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 Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 3:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 9:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 11:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 12:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 2:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 3:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 6:56 pm
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Masahiro Hatake
‡ Konogakure ‡
‡ Raiton ‡ Doton ‡
‡ Jounin ‡
￥ Ryo: 800 ￥
AC: 00017,820
‡ Chakra :780/780 ‡ Sage Chakra :40/260 ‡ Stamina :460/460 ‡
A lone and wearied Masahiro entered the Academy grounds and took a look at what little scenery remained unchanged by the frantic assault of the Kyuubi and the UHV soldiers. He thought back to the situation that had presented itself to them at that point and with a quick gesture of his hands he brought his focus to a center, his body tensing up as his eyes turned to their odd red/green concentric heterochromatic form, his body began to gain more rigid features, tense, more muscularly fit and toned. His hair rose up slightly, pulling away from his face and framing it instead as lines of chakra materialization drew around his eyes and down his cheeks, a jagged line crossing from under his headband to make an upside down pyramid that met it's lowest point on the bridge of his nose. His fists tensed and drew back, a guttural growl passing his lips as they did so. His stance widening he took the first form of his kata.
[ 1/5 ]
As his stance widened he lowered himself to the ground in all his motions, bringing his left foot forward he then thrust out with his right hand, a grunt of exertion passing through him as he did not focus the proper weight behind the thrust. Their foes had taken them by surprise, and he was not sure how things would have fared for the village if he had not been around to assist in tying down the Kyuubi as it had attacked. It had been a matter of sheer luck he had been, and that he had known a technique specifically designed to take down beasts such as the bijuu and summons. Though the fact it was meant for bijuu was lost to him, it had just worked in a spur of the moment offense. The jounin withdrew his first thrust and spun his right leg around, reversing his stance in a one-hundred and eighty degree movement, before following back with his elbow and a sharp waist centred kick of his left leg to return himself through a full three-hundred and sixty degrees. Another growl met his lips.
[ 2/5 ]
He chuckled to himself as he listened to the animalistic sounds of his gruntings and musings, his hair whipping around his face as the momentum carried it forward and around. His dual coloured eyes stared out under the whisps that dared fall in front of his view and he leapt a short distance into the air, delivering a kick towards a foe that was not there, his eyes scanning through the area to make sure no students were witness to him. As he landed from the kick he twisted on the balls of his feet and began delivering a series of kicks from the hip, then from the knee, adjusting up and down as he would to keep a foe off balance. As each kick continued he growled and felt something odd forming in his chakra. The Senjutsu Chakra within him forming around the beastial impulse as it continued to work through him.
[ 3/5 ]
Instead of focusing now on the combat art, the Hatake lowered his stance once again, eyes focused forward as he did so. He stared directly into the makeshift eyes of one of the practice dummies that had been set out here in the courtyard and focused a wellspring of his chakra. When at first he couldn't wrap his mind around the technique he let out a bark at the thing, as if challenging it to come forward, but that had been it. It sunk into his mind now, the power came from the growl. The inner roar, the challenge of dominance.
[ 4/5 ]
Staking a firm stance now Masahiro drew back, a large burst of chakra building in his gut as he stared defiantly at the doll. The wellspring grew further and he began to understand the prospect of what to do with the energy he was building up inside of himself. He looked beyond just the target, but instead focused as if there were several targets ahead of himself, people who were aiming to cause him some relative discomfort, or worse yet to hurt his student. Koan. Fury overthrew his mind for the briefest moment and he growled once more, it was now. He let go of the fury and channeled it, throwing his voice with the supplemental power of Senjutsu, a loud roar of power surged forth from him, demanding respect and timidity from those around him as his hands instinctively went for his weapons.
[ 5/5 ]
Technique Learned: Dōbutsu Naki [ Hermit Art • Animal Roar ]
[Those I'm Interacting With]
[Techniques Utilized:]
Dōbutsu Naki [ Hermit Art • Animal Roar ]
Rank: B
[Techniques Active:]
Seal of the Celestial Boddhi [ 195/195 Chakra ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 10:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 10:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 6:43 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 10:40 am
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Masahiro Hatake
‡ Konogakure ‡
‡ Raiton ‡ Doton ‡
‡ Jounin ‡
￥ Ryo: 800 ￥
AC: 00017,820
‡ Chakra :780/780 ‡ Sage Chakra :120/260 ‡ Stamina :460/460 ‡
Masahiro now stood back from the devastation of the first Rasengan drew his hands back to his sides, the raw torrid amount of chakra building on both sides of him as if he were charging for a twin Chidori. Yet where the white lightning and chirping sound of the high electrical currents first sounded, soon the sound of winds rustling and the weight of pure chakra sat on the air, though in his hands still remained two balls of electrical white coloured chakra, with arcs cascading off of it's surface. A fierce growl passed over Masahiro's lips as he felt the strain of the power on his body pass over him. The winds around him seemed to cast inwards, drawing small bits of debris and dust into the storm of chakra. A slight chiming sound seemed to pass through the area as he widened his stance.
[ 1/7 ]
Masahiro drew his hands back around in front of him and stared into the twin what balls of power, wondering what secrets they held. His mind wandered and the dust around him in the courtyard began to kick up, swaying and growing in a higher storm of intensity. He brought the two spheres near each other and the chiming grew stronger as they began to resonate, shining brighter as they did so. The chakra resonance settled as he drew them back and suddenly they began to stabilize. He saw ahead of him the path, and thusly committed himself to it. The second step was taken.
[ 2/7 ]
His Masahiro then rushed across the grounds, making sure his body could move with both the Rasengan drawn. As he did so he felt the weight of them in his hand, although they were in truth just chakra and thereby should have been weightless. His eyes threw their weight behind his charge, dodging off of his ankle and foot he dove towards the next target of his choice. He laughed at the ease of movement and soon thrust his hand upwards. As his hand dove upwards into the target the first rasengan smashed directly into it, tearing it asunder as the left palm continued forward through it.
[ 3/7 ]
The first sphere of chakra dissipated in his palm as he continued to carry it through. He slid on the balls of his feet, twisting to face a secondary target. When he took his view on it he decided it would be a good test of how far he could carry the pitch before it shuttered itself out like the first one. His feet carried him across the courtyard once more, divining the full distance of the academy grounds. A grand smile met his lips, fading for a moment or two as he dove across the distance.
[ 4/7 ]
The inward distance of the courtyard seemed to shrink. His body grew more tense, feeling the tautness of his legs. The same tautness spread across all the muscles of his body as he continued his sprint. His sense of awareness spread out further, making him take notice of the world around him. He wanted to feel the chaos, the damage, he craved the destruction it would bring. Something about him seemed to be entirely off centre.
[ 5/7 ]
His mind was in disarray, twisted and drawn off the path. His body was terse and aching with expenditure already. He hadn't been aware of his own drain and the call he had put on his body. Yet still he tore on, seeking some level of vengeance perhaps, or maybe it was understanding. To his eyes the targets represented his personal fears and angers. This was about balancing himself, founding his lotus and taking a seat upon it, by experiencing the hatred others often denied.
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The thrust power surged forward as Masahiro screamed, primal fury echoing through his veins and lungs. He leapt over the course and drew his right hand up, grasping the rasengan that remained. His eyes opened fully and his awareness centered on the target before him. The palm thrust forward, waves of pressure cresting down on the chest of the dummy before him. His mind cleared as the overload of power left his mind and body. Kneeling down to the ground amid the remains of the target he sighed, his body flushing the power of Sennin Mode. He let himself come back to normality, having mastered the Rasen Rasengan.
[ 7/7 ]
Technique Learned: Rasen Rasengan [ Dual Spiral Spheres ]
[Those I'm Interacting With]
[Techniques Utilized:]
Rasen Rasengan [ Dual Spiral Spheres ]
Rank : A
[Techniques Active:]
Seal of the Celestial Boddhi [ 195/195 Chakra ]
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:19 pm
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Masahiro Hatake
‡ Konogakure ‡
‡ Raiton ‡ Doton ‡
‡ Jounin ‡
￥ Ryo: 800 ￥
AC: 00017,820
‡ Chakra :620/780 ‡ Sage Chakra :---/260 ‡ Stamina :460/460 ‡
As the wave of Senjutsu Chakra burst forth from his body and he took to exit the form Masahiro stood alone in the courtyard, lest the young Senju boy have remained. His hair fell back to it's natural position and the lines of chakra materialization began to slowly dissipate, drawing back and away from his cheeks to rest at his eyes before finally disappearing altogether. The form of his body reverted to that of it's natural form, still fit and trim but without the excess muscular definition and chiseling. The final reform to his original form was that of his eyes reverting back from the hard lined rings of red and green, back to their natural viridian forest. His body seemed to steam as the chakra escaped it, and left behind was a man who seemed serene in near any sense. Yet the struggle beneath was anything but serene.
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His reliance on Sennin mode was becoming something of a disturbing habit already, however. This was a fact he knew and faced down, the grim face of reality facing back at him. He must become stronger so that he can combat this fact, or so he told himself. His hands reaching down to his sides, still balled in fists from before. He visibly forced himself to relax and let his chakra manifest throughout his body, arcs of rising lightning passing along the frame of his form as he did so. The elemental raiton rose throughout him as he began to focus it inward, his muscles receiving a similar shock in growth as they did when he trained himself in the usage of Senjutsu.
[ 2/10 ]
The acceptance of the raiton into his body began to show more and more as stronger blasts of cobalt electricity began to bound along his arms and legs. They were weak at first, but with each passing moment more and more of them began to appear, showing the effects of what he sought to accomplish. The man's hairs started to raise and fly loose, the effect of high voltages showing throughout his entire form. Sparks danced across his headband, veins throbbed to show through skin layers, his stance shifted slightly and the stones beneath his feet crackled and scattered with the power, attempting to ground him. His very being, his soul essence was accepting this change, and he intended to flaunt it now. As the bright lights surrounding him, sheering from his own body, began to intensify he closed his eyes, feeling his clothing starting to rise from the same static effect that had lifted his hair earlier. A look of grim dedication passed over his face.
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The grim dedication manifested itself shortly thereafter, as Masahiro began to feel the real burn and pain of the technique's initial applications. He had undergone the resistance training, he had made himself able to adapt to the kinds of pressure and amperage the release of raiton had let out of him. Yet now as it worked it's way back into him it began to take on a new life of hatred and pain for him. His very innards screamed the agony, his muscles twitched and spasmed, yet he remained standing only through the sheer force of will to do so. His eyes clenched shut as his hands drew tighter into balled fists, nails digging into the flesh and creating superficial cuts into it as they did so. His mind grew heavy under the strain, yet still he couldn't allow himself to be overburdened.
[ 4/10 ]
The continued torture and abuse of his body was already becoming evident, but the physical attribute gains were growing around him. His muscular structure was defining in new methods, the electrical stimulation forced the muscle into levels of growth it hadn't faced before. Although, to be fair, it also left them feeling like groggy weights that were not meant to do much else besides remain locked in this rigid position. The Hatake could hear the noise of the electrical chatter around himself and within no time was dragging his body back into the realm of consciousness. This was not something he could simply allow his body to fall prey to. It was something he would now utilize to better himself.
[ 5/10 ]
Now, his body began to slowly grow used to the self-submitted torment and the Hatake stood firm. His muscles began to relax under the strain of constant synapses firing, his legs able to move once more, his mind no longer as fleeting, but instead beginning to clear with each passing moment. His heart began to match the consistent pulsing that the raiton forced it into, no longer arrhythmic, but instead adapting and flushing blood at the required rate to the rest of his body. The weary feeling at his finer extremities had begun to fade, and once again he was gaining back the ability to feel the limbs individually. He was now able to fully move his body, and ready to punish himself further.
[ 6/10 ]
He lamented, he had only come to the point of being able to feel his body in it's entirety again when now he was forced by his own volition to violate that standing once more. Spreading his fingers out and focusing his chakra to a center Masahiro flushed a dangerous amount of raiton from his body. So vast was this amount that it simply denied the strength of his Chidori currents, and the hands now so used to dealing with them were feeling the ache and burn of this. His head spun, and arcs of light transgressed his body once more, such he could see from behind his eyelids. As he opened his eyes, however, he felt a larger burst of power from somewhere seated within himself, throwing up a defensive wall of electrical chakra in a cloak around him. So fiercely so that when leaves kicked off the trees, blown by the wind that blew the scent of smoke around the ruins of Konoha, it burst into flames before withering into ashes.
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The cold, yearning white of his own chakra began to resonate in the cobalt strikes of raiton. His eyes adjusted to the mangled mess of electricity, and shortly thereafter the amount of chakra built around him had become so strong he could physically see the white chakra which enveloped around himself. His body was enshrouded in it, his mind was consumed by it, and he knew while it would be fleeting, it would be enough to set him up for greater things to come. With this he would not have to rely on Senjutsu alone from the beginning of conflict, with this his already considerable Bukijutsu skills would be increased. With this he would be able to pierce a hole in the armor of any opponent who stood before him.
[ 8/10 ]
Now the Hatake stood, his body formed and accepting of the jutsu he had pieced together from the different methods he had procured over the last few years. His appreciation of everything his clan granted him came to a forefront. Yet still he wasn't satisfied. Still he knew the power that was to come, and he saw the war that had become inevitable. These people had attacked Konohagakure at it's weakest, and it would respond at it's strongest. Undoubtedly.
[ 9/10 ]
With his body now able to withstand the pure amount of raiton pulsing through it, and with his reactions speed matched, Masahiro stood defiant in the courtyard. Looking at a fourth and final target dummy he took two steps back before making a frentic dash at the thing, realizing just how fast his body was now moving. It looked as though there had been further bonuses than he had expected. He twisted on his heel and with the left leg swept upwards, taking the doll's head off with a quick gesture. Following the gesture with a killer thrust he felt his bare hand sink through the doll, bursting it from within.
[ 10/10 ]
Technique Learned: Raiton no Yoroi [ Lightning Armor ]
[Those I'm Interacting With]
[Techniques Utilized:]
Raiton no Yoroi [ Lightning Armor ]
Rank: S
[Techniques Active:]
Raiton no Yoroi [ Lightning Armor ] [ Rank: S ] 1/5
Seal of the Celestial Boddhi [ 195/195 Chakra ]
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 8:30 pm
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