1 Forefather Battlegrounds [Training/Invite Only] Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:02 pm
Kazu
D-rank
The sun would descend across the rich orange sky, setting into Iwagakure tall mountains. A slight breeze would gently sway the air letting the bright green grass to dance in it's position. Kazu would stand atop an upright stone, his crimson gaze would watch as the sun would be welcomed by the earth, as the night sky began to envelop the suns radiance. Kazu had ventured from his village and into the ruins of Rockhenge for one single purpose, to get stronger. As the night sky became completely black a white full moon would glimmer from the west divining the earth with it's graceful light. It was time.
Making his way toward the core of the rockhenge Kazu would sit down on the stone tablet and crossed his legs. Closing his blood red eyes and placed his hands atop his knees, he was finally ready for his training. Breathing in, and breathing out, deep breaths both when inhaled or exhaled. His chakra began to flow gently around his body. His light blue chakra colour would shroud outside his skin, his concentration of his self-chakra control would slow break when noticing a chakra source outside from himself. His eyes would reopen as he noticed there was a presence amongst the rok hedges, but it was no person. No this chakra source was faint but stagnant, like a dormant volcano waiting for it's opportunity to explode and case mayhem.
Kazu would watch as flickers of chakra would expel from the rock henges, it must've been a secret or for historic rituals used back in the old days. An idea would spark through his abyss of thoughts. Standing atop the rock tablet Kazu would make a deep breath inhaling oxygen to his lungs whilst concentrating chakra to his lungs. As soon as he gathered enough chakra he exhaled creating a flaming spiral to emerge from his lips, spinning out of control and landing straight into an upright rock which stood still from the blast. Kazu would scratch the back of his head. "So more moulding, moulding is the key, followed by control of the shape of the flame, another spiral and i'll be done for, as for flame construction, before the chakra reaches my lips, maybe my at the top of my throat." A plan had readied as Kazu spoke aloud to himself. It was time to form a new jutsu.
[404/1500] words || B Rank Jutsu Training
Making his way toward the core of the rockhenge Kazu would sit down on the stone tablet and crossed his legs. Closing his blood red eyes and placed his hands atop his knees, he was finally ready for his training. Breathing in, and breathing out, deep breaths both when inhaled or exhaled. His chakra began to flow gently around his body. His light blue chakra colour would shroud outside his skin, his concentration of his self-chakra control would slow break when noticing a chakra source outside from himself. His eyes would reopen as he noticed there was a presence amongst the rok hedges, but it was no person. No this chakra source was faint but stagnant, like a dormant volcano waiting for it's opportunity to explode and case mayhem.
Kazu would watch as flickers of chakra would expel from the rock henges, it must've been a secret or for historic rituals used back in the old days. An idea would spark through his abyss of thoughts. Standing atop the rock tablet Kazu would make a deep breath inhaling oxygen to his lungs whilst concentrating chakra to his lungs. As soon as he gathered enough chakra he exhaled creating a flaming spiral to emerge from his lips, spinning out of control and landing straight into an upright rock which stood still from the blast. Kazu would scratch the back of his head. "So more moulding, moulding is the key, followed by control of the shape of the flame, another spiral and i'll be done for, as for flame construction, before the chakra reaches my lips, maybe my at the top of my throat." A plan had readied as Kazu spoke aloud to himself. It was time to form a new jutsu.
[404/1500] words || B Rank Jutsu Training