Yoke [c]
Apr 26, 2011 6:05:32 GMT -8
Post by chiatsuki on Apr 26, 2011 6:05:32 GMT -8
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The valley of ashes was in a state of decadence. The ash had made a smog thick air that was fairly hard to breathe in if one were not adequate to the surrounding. Bun-Ka Ro had learned to breathe this air, though he rarely spit from occasion to rid himself of the burning flavor. This place were the graveyard of shikigami. It was a place of moral cremation where all his ancestor’s bodies were around him in piles of smock. Their bodies fell like snow… very slowly to the ground. The thought tempered Ban-Ku Ro as to how weak they really were, but it also got him thinking.
“is that so…?”
[/ul][/ul]A voice beckoned from behind the shinobi. The voice seemed aged and soft, he had to almost yell just for saying a sentence. Bun-Ka Ro could hear him coughing as he’d begun to murmur up his own response.
The old man chuckled but it almost sounded like a dying dog to Ro. Obviously he had offended the man, but he was in no shape to start an argument with him. Ban-Ku Ro simply descended his path as he had before into the deepest pits of his clansmen’s territory. The chuckles of the man soon departed as he crept into the shikigami dungeon. In here, the valley of ashes was nothing more than a picket fence. Its range was obtuse and held no boundaries as the arena seemed never ending. Petals of paper slowly rotated around Bun-Ka Ro as he attempted to begin his recycled paper creation techniques.
This time, however, he was looking for something much more complex. He had to begin thinking outside of the box. His paper would begin to swirl around him in vortex as his eyes closed. Many creatures came to mind within him, all of small sizes, not much larger than his own self. The first thing that came to mind was just a manikin. Ro opened his eyes to reveal his creation, female stature with no eyes or other bodily features other than her waist and torso. She soon faded away into another veil of paper floating about within the atmosphere above the genin’s head. It shifted and crinkled, and as the papers began to ball up they would conform together in utmost symphony.
The next creation, a giant ball of paper, floated above his head and crashed. The vibration sent the shinobi a bounce but it did not last for long.
Training - Paper Durability B rank [100 exp]
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