Shinzoku no Kirin [p]

[☆ F ☆]

Shinzoku no Kirin.

Once a fort used in anticipation of invasion during the War, it was one of a select few sites created as a replica of the actual Raikage. Designed to throw the enemy off should they invade, the many towers all housed key information scattered equally amongst all. With neither possessing enough to put together a full set of treasure or key information, it would provide the distraction Kumogakure would need when fighting back.

However, with time's passing and a new age arriving, many of the buildings went abandoned, destroyed, or even renovated for other use. One particular area however was retained and restored, not in appearance but in infrastructure - an unknown noble had apparently purchased the place, converting the main structure into a castle and the smaller hubs into meeting points, houses, and even small barracks.

What gives the peak its unique name? Regardless of weather, a freak occurrence where a natural thunder storm rapes the Peaks on a constant basis occurs. Only one small area is devoid of this, and having discovered it, the owner of the land has created an intricate guarding system consisting of a narrow pathway up a long climb, which eventually leads to the main castle. Along the way? An insurmountable amount of traps.

Only those invited are welcome.

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• This is my personal training grounds. PM me for permission before attempting to join, or else your life is forfeit.
  

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[Sharkk]

NO FEAR

His feet found themselves "dancing" along the side of the peak. He did this some times, if only to add to his uncanny wit when it came to dodging and the like. With one shinobi above him throwing many projectiles and such at Gungnir himself. Dodging them all the while he ascended the peak. At times he'd press his hands to the side of the castle, before bending his body so his feet would connect back to it, chakra feeding through them as a means to not fall down to a sure death.

And upon reaching a short distance from the projectile throwing shinobi, he'd merely tap them on a shoulder and nod towards them, their training was over, now was time for Gungnir to meet up with the others of his team. Running his way to their usual meeting area Gungnir glanced about, he was apparently the first to show up, which was not such a rare thing, but he found it almost boring when he had to wait for them.

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[BLKND]

underneath and unexplored

ogonkurai
A limitless amount of color would hang over the head of the shinobi. The sky creating a canvas of dismal and distracting colors that would no doubt include the possibility of today being ominously entangled in adventure. A black hood would ride along the back of this young man's neck. His rough platinum hair dancing underneath it as he would slowly make his way across the dangerous, mountainous terrain. With every step he could feel the butterflies in his stomach becoming more solidified. They had become iron.

Kurai had never known to be the type to get nervous, but considering who had summoned him, this meeting was far from predictable. It was the idea of unpredictability that would throw the Genin off. He had no sort of relationship with the Uchiha of his village, nor did his family. In fact, the only shinobi that he was familiar with were his family. This would leave today with two possible outcomes: his social circle would expand, or he was walking into some sort of trap. However, he could not refuse the beckoning of a Jounin, even if it was a trap. So as his dark narrow feet would force his thin frame towards a peak shrouded in storms, he would not allow himself to be erred. His hands would uncover themselves from his generous pockets. The sound of a thunder cracking across the the limitless legion of clouds above him unnerving him all the more.

islands and cities I have looked

[¤ Tenkai ¤]

x x

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"Shit.."

Time was running out for the young blonde, and she knew that this could be her last chance to prove her worth. Following the instructions given to her, she would search throughout the deep regions of Kumogakure in order to find this mountain peak. It was a weird location in order to rendezvous with her superior, but surely he must have sort of plan for her? Stumbling along the trail, she was not sure if training on top of the mountain would be the best method, what if she fell off? Shaking her head, she would hold onto the wall of the mountain and slowly trek the slender road.

To make matters worse, she began to hear a crack of thunder, and the killer kunoichi had neglected to bring an umbrella. She was more concerned about her straight, long hair at this point more than her safety. If it rained her hair would start to curl and frizz, which would take hours to re-straightened. Frowning to herself, she continued to search for the hidden location. Once found, she had hoped there would be further indication as to what her purpose was for being so secluded away from the busy parts of the village. To put it frankly, she was anxious at the outcome of this entire meeting.

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the scars of your love

ogonkurai
Kurai's wrist would slowly extend itself from the confines of his gloves. As he would stare at the hopelessly dim sky, he would only realize the treachery of this outcome. He had been set up. As he looked around, without a single sign of life, he could realize that any foul movement would inevitably result in some sort of abuse at his expense. His slender frame would cover itself with the warmth of chakra as his hands would slowly form a few simple seals. It was time for him to exit this area. He couldn't risk this simulated encounter being some sort of plot to knock him out of the Chuunin exams so early. Within an instant, the clouds of the land would begin to emerge around him, quickly covering the glow of his horribly hued eyes, a trait of his father. However, as the clouds would dissipate, as would the evidence that the Genin had ever been there.

exit.

they leave me breathless

[¤ Tenkai ¤]

stage left, the girl exits.❣

[Messatsu!]

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name; hallucinations are overrated
rank; a
description; Reality is overrated, right? We’ve apprehended people whom call themselves Genjutsu gods and rightfully so. They’re able to use any A rank Genjutsu with advanced hyper sealing times three and have the seal speed of Jounin class warriors. They have the illusions retrained so many times it’ll spin your head and usually whenever someone ends up fighting them they’re unaware of the shit that is falling from their ass when they’re finished. These guys are to be taken lightly, the Raikage questioned even allowing this in the arena but since they’re maintained in chakra draining cells while they await their battle he warmed up to the idea for mere learning.
reward; 150 experience, 5,000 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; intermina

• This particular arena has a diameter of 60x60 meters.
  
• Entrance / exit are located approximately North and South of the arena
  
• Victory or Defeat are the only ways out, until then the doors are sealed shut
  
• No hold barred
  

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My god, I was on cloud nine that day. As a warrior I fought, as a warrior I battled, nothing more nothing less, that's all that mattered to me. The crowd was incessantly chanting my name over and over as if I was a god among my worshipers. Towering over my most recently felled opponent I released a series of battle-cries with great furor, doing nothing more than feeding my own ego. Slowly had I spun around and around, elevating my arms up and down several times over, signaling the crowd to inebriate themselves in the madness and chaos I caused. With the southern door of the circular arena 2 meters at my back, I could have easily exited, but hell, why would I, no one could have possibly hoped to stop me now.

[☆ F ☆]

Existing as an homage to the old Kage grounds meant a spare arena would be present amongst these hallowed grounds, and as part of the restoration, I had ordered my crew to bring the fortress back in full form. Now, powered and active, a new challenge awaited me. Fortunately for me, I carried some previous knowledge of this battle they were Genjutsu specialists, said the dossier - so came armed and prepared for a quick victory. Now, as I stepped 10 meters away from the arena doors behind me, crimson lenses came to life with chakra, and in the process, caught sight of a lone figure in the distance.

"..."

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I said nothing, choosing instead to move forward. As it stood, we were roughly fifty meters apart.

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Sharingan III

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[Messatsu!]

My ego's feast was short lived, abruptly coming to an end all thanks to the presence of another. The crows assortment of screams and lustful cries for violence diminished, this was merely a sign for them longing for more entertainment, and as their keepers, It would have been rude of my to not deliver. Facing my opponent who had been off in the distance, I smiled like a crazed hyena that found their prey after days of starvation, he was walking forward with confidence, that much I could tell from the distance in which I stood. Unfortunately I had to shatter that source of confidence and establish my dominance just as I had done countless of times before.

"You better be ready worm. . .Your ass is grass!!"

Concurrently as I had spoken to my opponent had my hands sprunt to life, converging onto one another at near incomprehensible speeds, performing an ancient zodiac dance of the hand. As my ritual completed itself, I extracted chakra from my wellspring of intangible energies, beckoning forth my infamous illusions. To my opponent, I was positive that my attack would have been invisible to his eyes and before he could even have fathomed what I had done my left arm uplifted and outstretched itself. My fingers curled inwardly, clinging and choking the openness of air before me, aiming to choke my opponent from a fixed distance. My illusions were inescapable, this match was surely over.

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Hyper seal III

Tsukaeru (Darth Vader's Grip)
Rank: A - A - A - A - A - A
Type: Supplementary / Offensive / Touch Genjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Must be staring at victim, with their dominant arm and hand overstretched, and the fingers clinging the air and choking the victim as if the user was actually doing so. Affects up to one victim in 10 meters, plus 10 more each time retrained.
Description: The ultimate choke. Named supposedly after a fabled legend of children's manga, this illusion allows the caster to choke their victim's from a fixed distance as if they were actually doing so. The vice placed on their victim's neck is extremely hard, and if not dispelled, can be used to completely crush their throat.
Domain: Genjutsu - Illusion of Touch

[☆ F ☆]

And indeed it was.

Her forward stride, her confident walk, her embracing of the crowd; her smile. All signs of an assured soul, a being so convinced their way was the right one that anything else appearing before their blinded sight was merely another doubt waiting to be put away. And in this case, judging by the threat spewed forth from among a most sly, toothy grin, I had become her next doubt. Needless to say, I was frightened.

"...seriously!?"

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Casting the schoolyard insult aside, I continued my stride, cutting down our distance to nothing more than forty meters - but I would not stop there. No, I would not stop to calculate, argue, deliberate or crowd please. And I was certainly not going to stop once I saw her hands moving, the telltale sign of inevitable violence. No, for I had long committed within that I would not falter before trash. It seemed I had awoken to this world a new man; a Frankenstein.

Those colors and patterns...

...Genjutsu. Of course.

Though I was unfamiliar with the exact type of illusion being used on me, there was no lie Sharingan could not perceive. It came in the form of bursting colors, the illusionary chakra bursting like a mirage of rainbows. Unaffected, I would not succumb to the faux fear like my opponent intended, though I would pause; it was then that my figure disapeared in the blink of an eye, shimmering forward in an umpredicatble manner at amazing speeds. I could feel the chakra roaring within, accumulating within my appendages. I would not hesitate.

"..."

Ten lightning cutters, comprised of a unique thunder stronger than most, dispersed from within my claws and out towards the pointing fool without remorse. They aimed to cut her into ribbons from head to toe, horizontally so that she had no chance of escape. So much for grass.

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Sharingan III

Shimmering Shunshin [2/20]

Raiden (Thunder & Lightning)
Rank: D, C, B, A
Type: Passive / Raiton Ninjutsu
Range: -
Special: Allows the Makuden to cast Raiton jutsu using the gauntlets as medium. Works only on known Raiton jutsu equally ranked or lower.
Description: With enough training, the user of the Makuden begins to discover how to cast Raiton jutsu purely through the gloves.
Domain: Raiton. Makuden (Lightning Claws)

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[Messatsu!]

You were quite impressive in the ring, proving superior to your failed oppressors illusions with the might of your famed eyes. You displayed a gait of speed that was seemingly unattainable to those who have not been indoctrinated within the ways of the shinobi. You closed the distance, enough so that your makuden claws could successfully work their magic in reaching the woman, however, her life ended in a flash, but not by your own hands. A kunai, from behind, rived through the back of her neck, digging deep through layers of muscle and flesh, this was no ordinary man, he had the strength to throw kunai's at seemingly bullet speed.

". . .Weak.

A man hidden within the midst of the crowd spoke balefully, the woman who had plummeted towards the earth with her life being plundered from her vessel received not even a mote of mercy as the body in its entirety was torn asunder from your lightning attack. The crowd -int the stands- directly before you split apart to reveal the man as if he had been Moses parting the red sea. Slowly he descended the flight of stairs that led to a metal balcony which was primarily to keep citizen out, nevertheless with a swift vault, he plummeted feet first like a feather dancing through the winds. He landed before you in a soft crouch, adorning long hair and a black kimono with infamous sakura pedals woven masterfully into its fabrics. Finally completing his sensational and thrilling entrance, he spoke to you albeit reaching slowly to releast his ninjato from its prison.

"Excuse me but I must apologize for her display of skill, she was obviously far inferior to man such as yourself. . .Uchiha, Faust!"

[☆ F ☆]

Due to the distractions her incredulous attack had incurred over me, I, who toted the best eye in the business, was momentarily blind to the nagging truth hiding amongst the sea of people. And even after my foolish opponent's life was forfeit due to this truth, moments before the release of my own fury, I still hadn't seen him – it was only after she was struck by what seemed like a bullet, the back of her head jerking as her eyes widened in shock, that I had finally been revealed the truth. Unblind, I traced the source of the projectile back to the crowd, where its owner existed without a friend nearby; the crowd parted, much like the parting seas that escape the wrath of a God on earth. Interesting.

Yes, I agree...

...but then again, aren't you as well!?

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A rhetorical question really, given I had already made up my mind about his skill. However, while I was confident I was not careless – my eye, keen as can be, kept a close lock on his hands, whose potential for enhanced release compelled my guard to remain. While he chose to descend, I too would move, but only in the region of my hands. Fifteen meters or more separated our imminent clash, but by the time he landed and saw the earth from my vantage point, he'd find I had two figures at either of my side, prepared to assist me in proving a point. A bit of smoke from their creation lingered, trailing at the sides of my identical clones.

"Three of Six Paths active..."

“...now get low.”

Seriousness mixed in with lyrical swagger, a sign I was beginning to enjoy myself. A snide smile later, twin crimson remained trained hard on his overall hand movement while my two clones moved forward at a sudden quick sprint; I, remaining at the exact location I had birthed them, expected a snap at any time. Their approach would be from the man's extreme northeast and northwest, simultaneous attacks aiming to guarantee success based on sheer confusion. My chakra, churning and mixing within, was almost ready. Now, to let it come.

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Sharingan III


Raiton Bunshin no Jutsu (Shocking Clone Technique)
Rank: C, C B, B
Type: Supplementary / Raiton Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra: Mid
Special: Up to one clone can be made at a time, plus one more each time retrained. Because of its light essence, most physical strikes pass through the clone, and when struck, the clone's thundery essence submits whatever struck it with intense shocks, as if it had just struck the center of lightning bolt delivered directly from Zeus himself. Clone cannot perform any jutsu, but when defeated, it explodes in a burst of bolts, spreading its shocking essence everywhere. Explosion range covers 5 meters all around the clone, and leave victims caught in it paralyzed for a whole turn, friend and foe alike. User's 'Karai Shin' range determines how far the clones can travel from the user before dissipating, and once the user exits the thread in which they were created, clones automatically disperse.
Description: With this technique, the Raiton user is able to call upon aid from a perfect copy of themselves. Comprised purely of lightning, this clone retains the user movement speed and can share linked mental judgement. Best of all, due to its flowing essence, many solid attacks pass through the clone, shocking instead whatever was used to strike them. Finally, when defeated, the clone explodes into a storm of lightning that aims to take over the nearest opponent available, taking over their body whole as it is shocked.
Domain: Raiton. Karai Shin 'C'.

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[Messatsu!]

You were indeed quite hasty in your assault, refusing to allow even a mere second to be wasted. The man watched your every move, from the dancing of the hands to the glorious birth of your duplicates. He was impressed with you as he observed you with hidden interest, sifting through a plethora of attack strategies with his calculative mind. To him, you were merely a uchiha who was only a shadow of the six paths, half of what it history graphically represented itself to be. But even with that alone, he knew that genjutsu alone would not stop you, he needed something else, another 'variable' so to speak in order to swing the odds of the fight in his own favor.

Concurrently as the clones began carve away at the distance to their opponent, a light, wry smile peaked itself at the corners of the mans mouth before seemingly vanishing. With a quick second application of chakra to his beloved calves, his legs carried him on a near untraceable path¹, however, he had done so knowingly against the famed sharingan. Both of your clones symmetrically converged onto him, but antecedent to their arrival he'd slip past them by having traveled straight north, aiming for the head honcho instead. It was truly marvelous how such a simple technique allowed him to position himself 5 meters to your absolute front. Before long he spoke to you once more with a velvety smooth tone guided by a high sense of nobility. . .

"My my, underestimating me already with such simple trickery? Try again Uchiha boy

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1.)Shunshin

[☆ F ☆]

He would have no chance to speak, for he had fallen perfectly into the hunter's trap. Employing the clones to approach at such wide angles simultaneously while leaving a hole in the middle invited for a quick escape, and given the fact the real me remained at the end, it was all too welcoming; I cooed within at this poor sap's gullibility, almost feeling guilty for a moment before realizing my role in this world was that of a slayer, not a weeper; and so slay I would. Barely a less than a minute after the death of the woman who, thanks to my enhanced lightning, would tote remains unable to be identified by anyone, it seemed yet another murder would occur. Oh, my poor, poor conscience.

I, remaining at the exact location I had birthed them, expected a snap at any time...My chakra, churning and mixing within, was almost ready. Now, to let it come.

Having anticipated my opponent foolishly trekking within the realm of my trap, I had already begun to prepare my chakra for the imminent blast. Chakra, surging at my claws once more, would create yet another pair of cutters as vicious as before. Aimed at the apex of my opponent's rush, when his inability to alter his directionality was ensured, I would secure his bloody fate. Whether he was absent minded or cocky did not matter, for his challenge to Sharingan's predictive abilities would not got unpunished.

Both of your clones symmetrically converged onto him, but antecedent to their arrival he'd slip past them by having traveled straight north, aiming for the head honcho instead.

Keeping him in sight, his forward movement would be an easy prediction to an already orchestrated situation. And as all this occurred, my clones, which knew better upon their inception, broke apart as soon as the man disappeared; each further to the extremes from which they approached, so that they would remain clear of their master's fury. Now, as they turned, they anticipated bloody murder. Simply put, there would be no trickery, there would be no mocking tones, there would be no useless flaunting – before the newcomer could even finish his progression in order to utter his words, his body would be subject to the hatred of my lightning, ten times over, aimed from head to toe, ensuring even a quick flickering side-step would not grant him safety.

"...”

As my arms outstretched, scarlet lenses remained fixated on the enemy whose figure I anticipated to be shredded down at any point. Yet another sick smile came over me when I realized one thing - my current vantage point, five meters and counting as I hopped back while retaining him in sight, was as good as can be.

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Sharingan III


Raiden (Thunder & Lightning)
Rank: D, C, B, A
Type: Passive / Raiton Ninjutsu
Range: -
Special: Allows the Makuden to cast Raiton jutsu using the gauntlets as medium. Works only on known Raiton jutsu equally ranked or lower.
Description: With enough training, the user of the Makuden begins to discover how to cast Raiton jutsu purely through the gloves.
Domain: Raiton. Makuden (Lightning Claws)

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Type: Offensive / Raiton Ninjutsu
Range: Lightning claw slash bonus power, size and travel distance depends on the highest 'Raiden' rank known. 'D' ranked starts off with a 5 meter travel distance and a 5 meter long slash - each rank gained adds 5 extra meters to both, as well as increases the bonus damage.
Special: After gathering a sufficient amount of Raiton chakra in one's claws, they can unleash an open-palmed slash which extends a cutter of lightning from each finger tip uniformly. The result is sheer devastation, as the lethality of the strike is only rivaled by its sharpness.
Domain: Raiton. Makuden (Lightning Claws). Raiden.
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[Messatsu!]

Your perceptive capabilities - as always- had done nothing more than fulfill their purpose as slaves to your own power. There wasn't a move that your opponent couldn't have possibly made that you could perceive with crystalline purity. To the normal eye he traveled on an untraceable path, almost as if the winds themselves carried him across the expanse of the arena. That simple technique was rapid, so much so that altering ones path of movement is nigh impossible if not completely! Nevertheless the chances of the man escaping the wrath of your lightning that would make even Zeus himself bow before you was zero to none.

The suffocating hands of death curled about the mans soul, removing it abruptly from his life as surges of lightning energies rived through his fragile flesh, sending bone and muscle asunder. Geysers of blood poured forth from his fleshy vessel, aimlessly spraying into the air, reaching so far as to merely taint the tips of your footwear. A light, unpalatable thud echoed into the atmosphere as his lifeless body plummeted into the terra firma, lavishing the earth in red runs of deaths herald. Towering over your charred opponent, the crowd grew silence, appalled by your power and the hatred your lightning toted, but having long been desensitized, they roared your name, "FAUST! FAUST! FAUST! FAUST!". Inebriated once more on chaos and violence the crowd grew rampant, beginning a massive slug-fest of their own with random punches and kicks, almost as if I manifested into a mosh pit.