Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160320043601/@comment-27960448-20160320043631

UbiquityKiyoshi: Although the sun might have shined down radiating a glorious, bright, and illuminous glow over various villages, within the mist, the sun paid no visit for this day for the mist was just as thick as it had always been. As the gloomy grey skies lingered over the village within Kirigakure, the young male closed his eyes, instantly opening them up again. For some reason, darkness caused him not to want to shut his eyes – eyen blink for that matter. The constant thought of bloodshed and pain – the calling out for destruction … was all that he could remember. Taking his hand and placing it onto his neck, he began to rub it slightly as he hung his head over. “So I wonder when will this all be over?” He thought to himself as he could see fear within the hearts of the Kirigakurians. He could feel it, as they spoke amongst themselves. He could feel their thoughts, their want for change, their fear, their hatred … It sort of fell over him as he hovered his head down, his arms trembling as he continued to move forward, attempting to ignore the talk. Whistling to himself though, he continued to walk past the flow of people that seemed to cause him to want to just stop, and wreak complete and utter havoc. Cooling himself down as he could feel eyes piercing into his skin, he simply turned the corner heading towards a forest, away from the center of the village. Continuing to walk, his hands in his pocket as he lifelessly looked about, he felt something hit his messy black hair. Looking upwards, he figured that it was a rain drop, hinting at the likely hood of a down pour. “JUUUBEI!” A male voice called out as this same male launched himself out at Juubeimaru, only for Juubeimaru to jump into the air, lifting his legs up. And dodged the attack completely. The male landed face first into the dirt as Juubei continued to walk. “Oh… so you’re still alive.” Juubei said in a cold heartless manner as he offered the male a smile. “I’m glad to see you so happy.” The male scrambled to his feet, brushing the dust off of his clothing. Noticing Juubeirama’s headband having horns, he chuckled a bit. “Yep it’s the Bla-” He began as Juubei took his hand and forced it to the male’s face. “You’re going to get people to give me that look like they always do. You know some of the people lost their lives or whatnot. Why the hell are you so happy about them giving me this title?” He said in a slightly annoyed, yet concerned voice. Sighing, he quickly took his arm reaching into the male’s tool pack retrieving three Kunai. Placing each of the Kunai within his fingers, he continued to walk as the male spazzed out, only before Juubei to form a single hand sign to body flicker away from the male – leaving him utterly confused as bubbles were the only thing left. As he held the Kunai, floating within a bubble, beginning to float over the trees. As he looked up at the cloudy sky, he was in thought about how a sunny sky would look? The doves flying through the sky as the blue sky ran for miles, as bright as the ocean underneath it; with a sun, a powerful sun shining down on the faces of everyone. It caused him to place a smile on his face as he floated there, slightly above the forest, wearing his black sleeveless hooded jacket with a hood, his jacket with symbols of shuriken on the side, and thick black pants – all that assisted in keeping the male warm within the cold-hearted village.

Dageki: How much darker and gloomier could it get by the day. He was becoming more and more like his sensei without even noticing, he hadn't even left the forest in quite some days. He was interested in only one thing; preparing for the chunin exams. When him and his friends caught whim of the news that the Chunin exams were going to be held in the months coming on so fast, and at Konohagakure no Sato, their initial response was only to train harder and harder. Seeing as though his arsenal of jutsu was quite vague, though well rounded, he needed something to make him both unique and powerful in combat. But as a Shinobi, he knew it was not all about being an offensive specialist, but about adding some supplementary value to your presense as a ninja as well. This was a concept he was struggling yet still trying to grasp, hopefully catching onto it before he was too deep or far behind compared to his peers or enemies. For example, he had just started going to the library more, and has taken a sudden interest in Fuinjutsu. Something about it made him feel powerful, completely sealing something meant to harm the user away permanently; or at least as long as he could. He felt like there were more ninja with that prowess needed in the world. Though, regardless of that fascination, that was not what brought him out to the mucky field today. He was here for one reason and one reason only. The reason he was so far outside of the village was for secrecy. Here, people asked no questions, and there was no conversation to distract him from progressing in strength. He wasn't sure if this was accidental or on purpose, but he miraculously stumbled upon a scroll while rummaging through the countless texts inside the library. This scroll was different though. It was massive, and carried golden embroidery on top of a thin, beige cloth covering. The day had no need to be described, seeing as though it was precisely the same as every other day, and nothing had changed. The mist had taken a coat over the forest as it had always done, and thankfully he had adjusted to it. As usual his cloth wrapping over his head covered one of his eyes, today it being his right. He simply did this to increase his perception and natural ability to see and observe, even with a blind spot. This helped him function in non-training situations, for he would be more profficient in the usage of natural vision. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead as he sat the scroll down in the damp grass. He hadn't yet opened it but he had checked it out of the library earlier that morning. He paced back and forth nervously, his face frowned about in anger and frustration of his fear that whatever was inside he would not be able to deal with properly. With a spurt of energy and bravery he jumped at the scroll, and unlatched its buckle as it rolled out before him. Somewhat afraid to look for some reason, he began peaking around his fingers to create a small line of vision, and through his fingers he pieced words together. | "Shadow... - Clone... - Technique?" | He said in a mystery, removing his hands to figure out what exactly he had attempted to read. It was an instruction scroll, that simply gave the directions in performing a jutsu that as described, seemed to be of a high rank. He was most familiar with the water clone technique even if he hadn't know it himself, because it was something most people in his village utilized specifically. This technique, according to its description, creates more durable copies that properly split chakra into fragments, creating different beings of yourself in order to appropriately overwhelm and overpower and opponent. They can aid in the construction and utilization of jutsu and have more hand to hand capabilities than any other clone. This interested him, and within seconds he was reading the directions carefully. It was simple from what he had read, and it only required one hand sign. He was unfamiliar with it at sight, but it was easy to form. With his left hand he placed his pointer and middle finger up vertically, hiding the rest; and with his right he did the same, tho extended his wrist horizontally and crossed each finger. Developing a stable flow of chakra, he had simply closed his eyes and strained, but nothing had happened. He was oblivious to the fact that a male was hovering close to above his head, near the trees that surrounded the clearing where he had been training. He tried over and over again for the ensuing minutes, but with no prevail.

UbiquityKiyoshi: As the young male continued to float above head, he felt chakra rising and falling, him rubbing his eyes before releasing his bubble. Flipping two fingers up in the air as the bubble popped, he fell from the sky all the way down the ground as he landed with the mist parting ways slightly, him landing swiftly instead of a large, wreckless “thud.” Standing back up to his feet, he held the Kunai within one hand as he looked at the male with a pretty large scroll. The thirteen year old rubbed the back of his neck as he raised an eyebrow. There was a young male whom he remembered in the exam, slaughtering person after person securing his rank for Genin. Although he didn’t look too far into this person, since it indeed was a practice done every few months. “What’s your name?” He asked to the male that currently was busy with his work, training and whatnot. He usually didn’t have to give his own name out, seeing that most saw him as the Black Demon of the Hidden Mist – as well as knew not to cross paths with the male. Although he had a slightly sinister aura about him, he seemed to be rather light and friendly opposed to what the rumors were said about him, his mannerism being laid back and normal. “What’s that?” He asked the male who seemed to be looking into some sort of scroll that was far too large for something as small as a “Mission outline” or anything of that nature. It seemed sacred – as if it were some special relic baring some information that was not supposed to reach every eye. Walking over to look for himself, he saw the technique – the Shadow Clone Jutsu. In truth, he did not know the technique himself, but he did not have a use for it due to his bubble technique. “I’m guessing this is what you’re spending your time on, huh?” Juubei questioned as he rubbed his chin as well. He wondered exactly why the male would partake in learning Shadow Clones when he could effectively use his water clones in a similar manner. Although he was slightly confused, he looked into the information more in debt, seeing as to why he might have wanted to use such a technique. “I see, I guess I understand a bit more. Training it for some particular purpose? Want to use it in the upcoming up exam with that Konoha village?” He asked as he looked over at the male him taking his hand and rubbing the back of his neck in a laid back manner. “Although I don’t know this technique, it doesn’t seem pretty hard. With the basics of it going down. Reminds me a lot of my bubbles to be honest, right before they….” He began as he then chuckled, snapping his fingers saying simultaneously “Snap.”

Dageki:He tried time and time again, his fingers overlapping each other as his chakra whirred and then failed to start, like a false engine. The noise dwindled within the seconds and as the time began to past by, his energy did is well. He was frustrated. He wasn't one with a mass amount of stamina per-say; but he was one that knew how to utilize his chakra and energy even in small quantities, and that skill wouldn't fail him today. He had no idea what he was doing, and simply went into it blindly, constantly trying and then taking a break shortly after so he didn't immediately exhaust himself. He was hardly playing attention to his surroundings, which was unlike him. Sharp green hues cut through blades of grass and blankets of mist, with a navy, outstretched mane flowing freely down his back in a gentle breeze. His pale skin dripped with sweat, almost unnoticed due to his very light color in the face. He simply heard a thud, similar to feet meeting the ground, It was a sound that was all-too familiar to his ears, knowing when people were coming to sneak up on him was a talent, but this was a much more sloppy attempt; he didn't think whoever this is meant to sneak up on him at all. Mizumi turned around quickly, dropping his fomrerly formed handsigns and clasping his hands into a tightened grip around the handle of his fan placed firmly on his back. He held it with urgency, willing to draw and lay waste at moment's notice, if he could. His face grew straightforward, looking very seriously out towards the male, who was very much a mystery to him. He had cold eyes stretching forward that touched the surface of Mizumi's skin with a frozen snare. His hair was shaggy and black, a powerful and full mane. He was slightly larger that Mizumi in height and seemed to have him by a very small margin in age as well. How interesting his simple training session had become. He was slightly drawn to irritation concerning the fact that his secret was let out, but before he could even express the level of said irritation, he paused, listening as the male opened his mouth to speak, both sincerity and darkness in his voice. The voice slightly stirred some memory. He belived this male was in the same graduation class as him, though in a different sector; or maybe the year before? Regardless he had asked Mizumi for his name. With Mizumi's gaze still sharp, cut like steel fragments off a blade, piercing the very spectrum of the man before him, he answered with a shutter in his eyelids. | "What's yours?" | He said as firm as possible in a voice that was slightly defensive. He had no intentions of having unnecesary quarrel with the male but he didn't like randoms, especially randoms that approached literally out of the blue. He had no insight to his intentions or otherwise what exactly he was doing directly out here, so he cautiously kept eyes on his figure at all times, watching closely. Mizumi, standing parallel to the male, then saw him begin to peak around Mizumi's body, eyeing the scroll. Mizumi attempted to limit his line of sight but it wasn't working, and he peaked and red through the sections separating his arm from his body or his shoulder from his neck. The male began to speak about the technique, as if he could "school" Mizumi out of his current failures with it, but he wasn't sure that he could. Regardless, Mizumi wasn't one to take pity or aid, and soon after, his look of seriousness and discretion, turned into a look of curiosity, as the male conjured bubbles up, and with a snap of his finger, popped them. | "Wha- What exactly is that?" | Mizumi said sharply, hoping that he could get some sort of explanation out of the male. That current display of the male's unique ability was enough to cause Mizumi to lower his guard slightly, at least enough to tell his name. | "I am Mizumi of the Omo Clan." | He said firmly, his posture not wavering the slightest bit.

Dagger: his brow crept over his eyes in a form of discontent, displaying his confusion and ominous look towards the male that stood in front of him. He was still analyzing his appearance, and was quite confused, as to how young or old this male could have been. He also wondered about his strength, and was it close or far beyond that of Mizumi's own. It was a scary thought in general, not knowing someone's capabilities off the bat, when you're somewhere alone with them isolated from the entirety of the population. Which road would this take him down, this pressing concept invading his brainways, his mind scattered with thoughts and realizations all in the same moment. His stare was a bit softer now, realizing that the male had no ill intentions for Mizumi, but instead probably had good ones, but he wasn't quite sure what they were. He was curious to know, but not curious enough to ask. It was a pride thing, he was sure that whatever was bound to happen, would happen, and whatever he was meant to find out, he'd find out. His dark blue hair that stretched down to his shoulder blades was flipped over the top of his back with a flick of the neck, the strands of hair separating and landing on the front surface of his chest dropping down to his lower rib cage area in terms of length. He honestly was just listening, interested to hear what the male had to say, in terms of information. After all, best case scenario, he could help him with this jutsu, even as a stranger. All his thoughts collided into one and it was surprise, because in the oncoming seconds he heard a word that was the pentacle for his goals and aspirations as a shinobi. "Jounin", The male exclaimed; did he say this was his rank, as in he was a jounin? This confused Mizumi in an instant, realizing that this male was not far from him in age, and Jounin. How in the h- He stopped himself in the middle of his thoughts, shaking the rabid thoughts from his brain in order to focus on the present, instead of punishing himself for a future he has yet to reach. The chunin exams were the priority now. He could worry about his jounin dreams afterwards, and hopefully reach the goals he stretched for. This was where that road started. With a simple jutsu. He had great interest in learning it but it was entirely too hard for him. He was getting closer, his concentration allowing him to create silhouette looking objects with the technique, or at least a blob of something with small physical capabilities for a short moment. His eyes caught whim of the male's pipe; a blowpipe or shooter of some kind. It was hard for Mizumi to make out the exact usage of the structure. He didn't know entirely what the tool was used for until it happened in front of him. The tool was used to blow bubbles, these bubbles, in which floated around their head whimsically, Mizumi's eyes lightning up at the sight of it. The bubbles grew and size and began some odd expansion and transformation of shape. The transluscent orbs of nothingness were compressed and composed into forms of people, figures, shaped just like the male. This was clearly an original clone technique or the extension of the water clone technique itself. Regardless, it was show that this male was profficient in the use of cloning ninjutsu. Mizumi however, was least profficient in this matter. Seeing as though the only cloning technique he has yet to master is the simple one taught to him in the academy. As pathetic as that sounds, it was the truth. But as the seconds passed, and the clones to shape and numbers; wielding weapons and such as ready for combat. They took a step forward, and with worried eyes Mizumi looked out to see if he was prepared, not knowing exactly what to expect. On the word "Go". The only thing he could think of was to move. He had to get out of his situation. A clone had come towards him, though his pace was slow compared to the others'. He approached at a front angle, attempting to slash Mizumi with a kunai. Though the one that approached overhead was a lot more quick than the First. Mizumi heard the male's words and witnessing also fighting off clones, so he figured he wouldn't break them at all. But he still didn't seem comfortable using the technique. He quickly drew his fan. And as the one approached overhead, He simply held the fan over him like an umbrella. The Clone's fist driving downward would splatter against the reinforced material, as the rest of his body fell suit, his own momentum was his ruin. In quick 360, Mizumi swirled the fan around to hit the clone approaching on his side, the blunt force of the material distorting the bubble clone's head back into a  bubble like substance, before a quick force of the flat end of the fan splattered the original sructure of the clone itself, but the two he had destroyed quickly reformed, the one coming towards him at the front angle simply received a side-step from Mizumi, as his kunai-lunge was evaded and then met with a jump backwards to create distance. Mizumi, now feet away from the clones that had targeted him, scowled in anger. | "Damn. This is really a pain. Kage Bushin no Jutsu!" | He said, the anger in his voice fueling the amount of chakra he emitted into the technique, along with his focus. In a quick succession, two clones came from his body in a puff of smoke, taking his exact appearance for the first second of their newborn lives, before turning into shadow-like figures, shapeless, though still with physical capabilities. Even though their appearance was flawed down to the core, he had made 2 clones, regardless of how they looked. Two clones that he could control. He sent the shadow-like, glob-like figures towards two of the bubble clones to fight, while he clashed his fan with the remaining one's kunai, subconsciously hiding himself from the other male's view in embarrassment of his failure.

UbiquityKiyoshi: The Bubble clone thrashed itself against the fan, popping as it were a bubble as Juubei instantly knew that the male was using some sort of weapontry. Not stopping though, he continued to move against the clones, slashing and dashing. He forced his Kunai within the Clone’s arms, necks, bodies, as they continued to pop over and over again. Juubei soon felt a powerful kick to his face from one of the clones, as another bubble clone wrapped his arm around Juubei’s neck, holding him in some sort of lock. Using his body weight against the clone, pushing himself, he through the clone over his shoulder, forcing his fit into the clone’s head causing it to pop. Another one threw a Kunai towards Juubei, him swiftly moving to the side as he spun his body in a 360 degree circle, as another clone had it’s neck sliced due to the Kunai held within Juubei’s mouth. The Bubbles continued to charge at the both of them as both faught, using Taijutsu, dodging, weaving, and at the very least Juubeimaru, taking damage. With constant fists to the face, kicks launching him into a tree, even a Kunai cutting his cheek, he continued to take damage and faught on his clones. The clones did their best to track down the real Juubeimaru, as this was not only training for the body, but for the senses as well. He was teaching himself concentration and focus, as well as being able to push his abilities to the very limit. With them being Bubble clones, he was also practicing endurance with the technique, familiarizing himself with their strength, power, and all around stamina. He wanted to make sure he could push them to their limits as well, so that he was able to create even strong clones – or even… stronger Soap Bubble Ninjutsu. With his clones taking damage from the young gennin as well as the Jounin. Although the bubble clones fighting the younger male made sure not to do anything detrimental to his health, they at the same time were on a fraction of how powerful the male was, and all though he was still growing – his skills in Taijutsu were lacking greatly, but his speed was something that most Genin would have trouble keeping up with. Juubei was impressed on how strong this gennin was and even decided to push himself a bit harder as well, moving his body faster as he continued to fight against the clones. With this training in Taijutsu, he also was learning how to control his overall abilities – when to use certain attacks, when to hold back, speed up, etc, simply by watching his opponent move. Information shot within his brain with each clone popped, as both of them wiped out a good number of the bubbles within a period of 45 minutes. Sweat dripped down from his forehead as the day continued on, the numbers of bubble clones dwindling to a rather small number as the two of them continued to fight.

It was moving a b it more smooth now. The clone's numbers were dwindling to an all-day low, showing that the two of them together were cuasing considerable damage. Itwas more than clear that hand to hand combat wasn't his specialty, but his usage of his weapon was., that's what made him generally damage in close-quarter situations. The clones had been surrounding him and his training partner the entire day, and it had been a while since Mizumi created the failure clones, and even though fatigued; figured he'd try again, no matter how fickle it may seem. He had bruises and abrasions beneath his many layers of clothes, hiding how many times he was struck by such strong clones. His arms and legs were getting slightly, sore and he began to pant slightly realizing he wasn't the type of person that could genuinely train and/or fight for a long period of time. At least not yet. It was frustrating to see his training partner move so fluidly with little fault, but even he was bombarded by the amount of clones. But now, the number was really small, and after dealing with the remaining clones with his weapon, Mizumi scurried over towards the other male with hope that they could somewhat work together to finish off the last of them. Inching towards the male as quickly as he possibly could, Mizumi turned his back to face his, trying to connect shoulder blades even if he was outmatched in height. He simply needed a way to ensure that that the two of them could defeat the remaining few. Now few was quite an understatement, for it was about 8 left. 8 clones total, had been left. They were firm clones but every once and a while the sun hit their surface and you could see the bubble-esque reflective glow off of the surface of their skin and attire. And they gave away their identities very easily. It seemed that the day was losing its light, faster and faster, and in a quick succession Mizumi formed his one hand sign once more, panting as he did, screaming out the technique's name this time, yelling with all his might to ensure its success: | "Kage Bushin no Jutsu!!!" | He screamed, as 4 clones came from his body, this time their appearance matched and firm, and not flickering into another form. They stayed as they were the entire time, and were exact copies of Mizumi. They charged forward at 4 of the 8 remaining bubble clones, and began to meet them fiercely in combat, while Mizumi himself, was struggling to stand, and ended up falling backwards landing on his bottom; panting out of complete exhaustion. The clones he made dissipated just after dismantling the 4 bubble clones they targeted with heated close combat maneuvers, all of which was identical down to the fan on his back. He laid there on the ground, his eyes slowly closing from the chakra drainage that had occurred over the short day, and in response, he began to slowly lose consciousness, hopefully his mystery partner would surely handle the rest in his lapse.

UbiquityKiyoshiUbiquityKiyoshi UbiquityKiyoshi : The time past as the two of them faught on and on – valiantly. With Juubei maintaining the clones as well as attempting to fight and defend himself, the struggle was at an all-time high. Sweat dripped down his face, his upper body leaning over his lower body as his legs twitched, his arms hung over as his hand pressed firmly into his knees. “Damn… It.” He thought to himself as another clone came from behind, holding a kunai within his hand. “I knew that my Taijustu needed work, but…” He thought to himself as the bubble clone fell down from the sky, holding a kunai within his hand, aimed downwards in hopes to impale the male within the back as he was catching his breath. As his hands flashed for a second, the male came downwards, slicing into the male’s back. “YES!” The bubble clone shouted in a form of some sort of excitement, as nothing but bubbles remained in the stead of the jacket he had slashed. “What the…?” He thought as the jacket too, turned into bubbles. Down from above, the foot of the shinobi slammed into the bubble clone’s back as the clone emitted a sound as a popping sound could be heard. Rubbing the back of his neck, he continued to feel this state of exhaustion from pushing himself to such a limit, before yet another bubble clone aimed towards him with a Kunai as a means to cut his neck. Juubei’s arms were now down low, hanging towards the ground, as if he could barely lift them up. As he was faced with a fight or flight decision, he recalled his thoughts from years prior – “To Live.” Juubeimaru focused in as she squatted his legs down a bit, eyeing the male’s hand as it was his prey. Taking a single foot and pushing it forward, he used his speed to snatch the kunai away from the bubble clone, and his mouth in place of his hands, all within a swift, fast, eye shocking moment. Taking the Kunai from the male’s hand with his mouth, his teeth seemed a bit sharper than usual, spinning past the clone as the clone’s eyes looked in complete terror, the bubble popping. Dropping the kunai from his mouth he sighed, panted, and attempted to breathe as the bubble clone number had dropped to two less now. Pushing himself back up to his feet, he had recalled what he had just done, one of the things that caused him to be the male in which he was now – the technique in which he just used. “Blood Bathe.” He thought to himself as he sighed as his eyes shot back open. “Kage no Bushin!” As two identical clones to that of the male came into existence. “So this is the power… This is what happens when you have the will to succeed. Or if it is what happens when you scream to the top of your lungs…. He joked as he saw the male go toe to toe, as even his clones were taken aback by the fact that Mizumi had made the clones in such a manner with such little stamina. ” I might have to watch out for him…. As long as he’s nothing like me…” He thought to himself as his own eyes seemed like that of a lifeless blue – turning into a slight purple hue before his speed picked up, as Mizumi fell unconscious. “Training over.” He said as the lights seemed to go out, both clones being decimated in a matter of seconds, not to him rendering the jutsu, just by pure and utter skill alone. Standing to his feet, he then pulled out his bubble blower once he had calmed himself down from the excitement; his body being rather excited to the point of trembling due to how much he had been put under such pressure. The Adrenaline flowing within him calming down as well. He blew one more bubble with a considerable size around the both of them as they floated off. As he sat there within the bubble, he thought to himself – Saying nothing as he floated with him back to the lands, dropping him off at a nearby hospital – since he had no idea where the boy had lived. Getting back into the bubble he floated above Kiri, a considerable distance away as he solely thought to himself about how beautiful bubbles were, even in such a cloudy, gloomy day.