The end of Kyoukan, Chiaki

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The end of Kyoukan, Chiaki

Post by Kanade » Fri Mar 24, 2023 3:10 pm

Several months after the festival in the land of Pebbles.

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Chiaki was walking back from Kirigakure toward the Land of Stars. She decided to take the long way back, instead of using her anchors, as the forecast from the people of Kirigakure, especially the weather-woman there forecast a sunny week with no visible precipitation in sight for many miles around. She, of course, had no idea what went into reading the weather, but she had little doubt at the validity of their claims.

Chiaki tucked a piece of her red hair behind her ear and looked over her left shoulder at the village that she was leaving, after having been to the festival in Pebble, it was nice to return to Kirigakure no Sato for some relaxation, if one could call it that, by returning to work for the shinobi of Kirigakure. She had made friends there, and overall her experiences there could be summed up as ‘productive’.

She was going back to see all of the people she had left back in the land of stars, and in Iwagakure proper, crossing the lands between, and so far as she could tell the weather was going to hold, just as the weather woman had predicted. Looking up to the azure sky, Chiaki had a sense of the inner peace as she walked along, thinking of the jutsu that she was wanting to train when she got back to Iwagakure. She had a mind for creating new jutsu, not only because they were power in the world of Shinobi, but because she was rather a collector of jutsu, and a purveyor of new jutsu. She had no intent of using these in battle, but they would be flashy enough for distractions, and would perhaps be able to catch the eye of some combatants should she need to spar in the future.

Grinning to the sky she practiced the seals for a couple of Uroko jutsu, a new release that she had made when she was sparring with Shinjiro, where it had made its debut, she had used it against him to try out the effects of the euphoria that they had given her. It was a by-product of her butterflies, and she assumed that Kirari, had she wanted to use them, could use them as well. She held up her hand, a handful of butterflies coalesced in it, tickling her palms that were the synthetic silicone that she had made herself all that time ago. She didn’t really count time now, had probably missed a birthday here or there, and was older than she looked. She had kept her appearance, the scar that trailed from the top of her head down to her toe, had kept the robes that she had been given from the Kyoukan priests and priestesses.

She looked around the area, the slow rolling hills giving way to a cliff-face that overlooked the ocean. From the map that she had tucked in her bag, she knew that this was the shoreline that she would have to traverse to get to the ferry that would traverse the ocean between here and Aroma Country. She had heard that there was a Chuunin exam there, long ago, and that the spot was a good neutral place to traverse through as she went towards the Land of Stars, her home, and her home base. She, of course, was able to access her personal realm at any time, and it was really no problem for her to go there if she was in need of making sure that she had a safe haven.

Chiaki moved through the long grasses, the long thin leaves brushing against her knee-high stockings that she had purchased from the Kirigakure no Sato marketplace. They were a very flattering light blue and white color, stuffed into cute black sneakers, they complimented her short black and blue striped skirt. A light blue, the same hue and shade as her socks, blouse was tucked into it, showing off her contours. A black jacket, sleeves rolled up past her elbows brought the ensemble together. This she pulled together against the wind as a breeze blew past her, pushing the overlaying mist in swirling patterns. One of the things that she was going to miss, oddly, was the mists. They deadened noise, and brought about a false deafened Zen feeling to her. She had no idea how one could grow accustomed, or even fond of ‘fog’ as she called it, mist as others called it, but she had.

Chiaki walked along the cliff’s edge now, staring down at the crashing waves, their roars muffled by the mist all around her as they inextricably mingled their voices with the winds that permeated the land around her. Ahead, there was a dock, a quick count bringing the tally of fourteen different ships berthed there. The largest was her vessel, The Sword of The Sea was her name, a Galleon class ship with two front canons, five side canons on each side, thirteen sails not including the main sail. She had read up on boats while she had made the journey out to the land of Water, lacking the ability to travel to Kirigakure via teleportation like she was able to now. Jikukan was relatively new to her, but now she had set up a home-base of sorts at Kirigakure no Sato. She hadn’t paid advance rent, but she knew the places where she could get a hot meal and shelter in a relatively safe part of town.

Sure, Chiaki had blundered more than once, had learned some hard lessons, but she felt all the more experienced and better for having made those blunders. She was a better and more experienced… woman? She flexed her fingers, the thought rattled around in her head as to whether or not she could be called a woman anymore. She could still feel, see, hear, taste, love, and experience the world like a ‘human’ but she had either ‘transcended’ as Maido had put it, her physical form, or she had basically made sure that she was unkillable and taken the cowards way out. She knew that the latter was how Shinjiro viewed it. He was even less attracted to her now. Her sad eyes still looked at her hand, clenched and unclenched and nodded to herself, “It’s for the best, I mean, I would be dead if it weren’t for the Elemental Body that houses my soul now.” She sighed, and felt rather like a tsukumogami. A spirit that just inhabited this body. It didn’t even feel like she was a part of it now. She performed some hand seals, her arm separating from her main body, before coming back together as she nodded to herself, “I probably am a monster. My mother wouldn’t recognize me as I am now.”

She felt, also, as if she had betrayed her clan members. They were supposed to be masters over spirits, were supposed to be healers, and were supposed to take the wounds of others unto themselves. What better way to do this than to be an elemental body though? Elemental body. It made her seem less human and more object, less a person and more a thing to be possessed.

Was she just a tool for Iwagakure no Sato? What was she to Kirari, to Shinjiro, to Shuichi? “Am I just a useful person to have around or do I inherently have value?” She said aloud, not having registered that she was getting close to the docks, the cry of the gulls overhead looking for any scraps from the fishing ships jarring her back to reality.

The swarthy captain of her ship, she recognized him from the sea green eyes that he shared with many members of this land along with the tattoo on his neck of a Sword surrounded by waves, was barking orders at his crew. He was pointing to places within the inner decks of the ship, all of which were accessed by ropes and pulleys that lifted the cargo into the Orlop deck, where Chiaki hoped to spend as little time as possible. She, of course was the on-deck doctor for the voyage, giving the doctor that was berthed here a break from the voyage, another doctor already was lined up for the return trip. She knew that the trip, taking a week in total, was going to be rather pleasant for her, the voyage out having been pleasant. The waters between water country and Aroma Country were rather placid compared to the open ocean, as far as she was aware, only becoming angry on the surface should a storm blow in. She knew that there were squalls, but they rarely blew a weathered old sea dog like the captain off course for more than a half-day.

That, and the auspicious forecast from the weather woman of Kirigakure, or at least that is how she peddled herself, made Chiaki wear a smile as she extended a hand to the gruff and staunch sailor who sized her up.

“I were told ye are Kyoukan, Chiaki, formerly of kumogakure, the ‘healer of a thousand wounds’?” He spat out of the corner of his mouth, a black wad sailing neatly in one clump over one of the posts of the dock and hitting the water with a wet slapping noise.

“I am she.” Chiaki bowed, her hand not having been taken by the gruff man in front of her. She knew better than to get on the bad side of a captain right at the beginning of a long journey such as this. It was better to anger her own mother, her clan, than it was to anger this old salty dog.

He clapped her on the shoulder, grinning, showing that his teeth were yellowed from the use of chew, the pucker of his right side of his lips and the bulge showing where he kept his wad. As he was closer now, she could smell the sweet stench of tobacc on his breath, “There be no need ta bend over in such a formal way. I be the captain, and my word is law on the sea, but we’re still on land, so ye hold rankin’ here. There be no one out of sound health so far, and we don’t expect to be met with any on the voyage. All the poor beggars that had a run in with some spoiled ham from last trip are takin’ a couple weeks off, replaced by mariners around these parts that work on any vessel they can get their hands on. We still outnumber ‘em four to one, so ne need to think that we’ll need y’er services as a shinobi of the village hidden in the-” He stopped and sucked on his chew, spitting once more, pensievely.

“Rocks, Iwagakure no Sato.” She reached for her headband to show to him. He placed a hand on her arm.

“Nae need to show that either, you meet your description, I could tell it was ye from here as you were walkin’ long the edge there.” He shuddered, “I value my life more’n tae tempt the sea with swallowing me up by walking on a crumbling cliff-head like that one ye were walking along.” he nodded to the cliff and she looked where he was looking, her stomach turning over and over. She had walked along the edge, that was true, but the ground that was held together by the roots of grasses was clearly thin, so thin that the lower roots were sticking out of the dirt, and had turned back around and started to find purchase by growing upward. As she looked a piece of dirt fell into the ocean, as if the gods of this land punctuated that they had been looking out for her getting onto the ship.

As she turned back to the captain he shouted for the men to raise the next load of cargo. They had loaded it all into a huge net, at least 10 meters in diameter and had stacked wooden crates in the center, one on top of another. As the wench started, cranked by a center wheel and a cork-screw winch and pulley system she watched as the ropes strained, carrying the boxes dizzyingly high into the air. No, it wasn’t ‘that’ high. She had flown further up. She had dangled higher up from her quarry when she had sparred with Shinjiro.

Chiaki passed around where she expected the crates would crash on her head, walking up the gang-plank, which was rocking from side to side with a rhythmic whoosh, click click click as the moisture-swollen wood, expanded from the mists of kirigakure, groaned from the ship leaning starboard and portways, lilting from side to side as a mother would rock a child mindlessly. Her sea-legs not completely with her, she stumbled on the gang-plank, planting her hands on either side of it. She gulped down her fear a quick moment before scrambling up the rest of the way to the main deck of the ship.

She was met by the smiles of the crewmembers who had stopped their preparations, all except the winch-operators, and were chuckling among themselves.

So much for a good first impression.

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, feeling rather weirdly dressed with the sailors all wearing the rough clothing that was more resistant to the salty spray of the ocean, the long hours in the sun, and the coarse rigging that they all worked with each and every day. The boat creaked and groaned as, being tossed by the waves, the ship felt as though it was breathing, moving like a huge horse getting bridled and saddled for a journey.

She shook her head and bent down to the ship, murmuring under her breath and channeling chakra, she looked through eyes that were linked to the Tenkujutsu that she had trained in Iwagakure. The ship, not surprising, did have a spirit within. It was like the spirits of the land and the rocks, of the sea and the wind, of the spray and the salt. It was a spirit that the crew lent life to, a spirit that was as much a part of the crew as the crew was a part of it. She saw the signs of restlessness, the spirit’s great sinewy muscles, invisible to the rest of the crew, holding the boat together, getting ready for the trip. It was a guardian spirit, great and powerful, she cut through the waves, she was a ship that didn’t fear the sea but reveled in it. She was half asleep right now, restless and ready to wake up. Chiaki knew that the spirit of the ship would be alive, awake among the spirit of the sea and the many lives out there on the open waters.

A crewman pushed past her, two great loops of rigging in his huge sea-worn arms. He growled rudely at her, moving toward the stairs that she had stopped and was headed towards before. She let go of her second sight, descending into the belly of the spirit known as the Sword of the Sea.

Finding her quarters, the Lazeretto, as long as she was aboard the ship she closed the door, finding a simple latch that she could lock to keep out the main crew, she dropped a pebble, an anchor which she had found in Iwagakure. All of the stones had been tumbled and each one was distinct. It would serve her to be anchored to the boat should anything happen, tossing her overboard or worse.

She shuddered to think of the ramifications of what could actually happen out at sea before she calmed herself, undressing from the clothing that she had on, donning some simple trousers and a shirt that was made of cotton that breathed well, accented by a cloth jerkin, it held her shirt closed and kept her bust from unwanted movement. She placed the clothes she had been wearing in a chest, along with some of her less-needed possessions. She emerged, looking less the city girl with a penchant for a cutsie style, and more the woman that she was supposed to be, the ship’s physician. She walked the lower deck, passing through a doorway on the lowest deck, where her room was to the beer stores. Taking stock of how much they had to drink, she knew that they would be sitting rather high in the water, as the stores were less than half stocked and she had come at the end of the loading process. There was more than enough here for a voyage of three weeks, she knew, better safe than sorry, but she doubted that they would run into anything akin to a shortage of beer on their voyage.

She moved toward the bow, through the next cabin, the magazine, where they kept their powder, their cannonballs, and all the other supplies for firing the canons and the main guns. There were harpoons on racks, neatly nestled there, their points sharp as scalpels. None of them showed any rust and as Chiaki explored them further, looking at their make she recognized a master’s hand. So these had been made to withstand even a ninja tossing them. Well, that was something. She wasn’t expecting ninja in the crew, but perhaps she wasn’t the only person to have earned her headband aboard the Sword of The Sea. She wondered, now whether the captain was a shinobi.

While she was inspecting the harpoons, one of the crew-members rolled down a barrel, which hit the floorboards below her, rattling her from her inspection and scaring her a bit, “Good thing ye weren’t on the other end of that barrel, or you’d be out of the job, we’d have to find another doctor.” A youth, no older than sixteen grinned at her. He jumped down, wrestling the barrel into place with his wiry muscles before jumping halfway up the stairs back up to the deck above, “You will want to stay out of the way for the next barrel, it won’t be powder in that’n, it’ll be steel.”

She grinned in a lazy way and nodded, “Thank you er…”

“Swab.” He supplied, “Ye can just call me swab. Ye must be that Kyoukan woman. It’s bad luck to be employing wenches aboard the Sword of the Sea, but the cap’n picked up a good ten of ye in port. What he’s thinkin’ be the bubbles of dolphins to me.” He was talking so long that he didn’t notice his superior, a mate of the ship by the blue scarf tied around his neck, come up behind him. He cuffed the lad, hard, in the back of the head.

“Talk to the women in port, if ye don’t get tossed overboard for insubordination, ye’ll fall for the siren’s song yet.” The tanned man with a white mustache leveled a dark look at her, which was her queue to continue exploring into the next cabin. This was where they held the flour, and the sacks were stacked high. Perched atop them were two cats, short haired tuxedo print cats that regarded her with lazy eyes as she passed through their dimly lit pantry. She wondered why ever they would keep cats onboard the vessel. Shaking her head in confusion, she passed through the next doorway into the next part of the ship. There were corked barrels and she wiped off the grime from one of the barrels, ‘water’ it read.

“Water in barrels, and not good water, just your run of the mill ‘sweet water’.” she observed as she looked around the cabin, then through the next doorway, through which spilled the natural light of the mid-morning sun. Ducking through the diagonal braces of the ship, she moved toward the light, where there were eight men, moving crates off of the large netting, apparently unloading general stored goods. She saw ‘meat’ on one barrel, which was specific, ‘medicine’ in another crate.

Two men grunted at either end of the crate, moving toward her. Chiaki pressed her back against the crate, inhaling and trying to make herself as small as possible.

“Mornin’ ta ya doc, we’re gonna put these on the Starboard side of the aisle near the Lazaretto.” The man rolled his shoulders, hefting the wooden crate.

“That’d be good, thank you.” She nodded as the two men passed by her, smelling of salt and sweat. She sniffed herself, testing to see whether or not she needed to refresh her perfume, or perhaps even take a bath. She smelled, still but faintly, of the rose-water she had used to wash her face and her body with this morning. She wondered whether or not silicone stank like humans or if she was more like to smell like the fresh handle of a sword than a human. She passed through the door toward the bow of the ship, and found the second set of stairs leading up to the next deck.

Passing up these, she ducked out of the way of a protected lantern, as they seemed to be everywhere at head height for her, and passed in where the people who were storing the extra rigging and wood for repairs were working on counting, inspecting the wood and ropes for impurities, and otherwise busying themselves about their business. She nodded to the men as they worked, as she did turn a few heads. Seeing the ropes ascending again, she jumped and clung to the rope, using it as an elevator, jumping out on the main deck. The captain, damn his eyes, was standing right there, watching her antics.

“Next time you do that, ye’ll be tied to the mast upside down for the rest of the trip, do we understand each other physician?” He leveled a disapproving eye at her. She mumbled and stammered before he broke her stammered excuses, “Is that understood, yes or no?” His voice roared, and the rest of the crew continued on as if there wasn’t anything going on, as if there wasn’t a scene happening in front of them.

Chastised she nodded.

You will speak your answers to me and address me by my rank physician or you can find another ship to sail with!” He shook his fists above her head, causing her to shrink back and nod.

“Ah- Yes Captain!” She managed to squeak out.

He nodded curtly in response to her, letting his balled fists swing back down by his side before spitting out the side of his mouth again, it sailed over a couple of sailors working on casting off the rigging and into the water between the water and the ship. This only solidified her thought that he must have some sort of militant training, much like Hanako and that style she called the ‘flawless aim’ style. The captain started to tie a bandana about his hair and donned a hat, fully decorated with a feather of a bird of paradise to boot.

“Push off, we’re ready to make to the ocean, I can feel it in her bones, the sword wants to cut the waves, and by thunder we’re going to give her a good run at the water!” The captain roared, the mist that permeated the area did nothing to deafen his lungs, and Chiaki had to blink a couple of times, wringing out one ear with her pinky as it started to ring from his shouting.

There was a scattered, “Aye cap’n!” from many of the main crew, and the sailors for hire all nodded and continued about bringing in the ropes that had tied the ship to the docks, each as thick as her leg. She looked and found that the anchor had also been tempered. Was there any part of this ship that wasn’t a part of this man’s weaponry.

She was impressed, and also intimidated now by the man that took to the steering wheel, his muscles knotting and moving with steel cables that were undoubtedly attached to the rudder of the ship. He didn’t lean into the wheel, but his body nonetheless clenched and strained against the water as the ship moved her slow way out of the dock. Chiaki saw oars come out of the port-holes down near the water, necessitating her to run over to the side of the ship and droop half-way off, legs dangling to catch a glimpse of how the oars worked. They were almond-shaped, the points put into steel bars and she saw that attached to each oar was at least two men. This ship was well-equipped for travel with or without wind it looked like.

“Unfurl the Main course and only the Main course until we’re out of harbor!” The captain shouted to the men that were around the base of the main mast. The men that were around the fore jumped down from the deck that sat above the main deck, but below the steering deck. Chiaki found the deck almost crowded by men that looked like spiders, or ants, that climbed the ropes and pitons that stood out from the main mast, making their way up to the crow’s nest where two gentlemen were already at untying the main bonnet’s anchors.

With a great sigh and billowing of linen, Chiaki saw for the first time the same symbol that was tattooed on the captain’s neck.

The Sword of The Sea turned about, the great sail flapping and thrashing underneath the bonet and against the mast in concussive ripples that sounded like the roar of cannons until she caught the wind, the sails bulged against the bonnet and the boat lurched forward, tossing Chiaki onto her side as she watched the sail, rather than what was happening.

A sailor promptly picked her up by the scruff of her vest, setting her down like a child on her feet, and then moved on with his work. She grinned sheepishly at him, her face burning, and turned around to find the captain behind her, “She’s a beauty, and I couldn’t ask for a better crew, it’s a shame that some of them ate some bad food before we had to get underway. Still, it looks like those aboard are more than ready to make up for the losses. That lad there, the swab, seems to be a mighty good hand at that. Might have to make him honorary mate and find room for him on my regular charter.” He spat, the tobacco wad sailing out of his mouth, between two sailors and overboard.

The sailor ‘lad’ was the self-same one that had been unloading the gunpowder and shot into the magazine below and he waved at the captain and Chiaki as he noticed that he was being appraised by them. Chiaki spoke, “I think that he is a good sort, he seemed that way to me at least, and should be a good addition. A bit distractible though.” She giggled and waved at him. He had stopped with his belaying and the sailor above him was shouting some rather thick curse words at him, waiting to have more slack and be let down.

“I feel like y’er mostly to blame for that.” The captain made a dismissing look at the swab, who nodded, having both his hands occupied by the rope and continued to belay the sailor back down to his position on deck. He got cuffed once more and spent the rest of the afternoon scrubbing the lower decks, which were muddy from all of the dirt that the barrels and crates had brought in.

Chiaki made her way back down to the Lazaretto, finding that the lack of port-holes and one lantern were rather relaxing. She channeled chakra into her eyes and looked around her room, this time, and found that the ship had settled into a fast-paced skipping motion, shredding the waves, it seemed happy.

Chiaki, for one, was happy for the ship, finding a companion where she didn’t think that she would have had one, in the spirit of the ship. She went through her belongings before she started to practice her other jutsu, casting them in her small cabin, or sometimes in the cargo bay at a speed and strength that it did nothing to the rest of the cargo. She had made sure that the swab was out of the way before starting. She formed some hand seals working her uroko jutsu down in the bilge, the scales flying around everywhere, getting into cracks and into her hair. She trained and wove some seals, first of all bringing a geyser up from a point where she pointed at, the scales filling the air and fluttering about. She grinned at this, and started to feel the euphoric effects before she remembered, she needed to be careful when training these. She wove some seals and pressed a seal to her forehead, a small butterfly forming itself there.

The euphoric effects wore off almost instantly as she wove the next set of seals, making a clone out of scales. The clone jumped back and started weaving the exact same seals as she did and sent explosions, which sounded like firecrackers between the uroko jutsu, spreading more scales around the room. She laughed and so did the clone, making an eerie stereo effect of Chiaki’s own voice and she placed her hands together at the same time as her clone, they were weaving the same ones, armor erupted on both of them and they then wove the same seals, again, and formed walls between one another, then entrapped eachother in the uroko prison. She laughed and said, “Can’t beat myself!”

The clone said something along the same lines in the other prison and she started to weave some more hand seals, and continued to train with her clone until the captain shouted down at her from above. Apparently the crew had all gathered around and were staring down at her while she was practicing jutsu. She had angered the captain so much that he had turned purple and she thought that he was liable to throw something at her. He was already brandishing a hat that he had apparently stolen from one of the other sailors. She gulped and bowed deep and quickly.

The next couple of hours were spent picking up all of her Uroko jutsu wing-scales, which made the bilge look bedazzled, and putting them into buckets to be tossed into the ocean. Unbeknownst to the captain, a clone was made and she put the uroko scale jutsu on it, cloaking her presence entirely and snuck to the deck to see what they were doing in the water. The ship, apparently, had a scale trail that was about a good half-mile long by the time that Chiaki was done picking up her scales and tossing them overboards, which she and the ship enjoyed, as she had asked the ship what it thought and had felt the warmth of amusement coming from the walls.

Grinning as the light faded, she closed her eyes and dreamt of Kirari.

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The first couple of days went smoothly, nothing to report, as the winds were favorable and the crew still had the vigor of being out on the sea again, acting rather like birds getting out to stretch their wings after having been cooped up in a cage for the night. She found that they busied themselves in the upkeep of the ship without many orders from the officers that were patrolling the deck, and with the lack of needing orders, the officers too were lending a helping hand.

Chiaki, being the odd woman out and having no ‘official’ work to do, decided that it was best to spend her time weaving hand seals and sending jutsu over the side of the ship, taking note of how the jutsu moved, with the passive movement of the ship and the relativity to the movements that she was making while performing them. After the first ten or so, the Sailors were not agape at her jutsu, but grew tired of the display. She supposed that this was for the better, as there was no need for her to be more of a distraction than she already was.

The captain, for all his gruff demeanor in port was a laissez-faire type captain when the ship was running smoothly and according to course. He and two of his first mates took turns at the helm, driving the ship slightly to one way or another, and Chiaki, again, couldn’t help but wonder at their impeccable sense of direction given only the tools that they had and without the use of any type of compass to guide them at night.

On the third night, as she was staring up at the stars, practicing her hand seals for another of her jutsu that she had written onto a scroll and was hoping to teach to Hanako, she was approached by the swab that she had seen at first.

“‘Ello miss physician, you were missed at dinner.” he had a plate with a flatbread and a stew that smelled strongly of garlic and rosemary that had been drizzled over it.

“Ah, I wasn’t hungry, I found myself staring at the stars like them over there.” She nodded at one of the first mates that was looking up at the masts and stars, and seemed to turn the wheel a little to the left before holding the position and then turned it back to flush. She blinked and looked at the plate, continuing to practice her seals for her jutsu, “I’m not that hungry, and you’re still growing, why don’t you eat it.”

“I am a social eater miss.” He blushed and scratched the back of his neck, his green eyes darting to the deck as he held the proffered plate between them awkwardly.

She patted the deck, finding his embarrassment endearing, then looked back up at the stars, “You can eat with me then while I figure out what he is looking at. He is the quiet first mate and the captain and other officers seem to be busy with the upkeep of the ship, too busy for a physician with no patients that is.”


“You should count yourself lucky,” The swab said, sitting beside her, a respectful but companionable distance away and looked up at the stars, “By now someone might have been seriously injured. When you’re working with sails and rigging as big as this, you have to always be wary. Never know when one of them’s gonna snap and take you with it. It’s how I lost my brother.”

Chiaki nodded dumbly, half hearing the words until the loss of his brother brought her back, “I’m sorry to hear that.” She felt rather guilty about having zoned out during his story, she had been thinking about the stars, and about the journey that she still had ahead of her. She needed to make sure that she was careful for the trip through Aroma country, because it payed taxes to Wind and Fire countries respectively, but she knew that this better than moving through fire or wind country itself. Suna was rather underpopulated, but she didn’t want to traverse the sand and heat if she didn’t have to, as it was rather coarse and the last time she had traversed a beach, she found herself pulling sand out of places better left unheard of. All of this contributed to her snapping back and clearing her throat.

The lad, for his part, waved it off like she didn’t do anything wrong, which showed grace beyond his years, “Don’t be miss, he died doing what my dad does, and what I love doing, and what he loved doing. There is a saying, among sailors that you’re married to the sea, and your wife on land is the mistress.” He grinned and chuckled, which was contagious enough for them both to laugh for a good long minute before the silence crept in again, bringing Chiaki’s attention back at the stars.

“They’re looking at the constellations, miss, if you didn’t know.” He broke the silence first, apparently as pensive as she was.

“Oh? And why would they look up there instead of dead ahead?” She looked at the officer once more, his bright colored outfit and bandana around his neck were muted by the lanterns’ flickering light and the darkness that encroached them on all sides. Apparently it wasn’t just the darkness.

“You see, miss, if you were to look around, you would see nothing that we could discern as ‘intelligible’ signs of where we are, where we’re going, or in what direction. I’m only learning, but I can tell you that they’re lining up the fore and main masts with constellations as we sail, and putting the two of them between, they’re drawing almost as straight a line as if you were to take an edge to it on paper.” He took another mouthful of soup-soaked bread and munched it as Chiaki absorbed it and stared up.

“So what I am seeing is-” She hesitated and looked between the main and fore masts and then back to the sky, “Not what he is seeing?”

The swab nodded, “It’s one of the tools that we use, star-gazing. The best time for setting us straight on course is during calm and clear nights such as this, where you can see for miles and miles, and then you use the brightest stars to guide your way. Guarantee that the man up there knows each and every star better than he knows his own grandmother, and could name them before he could name his cousins.” He ran a hand through his ruddy brown hair and smiled, his teeth a stark white against his tanned skin and red lips.

“That’s quite impressive.” Chiaki murmured, trying to lend an ear to it, getting a little bit distracted from the jutsu that she was supposed to be learning so that she could teach Hanako when she returned. The poor dear probably was doing exactly as she had instructed for a regimen. She had forgotten to tell her to take a day or two off in between to do what she wanted, rather than training the entire time. Then she thought about how exhausted and perhaps strong it would make her doing that regimen.

“You seem to be thinking an awful lot there miss, if you don’t mind my saying so.” The swab put the bread down, wiping his hand on his pants and stuck it out in greeting, “My name is Tom, Tom Grander. It seems like a rather large name for such a small man, I am sure you’re thinking, but I hope to grow into it.”

“You look like you’re not from Kiri, if you don’t mind my saying.” Chiaki took a good look at him for the first time.

“My mom’s from the north, not a ninja mind, but a citizen there. She met my father, a sailor, and got pulled into a trip around the world before they settled in Aroma country when they had my eldest brother, the one who got his neck snapped by a cable on a ship. I enlisted with the first boat that I could find when I was only twelve, and my mother didn’t see me for two years after that. So while I am young, I am well-traveled. I did some military work on a ship, and know the waters probably better than any land-born person, but not as well as the older sea-dogs on this ship.”

She nodded as he continued with his story, putting her seals away and listening to his story.

“The cap’n and I here have an agreement that if I work as I have done for the week he’ll give me a temporary quarters on the ship for half a year, and if I continue for that time to work as hard as I have been, then he’ll put me on the permanent charter.” He grinned, “to be honest, the sword of the sea is a jewel of the water, and I’ve taken a liking to her.”

He stroked the boards fondly and then cleared his throat, then his plate as Chiaki looked back up at the constellations, “The ship seems to enjoy everyone aboard too.” She said, serenity taking over as she closed her eyes and sighed, feeling rather relaxed. Opening them, she found that the youth had stood up, brushing his hands off on his trousers and had bent over to pick up the plate.

“Thought you had dozed there and was going to leave you to yourself.” He explained in an apologetic tone, his green eyes latching onto her own Orange ones.

“No need to apologize, I’ll see you in the morning I am sure.” She smiled sweetly at him, a familial smile that came from either motherly instincts or an older sibling. He nodded to her in lieu of a salute and made his way down toward where the crew was either playing cards, eating, or drinking. She had not been this calm, nor this unguarded in a while. It seemed like the deep sea, being a capricious being, had decided to bless their trip as the weather woman had said.

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The next morning found Chiaki looking out over the waves, the glint of the sun off of the breaching fish and the crests of the waves made her feel like she was looking at a vast gem mine, but with the bonus of being out in the fresh air.

“Squall comin’ in from the north, to the starboard bow!” She heard from the crow’s nest. Chiaki instantly looked up to see a sailor pointing out off of the right side of the ship, since she was facing the front of it. She had learned from the last voyage the difference between bow, stern, starboard, and port, and squinted, trying to get a good look. She had put away her butterflies, so she couldn’t send them ahead into the squall, and was worried about losing one of them if they got turned around and weren’t able to make it back to the ship.

“We ain’t got no weather worker Shinobi on board, so we’re going to have to just weather the storm boys.” The captain emerged from his cabin as if he were shot from some sort of bow, making a quick and effortless walk to the best vantage point on the bow. He grit his teeth and took out a looking glass. The whole ship was silent and still as he looked out towards the storm. Chiaki could see it, a small black blip to the North.

“Comin’ straight for us.” The captain murmured, “Tossin’ the waves, looks like about twenty foot swells." He grit his teeth and his hand on the deck squeezed harder, “We could probably avoid it, but it’d put us two days out from our destination, and I have a schedule to keep. Better to be blown off course by a couple hours to a day, than to take an unnecessary detour runnin’ from some bad weather.”

He took the glass from his eye and scratched his beard before eyeing Chiaki, who shrugged and made a quick ‘X’ with her arms, meaning she had no jutsu that could help them out of this storm, which she didn’t. Jutsu of that size would have to be maintained, and she couldn’t move a ship with her jutsu any more than she could summon a creature of the deep. They were on their own. He nodded in understanding.

“Stow the sails, roll out the oars, get the bailing buckets!” The captain boomed, his voice like the crack of a whip, sending the whole of the ship into a frenzy, “Anyone who isn’t helping return to your quarters and stay there.” He yelled this, and looked directly at Chiaki who hopped and stepped toward her cabin.

She could hear him shouting, as her footfalls resounded on the steps leading down to her cabin, the Lazeretto, and took his words to heart, “Tie yourselves to a mast or some part of the deck, I won’t have anyone overboard that isn’t prepared, if your life-line breaks and you get tossed, and we have to turn around for any man, I’ll personally break all the bones in your body. We have a doctor that would be happy to heal those for any man here after a couple of days of suffering.”

Great, she was being used as a means to motivate the crew. Chiaki rolled her eyes as she opened the door to her quarters, keeping the door open and putting on her shinobi gear. She kept her kunai as sharp as any scalpel, kept her tools close, and that included all of her medical gear. She opened her space-time portal and tossed in her staff and clothes, shutting it just in case she needed to use her chakra, and sat down on the floor, closing her eyes and meditating, making the hand seals for her new jutsu to keep her mind occupied on that instead of the waves.

The storm hit another hour or so later, when all of the nerves of the passengers and those that weren’t on the main decks were frayed. Chiaki could feel the tension and could have cut it with her kunai. It was so palpable she could feel the vibrations in the air as if it were some sort of Tiajutsu pressure.

She decided that she would open her portal and spread her pheromones to all of the crew. Bringing her hands together in seals, she opened her personal realm, finding her clothing and other gear unceremoniously dropped at the entrance still she gave a thought to them and the small iridescent butterflies flooded out of the portal, dispersing around all of the decks, their pheromones carrying the calm emotions that she desperately needed from the rest of the crew.

Sighing in the newfound calm that was spreading through the rest of the crew, she went back to meditating, the portal closing behind her.

“So you’re here then?” The swab came down to her room. Chiaki stood up dusting off her derriere and nodded at the youth. He walked in and closed the door, sliding the latch in the door.

“Kyoukan, Chiaki, formerly chuunin of the land of Lightning and Kumogakure, said to have defected to become a missing ninja, and worked with the Tsuchikage to reveal the secrets of our village.” He announced.

Chiaki’s heart stopped, the silicone one, and a bead of faux sweat beaded on her forehead and dripped down her face.

“I am here to collect your head or bring you back for trial to the Emperor, Hayate, may his name be praised.” He reached slowly for a pouch. That was new. He drew out a Kunai, and a seal. Chiaki almost gagged at the mention of Hayate’s name, the man that had thought that imprisonment was a suitable thing for someone who had been a friend of Maido’s. Maido had seen to it that her eyes were opened to his corruption. He was just another brainwashed Kumogakure no Sato Ninja afterall.

“On this seal is a fuuinjutsu that will seal off your ability to do jutsu, I hear that you are a rather accomplished ninjutsu specialist, and I would rather not have to fight you if at all possible, I have taken a bit of a liking to you, see and don't want to hurt you.” The youth’s face darkened, the lantern started to swing more erratically, casting shadows around the room, and darkening his face so that it looked demonic.

“I was going to wait for the backup that is coming with that storm, but why split the reward when I can subdue you here. After all, a Chuunin of the land of Lightning is no match for a Special Jounin. I don’t understand why your bounty was so high. Probably because you brought the blood-witch to the village.” He let out his breath, slowly, and eyed her with a look that filled her veins with ice.

“If you think that I am going to put that fuuinjutsu on myself, then you are sorely mistaken.” Some of her butterflies leaked through the keyhole, she watched as they started to glow behind him. He was focused on her, one hundred percent of his attention was on the kunoichi before him, which meant that they could perform the jutsu that she needed.

The pheromones dropped heavily onto him, filling the room. The pheromones for Awe, she took a step toward him, her eyes dropping to a half-lidded front of bravado, “I trained with the blood witch, and also with Shinjiro of the village hidden in the mist. I met with the Tsuchikage himself and he found me worthy of his village, which he wouldn’t have done if I was not valuable, and powerful.” She took another step toward him and he backed up, completely taken over by her pheromones of awe. She nodded and the butterflies that had funneled through the hole disarmed him and pressed his chest, hard enough to send him flying through the door that he had latched. Weaving hand seals and making a blurred movement toward him, she placed a five-pronged seal on his forehead, the paralysis seeping into his body almost immediately.

“I know you can still talk. Who is coming after me.” She took out a Kunai, holding it to his throat, her butterflies now spreading the pheromones of terror, and she saw it in his face.

“It doesn’t matter if I tell you now, there’s no way you’ll win against her. She’s the best Ishiguro we have. She and your clan are coming to stop you.” He cackled, wiggling his tongue in the corner of his mouth. A poison tablet. She laughed, a high pitched manic noise and let him clamp it between his teeth, his body starting to convulse through her jutsu.

She wove hand seals and pulled the poison from his body, leaving him sweating and shaking, his neck muscles straining to try to move the rest of him. She bent down near his ear and whispered, “A poison pill? Didn’t the Raikage know that I am a Medical nin?” She patted his cheek, making a mock pouting face but feeling her anger washing through her, “Awww, poor lad, looks like you’re not going to get a spot on the charter.”

“Kill me!” he roared, his head thrashing and banging against the boards behind him. He was going to try to bash his brains in. She knew that she wasn’t going to get anything more from him.

Chiaki, sighing, wove some more hand seals and blew a bubble around the lad, before she rolled it through the door to the cargo area, through the magazine, and kicked it into a corner, stacked some boxes around it, and left him there, biting at the silicone barrier and trying to make his escape. As long as the ship didn’t go down, the lad would be fine, and he would be found by the crew when the silicone barrier dissipated.

Putting a finger and thumb to her chin, she turned around and started to pace in the magazine. It made no sense. The charter had been checked, double checked, and triple checked. All those aboard should have been loyal to Kirigakure, except the people that had been in port there. But she had trusted the captain to interview those people. She had believed the youth, however, and so she was left here with this situation. She sighed and walked up toward the main deck.

“Swab Grander!” One of the men called down, she recognized him as another member of the irregular crew, the ones that had been hired by the captain in port. She could take no chances. Weaving seals, she pressed her fingers into this man’s chest, then struck him swiftly in the head, knocking him out, tossing him to the side as she breached up onto the upper deck, the rain slapping her in the face, and whipped her hair about. She gathered a couple of butterflies to her, who collected her hair, braided it, and kept together in a tight band to keep it affixed to the back of her head.

The boat rocked to the side as a wave broke over the deck, soaking the main deck with an inch of water. The crew was lowering a couple of the lifeboats that were being used to bail the water down the hatch to the decks below. Smart thinking.

“Physician Kyoukan, I told you to stay below deck.” The captain snarled, grabbing her arm and twisting her around roughly. She knew that this was out of care for her, but she needed to get his attention for a good couple seconds. Her butterflies channeled, creating more pheromones, spreading out from her rapidly, the companionship ones that she had been working on with them.

“Listen Captain, we have some members of Kumogakure no Sato on the charter, don’t panic, but we’re under attack from the enemy. When you hear the call that a ship’s been sighted, you’re going to have to make a choice, give me up, and probably your ship too.” She threw in that bit as an additional gamble that he wouldn’t want to give up his ship to Kumogakure. He was a sailor of Kirigakure after all.

He nodded, “Understood.” He let go of her arm and pushed her away, “Check the lifelines. Make sure that they’re secure for all the crew while you’re up here. And if you get antsy again, I’ll put you on bailing duty!” He shouted over the wind and rain, loud enough for all of the crew to hear.

Chiaki nodded, moving over to the life-lines and looked around at the crew, trying to gauge who was looking for a ship that hadn’t been spotted yet. She found a couple of them over on the starboard part of the ship. She knew that if she cut their lifelines, they would be lost at sea. Gritting her teeth and growling, she didn’t know what to do. Was there a way to take over the ship without loss of life? There had to be right?

Her desperation spread through her butterflies, amplified by them, before she asked them for calm. They obliged and cleared her head, she took a couple of deep breaths, then steadied herself against the main and started to make her way toward the fore, seeing if they could still see weather that was favorable, and were making for it.

It was the opposite, the direction they were going, as soon as she crawled up on the fore deck, was toward the heart of the storm. Toward the ship. Looking up at who was steering the ship, it wasn’t the captain, but one of the first mates. He stalwartly looked ahead, but catching his eyes, she noticed that he looked away too soon for it to be a coincidence. So he was in charge of this then?

She started to dash toward the steering wheel, planning to take out the first mate and turn the ship away from the danger ahead when she heard the man in the crow’s nest, “Ship dead ahead! Flying the flag of Kumogakure!”

“We’ve been made, men to battle stations!” The captain roared, looking up at the mate who took the sword from his belt, leveling it at the captain with a grin.

“Banri! You traitor!” he pointed his own sword at the first mate, missing the two that were on the starboard side of the ship, sliding out long serrated knives. Serrated knives meant they were for ripping, making sure that wounds couldn’t close, they usually carried poison. Chiaki snarled at the men, the butterflies came to her as she wove more seals, her chakra stores already starting to run low, she knew that this would be a gamble, but perhaps they could continue to move away from the ship rather than toward it if she stopped the battle here and now, and ran. She didn’t know how fast the other ship was, but it couldn’t be as fast as the Kirigakure no Sato ship, the Sword of the Sea, right?

“Cowards!” Chiaki shouted, her voice more shrill than she remembered it being as her butterflies flew toward them, bright iridescent streaks the caught them both in the chest, their paralyzed bodies hit the deck, and one fell on his knife. Great, more poison. She wasn’t going to be in any shape to face whoever was aboard that ship if she was caught without chakra.

The captain was already making for the deck, where the first mate was holding his own against three sailors quite easily. He had some military training then. She wasn’t surprised by that, actually, at all.

The captain spit five metallic objects from his mouth, streaking at the man. He blocked them, but caught one of the crew’s cutlasses in the shoulder. Chiaki knew that if she let the men attack him, he would be dead before she could do anything about it.

Running over to the man that had fallen on his own knife, she wove some hasty seals, separating herself into a clone and the real deal. The clone started up the deck after the captain, who was moving slowly toward the man who brandished his sword in movements that she wasn’t able to really see. The clone channeled chakra into her eyes, and watched as the time slowed, to her, tightening her perception she was able to see the movements, finally of the man. She stayed back, however, lacking the skills to move any closer to him. The captain moved toward him, the ringing of steel in their ears, the crews and hers was deafening.

The real Chiaki was seeing to the patient, the butterflies reconvening in her hair. She was sweating and shaking, even though the cold rain pelted her back and neck as she worked. She knew that this poison was one that Shinjiro would have used. It was meant for swift killing, and if she hadn’t taken immediate action, she knew that the man she was working on would have died. The poison came out of him, and she mixed the antidote as she watched the battle above her on the steering deck, the rain of blows from each combatant was merciless.

The captain finally pushed through the defenses, making a quick movement, cutting the man’s hand off and the clone attempted to stop the fatal blow, grabbing his wrist with her hand. He was stronger than her, however, much stronger, and she might as well have been a piece of paper for all the force she exerted on him. He moved, and the clone shot across the deck, smashing into the wall where the main deck met the fore deck. Chiaki winced at that and looked up, the man gripped his neck, panicked, as his head started to slip off. The captain’s sword must have moved again, as his arm looked like a snake for a split second, and the head of the traitor split into at least forty pieces.

Chiaki looked away, blinking back tears as she put the antidote to the man who had the knife wound in his shoulder’s mouth. He struggled against her. She felt two butterflies leave the back of her head where she kept them to keep her hair together, and pressed against his temples. She tried to force his mouth open.

“If you don’t open your mouth, I’ll either break your jaw, or shove it up your nose, you’ll be forced to ingest it either way. There’s no way you have trained against having something shoved up your nose, and the body’s first response is to sneeze, then swallow. You’ll get enough of a dose to save you.” She glared at him.

Opening his mouth reluctantly, she poured it in, shut it and assisted the swallow, “It’s ironic that the orchestrator of the destruction of Kumogakure General cares about anyone other than herself.” He spat at her, the spittle hitting her in the left eye. She wiped it away and slapped him.

“Of course I care about others, damnit! That’s why I left! Kumogakure and Hayate were selfish, keeping me caged! They were letting the world die while I was imprisoned, and then he wouldn’t let me cure anyone without an escort!” She shouted at him. It sounded so childish now that she screamed it at him.

“You don’t even believe your own words! Give it up and come back to Kumogakure no sato, attone for your sins against the emperor and he may be merciful!” He shouted back at her.

She stood up and started walking away from him, she sneered at the ship that was coming closer and closer into view. The captain apparently was now going to face her head on.

“Prepare the cannons on port side! Load cannons, get ready to fire!” the Captain grinned like a madman, the blood from his foe still all over his face, falling off of him in rivulets, the gore from it splattered across his chest. Chiaki thought that he looked rather the part of a youkai. She gulped and nodded shouting down to the crew, “First mate down! Ready the cannons!”

The Quartermaster, she had learned he wasn’t the first mate, ran up the stairs at that and blinked his bleary eyes, he had taken the shift before this one, and was known to be able to sleep through a cannon’s roar. Or that was what the crew had said about him. He scrambled over to the hatch.

“Gunner sergeant, Roll out the guns! Keep the powder dry! Aim for their masts!” The Quartermaster shouted.

“Belay that! We sink the dogs, let the sea keep the cursed gold and bounty from the emperor of the land of Lightning!” The captain roared, steering the ship so that it would come up alongside, giving the gunners a chance to shoot at the enemy ship, “Sink the cowards! Using ninjutsu to fight us, they must be scared!” He laughed a maniacal laugh.

She watched the other ship, the clone finding its feet, it joined her.

“You see that?” Chiaki said to her clone, who nodded. Someone on deck was channeling chakra, it was a Kyoukan sister, but she couldn't tell which one. Then she knew. It was Theraveda.

A great wall of rock erupted from the top of the ocean and started to topple toward the Sword of the sea, moving very quickly. Chiaki only knew of one technique that could stand up to this assault. She wove the seals, and had come up with the technique to neutralize a huge attack such as this, such as the one that Zao had cast when he was fighting Maido and Shinjiro. Now she wove it, a great wall of Kouton shards moving towards the earthen wall, chewing it up, and continuing on to the ship. She collapsed on the ship, gasping for air, it was a reflex from having used too much chakra. She was still able to see through the life-saving ballasts that were on the ship. The clone of hers took off toward the ship, weaving her own seals. A great skeleton of bone surrounding her, made from the doton earth that had lost its infusion from the other ninja as it had been churned to a doton, muddy, dust that lay thick on the water. The skeleton started to swing at the ship, a red tendril of kyoukan chakra latched onto the arm, swaying it from hitting the ship’s bow, sending it careening into the back of the ship, blasting off the mizzen-mast and sail, which whipped away in the wind. The shinobi who were keeping the storm up ran out of chakra, at that point, but the storm remained, showering everyone with cold pellets of water.

The skeleton started to move toward the ship again, and Chiaki, stunned from using too much chakra, watched as a denjiton field erupted around the ship. She knew that jutsu. It was Cros.

“Chiaki! Stop fighting! Come back! I have been told to kill you if you resist in any way!” Cros growled at her, “I should have never let you go back to Maido, I should have never let that bitch Maido take you when she did. You are too big an asset to the village to lose here. Come back and accept punishment!” The Skeleton started to crumble, the skull falling into the ocean, the clone was close to out of chakra as well. The skeleton couldn’t hold up on top of the water, though, so she knew why the clone had given up that jutsu. Chiaki crawled toward the hatch. The only chance that she had now was to try to regain her chakra out of sight and teleport out of there. She fell down the hatch just as the canons roared, they were aiming to sink the ship. Chiaki’s little iridescent butterflies caught her and took her to the cabin. She meditated, trying to push all other thoughts from her head, the battle raging out there between the now roaring in the bowels of the ship. She felt an impact of the enemy’s canons on the hull, heard the creak of fractured wood. She knew that they had taken a direct hit too. The situation was becoming more and more dire.

“Kyoukan Chiaki! Come out!” Cros’ voice came, as the clone ran into the room and formed some seals on herself. She motioned for the butterflies to move the real Chiaki toward the bed, to hide her under it. Chiaki knew what she meant. The butterflies gathered and took her to the bed, shoving her body under it as she tried to gather the chakra she needed to teleport, to make connection to that anchor at the base. Kintsugi would be her safe haven. She knew that it would be.

“Chiaki!” Cros came down the stairs, leveling her sword at the clone’s throat, she pushed it inside the cabin. “This is what you wanted huh? To travel the world, spreading dissent among the people, making more casualties to heal? You’re without a doubt the worst doctor that I’ve ever met.”

The clone looked back, down the edge of the sword at Cros and shook her head, “N-no, I didn’t I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

“What was with those jutsu back there then? That one that you learned from the land of rock! You’re an Iwagakure shinobi now! I am not even sure you can be saved at this point!” Cros shouted from her vantage point, “I can’t believe that I was in a team with you! In a team that was supposed to bring Kumogakure and Konohagakure closer together! I thought that I was doing you and Kirari a favor by doing this!” She shook her head and Chiaki was surprised to find that tears were in her eyes.

“You know that Hayate doesn’t care whether you come back dead or alive?” Cros clenched her hand on the sword pointed at the clone’s neck and Chiaki’s clone nodded back, the blade bit into her neck a small amount.

“I do, I knew that he wanted me dead from the time that I left with Shinjiro. I knew that there was going to be no freedom for me there, I knew that even if I succeeded in becoming Kage that I wouldn’t be able to heal the wounds of the world underneath that iron fist that he calls justice. It would be another cage under the kage hat.” Chiaki’s clone said what the real Chiaki, hidden under the bed, was thinking, buying time. The clone, Chiaki knew, had enough for one more paralysis jutsu at least, perhaps she could get that off before Cros killed her, and then they both would be able to erase the memories of those on board. Chiaki knew the knack of it now, since Natsumi had taught it to her, after coming out of the tunnels underneath Iwagakure, known as the catacombs.

"Listen to yourself!" Cros pleaded.

Chaiki’s clone started to weave the seals, moving her hands as the sword plunged through her neck into the wooden wall behind her. It didn’t hinder the clone, however, being made of Silicone, it had the false core, the one that Chiaki had thought of just in case she needed to leave and leave a false clone behind to distract the enemy. It was the perfect clone.

Cros looked horrified, “You’re just like Maido!” She roared, twisting the blade, kicking it into the wall further as she hopped back, leaving the blade anchored in the wall, the seals glowed on the clone’s fingers. As it reached for Cros, she saw that the seals didn’t find purchase.

“You’re just like her! You even gave up your humanity! I am doing this world a favor by ridding it of another abomination. Kyoukan Chiaki! I find you guilty of treason against Kumogakure no Sato and I sentence you to death.” Cros started the tirade shouting, but calmed rapidly, before making it matter-of-factly a statement. The seals formed, so slowly that Chiaki could see them clearly. She was going to cast that one jutsu again. Not good, at this range, her main body would be affected too, and she would lose control of that one. The butterflies on her head moved toward her core, ripping her skin open, finding it, and gathering around it, bracing for the jutsu as she thought of this.

Then a plan hatched. She would be able to fake her death, wiping her existence as Maido had, and that would be that. Kyoukan Chiaki would cease to exist. She really was turning into Maido, or had turned into her. As the denjiton hit her, she felt everything grow dark, unable to sense anything as her body crumbled under the bed and Cros delivered the finishing blow to the core of the clone. The core was inert anyhow, having been hit by Cros’ jutsu. The butterflies swept the real core out of the room as Cros looked at the silicone false core of her clone, the color of black blood, drip onto the floor.

She was able to hear the weeping, as the butterflies were able to tell her of it, imagining the pain that Cros felt at having to take out her friend, her companion, her teammate for betraying Kumogakure no Sato.

Chiaki, when she was finally able to reform herself from her core, found that her butterflies had dragged her to the middle of the ocean and had formed a make-shift raft. She had no idea what happened to the boats after that, had no idea what became of “The Sword of The Sea” or of Ishiguro Cros, but found that the sunlight, instead of comforting was harsh and shed light on what Chiaki was, and what she was not.

She was a traitor, she was a thief, and she was a kidnapper. She was seen as a mass-murderer, even though she had gone through such painstakingly meticulous lengths to ensure none of the people that she attacked were killed aboard the ship. She knew that she was always going to be viewed that way, that her ruined clone’s core would be taken back and given to the Kyoukan family, where it would be destroyed and then placed in an urn, along with the other traitorous clan members, or those clan members who had deviated from the true path. She had left her headband aboard the ship, along with her belongings. Chiaki wept selfish tears for a long while, floating on her butterflies until she sobered from the experience and wove the shaky hand seals to take her back home.

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Cros looked as the blood ran down the wall where she had pierced the core, the silicone had started to slough off of the megallium bones that surrounded the ribcage. A butterfly, a symbol of either peace or of blood. An ironic thing to make a core out of for a bloodless creature such as an elemental body. She felt nothing but disgust now for Chiaki Kyoukan. She twisted the blade and dislodged it from the wall, picking up the core, she found the symbols had faded on its surface right after she had stabbed it. Good riddance to a traitor of Kumogakure no Sato. She had killed others of her kind, other Ishiguro, and she had done it for the glory of the land of lightning, and she would do it again. Steeling herself for this mission was almost more than she could bear, but when Chiaki had made herself known at the festival in Pebble, it was almost too good to be true. She had a tail in the form of some ninja guarding all the ports out of town and they had spent many resources to bring this woman to justice.

She had perhaps acted rashly when she had killed Chiaki, but she didnt’ feel remorse, finding the rubbery substance flaking from under the bed, she saw a clone that she had inadvertently hit with her jutsu, already turning to mush without the chakra acting on it from the original. This one didn’t have a core. So this was the clone, she fingered the core. She had figured that Chiaki would have learned from Maido that a core was your essence and to guard it better than this. Chiaki wasn’t a fighter though, so of course she didn’t think of that.

Holding the broken thing, she found it tragic and beautiful, before stuffing it into the sack.

She ascended the stairs and skitter-stepped to the back of the captain, cutting his head cleanly from his shoulders, she signaled the other ship with his recently severed head. The ship started to assume ramming speed, when the two ships collided, the kumogakure ship moved slowly off toward the south, to escape the rest of the battle. There were a couple of the crew of the “sword of the sea” it was called, how cute, that had jumped over to make battle with the crew of the ship.

She walked over to the Kyoukan aboard the ship, the acting head of the clan as she had the greatest control and chakra reserves of the clan, and apparently had been a teacher of Chiaki. She held her hand out, palm down, with the core in it. Theraveda opened her hands and took the butterfly in them.

“She wasn’t a Kyoukan anymore, she was a monster. I had to kill her to make sure that she wouldn’t bring more shame to the Kyoukan name, and besmirch the Raikage anymore.” She stated flatly.

Theraveda broke down in sobs at it, petting the wings delicately, “My littlest Kyoukan sister. Why?” She sobbed, and Cros left her there, in a puddle of her own misery. Cros left, going back to her cabin before cleaning her sword five separate times, trying to clean the memory of what Chiaki had become. She watched the silicone start to melt with her technique, leaving a horrid mask of her former friend, saw the megallium bones, saw the butterfly, a perverted homage to Kirari she supposed, and steeled herself to kill Kirari the next time that she saw her. She had undoubtedly been tainted by Chiaki herself.
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She found herself on the doorstep of her own chambers with barely enough chakra to keep her silicone together without sloughing off of her megallium skeleton, having had to reform it before teleporting from the jutsu that she knew. She pushed open the door, before stumbling in, leaving little puddles of Silicone as she went, clearly wounded, she pulled herself up onto the bed, and closed her eyes, her whole body trembling from the emotions that crushed her chest, not letting her breathe. She screamed in futility at the ceiling, the walls trembled with the screech, and if anyone were close to her chambers they would for sure have heard them.

Summoning up the chakra that she needed to move, she thought of only one person. The thoughts swam in her head about how she had left Kirari to go on this mission to Kiri, hw she had missed her while she was away, and how she was desperate for the attention of the girl that she had started a fiery passionate relationship with and needed to be told that it was all going to be okay, even if it wasn’t. Kirari was lovely for that, for cuddles and intimacy that made the world melt away.

Chiaki’s mind was fuzzy from the lack of chakra, which was what fueled her body now and she fought for control of her thoughts as she lay there, looking up that the ceiling, the tears started to well up in her eyes, she knew that she needed to move, but what Cros had said struck her deep to the core, a blow that wasn’t physical but would leave a scar none the less on her soul, rather than her body or her core. She sniffled, trying to wipe away the tears that just kept coming. She could turn them off, she knew, but she didn’t have the chakra to fight it right now, nor the chakra to turn them off, the tear glands that she had given her form when she had reformed, trying desperately to hold onto some semblance that she was human, or at least that she was a person still and not the monster that Cros accused her of being.

She wept, and to the world, Chaiki Kyoukan died on that ship. It was time to start afresh. She was no longer Kyoukan, Chiaki. She would have to assume a new identity. She didn’t know who she was supposed to be anymore, she knew that she would have to get some guidance from someone that she trusted, someone that she loved, someone that cared about her, and someone that was smart. There would have to be more minds that went into making up her identity than hers, and she would have to probably make sure that Kirari and her relationship started over, this time slower to the people around Kirari, or Kirari would be seen as a monster, the monster that Chiaki was.

She stood up, legs wobbly, and tried to gather chakra to herself, doing the breathing exercises that Theraveda, all those years ago when she was sitting in the rocks, had taught her. She had been unable to control the flow of chakra that was leaking out of her at that point, was unable to control the tethers like Theraveda, and still probably was only Theraveda’s equal in that, but she tried anyway. The chakra came back slowly to her, not all at once like she knew it wouldn’t. It seeped into her core, She had room for one more jump in her system, she knew.

She needed Kirari.

A quick set of seals brought a mostly soupy Chiaki to their backyard, near the pond where Kirari was waist-deep in her element, water, and playing with the fish that they farmed for the locals of the land of Stars. It had no right to be as sunny as it was, when Chiaki was breaking on the inside. She fell to her knees, some silicone sloughing off of her megallium skeleton, leaving her shoulder exposed. She concentrated, keeping her mostly together, minus that one part and as Kirari came over, she wept, spilling the whole story to her lover.

She hoped that Kirari would understand.

She prayed that Kirari would forgive her, and she fainted, after having given the gist of the story to Kirari, into her lover’s embrace.










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during this month all jutsu for Chiaki are 300 words

Words needed: 12000

Words achieved: 13272




Uroko Style • Gentle breeze
D-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user channels chakra into the air around them. They will then release a torrent of scales which surge outward from their head at forehead height at [control] strength and speed. The scales will reach 15 meters forward, and produce a halo like effect, forming a ‘donut’ shape around them and remaining stationary unless acted upon. The chakra will remain in the scale for 3 posts and apply the scale passive at the beginning of every post to whatever is touching it or comes into contact with it during that time.

Uroko Style • Butterfly's haze
D-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the necessary hand seals, the user will form a ball of scales the size of a watermelon in their hand. Then they point at an area above a targets head, up to 15 meters out. The ball of scales will explode on contact or when it reaches 15 meters and rain scales equal in strength to [Control], and cover a 10m radius in a cloud of scales which linger in the air. This technique will last 5 posts maximum, applying the passive to anyone standing inside the jutsu at the time.

Uroko Style • Wings Flutter
D-Ranked Scales Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will expel a small cloud of scales from their hands in one direction only about 1 meter in diameter. This cloud travels 15 metres from the user’s hands at [Control] strength and speed, and is intended to be thrown into the face of an opponent. This causes a rush of euphoria, and usually is accompanied by sweating, blushing, and increased heart rate and breathing. This cloud disperses after a single post, but the passive persists.

Uroko Style • Scale Bombard
C-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will generate three balls of scales approximately the size of a jawbreaker. These are each fired in quick succession on a trajectory of the user’s choosing at [control] speed and strength up to 30 meters.

Uroko Style • Clone
C-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will create a clone of themselves out of scales that has stats equal to the user. This clone is capable of only using Uroko style jutsu. The clone lasts [Control]/4 posts.

Uroko Style • Glittering Mist
C-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the necessary hand seals, the user will channel their chakra below the ground. They will then cause a geyser of scales to blast from beneath the earth somewhere within 20m of their person. The geyser erupts from the ground at [control] Speed and with [control] Strength. This geyser continues to produce scales for 3 posts, spreading enough to cover a 30m radius around itself and obscuring the area. Any who touch these will have the scale passive applied, and again every post they start in the mist caused by this.

Uroko Style • Scale Hail
C-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the necessary hand seals, the user will channel their chakra into an existing Scale Jutsu. Once this is done, they will cause the scales to erupt in a hail all around a 30 meter radius. The explosions scatter scales for 5 posts into the air.

Uroko Style • Euphoric Armour
B-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the appropriate hand seals, the user will form a armor out of scales of up to three layers, each layer has [control] strength. Any attacks hitting this armor make the armor erupt in scales in a 60 meter radius. It also renders the user immune to the scale jutsu passive effects. This lasts for a number of posts equal to the user’s [Chakra Pool/2].

Uroko Style • Scale Jail
B-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the hand seals required, the user will expel scales from their hand, creating a wall first, then a box around anyone caught in the 60 meter x 60 meter box created. This cube has [control] strength and showers those caught within constantly with scales. Upon contact with the scales and every start of a post in the jutsu it applies the passive effect of the scales. This jutsu only lasts up to 5 posts.

Uroko Style • Wings of Freedom
B-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will channel chakra into their shoulder blades and then face away from the attacks coming at them. The scales that form there will propel the user with a strength and speed equal to their [control] stat in a straight line away from the point of impact, spreading scales in a 60 meter radius at the point of impact. These wings have [control] strength and can be used multiple times until they break. This cannot be used to achieve pseudo-flight.

Uroko Style • Butterfly Flight
A-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will expel a large set of wings from their backs at [control] speed. They can also reinforce wings from the *Uroko Style • Wings of Freedom jutsu to act as these wings instantaneously. They will be able to move at [control] speed with these wings for up to 8 posts. These wings have strength equal to the user's [control], and can be used, by use of a Kai seal and extra chakra to form a cocoon of [scales] with 2 layers of [control] strength. The cocoon erupts in a cloud of scales when struck in a cloud of 80 meters, applying the scale passive to any who touch it.

Uroko Style • Euphiric Hemophilia
A-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will coat up to two weapons in scales. This lends the weapons an additional piercing, slashing, or bludgeoning strength equal to the user's [control] strength. If the weapons touch an opponent they lose this property and spread at [control] speed to cover the target in scales, attempting to spread into the ears, eyes, nose, and mouth of the victim. If not destroyed, they will continue to multiply, encasing the enemy in a cocoon similar to the one in *[color=#0E8EB11][color=#0E8EB11]Uroko Style • Butterfly Flight[/color][/color]

Uroko Style • Scale Mail
A-Ranked Scale Jutsu: requires 30 [control]
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will empower any scale jutsu they have created within an area of 80 meters holding all the scales in place with [control] strength, creating a semi-solid substance. Anything without [strength] equal to or above the user's [control] will be slowed down by [control/5] speed and will have the passive applied for every 20 meters they move through this jutsu. This requires Supreme concentration, meaning the user cannot focus on any other jutsu while this is in effect.

Uroko Style • Blinding Scales
S-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user will disappear from sight at [control] speed, their body covered in butterfly scales, the scales retracting light at the correct wavelengths to make the user completely invisible. This jutsu lasts up to 8 posts. They are able to walk on these scales soundless. This jutsu may be ended early in an explosion of scales, saturating an area 160 meters in diameter. These scales last for the remainder of the duration.

Uroko Style • Scales of Judgement
S-Ranked Scale Jutsu
After performing the correct hand seals, the user channels their chakra into the ground. The user may select one person within 160m of themselves. A cloud of scales will then erupt at [Control] speed and strike with [Control] strength towards the person. If these scales manage to touch that person’s skin, it will drain the will from their psyche. If the opponent's willpower is lower than 36, they will immediately lose themselves in euphoria for 3 posts, being unable to feel anything else, nor act for 3 posts. Otherwise, upon contact they lose 12 willpower for the remainder of the thread in addition to the scales' passive. The cloud remains for 3 posts.

Doton • Earthen Ninja Weapons
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a set of up to 10 basic projectiles, such as kunai, shuriken, or senbon, in their hand, or can conjure up to 2 weapons. These tools have [Control] strength. These last until the end of the thread.

Doton • Earthen Shield
D-Rank Ninjutsu
The user claps their hands together to create a specific set of hand seals and then Doton springs from the ground at [control] speed in a shield (either kite, tower, or buckler) that attaches to the subject’s or the user’s arm. This shield has [control] strength, and lasts for [control/5] posts.

Doton • Weapon Coating
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will either touch or shoot a projectile at a weapon. The projectile moves at [control] speed and upon hitting (or touching) the weapon, seals the weapon in 15 meters of doton with [control] strength. Thie makes the weapon considerably harder to swing, and if caught mid-swing, deflects the initial strike by [control] strength. This lasts up to 3 posts

Doton • wall
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a solid stone wall up to 10 meters away from them at [Control] speed. The wall has [Control] strength and is 15x15x1 meters large. They can also shape this into a dome or a sphere of 15 meters diameter. These last up to 5 posts
(Learned in viewtopic.php?f=56&t=8344862#p4195065 )

Doton • Chains
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a set of chains that extends upward from a point up to 15 meters out from their person. These erupt from the ground and attempt to bind their opponent with [control] strength in every link. This can create up to 15 meters in length for the chain itself, with up to [controlx10] links in the chain. When this jutsu wraps around the target, the links fuse to any other links created by this jutsu before retaining their strength for up to 5 posts.

Doton • Improved Earthen Ninja Tools
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a set of up to 30 basic projectiles, such as kunai, shuriken, or senbon, in their hand. These tools have [Control] strength. These last until the end of the thread. In addition, they can create up to [control/10] basic projectiles with fuuin and crafting bonuses applied to it, rather than the 30 basic projectiles.

Doton • Mole
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a hole up to 30 meters down, originating at themself. When the user enters the hole, Doton covers the area where they entered, creating minimal signs of disturbance which can be revealed by a specific sensory or perception jutsu of like rank for tracking to find that the user has entered the earth. Thereafter, for 5 posts, the user will hollow out the earth in the direction they wish to head at [control] speed. The user is able to burrow down up to [controlx2] meters. While the user is moving like this, they replace the earth that they moved through, thereby not creating a tunnel, but rather a bubble around themself as they move through the earth.

*Doton • Tremors
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals and holding the last one, the user will stomp their foot on the ground, releasing their chakra in it and causing it to tremor violently for one post. The tremors radiate out from the user in a 25 meter radius, knocking down anyone standing on the ground without a stability taijutsu technique of a rank equal to [Control]. Lasts as long as the last seal is held, for up to 3 posts.

*Doton • Harden Earth
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user places their palm on the ground, channelling chakra into it and increasing the density of the earth beneath them in a 25 meter radius around them. This earth is extra resilient to digging and takes strength stat equal to [Control] in order to even dent. Falling on this section of ground without a proper landing could also potentially increase damage.

Doton • Improvised Projectile
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user indicates one doton jutsu that is infused with their chakra of up to 5 pieces and hurls that(those) piece(s) at a target within 30 meters at [control] speed and strength in a straight line.

Doton • Stone Bones
S-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will form a large skeleton made of stone around themself of up to 160 meters in height. The user will be inside the Skeleton’s skull as it raises from the earth. This skeleton moves with the user’s movements at [control] speed and strength for up to 5 posts.

Butterfly Pheromones • Releaser pheromone: Sadness
C-Rank butterfly pheromone jutsu
The butterflies that Chiaki controls release pheromones that travel at [synch] speed from their bodies, up to 30 meters from their main mass. These pheromones have no physical substance, but travel around corners, in cracks, and fill the available space. If the subject(s) breathe these in, they have a behavioral response to the Primer Pheromone to engage with the nearest outside stimulus with sadness, impairing their ability to engage in combat. This sadness can be counteracted if a subject has a [willpower] equal to the [synch]-5 used for this technique. This attaches to the first thought that the person has, and validates it however they are able.

Butterfly Pheromones • Releaser pheromone: Gratitude
C-Rank butterfly pheromone jutsu
The butterflies that Chiaki controls release pheromones that travel at [synch] speed from their bodies, up to 30 meters from their main mass. These pheromones have no physical substance, but travel around corners, in cracks, and fill the available space. If the subject(s) breathe these in, they have a behavioral response to the Primer Pheromone to engage with Chiaki with gratitude, impairing their ability to engage in combat. This gratitude can be counteracted if a subject has a [willpower] equal to the [synch]-5 used for this technique. This attaches to the first thought that the person has, and validates it however they are able.

Butterfly Pheromones • Releaser pheromone: Companionship
S-Rank butterfly pheromone jutsu
The butterflies that Chiaki controls release pheromones that travel at [synch] speed from their bodies, up to 30 meters from their main mass. These pheromones have no physical substance, but travel around corners, in cracks, and fill the available space. If the subject(s) breathe these in, they have a behavioral response to the Primer Pheromone to engage with Chiaki with companionship, impairing their ability to engage in combat. This fear can be counteracted if a subject has a [willpower] equal to the [synch] used for this technique. This attaches to the first thought that the person has, and validates it however they are able. If they are unable to counteract the strong feeling of companionship, they will not attempt to engage Chiaki in a fight, but will respond appropriately depending upon their characteristics.

Butterfly Pheromones • Releaser pheromone: Awe
S-Rank butterfly pheromone jutsu
The butterflies that Chiaki controls release pheromones that travel at [synch] speed from their bodies, up to 30 meters from their main mass. These pheromones have no physical substance, but travel around corners, in cracks, and fill the available space. If the subject(s) breathe these in, they have a behavioral response to the Primer Pheromone to engage Chiaki with Awe, disabling their ability to engage in combat. This feeling of awe can be counteracted if a subject has a [willpower] equal to the [synch] used for this technique. This attaches to the first thought that the person has, and validates it however they are able. If they are unable to counteract the strong feeling of awe, they will not attempt to engage Chiaki in a fight, but will respond appropriately depending upon their characteristics.

Silicone • Stifling Bubble
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will shoot a silicone projectile from their mouth which will expand into an opaque bubble and fly at their opponent at [control] speed up to 15 meters away. This bubble will engulf their opponent (up to 15 meters tall), sealing them inside until they break out with a strength of [control]. While inside this bubble the opponent cannot make noises that would affect the outside world.

Silicone • Partial Mummification
D-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will shoot a silicone projectile from their mouth at [control] speed which will engulf up to 25% of an opponent on contact, sticking to them with [control] strength. The silicone will then harden, making that appendage harder to move. This silicone is not porous.

Silicone • Entrapment
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will shoot a silicone projectile from their mouth which will expand into an opaque bubble and fly at [control] speed. This bubble will engulf their opponent or an opponent jutsu (up to 30 meters in diameterl), sealing them inside until they break out with a strength of [control]. While inside this bubble the opponent cannot make noises that would affect the outside world, nor cast jutsu without breaking the bubble first.

Silicone • Separate parts
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will point at a silicone substance and will be able to separate and reform it up to [control] amount of times at [control] speed. With the use of a ‘kai’ sign. Attacks that would normally hit the jutsu thereby go through the silicone substance, rather than colliding with it before reforming into a cohesive whole. This is particularly useful for techniques that would otherwise destroy the silicone. The space between both silicone halves must be equal to or less than 30 meters.

Silicone • Barrier of hope
S-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the correct hand seals the user will create a bubble starting from themselves around an area of up to 160 meters radius from the point of origin out at [control] speed. This can be used to create anything spherical in nature, and can extend to below the ground as well. The barrier can have up to 8 layers, following the multiple projectile jutsu rules.

Silicone • Sili-Clone of Mine
S-Rank Ninjutsu
Requirements: *[Ninjutsu • Advanced Shadow Clone Technique]
After performing the correct hand seals the user will create a clone made of Silicone that has every detail of the user, right down to the chakra signature. It is an extremely advanced clone technique, and remains until dispelled, has access to all of the jutsu of the user, and doesn’t ‘pop’ as a clone does when it dies, but becomes inert as the user would. The clone has a ‘core’ that must be destroyed, per the core rules with a strength equal to [1/5th control]. The clone’s core remains, but becomes inert upon destruction. This clone can be detonated, if so desired, creating a shock-wave, scattering silicone particulates in the air within a 160 meter radius. The blast happens at [control] speed and strength. Destroying the clone this way causes the user to lose the leftover chakra. If disabled, rather than detonated or destroyed, the clone gives the user back chakra per the *[Ninjutsu • Advanced Shadow Clone Technique].

Kouton • Steel Beam
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
After performing the required hand seals, the user will channel chakra into their forehead. The next time that they nod, a steel beam will shoot out of their forehead, 1 meter by 1 meter by 4 meters in length, traveling at [control] speed with [control] strength up to 15 meters.

Kouton • Anchor Shot
C-Ranked Ninjutsu
After performing the required hand seals, the user will channel chakra into their hand and shoot out a chain made of Kouton with a spear head attached to it. This spear head (of [control]] strength) will attempt to penetrate the hapless victim within 30 meters at [control] speed, in the torso or one of their limbs and will hook into it like a harpoon. The chain, as it is made will make an anchor which will drag the target down with [control] strength and speed toward the ground.

Kouton • Make it Rain
C-Ranked Ninjutsu
After performing the required hand seals, the user will channel chakra into their hand and shoot out a spray of Kouton ryo coins, this blast takes place in a cone originating from the user and extending out to 30 meters moving at [control] speed with [control] strength.

Kouton • Steel Tidal Wave
S-Ranked Ninjutsu
After performing the required hand seals, the user will channel chakra into the ground, creating a tidal wave of Kouton shards that spans 160 meters wide by 3 meters thick, this Tidal wave moves in erratic ways, tearing and shredding anything caught within. The user then pushes the wave up to 160 meters from their position forward, grinding anything in their path with the same intensity at [control] speed and strength.
Last edited by Kanade on Thu Mar 30, 2023 10:36 pm, edited 3 times in total.
~~My characters~~
Iwagakure Jounin: Kanade Enkouten
Thread Tracker for Kanade (previously Chiaki): viewtopic.php?f=105&t=8345273&p=4197389#p4197389
Kirigakure Genin: Achiyo
Heart Samurai: Kyudo-ite, Kasuri
Sunagakure Genin: Kouseki, Kagayaki
Sunagakure Jounin: Naegi, Aihachi

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