Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30294490-20161203195343/@comment-30575150-20161207035134

Naraku began to push forward with his picturing of himself, sitting down on the floor a couple dozen feet away from Mushiki as he took a meditative stance and began to focus on the world around him taking in deep breaths as he slowly entered a blank state of mind. “Come on…” He muttered to himself as he performed the handseal  though due to his cockiness his chakra was out of balance causing once more for a haze clone to appear. He needed to rid himself of comfortability and enter the rawness of new territory. He immersed himself in the world, feeling the breath of wind licking at him and the  ground beneath him remain unyielding.

“I can do this…” He muttered as the haze clone dispersed and he began to focus his chakra not where he is comfortable but where he is not. So as he cycled his chakra he focused his mind not where he finds comfort but where he feels nothing taking the building blocks of intelligence and creating a new territory in his heart, one where he will succeed. It is all in his head and needs to find space for the new before introducing it.

“Water clone jutsu!” He roared a mighty roar as he focused the frontier of his mind towards creating this new territory and once more liquid seemed to regurgitate from the ground and take on the pseudo form of him before collapsing. “Hmm…” Naraku watched as Mushiki danced with her blade displaying such unyielding focus and resolve and this did nothing but inspire the young shinobi to do his best.

“I can do this.” Naraku smacked himself across the face to regain focus. “Lose yourself in the detail, discover the unknown…” He chanted this as his chakra began to cycle inside of him. Focusing his chakra into the hand seals he began to imagine himself as a mighty river of a chakra and let streams begin to pool and fracture from him. These divergent pools of chakra would take the form of six puddles that began to form only to collapse, he didn’t stop. He found his chest heaving as he recycled the motion of creating six puddles and letting them collapse into stains. He took notice of their burden on him and slowly tried to endure the chakra needed to summon these specters and create legitimate clones.

