Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25866598-20160327165029

=There through the forest traveled a young man who had been plagued by things worse than nightmares...worse than ghosts and worse than these superficial worries that most were worried of in these times...though it was not counted out that what he was worried of could initially be a cause of these things. It was guilt...and what irony it would be that one of the things that plagued him with guilt - he was without izanagi, his adoptive father and with that he’d simply be sitting beneath a tree left to his own machinations. Ringo was truly worried for the briefest of moments his father wasn’t one to tolerate insubordination or slackers. In passing Ringo was greeted by his father to his avail his father wasn’t exactly upset rather he’d gone to gather an antique he held dear. Izanagi had given Ringo praise and with that they had taken a rest. The two had spent the day after his endeavors with the young man known as soki. In time the two made their way to a rather similar mountain shrine. This was not unlike the one that Ringo encounter while paying a visit to the family shrine within the sealed cave. Candles were ablaze in the same manner as those that rested within. This shrine was dedicated to something or someone and with that Ringo was sure many things were to follow, whether it be another trial by combat or a test of wits. It was like the clouds caressed this mountain's physique like nothing Ringo had ever seen before. It was as if they were paying a visit to kumogakure or visiting the heavens themselves. In passing Ringo knew izanagi would eventually explain what was to follow but until then he’d simply lie in wait.

=Ringo’s father had begun to speak his voice bellowing as it reached Ringo’s ears "You have made it to the second trial - I am happy to say that you have achieved this for you show potential beyond that of typical shinobi I have trained. The next trial will be far more difficult however. Before you lies a mask - the same crimson mask bearing the horns of a demon that I wore when I was once Seiryu the crimson death in my much younger and much less restrained days. I have caused much pain and destruction under the veil of this mask in the name of creating balance and order and the genjutsu sealed within this mask aided me in coming to just such a phase. Soki and I had an agreement despite his disposition now however with this - I can not aid you. You will be assaulted by the most primal parts of your subconscious and be tested to the best of your potential quite literally. Everything that occurs under this genjutsu you will retain and learn even if not from your conscious mind - it is a form of speed training that I give my students but never before has one donned my mask in particular; it has always been forbidden. when you are prepared, unwrap and dawn the mask. Overcome its tests and ascend even further to your potential. Take a breath in before you ready. This can be...quite an experience."

=In time he had begun to speak his words reaching Ringo’s ears with little hesitation as he held out a bandaged object. This object was soon passed to Ringo and with that he was told that this mask was used to give a sense of intense speed training one that brought turmoil to those that stood in the wake of such a man. Ringo was ready to begin the next step and with that he’d taken a deep breath his sharingan fading from view as he took the horned mask in hand and place it upon his face. In the wake of breath escaping his lips, Izanagi would that Ringo had placed the mask upon his await whatever was to follow as he took up a kneeling position about the candle lit earth they stood upon.

=In the moment that Ringo had put on the mask he would find that the moment he did such he would have fallen under the guise of the genjutsu. However this genjutsu was far from normal genjutsu and as a matter of fact it was one of a kind. The moment that he put the mask on he would find that it felt as if he was falling down a deep and narrow hole - the kind of feeling a person got when finally falling down the dip from a roller coaster. In the moment that he would have felt this and caught his composure he would find that there would be no one before him at the monastery - Izanagi would be gone but had he looked over deeper at the main building he would see that from a dark room where three candles were lit there would be a single figure sitting down with legs crossed and back turned to him before the candles. That figure sat there in silence unmoving although his body seemed to flicker and distort as if a static image. This figure bore an ominous aura and much like Soki this figure had no chakra signature and was untraceable with means other than the eye - delved so deep into whatever this force was that concealed him that it even seemed as if sound were drawn out from the room. It was quite obvious that this figure was waiting.

=In the wake of Ringo falling under the genjutsu it would’ve been as if he was having another one of his falling dreams. It was as if he was having an out of body experience before his soul was practically leaving his body before it was on the fast track back into his physique. In doing so Ringo’s eye would’ve shot open only to find himself locked in darkness only to be greeted by nothing but the exterior of the monastery. He soon turned his attention to the room that rested within only lit by the flames of three individual candles themselves. Upon closer examination Ringo could see a figure sitting about. His physique seemingly focused on whatever task was at hand and with that Ringo hadn’t bothered to cross the threshold of the room just yet. He merely sat at the door for a brief moment awaiting what would possibly follow.

=In the moment that the being that sat in the middle of the room would have come fully into view he would find that upon closer examination it would be revealed that this very figure would be wearing the exact same attire of which he was wearing. As a matter of fact upon further examination he would find that the figure was shaped and formed exactly as he was - a mirror image until it occurred that the figure would have turned to look over it's shoulder. In doing so he would find that this was indeed a mirror image of Ikki - sitting there wearing the red mask of Seiryu. In passing the mirror image would come to a stand his fist clinched for only a moment before he gave come here gesture with a single finger. The moment this happened the mirror image of ringo tilted his head and simply lay in wait for his originals response.

 

=Ringo smirked a bit looking up the mirror image of himself simply thinking “Leave it up to father to make this one of his test” In the wake of this thought he’d begun about his way. He began to sway side to side as he brought himself into a near crouched stance his body took up that of a track runner as he bolted in the direction of his mirror image his footsteps followed with machine gun rapidity as the hit the ground. The moment he grew within a few feet of the his mirror image he leapt into the air as the earth that was once beneath his feet cracked upon his ascension his body spiraled through the air in sidewinding clockwise rotation his hair following in messy manner not interrupting his motion. His rotation stopped as he had now placed himself above the himself with a decent amount of leverage. Although to no avail he’d have been met by his own mirror image the moment his rotation had come to a stop within the air.

=Ringo would find his mirror image mimicking his flight path in those moments as his mirror image rested behind him as they glided through the air for those brief moments. He hadn’t struck Ringo rather he whispered in his ear “This is what’s known as shadow of the dancing leaf” He chuckled  bit as the two were now on a downward descent and with that his mirror image held onto a mirrored version of the sword known as the swallow. It was that very same sword Ringo called his own. Ringo would’ve turned his attention to the very same sword on his left hip that the mirror held on his right as they both came into contact with the earth.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">=To Ringo it would’ve been as if Ringo’s mirror image was mocking him and in time it would come with explanation. The mirror Image of Ringo had begun speaking once more not as a whisper as a former of instruction his tone sturn like that of his father's. “Shadow of the dancing Leaf is something many spend years training to accomplish but with the prowess we already possess we’re bound to make quick work of it. Remember to wait for that vulnerable moment that your opponent is in the air in the air. Whether it be from your own attack or a technique they plan to perform on their own. Take advantage..” His mirror image had simply gone to lay in wait for when Ringo felt he was prepared to draw his blade.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">= Ringo nodded briefly before resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword. In passing he’d begun to speak his right hand simply resting freely at his side. “What’s next” His feet were poised and ready for anything that may follow but to his surprise his mirror image was doing the exact same thing had Ringo taken a step further he’d find that his Mirror image had begun to speak once more. “I’ll show you some of the more befitting methods to your style of swordplay but all in time.”

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