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The Plateau [Training] Fri Dec 07, 2012 1:00 pm
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Day One
Trilby grasped the jagged edge of the stone in-front of him, hauling himself onto the ledge with a groan. he had reached the half-way point at last. Looking out over the valley below him, he was enthralled with the sight that lay before him. A thousand feet up, and the view was fantastic. Sunagakure sat at the edge of his vision, a vast metropolis of clay buildings, hidden from view on all sides by large stone walls. In-between was rolling valleys of sand, broken up with small green blotches of cacti. Trilby was here with a very specific goal in mind; Earth elemental manipulation. While his mastery of fuuton was his strong point as far as elements went, he needed to improve his mastery over earth manipulation, otherwise his defences would be extremely lacking. Wind was raw stopping power, sure, but it had no real defensive force. Being that chakra was formed from the combination of physical energy and mental energy, he knew he had to increase his physical prowess. So, combining the two concepts, he decided to travel to The Plateau of Trials, a clearing at the top of a two thousand foot tall mountain.
The fire burning in his veins drove him higher, forcing him to continue. After about ten minutes of climbing, he reached a... problem of sorts. the face of the stone above him was perfectly flat, a face of perfect granite and limestone, mocking his attempts to scale it. There was nothing for him to grasp whatsoever. An interesting challenge, to be sure. But it inspired him to form a simple solution to this unusual problem. Focusing chakra to the palm of his left hand, he converted it to earth nature, reaching out and running his fingers over the smooth stone. A hand-hold was formed out of the surface of the rock, a small, smooth handle of sorts. Grasping it, he reached up, performing the same method with his right hand, and on and on he went up the face of the mountain, carving his own handholds out of the smooth face with chakra.
The air was thin, and the climb was hard. At this height, the stone was all but smooth, forcing him to carve his own path using chakra as he went higher, adding more difficulty to the climb. Eventually, he wrapped his fingers around a ledge, hauling himself up, to reach his destination. A flat clearing a few feet beneath the peek of the mountain, two thousand feet in the air. The oxygen was thin, and the temperature was cold. A roaring torrent of wind pounded him, sapping the heat from his bones, mocking his efforts to cling to his warmth. Trilby had bought a backpack full of supplies, but to truly survive up here, he would need to use earth manipulation, lest the elements claim him.
The area was known as the plateau of trials. Designed to test the fortitude of shinobi, they would climb the two thousand feet, and live on the peek of this mountain for days, training their mind and their body. Some died, but those that survived came down with stronger techniques and an even stronger will. Removing his backpack, he examined his goods. A sleeping bag, rations and water. The wind was harsh and freezing, sapping the height from his veins. He'd freeze to death without a wind break. Placing his hands on the floor, he focused chakra into his hands, forming it into earth element. Flowing it through the ground, he began to rise up a three metre long, foot wide stone wall out of the ground, slowly creeping it's way up, higher and higher. He did the same again, fusing it side of the end of the other walls, repeating the process until he created a small dog kennel of sorts, rolling his sleeping bag out and crawling into it for shelter, sealing it behind him. It was still cold, but without the wind pounding him he could at least warm up, and he'd last the night without freezing to death.
Day Two
Trilby rolled over in his stone coffin, shaking off his sleep. The stone was cold and hard, but the sleeping bag was warm and sweet. Reaching around in the darkness, he grasped a smooth bag beside him; his daily rations. Cracking the packet open, he quickly shovelled the mess of rice and beans down his gullet, enjoying the taste while it lasted. Rations were dog-food compared to regular food, the likes of which he ate in Sunagakure, but he'd eaten them for so long they tasted fine to him at this point. Focusing chakra to the palm of his hand, he ran it over the wall of the coffin he had built for himself. Obedient, the wall began to part, forming a small exit. The second it formed, the harsh wind flooded in, burning into his skin and dragging him back to reality. Stepping out onto the Plateau, he looked around. A light covering of snow was forming on the platform, coating the crimson red stone with a blanket of white. It was the first real time Trilby had been in snow. Unfortunately, he wasn't a fan of it. It was simply cold, wet powder. It was almost worse than the feeling of water on his skin. Still, Ignoring the frosty mush that bombarded him, he began to meditate.
Trilby meditated for an hour, creating as much chakra as he could, melding his physical and spiritual energy into one single conglomeration in his stomach. A tight knot of raw shinobi power. The method was simple enough, but it was hard to focus on under such conditions, which was exactly why he was doing it. Even in combat, shinboi had to perform this task, and the easier it was for him to perform it under duress, the more efficient he'd be in a fight. Finally, he opened his eyes, an idea bubbling up from his subconscious. The dragon Ryūjin, ruler of the seas and oceans. A creature from folklore and myth, It had a serpent-like body, covered in many intricate scales and husks. A difficult shape, and a lot of detail. The perfect thing to create in his training. Certainly, it wasn't the most complicated thing he could think of, but it was a perfect introduction. Trilby slammed his palms together, placing it on the ground in-front of him. The chakra flowed from the many points on his hands, swirling together underneath the surface, a small strand of stone began to rise from the ground, snaking around as it began to curl into form, creating a detail-less block. The block began to slowly have bits fragment off, forming scales and a spine, and eventually a head. The detail was shoddy, the scales were large, they lacked fine details, as did the head. No teeth, the mouth was still joined. It was a decent first attempt for someone who wasn't a sculptor, but it was still inferior. Trilby Tried again, and again, creating many statues of Ryūjin, until finally, he created a perfect masterpiece. Intricate stone scales, different coloured stone on the underbelly, fine light fangs, horns, eyes. A beautiful statue, indeed.
Crawling back into his hut, he cracked open another packet of rations, devouring the chicken mush and washing it down with some water. Running his hand over the wall, the stone sealed itself. He was tired, and the wind and snow had left frostbite and wind burns over his exposed flesh, that stung away at him while he tried to warm up in his small tomb. Dragging himself back into his sleeping bag, he curled up, trying to ignore the howl of the winds and the burn of his hands and face as he began to slowly drift off to sleep.
Trilby grasped the jagged edge of the stone in-front of him, hauling himself onto the ledge with a groan. he had reached the half-way point at last. Looking out over the valley below him, he was enthralled with the sight that lay before him. A thousand feet up, and the view was fantastic. Sunagakure sat at the edge of his vision, a vast metropolis of clay buildings, hidden from view on all sides by large stone walls. In-between was rolling valleys of sand, broken up with small green blotches of cacti. Trilby was here with a very specific goal in mind; Earth elemental manipulation. While his mastery of fuuton was his strong point as far as elements went, he needed to improve his mastery over earth manipulation, otherwise his defences would be extremely lacking. Wind was raw stopping power, sure, but it had no real defensive force. Being that chakra was formed from the combination of physical energy and mental energy, he knew he had to increase his physical prowess. So, combining the two concepts, he decided to travel to The Plateau of Trials, a clearing at the top of a two thousand foot tall mountain.
The fire burning in his veins drove him higher, forcing him to continue. After about ten minutes of climbing, he reached a... problem of sorts. the face of the stone above him was perfectly flat, a face of perfect granite and limestone, mocking his attempts to scale it. There was nothing for him to grasp whatsoever. An interesting challenge, to be sure. But it inspired him to form a simple solution to this unusual problem. Focusing chakra to the palm of his left hand, he converted it to earth nature, reaching out and running his fingers over the smooth stone. A hand-hold was formed out of the surface of the rock, a small, smooth handle of sorts. Grasping it, he reached up, performing the same method with his right hand, and on and on he went up the face of the mountain, carving his own handholds out of the smooth face with chakra.
The air was thin, and the climb was hard. At this height, the stone was all but smooth, forcing him to carve his own path using chakra as he went higher, adding more difficulty to the climb. Eventually, he wrapped his fingers around a ledge, hauling himself up, to reach his destination. A flat clearing a few feet beneath the peek of the mountain, two thousand feet in the air. The oxygen was thin, and the temperature was cold. A roaring torrent of wind pounded him, sapping the heat from his bones, mocking his efforts to cling to his warmth. Trilby had bought a backpack full of supplies, but to truly survive up here, he would need to use earth manipulation, lest the elements claim him.
The area was known as the plateau of trials. Designed to test the fortitude of shinobi, they would climb the two thousand feet, and live on the peek of this mountain for days, training their mind and their body. Some died, but those that survived came down with stronger techniques and an even stronger will. Removing his backpack, he examined his goods. A sleeping bag, rations and water. The wind was harsh and freezing, sapping the height from his veins. He'd freeze to death without a wind break. Placing his hands on the floor, he focused chakra into his hands, forming it into earth element. Flowing it through the ground, he began to rise up a three metre long, foot wide stone wall out of the ground, slowly creeping it's way up, higher and higher. He did the same again, fusing it side of the end of the other walls, repeating the process until he created a small dog kennel of sorts, rolling his sleeping bag out and crawling into it for shelter, sealing it behind him. It was still cold, but without the wind pounding him he could at least warm up, and he'd last the night without freezing to death.
Day Two
Trilby rolled over in his stone coffin, shaking off his sleep. The stone was cold and hard, but the sleeping bag was warm and sweet. Reaching around in the darkness, he grasped a smooth bag beside him; his daily rations. Cracking the packet open, he quickly shovelled the mess of rice and beans down his gullet, enjoying the taste while it lasted. Rations were dog-food compared to regular food, the likes of which he ate in Sunagakure, but he'd eaten them for so long they tasted fine to him at this point. Focusing chakra to the palm of his hand, he ran it over the wall of the coffin he had built for himself. Obedient, the wall began to part, forming a small exit. The second it formed, the harsh wind flooded in, burning into his skin and dragging him back to reality. Stepping out onto the Plateau, he looked around. A light covering of snow was forming on the platform, coating the crimson red stone with a blanket of white. It was the first real time Trilby had been in snow. Unfortunately, he wasn't a fan of it. It was simply cold, wet powder. It was almost worse than the feeling of water on his skin. Still, Ignoring the frosty mush that bombarded him, he began to meditate.
Trilby meditated for an hour, creating as much chakra as he could, melding his physical and spiritual energy into one single conglomeration in his stomach. A tight knot of raw shinobi power. The method was simple enough, but it was hard to focus on under such conditions, which was exactly why he was doing it. Even in combat, shinboi had to perform this task, and the easier it was for him to perform it under duress, the more efficient he'd be in a fight. Finally, he opened his eyes, an idea bubbling up from his subconscious. The dragon Ryūjin, ruler of the seas and oceans. A creature from folklore and myth, It had a serpent-like body, covered in many intricate scales and husks. A difficult shape, and a lot of detail. The perfect thing to create in his training. Certainly, it wasn't the most complicated thing he could think of, but it was a perfect introduction. Trilby slammed his palms together, placing it on the ground in-front of him. The chakra flowed from the many points on his hands, swirling together underneath the surface, a small strand of stone began to rise from the ground, snaking around as it began to curl into form, creating a detail-less block. The block began to slowly have bits fragment off, forming scales and a spine, and eventually a head. The detail was shoddy, the scales were large, they lacked fine details, as did the head. No teeth, the mouth was still joined. It was a decent first attempt for someone who wasn't a sculptor, but it was still inferior. Trilby Tried again, and again, creating many statues of Ryūjin, until finally, he created a perfect masterpiece. Intricate stone scales, different coloured stone on the underbelly, fine light fangs, horns, eyes. A beautiful statue, indeed.
Crawling back into his hut, he cracked open another packet of rations, devouring the chicken mush and washing it down with some water. Running his hand over the wall, the stone sealed itself. He was tired, and the wind and snow had left frostbite and wind burns over his exposed flesh, that stung away at him while he tried to warm up in his small tomb. Dragging himself back into his sleeping bag, he curled up, trying to ignore the howl of the winds and the burn of his hands and face as he began to slowly drift off to sleep.
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