1 Shinobis do get sick. . .(Training, Open, No KIll) Mon Aug 05, 2013 9:26 pm
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677 out of 1000Name: Seal Style::Water Gun
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: C
Type: Offensive
Element: Suiton
Range: Mid.(5 – 10 meters)
Specialty: Fuuinjutsu
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 4 post
Description:
The seal can be placed on the ground, or any non-organic surface, it being activated by the chakra of the fuuinjutsu practitioner. Once activate water is drawn from the atmosphere and fills up the seal, this happens instantaneous, before firing a concussive force of water at the opponent, that can cause mild bruising, and potential crack/break smaller bones(ei. fingers, toes.)). Roughly 2ft in diameter, the beam is capable of overwhelming jutsus of the same rank(excluding earth) or higher(katon only), projectiles of the same rank or lower, are also knock away/overwhelmed by the blast. While under the effects of Seal Style: Enchantment, Water Gun can now crack smaller bones, and possible break them if hit directly.
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”Achoo!"
And that my friends is the quickest way to part a crowd while walking – as shown by Konoha's resident gambler, having sneezed for the umpteenth time in the span of ten minutes. He didn't know how what happen, yesterday he was perfectly fine, but when he woke up this morning, he was gifted with a snuffy nose and a slight fear. What the hell!? His routine didn't change anything. And(as far as he knows) he didn't have a run in with any sickly people. So why in blue heavens was he sick? Rubbing his noise in frustration Kichirou continue navigating through the Konohagakure market square swiftly, trying to avoid bumping into anyone. A small bag full of herbs and spices that promised to get rid of whatever he had in his right hand, and a small brown backpack was slung over his shoulders – as the crowd parted for the man. Green orbs caught the fleeting looks of friends who disappeared after being spotted, though not before lingering a little bit as if they were having an internal debate if they should approach him. Wisely they chose not to, maybe because of the frown marring his facial features, that hinted at him not wanting to be bother with?
Those same orbs as before thoroughly scanned Kichirou's final destination, his feet having stopped once reaching there. Lush green trees dance in a hypnotic fashion, no doubt from the slightly and present breeze sweeping through the area, different species of birds chirped happily them being the singers in this performance. The crystal blue skies shined down like a spot light on the performers, as if trying to bring the attention to them. Yes, this training ground would do nicely for what Kichirou had in mind. Moving towards a tree stump, Kichirou began the process of unpacking the brown backpack full of Fuuinjutsu supplies such as, blank sheets of paper; various ink vials and brushes all was laid out a front of him. Grabbing a piece of paper that, to an average person, looks like some childish doodling, Kichirou looked at the sealing array drawn on the paper. The sealing array in question was something of his own design that he thought of on the whim, and instead of trying it out with ink and brushes, he decided to draw out the array making small note bubbles with estimates the thickness of the brush needed and consistency of lines. Pressing down to hard or light could result in a nasty effect. The same cane be said about the thickness of the lines as well. For to thick, and well you might just end up with a giant explosive tag – something you wouldn't want . . . well unless you plan for such.
Once he was sure that the sealing array on the paper was alright and safe to use(presumably), he grabbed a clean sheet of paper, a vital of ink and brush. Taking a deep breath, calming his nerves and clearing his mind, the gambler began the tenacious procedure of drawing out the sealing array, making sure each stroke was perfect. For the slightest mis –
Bam!
Kichirou's hands flew up quickly catching the soccer ball that was heading towards him, green eyes looking at the small kids who were running up to him and apologize to him before asking for the ball back – something he agreed to give back, just with a warning to be careful for now on. Watching the kids run off, Kichirou turned back to the seal he were working on and he couldn't help to mentally groan at the mess. Even though he knew it, the fact that some of the lines weren't consistence in size and the ink was running, totally destroying the seal, was a souring sight. Well there wasn't any point in crying over spilled milk . . . or ink in this case. So with that, Kichirou balled up the ruin piece of paper and started anew. Hopefully there wouldn't be any interruptions this time.