Training Amongst Teammates (Closed)
Jun 4, 2011 2:54:38 GMT -8
Post by Fuck Yeah! on Jun 4, 2011 2:54:38 GMT -8
Nan-Kaizou (Way of the Snake - Soften Modification)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Clan Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Special: By default, this jutsu allows the user to move one appendages (legs or arms) to stretch. With each rank earned, one more appendage can be stretched at the same time, as well as for longer distances. The head and torso can only be stretched once the user learn the ‘S’ ranked version of this jutsu. Stretching distance begins at 10 meters, and increases by 10 with each new rank attained.
Description: Nan Kaizou is one the most essential Kagehebi ninjutsu technique, as it allows a ninja to make their body extremely malleable, much like a snake. It was originally developed for spying activities, but perfected in the hands of the Kagehebi and their natural snake-infused blood. When used the clan member can stretch and twist their body at any angle, allowing them to surprise their opponents, spy on situations normally out of reach, and react much like a snake would. The only drawback is that while malleable, their bodies are highly susceptible to damage in this form as their bone structure is no longer ‘normal’.
Domain: Kagehebi. Must know 'Nan Kaizou' of equal rank.
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Can't turn shit into anything but shit
God damnit, I hate having to work with these fucking peasants.
Nothing infuriated Viserys as much as being required to work with anyone that wasn't related to him. The noble ninja didn't have a splendid view of non-Dragos and that was putting it mildy. Being forced to work in a squad as a gennin was one thing. While he could hardly stand it, he needed it to gain his rank of chuunin and leave the village like he did previously. Mentoring one on the other hand was an entirely different issue all together and one he wouldn't take lightly.
Clothed in his finest training clothes, the main would be decked out in black silks and obsidian chainmail. Pulled from a story of the dark night himself, he wore his golden snake sigil proudly and elegantly walked to the course. Golden spear swaying gently on his back, moving to and fro in step with the motions of his hip. The seven foot long "Peasent Slayer" as he called it, had seen bloodshed numerous times before. This would be one of the first times, however, that he unsheathed it to neither instruct a kinsman or slay a foe.
Arriving at the grassy spot shortly after his "student", his perpetual expression of spite and disgust would be firmly plastered across his face. Despite the perfectly overcast yet warm weather they were enjoying, he wouldn't be shaken from his realm of contempt for the lower ninja. Too him now and forever, she would always be nothing more then another piece of garbage for him to eventually cleanse the earth of.
For now though, he would tolerate her presence, even train her a bit. As long as it meant keeping the kage off his back ,he would teach this girl everything he knew. Gripping up his spear, he'd stretch out his legs, extending his body forty meters forward to see the girl behind a tree. Just as putrid as he originally expected her to be, she was certainly no Dragos.
Come on then, let's begin shall we.