1 Training in the Depths (Private/Training/No Kill) Tue May 13, 2014 12:57 am
Dameon
D-rank
Once he entered the house he had a look around as he slid his boots off at the door just after he closes the door ad locked it. The house seemed as empty as usual at this time of the night. His maid Miu would still probably be at the club taking care of the work he would have had to do normally. With a sigh of relief he would ascended the cherry wood staircase to the top of the three story house and into his grand master bedroom. His master bedroom roughly the size of most people’s houses in terms of square footage. It had his large king sized memory foam mattress on top of his four post cherry wood bed frame. The rest of the furniture including his couch and pool table were all designed to match the color coordination of the room. His whole room was dark and in shades of deep red except for the floor. Feeling completely exhausted he would decide not to take a shower before going to bed but instead opt to just pass out and not have to worry about another thing for the rest of the night. He turned the light off in his bedroom and put up all of his ninja equipment including his sword before he slid under the sheets and comforter of his hard bed and rested his head against the soft pillow. He would lay there staring at the ceiling deep in thought until he fell asleep.
When he woke up he couldn’t help but feel stressed out already knowing he didn’t want to be getting up at all. If he could he would have told the Mizukage he was too sick to do any of his major duties around the village. She probably would have killed him on the spot if he ever even considered doing something crazy like that, and in all honesty he wouldn’t ever try to do something like that. It was written in his blood at this point that he would serve to be the best for Kiri and any less was dishonorable and worthy of death. He wanted to serve and be needed and with the power he now contained from the adversity he had faced he knew he could achieve even greater things. He reluctantly rose to his feet and stood up out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Upon walking into his large master bathroom he stripped down and entered the large soap stone shower and cranked the heat all the way up. He would stand there using his arms to lean against the wall as the water poured down on top of him. His mind had begun to race with all sorts of different things. Most notably as of late was his reoccurring dreams. He never knew what to take away from them. It was the same thing he had envisioned while he had been in a coma for almost a week following the war.
He would imagine waking up within the desolate temple god knows where. The temple was old and well hidden within a cave of some kind because it was dark everywhere else but the actual temple itself that had various torches lit everywhere. He would walk inside and see the Shikyo symbol in gold printed on the wall just above an old altar. Dameon would proceed slowly avoiding various kinds of traps that would surely end his life should he miss a single step. It would seem like the long large room with the altar would last forever to reach the end. Finally though he would make it and climb the stairs behind the altar getting closer to the mark of his clan that had a large chest sitting under the symbol. As Dameon would go to open the large chest he would wake up completely unaware and unsure of what was in the beautifully crafted chest that had been lined in gold. Dameon would always think about this dream wondering where it was and if it even existed. He also contemplated the idea that his brain had been somewhat damaged during the war and during his time in the coma. The hot water would continue to pour on him as he finally grabbed the soap and shampoo and began to clean himself from the night of rest and the day before it where he had started up a new training regimen that had started kicking his ass as of late. It was a nice change of pace and he could already feel himself benefitting from it.
After preparing himself in the bathroom he walked out completely naked and tossed on his usual clothes with the brown jacket and his pants and boots. He didn’t have to pull any ANBU guard duty today since they were finally starting to get new recruits in. It was at that point when he finished getting dressed and had stopped to listen that he realized things were unusually quiet in the house. He stuck his head through the door frame and looked left and right down the hall before running from one bedroom to the next. He made sure to stop in all the bathrooms, the kitchen, and the living rooms. He scratched back of his neck wondering where his new secretary had run off too so early in the morning. All he really did know was that she was not in the house. He ran through his house again making sure everything was where it should have been and it was more than that everything in the house was also spotless. To him it was like waking up in a completely different home, granted he never really did anything to make the house a mess it was still a little bizarre to him. He made sure to grab all of his equipment before he headed to the door and opened it slowly the light from outside nearly blinding his eyes. He disliked daytime a lot more night time and now he could already feel a headache begin.
He would sigh in discomfort but proceed onward to where his new training grounds were. His old training grounds, the one that used to be the secret training grounds of the prior seven swordsmen. That training field was now known to some of his few and carefully picked students. He was happy for them to use his training field, the very one he used to train himself alone at and eventually became one of the strongest shinobi in the village, and while it put a halfhearted grin on his face he knew that he needed to find a completely different place even harder to find than the last. Especially since the new techniques he would be training would be much more devastating and deadly, and over all should not be witnessed by the public. It was because of this he was heading for the mountain, more specifically under the mountains. There was a deep dark cave that was fairly well hidden and he planned on using this cave to train himself in much more rigorous ways than he had in the past. He had already set the cave up, so now it was just a matter of finding the facility he had created. As he reached the village walls he dashed over them making sure he wasn’t followed. The last thing he needed was to lose another training ground to some pesky students.
He would quickly dash through the trees using both his legs and arms to swing and launch himself through the dense forest in an almost unrealistic manner. His speed and reflexes bending him through the trees with ease as he finally reached the large opening of the cave he had set up. To anyone uncurious it would look like the face of a mountain but in reality it was like the face of a mountain…with a hole. The hole itself was small hidden behind some bushes laid against the rock. Dameon would reach it and slide down the dark slide a few hundred feet before finally reaching the bottom he would crawl through and stand up revealing a very very large cavern. To anyone that saw the amazing sight one would think that the mountain itself was hollow. There was a large lake of water that went down hundreds of feet into the ocean. The cavern floor that surrounded the large body of water was smooth like fresh asphalt and the cavern ceilings a good hundred feet high dripped damp water on the drown from the rock formations that came down in spikes. If it was nothing else, it was peaceful. Against the closer wall was a mattress on a metal spring bed that looked ancient and completely uncomfortable. Next to it alone the wall were various instruments of working out; a salmon ladder, weapon rack, weighted training clothes, and other various things. Dameon would walk past them not needing any equipment for the type of training he was going to be doing today. Today he was going to learn new jutsu and he wasn’t going to leave the cave until he learned at least three new ones. Having already told Miu and the Mizukage of his plan they would be prepared no matter how long it took him to accomplish his goal.
Dameon lined himself up in the middle of the large cavern the lake on the opposite end. He needed to be on solid ground and preferably not water to create better raiton element jutsu. He would start by bring his fingers together and forming a couple of careful hand seals and make a raiton clone. His goal for the jutsu would be to maximize the explosive potential of the clone. Everyone knew when a raiton clone is struck it disperses into its original state. The same could be said for all clones, water clones became water, mud clones became mud, and so forth; but only raiton clones truly became more dangerous in their original state than as a clone, or at least potentially. His idea was simple, release all of this raw and destructive damage at once and create something of a bomb the downsides were tremendous. Learning this jutsu he would have its own consequences, he had to learn the entire jutsu by having the clones perform it in all of the phases of the jutsu and trial it out. If he didn’t he himself would explode into a bunch of itty bitty pieces. At that point he wouldn’t be able to use the jutsu again anyways.
Something else had to happen with this jutsu as well that made it psychologically more difficult. The clones were him. They had his looks and personality and they could even transfer all the pain they felt and experience right back into him. To become suicidal enough to create a bomb out of a version of yourself would be mentally torturous. It was worth the risk though, at least to himself it was. After fighting with the Mizukage he realized just how powerful a technique like this could be, and performing it in a fight could change the battle of everything and then some. Dameon would send the clone out far away on the opposite end of the cavern on top of the lake of water. His hope was that if the jutsu performed as he thought that the water would help reduce some of the explosion so he didn’t die under a literal mountain of rubble. The clone would leap forward with the knowledge of Dameon and what he was supposed to do to perform this jutsu. The clone would focus its raiton chakra and condense it in his chest building it up more and more and more. He would build it up so that it was like he was channeling a jutsu from his hands, but this time it was coming from his chest. The clone sat there focused on top of the water with its legs crossed focusing and harnessing the chakra to a dangerous point.
Dameon would get back further and further away making sure that he was nowhere close to the clone if and when the clone decided to go off. He was essentially asking himself to commit suicide for greater knowledge and power. He wondered if the clone would be able to go through with it. Dameon stood there thinking deeply in himself whether or not he would be able to do such a thing if the time called for it. In the right situation he would but the more and more he thought about his misery that he lived with he would nod in approval. He could commit suicide if he wanted and he knew this now as a tear ran down his right cheek. Perhaps the clone was debating the same thing right now. As that last thought occurred to him the clone would erupt. The raiton chakra that was built up in his chest would expand outward at an extremely larger rate covering almost the entire lake in an instant. Dirt and stone would fly around as the areas of land hit around the lake were touched. As the smoke cleared Dameon opened his mouth in both excitement and fear as he stared at the scene that had been created. What few areas that were affected by the clones explosion were completely missing living a spherical shape as a whole. It was as if whatever it touched became nothing at all, completely and utterly disintegrated.
2,525wc
2,500 for white raiton explosion S
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