1 Survival training(Invite only) Furnace touch training thread. Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:49 am
Mure
D-rank
Sero sat alone in the clearing outside of Kiri. Yes it was dangerous to do this but at his level. Only a fool would attack him. He was the second in line power wise for the Osada clan. And similarly placed in power for all of Kiri. At the moment he was the head of the beast. His cold grey eye's stare out as if perceiving past the mist more then the 40 paces it allowed. He had sincerely missed the Constant mist that cloaked the village. Leaving it had been like leaving a part of himself behind. But in the short time he was gone he had gained an obscene amount of power in comparison to the pathetic child that left for the exams. The file on him indicated he was a mere genin. It was cute really being so underestimated. Still he was sitting cross legged just outside the grave yard. He would breathe in the scent of the fresh air and clear his mind. It smelled damp. How much blood had been spilled on these lands only to be washed away with the cold Mist. He smiles slightly to himself and holds out his hands on each knee palm up. Cold, it was a sensation he was about to forfeit. He couldn't claim he would miss it really. In order to be the perfect soldier one needed the perfect body. Being immune to temperature differences was vastly important.
Still he begins to contemplate again as he focuses the sensation of fire into the Jutsu. It was meant to bring warmth to him but still. Changing the natural flow of things in such a way was incredibly dangerous. That was of course why he would not be alone. after all having a moving assistant in training made things more complicated and thus far easier. So he had invited the young Uzumaki Bonreu. The boy had proved capable on the way there and had a unique ability he intended to exploit eventually. Those chains had instantly halted two people with out much effort. To be able to do that would indeed benefit him in a fight. However his studies had led him to believe it was something in the blood line that he could not obtain. It frustrated him slightly but A tool one could not wield was not useless exactly. If you could command the person who wielded the tool then the results where still the same.
Still the message he had sent might have been a tad bit dramatic. He had sent a message with the fastest runner among the workers with a large package. The runner had been directed to find Bonreu. Genin rank Uzumaki and deliver the large package to him with a message. Word for word straight to the person. So the young man had ran as fast as his legs could carry straight to Bonreu. Standing there panting and clutching the package to his chest he takes a moment to catch his breath. the lanky man with sandy blonde hair hands the large package to Bonreu and then spoke as if something had been memorized.
"Osada Sero requests your immediate presence within the grave yard. This is optional however if you refuse it may be considered an insult turning down training from an Osada and a Sannin. The contents of the package are to be worn upon arrival for your own protection. You have two hours to prepare yourself."
The messenger takes a deep breath and smiles before getting a drink of water from his flask and then turning for the door with the words "Well better get going. Need to fetch a med nin to send after you according to the instructions" And then he was gone.
Now Sero was sitting alone still in the mist on the edge of the grave yard. The Mist near him slowly swirling away from the heat as the Jutsu was nearly complete. He could hear his heart beat increasing in tempo as the hot blood rushed through his veins. His invention of furnace touch was now underway. His ice grey eyes stare straight ahead as the Mist pushes away from where he was sitting in slow waves. The hot air directly from his body slightly pushing the cold away and the Mist gave it the appearance of motion as it thinned near him. The cold air causing thin strips of steam to rise from him As if steam rising from ones hot breath but all of him.
The package bon had been given was Osada's training outfit... resistant to flame with what appears to be something as thick as oven mitts for sleeves and legs, chest and back. The stomache was even thicker.
Still he begins to contemplate again as he focuses the sensation of fire into the Jutsu. It was meant to bring warmth to him but still. Changing the natural flow of things in such a way was incredibly dangerous. That was of course why he would not be alone. after all having a moving assistant in training made things more complicated and thus far easier. So he had invited the young Uzumaki Bonreu. The boy had proved capable on the way there and had a unique ability he intended to exploit eventually. Those chains had instantly halted two people with out much effort. To be able to do that would indeed benefit him in a fight. However his studies had led him to believe it was something in the blood line that he could not obtain. It frustrated him slightly but A tool one could not wield was not useless exactly. If you could command the person who wielded the tool then the results where still the same.
Still the message he had sent might have been a tad bit dramatic. He had sent a message with the fastest runner among the workers with a large package. The runner had been directed to find Bonreu. Genin rank Uzumaki and deliver the large package to him with a message. Word for word straight to the person. So the young man had ran as fast as his legs could carry straight to Bonreu. Standing there panting and clutching the package to his chest he takes a moment to catch his breath. the lanky man with sandy blonde hair hands the large package to Bonreu and then spoke as if something had been memorized.
"Osada Sero requests your immediate presence within the grave yard. This is optional however if you refuse it may be considered an insult turning down training from an Osada and a Sannin. The contents of the package are to be worn upon arrival for your own protection. You have two hours to prepare yourself."
The messenger takes a deep breath and smiles before getting a drink of water from his flask and then turning for the door with the words "Well better get going. Need to fetch a med nin to send after you according to the instructions" And then he was gone.
Now Sero was sitting alone still in the mist on the edge of the grave yard. The Mist near him slowly swirling away from the heat as the Jutsu was nearly complete. He could hear his heart beat increasing in tempo as the hot blood rushed through his veins. His invention of furnace touch was now underway. His ice grey eyes stare straight ahead as the Mist pushes away from where he was sitting in slow waves. The hot air directly from his body slightly pushing the cold away and the Mist gave it the appearance of motion as it thinned near him. The cold air causing thin strips of steam to rise from him As if steam rising from ones hot breath but all of him.
The package bon had been given was Osada's training outfit... resistant to flame with what appears to be something as thick as oven mitts for sleeves and legs, chest and back. The stomache was even thicker.
- Spoiler:
- Furnace touch 788/750 D rank