Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160314042826/@comment-24937485-20160314042844

Another day of Shinobi life, another day of strife, another day of doing what he enjoyed most. Akira had gotten out of bed about half an hour ago and was already well underway to the training grounds while the night’s darkness still lingered in the sky. After a little longer he pushed the gate that was the only way into the area surrounded by a high fence. Inside one would find the ground mostly filled with grass, and sand in some places, as well as a 2yard wide stream that ran through the open space which only saw few trees and bushes which were more present the closer one got to the fence. The thirteen year old youth took a deep breath of fresh air while tightening his Konoha headband; white tufts of hair falling down around it. He carried a long wooden bo-staff in his right hand and had a pouch for various items on his lower-back and upper right thigh. His clothing consisted of black shinobi pants that were tucked into open-toed boots, and a unzipped black hoodie that stopped just above the ribcage and was worn over a long white shirt. In the dim-lit light currently provided by nature Akira was quite hard to see was it not for his vibrant blue eyes and white hair. He stabbed his bo-staff into the ground and walked over to the stream of water while once again thinking back to something that the Aburame had said about it being possible to become one with water. Having done some research, Akira found that there was a jutsu close to what the Aburame said and he had bought the scroll with some of his last money. “Hiding in Water” He said to himself while recalling the contents of the scroll he had studied last night. Stepping into the water, he tried to mold his foot with the liquid by changing the chakra inside his body to match the physiology of water. For a moment it looked like it worked as he couldn’t see his foot anymore but it came back into vision as soon as it had left, and pulling his boot out it was now completely soaked. But after being drenched so many times because of training water Jutsu the youth had become quite impervious to the common cold and made ready to try again, although he would rather find someone to arrive and train with. After all, two made better than one.





The fifteen year old boy sits there, on the moist grass near the village river. He glides his finger tips with and against the water’s current, gazing into the reflection he wishes he could see. With his other hand, against the floor and in a fist, he holds grass and dirt that he steadily mashes between his fingers. He decides his meditation for the day is over and makes his way toward the village center. Vusaki stands tall and thin for his age, dressing in his usual shinobi attire: black flak jacket and pants with a black mask covering the lower half of his pale face. As he clicks his mouth he couldn’t help, but sense a lonely body in a secluded part of the village just a wall away from him. From the slight breeze and lack of sun hitting his skin, Vusaki could tell it was night time, but how late? He curiously and confidently enters the training field slowly, with his hands in his pockets. He then pulls from his pocket a rock and tosses it near the body of chakra that he is trying to make out. An overbearing thump rattles Vusaki’s ear drums as the rock hits the grass. This sends waves of sound that depict a clearer sense of the scene for the young boy. He very quickly analyzes his surroundings as he moves headband over his eyes. “I don’t mean to interrupt your training, but I’m in need of some friendly competition,” Vusaki announces in a monotone and overly controlled tone of voice.



“Hmm, it seems I’m lucky today.”. Akira spoke without turning around and practiced his jutsu once more, but he didn’t get much further. Closing his eyes, he tried picturing the water in his mind before stepping in again, which worked, to a certain extent, as he lost half his leg in the water and fell over. Grasping for his leg he was glad it was still there and sighed a breath of relief before swimming to the side where the other Genin stood, climbing out of the water. “All right then, let’s get this started.” The white-haired boy started walking opposite of where the monotone-sounding Genin stood. When there was a distance of 20 feet between them, Akira stopped, and turned around, while cupping his hands together. As he did this, water filled his cupped hands. “Water Weapon Technique.” Then, the most peculiar thing happened, as the water took shape as a short-bow that acted as a solid. The weapon was held in Akira’s left hand while an arrow formed in his right, the tip looking sharp like that of a real arrow, and it was. The concussive force of water, driven into a tip, was a very strong tool indeed but from the way this other Genin looked to handicap himself through pulling a headband over he is, Akira assumed him to be skilled. “Let’s begin” Without further notice Akira shot off an arrow that travelled fast through the air and aimed to hit the opponents chest area. The Genin dashed off to the right and shot another Arrow aimed at the opponent’s right side, all the while watching and listening how the other would react and respond. “My name’s Akira.” Spoke the youth, mid-movement, as his messy white hair blew to the left from the opposing draft generated by Akira’s run.





Vusaki couldn’t help but notice the pitch of the young one’s voice. He figured they were around the same age, which made him feel more at easy about the upcoming battle. As his opponent swims to land Vusaki mentally prepares for his battle, even further noting that his opponent may be a water user. Vusaki waits for his opponent to attack; with no fighting stance of any kind he dashes in the air and to his left barely avoiding two arrows his attacker launched at him. He lands on his side, but quickly recovers sprinting away from his opponent, now with a kunai wielded in each hand. “I’ve been called many things, Akira,” Vusaki yells from underneath his covered face. Vusaki proceeds to rapidly click his mouth, using it as a guide for his carefully thrown kunai attacks directed toward Akiras neck and abdomen. “Call me Vusaki.” The young shinobi felt good about his accuracy and hoped that his opponent would be confused about his unorthodox method of attack. While still running away, Vusaki weaves hand seals in hope of catching his opponent off guard after his Kunai attacks.



“Many things?” It seemed odd to Akira, how Vusaki had spoken, for it sounded like an adult rather than someone who was only one or two years older. As the other began sprinting away, Akira merely stood still, and drew another arrow which was drawn back further than the previous ones. Currently, the clicking shinobi would be in a ‘visual’ advantage, weird as that may sound, due to is being dark outside still. Akira barely even saw the two Kunai shooting his way but heard them move through the wind in time to sidestep them. –Not bad.- He looked down to see a thin line cut through his shirt, blood coming up from underneath, as one of the kunai had sliced past and left a superficial wound. –Those clicks… why does he make them.- Looking back up to the opponent, Akira stopped maintaining the water weapon technique and instead covered the soles of his feet in chakra while dashing up the side of a tree, jumping onto a branch, which he then ran across before leaping off in an agile vault that led him to land in the center of the 2yard wide stream that ran through the training area. He then made the tiger handseal and spoke out “Water Clone Technique” at which 2 identical copies of him arose from the water. Each clone held 1/10th of Akira’s chakra but was otherwise impossible to separate from the Original. Thus Vusaki would now hear two pairs of feet moving towards him while the real Akira kept his position on the stream. The two clones would continue to chase Vusaki and each performed the water weapon jutsu to create several Shuriken, throwing a total of six after Vusaki; each of the water-made shuriken compact and sharp enough to cut through flesh, aimed at the back of Vusaki’s legs.





Vusaki has almost completed his hand seals, but just before he activates the jutsu he hears two faint sets of foot steps quickly gaining on either side of him. More? No… Clones. Confused as to who they might be Vusaki activates his Gale Palm technique and quickly turns around to only to be faced with shuriken heading his way. Knowing that he had been caught slipping, the shinobi leaps into the air with his momentum still moving away from his opponents, and claps furiously. From his hands, a small shockwave is released between his two pursuers. Vusaki lands on his feet, but cringes as he takes a step to his side. Looking down he notices gashes around his ankles and one deeper wound inflicted to his right leg. Vusaki’s breathing is speeding up and he starts to sweat perfusly, but he quickly dismisses it, for he didn’t meditate all day for nothing. Without hesitation Vusaki dashes directly toward his original opponent in a staggered fashion in hope to avoid the two other enitities (if still in battle) that had thrown kunai at him earlier. When he reaches about thirty feet from his opponent he quickly unlatches a smoke grenade from underneath his jacket and lobs it at the floor in front of him, creating a mist that he hope would disable his enemy from detecting his exact approach.



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<p class="MsoNormal">The fierce blast of wind reduced the two clones into their original form of water, creating two puddles on the ground where the clones were knocked down. Meanwhile Akira was still standing firmly on the surface of flowing water. His breathing regulated to regain some of his spent energy while silently observing the adversary. Before long Vusaki approached Akira while staggering and a smoke bomb was employed. Suddenly observing was no longer possible. “Hmm.”. Taking three Kunai from the pouch around his upper right leg,  Akira wrapped explosive tags around the handles. –If I can’t see him, then he can’t see me. But his hearing will be a problem.- Thought the ingenious youth who threw one of the Kunai very high up in the air. –So I’ll have to strike two birds with well… several Kunai.- He then threw 2 more kunai towards the smoke-cloud,  one from the left hand and one from the right, a 6ft space between the horizontally aligned Kunai as they flew, both of which had a paper tag around it. These 2 Kunai could possibly hit the opponent but didn’t aim to however hearing them would be hard as Akira had clasped his hands together in the snake seal back when the 2 Kunai were just flying through the air towards the smokescreen, detonating the paper tag that was high in the sky. Now this explosion was too far away from harming anyone but the loud shockwave it produced would still ring loudly over the training area, masking the sounds of where the 2 Kunai had hit in the smokescreen. At least up until Akira formed the snake seal once more and detonated these two Kunai to 1, dissipate the smokescreen due to the blasts, and 2, aim to catch the opponent anywhere within their small explosive radius.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Vusaki begins to weave hand seals while in the safety of his smoke screen. An explosion from above causes him to cancel his jutsu and dive into the shallow river, assuming that somekind of jutsu or debris can harm him. He swims quickly with the light current confused as to how many entities were still engaged in battle and what causes the explosions. Vusaki swims underwater using the explosions to his advantage and moments later he hears another explosion which seemed to have two focal points. He then gets to a point far enough away from the commotion to continue his jutsu. Timed properly to just when the explosions have died down to where he could vaguely detect his opponent, Vusaki activates Great Breakthrough jutsu and emerges about ten feet above the water with his hands over his mouth, launching a stream of concentrated wind toward Akira. “Gotcha.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">Unlike the opponent, Akira was perfectly capable of seeing and began weaving his hand-seals as soon as Vusaki ran out of the smoke, obviously alarmed by the explosion, or possibly scared. Again, two explosions rang out through the silent area, and a little after Vusaki reached the stream. The White haired youth then turned to the right where Vusaki jumped into the water a few yards away and finished his jutsu while saying. “Water Bullet Technique.”  However, rather than simply kneading chakra in his own stomach, Akira also planned to use the natural water already around him to create a larger-than-normal torrent of water. But as he filled his cheeks, and was about to launch the surge of water, he was alarmed by Vusaki who jumped out of the stream and targeted Akira with a concentrated fierce wind that blew his white hair back before it was even halfway on its path. However, Akira reacted with his hands still in the Rat Handseal and released the pre-prepared torrent of rushing water from his mouth that roared forth with severe concussive force. As it flew forth, Akira manipulate the water around his feet to join the torrent into reaching a 7 yards width on its way to collide with Vusaki’s great breakthrough. However, partially due to his Ninjutsu being a little stronger, and using the natural water around him to strengthen his Jutsu, Akiras water jutsu tore straight through the dense winds. Water and wind shot out in all directions like a small tornado before the torrent brutally aimed to slam into Vusaki who was caught out in mid-air. Upon contact the torrent delivered a great deal of physical concussive damage due to the sudden force behind it, capable of damaging Vusaki both internally and externally, while launching Vusaki up higher in the air; leaving him to fall quite the distance. Now if Akira saw his adversary falling down unconscious he’d use another water bullet, which was way weaker, to catch Vusaki in mid-air and soften the peer’s fall. “Are you ok?”

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<p class="MsoNormal">Alarmed at the sudden change in the water, Vusaki tried manipulating his body in the air, but it was too late. Akira’s Water Bullet jutsu tore straight through his with the assistance of the streams water. With no control of his body, Vusaki was sent into the air after taking a direct hit from his opponents jutsu. The pain rattled the shinobi’s bones, leaving him a soaked mess from the inside and out. Although he isn’t left unconscious Vusaki free falls struggling to control his body in the air. After hearing Akira’s concerned question, Vusaki felt a bit of pride leave him. He claps his hands together, regaining his center of balance, then landing hard on the grass. The fifteen year old breaths uncontrollably trying to stay calm, but the effects of the water jutsu along side his anxiety disorder leave him unable to function. Thoughts of his past start to creep into his mind and his sense of being becomes faded. “I need water!” Vusaki gasps while now shaking uncontrollably.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Rushing over to his peer, Akira took a bottle of water from his Shinobi pouch and handed it over to Vusaki. Seeing that the blinded Genin was a little hurt in pride Akira didn’t want to help but knew that he had to right now. He knelt down beside Vusaki, opened the bottle, and brought it to Vusaki’s lips. After Vusaki took hold of the bottle Akira would remove his hand and lean back to fall on his read. “I’m quite amazed by how you can fight so well blinded, and almost successfully managed to attack me out of the water, my element. Are you truly blind or is this a form of training? And the clicking, can you teach someone else that?” Akira didn’t speak much normally but this older Genin wasn’t as childish as the others and quite stern, and serious, like Akira was, causing for a certain kinship.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Vusaki quickly takes the water and fully downs the pouch in seconds. He sits on one knee for a while controlling his breathing and regaining touch of his normal state of being. Vusaki slowly looks up at Akira, removing his headband to reveal is purely whitened eyes. On either side were solid scar markings showing that they were indeed slashed. Vusaki moves over to Akira in a struggle and places his hand softly against Akira’s forehead. Almost instantly, Akiras mental state was altered and visions of Vusaki’s younger years were shown to him in vivid color, as though he were living it himself. The deeply depressed emotions naturally overcame him in the form of various memories that seemed to overlap and coexist all in one realm. A familiar voice calls to Akira as everything goes blank, “This is me. Vusaki Yamanaka… You were a great opponent and I have learned much from you…………. This is how I connect to people. Only in my own world are we equals,.. Where you understand who I am.” Akira understood it all, being given all of Vusaki’s memories and emotions and being in the same state of being. Suddenly, Psychedelic visions alongside various memories and feelings overcome Akira, accompanied by a ringing sound that only seems to get louder and more high pitched. Confusion, relaxation, enlightenment, happiness, depression. It’s all flying by him faster than light. Just when everything reaches its peak is when Akira finds himself back in his own body, with a fellow shinobi in front of him. Vusaki stands up and very slowly drags himself away while holding his gut. “Next time, I’ll be ready for you… Akira.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“This is me.” The voice echoed throughout Akira’s mind that now found itself inhabiting a forlorn world of subconscious emotions and memories. A magnificent, yet terrifying, orchestra of all the things that made Vusaki, Vusaki. Closing his eyes, the experience only got more intense as he swapped through various emotions like he was hyperbipolar, experiencing odd combinations such as depression and happiness at the same time. The entire chain of emotions was too much for Akira to comprehend mentally, but in his heart, in his heart he could feel and understand what Vusaki felt. Just when everything was close to driving Akira over the limit and into a chaotic spiral, the harrowing pitch silenced and Akira experienced a certain sense of peace, before being warped back into his own body. –I never knew the Yamanaka could perform such miraculous feats… or was this the soul of Vusaki… was simply miraculous of its own?-  With additional respect for the other, Akira nodded his head in a short bow and got up as well before turning back to the stream. He placed his hand against the surface of water and felt it become one with the water before he pulled it back out slowly, some liquid lingering on his skin, as he finally understood the essence of the Hiding in Water technique. “I must become one with you.” He said to the glistening blue before getting up and heading home.