1 Freedom [Regeru | Training | Invite only] Sat Jun 28, 2014 11:56 am
Drake
D-rank
Well now.. it was time to stop being lazy. The male had several ideas in his mind for new techniques, but an idea was useless until it stopped being an idea and became reality. And so... now. Now as the time, this was the place, and in his mind, he could do fucking anything once the lines between ideas and reality were blurred.
The predawn silence was quite nice, especially for this time of the year. It was still cool this early in the morning the predators of the night were hunkering down in their respective nests, preparing to sleep through the day. The fauna of the day were stirring, silently thanking whatever god that watched over them that they made it through another night. At least, that is what the male believed.
It was in the middle of a clearing in which the male sat, cross-legged. He was dressed for training, very different that his formal wear; a ragged shorts over bare feet. He was shirtless at the moment; the morning wind was feeling really good to him. Besides, he liked to practice his techniques with little restrictions before testing them in combat. Nearby, a sword lay waiting wrapped in white bandages and was almost as tall as he was. His skin seemed to shine in the dim lighting, casting low light on the grass around him.
Violet eyes were closed to the world, his mind lost in quiet meditation. In his mind, he was seated in a vast cathedral. The world around him was pitch black, save for a single candle. As Jin focused on that candle, the flame split itself into two. As the male watched, those two flames split themselves into four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two. On and on the flames split and multiplied, increasing until they became a roaring flame, threatening to burn down the cathedral. And through all this, the male did not move, watching the location of the initial candle.
This fire... this fire is out of control. Burn this place, burn this place!
He wasn’t afraid; this fire. It was his own fears, and for Jin, fear had no place in his mind, in his life. He would not allow it. No, he would rather die than let fear stop him. So long as the male conquered his mind, the world was nothing to him; a mere prison to house, restrict and bind the weak, those unable to break themselves free of all restraints. He would not be one of those people.
The world is not my prison. The world is my weapon, and I am the master. I will not bow; I will control and weild the world with the finesse of a surgeon and the strength of a madman.
In the real world, the body stirred, slowly climbing to his feet. Those violet eyes opened to the world, determination forming in them. His right hand opened, and almost instantly, the comforting feel and weight of the Buster filled it. As the bandages fell away from the sword, the male focused his chakra, pictured out his intentions, and made them a reality. At his mental command, his chakra left his body, and bent reality around his body, giving birth to what should not have been there, what should have been impossible to force into reality; several beings created from his chakra, the very mystical force that gave his body life. There were five in number, each one identical to the male in every way, save for their strength. Their strength was not his equal; not yet. In time, as the truth was realized, they themselves would equal his power. But everything happened in due time. Right now, the focus was something else; there was still the matter of forcing several ideas to become a reality....
But for the moment, he would wait patiently; someone in particular was bound to show up...
649/750 = Reaction D
145/150 Chakra
The predawn silence was quite nice, especially for this time of the year. It was still cool this early in the morning the predators of the night were hunkering down in their respective nests, preparing to sleep through the day. The fauna of the day were stirring, silently thanking whatever god that watched over them that they made it through another night. At least, that is what the male believed.
It was in the middle of a clearing in which the male sat, cross-legged. He was dressed for training, very different that his formal wear; a ragged shorts over bare feet. He was shirtless at the moment; the morning wind was feeling really good to him. Besides, he liked to practice his techniques with little restrictions before testing them in combat. Nearby, a sword lay waiting wrapped in white bandages and was almost as tall as he was. His skin seemed to shine in the dim lighting, casting low light on the grass around him.
Violet eyes were closed to the world, his mind lost in quiet meditation. In his mind, he was seated in a vast cathedral. The world around him was pitch black, save for a single candle. As Jin focused on that candle, the flame split itself into two. As the male watched, those two flames split themselves into four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two. On and on the flames split and multiplied, increasing until they became a roaring flame, threatening to burn down the cathedral. And through all this, the male did not move, watching the location of the initial candle.
This fire... this fire is out of control. Burn this place, burn this place!
He wasn’t afraid; this fire. It was his own fears, and for Jin, fear had no place in his mind, in his life. He would not allow it. No, he would rather die than let fear stop him. So long as the male conquered his mind, the world was nothing to him; a mere prison to house, restrict and bind the weak, those unable to break themselves free of all restraints. He would not be one of those people.
The world is not my prison. The world is my weapon, and I am the master. I will not bow; I will control and weild the world with the finesse of a surgeon and the strength of a madman.
In the real world, the body stirred, slowly climbing to his feet. Those violet eyes opened to the world, determination forming in them. His right hand opened, and almost instantly, the comforting feel and weight of the Buster filled it. As the bandages fell away from the sword, the male focused his chakra, pictured out his intentions, and made them a reality. At his mental command, his chakra left his body, and bent reality around his body, giving birth to what should not have been there, what should have been impossible to force into reality; several beings created from his chakra, the very mystical force that gave his body life. There were five in number, each one identical to the male in every way, save for their strength. Their strength was not his equal; not yet. In time, as the truth was realized, they themselves would equal his power. But everything happened in due time. Right now, the focus was something else; there was still the matter of forcing several ideas to become a reality....
But for the moment, he would wait patiently; someone in particular was bound to show up...
649/750 = Reaction D
145/150 Chakra
- Jutsu used:
- Name: Doppelganger Technique (影分身の術 ~ Bunshin no Jutsu)
Canon/Custom: Canon.
Rank: E.
Type: Supplementary.
Element: None.
Range: Clones can go up to 15 meters away from the user before dispersing.
Specialty: Ninjutsu.
Duration: Clones last until dissipated or cancelled.
Cooldown: Five posts after all clones are dispersed.
Description: Using this technique, the user can create up to five intangible clones that appear physically identical to the user; these are created within 3 meters of the caster. The clones do not disturb the area around them, don't have shadows or body heat, and as such, in applicable situations, ninja can pick them out with varying difficulty. The clone has no physical form, and as such cannot attack. When any foreign presence passes through the clone, be it physical (a fist, a rock, a sword) or an opponent's jutsu, the clone will dissipate. It's mainly used to help mask the user, helping them attack an opponent who is superior at dodging. It costs 5 chakra to create clones.