Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170630230722/@comment-28929139-20170702221757



Even with it being below freezing, Kideme’s skin was slick with hot sweat. The curse mark had come back full force and the pain it brought back was unspeakable. And though she saw all that transpired, from the girl getting cooked, another being choked out, and the Iwagakure Genin coming in the blink of an eyes, taking what they want, and leaving, Kideme was silent. Her body was on full battle mode.



However, as much as it pained her to do, she began jumping up and down and did so several times to get her heart rate up and her heart pumping. She then stopped suddenly and began to breathe extremely slow and loudly. One redeeming virtue about being out in all this snow was that the air was purer and the oxygen content levels were higher. So Kideme immediately sucked in as much air as she could physically absorb, held it and then and exhaled with a breathy sigh until her lungs and belly were completely emptied. She did this several times as well and utilized the time she was utterfly being ignored to do this.



What did all this mean? The diaphragmatic breathing coupled with the purer thinner air meant that oxygen was carried in higher amounts to her brain at a faster rate. That in turn meant that her brain was able to produce and carry out  faster signals. Signals of what you might ask? Jumping was a proven method of triggering the process for increasing one’s bone density and therefore strengthening it. Of course, that was a long term endeavor that took effect gradually, but! The effect that was happening instantly now was the transmission that her bones, the very core at which her kekkei genkai was spawned, needed help. And with her brain receiving a bit of a boost that was in full tandem with her bloodline gift? More electricity was being produced, faster, stronger and overall better.



So to the boys, and Zaiko, Kideme was just a tired teenage girl nearly about to drop from leaning against the tree, but inside, there was so much more to be seen. Her cranium ached from both the mental and physical assertion of her cast iron will exerting unsaid commands for her body to fight fight fight! Nearly every inch of fat was being vaporized into energy that fueled electricity to battle hard against this foreign, malevolent chakra. She could thank her lucky stars too that she had a couple things stacked in her favor.



The first was that her body was no stranger to the curse mark’s fatal whims and Kideme’s electric memory and usage had only grown over time. She had been able to push this visualized force beyond her neck and smolder through her body from the chest down. Her nociceptors flared feverishly which continued to expend more electricity and muscle this cursed entity. The second asset in this case was the fact that she had no external stimuli to hinder neither her mind nor her body from focusing on anything else. She wasn’t yet harmed and the boys were seemingly on their way out of the picture….for now. And lastly was the fact that she was an early bloomer. Because the effects of puberty were still in full blossom with Kideme’s body, it meant that her system produced and stored higher amounts of fats. Meaning she had an extended threshhold of fighting fuels to conduct more electricity. Added to her unending song and dance of pain though, she could feel the aching scorch of the fat being melted in her hips, thighs, breasts, gluteals and anywhere that contained lipid tissue. Why, she could even feel the minute amounts of fat and gristle being eaten off her fingers! But as she felt the evil force being coercively dragged down toward her belly, it seemed worth all the painful effort.



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Trouble was on the verge of brewing though and Kideme only had one last ditch idea. “Zaiko….” Her voice cracked and Kideme was writhing and twitching with even the slightest movement. Her shaking hand reached for her bug jar, which cracked in her frantic grip but she was able to hand him a small black spider before she collapsed onto her side in the snow. Because of the sheer amount of heat that was exuding from her person, the snow around her melted instantly.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Standing up expended calories that could have been more valuable energy fueled to fighting this, and as such, Kideme stayed down to conserve every last inch of her reserves. She wasn’t just fighting for her body, her mind, or sanity, but for her everything! She refused to submit to anything but her own foolish whims!

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Her eyes were closed and her lips were turning bluish purple, but inside she was very much conscious. The world of snow and ninja disappeared and Kideme was surrounded in blackness, but psychologically speaking, she was throwing out lightning strikes and thunder rods at this unseen malice and power. SHE WOULD YIELD!

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">To Zaiko, Kideme seemed like she was gone, but if he looked down, he could see that her fists were slowly opening and then balling back up.