Climbing the LADDER: Train! [P/T/I]

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Pivotal Point

Entry # 1: Taking Flight

He was home.

The Village of Konohagakure was one of such opulence, such grace, and more importantly, a paradise ripe with opportunities. Like the annals of the brain which could house infinite amounts of information when mastered; The Hidden Leaf Village, once explored and truly digested by the mind and body could convey endless quantities of experience, companionship, and adventures. A Traveler’s delight, a Customer’s bazaar, and more prominently, a Shinobi’s safe haven to those who wore proudly, the insignia of the Village. A birthright to few, and a lifestyle to all who dedicated their existence to the Kunai and Shinobi Arts, the path of those who hid in the shadows was difficult. As such, growth was expected—typically development in the field of combat and observation.

Uchiha Ryūsuke—a child in the eyes of his superior, yet his being held more than meets the eye. A shelter of raw, untouched potential just waiting to blossom, and bud into something truly ephemeral if left untrained. Though not a genius or prodigy which was archetypal for the boy’s Elite Clan, the crimson-haired was a committed worker, and earned his right. He walked among the average, and typical, only to gain the title of marvelous through the work he put. One’s own significance and affluence was directly proportional to the time and dedication he or she placed into their craft. Like a Painter, Ryūsuke was thorough, and inventive. Akin to a Knight, he was vigilant and honorable. And like a Ninja, he stuck swift, and imposes his might to win the battle.

As such, it wasn’t far-fetched for the location to be befitting for training. The neighboring forest that resided just outside the village posed ample room, and a tough terrain, ideal for what the Uchiha planned. Training his Ninjutsu was his foremost concern. The area which he excelled shouldn’t be dampened due to indolence in its use. His Sharingan wouldn’t be needed for this experience. Only his frame, his reserves of Chakra, and lasting reflexive talents for an objective he would place upon himself demanded some elusive measures. Or else death was ensured. A perilous task seeing as it could possibly rivet death. Nevertheless, like a Casino bet, the higher you risked, the more the reward you’d receive. Same simplistic logic applied.

Exercise Stipulation: _{Ryūsuke while challenging, must defeat his Katon Bunshin within three minutes}.

He found a clearing in the vast forest, which would mark the institution of his training. Placing his hands together, and without indecision, the Uchiha weaved a short string of Kata. His chakra building within his body, only to be exerted, and soon a large cloud of densely thick smoke erupted from nothingness. Ryūsuke from there immediately took to a more defensive stance. Without his Hook Blades, and relying solely on his own Ninjutsu and close quarters combat, the authentic Shinobi would attempt to compete against the being that would soon emerge from the cloud in front of him. Tension rising, and anticipation burning calmly, Ryūsuke, for the most part was ready. All he did now was waiting.

His eyes widened.

Darting from the cloud as the smoke dissipated and fragmented, an identical facsimile of himself swiftly sprinted towards the original. Strands of scarlet dancing in his wake as the Clone rocketed forward, and soon leaped. Ryūsuke however had already caught wind, and was prepared to counter when most opportune. Though his eyes reflected that of violet, the Sharingan wasn’t needed, nor did he find the need to depend on it now. He could see clearly, his veracity before him wasn’t an illusion. Tightening his stance as his legs slid apart, his harden his fist, and prepared for impact.

The Clone crashed down, only meeting the ground with a swift punch that rattled the gravel beneath as the Uchiha skidded back. Feet sliding across the ground, subsequent two leaps and a flip, Ryūsuke flanked to his side, darting to the left as his Clone immediately followed. He was taking the bait. Directing his attention ahead now, realizing his opposition fell for the possum ploy, he would motion into the woodland, jumping into a nearby tree, as he perched on a branch momentarily. The moment the clone took his own impressive bound, the real Uchiha smiled, soon pushing off the limb he occupied and ran from branch to branch as he maneuvered from the high grounds of the forest.

The chase followed as Uchiha followed Uchiha. Ryūsuke successfully eluding his cloned counterpart as he competently danced through the trees, averting death at every corner. Nonetheless, its destruction wouldn’t come with simple ploys and fraudulent methods. To not directly touch the clone was wise, or else he’ burn in the explosion for sure. Thus, the environment posed the greatest ally at the moment and as such, Ryūsuke looked back, only to see nothing; perplexed he was. “ARRGH!” He sounded, soon finding himself plummeting towards the ground following a strong kick to his face from above. The aggressor being his Clone. Luckily, he hadn’t detonated. Nonetheless, before he fell, the Uchiha quickly snapped the branch he once occupied and held it tightly in his grasp.

Regaining orientation promptly, the Uchiha’s eyes found now meaning for widening as he looked upon his clone falling directing ahead of him, attempting to drive his foot into his chest as he plunged towards the ground. Quickly, he spun, decreasing the momentum of his drop, and allowing his clone to catch up. With the large branch in his grasp, the Uchiha turned to face his mid-air foe that pulsated spring colors. He was beginning to self detonate. Forced into a position that involved impulse, the Shinobi flung the branch at his foe, and before the end left his reach, he rotated, allowing the bottom of his feet to face the blunt of the stick and he pushed off, distancing himself weakly.

Bang!!!!!

A large, wild explosion flared in the area ranging five meters, catching Ryūsuke on the border of its radius. Streaks of oranges and light colors challenged the skies as a bright flashed ensued; the Uchiha being forced away due to the consequent convulsion that discharged. Placing his arms in front of his face in a cross guard, the Shinobi attempted to deflect most of the force and flares from scarring his body as he was kicked to the ground, stumbling and rolling mildly until he came to an abrupt stop. The Explosion soon ended afterwards. The sky soon thinning in exchange for silence.

“T-that was something else…” Ryūsuke weakly allowed the statement to escape his lips as he rested face down in the scorched grass. Hands sliding over the emerald blades and clenching, bending them pasture beneath as he forced himself to his feet. Sighing contently, inhaling polluted air, the Uchiha smiled. The Clone was gone. Could this be counted as a win?

TAGGED » Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Katon Bushin no jutsu

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Entry # 2: Faster then Sound

It was time, and his dedication to the Shunshin practice would truly be realized. Having neglected for the better part of a month his own speed evolution and focusing more on his Ninjutsu and Kidō thought it right to finally establish his roots, and perfect it as best he could. His time with the Uchiha instructors really showcased his sequence better than any mere technique of instant movement could; he had grown stronger, moved faster, and developed a more resilient body, all within the short amount of time in which he presented himself to the flash goddess. Nonetheless, this field of expertise of something he normally excelled in, it was only fitting he worked to achieved the true testament to his strength; excellence.

His setting of choice this time was once again, the forest, which housed numerous tools and conveniences that would ultimately help him achieve mastery over the agility and Shunshin field in general. Starting as early as 6am, as he designated for a number of exercises prior to today, the Shinobi would make quick travel as he flash stepped from his quarters in the famed Uchiha District, covering great distances in a matter of three executions. Still too many to his likings, nonetheless, it was remarkable considering what he could accomplish prior to training.

Appearing from apparently nothingness, the Shinobi wasted little time as he searched the area for anyone else in attendance. Quite conscious of what he did in public, seeming only to conceal his talents till needed, Ryūsuke wasn’t found of his progression being documented to one day be used against him in the near future. After a few moments using Shunshin just for the hell of it to make due around the entire field in a matter of seconds, nothing appeared on his radar. Not even the smallest amount trace of chakra appeared, nor any entity strong enough to be considered sub-par roamed the area, he was free to carry on with his training in solitude.

First lesson, bodily stretching. A loose, stress-devoid battle made the execution of Shunshin and any other supple movement that much easier. Having learned much during his time in the Academy, as well as training under Tutelage, Ryūsuke was quite confident in what he was bringing to the table, his power grew every day and he urbanized at such an astute level, sooner or later, he wouldn’t be bound by such sodalities that normally defined a typical Shinobi. Transitioning from a series of arm stretches, to the division of legs, and working uniformly on their release, Ryūsuke would spend a modest thirty minutes on basic and moderate exercises before finally turning his attention to what he truly came to train. Shunshin.

Looking out into the remoteness, namely the opposite end of the entrance, Ryūsuke wonder how many exertions it would take him to cover that entire expanse, and back communally. Pondering on the thought, his mind calculated indistinctly the distance, as well as analyzed his own skill in such an area and came up with a rough estimated number. “Twelve!” He shouted, adding on two more steps to what he truly thought for marginal tracking. Crouching down, placing both hands on the ground, and motioning his legs back, though unaligned, Ryūsuke took a runner’s stance as he prepared to take off. “3….2……1!” He counted aloud, knocking down away at the numbers until it was time for him to take off, and adrenaline pumping with each breath, the Shinobi was ready.

“Go!” He vanished,

The wind beneath his body dancing away as leaves danced aggressively in the air from the position in which the Shinobi once stood, the area now stood untenanted for the moment. A second passed, followed by another, soon accompanied by two. Five seconds marked the period until a break in the breeze’s direction sounded, and soon enough streaks of red emerged from an unapproachable void, as a figure stood in the same location where the crimson-haired Uchiha once stood. Ryūsuke had returned, a smile half-heartedly propped on his face as he murmured beneath his breath. Notably, the time it took him to travel such a long distance and back was staggering.

“six Shunshin exactly. Not bad. Could be better though,” Having reached his goal, one would assume a Shinobi who characteristically placed such high standards on himself would be elated. Nonetheless, he felt he was being indulgent and now generalized any experience training Shunshin with his time under Tutelage’s protective shrouds. She wouldn’t have accepted such a time, nor number of steps, as such neither would he. Taking a moment to drill the thought into his head, the red-haired Shinobi, though somewhat dissatisfied disclosed the thought, and continued on as he vanished once more without notice, seemingly attempting to beat his once established record.

The crackling of the crisp grass signaled his arrival. Strands of lush crimson falling to his shoulders as the ends were pulled back into a securely fixed ponytail. The gentle sway of his Zanpakutō caressing his hip as he strolled forward. Legs carrying the weight that was expressed through his slim, but masculine figure. The sway of his white pants grasping the thighs of his body evenly; the ends of his pants gathered at the ankles, tucked into his sandals creating a rather astounding bellowing effect.

TAGGED » Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Shushin training

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Entry # 3: Continuation

Arriving at the aperture surrounded by a population dense of trees and other natural ornaments, Ryūsuke tucked his material belongings aside beneath one of the grand vales of shade implements. Placing his armaments to the side, he stretched, releasing the tension that had built up over numerous hours of tracking to the secluded location. After a few moments, he sighed contently, ready to begin the day’s phenomenal training session.

Stepping into the center of the grand cavity, Ryūsuke smiled, subsequent his vanishing act from the opening. Leaves picking up in a flustering nor'easter of wind that laid in his wake. Almost instantaneously reappearing a few kilometers away, he stepped, and soon enough, disappeared once more. Dashing, darting, dipping in-between the numerous array of varying oak structures, he quickly made his way around the forest. The silent touch of his toes pressing against the branches without a second’s notice of his arrival echoed all throughout the woodlands quietly. His training had just begun.

Breaking the balance of herculean velocity, Ryūsuke continued away at his Shunshin training. Leaping from one section of the forest to another. Legs extending, only to distort as his body re-entered the supersonic travel. He could see it all; feel the wind in all it’s entirely. He became one with his surroundings, and his body, though moving at extreme speeds, felt as if he was feather tenderly swaying from one side to another. The wind could scarcely press against his clothing before he moved once more. He didn’t waste any time with his training. Dedication placed promptly on the surface of his lightly tanned face as he registered his own speed mentally. He wasn’t moving as fast as he wanted to; he wasn’t covering as much land as he wanted to cover in a certain amount of time.

Minutes had turned to hours, and hours into even more hours. Sweat had gathered along the chiseled body of the Red-haired Shinobi. Heavy panting escaped his lips as his hands were pressed against his kneecaps. His back had taken a crooked approach, as strands of his vibrant hair laced over his shoulders in a indolent manner. Having spent the majority of his day out in the blazing sun, exerting increasingly draining energy to amplify his skill, Ryūsuke only felt he hadn’t reach the progress he expected to. This brought upon a determination that immediately spiked his glucose conveyance; he felt revitalized. He wanted to continue, and the sky hadn’t fully reached pallor of dark purple to signify night. He would exploit every hour of the day that his body would allow. Providentially being in such an elitist clan helped train and regulate his endurance.

A second passed, followed by another, which was proceeded by another. Upon the forth, and final, Ryūsuke emerged once more, back in his same location from which he started as he shaved an entire second off his journey, while still showing no signs of fatigue or lack of interest. A smile he once damaged with bitterness was now flooded with elation as he counted to himself once more, registering the seconds and steps it took him to cover the ground once more, before his eyes widen at the comprehension of what he had actually accomplished by himself. “Four seconds, three shunshin. That’s more like it.” He muttered to himself, cautious to not allow the thoughts to leave the area, still cognizant to the fact no one was around. Time to move onto another exercise.

Several hours passed, Ryūsuke continued at the Exercise to gauge his distance and endurance during Shunshin; his end result shrinking as his progression became evident.

TAGGED » Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Shushin training

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Entry # 4: Continuation ²

Having dedicated another series of hours and days to repeating what was previously instilled into his person, the final lesson was upon him.

It was now time for the final lesson, one Ryūsuke wouldn’t forget for a while as he had dedicated a number of weeks to training in the open training ground. A game of tag? Yes, a fucking game of tag! After rounding up a series of Shinobi, all varying and skill, speed, strength, and patience and as well as body sizes, the crimson-haired Shinobi would formerly pioneer the lesson to them all. This would act as a double-edged sword, rounding off his training, as well as fulfilling the promise he granted the prosperous and growing Shinobi trainees a week prior to current event. All were elated, and all were ready to aid in his progression.

“Okay, your guys task is quite simple. Use Shunshin to try and tag me. I’ll obviously be attempting to evade. Is that clear?” He inquired. Everyone around him nodded in conformity, easily grasping the concept as they began to stretch, Ryūsuke following suit. His mind wonder about a number of things, like which one was the fastest, and even compared to their best runner, or practitioner of Shunshin, was he on an entirely new plain of his own? Oh well, I guess the Shinobi would just have to find out in the training exercise, and this didn’t bother him. Actually, it was the way he wanted it to be frank. Learning more with hands on experience always fancied his awareness.

Without recognition, or informing the others of his actions, Ryūsuke vanished; the assistants all stunned momentarily by the blinding speed in which Ryūsuke produced quickly snapped back into reality and promptly followed. Ryūsuke soared through the training ground, vanishing, and then resurfacing as he skillfully evading the several trained Shinobi who made attempts at his metaphoric life. All intent on being the one to capture him. His father stressed fighting in large numbers would arise, and he would be ready. Noting she said turned a deaf ear, and Ryūsuke eventually implicated all he had learned into this final exercise. It was comical though, seeing how far ahead of the Shunshin game he was as he easily eluded all who most likely outclassed him in years, or experience as of now.

It was time to bring this little exercise to an end, and after an hour of playing duck, duck, goose, Ryūsuke finally decided to give in, finally slipping up allowing a small, frail woman to tag him. A smile set on his face as the crimson-haired Shinobi looked onto the blonde woman, realizing she was just a child; the other teen trainees sighing, eventually joining the two in congratulations to the young women who accidentally become the star of the crew. That was enough training for now, Ryūsuke knew where he stood in this particular Ninjutsu; and that was in a league of his own. Thank you Father, he thought to himself as he smiled and entered conversation with the group.

TAGGED » Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Shushin training

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Entry # 5: Silent Epiphany

Reaching the last avenue of his training session, Ryūsuke sighed in a rather fatigued tone. Having spent the better part of his day engaging in intense and unsympathetic self discipline, realizing his goal was almost completed eased his patience. A temperament of serenity, and a resolve more resilient then steel, his perseverance and effort wouldn’t lessen, nor would his output shadow his previous endeavors. Results were directly proportional to one’s dedication and work applied—a lesson the Uchiha constantly reminded himself of when his mind wandered and his forbearance weakened. He was almost there, and he could feel it. Only a single exercise stood between him and a hot bath and comfortable bed. Time to leap the obstacle.

Placing his palms together, soon allowing his fingers to interpolate interweaver and overlap one another in a series of quick, fluid kata, the Shinobi adeptly formed the Handseals for a rather exciting technique. Eyes sealed momentarily, the Uchiha sighed, allowing his chakra to accumulate and prosper within his body. The overall experience was calming, and rather comforting; adding to the comfort of being alone and uninterrupted.


“Kasumi Enbu no Jutsu!” He exclaimed zealously.

The infatuation flaring through his lips, and evident in his tone, the Shinobi, with a powerful hurdle, soared backwards, soon sliding as his feet quickly touched the ground and his regression slowing due to momentum and force. Tossing his right arm aside, and allowing his left to rest over his chest, Ryūsuke opened his mouth, widening his jaws as he prepared to release the Ninjutsu. Creating distance between himself, and the open enclosure of the forest, sufficient distance was required, or standing within the blast radius would easily harm the child. Eyes now open, and his body prepared, the time to discharge the technique was upon him, and the Uchiha couldn’t be more contented.

The bowls of his throat lit anew and soon enough, a jet stream of combustible mist expelled from his mouth. Shooting across the field, and covering the area in a moist substance, the shower of haze continued to wreak havoc on the entire area and immediate marks that pinpointed the location where he rested. His next attempt would surely due even more liquid harm; nonetheless, his final enactment would set the world aflame and tire the resistance the trees supplement naturally. Taking back to his self-protective stance, allowing his hands to join together once more, the Uchiha readied himself and soon enough scanned over the area. Targeting his next phase with keen effectiveness, this last use of the jutsu would dictate his final results. Hopefully, he could achieve something sustainable.

“Kasumi Enbu no Jutsu!”

Shouting once more, formulating the hand seals required once more, the Uchiha expelled another curtain of mist over the area, rotating and allowing the range of his technique to effect the entire circumference and not just a frontal lane. Trees, bushes, shrubs, and even the pasture around him all found their lives steadily fading as they natural resources soon drowned under the Katon haze. Trickles in drips falling from the leaves while the branches also leaked placidly as they opening was engrossed in the thin mist from the Uchiha’s Technique. Smiling, he turned around and headed home. The mist should evaporate or lose its combustibility over night. He wouldn’t really set his home on fire, he wasn’t that slapdash. Nonetheless, the hype was too much to ignore.

TAGGED » Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Kasumi Enbu no Jutsu (Mist Waltz Technique)

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Entry # 6: An Arrival


Another day brought another chance to hone his skill, and Ryūsuke wouldn’t ease away from a challenge. The sun settled in the sky, let the air was too slender for the afternoon. Thin mists dancing around the village, and finally centralizing at the core of the Hidden leaf, the hour was 6am. A modest awakening for a Shinobi, nonetheless, done daily was absurd!

Guess he was absurd.

Soaring through the skies, now only a shadow in the infant morning, Uchiha Ryūsuke made his way back to his typical training location. It was early, which provided the perfect camouflage for his escape from the Uchiha compound. Each building acting as a support and leverage, the young Genin propelled himself off the ledge of one, and immediately fell onto the adjacent structure. Luckily, he was nimble-footed, so his steps were also silent as he moved across the higher grounds and darted towards the forest region. A location that provided both shelter, natural resources and ample space for seclusion was an ideal safe haven to craft art. Ryūsuke just had to get there now.


Shunshin no jutsu….

His body distorting, soon fading between existence and delusion, he flickered away. Executing the instantaneous movement technique really saved him time, and without a doubt, made eluding village perambulation as well as his fellow clansmen that much easier. The location’s environment changed, shifting from structural buildings and roadways to meadows and colonies of trees. The Shinobi had made it to the forest. Having left his Shinobi equipment home, training would solely rely on two factors today. Sharingan and his Katon Bunshin. Experiencing just how devastating an encounter with the sweltering replica was earlier in the week, the Uchiha advised himself to take better precautions.

Stringing together a short, concise series of hand seals, Ryūsuke looked on as a soft billowing cloud materialized in front of him again. His clone was in the process of transcending imagination and would manifest soon. He needed to act hurriedly and appropriately if he would conjure enough time to activate his resultant technique.

With a single kata, the Uchiha closed his eyes, and soon. “SHARINGAN!” Eye lids recessing, allowing the grandeur of his eyes to show, the irises were a deep, brilliant red, and a singular tomoe embellished the Kekkei-Genkai. His Sharingan was now activated and the fight could begin. Soon, like before, the clone erupted through the smoke, darting towards the Shinobi at blinding speeds. Nonetheless, Ryūsuke smiled for nothing went disregarded beneath the care of his Sharingan. Bracing himself, and sliding into a more comfortable stance, the Uchiha positioned his body to act on instinct, but holding enough leeway for more tactical insertions.

Within range, the clone exploded out with precise kicks and punches, attempting to land a clear shot and expectantly detonate in the process. Nonetheless, its efforts were fruitless for Ryūsuke could clearly perceive the strikes and avoided accurately. Leaps, spins, and skids were his main method of defense against the foe, realizing a direct assault would only conclude in him being injured during the process in a small napalm-esque explosion. This didn’t bother him for the exercise required only the aptitude to move swiftly, not strike back. Dancing around the opening they occupied, the two counterparts escaped each other’s grasp for a modest several moments until Ryūsuke grew tired with the experience.

Severing his ties to the clone, it soon terminated, dispersing in a dense cloud of smoke as the Uchiha discontinued the technique. “That’s enough till my sparring partner gets here.” Ryūsuke sighed, closing his eyes, soon opening them to reveal the luminous purple of his irises. Having sent a request on the mission board a few days ago, the location he chooses held dual purposes. Hopefully, the Genin who read it knew where this location was. Leaving latitude and longitudinal lines for safe measure, the Uchiha would sit on the ground, crossing his legs over another as he waited for whomever to arrive.

TAGGED » Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Katon Bunshin; Sharingan
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+ 60! Nice work ;D

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ACTION: Enter.
LOCATION: A lush, green forest. Covered with tough terrain as well as clear spots amidst the damp soil.
TIME OF DAY: Early morning.
WEATHER: The sun hasn't had enough time to shine, but the looks as if the day will be hot.
TAGS: Korasawa Akemai, Uchiha Ryūsuke
COLORS: May
WORD COUNT: 365 xP
OTHER: Sorry it's really short, I've got a headache that hurts like a bitch -__- Plus I can probably right more when the action starts up. ^_^

May's feet were moving at a fast pace as she strolled through the city. She was supposedly having some sort of training session with a young Genin, one of which who might be useful to May. The streets of Konoha weren't too occupied, considering it was early mourning. But the day before, May had stopped at the Hokage tower to report a successful mission. Then as she looked apon the bulletin board for another she was struck by a rather intriguing request. Some boy, a Genin, was looking for a training partner. It felt like a nice change so she snatched the paper and walked off, leaving her where she was now.

The sky was light, almost gray, but May could see the sun making its's way from the horizon. She had been looking forward to training with someone else since the constant solo missions were quite lonely, however the day didn't seem very promising as she rounder a corner and stopped at the gates. Giving her information the guards let her pass and then was when she stumbled. There was forest all around her and she had no idea where to go. But as sh studied the paper once more the boy had left exact coordinates of where he was training. He must be serious.

May nodded to herself as she went over things she could practice, the thought of him somehow being better than her also crossed her mind but she scowled and pushed it away. The trail of which she walked on kept getting more narrow and the trees were getting darker, something that reminded May of a not welcomed memory. Peering through the brush, she could almost make out a figure with a stunning set of hair, shining in the insufficient amount of sun she had.

Slowly, and carefully, May pushed her way through the brush and was found to be standing on the edge of a clearing. Her nostrils were filled with wet grass and immediately she felt sick. More memories she disliked. She made a grunt, warning him of her approach, and stalked up to the sitting boy. "Are you Uchiha Ryūsuke?"

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Entry # 7: Taking Flight

The wait was one that required a certain quality of strength. The mind was the tool that would guide the Uchiha to his deliverance; nonetheless his own desire to become powerful would be the feature that would ultimately push him to his next action. Dragging his arms from their respective sides, and eventually allowing his elbows to rest contentedly in his palms, the Uchiha sighed. Quickly and adroitly the boy jetted through a series of hand seals, his chakra materializing and soon enough accumulating to the levels he felt proper with. He didn’t know how much longer the wait would be, but a little company never pained the heart.

“Katon: Bushin no jutsu!” He called out, or more so murmured in a low monotone and within seconds a cloud of smoke instantaneously generated in front of the boy. As the veil of flamboyant grey subsided, the Uchiha looked on with a smile as his presence was graced with an indistinguishable copy, though it goes without saying this counterpart burned with a stronger flame. Humoring himself with witty similes and metaphors for the profound, Ryūsuke was moments away from instituting another solo experience with his clone. However it seemed fate had a different avenue for the crimson haired as the crackling of grass sounded in their backdrop.

Acting on inquisitiveness, Ryūsuke turned his head slightly, while the clone simply leaned to the side and looked over his master’s shoulder; their eyes capturing the sight of a young girl. Was this the genin who took on his request? A smile sliding across his lips, the boy took to a stand, his Katon Bunshin following suit as he motioned behind the original.

“Yes, I am. Are you here to train with me?” He inquired with a charming, though relaxed tone as he deliberately left out the mentioning of her name. After all, it was a dynamic he lacked for the better part. Maybe she would do him the honors of introducing herself.

Stepping from behind the crimson-haired Shinobi, allowing his own equivalent majesty to pulsate in the fractional rays of the sun, the clone made his appearance known as he bowed respectively, only peering upwards slightly to allow the synthetic magnetism of his violet eyes to swoon her. “Don’t mind him. He’s only a clone,” and with that, coupled with a single kata, Ryūsuke dispersed his clone as another cloud of smoke ensued, quickly dissipating over the open air revealing the retreat of the flirtatious duplicate. Ryūsuke could only smile charmingly, placing his right hand behind his head and rubbing the nape of his neck.

TAGGED » Korasawa Akemai; Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Katon Bunshin no jutsu

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ACTION: General rping.
LOCATION: A clearing in a heavily vegetated forest.
TIME OF DAY: Early morning.
WEATHER: The sun has yet to make it's appearance, though the grey sky has a slight glow.
TAGS: Korasawa Akemai, Uchiha Ryūsuke
COLORS: May, Ryūsuke
WORD COUNT: 433
OTHER: N/A

"“Yes, I am. Are you here to train with me?” The boy's voice drifted to May and she eyed him, he was hansom and charming, but nothing that interested May. Then again, nobody interested May. She stood not far from him, and as soon as her eyes set on the clone her breath was taken. She hadn't expected him to be able to cast a perfect clone, and as she focused more on it he didn't look like an illusion. Was it a shadow clone? No that was impossible, maybe something different, but at the time that didn't matter. The fact that he had showed off his skills made her frustrated and she was temped to yell a rude remark or stomp off back to the village. But he was obviously talented and might be able to help improve May's abilities. That possibility however, was not even considered in May's brain.

Then the clone was gone and May drew her attention back to the real boy. He was taller than her -- much taller, he towered above her by at least 5 inches. But his face held youth and May could tell he couldn't be much older than her, if he even was. The sky behind him was still dull, and May couldn't tell if it was going to shine or downpour. But May was there to train, and train she would. As she opened her mouth to say something many question passed through her head. Some about him, and some about the training spot. but instead May decided to say, "You posted a notice on the mission board in the Hokage Tower." She held up the paper and cocked her head. "What exactly did you have in mind, if I were to train with you?"

The walk there was pleasant, but the air around her settled goosebumps on her skin and she had to focus not the shiver. She was only wearing her army green T-shirt with a mesh long sleeved shirt underneath it, but both did little to keep her warmth. If the sun came out soon May would feel better, but at the moment she was being haunted by her past. She hadn't been in the forest for a real long time, and the last time she had been on he trail was when she was covered in blood. May stopped herself from remembering and took a deep long breath, she closed her eyes for just a moment, before reopening them and awaiting the boy's reply. This was going to be a long day.

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Pivotal Point

Entry # 8: Taking Flight

The young girl who stood in front of him held such an impassive quality, it was also shocking to say it was possible to exist. Though never referring to himself as anything above par, Ryūsuke at least felt he deserved a more recognized welcoming. Though she was smaller than he was, her lack of interest seemed to astound him in character. A building compared to a villa, and he couldn’t explain why, the Uchiha didn’t want to show a lackadaisical attitude and thus simply continued to smile, holding a solid demeanor in attempts to ease the mood of the conversation early on. Discomfited interactions so early on wasn’t ideal, and the Uchiha was someone who favored simplicity.

“Well, this location is perfect for field training. Simulate more realistic conditions.” He exclaimed.

Taking a moment to simply gaze at the natural training field around him, the forest held every resource conceivable to supplement the perfect location for faultless results. The trees alone held such importance, the grass was momentous and the rivers and other bodies of water off in the distance were ample. If one dreamt of achieving something more promising and profitable, attacking a challenge that would best illustrate the conditions of reality was only befitting. Hopefully the young Genin would realize this. If she didn’t, their training would surely inculcate such a lesson, or at least the Uchiha assumed.

Turning his attention back to the young genin of the leaf, something now perplexed him, and this issue needed an immediate resolution. “Before we begin, what is your name?” he inquired, realizing that throughout their conversation, though concise, she hadn’t divulged her identity. Only appearing odd to train with a stranger, a name for a face at least constructed a bridge for camaraderie to cross. As he awaited an answer, the crimson-haired boy would turn around, pacing away in the opposite direction as he created difference between himself in the girl.

“The training is simple. We’ll test out our jutsu on one another, and train them.” He said, speaking to the simplistic nature of their session. A first meet didn’t cause for something as radical as an intense spar, and getting to know and understand the mocha-haired genin through training and combat seemed only right for the moment. Turning around, facing her, Ryūsuke held his typical charismatic smile as he slid down into a defensive stance. Preparing for the inevitable, several tactics and courses of action flooded the young shinobi’s mind. He was ready as he looked on calmly.

TAGGED » Korasawa Akemai; Uchiha Ryūsuke
NOTES » Starts up to you =]

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ACTION: General rping.
LOCATION: A clearing in a heavily vegetated forest.
TIME OF DAY: Early morning.
WEATHER: The sun has yet to make it's appearance, though the grey sky has a slight glow.
TAGS: Korasawa Akemai, Uchiha Ryūsuke
COLORS: May, Ryūsuke
WORD COUNT: 560
OTHER: I've never had her use a jutsu and stuff before so nuu judging xD

A breeze rolled by as he spoke, and May felt as if the words flew by her. Her mind was elsewhere and she couldn't figure out why she couldn't focus. The sky was lighting up but May still had to ignore the urge to shiver. Something felt so familiar. then the boy was up and moving, walking away from her and saying some words. It took her a few seconds to realize he was asking for her name, and she stood there astonished at herself for feeling so weak. She took a deep, abrupt breath and gave him a determined look. "My name is Korasawa Akemai." That felt better, her tone was sharp and strong, but then she decided to add to it. "However many people call me May.

May felt like she'd revealed too much by telling him her name, but he still wore the smile he had we they'd first met, thus giving May a little more to relax about. She had never trained with anyone else before, and the thought of it was both exciting and nerve shaking. She had no idea if he was as talented as she, but the grin he wore told May otherwise. He was better.

However it was possible he was just cocky. But May knew better, there was something different about him, something. . off. He must have some trick, some ability. There was something he was hiding and May was eager to find out. As he then moved farther away from her she knew he had a plan, something to ruin her mood. Or maybe he was just nice.

No, that wasn't possible, nobody was nice in the ninja world. But the smile he wore spoke differently. "The training is simple. We’ll test out our jutsu on one another, and train them." That caught May a bit off guard, but the boy was serious as he slid down into a defending position. She was going to fight him? At first May was vexatious to the situation, but the boy's eyes showed a looked of fascination. Was he underestimating her? Had she seemed to weak to fight? Was that why she would get to strike first? Quickly a flame arose inside May and her expression became vividly frustrated. That would not do.

May almost smirked as she knew her plan. She'd just do something to get them started, maybe she'd break his shell and know his secret. May clasped her hands together and let her eyes flutter closed. She slowly slid her feet outward into a more comfortable stance. Then, moving her hands quickly, formed a few seals. She could feel the chakra building up in her hands, it was the feeling May had experienced the first time she'd ever preformed a jutsu. Opening her eyes, May locked eyes with Ryūsuke and let out a settle smirk. Her arms shot out in front of her, small fire balls forming quickly. Two of them soared smoothly through the air towards Ryūsuke. "Housenka no Jutsu!" The glowing crimson orbs exploded -- probably a foot away from the boy, and May sent three others right after them, but by the time they had exploded smoke filled her view and she couldn't see his reaction.

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Housenka no Jutsu (Mythical Fire Phoenix Technique)
Rank: C
Type: Offensive / Katon Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Special: Up to 5 projectile fireballs can be made at once, plus 5 more each time retrained. Travels as far as the projectile allows.
Description: Basic yet very effective within the Katon arsenal of jutsu, this technique allows the ninja to emit a series of small fire balls after a simple set of handseals are made. The ninja can also hurl a projectile which is covered in these same flames. To the opponent the attack appears to be only the balls of flame, because they do not see the hidden threat within the flames. The flames can be used to cover different projectiles like shuriken or kunai, and only select doujutsu and bloodline abilities allow the user to see through the deception.
Domain: Katon

[Trigga]

真紅
Pivotal Point

Entry # 0: Taking Flight

“Korasawa Akemai? A beautiful name.” He announced calm and tranquil, also too unperturbed to be taken as a threat, or more importantly, acutely.

Still in his defensive stance, his eyes without the use of his clan’s Dōjutsu could see clearly through the woman’s façade. Her body was struggling; against what was unknown but as she shivered vaguely, and a breeze touched his face, he quickly realized what was wrong. She was cold, and the lack of open sky really blunted the effect of a present sun. This training was meant to keep both dexterous and bond some form of companionship, but stress the discomfort that seemingly manifested since her entrance. Such an ominous occurrence would be dealt with later on. Right now, another task was clouding the Uchiha’s mind.

How to counteract the impending assault to come? May seemed competent enough, and the now pervasive smile that crept along the corners of her face only signified some form of self-assurance she lacked upon admission. Ryūsuke ran a number of probably outcomes on a more basic scale. He lacked the information necessary to make keen judgment calls: her chakra nature, a rough assessment of her jutsu arsenal, and last, experience battling her prior to now. Nonetheless, this also worked in his favor, realizing today would be the most chanceful opportunity to compile the information he required. And he assumed as much as she was going to test him, he’d test her with equal diligence.

The thought of simply combating her with Taijutsu came into mind; nonetheless it was quickly recycled in the everlasting annals of failed ideas. Being his weakest field of Shinobi combat meant it would pretense likelihood to train and season its use. Nonetheless, it could also lead to defeat quickly. A combination of talents, involving all areas of combat as well as impulse and rationalization would win him this battle. Sticking to his typical fighting style was the most logical approach, given she also was deprived of information regarding his ability. This was as even as a battle could be on a psychological platform. Now it was time to see if the same could be said skill wise.

She went on the move, and like a tiger staring down its kill, the Uchiha could feel the intenseness in her eyes as she soon started to weave a series of hand seals profitably. Matching her movement, targeting his own kata stringing as she did, Ryūsuke would skid back, distancing himself once more even further as he continued to draw on the power of his chakra. Expelling a series of two fireballs, which were trialed by a filament of three, the Uchiha’s eyes widen as he was forced to continue on impulse. Finishing his head seals, the boy would leap high up, allowing his hands to grasp a branch above, pulling himself up into the security of the tree as the orbs of searing heat passed beneath.

Immediately, emerging on the side of the passing fire balls, a cloud of smoke appeared, and soon darting from its confines, Ryūsuke’s clone surfaced as it sprinted towards the opposition. Leaping down from the tree, and touching the ground, the Uchiha did the same, trailing one feet behind his bunshin as they passed through the smoke created by the technique May used. Exploiting the shroud of her own jutsu, the two weaved and transitioned beneath location, allowing for more incomprehensible movements coupled with the smoke. From the opposing end, closest to May, she would notice the two emerging from the dense cloud, however if their plan weaved out, she wouldn’t be able to tell which was the actual as they continued on in their race closer to her.

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ACTION: Training post.
LOCATION: A clearing in a heavily vegetated forest.
TIME OF DAY: Early morning.
WEATHER: The sun has yet to make it's appearance, though the grey sky has a slight glow.
TAGS: Korasawa Akemai, Uchiha Ryūsuke
COLORS: May,
WORD COUNT: 706
OTHER: Nuuh, i'm still kinda' short :P But this post does only count for a few seconds or something, lol xD

May didn't have much time to react, but the compliments were not to her liking. But she shook off his words and acted, and while the wait was short, it was anticipated. It first took May by surprise, but then again the boy did have a secret. He just wouldn't show it. Only seconds later the smoke had cleared and there were now two Ryūsukes, both charging her. It was impossible to tell one from the other, and he obviously knew that since her eyes were gleaming. No, this wasn't it, not yet. To buy herself time May jumped backward a few steps, watching the two boys closely.

One had to be a clone, but what type of clone May wanted to know. It was also possible that both were clones and Ryūsuke was somewhere hiding in the brush. As if she flicked on a light switch her eyes were pealed and her senses immediately sharpened. There were so many possibilities, so many things she could do. she needed to find out which one was real -- if any of them were, and she would usually want to get rid of the clone or distracting manors but because she had no idea what type of clone it was it could merely be an illusion. His steps were getting closer and May was now at the line where the trees became heavy. How would she figure out which one was real?

Maybe create a diversion, something to lure one away from the other. If she wanted to kill him she could simply blow a fireball in his face, but that wouldn't do. She needed to keep her distance and use an attack that could possibly reveal the real Ryūsuke. He was getting closer, think! May hesitated, she could hide a shirukin or kunai in the flames she used earlier, and since he'd already seen that act he'd only think they were fireballs. Then he would just simple dodge it -- that wouldn't do. May could use the Kekkai Tengai Houjin to create a dome of chakra around her, that way she could find out which clone was an illusion. However what if it wasn't an illusion? What if it was some sort of shadow clone or one that had it's own chakra, then where would she be. There was also the possibility that she could throw some kunai in their direction, but have them attached to wires so she could possibly manipulate them to touch the clone. But if she didn't put enough strength into it it was possible she'd miss or not hit hard enough, thus if the clone wasn't an illusion it wouldn't effect him and just cause May more trouble. She also didn't have any wires. As plans rushed through her head she began to panic, she hadn't thought that this would be so challenging. It was almost. . fun.

May almost smiled, she had it. Quickly, yet subtly she reached into her gourd and pulled out a kunai. Some were already prepared with exploding notes on them so she wouldn't need to do that. Her time was almost up as she started to run alongside the edge of the forest, twirling four kunai around her fingers. "One." May whispered, throwing one far off from Ryūsuke's right side. "Two." The next one was aimed at one of the Ryūsukes, if it was real or fake she didn't know. "Three." With a flick of her wrist the kunai soared past the Ryūsuke on the left. "Four. He had probably already seen through her plan since she wasn't that fast, but he might be late to catch on. I mean it just looked like she has terrible aim, right? Possibly, but she knew there was a chance she might just have him. The fourth kunai flied passed the Ryūsuke on the left, then all four of them seemed to stop short in a line. "Fuubaku Houjin!" and as her hand formed a simple hand seal the tags all ignited and created a good size explosion. It had to work. . right?

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Kunai x4/4
Rank: D
Type: Secondary / Melee + Ranged
Special: 2 per Pack.
Description: This throwing knife is one of the common weapons of a ninja. It is often kept in a holster on the leg in a pouch attached to the belt. What makes it so versatile and universal is the fact the Kunai can be used in conjunction with explosive tags and other weapons to form deadly combos out of simple, easily accessible items.
Cost: 100 Ryo per Pack
Exploding Note x4/10
Rank: D
Type: Tool / Area of Effect
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: 10 per pack
Description: The exploding note is a piece of parchment paper infused with special chakra, layered over with a special script on it that serves to enable and facilitate its explosive properties. Its execution is simple - the ninja can attach the note to another object such as a kunai or log, and upon activation, the note is set and begins either a slow countdown burn, which eventually results in a large explosion, or the explosion in itself upon command.
Cost: 500 per Pack
Fuubaku Houjin (Exploding Seal Method Formation)
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra: Mid
Special: Requires exploding notes. Doubles the total explosive potential of the trap, regardless of amount of explosives used.
Description: Fuubaku Houjin is a Ninjutsu technique used by shinobi in conjunction with common explosive devices such as exploding notes. Arranging the seals in a square formation, the user will draw their target within the array. Once the target enters the zone with the planted explosives, the trap ignites. The user can also form handseals to activate the tags and prep them for explosion, amplifying their power all at once.
Domain: Universal Ninjutsu.

[Trigga]

真紅
Pivotal Point

Entry # 0: Taking Flight

Her evasive window was closing, and as the genin attempted to create distance between her and the two imminent forces, both Ryūsukes ignored the sensation to smile and kept a solid equanimity. Feet lightly touching the ground and the false impression of almost flying emerged for the two Uchiha moved with such grace and consistency; it was difficult to differentiate between the two. A clone obviously was the conclusion for one, nonetheless, other options fell into place, and May was now currently left with a dilemma. Who to attack, or more prominently, how to defend? With little to no options for frontal attacks, diversity and unconventional actions would be the only means of saving herself.

May could always take a unadventurous route using frontal attacks to draw out the real Uchiha; however the problem with that was predictability and losing the element of surprise. Frontally, Ryūsuke could see anything coming their way, and while losing their own opportunity to attack, evasion at such a range was more important. However, a Shinobi was taught to act appropriately in such situations, and use the environment of their own arsenal to help assist in victory. The boy was more so excited to see what she had in plan. Knowing prior opponents not to be much of a hassle for him, Ryūsuke hoped she was different.

Then it happened, and the Uchiha’s eyes lit up with anticipation. Before the clone and his real counterpart were within range, the Kunoichi reached into the gourd strapped to her back, and revealed the appearance of Kunai. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t allow her such flexibility, and this presented the perfect position for him to compile an attack. As her hand tucked deeply into the gourd, the real Ryūsuke (one on the right) quickly wove a string of handseals, and soon placed his right hand to his mouth. Widening his jaws and positioning his palm beneath his chin, the Genin expelled a large quantity of combustible mist in the women’s general direction, cautious not to aim directly at her.

Kasumi Enbu no jutsu; The vaporous liquid was sprayed over the general location, marking trees, bushes, even the grass that rested around May, hopefully with some landing on her as she concentrated time to clutch her ninja tools. Drawing his arm back, Ryūsuke looked on as projectiles were flying in his direction, nodding, and the clone realizing it, the two dispatched, separating, and flanking off in the opposing direction; leading with a leap from both at diagonals.

As they soared down, both aiming directly to land right in front of May, both could evidently distinguish the use of hand seals, and as the clone looked back, his eyes widen and a spark sounded. The weapons exploded.

Strong winds formulated in the background as a grand flash obscured the sight of the clone who presently directed his attention towards the impending shockwave of flames. Feeling the heat against his back, Ryūuke grew agitated, forcing his weight down, allowing for a faster decent as his clone stood motioned at normal pace. Activating a kata of his own, the Uchiha rushed into the forest, some yards off from the central vicinity, appearing as if he fled. Nonetheless, with the activation of his own hand seal, the clone smiled as he was caught in the explosion, only to glow a dazzling orange himself, then soon, exploding.

The two combined forces acted quickly as fragments of flames and searing residue were released violently across the field, touching the grass and ultimately, the damp surfaces. This resulting in a chain reaction which instantaneously lit the majority of the area May occupied aflame as the grass sizzled and soon erupted in flames; trees and bushes scorching as the radiance burnished brightly—an inferno paradise ensued. Ryūsuke, tucked away safely in the forest looked on from afar, amazed by the lightshow he had created, using his clone as a diversion. Would she escape; he hoped so.

TAGGED » May
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Kasumi Enbu no Jutsu (Mist Waltz Technique) [-50 exp]
Rank: C
Type: Offensive / Katon Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Enhances all Katon techs by a single rank in damage. Travels 10 meters, plus 10 more each time retrained.
Description: As its name implies, the Mist Waltz is just that – a vicious mist expelled by the user through their mouth at high speeds, which, when in contact with any form of flame, will create a napalm like explosion, enhancing the fire and even creating disastrous fires which quickly spread and burn. The user must be careful however, as any Fuuton jutsu of equal or greater rank could easily blow back the mist and turn the effects on the user.
Domain: Katon