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Taking his hand she wasn't too reciprocate at the idea that she was not to heal his hands fully. The only thing she could do was heal it enough to speed up the healing process. This would allow him to avoid getting infections. Activating her chakra, after a few hand signals, her chakra engulfed her hand and she hovered her downward turned palm over his larger upturned palm. It didn't take long and didn't cost her too much effort to help speed up the process. She withdrew her hand, her expression void of anything other than her mild focus. Not too badly? She didn't say anything, preferring to avoid giving her opinion on his...artistic technique.
Listening to him intently, he explained that the tunnels ran deep, as per his previous experience retrieving his own blade. They had to place the swords into these tunnels. Hopefully that didn't take too long. Clones. They would divide the task amongst clones. That would help speed up the process. But of course before they were to begin he had something else to do. Mi turned her gaze to his own, looking at his upheld hand. It took a moment for her to register what he was getting at exactly. Upon recognizing the patterns she grimaced. Getting used to... Highly unlikely. She was not exactly the type to jump onto that sort of band wagon. There were many mysteries of the Shinobi world. This being amongst one of them. She looked away from Zay, her indication that he could go ahead and do whatever it was he had to do. They had lingered here long enough.
Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 11:54 pm
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"I know it seems odd, but it's turned out to be useful," the monk explained, as he looked to the blades, trying to avoid the awkward silence while she mended the wound just enough so there wouldn't be any issues. "Please, this might feel a little odd in sensation." The monk moved to take her hand in his left, which held the insignia he'd left of his own design and set it to her own palm. Breathing deeply, the monk shifted from his normal being into the State of Control. Chakra focused into the place of the scar tissue, leaving a duplicate of the insignia upon her own hand. It had worked on a couple others, it would surely work with Mi?
"It may take a short while to get used to it, but it's something I've wanted to share," the monk explained, "This is what my clan calls the State of Control. It's only here that we understand the workings of chakra so much more." Admittedly, he'd try to walk her through this while they traveled. They needed to hurry this along... They'd lingered far too much. Breathing deeply, the monk looked to the cave. "I suppose we've got to hurry this up, now don't we?"
[State of Control Active: 1/20 TP] [Veil of Existence: -20 Chakra] [State Supported: Mi Young Roo : 2/20 TP] [Blaze Clones: -40 Chakra]
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It had been difficult to discern the time he'd spent on settling the blades down different routes in the caves. The caves were rather expansive, but even still, he had stashed them away. The entrance he took to his grasp explosive tags, upon the top of the cave's mouth. Once clear, Zay mad the motion to detonate, stones falling to pile upon the cave of the mouth. It was never a problem in the long run for shinobi to access with rocks, though it being a cave wouldn't be known by many, if any at all.
Clambering up the stone carefully, his first seal was placed. The kekkai's focal point. Chakra surged through the scar tissue, leaving an imprint placed upon the peak to the pile, on the mountainside. A quick hop down led the monk to other places. The bow of a tree to the north. A stream bed to the south. The two remaining seals placed upon great trees northeast and southeast of the cave. Task completed, the young man moved back to the village.
Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 9:53 pm
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Watching him breeze through his work, in silence, Mi seemed even more ghost like than usual. Clutching her hand to her the events of prior trickled slowly through her mind. State of control? She wasnt sure what that was. The scar that puckered angrily on his hand had somehow transfered over to her own, pale, flesh as well. As he quickly sealed the swords within the tunnels, flitting from one area to another. Mi was quick to follow behind him and watch. She wasn't needed for this type of work, nor was she really suitable for it. Once finished, she followed him back to the village in silence, not feeling the need to fill in the gap that they created between themselves as they headed back. [exit]
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The sprint out into the countryside was accompanied by the sounds of rushing water. His stamina was not boundless, the monk hurdling out to the grave site that housed his master. If there was any place he'd be swept away, it was there that the monk would accept it. Here at least, he could stop to make certain that Inka wouldn't bleed out. It was one thing that Mi would want him to do. The clone came down barreling into the clearing alongside its progenitor. The last he'd left a ways down as a notice; not that the sound of rushing water wouldn't provide.
Beside the shallow marker that indicated his master's grave, he laid the corpse of Mi Young Roo. The clone gently laid Inka on the other side. The pyre would wait. The life of another was on the line. A breathe, collecting himself. Sorrow. Grief. Rage. It had to be boxed away. Inhaling deeply, he almost slipped out of the state of healing that he was attempting to grasp, but his years of practiced weighed through.
Approaching the wounded shinobi, Zay placed his hand against the wound on the jounin's chest, chakra began to flow into Inka Hozara. It wouldn't be immediate as a medical ninja would be, but it was going to save him.
BlackFruity
Chrissy b e a n
Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 10:43 pm
◢ Inka Hizara ◣ ⦉I have felt true peace in myself through three methods; in death, in climax, and in desctruction. Only one has been by another's hand. ⦊
[･･･] A splash of energy startled his breathing into painful spurts - blood spraying in thick foam. Had he died again? Three times and still people keep dragging him back through the cutting repair. It was a few moments before he found the peace and strength to open his eyes, gazing up at Zay. Mi's words - her very last words... He didn't know how much grief was showing through the smears of blood and clenching pain, whether he could convey Zayr wasn't alone in feeling Mi's death, her truth. She was like a mother to Inka... His words were rasps, so all he could do was slide a hand up to the Monk's arm and grip it weakly, hoping the older male would understand.
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
┏ ┃⊗ PROFILE ┃⊗ CHAKRA 555/860 ┃⊗ STAMINA 430/545 ┃⊗ TRAITS : --- ┃⊗ OLD WOUND IN LEFT SHOULDER ┗
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Zay continued to focus, letting his mind drift vaguely on the serene back drop of the state of healing. Hand over the wound, his gaze drifted upward from the affected area up to Inka, who was only now opening his eyes. The rushing of water was apparently subsiding, his movements had gotten them up far enough into the country side. His green eyes met the other jounin, a hand wrapping about his arm. "She'll be at peace," answered the monk, swallowing other thoughts, deeply. "And you'll live."
A stab wound in the lungs wouldn't be anything he'd be able to heal completely without too much effort, but he'd functionally been able to stabilize the other shinobi. Shifting his gaze away, and slightly his body out of the way, his head bobbed over passed the shallow grave stone to the corpse he'd dragged along with them. Pulling himself loose, and subsequently to his feet, he crossed the few feet to Mi. He didn't let go of the serenity that dulled the edge of loss and pain. "You should be alright, just don't overdo it." It was gonna be some stiff movements, but then again, he wasn't quite a doctor.
The monk dropped again to the ground, looking over his shoulder to Inka. "Come say goodbye, we're going to make certain she's never disturbed again." A complex command for when you lose someone so very important. Holes in his memory, that should have belonged to a time with him and Mi. Working administrations, leading together. Holes. Words he wasn't even certain he'd whispered in her ear, but words that would wait for her final journey.
BlackFruity
Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 9:56 pm
◢ Inka Hizara ◣ ⦉I have felt true peace in myself through three methods; in death, in climax, and in desctruction. Only one has been by another's hand. ⦊
[･･･] The corners of Inka's eyes creased, as though put at ease by the other man's words - though he gave a gentle scoff at the mention of his own state. He struggled to clear his throat before rasping. "Seems like I'm not allowed any other way." He breathed, eyes closed once again. "Twice in one day... I would have called this a curse near ten years ago. Stupid." Hearing Zay shift and the healing was ceased, Inka looked up, watching the other, still on edge as he wasn't aware of the state the battle over Kirigakure. The sound of rushing, angry water had him sit up - a flood? Not like he could do much to stop it... "Huh?" Inka looked over to Zay when he spoke of goodbyes, his face dropping when he realised what was intended. "Oh... Yeah." He whispered.
Clawing his way up onto his knees to wheeze and rock up gently on his feet, Inka only needed to take a few small steps to reach Mi's side, eyes dark and stare unbreaking on Mi's side. He was still settling down when he felt the weight at his hip as though for the first in a long time - the bullroarer. The very instruiment with which he had used to bring a curious expression over the stoic standing kunoichi outside of the Kage's office. Inka gave a huff of a laugh. "Mi..." He reached up and settled her hair. "She'd always set me straight." He confided. "I thought of her like my mother." Strangely, Inka found his intention of settling the woman's hair had turned into him braiding a small section with careful, gentle motions. He hummed and smiled as he finished. "Bye, Mi." His hands fell, and so did Inka's head, tears building as he prayed to ancestors and dieties.
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
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"We should be safe up here from the waters," the monk explained, wanting to emphasize that their goodbyes were more important than anything right now. "Twice in one day, and you're still getting up? That's what she'd want." Simple rhetoric, uncertain if Inka's own statements were meant to be just that. He spoke briefly of her influence over him.
"First day I came back, I could tell she thought I was odd. I'd shown up with few skills a shinobi would need, having gone and seen the world, but the Mizukage sent me out. I met up with her, and their unwillingness to work and improve threw me off. I trained and spoke, not comprehending anything of their simple conversation before the grand chuunin examination." It was a solemn story, explaining his naivety at the time. The meeting that changed his life. "She watched, and she called me rolly polly--a pill bug of all things!-- in my fervor. I laughed, and we became the strangest of friends." It didn't change that they'd made him fight her in the examinations, and only then had he learned of her bleeding disorder. They'd patched her up, right as rain though. Then she continued to patch him up. Every stupid sprain. Every slip in the hot springs. He found her. Any excuse. Drawing a kunai, while Inka dropped his gaze to pray, Zay leaned in over her body. A light incision upon unexposed flesh, pulling a sample.
She'd live on in him, not in some twisted fashion mockery of her life.
"Guess we had a kid, huh Mi?" He released the state of healing, for the sake of sincerity. Nothing to dull it now. Not once, but twice he'd lost her. "I don't even remember the night. Can't even know if I ever told you? Did you go not knowing? Or maybe you knew?" Leaning in closer, his lips closing upon hers, his vision blurred. Tears pooled, dropping upon the ashen cheeks. Breaking off the kiss, cold and unrequited, he whispered.
"I love you, Mi."
He slowly formed the individual hand seals necessary, before his hand ignited with the fires of the Kaseikan. It wasn't the usual purpose, but neither of them had the time to set a proper fire. The blazing hand settled upon her torso, the flames catching after a moment, and her pyre had begun. There would be no saving her ashes. The last piece of her, in his other hand.
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BlackFruity
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 9:20 pm
◢ Inka Hizara ◣ ⦉I have felt true peace in myself through three methods; in death, in climax, and in desctruction. Only one has been by another's hand. ⦊
[･･･] Inka couldn't help the smirk at his lips when Zay spoke of Mi's wishes. "Now I know she'll be one of the spirits watching over me, as she did in this realm." He nodded. "A pill bug? Heh. Her sense of humour was always... unique." Inka shook his head, amused smirk in place. "I'd only just left my family. I wanted nothing to do with them. And there she was, standing outside of the Mizukage's office, waiting to see him. She looked bored. So..." A hand drifted to the stange instrument at his side, the length of rope it was attached to coiled neatly onto a closed hook. "So I played for her... She didn't look bored at all after that. I'm glad I did. I'm glad I didn't walk away without meeting her." The Jounin hunched further in on himself. "Despite the pain of now - I'm glad I met her."
As Mi's body was engulfed in flame, Inka looked up to watch the heat burn away all traces of her corruption, of her physical toils, the vessal with which she experienced so much of their world. Inka hopped that her spirit would take it all with her - a single missing piece just wouldn't be her, ever the pain. Though he prayed the gods would be kind enough so her new journey would be... gentler. She'd probably go looking for trouble anyway. Mi didn't seem like the kunoichi to be content with contentment...
As the body crumbled and curled up on itself, Inka let out a large breath. He felt lighter, for some reason. He couldn't quite appreciate why though. Red eyes shifted to towards where Kirigakure was meant to stand - so much water, and a... tree? An actual tree? What had happened inside that seal?
"I'm sorry, Zay. I mean no disrespect - but I don't believe I can pay her memory true while I'm troubled about Syy and Minowa. I don't know if they're safe. We'll come back and give our prayers. And I'm sure... knowing her closely... that you'd appreciate the privacy." Inka stood and bowed, deeply at his waist, before turning towards his home village and reaching for a pouch on his belt to pull out a piece of paper. He needed to see what had happened at the camp, to the genin, his comrades. Syy. At least he hopped that Minowa was evacuated safely, and that they were high enough that the water would not be an issue for them... Channeling chakra into the paper, Inka unfolded it and gave a gentle jump, latching feet and hands to each corner as its size increased, allowing him to gently fly away.
[ Jutsu Used ] Takoage no Waza [ Art of Kite Flying ] • Type: Bukijutsu • Rank: C [ C o m p l e x ] • Cost: 20ck 10st
Description: The user will draw a special piece of fabric from their person, placing it between their index and middle fingers. With an infusion of chakra, the fabric will grow in size, becoming the height and width of the original user. After doing so, the user will then grab onto each corner with his hands and feet, outstretching the cloth. Regardless of the user’s weight, this cloth can be used to glide over massive gaps and escape Earthy effects. It should be noted that if the user has Fuuton [ Wind ] elemental chakra, they are able to free fly using this cloth.
[ Attributes ]
Strengths: • Agility; evasion and speed. • Fireworks; heat, fires, & explosions boost his mood. • Flexibility; body contortions and weapon use. • Grit; close distance combat. • Volatiles; implementing and altering explosives.
Weaknesses: • Chills; sensitivity, cold causes bones to go sore. • Bruising; injuries greatly hinder. • Defeatism; easily goes into a negative attitude when losing. • Muscle; only enough strength to lift own body weight. • Conflict; gets into arguments easily.
Fears: • Hanabi; his little sister - her hate, being blamed for her death. • Suffocation; being buried alive. • Family; losing them.
Class Disciplines : • Use weapon, not handsigns, to cast Ninjutsu up to B-rank. • Can utilize physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. • Perform Ninjutsu up to S-rank on instrument. No handsigns.
Reductions: • Learn Bukijutsu techniques three [3] post faster. • Learn ninjutsu [3] posts faster. • Learn genjutsu [3] posts faster. • 25% price reductions for shopping.
Bukijutsu Attributes: • Offensive Style [ Two-fer-One ] : Two daggers for Bukijutsu compatible • Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] : Footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Personal Attributes: • Last Resort : When a fatal strike is headed towards Inka's way he can use an emergency reserve of chakra and stamina to disrupt the attack but in doing so he must immediately flee. • Family Legacy : Katon jutsu is not beaten by Suiton jutsu one rank lower, and cancels out Suiton jutsu of same rank. • Paternal : Should Inka believe his son is in danger his attacks increase in power by a moderate amount.
┏ ┃⊗ PROFILE ┃⊗ CHAKRA 555/860 ┃⊗ STAMINA 440/545 ┃⊗ TRAITS : --- ┃⊗ OLD WOUND IN LEFT SHOULDER ┗
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Inka flattered him with a story that definitely screamed of Mi to the monk. He spoked wistfully of her passing, and the impact that she'd left on him. Together the two of them watched the corpse burned away. Time seemed to refuse to move for an eternity. The only true indication of time passing was the bone being licked clean. Flesh burned away, his eyes working hard to forever capture it. It was a woeful goodbye, her grasp forever out of reach.
Inka spoke simply on how Sypher and Minowa were a more pressing matter; as it should have been. The living were still there for all of them. The monk answered nothing back, as he hurried off towards the monstrosities in the distance. He should have run toward them, but their thundering footfalls had long since ceased. Whomever was there, they'd gotten it under control. The sound of flight drifted the young man off, leaving the red head to wallow in his own somber thoughts. It was only when thunder seemed to erupt, sea crashing against stony faces, he looked up. Ashes drifted off on the back draft, taking a little more of her away from him.
Nonsense in the distance: A neon sign in the sky promising safety.
It hardly mattered. Safety was a sham, not when his life slipped away in the new found inlet.
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Hours passed, and the monk found no solace in his thoughts. Looking at the spot beside his master's grave, blackened by the fire he'd begun. He should have rested. He should have eaten. Alzayr did neither. Mi out of his grasp once more, that left his daughter. The one that must have survived. The lighting had faded from the monstrosities on the horizon, but all were probably still there. None came this way, toward landfall. Slowly dragging himself up to his feet, the monk slung his blades back over his shoulder, adjusting Samehada to his back. Stepping out into the water, the monk cringed. Tsume never liked the water, and as a result, he preferred to stay off its larger bodies. Chakra made for a stepping stone, crossing the placid waters with ease to the abomination a ways off.
