1 Never Forget. [No Kill, ask to join] Mon Dec 17, 2012 6:41 pm
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[Training Genjutsu B-->A-rank. 3000 words.]
Zenchi stared out into the valley. A beautiful sight. And the best part about being here was no one else came here. No one seemed to enjoy just looking as much as he did. The best place to meditate. He could delve into his own mind, here. Deeper, deeper. Eventually he could simply detach himself from the physical world.
Genjutsu was wonderful. Nothing mattered inside an illusion. Zen could stay in his own personal illusory world for as long as he wanted. Currently, he was positioned on the top of a spire of rock. The tip was flattened, so it was easy for him to keep his balance while meditating. Currently, he wore his usual garb: a dark blue shirt with orange accents down the arms, and a pair of plain, loose tan-colored pants. He took his shoes off at the moment because he was meditating.
He just had to let go. Eliminate his senses. And leave his physical body behind. Then the Kyouga could truly advance his own mind. First sight: the young Special Jounin closed his eyes. Taste was easy; he was not eating. Then, sound. He repeated a mantra mentally to push out any noise that tried to invade his thoughts. After that, touch. He had to ignore it. He could not shut out touch by simply blocking something off like the others. But even the breeze that swept his hair would soon become as nothing, too. Hardest, though, was smell. The valley itself was quite lush, uncommon for Earth Country. The aromas of the flowers wafted everywhere. This was the most difficult because meditation required breathing through the nose. It took Zen a good hour and a half to get into full trance.
Keeping his senses out of his mind was an entirely different class of concentration.That is, it was vastly easier to do now that he blocked everything out.
Even his own thoughts had been purged from his mind; it was now a void. And he could do anything he wanted in here. The imagination has no limits.
Except when someone else puts them on you.
His mental world of utter nothingness began to form into... something. The world around him blurred into vision. And Zenchi did not want something; he did not want vision. He wanted his void back. His eyes.... his body... he couldn't control it anymore. Everything he attempted to do was cut off, intercepted by some invisible force. And there was nothing he could do. This... was not a Ninjutsu. This was definitely an illusory art. No invisible ropes could be felt binding him--he knew the Paralysis Technique well--but the unknowable pressure came from within. Zen could hear footsteps. Great. His hearing was back, too.
A figure cloaked in a brown leather hooded robe circled the young ninja several times by hopping on other rock spires before stopping, facing Zenchi. They both were directly in each other's line of sight. Then, the figure removed his hood. "Ohohoho. It seems you're having trouble, my boy. There are many less generous souls than I in this world, but most just as powerful. It would not do to see your light extinguished just yet."
All of a sudden, Zenchi could move again. It seemed the man intended to... train him? The doddery-looking fellow hopped from formation to formation of rock, traversing the area with ease. It would seem that this man knew the lay of the land quite well. When he managed to catch up with the merciful senior--quite agile for an old one--they seemed to be in a cave. Even though the man seemed genuine, this world was one of ninja; one of lies and deceptive acts. For all he knew, the old man could have just released his unknown art to lure Zen here and save him the trouble of carrying him. And for that reason, the Hidden Stone's Team Alpha member stayed on his guard.
Upon further inspection, the old man's robe was not made of leather. It was a piece of art, nearly; upon brushing up against it, he realized that it was made of very finely woven reeds. This man was talented. And had a lot of time on his hands.
"I would thank you for saving me, but you seem to be the one who feigned capturing me, anyway. Now, would you please do me the honor of introducing yourself?"
The old man smiled. His face was wrinkled with age. Laugh lines, crow's feet, and forehead wrinkles. "I am Koushi. I am a sage in self-exile to further my watching of the world. And you?
He was rather light of heart, for one who seemed to wield so much power. Or, at least, that was what Zenchi thought; perhaps he was a bit complacent about his ability in the Genjutsu field.
"My name is Zenchi, and I am of the Kyouga clan. I strive for knowledge in all that I can obtain, but I think.... I believe I can still have an active place in the world while observing."
Suddenly, the man, this Koushi, dropped the kindly formality that he had only recently adopted. "Gyahahaha! I like your style, kid! To be honest, I had a bit of trouble restraining you, before. What say you learn a thing or two from me, eh? Ahahaha!" This guy was absolutely hysterical. That, or he was just that light-hearted and found something good in everything. Zen hoped, just a little, that he could find a similar kind of hope, one day.
"It would be an honor.... Koushi-Sensei." He bowed to the sagely old man, as he was taught to do for his elders. But Koushi... he was not your average senior, it would seem.
"Ah, quit that. I could have killed ya back in the valley! Are ya gonna bow to your enemy when he attacks? Anyway! Let's get started. Look into my eyes, kid."
[1000/3000]
Zenchi stared out into the valley. A beautiful sight. And the best part about being here was no one else came here. No one seemed to enjoy just looking as much as he did. The best place to meditate. He could delve into his own mind, here. Deeper, deeper. Eventually he could simply detach himself from the physical world.
Genjutsu was wonderful. Nothing mattered inside an illusion. Zen could stay in his own personal illusory world for as long as he wanted. Currently, he was positioned on the top of a spire of rock. The tip was flattened, so it was easy for him to keep his balance while meditating. Currently, he wore his usual garb: a dark blue shirt with orange accents down the arms, and a pair of plain, loose tan-colored pants. He took his shoes off at the moment because he was meditating.
He just had to let go. Eliminate his senses. And leave his physical body behind. Then the Kyouga could truly advance his own mind. First sight: the young Special Jounin closed his eyes. Taste was easy; he was not eating. Then, sound. He repeated a mantra mentally to push out any noise that tried to invade his thoughts. After that, touch. He had to ignore it. He could not shut out touch by simply blocking something off like the others. But even the breeze that swept his hair would soon become as nothing, too. Hardest, though, was smell. The valley itself was quite lush, uncommon for Earth Country. The aromas of the flowers wafted everywhere. This was the most difficult because meditation required breathing through the nose. It took Zen a good hour and a half to get into full trance.
Keeping his senses out of his mind was an entirely different class of concentration.That is, it was vastly easier to do now that he blocked everything out.
Even his own thoughts had been purged from his mind; it was now a void. And he could do anything he wanted in here. The imagination has no limits.
Except when someone else puts them on you.
His mental world of utter nothingness began to form into... something. The world around him blurred into vision. And Zenchi did not want something; he did not want vision. He wanted his void back. His eyes.... his body... he couldn't control it anymore. Everything he attempted to do was cut off, intercepted by some invisible force. And there was nothing he could do. This... was not a Ninjutsu. This was definitely an illusory art. No invisible ropes could be felt binding him--he knew the Paralysis Technique well--but the unknowable pressure came from within. Zen could hear footsteps. Great. His hearing was back, too.
A figure cloaked in a brown leather hooded robe circled the young ninja several times by hopping on other rock spires before stopping, facing Zenchi. They both were directly in each other's line of sight. Then, the figure removed his hood. "Ohohoho. It seems you're having trouble, my boy. There are many less generous souls than I in this world, but most just as powerful. It would not do to see your light extinguished just yet."
All of a sudden, Zenchi could move again. It seemed the man intended to... train him? The doddery-looking fellow hopped from formation to formation of rock, traversing the area with ease. It would seem that this man knew the lay of the land quite well. When he managed to catch up with the merciful senior--quite agile for an old one--they seemed to be in a cave. Even though the man seemed genuine, this world was one of ninja; one of lies and deceptive acts. For all he knew, the old man could have just released his unknown art to lure Zen here and save him the trouble of carrying him. And for that reason, the Hidden Stone's Team Alpha member stayed on his guard.
Upon further inspection, the old man's robe was not made of leather. It was a piece of art, nearly; upon brushing up against it, he realized that it was made of very finely woven reeds. This man was talented. And had a lot of time on his hands.
"I would thank you for saving me, but you seem to be the one who feigned capturing me, anyway. Now, would you please do me the honor of introducing yourself?"
The old man smiled. His face was wrinkled with age. Laugh lines, crow's feet, and forehead wrinkles. "I am Koushi. I am a sage in self-exile to further my watching of the world. And you?
He was rather light of heart, for one who seemed to wield so much power. Or, at least, that was what Zenchi thought; perhaps he was a bit complacent about his ability in the Genjutsu field.
"My name is Zenchi, and I am of the Kyouga clan. I strive for knowledge in all that I can obtain, but I think.... I believe I can still have an active place in the world while observing."
Suddenly, the man, this Koushi, dropped the kindly formality that he had only recently adopted. "Gyahahaha! I like your style, kid! To be honest, I had a bit of trouble restraining you, before. What say you learn a thing or two from me, eh? Ahahaha!" This guy was absolutely hysterical. That, or he was just that light-hearted and found something good in everything. Zen hoped, just a little, that he could find a similar kind of hope, one day.
"It would be an honor.... Koushi-Sensei." He bowed to the sagely old man, as he was taught to do for his elders. But Koushi... he was not your average senior, it would seem.
"Ah, quit that. I could have killed ya back in the valley! Are ya gonna bow to your enemy when he attacks? Anyway! Let's get started. Look into my eyes, kid."
[1000/3000]