1 Some Training Stuffies [Open, Training, No Kill] Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:32 pm
Arashi1
Dead
- Jutsu Training::
Name: Chakurakunai (Chakra Kunai)
Canon/Custom: Canon
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary
Element: /
Range: /
Specialty: Chakra Flow
Duration: -5 Chakra Per Post.
Cooldown: 2 Posts.
Description: The technique is very simple: the user simply concentrates his chakra in a dense manner, slowly shaping a real usable kunai; but made of chakra. The chakra is dense enough to be seen by anybody. The kunai has the cutting properties and is as hard as an average E rank kunai. It's usefullness comes from the fact that the user can produce up to three at a time, advanced users will be able to do so in a mere moment, while the rookies will need some time. (C Rank and lower require an entire post of shaping the blades before being able to use them) The blades can be thrown normally, but will disperse after two posts unless they're connected to the user by a thread with chakra flowing in it.
It was a nice day in Iwa, nicer than most at least. It was already late morning, the sun was already up; 10:30 or so, but Arashi never really cared about numerical expressions of the time and shit, maybe it was just him but it seemed that most people he knew didn't like it either. Of course, he was raised as a Nekomotze, a tribe of savages of whom most believe that the sun will one day crash in the Earth and kill us all. Yeah... Arashi was fairly normal considered to most; he was even gentle and and had fairly few body-hair at his age; Nekomotze were known to be veeery hairy. Though, Arashi liked himself fairly much. It was a fairly warm day, still a bit too chilly for Arashi of course. The young red-haired Jounin of stone was fairly cold-blooded, much to his hatred and sadness. He was kind of constantly cold unless it was really hot; then it'd be just perfect for him. So, Arashi was just out of his door, with a slightly too large sweater. His hair was messy as always, falling in front of his eyes but not obscuring his vision one bit. He also wore some black pants and his signature red sandals, probably more than 4 years old by now.
What to do, what to do.. He wasn't going to do missions; he checked several times, there wasn't really anything new for him to do. So... Was he about to train? Or visit some of his new friends... Or maybe do a team thing something? Nah, he should train; it's definitely been a while since he trained last time. Yup, I'mma train... Enough slacking off, Ara, you need to get your shit together... There were countless locations to choose from, but currently Ara was facing the great Itami Mountain, just in front of him a mile or so. When I come to think about it, I never actually climbed that mountain... He tried it a couple of time, but never really made it to the top. Hell, he hardly made it to one third of it, but that was soooo long ago. Or... Maybe not... Three months? Well, the improvement Ara made in that time was more like 3 years than 3 months, so he was ready to take the mountain on. He took his first step, about to climb the mountain.
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