Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30575150-20161207035918/@comment-30575150-20161207075120

He furrowed his brow as he began to contemplate how to better weave his chakra in the craft of cloning. As he thought to himself he then heard Shinra make his offer of allowing him to use his golem as a testing buddy for his clones and so with a heavy heart he once more began his route of a shinobi no longer brooding as it is against his nindo. “My way or the high way…” He mumbled this mantra to boost his own spirits. He planned to make the most of this new experience that Shinra brought to the table.

“Okay! It’s time now to prove my worth as a Shinobi!” Naraku roared like a lion as he took stance his fingers crafting the tiger handseal as he began to focus on molding his chakra. He could imagine but not solidify his desire and so that must change. At first the clones were limp deformities of water but as he focused a single puddle began to reshape itself from a tumor into a reflection of him and so molding all of his chakra into it he created a clone with the likeness of he but as soon as it struck the Golem with a mighty dynamic kick it returned to a puddle that now stained the golem with its wetness.

“Okay, I’ve got this.” He began to say as he remembered the sensation, projecting himself will bring the water forward but molding and finding the perfect amount of chakra could only be done by studying his own flow and the flow of the ever changing world around him. So as the world became acknowledged and the chakra ready Naraku once more created a water clone though soon after it would fall back into the water. While he has mastered the entry to the jutsu he still is lacking the control needed to perfect this seasoned technique. Yet despite all other odds Naraku remained steadfast and adamant as he resumed form and began to conjure the clones and though they are clones they still retain the transparency of water making the techniques delicacy all the more noticeable.

Naraku strode from the dirt back to the logs from earlier, he would sit atop one and strike a meditative stance with legs crossed as he sat. “I will do this.” He took a deep breath in and began to focus his chakra with intent on pulling no stops as he forced his mind to the brink and summoned a single clone that had solid form but as it went to strike the golem it fell to liquid pieces kissing the dirt before it could ever fulfill its purpose “Gah! Why is this so difficult?!” Naraku grounded his knuckles into his temple as he became more frustrated by his lack of apparent talent. He thought to himself “I want to be Hokage! I can’t fail here!” The lit candle of his resolve has yet to be snuffed and so he would look to Shinra once more “I’m just having some technical difficulties here, don’t get disenchanted with lil ole me.” He spoke impishly with playfulness masking his frustration.

He closed his eyes. He imagined the world around him, and the world within him. He couldn’t mold his own chakra if he was always in turmoil, to fasten his essence onto another thing. He took in a deep breath his chest heaving as his lungs filled and as he exhaled six puddles would swirl like a vortex at their center as he took them in and molded them with his chakra to be likeliness to him. From six came one and in one came stable form. This clone now struck the Golem doing a number of jabbing combos upon its thick torso releasing a torrent of strikes without a shred of mercy. Naraku peaked an eye open in excitement watching as his clone did not lose form.

