Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960421-20160327084030

Dageki: A poetic collapse of sunlight over a firbidden mist, a hidden one; the village. The Village Hidden in the mist had grown quiet on this morning. The only sounds were birds making conversation and the elderly talking amongst themselves. The most of them found it fun to sit outdoors in the mornings. They liked the morning dew, creeping over their porches, their balconies. The Village was situated in a system where there were houses in which were individually placed on small hillsides, or towards the center, closer to where the construction of the new Mizukage's building had been being built, were apartments, towering high over the entire village. This male though, this young, dynamic figure, lived in neither. His home, was slightly on the outskirts. But even then, he hadn't been home. He spent most of his time hiding under his Sensei's treehouse. He found it interesting to spy on him from time to time. Shusuke-Sensei was such an odd type, not showing any sort of personal life but carried such a friendly persona. He was very secretive. This intrigued the boy, blue of hair, mint eyes peering through the thickened moisture in the air. His sapphire locks hung over his hair like strands of silk off of the finest of garments. His face was young, yet chiseled, a soft smile underlying his small lips and chin. Over his forehead was the image of a black band, twisted around his head, the cloth forming into a head-band like shape. The plate of the forehead protector wasn't quite protecting his forehead at all. In fact, it was pointed towards the left side of his head, as it hung over his temple, strands of the headband tucked behind his ear. He wore a sleeveless, fishnet top, though overlaying it, had been a battle-kimono of a sand-like color, which flowed behind him in the morning breeze. A belt held grey flak pants to his lower body, as they stopped just above his ankles that had been wrapped in bandages. His ankles led down to feet, covered with standard issue, open toe shinobi sandals, tightened near the ball of his foot. This young, apathetic boy was none other than Mizumi, of the Omo Clan. Most importantly and most notably of his figure, had been the shape of a figure eight somewhat, apparent behind his back. A medium-sized war fan, took its place in a holster that hung from his lower back, just between two pouches that were situated towards that area as well. In said pouches, was where he kept a majority of his tools, essential for his duty as a shinobi, and as a person. The fan on his back had been gifted to him by his father; A replacement for the one that had been broken during their training. It was black in outlining, though towards its center it began to take somewhat of a wheat color, a long cloth wrapped around its handle to be easily tied into knots and possibly used for long range combat as well. It was made of reinforced materials, specifically for dispelling fire, but mostly for blocking physical attacks with ease; not easy to cut through, and not easy to break, it was a formidable defense. Regardless, of how much he didn't care much for things of this nature, he was hoping to get into a fight today, well, he was planning to. His fists were balled to his sides as he walked, and he had an undying rage to release upon someone. Regardless of how still his expressions became, and how empty he had looked from the outside, a swirling fire, quelling deep inside of him, was ready to be released immediately. He had no interest in waiting any longer, he had to let this "demon" out. His location however, was no where near anyone; which is quite odd for someone who wants to fight, huh?- maybe he didn't want to hurt anyone at all. Maybe he was suppressing himself by staying all the way out here. It was a thickened grassland, a small valley, surrounded by small mountain ranges and most importantly, a tiny river. Pouring down into the river was a waterfall, crashing hard into the surface below. He paced back and forth at the muddy beach, hoping to stall his anger. Through this anger he had all but forgotten; why he was actually at the water fall. This small little body of water was great and shallow enough for practicing water walking without it being dangerous, he was supposed to meet Kari here in order to help him train through the uage of chakra flow, however, Mizumi had his own plans as far as training.

Wakitoras: Today was awfully dull for Karihime’ spirit. He was tired from all of the recent training that he had been doing, but he knew hard work came with a price. He told himself that he was already in pain and he was already tired, so why stop now if his next training was going to make him tired all over again. Fight through the pain is something that was taught to him at a young age. Had had been doing back to back training with his friends, sensei’s, and he even reached out to people he didn’t have the closet relationship with just to get stronger. Today he was going to be doing another session with his close friend Mizumi. He felt as if him and Mizumi were equals now and that he could finally fight along him then trying to catch up to him. The weather out today was almost a perfect match to Karihime’s gloomy mood. The mist was thicker than it usually was and the son seemed as if it didn’t even exist. The wind smacked against the surfaces of the buildings and caused the trees to swoop along the currents. Karihime was ready to go and quickly put on his clothing to head it. He took his time with his actions as for he didn’t want to leave the house in the first place, but he didn’t want to let Mizumi down. As he walked towards the field that they have been doing all of their practices and realized that he needed to get his head in the game. He tried his best to regain his energy so he could appear to Mizumi with a sense of readiness. He entered the field and noticed Mizumi near a waterfall. He approached him slowly and said, “Hey Mizu, im ready to begin”. It was obvious that Karihime was tired, but he tried to make it seem he was ok.

Dageki: He had just been standing there, pacing back and forth, his sandals clicking against the moist grass beneath his feet as some of said moisture made its way between his toes. He was angry still, but he had'nt known for what reason, and it was odd for him to feel this way. Maybe things would shape up when Kari got here. Mizumi didn't even get a chance to finish his thoughts and Karihime had been approaching the seen as his thought connected in his head. He came up to Mizumi, who had stopped his pacing motion, and greeted him normally. Mizumi looked odd for a second, blinking his eyes profusely as if something was in them. His face was still and straightforward and he held no emotion. | " Yo Kari. " | He said simply, waving his hand whilst instituting a fake small on top of it. Both of them had been working hard for the chunin exams and soon their hard work would pay off; but to what measure? He was sure they would find out, but today, Kari was going to be perfecting something that Mizumi hadn't yet even started to learn. Chakra flow. Utilizing chakra flow, coincides with controlling your chakra. If you can flow your chakra through a certain portion of your body, or a said extension of your body, then the technique would come simply to you. Mizumi however, was here to work on a technique he had learned about secretly, and perfect that as well. The "Shadow Clone Technique" was the technique of choice, which was basically an advanced clone technique that focused on a complex system of chakra division, allowing him to split his chakra between the clones in order to create full, physical beings, of a lesser power, instead of clones that can be dispelled with ease. | "If you're ready, lets get started then." | - Mizumi said simply, as his fingers crossed against each other to pull out hand signs, unique to the technnique. | - "Kage Bushin no Jutsu!" - | he said, as in a puff of smoke two dud clones appeared, figureless, shapeless, just blobs, that resided into the mud beneath.

 Wakitoras: Karihime watched as Mizumi attempted to use his jutsu. Sadly, it failed upon activation and Karihime didn’t know what to say or do. He could tell that Mizumi wasn’t in the best of mood to begin with and decided that it was best if he just continued on with the training. “Mizumi come on, you can do this man”, Karihime said with a small grin on his face. He tried to give his friend inspiration when he could barely stand on his two feet himself. He looked towards some trees and pointed in the direction. If I climb up that tree right there before you can form a solid clone; you owe me dinner. Karihime looked at Mizumi with a challenging face. He knew that he was tire, but he was determined to get his training done. Suddenly he got an idea. He dug in his first aid kit and brought out two small, black pills. He threw one in Mizumi direction and ate one himself. This pills will give us extreme energy, but when were done it’s going to make us so tired we won’t be able to move. The pill started to take effect on Karihime’s body and he cracked his knuckles. “Ok let’s go, I’m ready”, Karihime seemed much more energized than before and with a quick body flicker he appeared to the closet tree nearby. He was about 50 yards from Mizumi, but was still in range that he could be seen clearly. He looked back at Mizumi and gave him a look of conformation. He instantly focused chakra in his feet and attempted to run up the tree. He took eight steps and made it about halfway before he lost control of his Chakra. He jumped down to the floor and attempted to go up the tree again.

Dageki: He had just failed again at creating the clone. And it was frustrating just as it was the first time he had ever attempted it. Either he can't make them at all, or he can't make them without passing out and going unconscious. It took a large mass of chakra to perform. And maybe his chakra quantity was so low, that when he used the technique, and his chakra got split into fractions, the fractions were too small for him to sustain himself. That would make the most sense anyways. Regardless, he was determined to master it; and now that Kari had turned it into a competition, he was definitely going to give it his all. He had been tossed a black, pill-like edible; keyword: Edible. And with that notion, he instantly flicked the black pellet off of the base of the thumb on his right hand, and as it spun in the air above his head, he situated himself to catch it majestically with his tongue, celebrating upon its entry with a fist bump. He gulped largely, the pill traveling down his throat and into his stomach. He shuttered wildly, twitching a bit, as if the contents of the capsule had exploded within him, and soon, he had also felt the jolt of energy that came from its consumption. | "You got a bet man." | Mizumi said both calmly, and with excitement, contradicting the statement himself. He was unsure if he could actually win but at least he had more of a drive to do so. Before he could get a chance to form his hand signs, Kari had appeared not too far away from Mizumi, though a larger distance than he previously had been. It was some sort of teleportation. No- No it couldn't have been that. He was familiar with this, the Body Flicker Technique. But when did Karihime learn the technique? This was new to him, Karihime was progressing rather fast. Mizumi refused to be left in the dust; he formed the hand seals by crossing his index and his middle over his other index and his middle, Vertically and horizontally as he attempted to form clones over and over again.

Wakitoras: Karihime was continuously climbing the tree further and further each time up. HE was trying to beat Mizumi with all he could and he felt like he was going to win. The day was slowly starting to get dark though so Karihime knew that it was no or never. If he didn’t get up that tree now then he would lose the bet, and he refused to be defeated. HE started to get the hang of using Chakra control and it all his training that he had been doing was starting to pay off now. He looked at the tree with much intensity. He turned around to look at Mizumi who seemed as if he had the hang of the jutsu now. He closed his eyes and focused as hard as he could. Taking his left foot, he places it on the tree. He took a deep breath before he brought his right leg foot up and placed it on the tree as well. There he was, standing parallel to the floor and still sticking the tree surface. He slowly went step by step up the tree shouting as he progressed. “WooHoo, I’m going to win”, he said as he still slowly went up the tree. He had finally got his chakra control together and managed to make it up the tree. He reached the top and turned around and faced Mizumi to see if he was finished with his Shadow Clone Technique.

Dageki: The competition was fierce, genuine competitive nature overtaking them both. For the passing Minutes, kari had been trying to climb that tree, whilst, Mizumi was trying to from his clones. Even though Mizumi was at a disadvantage seeing as though it was harder to make Shadow clones than to climb a damn tree, he was still bent on winning. |" I'm telling you Kari! I'm gonna win man!" | He said excitedly, clearly exhibiting the pill's influence on his attitude and energy. He was hyperactive at the moment, and it was definitely showing externally. It seemed as if he was pulsating, exploding with energy as his heart pumped with more and more blood by the second. His clones kept forming, then being disfigured, forming, then being disfigured. He couldn't make an adequate clone to save his life. He struggled with it, and was quite annoyed that he couldn't get it right, but it didn't show on his excited, hyperactive face. He only wanted to beat Kari, he had forgot that he was training the technique. He could hear the thudding of Kari's sandals against the thick tree trunk and soon began to grow in fear of losing. He tried harder and harder, but could'nt create a clone that was actually.. a clone. He only could construct these disgusting blobs of nothing, that had no shape, or figure, or movement. He hadn't known why it was so hard for him, but it was. Soon, He took a deep breath, the pill seemingly weakening. Mizumi inhaled sharply, before exhaling with a powerful gale, flowing out before he screamed out one last time. | "Kage Bushin no Jutsu!!" | He screamed, as one clone, identical to himself, appeared next to his person with the exact same figure, height, appearance, and pose. Mizumi's eyes shifted to Kari, realizing that he had scaled the tree, but who was first? Soon, his eyes began to roll int he back of his head, as his thoughts dispersed in shambles. | "not again.." | He said, as he lost consciousness, flailing to the ground beneath, the clone following suit before dissapearing in a puff of smoke. He still couldn't create them without passing out.

Wakitoras : He had made it to the top of the tree but when he looked at Mizumi he had a shadow clone up. Who was first? They didn’t know, but Karihime was getting tired from the pill that he had recently took. He slowly walked the tree and watched as Mizumi feel to the ground. Before Karihime could even go to help him he collapsed himself. They both laid there tired and exhausted. There wasent even enough energy to get up, so they both laid there for the time being.  