Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-28124523-20161118053156

 ·         It was 9 am in the morning and O was located within his room at the Fuma house lying within his bed while he stared up at the ceiling with a blank expression. For once the boy was calm and silent mainly because he had just woken up, but at the same time he at least would’ve removed himself from the bed by now ye today seemed to hold a different story for the young lad. He yawned a bit and blinked once as he tossed his sheets from off of his body and sat on up swinging his legs out of the bed and letting his feet touch the floor with a groan.



He held a hard stare at the floor while the thought of the chuunin exam began to race through his mind, really lately that was all that ever ran through his mind at this point as he was starting to become obsessed and nervous with it. There wasn’t many times O had been brought to this level of nervousness before, the last being when he acquired Nali as his girlfriend but this wasn’t a joy nervous he was feeling it was fear. Sighing he rose up onto his feet and began to lazily walk into his bathroom without a care in the world other than the exams. Grasping his tooth brush and tooth paste O turned on the faucet letting the water run while preparing the brush and dousing it in a bit of the liquid also before he began to brush his teeth. Spitting the remains out and gargling with some water and mouthwash when done the boy placed both his hands onto the sink as he stared at himself in the mirror with a very serious expression. His grasp upon the sink grew harder and harder as he thought within his mind “I’m not nearly strong enough yet….. Dammit…” and slam his fist hard against the sink. Sighing for a moment he took a deep breath using his right hand to rub his forehead, then made his way on out of the bathroom back to his room and began getting dressed.



 ·         Being completely dressed at this point O stood there momentarily as his thoughts once again traveled throughout his mind and the negativity of him not being strong enough really ate at him. “ Ohh well…. I guess I’ma just have to work my ass off even harder than I did last time… I will not fall behind and I will not be second best…. It’s first or nothin….” O thought within his mind clenching his right hand into a first and having a determined smirk upon his lips. Quickly the boy darted off on outside and with speed he ran through the village headed towards his old house.



Dashing through the village was always fun for O as he had always been one to enjoy the feel of the wind blowing against his face while every now and then jumping from rooftop to roof top when he could find his way on up a building. He had a smile upon his face while consistently timing his jumps with pure speed making his way closer and closer towards his intended destination. “ Ahh here we are…..” O would say out loud to himself as he plopped down onto the ground in front of his house looking left and right to make sure no one was sneakily following him and then entered on inside.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The smell of death lingered in there as always while he called out “Hey Dad and  Hey Nali!” in a very happy tone closing and locking the front door behind him and continuing his walk deeper inside the place. Turning right the boy made his way up the stairs and went into his father’s bedroom as usually only to pull out that book and open it looking for a specific page. Looking at the page O smiled as the title said “Dance of the Larch” and he knew this was about to get good for he had been waiting a while to be able to become strong enough to learn this technique.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;mso-add-space:auto;line-height:normal;background:white"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#454545">Finishing the entire section on Dance of the Larch, O smiled as he now had the information retained with his mind and closed the book. Inhaling and exhaling slowly O closed his eyes as he began to visualize the idea of where the bones needed to come out. “I’ll start with my right arm…..” he thought to himself while his mind now locked into gear preparing itself and trying to identify the bones in which he needed to affect and how. Silently he began to be able to feel the bones within his right arm beginning to shift and twist. His face frowned a bit while he continued on with this method as it seemed that just pulling off the arm was hard enough as is, he couldn’t imagine doing the whole body.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt;mso-add-space:auto;line-height:normal;background:white"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:#454545">Opening his eyes O looked down at his arm and wen’t wide eyed while he examined just how these bones were sticking out simply surprised and impressed him. It was one thing to read and see a picture of the technique, but when you saw it in person it explained so much more without even needing a single word. O could tell just by how these bones were sticking out from his arm that they revealed a perfect defensive covering and left tons of vivid images about how counters and assaults would end up. “Holy shit… Bad ass..” is literally all O could manage to get out while staring in amazement, but he knew this wasn’t even the complete arm process for there was more.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1"> ·<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:normal;font-size:7pt;line-height:normal;font-family:"TimesNewRoman";">         <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">More and more bones began emerging out of the left arm of O mimicking the same pattern his right arm did without missing a single detail. “Gotcha…” O would say to himself in an excited voice. Reaching for the book while being careful not to shred it with the bones, he looked through the pages going back to the technique and studied the picture again seeing the other areas he needed to do. Nodding his head in acceptance O was able to easily make both his legs have bones come out of his knees and the sides of both legs without even struggling. Thanks to the Dance of the Willow this wasn’t hard at all but the next area was going to be more of a challenge. Looking down at his stomach all O could do was breath steadily before looking back on up a closing his eyes.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">Keeping engaged in his focus O began feeling out for where his ribs were for the first time ever. Apparently he had done it back when he had killed his father but now things were different and he wasn’t in Ousatsu mode anymore. Feeling where his ribs were these weird bulges began to protrude against the male’s skin yet nothing had broken through the skin yet. Focusing intensely O frowned pushing harder until finally out came his ribcage showing these extremely large and sharp spikes with a total of 6 bones coming out on the left side and 6 on the right.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1"> ·<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:normal;font-size:7pt;line-height:normal;font-family:"TimesNewRoman";">         <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">Peeking out O’s eyes spotted that the ribcage was now out and seemed to be extremely sharp and useful in many ways he could think of. Nodding his head in acceptance the boy smirked as his eyes closed once more and his mind went off back into focus mode immediately. Channeling on O was having his mind search through the images in his head to remember what section of the body was up next. “ Ahh yes..” he would say as his attention then came falling onto his shoulder blades which once again would prove not to be a challenge.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">With ease the bones from his shoulder blades came rushing from out of the boys back which was then followed by a second pair coming out the fronts of his shoulders pointing out at an angle so they would stab him. “Haha booya” O thought within his head while he went on ahead to analyze each of them making sure everything looked as it needed to be and nothing was out of place or anything. Seeing that everything was in the exact place they needed to be O knew there was no time to get lost in amazement and instead continued on with his training at hand knowing he was growing close to being finished. <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1"> ·<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:normal;font-size:7pt;line-height:normal;font-family:"TimesNewRoman";">         <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">Now here’s when things got complicated, O needed to somehow have three sets of rows of bones come protruding out of his back and frankly he had no idea how he was going to pull this one off but continued to search through his body to look for a defined answer. Feeling a bone within his body he located Manubrium areas of his body and began to smirk evilly knowing just where to make them come from now at this point. “Fuck to the yes…” is all the boy could thinking within his mind while he prepared himself noticing the areas of the image within his head he had of how they were supposed to go and at what angle and directions.

<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">Silent O stayed as per usual while he honed in on this new location of his body he had discovered getting a full feel of just exactly where it was and where to make the bones sprout from. “Now…” he would say within his mind as he trigger these bones to come sliding on out of his back which gave a weird tingly feeling since this was his first time doing such a thing in that area now. <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1"> ·<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:normal;font-size:7pt;line-height:normal;font-family:"TimesNewRoman";">         <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">With sweat trickling down his face even more than before now O was feeling pretty fatigued from doing this for his first time, yet still it wasn’t over there was still one section to go. At the moment his arms, elbows, legs, torso, front shoulders, and upper back all had bones sticking out at different angles while staying extremely sharp making this boy look like a bone beast. The new bones that were pointing out had two coming out on the center right side and two on the center left side protruding out viciously as they were almost perfectly straight while tilted upwards at these precise diagonal angles. Just by determining how these were placed O nodded his head in acceptance as he came to understand that just with the idea of how they were sitting in mind, he knew these were some vicious looking ass spikes that weren’t to be messed with.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">Feeling the back of his pelvic girdle O’s senses immediately locked in onto the spot channeling in on its positioning and how the bones were supposed to come out. “Last ones baby last ones…” is all the boy could think within his mind. Swiftly two bones came darting out and down and because he was sitting, they easily pieced through the floor at their diagonal angles causing loud snaps and cracks to occur within the house that echoed a bit.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0level1lfo1; tab-stops:58.5pt"> ·<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-weight:normal;font-stretch:normal;font-size:7pt;line-height:normal;font-family:"TimesNewRoman";">         <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; color:#222222;background:white">Having no celebration for once, nor any type of wild movement O simply opened his eyes hearing the cracks of the board while sitting their relaxing while covered in sweat. He had finally made all the sections he needed bones to come out of be revealed and this made the child extremely happy yet there was no celebration? Standing up onto his feet O made each and every single bone sink back inside of his body as if nothing had happened and then put the book away back inside the dresser. After doing so, he calmly exited the room heading on downstairs and went out of the house closing the door behind him without a second thought even traveling through his mind as he used his right arm to wipe the sweat off of his forehead.

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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"><span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";color:#222222;background:white">Seeing as though he was done for the day O took off in his blur of speed sprinting through the man streets of Konoha as it was now night while he thought within his head “ Damn… I really lost track of the time huh?...” and continued on with his extremely fast dash. Not taking log at all he arrived in front of the golden doors to the Fuma house and just stood there still and quiet not making a move. Immediately he made all the bones all over his body pop out together revealing the larch with ease while he spoke out to himelf “ Chunnin exams here I mothafuckin come…” having nothing else to say in the end as he entered on in the house. <span style="font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">

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