1 I'll make a man out of you [Training] Thu Nov 29, 2012 7:39 am
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Day One
The stones crunched and groaned with every step, it seemed like it had been hours since he first set foot on this road, yet his legs did not weary, for he did not have time to feel tired. The ravine was in his sights at last. Stepping through the brush, he finally saw the location he had been looking for. The fissure ran deep through the earth, peaks of stone and sudden cliffs were everywhere. An old brook ran into the ravine, feeding a small river than ran through it's base. It was beautiful. Still, he didn't come here simply to sight see, even if it was majestic. Trilby still wore heavy bandages on his forearms from his recent injuries caused by his fight against Shibirin. It seemed as though the burns refused to heal for the time being. Still, the pain did not bother him much, and he was not about to let a few burns distract him from his training.
Pulling a scroll from one of the many pouches on his Flak Jacket, he unfurled it slowly. “How to perform Iwa Bunshin no Jutsu.” Trilby read aloud, a sound of excitement snaking it's way through his tone. It didn't take him long to finish the entry, and pressing his thumb into the seal at the bottom, the scroll burst into flames. It was not wise to keep such an easily steal-able record of a ninjutsu, after all. A powerful tool in any Doton user's arsenal, the technique detailed expelling stone from your mouth, which forms into a perfect physical duplicate of the user. “Right. Expelling stone from your mouth, that sounds fun.” Trilby muttered, forming a quick series of hand seals. Snake, Ox, Ram. He envisioned a rock slide, pouring out of his mouth, piling up in-front of him. Dry heaving, Trilby coughed up two shiny, perfectly flat stones. “I suppose it's a start” he muttered. Snake, Ox, Ram. A handful of stones. Snake, Ox, Ram. A few handfuls of stones. Snake, Ox, Ram. A bucketful of stones.
Trilby coughed, drinking deeply from his flask of water. Coughing up stones took it's toll on your throat. He paused. Imagining his chakra swirling around, fusing together into one large face of stone, and then crumbling into thousands of small pebbles. Snake, Ox, Ram. Trilby spewed forth a large mound of stones, big enough to make a duplicate of himself, with leftovers. He had mastered part one of this technique, but the rest would be a lot more complicated.
Having produced sufficient amounts of stone, the next step was to manipulate it on expulsion, forming the shape of a humanoid. This was the hard part. Creating some rocks was one thing, forming them into a moving, ass kicking incarnation of the sexiness that was himself was another thing entirely. Snake, Ox, Ram. The stones fell from his mouth, hovering in mid air briefly, swirling around in-front of him before dropping to the ground. Snake, Ox, Ram. The mass of stones formed a large sphere in-front of him, arms snaking their way out the sides, hands began to form before the mass collapsed again. Once more, arms, hands, fingers. Legs. Collapse. Trilby produced attempt after attempt for what seemed like hours. Eventually it was too much, his wound on his abdomen hurt like hell, his arms ached, his throat was on fire. The sun was setting in the distance. Trilby dropped his pack from his back and pulled out a small box of rations, devouring it rapidly before detaching the sleeping bag from his pack and rolling it out. A nice nap under the stars would regenerate his energy, and he could start again in the morning.
Word Count: 616
The stones crunched and groaned with every step, it seemed like it had been hours since he first set foot on this road, yet his legs did not weary, for he did not have time to feel tired. The ravine was in his sights at last. Stepping through the brush, he finally saw the location he had been looking for. The fissure ran deep through the earth, peaks of stone and sudden cliffs were everywhere. An old brook ran into the ravine, feeding a small river than ran through it's base. It was beautiful. Still, he didn't come here simply to sight see, even if it was majestic. Trilby still wore heavy bandages on his forearms from his recent injuries caused by his fight against Shibirin. It seemed as though the burns refused to heal for the time being. Still, the pain did not bother him much, and he was not about to let a few burns distract him from his training.
Pulling a scroll from one of the many pouches on his Flak Jacket, he unfurled it slowly. “How to perform Iwa Bunshin no Jutsu.” Trilby read aloud, a sound of excitement snaking it's way through his tone. It didn't take him long to finish the entry, and pressing his thumb into the seal at the bottom, the scroll burst into flames. It was not wise to keep such an easily steal-able record of a ninjutsu, after all. A powerful tool in any Doton user's arsenal, the technique detailed expelling stone from your mouth, which forms into a perfect physical duplicate of the user. “Right. Expelling stone from your mouth, that sounds fun.” Trilby muttered, forming a quick series of hand seals. Snake, Ox, Ram. He envisioned a rock slide, pouring out of his mouth, piling up in-front of him. Dry heaving, Trilby coughed up two shiny, perfectly flat stones. “I suppose it's a start” he muttered. Snake, Ox, Ram. A handful of stones. Snake, Ox, Ram. A few handfuls of stones. Snake, Ox, Ram. A bucketful of stones.
Trilby coughed, drinking deeply from his flask of water. Coughing up stones took it's toll on your throat. He paused. Imagining his chakra swirling around, fusing together into one large face of stone, and then crumbling into thousands of small pebbles. Snake, Ox, Ram. Trilby spewed forth a large mound of stones, big enough to make a duplicate of himself, with leftovers. He had mastered part one of this technique, but the rest would be a lot more complicated.
Having produced sufficient amounts of stone, the next step was to manipulate it on expulsion, forming the shape of a humanoid. This was the hard part. Creating some rocks was one thing, forming them into a moving, ass kicking incarnation of the sexiness that was himself was another thing entirely. Snake, Ox, Ram. The stones fell from his mouth, hovering in mid air briefly, swirling around in-front of him before dropping to the ground. Snake, Ox, Ram. The mass of stones formed a large sphere in-front of him, arms snaking their way out the sides, hands began to form before the mass collapsed again. Once more, arms, hands, fingers. Legs. Collapse. Trilby produced attempt after attempt for what seemed like hours. Eventually it was too much, his wound on his abdomen hurt like hell, his arms ached, his throat was on fire. The sun was setting in the distance. Trilby dropped his pack from his back and pulled out a small box of rations, devouring it rapidly before detaching the sleeping bag from his pack and rolling it out. A nice nap under the stars would regenerate his energy, and he could start again in the morning.
Word Count: 616
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