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Axcel leaned against the cliff behind him as Jiro began to prepare for his jutsu training. It would not take the kid long to get ready, evident by the string of hand seals that would follow shortly after being told to create an arm guard of ice. It was a simple task, one that even Jiro could pull off on his first try if he wished. An arm guard of ice would indeed form, succeeding in not disappointing Axcel. Though, despite having formed what Axcel had requested, he was certain it lacked the capability of actually acting as an extension for the technique he had intended to teach.

“That armguard will serve as a tool,” Axcel began, his voice carrying itself across the snowy ground as he remained in his position. His left hand moved itself in front of his person, his arm being raised so the hand itself was near his face. Three hand seals formed in a flash, and ice would manifest from the air, circulating his forearm before coming together to form an arm-guard around the shinobi’s wrist. “A tool that can help you in a number of ways.”

When the armguard had formed, Axcel swiped his arm across the air, and parted his lips once more to speak. “This is the Frost Armament.” Pausing for a few moments, Axcel could feel chakra circulating through his body and eventually directing itself towards his left arm and into the frozen guard itself. In an instant, the ice guard that wrapped itself around the shinobi’s forearm would extend outward, forming a katar. Upon doing so, Axcel swiped his arm across the air a few times, the sound of a blade whistling through the air could be heard, putting to rest any possible doubts that the guard was just for show.

Afterwards, Axcel released another pulse of chakra, causing the guard to reshape itself once more. This time, it spread out from all sides, forming a shield. It resembled a buckler of some sort, and was more than capable of functioning as the very shape it imitated. In fact, because it was formed from ice forged by Axcel’s very own chakra, it was likely sturdier than any regular buckler could have hoped to be. The variety it offered was immense--but now it was Jiro’s turn.

“Go on--try it.”

Upon performing the Kamaitachi technique, Axcel would shift his gaze towards Jiro, making sure the kid was watching the technique in action. The kid was indeed watching carefully--he was practically entranced at the sight of his own Yuki Oni no Bunshin being cut away at every angle. The reason for that was obvious enough. Jiro was probably excited that he was learning a technique capable of such a feat--which was no surprise considering that the Kamaitachi jutsu was a very useful one. Anyone who had the opportunity to witness such a technique knowing that they would be learning it soon after would be thrilled.

Upon witnessing his clone receive several dozens of cuts and falling upon the snowy ground, it was now Jiro’s turn to give the technique a try. Would he be capable of doing the technique? Axcel had enough faith in the kid would pull it off--after all, as a sensei, Axcel had prepared him perfectly to try it. In fact, he expected that the kid would be capable of doing it in one try! Amber eyes followed the boy as he prepared his attempt.

Not long after, a gust of wind would be fired from the boy’s arm, the wind taking form of a funnel and resembling a tornado as it approached the Yuki Oni no Bunshin. The tornado was small in size, much like Axcel’s own which had dispersed long ago. It was about five meters in diameter, and would likely only be capable of traveling ten meters before scattering into fleeting winds. The bunshin was lifted into the air from the technique. Already having been wounded from earlier, it was not fortunate enough to survive the incoming attack--being torn to shreds despite being hardened by the kid’s chakra.

“Good!” Axcel clapped slowly, though his voice lacked any enthusiasm, his praise was genuine. “So you’re capable of using Fuuton after all? I bet you didn’t know that!” He said with a laugh and joyful grin on his face. As for the next technique? Well--it looked like they were returning to Hyouton based ninjutsu. “I want you to form am armguard of some sort around your wrist,” Axcel said, forgetting to specify the nature. “An ice armguard, of course.” Axcel added, being quick to fix his mistake. Now all he had to do was wait.

When Shouta formed the special seal, one which Axcel had already memorized, a duplicate of himself was brought forth into the world. It appeared to be a perfect copy, and if it was capable of everything Shouta would soon say it was, then it would be a force to be reckoned with. Axcel gazed the copy as he awaited an answer from Shouta, expecting some the clone to be able to perform some sort of god-like feats considering it was considered kinjutsu that was exclusive to high ranking shinobi. For a few minutes, everything was quiet, however eventually the silence was broken by Shouta speaking.

Axcel listened intently as Shouta spoke--his language and demeanor reminding him of some of the aristocrats Axcel had met in his day. The shinobi of Kumo really knew his stuff. With a simple nod, Axcel would acknowledge everything Shouta had to say regarding what made the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu so special and differed it from the other bunshin techniques. So it was capable of performing any technique Axcel was, eh? That seemed quite useful! If used properly, the technique could be devastating despite it’s immense cost on a user’s chakra reserves. Axcel was beginning to understand why the technique was regarded as such a powerful jutsu.

Shouta would go on to explain that the technique replicated weaponry as well, something else that peaked Axcel’s interest. However, as he spoke, signs of some depressing weather began to be revealed. Shit--a storm? Axcel thought to himself, realizing that training under such conditions was unsuitable considering how much concentration a technique of this caliber would require. When Shouta asked Axcel to give it a try, Axcel nodded enthusiastically.

“With haste? Psh--it’ll be done in no time!” The Rokudaime replied with a cheeky grin, his hands closing in on one another as he spoke. He made sure to form the special hand seal Shouta had used a few minutes ago when forming his own Kage Bunshin. Axcel imagined a perfect clone beside himself, complete with it’s own chakra network with equipment to boot. The lad’s own chakra began to flow through his body, and without warning it would suddenly pulse, the creation of Axcel’s bunshin beginning.

A plume of smoke would erupt beside Axcel, and in a few moments the smoke would begin to fade away. Had he succeeded. . .?