Both Gigi and Zaiaku could feel the mild tension between the giant and the boy. They just simply didn't fit right together, and they didn't seem to care to hide it. Zaiaku can already imagine the duo arguing about almost every redundant topic, from clothing to the type of toilet paper to buy. He could all ready feel his head pounding. Bringing himself back to reality, he realised that he was still in his boxers. He would have to change before they began training. As such, he hurrily finished whatever food he had on his plate, said he was going to put on some clothes, and wait outside for Aiden to finish. With that, he simply left the dinning room. He casually walked down the portrait covered hallway, passing Gigi's, Jinhue's, and his mother's room as he got to Aiden's and his. He quickly came in and went straight for the dresser. He quickly put on some random shinobi pants, his chunin vest, his brand-new chunin helmet, and sandels. He grabbed his headband and tied it the base of his right arm.
He then managed to find his kunai and three senbon after rummaging around the seemingly messy room. Finally, he grabbed a old bottle of some colone he had and sprayed some on for good measure. Now, the grey giant was set, and walked out, passing the dinning room, and now entering their backyard. Their backyard was very basic, to say the least. No grass due to being in the fucking desert, but no sand. It was pure and solid ground. It wasn't bland looking, however, as there was vegetation. Right in the farthest left corner was Yorokubi's garden, which she grew some of her ingredients and spices from. Near that was a small pond. While nothing more a decorative piece, it's cool water still felt good after a long day of being a shinobi. As such, Zaiaku went and sat down in-front of it. Looking about to see no one was there, he closed his eyes behind the visor. He sat cross-legged, and formed the Snake handseal,as it is what Doton is affilated with.
Zaiaku began concentrating and gathering his earthen chakra, slowly dispersing it around him and on his back. The ground around him began to distort and seemingly tried to release itself from the rest, trying to come on the back of Zaiaku. Zaiaku concentrated harder and harder, trying to do the jutsu he made up, wanting to finally and fully master it. Suddenly, he felt it. The ground from around him cracked it self out of the soil around him and latched onto his back, creating four, bent pillars. Zaiaku, ready for this, quickly did the needed handseal. The four columns suddenly began straight and the details began to fill out. The forearm, hand, fingers, size proportion. Though it took several minutes to actually finish, Zaiaku had done it. He had, finally, created his own jutsu. However, these earthen arms first had to be used in-order to get use to. Slowly the giant stood and, awkwardly, tried to move all the arms on his left side. They did so. He then did the exact same thing on his right.
He noted how...alien this new feeling was, having more then two arms. He tried solely moving the fingers of the upper right hand. He did so and somewhat sneered. This definitely was going to need getting use to. Nonetheless, Zaiaku had managed to finally create his own jutsu. However, there was just one little, insignificant problem. Just what in the name of kerbel was he going to name this technique. As such, the giant began to think of potential names for the jutsu. He tried thinking of any word that related the plain concept of four arms. Though it took all of ten seconds, he finally decided on the word Deva, as it was the basic word for the Hindi Gods, which were often portrayed in ancient times with multiple faces and even in present time are still shown with multiple arms, usually six.
Training: Deva[B-Rank Jutsu]
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