The islands in Ocean Country have been celebrating the arrival of the next Umikage, Saizo. The long bridge leading to SHIPPUUGAKURE NO SATO has been closed for outsiders because they wish to celebrate this moment with Ocean Country natives only.
As usual, the Storm Country has been hosting the Asgard Games to welcome their Kanetsukage, Cornelia. It's a double special occasion because Cornelia is also the first female Kanetsukage. She has been picked for her courage, loyalty and outstanding power by the BOUFUUGAKURE NO SATO elders.
Not only that, but the Cherry Blossom Country has become relieved as well. It seems that everyone is slowly picking up after the war now. KUSAMURAGAKURE NO SATO proudly presented their new Sakurakage, Altair.
TSUKIGAKURE NO SATO is still thriving on the merchants coming in and out. They have not experienced anything special lately. Their wealth has remained the same as they were not forced to invest into shinobi unlike the others.
On the cold isles of the Blizzard Country, HYOUGAGAKURE NO SATO has still refused to create a free traveling policy. Some habits never change. To protect their traditions, they have even warned outsiders to not interfere with their matters.
Now that everyone is picking up again, who will come out on top?
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Affiliation: Village Hidden in the Jungle Rank: Staff Decide Element: Fire, Water, Lightning Specialization: Ninjutsu and Taijutsu Appearance: Jojo has a thin smooth face with soft skin. The skin is elegantly smooth and not completely stretched out with the age that Jojo has. In all perspective, her skin is actually smoother than what her actual age lets on. The single pink colored scar that runs down the edge of her temple and down towards her neck revolves around a story. Jojo's cheeks are average in muscle tone and confined skin. Following the cheeks and the scar will both display the way her cheeks can blush at different times. When blushing, the cheeks will revolve to show lightened shades of red and darkened shades of pink. Making her cheeks reveal more to a story than she would like. The cheeks would normally be a flushed expression color that does not show very often in a normal person, then again, Jojo has never been a normal person.
The kunoichi's lips are plush with the girl's light shade of pink. The smile of demonic care naturally dedicates to secrecy. Demonic care for punishment can arise even when one is smiling and as such, this is an instance where she always smiles like that. Yet when not smiling and in the office her bored expression is just the strait line that does not curve up nor down at all. When frowning this shows as a disappointed look from one of such charismatic fortitude. Jojo's eyes are keen with golden tints. However, her pupils are oddly large for dilation as far as the science is concerned. A darkening of the pupil's colors can be equally frightening when seen as the anger fills in her face. Jojo's eyes are always gleaming around and searching for something to lay eyeful prey to. Her eyes are only the beginning, though when she decides to actually sleep in the night and go out in the day because you can barely see her pupils at all.
Jojo's hair is green and straightened out to a nice glistening form. Her hair goes straight down to her shoulders detailing that it is indeed long. Her hair once was cut and no other time after. In addition, plenty of minor trims here and there. Her green hair is unnatural on many occasions by color alone. Her figure is very feminine after the twelfth birthday crisis, refer to history, for it is now in admiration to most boy fantasies. Her breasts are over average with the bulbous size of D-cup. Her thin gut line comes from her small weight and tall height. She has long shaved legs that remain that way due to the painful waxing. Her skin tone is naturally tanned white to which you would see of the Native American skin tone. The skin complexion in general is equal to that of a mother's. Through this, her figure is seen as a beauty that cannot be taken or had.
Jojo has a few scars here and there and those include the tattoo marking across her back as well. She has a crimson dragon tattoo on her back facing upwards. The dragon covers most of her back with its wings and tail. The dragon made from blood ink that has long past dried over. There is another tattoo on her body and it resides on her forehead. The tattoo glows when: the Kaguya blood inside her is rousing and ready to pounce due to the dark intentions inside, causing her chakra to flare up to hostile levels, and her emotions ride the darkest of tides. The tattoo is primarily red to begin with, in the shape of a "V" have a couple curving arcs in the center of each up turned line. ((She wears her headband around her neck much like how Hinata does in the anime.))
Personality: Following a twelve point code of conduct she normally can only see the result and the distance between can only be used by certain paths. The code deals with obedience and trust but also the bravery and friendly help she can give to people. She is a vineyard of not just livelihood but the release of knowledge and power as well. Personally, she sees conflict as not a problem but a good criticism theory that dockets ones opinion into the massive pool of civilization. She however feels strongly about many things as such to the degree of knocking herself out time and time so she does not attempt murdering the agitation. One is the freeloader. This kind of person whom uses up resources and gives nothing back deserves nothing but due to her duties, she is more often than not forced to reconcile with this. Second are the petty crimes that humans do to each just to make mincemeat for their next meal. She has changed many times but yes, she does have some small fluke about her that cannot be fixed until of late in years and experience. Some of Jojo's worst topics of discussion insist on destroying those not equipped with something they may use to defend themselves. War is never her favorite option as she despises such measures, as she would merely fight to end it as soon as possible. She likes to cave, swim, hike, and kiss. That would be the oddest bit of her is that she will kiss the most random people that could be seen. Even though she swears, she is strait and only like’s people she will kiss girls at random.
She has only one persona that cannot do much with aside from defend. She is the absolute defense in this. She lives to protect her fellow shinobi's lives but not to follow its standards of living most often. She is often seen as a heretic or pessimistic and at times a masochist. She is many things while living the life to protect those she cannot stand to see harmed. Jojo does not appreciate harsh amounts of tone and anger with people being short to her. Short as in angry, questioning, etc. She is flawed in the aspect that she has personally hated her family and due to this has made them pay the final price. This still haunts her in her nightmares so another thing she does not like is nightmares either. One thing she will never get to accept is persons whom kill without question or motive.
She has trained more than her physical self has these past few years. Her training exceeded even the highest of expectations of her own self. She has learned much and that shows her dedication to her life's goal. Her life goal being the protectionist of Kanoha. To become an "angel of the night" in a sense. With this dream, she can protect anyone within her site and that is what leads her on. Now with that aside, Jojo has plotted her life's course to be what can be equivalent to a legacy. To live the legacy of those who died. Carrying more burdens upon her shoulders as they are resembled by the jade necklace around her neck. This would help her to the best of abilities within her dreams and goals. Manipulating her to the fullest extent.
Likes: Surprise? It is one of the many things she likes to happen, though she does not appreciate being the target to it she likes being the one to advocate it. Another surprise, not really it is just that she loves the thought of dying with ice. She would die with ice if her decision was such but she also sees the beauty behind the frozen water. A graveyard for they hold ancestral history and other enjoyable histories that she loves to know she remembers. Practice; as in, loving the one thing she knows is her most futile weak point. She knows her attempt at face-to-face battles is an immediate danger until she trains effectively.
Dislikes: Mosquitoes come on, they are blood-sucking bugs that remind her of vampires, Why would she not hate them? Spiders: Another kind of blood sucking pest. Same reason why she hates mosquitoes she hates all bloodsuckers. Unlike her others dislikes she hates it when people talk so big then go and get hurt because they think they are totally impossible to be harmed.
Motivation: To make a difference is the calling that has taken over her own ambitious soul. This is because no life is worth living unless one has made a difference. To resurrect her clan to its proper height could very well be another option to add yet as scattered, as their clan is, it would be fairly impossible to judge as it were the options at hand with the entirety of the motivational field. Jojo may well become an example to many on her quest to heal the world as well by taking part in such a venture as it were.
Fears: That her own life may end up hopeless and meaningless life. This is due to one of her family killing themselves when they had a whole life ahead of themselves. The decision to kill one's self is one she discourages most while also being one that she could fully consume and in doing so, she wishes to be a part of something far greater than this one thing. Now along with this fear is the fear of becoming a merciless demon that kills for nothing more than to get a laugh. This has haunted her nights terribly so and for as long as she could remember it has been this way.
Kaguya
Bloodline Name: Kaguya Clan
Bloodline Ability: Shikotsumyaku (Literally meaning "Dead Bone Pulse) is the kekkei genkei of the Kaguya clan, which gave them the ability to manipulate their own skeletal structure (their osteoblasts and osteoclasts). By infusing these, as well as their calcium, with chakra, they could manipulate the growth and properties of their bones to their liking. The ability seems to be rare amongst the clan members. This ability gives the user a unique skeletal structure, as when Jojo was fatally ill, the village experts themselves claimed there had been too little information on her body to give any medical treatment
The main capability of Shikotsumyaku is allowing the user to manipulate the speed of their bones' growth as well as the location of calcium deposits. This allows them to create weapons of bones that can either protrude from any part of the body, or pulled out and used like hand held weapons. They can even fire pieces of their bones as long-ranged projectiles. Any bone that they remove from the body immediately regenerates, as does the skin that is damaged when the bones are removed. At advanced levels, users can increase the density of the created bones, making them stronger than steel.
From what the only known users of this ability, the two younglings of days past, have shown, most of the techniques are named after flowers. Most of them are also Taijutsu-based sword dances, which are used for close combat and defense. However, as the two demonstrated, the bones can also grow quite a large volume, and likely grow from each other, as a form of a Ninjutsu, and that he can emerge from any of these bones.
Location: Village Hidden in the Jungle
Clan History: The Kaguya clan was an extinct clan, known to have been very barbaric. Select few possessed the kekkei genkei Shikotsumyaku; this ability was so powerful that even the war-loving Kaguya clan feared it. With a few exceptions of the Kaguya, the clan was killed off when attacking a major village in a failed attempt to show off their ferocity. The clan was very savage and had no tactics when going to battle, and refused to back down even when surrounded and completely outmatched, preferring to fight to the death for fun. The younglings left behind would for years live as the last member of the Kaguya clan, but eventually died of a terminal disease.
Years later, a cloaked man appeared in the Jungle. At first sight, he appeared as an outsider however, he remarkably knew his way around in this land. It was when he took of his cloak in the Temple that people recognized him, not his name, not who he was, but his ancestors. The two red dots on his forehead were sign of the Kaguya clan. The first reaction to his presence was fear. What would the offspring of the extinct Kaguya clan do? For all they knew was that the clan was extinct. Yet the man meant no harm to them and stated that he wished the rebuild the Kaguya again in safe and new environment. Not just for himself he said as he pointed at the other cloaked figure who took of her hat, but also for his wife and newborn son.
The jungle negotiated and accepted them and even granted them the Temple as a building for their clan only, which was soon later renamed to the Kaguya Temple. Some say that the Kage was being generous while others say that there is a hidden agenda in which the Kaguya have some role that they are not even aware of yet. Only time can tell us what happened. Is there anything in store for them? Who knows. It has been a while and that Kage has already passed away; yet another has gone since that, as well. Will the latest Kage know of this?
History: Jojo’s mother is that of the Zassou clan and survived the massacre that had destroyed her people by running away. Having little experience as a ninja and very little chakra flow allowed her not to be detected. The mother would travel swiftly and quickly away from her home as the whole clan was murdered save a few people. The mother would find herself in a new country and take up the life in the Kaguya Clan whom were fascinated by her chemical mixture. She had been able to find love there in the clan and once of age she married. After the term of pregnancy they all had their child named Jojo, a name pinned after a great warrier whom died fifteen years ago, whom would be raised delicately, or so they hoped, until a curse was placed inside of her. Upon the curse being placed inside her, for once the clan now had a member with their bloodline inside her blood. It was forever sealed upon the induction of the curse. The mother had brought with her different scrolls of her old home that would have otherwise had gone extinct. The mother of Jojo taught the history of their people from both the outside view and the inside view.
Jojo would have a fun life considering that there was a curse inside of her, ever since being born into the assortment of clans that she was. She had studied the jutsu of the Kaguya Clan immensely while being able to actually perform them. She had always been fascinated and for that reason, she had taken to learning the arts of water jutsu. Jojo had entered the academy at the age of five and from there she was always decidedly the awkward one whom got standard grades but also lots of retribution. She was always the one to be told she would not amount to anything.
Jojo would therefore do something about it. She would become somewhat an outcast who helped people anonymously. They never realized till graduation that she was the one to help them as she ended up the top of the class with considerable Taijutsu capabilities where as there were always others who were good at other jutsu. While as a Genin, she had only one team, which failed a mission horribly. Everything went wrong and that included the lives of her two partners. Even though the mission had a no death rate label, they were ambushed. Her two friends had died during the mission as they gave their lives for her. This moment has haunted her for years and from then on, she never did have a good night sleep.
She will have trained for the past six years on mostly the water arts, as she was skilled in them especially well, even as being one of the few Kaguya of the village. Upon the turn of her twelfth birthday, she realized that her body, like many of the Kaguya, grew faster and matured physically. This physical change caused her body to appear years ahead than what a normally twelve year old would look like. She would be one to discourage pampering on herself as she showed in her liking of the dirt and petals. She has tried several missions but failed all of them. In total she was horrible at missions so she now only trains with exceedingly rare talent and high morals.
She has met a boy named Enko whom has left a hefty mark on her. She continuously strives to learn from him while at the same time teaching him to come out of his box. She begins to understand the concepts behind Connectionism for now, and how it links with liking something one can never really like. A few months later, however she had a heavy concussion resulting in a memory loss of all of her past training and resulted in an exponential growth of a kind of Clan jutsu that the Kaguya kept secret from her. However, the concussion also resulted in the failure to remember Enko and who he was. After this, she continued to train like nothing was wrong, forgetting everything about Enko. Eventually she would join the ranks of the Shinobi as a sensor after learning a technique similar to the "Mind's Eye of the Kagura" from a traveler who had given her a scroll. Finally, the curse's rest inside her disappeared and unrest became the knowledgeable base. This is her story and it only gets worse from here.
Jojo is living a well-bent life, though the mysteries within such a life are returning slowly. Doing just a single mission, she had met a girl named Takara and became good friends with her although Jojo does not know that her boyfriend is also the same boy who had put Takara in the hospital. Alongside this, she has met and fell in love with Zero, leader of Jewnikami, and through him, she is now a member of Jewnikami. Jewnikami being a belief of an advanced connectionism to that of the past, to past individuals and history to where praising their deeds and who they are all brought back memories of fresh signification.
While being in the life of learning under a mentor, she also learns from someone else. The man she has fallen deeply in love with known as Zero or Zidane Cypher. She embarks under the training to become a new kind of ninja at the meanwhile of learning new jutsu under a ghost mentor, one whose old clone and demonic self reunites its life with the forces of the past and present to teach her jutsu and other things a demon once knew. This is the power she is messing with and the power to which she will continue to control while embarking on this journey.
Through fate turning to worst, she had fallen ill, losing her memories of such happiness once more, all things she learned and all desperations of the past. What she was left with was only the agony of what remained, the torment of the natural disasters that had kept her up at night and kept her thinking, remembering and missing the facts that she was a warrior. She was a Kaguya, one whom was a believer of the past and an individual who lived for the future. What is left is that she will never be able to remember who or what reflected or gave the ability of hers to who she was this day and then so on and so forth.
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There was an edge to that voice and there was not any possibility that she could think this man was lying so she would be forced to believe him but even with what he said and promised she would still be weary because he was after all the one who had claimed to be hunting that woman for some time. Xela would keep her mind aware as she witnessed the other man, Hayate, horde the scroll on the ground before him, as she would look intently at her own trying to decipher this language. Sure enough, it was not something she could put down right away.
She had to think up a way to put this in process no doubt and with that being said she would pop her neck and then look at the scroll some more. It was by far a scroll of higher comprehension and yet she would think on it some more. She would then think, "What if I was the one to hunt down Hayate? Would that probably get me off the hook of being hunted indefinitely?" It was only a simple thought that passed her mind, but one she had said aloud instead of inside the cool walls of her head.
Continuing with the scroll she would be looking into it and staring at the scrolls themselves and the kunai that had been given to her, as she would instinctively continue her thoughts. Thoroughly in depth with these scrolls, she would look at each hand sign and proceed to mimic them though she would do so with a quick-witted mind that would go on to pursue that of continuation and probability of thought. Continuing on with these distasteful thoughts, she would continue her skill.
She knew how to train and with that, she also knew how to meditate her mind to all utmost ease, as she would focus. Always intently on the scrolls as she pursued her mind and all of its own ability as she would continue her thoughts and mightily continue her thoughtful process of all her training. She would continue on with these meditations as they filled her mind with images of what she could and could not do with this technique. However, there was one thing that oddly struck her as dim
One can place this seal on another person and not just that but it did not even have to be a weapon it would seem. Though as she thought about it the weapon and place are the best choices in times of conflict though with the weapon you can easily go anywhere within that place. Not only were that but with an adept ability this would be the perfect assassination technique if one to place the seal on a person. That in itself was quite a Grande thought and possibility if she were to be allowed to hunt Hayate.
All she would have to do was create the seal on the back of Hayate's neck at the base of the third thoracic vertebrae. Then no matter where Hayate went in that one kilometer of space, she could follow and pursue and eventually kill. She no doubt thought this up in her time of meditation without even motioning her hands to send a placement of the seal on anything. She would form the seal for tiger and meditate intently on this as she presently continued her thoughts and above all else, she would keep it all to herself.
This would prove useful to her due to her meditation being what she hated most but used most as well as a training tact. Meditating on the process of what she could do was the most notorious thing she could do. Appearing out of thin air without being detected by chakra was probably the best thing she could do all the while, she would think to herself what she had to offer. With this technique made as it was, she did not have nearly anything of worth to her name that she could barter with.
All but her life and it seemed it would always be in danger if she were to be hunted by this man. She would be sorrowful as she meditated on this and serene with it as her mind ached yet thoroughly thought. It would all present itself to an adequate counsel of what her abilities could have her do but it seemed this man was more than just an adequate user of the Hiraishin but also a raiton user. That would possess a problem because after all she was one who hated the prospect and notion of the evils within that process.
Xela would think to herself throughout the meditation of the seal as she passed through her memory of the hand signs for the placement in a never-ending motion. It came out as multiple positions of the hand signs as the seals continued on and on without recourse at all. It all flowed together possessively and continued on without recourse or rebutted to them. She would go on and on with these seals as if they were nothing more than a possessive rebut of process needed for such a task.
She surely thought this could be something necessarily prosperous to her and with the highest possibility maybe, just maybe, she could pass through it without dying. It would hopefully keep her alive and well but it did happen to hold a highly prosperous aspect to her as the sweat ran down her forehead and down her chest. That same bead of sweat crept past her bosom and downward to her gut. There it would catch with her clothing and soak into it. A thoroughly mundane process of sweat itself.
This was her life: To sleep, to train, to eat, and to learn. It was all a classroom study to her and that was what should have always kept itself well in her mind as she continued on with her thoughts and the mind of all of this inside of which she kept about her wit. She continued to presume the regular training schedule she always held within her own self and what she was known most for. This was a training best, as it would be called. No, matter what she would learn this without discourse.
The best aspect she could do for now was meditate and learn the seal itself for all of its worth as she continued to presume all possibilities about it. The curving to the left and the instantaneous curve to the right that looked a little perverted but at the same time it was a word of power. Or rather, a piece of the power that is to never be lost as she continued her training thoroughly. It would not end at all, as she would mimic this thing with her mind and the way it worked as she continued her grand abilities thoroughly keeping it to her own grand abilities.
The training she would prove most agile and grand of an option, as she would attempt her best and drawing out and filling the seal with chakra. Noting that when she did so in the past with other seals, she would greatly note that the letters of power would blow up if not properly drawn. It was always supposed to test one's ability to push into the seal the chakra of the individual. Without learning how to do this with the chakra necessary, to filter and push into such a thing the task would prove fruitless.
Whereof Xela would push her greatest skill through and learn the abilities at hand, as she would continue on the great ability to which she continued on with the learning. It would always be the best thing she could offer, as she would begin drawing the seal into the earth with her finger. Funneling chakra through the drawing as she duplicated only two percent of the seal when a sizzling sound was heard. The chakra was forming in on itself and then with a constructive hate it blew up in front of her.
It was happening to be something she did not like to know of and for that, she would continue on with the skill, as she would perform the jutsu necessary and filter the chakra through the training possible. Doing what was necessary to learn, as she would fully push this through and learn it all the way out to the worlds finest. This would be the best of abilities, as she would then push her chakra through her finger again and begin learning once more getting past two percent only to be stopped at three percent with a loud bang.
Continuing on with this ability as she would she thoroughly moved on with this ability she would control this on as she played out the task. Pushing the letters with chakra, she continued her training with all the possibilities being made just for her, as she would play on with the ability to train the jutsu onward with one's own training as she would pop her neck and constitute her innocence of the training with what she knew best. Her hands pushing into the ground with finger extended she went.
Going on about it, she would continue her fingertips onto the individual base as her own lettering thoroughly pushed on with the skill she held within and the skill she possessively controlled with her own as she pleasurably continued on with the training as she pushed onwards with it. No remorse, no regrets, no turning back would all follow her code. To always constitute the training with something far better and much more useful to her as she would continue on with the abilities as she played it out?
Her chakra pulsed and the finger trailed along the ground while she mumbled a simple chant or song to herself that went along the lines of her skills not hiding and her abilities out in the open. All of which kept her going on with what she would primarily do with her skill. The skill at hand being the ability to do all of this training on her own and thoroughly continuing on with the abilities she held within as she contrived it to the best primarily ability she could control.
With an audible loud clang, the burst of the ground shocked Xela with how loud it had become to her. She noted the abilities and the truthful skills to which she continued to train the formatted ability. Playing her inner chakra like a harp she continued to use up chakra to write the seal in the sand as the seal itself would not even reach past fifteen percent before blowing a fuse. The more chakra she pushed into it the more the dangerous projectiles would shoot out of the earth in attempt to pierce her.
Pushing herself, Xela had found a way and a knowledge to which she could gracefully continue on with the training and its possibilities. It all continued on without having been such an experiment as she smiled and contemptibly pulling this thoroughly out of her own chakra pool. The drain to her was as if it were a sad environment that just reeked of bad habit and evil intentions as her chakra possessively swirled around itself and thoroughly prospered itself in her own control.
Xela's learning was improving as it was and her ability to maintain chakra control over just the lands own ability to maintain her chakra. She so excellently controlled and manipulated the prospect of the ability thoroughly maintaining the skills necessary to learn. This skill, this jutsu, required much chakra control in itself and she would endlessly pursue that option as she would thoroughly control and rap her fingers along the borderlines of the individual technique as she learned it.
Thoroughly she would conflict her skills over it and she would then smile to herself afterwards. Xela would smile and then with a calm look about it she would position her fingertip over the ground. Beginning to perform the signing of the seal over it as her body would push the chakra out of her like a faucet turned on. Xela would then pause her look to the world and then with a calm grin she was almost there. Reaching eighty percent before her emotion of joy over took her own control.
The sparks flew and the control went out of the window and shot out everywhere all over the place. The prospect of it all allowed her to thoroughly control her ability, as she would possessively keep her ability to it onwards. The gradual skill to which she did all of this was absolutely skillful to it. Her getting the eighty percent was a great skill, as she would then fully contribute her abilities to her talent. This continued to funnel her chakra to a new seal she was making in the ground while the last one had blown apart.
The sand falling from her face and the dirt falling apart off her as she would look about and in all actuality, she would play out her grandest abilities of the skills she owned. The God's must have graced her with the 'Wings of the Messenger" because her skills proved to be the best in the world. Thoroughly she continued her control and ability over the seal of the jutsu as her fingers would trace and maneuver the on-going whole that thoroughly contracted the sad face of her training prospects.
Completely enthralled with her training of just the placement of the seal she would perk her eyebrows and give a nice low thrum with a sigh, as she would then jump about within her mind. Doing so allowed her to manifest the chakra needed and instantly she would begin writing the seal down. To write so obviously and completely with all the chakra flow within her body she pushed and pushed. As if she were giving birth and the chakra was the mock baby she would do so in a similar yet different fashion.
For one she was pushing the chakra out of her finger and into the ground where so many of the old seals had blown up little by little. Her eyes scanned the seal once and she committed it to memory, as she would copy the seal. Pouring that chakra into the earth whilst while it was supplying itself out of her she would continue on with this dynamic and pestering fortification that she so avidly knew and liked. It allowed the chakra to funnel like water being drawn from a well even.
That large amount at first to continuously force itself in and out of our way while she herself would smile. Pushing the chakra out and finishing the eighty percent mark splendidly as her fingers would begin the curling of the seals letters that was highly necessary to its own placement as she continued. This allowed her to continue on with the seal's lettering and rhyming verse even. All too just, get through and push into the possibilities of the way each one of her fingers moved.
Similarly, to her pleasing reach of the eighty percent, she was also at ninety percent in a light tempo yet she hoped it would bring about something she could epically create. Pushing much more chakra into the seal as she would then smile until the seal began to expand itself and thoroughly produce what she would most avidly digest against as it were. Pushing through her ability with the chakra in place she would acidly fix to finish this as she smiled and as she focused and pushed her mind to the further expanses and reaches of it.
Now all she had to do was transcribe that seal she had made into the earth onto a single thing such as the kunai. Such a delicate thing as she would grip that cold hard surface and run her fingers along the blade. It was something she most definitely was happy about, to be learning such a mysterious and odd technique that could and would show the world that she was much more than your average student as she would continue on with this type of speech and how grand it is to learn it all.
To her liking, she would pop her neck and grab ten kunai, as she would lay them all in a circle around her. Along with this, she also would angle them all to face their points away from her own body, as she would now first learn the hand seals. The way she did things was crazy and odd but it did not matter for it was the best kind of lesson to learn of being in her presence to begin with and for one it was such an elegant display and someone had to register it in their heads and minds.
Crazy she was when she was learning these seals as she withdrew them from memory and continued on with the possibilities and her skills would most definitely grow within the generalization of the skills as she would then pop her neck and format her skill further. Pushing herself further as she would attempt a different way of putting the seal into the kunai using all ten around her as medians to put the seal in while she herself was at the epicenter, focusing her chakra and stabilizing the technique.
To fully function it with all the greatest chakra abilities while for one her own skill was mediocre in copying something. Yet she would gradually grow and form her sense of ability to draw and place the seal among the ground around her. Inside a mock trigram that circled around her to supply the much necessary chakra medians, she would need. It would then only come down to that long and extreme list of seals that cultivated around her own body to its own greatest of abilities.
The generalization of such hand seals provided her with a realization that she had not had before now. The persons who had trained this technique before her had just the thin imagination that teleportation got them wherever they needed. She would possessively create the seal along the ground with a segment of chakra she pulled out of her own self while the rest of her would follow suit to push it along the lines of the ground, as the seal would be expanded upon itself with rings separating each section.
Pushing all that she knew in on itself as her possibilities were endless in the fact that she can do anything she so pleased with this technique and ability. All the while, she would continue on with the skills to play out the part all too well. Expanding the seal in her own form and manor, as she would then thinly place her body inside the epicenter of the seal circle. Lined with kunai and the seal themselves, as she would then perform the skills necessary to push the seals along the ground only to find the seals she made shifting in obscurity.
They were still there but the problematic hand seals kept her from being able to do anything with any of these abilities, as she would then possessively push her hands around herself and forward. The skill to do so was all about chakra control, very much like this one, as her hands would pull in towards herself as she then slowly performed the hand seals in a constant wave of patterns as she would pull in just one segment of the words she wrote down possessively in the flounder to get the seals on the kunai.
The seal she had pulled was like a snake come to life out of ink, something she did not know how to do in all senses of it except in sealing jutsu. This would be one of them as her hands flowed and formatted the air, as she would then smile. Gradually thinking to herself how profound this would be as the snaked seal would wrap around a single kunai that was of the ten around her as she smiled and looked to it as her body wrapped its chakra around that seal that so luckily pushed itself in on itself.
The seal having snaked around the kunai would implant itself onto it and with a slight warm feeling, the seal had finally become one with the kunai. With some effort, it was possible and that allowed herself to have some fun with it, as she would pop her neck. All the while with a calm digression, she would push herself more. Xela's abilities were growing and that was the exact plan to do it with, as she would then contently push her mind and ability, through which she would smile and look at the seal closely.
Piecing it all together with that small segment, they should not have lined up so well but they did and that astounded her, as she would then look around herself. Setting the kunai back down and having a little fun was all she needed now, as her eyes would gradually brighten and her hands twitched. She would sit down once more and form the seals a little faster this time, as the seal around her would glow lightly as the chakra inside emanated the scent to which she would follow to the key.
The key being what she could or could not do with all possibilities emanating in rot and ruin as it were. The seals she performed were faster now and the skills to which the seal was made only glistened as the seal along the ground fluttered and severed itself from the other pieces in ten equal strips as they separated and went to all these different angles and probabilities of them hitting and making their mark was all too serene and real to hand or deal with as she would perform the seals with excellence.
Stopping her mind, she recounted the segments as they traveled to different key spots. They were all of equal length as she would keep to herself and push that mind over body action and practicality alive and well. All of which provided the punishment suffered off of her own as she realized to count these and watch where the ten would go from here and where they would traverse to within the grasps of such a fine and elegant technique as it were with her own abilities of control.
The first seal traveled very much so like all the others only this one had a tango feel to it. Moving about in its fashion as it without a care in the world while strutting about like it owned the place. Making its move only when it was ready as it wrapped and curled around the cold hilt hand of the kunai. Making itself one with it as it would not give into or give up without the task being completed by the chakra that had residually put it to life. The task it was charged with and for that reason to die with.
The first kunai's seal appeared elegant in its black glossy colors as to always be reckoned with no matter what schemes were planned. This seal would keep to its self and its own existence of Xela knowing its strength and power was heart wrenching. However, she was able to allow its life to last and to allow it to completely draw upon itself the greatness of the seal itself and how it had worked its way to what it was to this day. Xela's eyes now would shift to stare at the next troubling item of the day.
The second kunai's tango styled manifested in a more less sexy and aspiring way. It equipped itself with a jazzier feel to it that seemed to remind her of that saxophone player down the street who played those tunes as if they were honey and melted his keys as if they were butter on fresh backed toast. This was what she knew, what she could retrieve, and inevitably, what she would receive as she made the kunai and all of its counter parts known while it was moving along the ground.
This jazzy tuned kunai had waded out and around with all probabilities of destined correction to traverse through the area. With the skill of it, she would then push her mind through and the talents of such, as she would only smile. The second piece would twirl and wrap like a noose knot being made while the thing itself controlled all destinies to benign itself and fully bring its own seal around the hilt of the kunai and hold. To hold onto the kunai for dear life and that being made on itself.
Two kunai were done yet there were eight more of these seals to go as she looked to the third one of the moving seals that inched its way to the final prospering moment. The third would dance in a slow manner, which reeked of the waltz to her. But not any waltz mind you, for every four movements forwards the seal would do three more to the left. And then with a terrible pain the seal would do three to the back and three to the right. Advancing so slowly it was bound to be the box-waltz or properly called the square dance.
This third seal just danced across the map as it would be across the ground in a slower than that wormy way as it were. She personal hoped the worm would win the race and beat down both the turtle and the hare in this augmented race because as it all went down the thing went so much easier than what originally intended by the face and as she looked towards that seal in its random waltz she saw something of herself, noting it that all these kunai had a little something of herself as it was.
The third seal finally wrapped at the ready she would shift to look at it much more closely than prior to as she would then pop her neck and inspect the fourth seal to be crawling. However, the fourth seal was oddly moving with a speed that suggest it was being chased and with that being said, she would envision that as her fear. Her fear of dying young and unloved, as she would watch the seal's movements. Nothing too oddly similar about it compared to that which made up Xela.
She watched however as it would wrap and twist and swirl. All these other adjectives describing the same event as the fourth seal wrapped around the kunai and stayed put finally at ease. Whether in death or finally safe from such a seal, she didn't know nor would she ever know as she would position herself thoroughly and exquisitely intact and health of where she would be within this spot as she pictured using these seals to help her out. Just how reliable can these seals become to someone like her she wondered?
The fifth seal was a bit more haggard with its walk and talk as it functioned in all actuality of instances better than what should be and what could be as it were. She would kindly think to herself on all of this as she would then push the mind and look at the seal's movements. They were neither fast nor slow nor dance like. They were rather stilled in action yet she saw that movement and noted its course as if to only see a sinking imprint to the ground as it were to the impending doom.
The fifth seal did indeed sink into the earth only to sprout like a flower at the other end with the curious probability of the seal itself sitting right on her windowsill theme. It was sprouting at the tip of the blade and with the roots, it would crawl onto it and sink into it, as it were astounding. She so elegantly smiled and would then present her natural humor to it as she would smile and note the skills to which she had for such a task. The task at hand presented itself as fully and exponentially suitable as the seal was fully imprinted into it.
The sixth seal would travel to its finite point in the haggard motion of just oozing like a motioning sickness. The living seal had become like ooze or goo that was far too sickly and gross to actually maintain all strength over while she herself had gradually kept it all to herself and its exponential abilities. Loving it still she would refrain from breaking her hand seals as they were still going on and on with all motion with them as she would then derail herself from that moment.
The sixth seal positioned itself and expertly landed itself onto that notion where it would fuse in with the kunai. That would be when she would look around at it and note all of the seal being on it and how it wrapped so lively and more so than a hand gripping the hilt of the blade since this was a fusion grip as well. It was always something she encountered as a highly possible and grand performance even as she smiled and continued the training on from that ideal thought and cause.
The seventh seal butchered itself as if to create more gel ink of its own self-where as it was only traveling as such to get to its own placement. To seal in with the seventh unsealed kunai as she would watch it and smile as it swirled in on its own self and enveloped the kunai as it would then sink in and leave behind the only fragment of the imagination that was left and that was the seal itself. Lying gracefully and peacefully on the one thing that held its own self in on the kunai being that as it were.
The eighth seal itself would gradually supply itself the natural ability for all perceptions as she would then witness it clip, cut, and rip itself to do the same kind of actions as the seventh seal had done. Though it would traverse itself over and onto the kunai by the growing wind that swirled Xela it would still prove itself as interesting research to which she fancied herself over within all that she knew. The seal itself proved worthy and held itself well in the holds of the kunai.
The ninth seal did something entirely different from the rest though. It merely stayed put inside the ground as it would then merely be keeping itself steady and inevitably grip itself and only go in the ground a little deeper while the kunai was moving. It was pulling itself through and towards the seal and it seemed to be doing its job for her as the seal continued its trend while pulling in on the kunai as it were. The kunai's friction ever slick and only coming closer and closer to her own hold.
The seal would then stop its movement and burst out as if to blow up but instead it was a chakra styled hand and gripped the kunai and its edged blades, as it would fuse within and swirling into itself. Oddly enough, the kunai would fully pull on itself and properly continue on with the entire jamboree of the seal. Though this was not the thing that seemed to be utterly different and absurd. Rather it was the tenth seal that oddly seemed to be out of place and askew to which she properly watched.
The seal would properly be on and out of where it was pushing itself while she would look at it with an odd similarity to it as it inched its way toward something of an odd breed. There were no more kunai to put itself on so instead she watched, as it would all but pull itself in towards something as a moving seal with Grande speed would do. Having more speed than that running seal of the third kunai as she watched and witness the seal attempt something she only thought of for a second.
The seal was attempting to place itself onto a person, more so onto Hayate. If Hayate would do, something against she did not know but it would attempt to mix into the skin of Hayate on the small of his back. Directly where it would then fuse into the matter of being his skin. It would absolutely soak in and thoroughly place the link of chakra there, as the seal would finalize itself onto the skin of the old man. Hayate may or may not feel or and may or may know that it was even working its way to do this.
That was when Xela let go of the hand seals she was making and her mind became flooded with the signals as she instantly gripped her head to cool it down. She cringed as the signals formed and formatted her mind while whipping about within the confines of her skull as if they were all absolutely trying to destroy Xela from the inside out. It would all prove quite fruitful and not just that but it all greatly composed itself amongst the other things that all kept it about and fully functional.
The links were made and her mind comprehended all eleven of them as they all were linking to her mind and from them she would swirl her mind around each one of them while her head continued to wrap its mind around them in some way to function. She personally needed the cool down as she was breathing deeply and hoped that they all were linked correctly, though it was a little late to start thinking about that, as she would breathe heavily. "Ok, eleven done, I think. Gawd I have a headache."
Hey, I'm Strafe and I'll be handling your profile.
On your specializations, you can't have Kekkai Genkai as a spec. The same goes for Sensory. Go to our rules to check out more on our specs. They include: Ninjutsu, Genjutsu, Taijutsu, Kenjutsu, and more.
As for your rank, I'm going to leave that up to Ry as the only official staff. He will have to post the ok for this to be approved.
Please inform the following people that are linked below about the specialties then. Denrei: Link
There is no page about spec's. The only rule is that you can have three, first at S, second at A and third at B. So please either create one or stop telling people that there is a place unless you can provide a link to one. I have looked through the rules and could not find any.
In any case, is sensory counts as ninjutsu I am putting in ninjutsu as the main overcast in that spot. Kekkei genkei will be replaced with medical ninjutsu at the end of the list.
Note #1: I do not mean to be condensending or rude, but that is what I have found and report on.
Note #2: Due to Eden adding up a list now of specialties I am ready for a new review and have scratched out all the above details. Have a good day.
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