1 Unveiling the truth [Ninjutsu training -- Invite only] Thu Nov 05, 2015 7:40 pm
Samael
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 felt really good to him, on his skin. Besides, he liked to practice his techniques with little restrictions before testing them in combat. His skin seemed to shine in the dim lighting, casting low light on the grass around him.
Blue 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 Samael 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 inferno, 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 of it; this fire. It was his own fears, and to Samael, 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.
In the real world, the body stirred, slowly climbing to his feet. Those blue eyes opened to the world, determination forming in them. His right hand opened, and almost instantly, the comforting feel his own chakra filled it. A moment later, the male repeated the process with his left hand; the male then 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 orbs created from his chakra, the very mystical force that gave his body life. There were five in number, each one identical to the ones the male held in his hands 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...
For the moment, the male would amuse himself with his creations, juggling the balls of chakra in the air. He would use these for the moment, practicing his fine control by putting the balls through a small set of movements; lifting them into the air, sending them out as far as he could control them and bringing them back towards himself. With each push and pull, he could feel the process becoming easier, the manipulation becoming more natural to him. The male almost smiled; it seemed that he would soon enough be able to make full use of his vast chakra pool. He still had a long way to go, but progress was progress, no matter how small it was.
After several minutes of manipulating the five balls of chakra in the air, the Blue Devel decided that it was time to move on with his training. While he knew that outright manipulating his chakra into different shapes and elements was garunteed to increase his prowess with Ninjutsu; he knew that stressing the basics of any ability was always helpful when attempting to form more complicated techniques. Afterall, a complicated technique was nothing more than the basics being multiplied to various degrees, giving birth to something that was on a whole new level of power. This was nothing new to him; Samael often practiced the basics of his abilities for hours on end before actually getting into the real reason of his training.
Everything has a rule, a code that they follow. When you know the rules of the game, you will know how far you can go with bending them to suit your needs.
If he was going to break free of this prison, this lie that called itself reality, he would need to be well versed in the rules. Being well versed in the rules meant constant practiced, something he had no problems with doing. In time, he would combine his power of manifesting his will into reality with his ability to rewrite the laws of the natural world at will, Ninjutsu and Fuinjutsu respectively, but for the moment, he needed more power. His control needed refining. Everything in due time.
With a wave of his hand, and an intent of thought translated into a command for this prison to obey, the floating balls of chakra were dispersed back into nothing, and the Blue Devil would move on to his next training. He would sit down upon the warming sands of the desert, legs folding beneath his body in the lotus position. The balls of chakra he held in his hands would shimmer and change somewhat: the ball held within his left hand transitioning into his primary element, igniting itself into a micro sun who's fury was held at by the sheer force of Samael's will: the right would transition itself into a howling sphere of winds that clashed within the barrier the male held them in. As the male settled himself into a confortable position, he would close his eyes, and turn his mind inward once more.
[Ninjutsu C-B 1100/3000]
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 felt really good to him, on his skin. Besides, he liked to practice his techniques with little restrictions before testing them in combat. His skin seemed to shine in the dim lighting, casting low light on the grass around him.
Blue 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 Samael 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 inferno, 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 of it; this fire. It was his own fears, and to Samael, 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.
In the real world, the body stirred, slowly climbing to his feet. Those blue eyes opened to the world, determination forming in them. His right hand opened, and almost instantly, the comforting feel his own chakra filled it. A moment later, the male repeated the process with his left hand; the male then 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 orbs created from his chakra, the very mystical force that gave his body life. There were five in number, each one identical to the ones the male held in his hands 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...
For the moment, the male would amuse himself with his creations, juggling the balls of chakra in the air. He would use these for the moment, practicing his fine control by putting the balls through a small set of movements; lifting them into the air, sending them out as far as he could control them and bringing them back towards himself. With each push and pull, he could feel the process becoming easier, the manipulation becoming more natural to him. The male almost smiled; it seemed that he would soon enough be able to make full use of his vast chakra pool. He still had a long way to go, but progress was progress, no matter how small it was.
After several minutes of manipulating the five balls of chakra in the air, the Blue Devel decided that it was time to move on with his training. While he knew that outright manipulating his chakra into different shapes and elements was garunteed to increase his prowess with Ninjutsu; he knew that stressing the basics of any ability was always helpful when attempting to form more complicated techniques. Afterall, a complicated technique was nothing more than the basics being multiplied to various degrees, giving birth to something that was on a whole new level of power. This was nothing new to him; Samael often practiced the basics of his abilities for hours on end before actually getting into the real reason of his training.
Everything has a rule, a code that they follow. When you know the rules of the game, you will know how far you can go with bending them to suit your needs.
If he was going to break free of this prison, this lie that called itself reality, he would need to be well versed in the rules. Being well versed in the rules meant constant practiced, something he had no problems with doing. In time, he would combine his power of manifesting his will into reality with his ability to rewrite the laws of the natural world at will, Ninjutsu and Fuinjutsu respectively, but for the moment, he needed more power. His control needed refining. Everything in due time.
With a wave of his hand, and an intent of thought translated into a command for this prison to obey, the floating balls of chakra were dispersed back into nothing, and the Blue Devil would move on to his next training. He would sit down upon the warming sands of the desert, legs folding beneath his body in the lotus position. The balls of chakra he held in his hands would shimmer and change somewhat: the ball held within his left hand transitioning into his primary element, igniting itself into a micro sun who's fury was held at by the sheer force of Samael's will: the right would transition itself into a howling sphere of winds that clashed within the barrier the male held them in. As the male settled himself into a confortable position, he would close his eyes, and turn his mind inward once more.
[Ninjutsu C-B 1100/3000]