Amarantha shook her head and took a few deep breathes as Yugure trained. There was not point in losing her temper, after all it was exactly what he wanted her to do. She watched him train and shook her head. As annoyed as she got with him, she was not one of the many who underestimated him. Amarantha was well aware of what he was capable of, if he were to put his mind to it. She stood up when he asked if she would join him outside, "Sure, I don't see why not." She brushed herself off and shook out the bottom of her coat. Once that was done she looked at her cousin and tilted her head towards the door with a single raised eyebrow, as if to ask him if he was ready to leave the building now.
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The ones who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones that do.
Yugure smiled as she agreed to go outside with him. He led her outside, holding her hand and leading her to the exterior, a sparring area outside of the Academy where the pair in their classes learned most of the basics. He grinned and grabbed the cloud that was still following him, trailing about 3 yards behind, and pulsed chakra into it, stretching the cloud and tossing it to the sky. [1/2] The cloud drifted lazily to the sky, darkening as it rose up and stretched to 3 yards in diameter. He rose his hand up and brought his hand down, causing the cloud to break apart and snow began to fall on the duo. Yugure held his hand out, catching a snowflake and laughing, tossing a flirty look in Meran's direction. [2/2 Learned!]
The male smiled and formed another Hatsuyuki cloud. He grabbed it and shaped and formed it into a large ball, a mischievous grin on his face. He looked to Meran and lifted the cloud up as if to show her the beach ball sized ball of fluffy cloud material. [1/3] Turning to the dummy situated by the pond, the red haired male looked down to the scroll, double checking what he's supposed to do. He let go and sat down, the ball hovering where he left it. He read for but a moment before standing up, spinning in a circle and striking the cloud ball with his palm, sending it forward with a pulse of his chakra. [2/3] The cloud flew forward with the force of a thrown projectile, hitting the ground beside the dummy and the pond. The cloud exploded in a burst of freezing winds, laced with white snow, swirling rapidly. The immediate area of the grass and water froze, grass turning brittle and an ice shell forming on the pond, frost covering and encompassing the side of the dummy. [3/3 Learned!]
Yugure let out a sigh, smile on his face. Moving onto the next technique, he sat down on the grass, picking the scroll up. His next technique to learn didn't require any form of his Hatsuyuki, so he stood up and looked towards the dummy. [1/3] He formed a single handed handseal and held it to his chin, taking a few breaths. After a moment, he began to gather chakra in his chest and throat. At last, he took a deep breath. [2/3] He then released it, exhaling and blowing a cone of freezing wind outwards towards the dummy. The cone of wind was 3 feet wide and pushed an additional 4 feet beyond the dummy located 10 feet away, rapidly diminishing in power. The wind was cold, and contained sharp bits of frozen snow, cutting and nicking the dummy as it lacerated past him. [3/3 Learned!]
The male laughed and walked over to his cousin. He sat down on the bench a little ways away and laid down, resting his head in her lap, looking up at her. "You make the perfect pillow. I'm looking forward to making good on my promise to marry you~"
Passives: Tsumetai [ Cold to the Touch ] Description: The skin of each Shinsetsu clan member is chilled; producing a refreshing, almost intoxicating aura. This aura does not stretch far from one's person, and only the Shinsetsu and those in direct contact with him/her can truly appreciate the feeling. Because of this attribute, humidity is a foreign concept to the Shinsetsu, and only the most extreme of heats will cause those within Tsumetai's effect to break a sweat. Additionally, this consistent cold has weathered their skin and innards, providing an internal and external resistance to freezing temperatures. Although not exactly topical, it should be noted that thanks to their relaxing aura, the Shinsetsu are considered some of the most desirable lovers in the world.
Techniques Used: Hatsuyuki [ First Snow ] Rank: D :: Spiritual Description: This technique allows the Shinsetsu to release and shape the various chakra of their body; creating pure white clouds with only a single handsign as needed preparation. Hatsuyuki clouds are the size of a human adult's torso, can be motioned freely through the air—following the creator's hand gestures, and spread out and twisted like sheets of sand for various purposes; but often must maintain a clod-like shape when being used for other techniques. The only real restriction to their moldability being that the white lumps stay within a three (3) yard radius of their creator at all times. The clouds, at first glance, are nothing but clusters of snow; though closer examination would prove such initial observances merely skimming glances. The white that makes up these clouds is extremely cold, as a result of the creation process of instantaneously, yet consistently mixing water chakra, wind chakra, and the Shinsetsu's naturally frigid chakra. The user may only have a set number of Hatsuyuki active at a time ( dictated by rank ), but clouds can be replaced after they have been used as material for other techniques. Must learn before proceeding to other techniques. Does not receive learning reductions. According to your status rank, the number of clouds you produce with each usage of this technique, and the number of clouds you can maintain differ.
Techniques Learned: Kousetsu [ Snowfall ] Yukibakudan [ Snowbomb ] Fuyu no Ibuki [ Breath of Winter ]
Amarantha watched Yugure train for a while, sitting down on a bench as she did so. When he made it snow, however, she rolled her ruby eyes at Yugure's antics. As good as he could be, he was quite childish. Though she could only chalk it up to his parents being far different from her own mother's way of raising her. She sighed, which blew her bangs out of her eye for just a moment. But when he put his head in her lap and told her that he would make good on his promise to marry her, she didn't even hesitate. She dumped his butt on the ground with a harsh shove. She stood up and drew her rapier, then placed the tip of the blade against his throat,"I should rip your vocal chords out right here and now. I should have done it years ago!" She hissed, eyes narrowed as she glared at her cousin. Forget not reacting to Yugure, she would kill him.
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The ones who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones that do.
The red headed Shinsetsu laughed happily as he was shoved hard, falling on the ground as she pulled her rapier free. She pressed it to his throat and he only laughed harder, pleased to have finally gotten her upset. He pushed the rapier off to the side, nicking his neck and causing a thin cut which blood began to trickle from. He stood up and gave her a light hug, keeping his neck away from her to not stain her coat her father gave her and let her feel his new aura for the first time, the coolness that surrounded him now being shared from their close proximity. "Ah you're the best~ So firey when you're angry. I love you, Meran, don't change." He said, pulling back after a moment, his face red from his laughter and smiling at her happily.
Passives: Tsumetai [ Cold to the Touch ] Description: The skin of each Shinsetsu clan member is chilled; producing a refreshing, almost intoxicating aura. This aura does not stretch far from one's person, and only the Shinsetsu and those in direct contact with him/her can truly appreciate the feeling. Because of this attribute, humidity is a foreign concept to the Shinsetsu, and only the most extreme of heats will cause those within Tsumetai's effect to break a sweat. Additionally, this consistent cold has weathered their skin and innards, providing an internal and external resistance to freezing temperatures. Although not exactly topical, it should be noted that thanks to their relaxing aura, the Shinsetsu are considered some of the most desirable lovers in the world.
Amarantha growled at him and huffed before she crossed her arms over her chest. She knew him well enough, she knew that he would not cut himself on her sword unless he wanted to. So he had something in mind. She shook her head and moved further away from him and continued to glare at her fellow redhead. Something that they had both gained from their mothers. She sighed and shook her head before she made a couple motions with her hands, as if to tell him to shoo. "I have my own training to do, and judging by the fact that you let my blade cut you, I'd say you plan on doing some medical jutsu. Get to it, you lazy fool." She huffed at him with narrowed eyes. She wouldn't mention it to him at the moment, she was too irritated with his antics to do something like compliment him. But his new cool aura felt so much like how she remembered her Aunt Aoi's hugs felt. It was nice in how nostalgic it felt.
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The ones who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones that do.
Yugure smiled at the stubbornness of his cousin and nodded. "Very well~ Enjoy your training Meran~! I love you." He said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek before returning inside after gathering up his scrolls before she could get angry at him again.
Once inside, he returned his clan scroll to its place and went into a private room with some medical practice dummies. The first thing he had to do was clean his hands of serious bacteria. He held his hands out and focused his chakra, visualizing the bacteria burning away as his hands cleaned themselves to medical grade sanitation. [1/1 Learned]
Once his hands were clean, he examined the scroll and looked it over with a hum. Before him was a dummy with a 'stagnant chakra flow.' He approached it and placed his hands on it's chest and stomach, using his own chakra to begin the circulation of the chakra, letting it flow through the dummy. [1/1 learned!]
He sighed lightly before he wiped up the blood trailing from his cut down to his shirt and soaking into it. He sighed and looked at his blood. "Man, Meran, you make it too easy to want to get a rise out of you..." He said. "Oh well, it's who she is, and I'm who I am." He chuckled. [1/3] He read through the scroll and saw what he was looking for, what had interested him in medical skills when he was in the academy. It was a basic medical technique that had been demonstrated by a Chuunin. The heal was a very minor one, but it would serve its purpose. [2/3] He gathered chakra to the palms of his hands and covered up the nick he had let Meran give him. It was a warmish sensation, and it tickled as the wound closed itself and reformed. Yugure moved his hand and wiped some of the blood away, examining it in a mirror until he was satisfied that he had closed it fully. [3/3 Learned!]
Passives: Tsumetai [ Cold to the Touch ] Description: The skin of each Shinsetsu clan member is chilled; producing a refreshing, almost intoxicating aura. This aura does not stretch far from one's person, and only the Shinsetsu and those in direct contact with him/her can truly appreciate the feeling. Because of this attribute, humidity is a foreign concept to the Shinsetsu, and only the most extreme of heats will cause those within Tsumetai's effect to break a sweat. Additionally, this consistent cold has weathered their skin and innards, providing an internal and external resistance to freezing temperatures. Although not exactly topical, it should be noted that thanks to their relaxing aura, the Shinsetsu are considered some of the most desirable lovers in the world.
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Techniques Learned: Kiyomaru [ Cleanse ] Gien to Kairan [ Donation and Circulation ] Chiyute No Jutsu: Karui [ Healing Hands Technique: Minor ]
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༺ Honō Hokorii༻tab [ "A supplement to all others, yet weak on its own." ]tab
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Honō had been dismissed from Acting Hokage Shi-sama's office some time ago, and it had been a demanding test to the Hokori's mental willpower and servitude. 'Answering that may violate the client's request for privacy,' was the phrase that had burned itself into his tongue with the number of times it had been repeated. If Honō could tell jokes, he would say he could still feel his tongue curling the words around on a repeating roller-coaster. See - can't tell jokes. And the arrival of Tōrō Antei only alleviated a minuscule amount of the pitfalls that the Hari clan member could fall into. But then the attention turned to Reihai - he had come clean - completely, utterly - to both Shi-sama and Antei-sama. From start to finish. Honō may not have been privy to the conclusion, but he was able to confirm the story given, and was dismissed with a feeling that he would be honoured to ever serve a man like Reihai. But that wasn't something Honō could truly have a say in. As a shinobi of Kumogakure, then a member of the Hari Clan, Honō's loyalty was predetermined by a hierarchy of village leadership, then, in the possible dismissal of his shinobi status, then his loyalty will return to the heritage of the Hari Clan. Neither of these Honō had any particular interest involving himself in. Afterall, if Honō could be impressed by the innovations of the human race by a machine that seals a thin piece of plastic across the rim of a take-away cup, and perfectly trim the plastic to the cup's rim, then what validity did the Hokori have for input into leadership qualities.
Honō held a cardboard cup-holder like it was a delicate relic; three clear take-away cups nestled in the recesses. The machine that had sealed the thin film across their openings in place of a lid was still a spark of marvelled joy in the Hokori's brain and by the small uptick of his thin lips. Honō was not aware if the Hakemoto monk would be interested in such a sugary treat, but the thought of Soraru arriving to the Academy and not having such a simplistic availability afforded to him was a slight that Honō could not even fathom. There was no question that Honō got not only Chīsana's favourite drink (Rose, black pearl extras), but also two different options to hopefully cover a preference for the Kumogakure Shinobi that mentioned would meet Honō in the Academy; Milk Black Tea, tapioca pearls as the less sweet option, and Golden Milk Black Tea with warm brown sugar as the slightly sweet option. Safe options, middle-ground options. And Honō did his best not to fret in having missed an obvious preference that his previous teammate may have held for such a drink by instead mentally remarking that even something as simple as the cardboard tray being cradled by sliver-scarred fingers was in itself a marvel of ingenuity by simple incisions into a form of pulped wood stiffened and pressured into a slab.
Arriving at the Academy's library, Honō was allowed to head straight to the Archive desk, recognised by the three-day stint he had very recently performed here - despite the liquid illicitly being brought in. Chīsana had made it clear on the second day that the Hokori bringing Bubble Tea was a payment due to her for taking 'residence' in her archives. This time, Honō was bringing the favoured drink as an apology not for taking up space, but for not returning earlier to attend to their personal project together. Honō did not even have to announce himself - as soon as he had reached the desk, Chīsana spoke.
"Thought a breeze blew you away." She knows how to tell jokes. Honō placed the drinks tray down on a far corner of the Chuunin's desk before retrieving the rose-flavoured green tea and a straw to offer them with a small smile.
"My apologies, Chīsana-chan." Green eyes meet brown as the Chuunin looked up from her book and took the offered treat. "I assure you I'm most assuredly remaining on the ground." Further proof the Kumo nin can not tell a joke.
"Do I have to thank that monk for catching your kite string?" Chīsana stabbed the straw into the drink with a clawed thumb and forefinger, the sharp 'pop' of the thin film splitting open shooting through the library.
"Hiraite-san?" The Chuunin nodded, her narrow eyes downcast to the drink she savoured with slow sips. "Hiraite-san has looked out for my well-being on several occasions now, yes." Honō moved to take the seat his Konoha companion had pulled from resting against the wall behind her, so they were both seated behind her desk, side-by side. "I still have much to learn to cease being such a constant source of trouble for my team-mates." The Hari clan member confided quietly. "You found the reference you were after?" He asked suddenly, green eyes drawn to the diagrams splayed out over half a page of the open book. At his companion's nod, he asked; "Do you have some paper and a pen I could use?" And the two crowded together, heads nearly touching as they murmured intermittently as the Hokori sketched different designs based upon the image of a dissected voice box of a native hawk.
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
Chuunin instructor Oshieru was on the training grounds, resetting a trio of closely-stationed dummies - and by 'resetting' it meant he was wearing an air of irritation as he tied up heavy bags of sand at different heights of the wooden poles. His hands corded as he pulled the bindings tight, his shoulder-length hair brushing the back of his neck, as it slipped loose from the tie.
Kein spotted Oshieru dealing with the heavy lifting of the area. The Oni quickly approached him and set his gunbai aside. "Did you need any help with that sir? I was actually just coming over here to ask if you had time to teach me a few things so the least I can do is lighten your work load before hand" Kein said already prepping himself to assist in the reset. Physical labor he was never shy about and he always wanted to try to help out whenever he had the chance.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 7:29 pm
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Dark eyes swivelled to take in the Oni's appearance, scanning both the body and the gunbai before giving an appreciate nod. Oshieru released the bag he was holding, the half-done knot instantly coming undone undearneath the strain of the immense weight of the sandbag. "Sure." The Chuunin instructor spoke, stepping back and crossing his arms. "You tie up these bags at the same time as telling me what you want to learn and we'll see what I can do. Anything you request while not tying up the bags gets ignored."
♫ ~ I feel like laughing- a metempsychosis like this where you can suddenly bubble up and softly disappear. If you want to be loved, say it out loud. Just thinking about it won't convey it. Even the eternal maiden looks away, and heaven moves further away from us.
Soraru entered the academy for the second time that day, not looking much different since his first different. He went back to the monastery after leaving the Hokage's office in order to change out of his combat uniform. Sure, it looked more appropriate for a Shinobi to wear, but it was also a walking murder suit with tasers, lighters and hidden blades. He only had the intention of seeing Hono again, then passing out for the night. Even if he wasn't tired, he knew that any hopes for another mission that night were futile. Shi needed sleep too, after all, and he doubted the ANBU captain - whoever that was - would let a Genin from another village take on any overnight tasks.
He dumped several small white boxes that once held food into the garbage bin to the left of him when he walked in. One thing he mastered during his time as a scout for Kumogakure was how to eat on the go. Not stopping in restaurants and then taking the order out - no, he was a master of grabbing food from any stall that looked like it might make something appetizing, paying for it, and continuing to walk to wherever it was that he needed to go. It was the ideal way of getting missions done while living a high-speed lifestyle. Even if he didn't have the same hobbies, it was an old habit that died hard, Someone would have to forcibly sit him down somewhere in order for him to eat an actual fully prepared meal that was made in one place. Soraru made sure to wipe his hands with a napkin before throwing that in the bin too, and then proceeded to walk to the archives where he knew Hono would be waiting.
The traffic in the hall leading between the training room and the library had thinned out considerably since he last walked through. More small smiles and tiny nods to those who locked eyes with him ensued, the practiced motions as familiar to him as breathing. Slender fingers more appropriate for a pianist than a swordsman found the book in his bag that he borrowed from the library earlier that day, and he pulled it out with his right hand in order to observe the cover. "Worlds apart: A detailed history of Tsukihara Hana. It wasn't a bad read." He said aloud, knowing that the Librarian would stir to his words. When he turned his head, he saw that she was packing something into her bag. "Hey there, you're done with that already? I always find it amazing that places like the Iron Country exist. It's different in every way from the Shinobi world. I'm not even sure if Ninjutsu is practiced over there." She spoke to him like she would a friend, he noticed. No apprehension or distance. It was admirable. "Ninjutsu is practiced there, though not as commonly as Bushido or Bukijutsu. Shinobi training is done in secret, and usually through the Kuraishi family until they're ready to become retainers for councilmen or accomplished samurai. It's not even called Ninjutsu there." He informed, placing the book on her desk. His left hand toyed with the prayer beads strung around his right while he talked, feeling as if he needed to do something with his hands while he spoke to her. It was easy to talk to girls when he was faking it as he did with Chisana earlier. To speak earnestly with them, though, was not his strong suit.
Their conversation continued for another minute or so, and she collected his book before heading home for the day. The conversation was nice, but he couldn't blame her. It'd be dark before long. Soraru finally walked over to the Archives after that, knowing that his friend would likely be present there. When he did see them, he paused for a moment, not entirely sure of what to say about what was going on in front of him. Both Honō and Chīsana were crowded together, closer than he expected the Hokori to get to anyone. They were working on something he couldn't see, but it was apparently worth all of their concentration. Instead of speaking, he cleared his throat to announce his presence, left hand resting itself on top of the hilt of his blade that always jutted out in front of him. "Chīsana-san. Hokori-san. Sorry for the wait, I didn't want to lug all of my equipment here then back to the monastery again so I got changed." He spoke up, turning most of his attention to the eagle-like archivist after he finished. "I'd also like to apologize to you. I tend to forget how I'm supposed to speak to others when I'm on a mission. It's a nasty habit that I picked up some time ago." He wasn't noticeably rude to her in any way, but he definitely wasn't sincere when it came to his personality. He chalked it up to be an automatic response that he built after concealing his actual state-of-being for so long. Soraru was not Musunde. That line had finally become blurred. "I...also realize that I never gave you my name. I'm Soraru Hiraite. It's nice meeting you." Calm. It was the quintessential trait that the Hakemoto were known for, and it emanated from him like a powerful aura. It was a completely different demeanor from their first meeting and his ideal state of being whenever he was alone or with someone close.
The truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie. ♫
Continuing his training, Yugu decided that continuing his medical favor would do him best. The next technique manipulated Fibrin in the patients bodies to form an adhesive found in some surgeries. He gathered chakra in his palm and wiped along the top of his hand, the surface forming this fibrin and making it much more susceptible to being glued to his own arm. [1/1 Learned!]
Washing his hands off, the red head moved to the second training dummy in the room. This one was for determining what was wrong with it, to diagnose any issues it may have. Yugure ran his hands over the body, lightly pulsing small amounts of chakra through it's body. Over several minutes, he found several fractures and a ruptured bag that simulated an organ in the body. [1/1 Learned!]
The next technique he wanted to learn could possibly save lives on the field of battle. He read the scroll carefully and returned to the first dummy. He made a careful incision on the arm and a similar one on his own arm. He placed his arm next to the wound, the matching cuts side by side and he began to manipulate his chakra. [1/3] Maybe it was his fascination with medical techniques, maybe his suiton affinity, but whatever it was, he found it easy to pull the fluid from his arm, a strange sensation in his arm, and from the dummy. This wouldn't do anything for the dummy, but practical training helped. He spun the small amount of blood he drew from himself in the air, changing the type. [2/3] When he manipulated the blood to change its type, he moved it from the clean space provided by his hand and into the dummy's 'bloodstream,' completing the transfusion. Yugure thought for a moment, looking at the blood pouring down his arm from his cut. He would likely have to use other patients on the field for transfusions, and himself as a last resort. Too much of his own offered, and he'd be useless. [3/3 Learned!]
With that technique learned, he was left with a 3 inch incision on his forearm. He sighed and looked to the scroll. His healing jutsu he just learned probably could have managed the cut, but he would use it to learn one more substantial. His eyes darted over the page of the scroll before found it. [1/5] The male released the pressure he had been applying to his arm and the blood oozed out more. He shook his head, gritting his teeth at the pain. It was foolish, sure, but he as Meran told him, he was a fool. [2/5] He laughed at that though and began to focus. He held his right hand out and began to gather the chakra into his palm. The male's focus faltered at the pain and he faltered, releasing the chakra he gathered. [3/5] Gritting his teeth, he ignored the pain and began anew, gathering chakra to his right palm. He focused on the warmth of chakra to his hand, making a ball of regenerative chakra. He moved his hand to the incision felt the heat seeping into him. [4/5] He gritted his teeth as he moved his hand down the wound, the heat and a sharp sensation as the wound, like his neck nick, closed slowly. He moved down the three inches until it was fully closed and he released the chakra. Examination of his arm showed no traces of the wound save the blood on his arm. [5/5 Learned!]
The last technique he'd focus on the tools to supply him with the ability to perform on-site emergency surgery. He hoped it'd never become an issue, but if it came to it, better to be prepared than it is to not be. He moved to the desk in the room, the tools of a medical shinobi represented in a painting with a scroll beneath it. [1/3] He knew he couldn't take this scroll of tools, as it was he for training purposes. He'd have to buy his own tools, but he'd worry about that in the future. He opened up the scroll and looked it over. There was a seal written in place, detailing medical tools that were contained within. [2/3] Yugure followed the hand seals depicted in the training scroll describing the technique before he pressed his hand and sent his chakra into the scroll's text. There was a cloud of smoke as before him summoned a variety of medical tools, mortar and pestle, scalpel, and other useful items. Yugure sighed and moved the tools back to the desk before rolling up the medical scroll. He figured he'd move onto his Ninjutsu now. [3/3 Learned!]
Passives: Tsumetai [ Cold to the Touch ] Description: The skin of each Shinsetsu clan member is chilled; producing a refreshing, almost intoxicating aura. This aura does not stretch far from one's person, and only the Shinsetsu and those in direct contact with him/her can truly appreciate the feeling. Because of this attribute, humidity is a foreign concept to the Shinsetsu, and only the most extreme of heats will cause those within Tsumetai's effect to break a sweat. Additionally, this consistent cold has weathered their skin and innards, providing an internal and external resistance to freezing temperatures. Although not exactly topical, it should be noted that thanks to their relaxing aura, the Shinsetsu are considered some of the most desirable lovers in the world.
༺ Honō Hokorii༻tab [ "A supplement to all others, yet weak on its own." ]tab
金繕い
Honō and Chīsana could be called oblivious to the activities of the world around them - the Hokori more so as the occasional noise still attracted the Chuunin's gaze to cut sharply away, evaluate the situation, and then return to watching (and occasionally commenting on) the drawings being sketched up by her companion's pale, lightly scarred hands. Several loose pages of lined note-pad paper were scattered around the otherwise almost empty desk top. Each one held at least one design, comprised of what could be very easily described as 'ribbed tubing,' and not much else. Along with other features of claws, points, and feathers, the drawings certainly were not the most 'pleasant' to view, but they all held a certain type of fluidity in their structure. The two spare drinks were left forgotten on a far corner of the desk.
Honō was still sketching, pen in hand, head bent close to the yellow paper, when Soraru came across the pair. White hair obscured the Kumo nin's approach, falling in a curtain and blocking his vision. Despite that, even without the notice, the Hokori only blinked at the sudden noise. Chīsana, however, reacted a bit more harshly; her head kicks back, eyes narrowed in a glare, that almost immediately softened in recognising the intruder. Though she only sniffed in response to the apology directed to her. The Konoha Chuunin sat back in her chair, arms draping themselves along the lengths of the armrests.
"Chīsana Tsume." She replied, her voice clipped. Honō finished a particular curve that had held his attention thus far and looked up with a small smile to the Chuunin, hands placing the pen before moving to brush the long hair back behind a shoulder. Green eyes turned to Soraru.
"Chīsana-chan, Hiraite-san of Kumogakure." Honō introduced the two. "We were team-mates for some time. Hiraite-san, this is Chisana-chan, Chuunin of Konohagakure. Her extensive knowledge of the archives were of great help in locating the necessary documents." Said Chuunin again gave that sniff of hers, but it was a little softer this time. "Chīsana-chan also helps in raising the village's messenger birds. We had some time to talk in the archives, and she's asked me to sketch up some designs based around the bird's vocal cords. Oh," Honō blinked, as if coming out of a trance as the tranquil aura of their posture went a little tighter, a little straighter, like a line being pulled through their frame. "I brought drinks, if you are interested, Hiraite-san. They are both milk-based. Black Tea. The lighter one is sweeter - brown sugar. Please help yourself." And the Hokori's head bends forward slightly in a bow.
Chīsana watched the change with still-narrowed eyes, her own beverage now an empty container seated on the desk. The Chuunin lifted her chin at Soraru, as though daring him to do something, or how a hawk might look down at something, trying to figure out whether or not it wants to try swooping at it. She doesn't even blink, posture deceptively laid back.
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
Taking a breath, and a moment to wash his hands and arm off, Yugure left the medical area and went outside, back to the pond he had frozen with his clan jutsu. At the water's edge, he knelt down and dipped his hand into the still-cold water and grasped at an imaginary weapon, sending his chakra into the water. He drew his hand back and pulled free a kunai made completely of the water, turning it over and examining his handiwork. [1/1 Learned!]
Yugure released the kunai, letting the water splash into the pond as he stood up straight, looking at the next depiction on the scroll. Holding up two fingers on each hand, he held the right hand to his chin and sent his left hand straight up. He let his chakra saturate the area, drawing in the moisture around the garden. [1/2] The garden began to become cloudy, and then suddenly was covered in a thick fog. The visibility was drastically reduced. Looking around, Yugure couldn't see more than a foot in front of him. He leaned forward and grabbed the scroll, looking at the next technique to help supplement this skill. [2/2 Learned!]
It was a simple matter really, this next jutsu. He shut his eyes for a moment before opening them, sending and focusing chakra to his sense of sight. He watched as the mist seemed to fade away into nothingness as the chakra penetrated the mist. [1/2] No, it was was more akin to the mist was still there, just not quite so thick for him. He knew that this would be helpful on some missions that he could possibly be sent on, and that was a reassuring thought to him as he ended both the vision and the mist. [2/2 Learned!]
Back to the edge of the water, Yugure followed the diagrams, forming the hand seals and pressing his hand to the surface of the water. It was as if the water was taking on a mind of its own as 3 replicas of the red head formed on the surface, rising from the water and taking form. [1/2] He looked over himself, walking around the first one that stepped onto the land and, he had to give it to himself, he'd appreciate it if he flirted with himself sometime. What could he said, he looked good. Brushing the thought from his head, he drew back and punched the clone. It fell forward before splashing into a puddle harmlessly, the clone dispersed. [2/2 Learned!]
The last technique he'd learn from the water scroll he brought out with him would be water breathing. It sounded simple enough, what with what he's been able to pull off so far. He was still apprehensive though as he went to the edge of the water. [1/2] He took a deep breath as he plunged his entire head into the pond, held his breath before letting his air out and taking a breath. His lungs filled with water, but the chakra he had filled himself with took over, filtering out the water into breathable gasses and preventing him from drowning. Yugure pulled his head out and took a breath and let out a light laugh. [2/2 Learned!]
Next would come techniques from Fuuton. He remembered a trick his mom did that kept him entertained, and prevented him from doing stuff he wasn't supposed to be doing. He looked through the scroll lazily until he found it. [1/2] Like with his Hidden Mist technique, he filled the area around him with his chakra and focused around the surface of the water. He gave a flick of his finger and the air above the water seemed to pop with concussive force, creating a splash. He grinned childishly and repeated it a couple more times for his own amusement. [2/2 Learned!]
The next technique was simple. He reached out and forced the chakra to manipulate the air to near solidity. He grasped a ledge made of the chakra infused wind and pulled himself upwards. He pulled up but before he could 'climb' up, the ledge vanished and he landed lithely on his feet. It seemed he didn't have much time with that technique. [1/1 Learned!]
He set aside the wind scroll and looked to the Maruton scroll. This next technique he'd be learning because of his father. His dad had always told him that being a good fighter was what some were good at, but being able to protect others. This what he was good at. [1/5] So a defensive technique he had seen his father perform was what he was going to learn now. He looked through the scroll until he found a description that matched it. There was only a single seal required, and it was simple at that. [2/5] Yugure focused his chakra up towards his shoulder length red hair and his scalp. He formed the seal and focused, trying to push his hair to grow in length, only to find that it wasn't working quite like he expected. His hair was growing, sure, but not like the scroll told or how his father's did. [3/5] Yugure frowned and doubled the chakra he had sent to his hair. The long, waist length hair now began to go rigid, but it still wasn't quite enough. Yugure frowned and redoubled his efforts to replicate the technique. [4/5] His hair suddenly grew rapidly, down to his ankles and formed almost a shell around him as the hair grew sharp and rigid, spikes every few inches make of his chakra infused hair that would protect against most forms of physical attack. Grinning in triumph, he remembered the scroll mentioning a next step utilizing this technique [5/5 Learned!]
He looked at the scroll by his feet. It seemed that by pulsing his chakra through his hair, he'd be able to launch his hair like needles in every direction. Raising an eyebrow, he sent a pulse of his chakra through his hair... and was not surprised when nothing happened. [1/5] It seemed that every time he tried something new that wasn't really medical, he got nowhere with it, though he was still learning, so that was a step in the right direction. Thinking it over, he tried to contemplate how he was to do it. [2/5] Yugure snapped his fingers and smiled. He pulsed his chakra once more to no effect, and frowned. That hadn't been what he had intended. He tried again and gritted his teeth. He wasn't doing what he was trying to. "You're hesitating. I think you're afraid of looking stupid." He berated himself. [3/5] He wasn't afraid of looking stupid. He looked stupid for less in the academy, he was the class jokester. He loved to make people laugh and he like laughing, even if it was at himself. He shook his thought free again and tried once more. [4/5] He pulsed his chakra and sustained the pulse, sending it outwards from his hair. The hair spikes shot out in every direction, striking the dummy, striking the water, sticking in the wall and supports and the male blinked, laughing. His hold on the chakra ended and his hair began to recede, a strange feeling, he concluded, back to it's normal length. "Ahhhh, Maybe I should try some Taijutsu next...." He said with a laugh, returning inside to return the borrowed scrolls he had. [5/5 Learned!]
Passives: Tsumetai [ Cold to the Touch ] Description: The skin of each Shinsetsu clan member is chilled; producing a refreshing, almost intoxicating aura. This aura does not stretch far from one's person, and only the Shinsetsu and those in direct contact with him/her can truly appreciate the feeling. Because of this attribute, humidity is a foreign concept to the Shinsetsu, and only the most extreme of heats will cause those within Tsumetai's effect to break a sweat. Additionally, this consistent cold has weathered their skin and innards, providing an internal and external resistance to freezing temperatures. Although not exactly topical, it should be noted that thanks to their relaxing aura, the Shinsetsu are considered some of the most desirable lovers in the world.
Techniques Used:
Techniques Learned: Mizu no Yaiba [ Water Sword ] Kirigakure no Jutsu [ Hidden Mist Technique ] Kiri Shikaku no Jutsu [ Mist Vision Technique ] Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu [ Water Clone Technique ] Suimenka no Kisoku [ Breathing Underwater Technique ] Happa Shinkuutai [ Bursting Air Pockets ] Kaze no Hochou [ Wind's Step ] Hari Jizou [ Underworld Guardian Spikes ] Hari Jigoku [ Hell Needles ]
♫ ~ I feel like laughing- a metempsychosis like this where you can suddenly bubble up and softly disappear. If you want to be loved, say it out loud. Just thinking about it won't convey it. Even the eternal maiden looks away, and heaven moves further away from us.
A small smile visited his lips when she gave him her name. "Tsume-san, then." He'd continue to call her that until he was told otherwise. To use anything else when he knew her full name just wouldn't sit right with him.
Honō was the one to finish the formalities of the introduction. Even though he considered Chīsana's connection to Konoha's messenger birds interesting, there wasn't anyone that he wanted to contact outside of Konoha. Not anyone whose location he knew about, at least. Kaileer and Wan could've been in the Iron Country drinking tea with his father for all he knew. He doubted that Konoha's birds would be able to deliver messages to the Iron Country for him to send messages to his master. Not like it would matter since Ooranu always had his own mysterious ways of making contact. Hanako was gone. Hakanai and Shu? Probably retired to avoid the war. Axel? He hadn't the slightest idea. Hokori was probably his only friend left that didn't come from Konoha. Soraru was about to politely say that he'd be of no help to their project when Honō interrupted himself.
Not only had Honō offered him a drink, but he did so with a choice between two that he purchased for Soraru's sake. It wasn't necessary. It was a gift, so he would've drunk it even if it were a glass of water. Still. "Thank you, Hokori-san." It was impossible for him to not appreciate the gesture. Soraru stepped forward, his movement silent as always. His eyes went from the cardboard cup-holder to catch Tsume's gaze, his own curious and then absent as he returned his attention to the drinks. Her expression almost made him stop the approach of his right hand, but he wasn't afraid of her. He knew that - for Honō's sake - she wouldn't try anything before he made his decision. He took the Golden Milk Black Tea into his grasp and pulled his hand back to inspect it as if it were a child gauging how much fun they'd have with their new toy. Of course, he took one of the plastic straws as well in that motion. A wider smile broke out onto his lips, and he nodded towards Honō. "My parents didn't allow me to eat sweets when I lived with them since I'd gorge myself from dusk till dawn if I got the opportunity. My master - Ooranu-sensei would eat candy apples with me in the armory whenever I completed a major lesson." His speaking paused so that he could stab his straw through the film, only continuing after he'd taken a sip. "Even if I'm free to buy whatever treats I want, I only get them to reward myself for something. I'll consider this a reward for saving your butt today, Hokori-san." He teased, though it was actually quite the thing for him to say. To give such a pleasant piece of his past was the equivalent to being given a gift from the young Hakemoto.
The fact that he went for another, longer sip after drinking should've been enough to show that he enjoyed it. A lighter tea would've been ideal, but Honō was working blind. He was incredibly appreciative that he'd been considered at all. "Did you get around to learning the Genjutsu I mentioned yet, Hokori-san? I can go ahead and grab the scroll if not. It's the least I can do." He offered, not wanting to take him away from the work he was doing.
The truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie. ♫
