Raijin's Blessing [p - Haru/Obs]

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BLESSINGS FROM AN ANCIENT LIGHTNING!
♔ Training with the Raikage

This is the place he had chosen for them to see it. Looking ahead his vision would be encapsulated with the landscape the Raikage had chosen for his shinobi to train under the Blessing of the Blot. Upon the rocky mountain side, within the walls of Kumogakure, resided an area only known to few. The path that Eiichiro walked led him to this area, a discrete highland location which had a view over the village. Nearly seventy meters in total the highland section of the rocky pass was mainly flat with small grasses and pine trees littering the edges closest to the mountain. This elevated mountainous plateau would serve as their training grounds, with shelter from the sweeping cold winds and a clear view of the sky above. It was a microcosm of Kaminari's beauty.

Each step he took could clearly be heard as the area was as silent as a pin-drop, only the slight 'patter' of rain would be heard. Oh, and of course, the occasional roaring of thunder and lightning in the sky above. As Eiichiro looked up for the light drizzle to meet his face - he would see deep grey clouds dominating the sky above fueling the loud rumbles and crackles. Seems as though Raijin will be present for today's proceedings.. Eiichiro reflected as he made his way to the clearing. Heavy over his shoulder and bound by a thick leather strap was a large scroll. Not apart of his usual attire, it was where the sealed blessing was kept. Taken from the treasury a restricted area exclusively to the Raikage, it would be the first time the scroll had seen the daylight in years. Heavily protected, it was only allowed to be in the care of the Raikage himself if it ever is to leave.

He had been here before, shown personally by the Nidaime Raikage Atlas-sama. He had always treasured this location for his beauty and close proximity to the clear sky. He had asked his assistant to send letters giving directions which would lead the two shinobi to meet him here. Continuing forward, he would pull the large (s-rank sized) scroll off of his shoulder resting it against the cold stone of a well which dwelled underneath the pine trees closest to the mountain. Raijin, the God of Thunder and Lightning, would be present for the awakening of the tome. Its omni-present power evident in the sky above as the clouds in the sky constantly swirled and moved. He would patiently wait for his guests to arrive as he began to pull up a wooden bucket on a pulley system. Cupping water in his hands he would drink before splashing his face with water.

As times darken in the world. Kumo has to be ready for its bolt to brighten the road, and lead the way in a blazing light..

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The faint pattering sound of thin, misty rain lightly colliding with the village streets would be a soothing, welcomed noise – one in which the youth had grown accustomed to during his time within Kumo. Eyeing the light precipitation, he would allow reminiscent thoughts of Mizu no Kuni to flood his mind; having returned from the country’s main tourist outpost only days ago, the wet, misty terrain would remain fresh on his mind.

An expression of peace would be seen on his face as the Kumo-nin’s elegant gait would make its way through the substantially sized village, nodding to the occasional passerby as he’d contentedly ponder the past week’s events.

A small smile would creep its way onto his face as he’d recollect, vivid images of the award ceremony now playing through his head. Beyond those participating, he’d been one of the only two shinobi to receive furtherance in rank; with his primary goal as a Genin having been to complete the exams, he’d spent his time back in the village hidden within his lofty apartment, contemplating on new goals, aims, intentions, etc.

He'd be drawn out from his dwelling by a missive from the Raikage himself, requesting an audience with the Hyūga shinobi in a rather secretive location. With his deep brooding completed and finished, he'd have exited with a newfound purpose, confident in what drove him and his objectives.

Eiichiro being the village’s primary authority figure, he could only wonder what exactly their meeting would consist of, though presumed it had something to do with Haru's new position and role within the Cloud. Regardless, a calling from the head shinobi himself had to be taken seriously; he'd move at a hastened pace accordingly, and following several glances down at the directions he'd been given, would eventually arrive.

The noble Hyūga's pale eyes would survey the picturesque setting whilst entering the seventy-meter expanse; feeling free amid his fellow cloud shinobi, he wouldn't be wearing contacts or a mask, allowing his visage and treasured eyes to be seen clearly and in the open. His penetrating gaze moving from the surroundings, it would in time fall upon the Sandaime Raikage. He'd advance upon making eye contact with the Shinobi, extremely curious as to how events would proceed.

Haru would be seen wearing his usual attire; donned in a black, hooded overcoat, a white, collared, long-sleeved shirt worn under it, along with skinny, black pants leading down to ankle-cut, black nin-sandals. His customary, shark-tooth drop earrings would adorn either of his two ears, a steel ring emblazoned with the kanji 宗家 (Soke, Main House) worn on his left ring-finger, while a miniature version of the Kumo hitai-ate would be fastened around his wrist in a bracelet form.

The deific ninja would converge upon ‘kumo’s gem king’ in a friendly yet civil, reverential manner; bearing an impassive expression accompanied with a humbled, respectful tone.

"raikage-sama," he'd speak, bowing slightly before once again making eye contact, "you'd sent for me?"

[BLKND]

The smell of salt water had always been appealing to men which called this country home. The feint, reminiscent scent was something that would easily bring back memories, of something. A time of struggle, and a time of pain; this country had seen many things under the watchful eyes of the gods which bellowed above the heavens. The echo of this water smashing against the earth, the grass and the incredible pine trees which surrounded the area, was impressive. Easily drowning out any silence that would have distracted any of the ninja present of what it is that they had been raised to defend against. Silence was dangerous to men in this profession. Instead of the scent of pine, and the scent of vibrancy, it was instead this salt water which would stand out so distinctly- and then it hit him.

This smell held the same scent as tears.

He was an electrifying sight to behold. With eyes that would cut through this thick 'sprinkle' of water, the cloud of moisture would feel almost refreshing against the stone face which so readily embraced this haziness. Slowly trudging through the field, each step would remain cautious, and yet almost dangerously inviting. The scenery was vast, intricate and mostly beautiful, but it meant nothing more to him than numbers, figures and scenarios. It was surprising to ever hear a direct order from the Raikage himself. Having served two different Raikages under his position, Kassui had never once been summoned to the Raikage with someone outside of his organization. This would prompt a bit of confusion, but it couldn't be helped; an order was an order. Donning a contemporary, average Kumo-nin uniform, he would appear to be just another Jounin who had been called to meet the Raikage, and another ninja he had yet to hear of. His tight black attire would be covered by various pieces of gear; a flak jacket, shin guards and a satchel, he would leave most of his gear at home.

This place, on the other hand, appeared to be more than equipped. Flourishing with life this mountainous plateau would do well for itself despite the location. It wasn't common to see life such as this within the village, and yet the Raikage had nearly solitary access to it. It was probably for this reason that as the jounin would finally reach the other two men with a casual walking pace, he would be treated much like any other person- something he hadn't grown used to.

Saying nothing upon his arrival, he would instead make a curt bow to both men, extending the bow a bit further for the taller of the two. Giving them both a respectable glance after each bow, he would cross his arms at his chest, looking down at the Raikage as if expecting an immediate order.

"..."

// THREAD -- RAIJIN'S BLESSING
//OOC -- Shitty post. v v.

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They had arrived.

With cupped water running streaks down the front of his face he would turn to see Haru before an incoming figure in the distance. As Haru initiated his statement Eiichiro would raise his hand, moving it in a fashion that indicate to Haru to follow him. Lifting the scroll up over his shoulder he would walk forward finding his way more into a central position in the plateau. Now, as he walked, the figure that was previously here was now in plan view as he bowed in this presence of his kage. His guests had arrived, the two shinobi that he trusted in the village, and would soon develop to apart of his inner-circle; that inner-circle of one of the most powerful villages in the ninja world. Throwing the scroll down on the ground a mere meter in front of him he would begin to speak, although his presence and aura already speaking volumes.

"I did call for both of you, indeed. Do you both know what is contained in this scroll? It is the incantation formula for an ancient power - the Blessing of the Bolt. One of Kumo's most treasured gifts.

Just from the words that he spoke, they would gather the significance of the occasion. As he raised his hand, forming a single seal, the scroll would begin to unravel itself, before finally completely at a length of nearly five meters. Marked with the black ink of seal formulas it would be the key to unlock the power of the tome. These would connect the hidden jutsu that were formed within the markings on the scroll with the power of the bolt. These two ninja would gain a power that only the top raiton-users within Kumo possessed. Secret jutsu that masters of the raiton element have passed down for the next generation of users within the village. Although not a raiton-user himself, Eiichiro's presence would be key for the success of the training. His chakra signature, that as the kage, is the only thing that would allow the power to manifest. Now turning to both the men who stood before him, like a general speaking to his colonels, he would confidently express his ideal.

"It is my duty as Raikage to pass this power down to the next generation. Within this scroll are the markings of hidden jutsu that past raiton masters within Kumo have created. Here you can train these jutsu, under the guidance of my chakra, gaining a control over raiton that you had never thought. Here under the presence of the lightning gods, you will confirm your authority as Kumo's next chosen generation..

His words were true in spirit and meaning. It was particularly off-character for him to start on such a poignant position, but destiny had a funny way of molding the future of its chosen few. Moving to a position in front of the scroll, he would drop to the ground simultaneously crossing his legs. Head now bowed deep into his chest he would look to be thinking. I have never tried this before, but the elders have told me of how it will drain my chakra heavily. I need to keep that power under control or else-... with the moment passing, he would raise his head once again while clutching his chest with a firm grip. He was nervous, but it wouldn't show - it was going to be an interesting affair for all of them. Sitting in his usual attire, he would begin to form the long string of seals that this jutsu require. The rain fell down upon the group of ninja as the special training was about to commence. Getting straight into action it would take a few seconds of the jutsu to start, so if his guests had any questions - they had better ask them now.

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Just as the rain continued to pour down, so would the young Chūnin’s eyes follow attentively the movements of his Raikage, standing oblivious to the third member of their party as the precipitation would muffle his nearby footsteps. He would follow the sandaime as ordered, noticing the man trailing him only as the Raikage himself would acknowledge his presence.

His inexpressive gaze trailing momentarily towards his side, he would, for the first time, behold the rather exotic looking male. There would be an inhuman, animal-like air to the man – an attribute Haru would perceive immediately, and find quite interesting, if not odd. Curiosity piqued, he'd be sure to study him at a later date, though for now averting his attention back towards their leader – watching as he'd throw the scroll ahead and give an introduction.

Listening conscientiously, each word voiced by the golden-haired man would resonate from deep within the nonchalant cloud shinobi.

“An ancient power… one of Kumo’s most treasured gifts”; the implications of Eiichiro’s ending comment would leave the Hyūga wordless, astonished, thunderstruck even. It would be at this time that Haru would begin to understand just how significant their meeting would become, or already was; he would be honored by it, now looking over the five-meter scroll laid out before them, being sure to suppress his emotion as the seconds passed.

but.. why him? why is he included?

While he wouldn’t have otherwise been fond of sharing such an experience with a stranger, the man was presumably a Kumo-nin, that alone solidifying the two as comrades and brothers in arms, regardless of any past relationship. It’d be enough to calm Haru, atleast, allowing him to let the unfamiliar shinobi be, and instead focus on the most pressing of matters.

Just as the Raikage had said, it was time for the village’s top youth to confirm their authority as Kumogakure no Sato’s next chosen generation. To rise from the meager and mundane, allowing their names to be the ones recorded in history books and proclaimed throughout the shinobi world. With times changing, it would be up to their generation of elite ninja to take the reins of both their grand village and individual roles in the positioning of Kumogakure as a nation of nations at the highest tier, the #1 ninja village.

Personally, Haru would be willing to do anything; with not much to live for, he’d already devoted his entire life to this one cause, his only other driving forces being an obsessive desire for power and passion for the ninja arts.

Thus, as the Raikage would sit before the scroll, preparing what had been described as the blessing of the bolt – a ritual which would gift the two shinobi with a power to match that of the Raiton masters depicted in legend – Haru would feel a sense of longing, desirous in nature, and aspiration.

[BLKND]

A massive 'plop' of the scroll under the Kage's possession would send a small number of water droplets into the air, the grass releasing them under the weight of the unnamed makimono. Taking a single step back, it would take an instant for the wonder of ninjutsu to take its course. Almost springing to life, the scroll would pop open and unravel itself to reveal its secured contents. Quivering, almost, the scroll would dance along the beaded grass, exposing itself for what it was really worth. The knowledge of this village had been placed here, now, in the open for only three men to lay witness to. Kassui's face would stay unchanged, inquisitive as always, tucking in his hands between his biceps and pectorals he would instead take a step to his side in order to get a better look at what it was that was going to be happening. Moving directly in front of the Raikage, he would take notice to his features instantly. His pale blonde hair, and the sunglasses that he always considered rather silly. It seemed Raikage's had an affinity for keeping things on their face. Either way, despite his attire, to which Kassui held a similar appreciation for the eccentric, it was clear that the Gem King was a serious man, invested into the things which mattered most. Instead of hording power, he instead distributed it.

As the rain would cloud his vision, and cover his face, it would take a moment for him to understand what was going on precisely. Taking to turn of his head to gaze upon the third party here, he would quickly recognize the Hyuuga standing beside him. Having taken to the time to memorize most faces within his Bingo Book, the number of decently skilled Hyuuga Kumo-nin were not as vivacious as they once were. This would allow names like 'Hyuuga Haru' to stick out tremendously. If he were to be worthy of receiving the Kage's blessing as well, it was clear- he could not be left unwatched. Refusing to allow himself a moment of dwelling, Kassui would quickly turn his head back to the Raikage upon the second portion of his speech.

'Next chosen generation...' It was an interesting way to put things. The scenery was bleak, and the beacon of a storm raged above the three of them, proving the power that the gods held over them. Perhaps it was the Raikage's desire to tame that power. Bestowing a blessing, there was nothing more saintly. Arching his neck as he would focus closer to the scroll and the Raikage's new position, Kassui would quickly grow wary of the promises of 'new power.' Strength ruled all, and for someone, even the caretaker of this village to so willingly bestow it was always a mystery. Taking a stark position, Kassui would quickly feel the weight of the Raikage's chakra, and the question of what power would be granted to them would instantly come in to question.

"...!"

// THREAD -- RAIJIN'S BLESSING
//OOC -- n/a

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The training begins now. You guys train whichever jutsu you want from the 'Hidden Village Jutsu' index, and I will post every in irregularly between completed jutsu. Remember, with the blessing, training is halved!. Have fun my minions.

It was time for things to truly kick-off. The Raikage found himself sitting cross-legged in front of scroll, as the rain continued to pour down from the sky above. All was present for this to be a success, well, it would come down to him in the end. Taking a deep 'sigh' he would run through the scenario in his mind, he knew what to do -he had been told how it all worked- but there were other factors at play here. Flashes of the malevolent chakra which rested within him flashed as images in his cognition as he thought back. There is nothing to get anxious about..you're being idiotic he told himself as he began to form a single seal, the dragon, as he began to centralize his chakra.

"Let's begin. For thing to work it takes a huge amount of my chakra to even perform, let alone control. I will be in a state of meditation to focus my chakra to the appropriate level. Once this begins, read the scroll and feel the uniqueness of this raiton within you. Good luck."

And with those words spoken he would close his eyes, hands still firmly set, like concrete, holding the dragon seal. It would literally drain a massive about of chakra from Eiichiro, and he could feel the strain on his body near instantly. So, this is why only a kage's chakra signature could activate the totem.. he thought to himself. He had been told the story, about the sage of six paths sealing his old chakra within a tome in a hidden location, which would allow a ninja to activate an unnatural ability to the release that represented each nation. He was a skeptic of any old and tall tale, but in that moment, he could feel this surge through him, as if channeling raw lightning like the medium he would become. He didn't possess the natural affinity himself, but this is what is must feel like.. he thought to himself in awe.

Merely being in the presence of the Kage, in the surrounding area, Haru and Kassui would feel their affinity for raiton react. The tome itself was not on this plateau, for something so fabled to be left out in the open was inconceivable. No, past generations had already sort its location, and now, it rested safely and secretly within Kumo. But, Eiichiro only had to be within the village to ignite its power - as it reacted with his own. His chakra, the key that unlocked the door to this special lightning. He would pass down the secrets of old will in the presence of this power for them to better understand and learn these technique's. As if gravity was holding a grudge, an intensive pressure would envelop Eiichiro's body. This was going to be difficult, but his control over chakra was impeccable. Slightly wincing, he would voice the command which would catalyze this training. He couldn't do this all day, and he hoped they had realised that.

"Tch...time for you guys to begin."

This was the Blessing of the Bolt.

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Yaru Chouon (Bestow Village Blessing Technique)
Rank: S
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu / Kage Hijutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra: Massive
Special: Allows the Kage to bestow Blessings of the village onto anyone they wish by 'Blessing' the receiver with a tuff of chakra which will realign their chakra signals and pair them off with the secret tomes located within a hidden village. Can only be triggered by current Kage because their chakra is recorded, saved, and placed against any new signatures to make sure its authentic; additionally, it can only be used when the receiver of the Blessing is within the hidden village. For more info on Blessings, click here.
Description: Once a Kage has been chosen, the most intricate village secrets become available to him. Among these is the ability to bestow a "Blessing"; that is, an object or source that contains the Sages original chakra. It's so powerful that the effects it can bring tend to last for years. Each hidden village contains ancient tomes inscribed with the word and chakra of the sage, to the point the leaders are taught how to harmonize with the unique energy. Once harmonization is complete, many unique bonuses come forth.
Domain: Kage.

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The regularly laid-back Raikage would display a seriousness unaccustomed to the Kumogakure shinobi, conveying to him the importance he saw in this event. The blessing would be crucial in the subsequent training the Sandaime’s two underlings would be partaking in, with its power giving them the ability to condense boundless amounts of time into hours. The young Chūnin would observe the proceedings in unspoken anticipation, giving the occasional glance to his flank as he’d watch to see the Jōnin’s reaction to Eiichiro’s seemingly strenuous gathering of chakra.

Would he have activated his Byakugan, his view would have been blinded by the sheer amount of chakra radiating within their vicinity, wholly originating from the golden-haired shinobi sitting before them. It would be a remarkable sight regardless; the scene signifying a landmark in his life, forever captured within the mind and memory of Haru should he ever reminisce on the nearing momentous event.

While grand, the spectacle would pale in comparison to the immense, derailing sensations he’d receive as a result. The moment his master’s meditation would stop, and the gathering of chakra conclude, he would feel incalculable amounts of Raiton energy course through his being, immediately being hit with an earth-shattering amount of understanding as he’d, all in one instant, achieve a new level of mastery over his natural affinity. He would feel great, a rare, wide smile forming across the face of haru, the wielder of lightning energized and excited with having been blessed by the gods and ancestors of Kumogakure no Sato themselves.

He would stand completely unaware of Eiichiro’s final comment, the sudden rush of chakra having completely blocked his senses for the time being. His blurred vision clearing, he’d feel to be one with lightning, seemingly at peace with the element. A new level of consciousness and awareness had been achieved – a blessing of the gods. He would bow to the Raikage as he took in everything new, afterward turning towards his Anbu partner, curious to see if he too had experienced it.

Several seconds would pass before he’d finally fall back into his more calm, composed state, at this point moving toward the scroll the two would be utilizing to learn the secret jutsu. Looking over the parchment, the information it held would be comprehensible like never before, with the actions that had previously puzzled the boy when read now appearing crystal clear. He would continue to examine the scroll, reading each technique, weighing the uses and strengths of them individually.

The captivated adolescent would take a step back once finished, awestruck with everything that had transpired, as well as the arsenal of raiton jutsu laid out for their use. His gaze would fall upon Kassui as he'd contemplate which he wanted to begin with, curious to see if he'd voice, or signal, an opinion on the subject.

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It was as if there had been some sort of switch that had gone off. As soon as the chakra around the Kage would begin to converge, it would light the fire that would ignite the insides of both himself and his white-eyed counterpart. The force would hit him like a baseball bat. However, while he wouldn't feel the pressure against his physical state, the chakra that would circulate throughout his body would instantly be taken back to a state that was unprepared for the pressure. Resisting slightly, it would only take a moment for his entire body to suddenly realize what was happening to it. Slowly removing his hands from the cold chest plate of his flak jacket, he would look down at his exposed hands and wrists, curling his hands to reveal the dark tone of his fingernails. They would seem to be a new shade of black in comparison to the fingertips that appeared to glow for some reason. His skin, a deep olive would somehow appear to have a light beneath it, while the rest of the world would dim in his presence. Of course, while this was nothing but an illusion, the surge of chakra playing minor tricks on him, it was however clear that he could not help but feel an instant need to connect the charge of chakra to something significant. His eyes would illuminate a pale red, that would shine menacingly as he would turn to face his counterpart. Clutching his hands in to fists, he would raise them to the level of his chest, half extended in a slight release of his newfound power. His animal characteristics were already considerable, however with this enhancement it would only amplify then to making him appear almost visceral. As if looking into the eyes of a beast, Haru would soon realize what his new training partner actually was.

Holding his head half way to his chest, he would look down at Haru with no expression as his hands would lower to the front of his body. Before the both of them were the secrets of the village that they had pledged allegiance. Their leader had trusted them to learn this information, and to use it in a way that would spare the village future trouble. It was their obligation to use this power for the advantage of the village- but as he stood there, glancing over the possibilities, it was clear that the first priority that he held was to himself. Learning to use this power to protect his own life would be the key to protecting the village. After pinpointing the optimal choice, Kassui's eyes would once more connect with the ghostly image of the Hyuuga, and as he would lower his body, he would prepare both himself and the boy for the trials that their bodies would endure. A surge of this 'blessing' could be seen streaking through his eyes. The power of the storm was intensifying, and as the thunderous booms of the sky would shatter the silence that the rain endured, then it would be clear that this was the will of the gods.

"KASSUI..." He would say forcefully, his word choice vicious and untrained.

// THREAD -- RAIJIN'S BLESSING
//OOC -- Like I said... NOT good at training threads...

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