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Senkusha no Magen (Harbinger of the Demon Illusion)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Inton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 25 meters
Handseals: No
Chakra: --
Special: Allows the user the ability to create, control and move Inton (Yin) chakra of their own for multiple purposes. Range of illusion control and projection depends on the highest rank known.

D: 5 meter range
C: 10 meter range
B: 15 meter range
A: 20 meter range
S: 25 meter range

Description: Inton, the Yin Release, is based on the spiritual energy that governs the imagination and can be used to create form out of nothingness. At at mere whim, Yin Release masters are able to convince their targets that they are actually seeing or experiencing things created by the illusionist. Precise chakra control is a must with this art and proper training clears the avenue for other techniques to be learned, still they all rely on one founding principle - the user's ability to cause hallucinations from a distance.
Domain: Inton.

You really are rash, aren't you?

The voice, and the woman who used it, had followed him. He moved slower now, carefully removing branches and trees from their path...wherever it was they were headed, and as she neared closer, would hold them aside as if done on her behalf. Through brush discolored by dew that sparked as it touched the grass, and soil previously undisturbed by the steps of others, the two would soon seem to be walking side by side. He ignored her observation, and listened as she questioned him about exactly what had happened.

Tell me, Akuharu, what exactly are these beasts doing here? And as you didn't quite answer my question from before; which coincidentally, is more important now than it was when I initially asked it - I would appreciate it if you could respond accordingly--

What are you, doing here?

He sighed heavily, choosing how he would answer with a bit more reserve than was probably necessary. There is something about her... but the thought was quickly extinguished. She was infuriating. That's what it was. The way she casually discarded her haughty condescending arrogance whenever it suited her. The way she demanded answers for the crime of existing in a place he had every right to wander for no reason other than his own amusement. Her lips....her eyes....No. She simply angered him far more than he'd normally have allowed, that was all, of course.

During the first war, shinobi were not seen as 'enough' to end the near constant fighting. They were a quickly dying resource, and once the Bijuu were allowed to fight on behalf of the countries that controlled them, no lone ninja, nor an army of his comrades, was enough to combat their might.

To stem the tide of assault, Summons were contracted rapidly, but without respect for the power they represented. They were seen only as more weapons, and many of the Shinobi who sought them out were dishonest and cruel; they wanted to capitalize on the great beasts power and didn't care what cost it would impose, so long as their methods were effective.

They developed a corrupting seal, one they thought would give them the advantage in combat. Normally, once a Summons has exhausted their chakra, or been defeated in battle, they merely return to their own realm. Their contract in the Land of Men is temporary, not a burden, but a boon. This corrupting seal overrode that safeguard, forced the Summons to remain in the Land of Men, even to the point of their death, as the shinobi who'd contracted them harvested power even from their dying forms to create something new.

They created the Kaijuu.

Like summons, they were beasts of incredible power, but they were not whole. They were monstrous, wild; no contract could hold them and regardless of the corrupting seal's influence they would not die. They absorbed the personalities and power of they're own defeated brethren, consumed them, and turned on their creators almost immediately after being birthed into the world.

He paused, holding out his hand impatiently to assist her over a large tree whose base had been broken in half before them. His eyes scanned the area, and he noticed that this particular outcropping of forest had been recently destroyed; more tree's like the first, leaves burnt or blown against unnatural formations of stone, crystal shards growing over beds of dead flowers and fires that burned without a source. Something terrible had been here. Recently.

The Kaijuu could not return to the true realm of The Summons, as they had been birthed in our world, and instead, they created a new realm for their own kind, a layer of hell pressed into the shadow beneath the surface of Mount Myoboku. I traveled there, and my presence disturbed their leader.

That was him.

He allowed her to move first through a hanging grotto of human-sized grass rising like green blades through fauna and flora that had no names. As she walked ahead, he caught himself staring at her pass, but remained silent for a few seconds more, before

I'm not quite sure where I am now, but if I keep heading towards the setting sun, I should reach a coast soon.

What I was doing there, was searching for my brother.



Why are you here?

You were strangers when you first met; but this day cemented your joining of a brotherhood hailed as one of the most important professions to the business of war. The most basic skills, those pertaining to the more calculated aspects of craft, the physical toll that hammer and anvil take, those are what you will learn over the next few months as now, you sit and eat with your teachers. Though they believe in what at first seemed to be different ideals, it is the heart of the craft, the theory and thought placed behind each moment spent building, that will stick with you, and over time, what you are able to understand and demonstrate increase in complexity by a near immeasurable degree.

You will come to consider this place a home away from home as the months pass, learning and growing, and when you finally depart with the essential lessons they have passed on, it will be up to you to find a balance between the teachings found within what can never again be seen as a simple grass hut. But just like the warriors your art will now adorn, working together with others has solidified your resolve. You are more than a gathering of students and teachers. You are an unwavering call to arms, a movement, the continuing will of a legacy of masters cast in iron.

The learning process is over. But your story has just begun.

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C Ranked Takumi Test Event - Complete!
ooc: I think you've done a great job Kreth. As far as I'm concerned, you're more than eligible to become a craftsman.

It is called Ysotloth. A convergence of earth spitting fire beneath a surface that strides the same land acting as its frost covered shell. It is a living mountain. Thousands of meters in size, walking the rock plains of Kaminari No Kuni, its steps crush miles of countryside to leave a web of pockmarked road over fields where lesser land masses boil up like great stone blisters covered in grass. It is blind and ravenous. When it breathes, the surrounding trees buckle in a collapsed vacuum of sky and it spouts heavy clouds of ash that conceal the sun.

It is not searching for you. It moves only by instinct and attacks nothing; it has evolved beyond that. It's few individual thoughts are difficult to know.

You arrived near a valley plagued by gray mist. There is little to distract you from the dancing earthquake sounds vibrating impatiently through the dirt.

Whatever you seek, search for it now, even if only to satisfy the nervous compulsion of necessary fear.

Stay alive.

Ysotloth approaches.

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Quest - Tolstoy [Summons]
Proceed.

You have illuminating energies. I could feel them from quite a distance away. What were you doing, falling from the skies, stranger?

Huh?

He sat up suddenly, then twisted his face and coughed once, a number of blades of grass being forced out as he heard a voice make its way through the surrounding wilds. He turned his head, and saw a woman, and then...

...he frowned.

How hard did I hit my head? I've never hallucinated about beautiful women giving me compliments before. That's kind of depressing, actually.

He said to himself, his voice low, shaking his head back and forth vigorously in an attempt to reassert his senses. As he turned back in the direction of the hallucination, he saw that it had not disappeared, and then suddenly his senses came roaring back. He could smell her; he saw that she left a shadow in the grass and heard the sound of her clothes blowing in the wind and then with shocking certainty he realized that she was a real person, and had actually spoken to him, and a blush overcame him, and his mouth hung open just a little.

He couldn't think of what to say. It was not love at first sight or anything so contrived, he simply hadn't expected anyone to find him so soon, and so he stared at her for a while without saying anything at all. He cocked his head to one side quizzically while taking in her appearance; it was not a lecherous look, merely one that sought to understand exactly what was happening. He'd been laying there. Then. Someone appeared. A woman. She asked you something. Speak!

Fell.

He said, pointing at the sky, then pointing back to himself.

Ow.

He added, reaching up to hold the back of his head, and struggling slowly to his feet.

I'm Akuharu.

He told her, holding out his hand for her to shake,as his eyes scanned the sky for more signs of the beasts that hunted him. He looked back at her, studying the shape of her face, and smiled uncontrollably, unused to being able to move his mouth freely, then looked down at his feet and frowned, then looked up to speak at her and smiled again against his will, then said in a tense voice

We should go. I mean...you don't have to, but I'd rather that you came with me...I mean...not with me because you don't know me but I mean you could get to know me I guess...I mean, no, I'm just, I'm lost so I don't really know where i'm going, I mean we should probably not stick around this area, cause if more of those things are following me, you're pretty. I mean, you could be pretty. HURT. You could get pretty hurt. Not that you could be pretty, because you're pretty pretty already, not that you need me to tell you that, but I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, not that I would let anything happen to you...I mean, not that you would need me to save you because that's silly, we don't know each other...not that I wouldn't save you though, I mean...I don't know what I mean.

This was his third real conversation with a woman during his adult life.


He did not feel that it was going well.

1. The disintegrating effect is what's maintained by the chakra upkeep. As it is a wave that bursts out when first formed, that is the reason behind it burning through so many layers when first created; the wave itself is used to introduce the foreign eroding chakra into the body of the opponent, and if continuously fed, continues to seep through. As it states, after the initial forming, it destroys one layer of skin completely each turn, and if you require a more thorough term-laden breakdown, i can provide one.