[Social Training] But I Throw Weapons at You the Whole Time

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[Social Training] But I Throw Weapons at You the Whole Time

Post by Sia » Wed Feb 24, 2021 3:57 am

One dreary winter morning in which many had been mourning, the young Kaguya maiden Ou did find herself contouring. She went about the workshop yes, made of her room you see? Out grown it though she surely had, so expand it had to be. The white haired prospect gathered it up, her belongings and took them in.

For whatever reason, she set up a forge at the battlegrounds down at the inn. It was a good location. Thst was for sure, a nice intersection of roads. Many could pass through here for sure, perhaps she could set up a store. The goads of the lode and the load and the loads, the loaves, the knows, the nose, the pose. Each of these things were a taxing misfortune, a bellowing flame in the embers she'd forge in. She started with stone, formed it into a circle. She widened it out, she gave it some speckles. At the end of the drying, she speckled and freckled. Delighted, excited, even almost ignited, she worked fervently onwards and fervishly bited.

Hammering away, the Kaguya was quite busy. She tended the fires, the flames of her furnace. Her forge, her tempest, her flaming red earnest. The red glowing stone had been reduced to molten. It bellowed exceptional heat, not to touch, or else hello. The hell one could feel from touching this molten stone, was nothing compared to the grotesque task of bone. She forged it out smoothly, taking her sweet time. She brought it forth from bone from her marrow, with craftsmanship, care, practice, and time. It was a long drawn out method, not rushed in the slightest.

The bones they did ossify and yet they were off the high, she worked back and forth, now pleased with her setup, she decided to take break and go for a get up. Some training would do, for sure, she could even do both. She brought forth her bones and shaped them out in her mind's eye. This particular design was going to make people cry. She knew it was true, as soon as she thought it. Oh well, she supposed. She'd already wrought it. She conjured up courage and tremors inside. She wrought it with malice, yet precision and kind. She formed the shape based on the design of the bruises. Two round circles, made of bone, with a length of cord in between them, betwixt them, made of tiny splintered bones, like chains.

A Bola she had made, for sure, of her own bones and such. A prototype, for certain, that much she knew for sure to be definitely true. To try it out. Nonetheless, was what was was to do. She tossed the Bola at an passing critter of the night. Even against such a small frail target, she knew it wouldn't do. The chains were just to small to hold up, she had to change the design twas true. She would get it right, for sure, she had the right idea. A hybrided corded projectile weapon, was certainly a stretch. She'd make it work, She'd work it first, and leave out all the wretch.

Again she conjured, bringing forth her limbs, a bit of bone that extended from within. From the arm bones long, it spread out to song. Then stretched out thin and became corded, threaded, like rope, intertwined, and even thin. Yet retained its strength just as she had intended. For sure she had the method down now, for bone threading. She made another one, taking the bone from her shin. Then another, the bone from her ribs. Then the thigh, the other shin, then another from her chin. From the collar bones, from the shoulder blades, from the spine, from the sins.

She worked the bones out and practiced in repeat the methods. She worked it until it was nothing but memory. On command, she could produce it, from almost anywhere. Rope if bone, of any thickness, on demand, on command. A useful new tool to add to the box. She made a Bola now, and tossed it down the lot. Two large spheres, made of bone at the ends of cord. A tripping, trapping, disabling trap hazard. In the right persons hands, a dark evil tool. Not quite yet for this warrior, but with training, who knew? Anything could happen when one had the right mindset. Who knows, things could get worse, for sure. Or better, or cursed.

It wasn't enough, she needed to perfect the method. It wasn't quite right, she needed a second. She thought on it long and she thought on it hard, she made new developments and prototypes and littered the yard. She cleaned it all up and then set back to work, she supposed she could try giving the cord a jerk. She set back to work and then jerked the bone outwards. It left from her elbow, and spindled like chains. The bones connected in sequences, it was exactly as tamed. She shot out the Bola, this one straight from the arm. It hit at a training dummy, way down the yard. It wrapped round its legs, not a bad hit. But she needed a moving target for sure. Still, she wasn't quite fit. For now she'd make the weapons and practice a bunch. If someone were willing, she'd sit down for lunch. For now it was early though and the sun was just up. Her new forge was running hot, and the intersection was soon to be busy. The training grounds would likely fill up as the city awakes from the slumber which takes them at night.

Still though she persisted and continued her training. Through the mist, she created the bones. From her arms, she shot forth a Bola. A corded projectile, meant to entangle. Another she made, and shot under the glade. From the upper arm now, rather than the forearms avow. The next Bola came out from her neck, straight behind her. By twisting and turning, it shot off through the air. Without a care to be fair, the continued the chore. Not a bore but a lesson, she summoned forth her best then. Bringing forth great muster, bones from all the bluster. Another Bola struck out, then another, then some others. She sent them out cleanly, in sequences and sundered. She continued to practice it and made sure not to falter. Not until it was perfect, but until she could not make a mistake.


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†Death Bone Pulse: Bola
D-Ranked Taijutsu
Ossifying bones from anywhere on their body, the user will create up to three bola and launch them outwards (or throw them). The Bola have a strength equal to the users and have a cord roughly half a meter long and on strike will wrap around whatever was struck, snaring it. They are considered both projectile and corded weapons.
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And part of why I scooped him is cus I wanted to make him a Toukai and people told me they thought it was a bad idea :/
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Tydie:
saigen is like the dysfunctional family you choose to be part of
Onu:
Tydie is trash i cant believe he only gave 1 point for that masterpiece.
Methtastic:
Crazy how elaborate the system is for a group of people who only finish a fight a tenth of the time after 2 months of arguing over 3 seconds of combat
Tydie:
dattebayo intensifies
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If you want to speed up the process you can just talk to one of the other staff members about it.
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[Social Training] But I Throw Weapons at You the Whole Time

Post by Golnax » Wed Feb 24, 2021 2:22 pm

In a time before the Great War, in a time before the rank of bannin, Aimi Kaguya did some training in the misty night...

As Ou went about her business creating weapons from bone there came the distinct sound of sound metal clashing against bone though there was nothing to see at first. Through the fog of night came Aimi Kaguya, a cousin, holding his longsword down at his side in one hand and one of the bolas that Ou had made in the other. He stopped when he came within eyesight of Ou and, yep, that was Ou alright. That mask of hers was always so distinct it was easy to pick her out from a crowd. She was like some short parody of an ANBU member in dark clothing. None of the Kaguya were short on individual characteristics but Ou certainly had a style all her own.

Holding up the bone bolas aloft Aimi called out, "Oi, watch where you're throwing these!" before smiling, chuckling softly, and tossing the bones to the ground with a satisfying clatter. "You know there's our own personal training ground back at the Kaguya compounds, what are you doing out here?" he asked before immediately deciding that he didn't care one way or the other. She was a genin training in the middle of the night all by her lonesome. Who hadn't? Taking a few steps forward and away from Ou Aimi reached down behind his back and removed the scroll he carried there before kneeling on the ground and opening it up. "I'm restless and could use some exercise. Don't aim those things at me, 'kay?" he communicated before making a short series of handseals and pressing his hand to the opened scroll. A puff of smoke surrounded him for a few seconds during which time he stood up and grabbed a hold of the special case that contained twenty of his longswords side by side.

With a flick of his wrist they were airborne and came raining down around him and away from Ou, covering a 10 meter radius at random angles and positions. He sat the case down on top of the open scroll and lifted his drawn sword up to rest on his shoulder. What would he train in his Mugen, Infinite One Sword Style, tonight? As he was pondering this the sound of foot steps came through the darkness and the mist prompting him to lift his head to meet their coming. The light of the forge illuminated the figure of yet another ninja, one that Aimi didn't know, in standard Kirigakure gear. "What exactly is going on here?" the ninja questioned and Aimi smiled. "Just a bit of training! Actually, you're just in time, would you mind helping me with this?" he asked the stranger.

"Help you?" they asked but as they were speaking Aimi was already on the move, dashing forth and darting between his blades until he was behind the ninja who had enough time to realize that Aimi was gone and begin to look behind him before the jounin struck, cleaving his blade into the ninja's back and leaving them momentarily stunned - long enough to grab another of his blades from the ground around him and strike again, spinning on the spot and embedding the blade in their side. He would continue like this, intricately spinning - practically dancing - as he moved around this poor passerby and leaving his blades in him like some sort of grotesque parody of a voodoo doll. He stopped when he had left twelve blades in them, grabbing a thirteenth and standing in front of their gored body. Blood leaked and spurted from them, a terrible ring of viscera surrounding their feet and the immediate area. Aimi himself had managed to remain bloodless somehow.

As the traumatized shinobi looked at Aimi in the eyes, hardly able to even whimper, the jounin lifted his thirteenth blade up high over his head, grabbing a hold of it with both hands, before bringing it down to exact a terrible sequel to his assault. He struck each and every one of the swords he had left clinging to his fellow ninja's body a second time in sequence. The sound of metal hitting against metal like so many bells mixed with the sickening squelch of cut flesh as the swords were forced deeper into his targets' body. When at last the final blade had been struck all twelve of the blades would dislodge themselves from the ninja's body, Aimi having struck them at such an angle and at such a speed that their removal was more or less simultaneous. Aimi stood back with longsword in hand and watched as the man stood on shaky legs. He looked the older Kaguya in the eye, shaking, nearly on the verge of collapse before asking simply, "Why...?"

Aimi scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, calm down. I'm going to heal you in a second. You'll be fiiiiiiiiiine!" It was all that he had time to say before the ninja began to collapse. Aimi Kaguya, true to his word, thus took the first step in healing him by moving forward, quick as he liked, and taking the first step in repairing the mans' body by lying him down on his back which. Each sword removed was impaled into the ground around them and left to pool blood in the street.

Such were the hyper energetic whims of Aimi Kaguya.

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[Mugen • Multiplication
A-Ranked Kenjutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: [Mugen • Addition], 35 Strength
A technique expanding upon the concept of Mugen • Addition, after the user as performed the aforementioned Maneuver they will grab onto a thirteenth blade and proceed to strike each blade embedded into the body of their target again, driving the twelve blades even further into the body and effectively doubling the damage caused to their opponent. After the final strike all of the blades will be dislodged from the opponents' body, impaling themselves into the ground around the target in a 1 meter radius.
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[Social Training] But I Throw Weapons at You the Whole Time

Post by Mre-face » Sat Feb 27, 2021 8:06 am

Mondai left his home screaming to his family " See you later I'm gonna go and train!" before he packed his longsword and decided to explore a new location to train. As he found his new place and as soon as he turned the corner he saw two Kaguya one training some sort of odd bolo jutsu and another was peering over an incredibly injured body healing it back into shape. For some reason, he never got to train allows it was almost as if his training was haunted. Aimi was a face he didn't expect to see after his ass-kicking as Mondai would call it personally by Shinjiro. "OI! Aimi-sama! I got past the "basics" as you called eeerrrr' at least some of them! Still got stances to work on but I'm getting there!" Mondai in his confusion simply nodded to the other Kaguya and threw his gear next to a dummy and drew his folding long falchion out of its sheath. He went into a fairly neutral stance which was Langort a simple forward-facing stance with the blade pointed forward. He had studied the gist of the previous techniques from his family but had his family's combat book just in his bag just in case he needed a refresher.


He warmed up his joints through dynamic stretching and doing light shadow sparring. Before he went into 'true' focus and visualized a warrior, a master of in the art of swordplay, katana in hand while the train trickled down his skin only him and Mondai nothing else a duel to the death, a dance of blood and steel. As he imagined that they rushed towards each other he also imagined the real emotions of a raw one-on-one duel. Fear, adrenaline, and exhilaration all in one. During his shadow fight, he constantly saw one slash that had the ability to land yet it was always dodged and blocked no matter which way he switched it up vertical cuts low cuts, but he knew that he needed to use Weschel or Change guard to catch him off guard or slice his legs to ribbons as they fought he continuously switched into Weschel yet every time it was either of axis or his cuts were off its target. Then he finally nailed it it was perfect perfectly pointed just low and deep enough that it was out of peripheral view the blade was pointed between the feet of his foe and he quickly without telegraphing did a sort of windmill looking cut, slashing the fictional swordsmen legs before transitioning to slash his torso in two ending the battle. Now he only needed to try it out in real life to see if he had truly mastered the technique. Mondai placed himself near the dummy then pointed his sword towards the dummy he intentionally missed a downwards slash in order to gauge the distance properly before he flipped his sword over so the flat pointed downwards before slashed in a circling windmill like motion. It worked like a gem and the dummy was soon neatly sliced into three small pieces. He turned around and looked towards Aimi awaiting judgment. "So what do ya think? It's nothing fancy yet but trust me it will pay off in the end! You will see!" He turned towards the other Kaguya and started walking towards her before he introduced himself! "Names Yūgana, Mondai bled for the Karagata family!" Before he turned around again and looked at his family's old book filled with ancient attacks and techniques he moved down the long list to the next step in his path to mastery.

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"Wechsel" Change guard
D-rank Taijutsu stance
Wechsel Is mostly used after the end of a downward cut. Wechsel issued to chain into other attacks mostly staring with a harassing slashing motion. Wechsel is initiated by having the blades flat downward and the point of the blade is aimed between the opponent's feet.
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[Social Training] But I Throw Weapons at You the Whole Time

Post by Sia » Sun Feb 28, 2021 7:25 am

Now was the time, the young Kaguya supposed. It was a wonderful thing some days, having a cousin. A family. People that could understand. Their was a certain amount of weight, a pressure, with being a Kaguya. Others just wouldn't understand, she supposed. She shot a greetings to her cousin, truly, a prodigy in the making. One day soon, perhaps, a legendary shinobi yet. Her mask she did remove now, for she was not truly at work. Her pale face was said to be sweet, or so she'd been told. "Good morning to you, our cousin." She spoke up in the fog.

"No promises, she chuckled," at the Bola comment they'd made. For sure though of course, they would aim then elsewhere. But then a thought did persist, naye made a stand. "If you are here, perhaps then it is destiny." She spoke again after a moment of consideration. "It feels good. For the first time, we're free." Her face died. She began to contort, ossify and exhort. Produce abhorrent marrow shards outwards from her person. A visage of a number yet given a lesson.

"Let's have a go then." She gave to them both.

"Form One" She gave it a go, a vicious and wretched and contouring contorting grandeous show. She turned on a dime, she imagined eight circles. Eight circles and then eight circles. Eight circles within eight circles. Eight circles and then eight circles. She made the pattern out, she spells it out in her mind's eyes. The young warrior persisted, taking on a gloomy visage as their stance shifted weight towards the cat. On tip toes, weight shifted, yet crouched at the knees. Suddenly a leg darted out, and a jumping cartwheel had twisted. No longer a cartwheel, but a twirling corkscrew wheel, three Bola shot out, first at the cousin, then three more at the newcomer. They were thrown with precision, and given such a twirl, if they were to hit they would for sure cause a stir. Aimed at the legs, the blade hand, and the throat, she landed cleanly, on one leg, having produced such a show. The other landed after and yet they moved in motion again.

Jumping immediately and changing direction acutely, the young shinobi bounced through the air again as before. Faster, she thought, and she tried it again. A volley of Bola, this time all three rounds at once. One at the blade hand, one at the other hand, the last at the legs. Faster, she thought again. There was no way she would let it go. For certain, the shinobi would go through it in tow. Landing just now, she looked at them now, mustering her will to bring about hell's row. She landed then jumped, one leg after the other. She mustered up her will, her strength, her resolve, and her grit. She brought forth her training and quickness and deft hands as a gift. Acrobatics prowess rang true through the bone. A marrowed end marrow shards in flight from within. A long darting jump that such changed directions, the young genin felt a tad taxed as this one had cost them. As they jumped through the air, they used their deft hands yet, they spiraled through the movements like an Octopus prey.

In each of their hands, they withdrew four bone needles. They launched themselves through the air, spinning in a three sixty. They fired each of them in sequences, two each at a time. In following the movement's, they followed the rhyme. A macabre dance, a spiraling notion of throwing, a look of dark gloomy gleam in the most cunning of mist honing. One senbon each at all of the eight targets, at a decent pace for training but not intended to kill, the needles flew home towards the two friends and the dummies too still. One aimed at the hand and the other at the eye, she threw them all at once in the blink of an eye. At four separate targets she had tossed the lot. She had brought bone to fruition. She had given it thought. The young forge maiden landed, yes still was not satisfied. She needed it perfected, one could not fault her for that. Through grit and through sweat and the calm of the morning mourning mists, the young Kaguya disciple spoke into the midst. Our name is Kaguya, Ou, bled for...The New Seven." She jumped again, twirling through the air and landing on a tree branch, her mask having appeared upon her face now, having appeared halfway during the landing. Her eyes showed brilliantly through the morning light, and the red dots were prominently displayed along her head. The pale visage of the mist's symbol loomed about as well, carefully fashioned during this creation. "It is our pleasure to serve you; as always." She lept again, again she spiraled, though this time with a change in direction. The other facing, she brought forth four senbon of bone yet again. The genin up and coming was here in the mist. With deft hands again she brought out her marrow needles. Tossing them at once, she motioned her arms yet. A volley of needles, two aimed at each target. Again, two at a dummy, two at a cousin, two at a dummy, two at a new friend? The thought crossed her mind. Perhaps two new friends? Who new? Time would certainly tell. For now training was nice, she could break out of her shell. She tossed the needles about in a row of precisely tuned marks. The needles they rang truly through the air like the hawks. At the targets each she aimed a bit of the needles, but separately she had aimed each of the two in the pairs. In a circular motion, she invisible them now.

A needle towards the blade hand, a needle towards the other. At the dummies, she'd aimed for the heart. This was the sequence for now it would seem, but better yet, she decided to polish it keen. To clean it up more, she took it to the next step. She performed a kai, and more dummies were produced yet. These dummies they moved, they were basically puppets. Quite useless in combat, akin to bone Muppets. For this purpose however they would certainly most do. They darted about and leaped and swung around too. An obstacle course maneuver bone technique of her own making, they attacked at the others nearby as well, though one came at her to, forsaken.

In total now their were twelve moving figures. Two training dummies sat solo, whilst Ou and the others sat amidst nine lingering bone dummies. They moved as though Genin, had roughly the same stats. "A skirmish? If you will? Let's get that injured one out of here." Asked Kaguya, Ou. Nine dummies versus three shinobi.

"Lettuce fuck." She said, and jumped once again. If it was a skirmish, it could be fun then. She twisted once again and brought forth more precision. More will, more persistence, more grit, and more bone. She brought forth ten needles this time, She aimed them quite precisely, and made sure to mark true, she even added a sequence of kicks to make room. A needle each at one of ten targets. She examined it keenly, and launched the needles true. A bone from each finger, and from the thumb too, they rang through the air towards the hands of the drones. One needle too at the throat of the drones, the last extra needle she sent down towards a dummy, striking it squarely where the eye would be.

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Wright:
WrightJusticeToday at 7:59 AM calling people pussies, bitches or whatever and threatening to hurt people makes you very much less than a man and much like a young boy
Wright:
WrightJusticeToday at 7:56 AMthe secret is that you have a massive child's mentality and view of things, whilst we have an adult mentality and view
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NafanToday at 9:10 PM Can’t roast me I’m already smokin’
Onu:
@Sia Serenade validusrex11/06/2019 You intentionally handicapping yourself is not a reason to change the system.
Onu:
It is not the mods job to build ideas for you, its our job to make them systematically acceptable. If there is a core concept to it that isn't acceptable, there is nothing any mod can say that will magically make it work.
Onu:
Over half of the questions asked in the box can be answered by reading the rules,
Sia:
Everything is banned until balanced.
Kabuto:
Tourneys bring out the worst in people.
Tydie:
And part of why I scooped him is cus I wanted to make him a Toukai and people told me they thought it was a bad idea :/
so now Ryoga is a constant reminder to always do what I WANT to do, not what others think I should do
Jaiyo:
The Lead on Of Jaiyo Uchiha. Jaiyo Uchiha was born in the middle of Winter So About January our world he had a brother and jaiyo was the older twin brother so there was alway a bit of competition between them untill the day the were enrolled into the ninja academy they worked hard an helped each other shape there skills in battle
Tydie:
saigen is like the dysfunctional family you choose to be part of
Onu:
Tydie is trash i cant believe he only gave 1 point for that masterpiece.
Methtastic:
Crazy how elaborate the system is for a group of people who only finish a fight a tenth of the time after 2 months of arguing over 3 seconds of combat
Tydie:
dattebayo intensifies
Varian:
If you want to speed up the process you can just talk to one of the other staff members about it.
Most of them have been around longer than Director and can actually read.
Waterz:
A simple animal extermination on a nearby island. The job was simple, but she wouldn't return unscathed. The two had the hots for each other and Kanako was going to give him a certain job in an alley before their ship back home arrived. Tsubasa was a little too eager from his comics, grabbed her head and tried ramming all the way in one go. What the carelessness did though was cause penetration of Kanako's left eye and impacting her brain. Her scream of pain seemed to be the final straw for him as well.
The Best Fucking Chuunin Exam Ever:
Kao:
depending on what she does while kinesising him
it'd be in a "I'm scared but also inexplicably hard" kind of way
Strategist:
No one asked for your patronizing you fuck
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[Social Training] But I Throw Weapons at You the Whole Time

Post by Golnax » Sun Feb 28, 2021 9:45 pm

Ah, Mondai was there too. He approached the two Kaguya and called out to Aimi specifically, making the jounin lift his head up and look at the younger ninja... much to the dismay of the injured ninja beneath him who reached up weakly to try and get Aimis' attention. "P-p-please..." they pleaded. Aimi, without looking, placed his hand over the injured ninjas' and forced it down. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhut the fuck up," he said before smiling at Mondai and giving him a small wave. "Yo. Making progress, huh? That's good, that's good," he said before Ou took his attention away from Mondai. She spoke, ossified bone, and began to... leap and jump around. He watched her for a moment or so and, when she sent fragments of bone in his direction, deflected her projectiles with ease. She was young yet and had nothing on him when it came to pure physicality. Different from him in how she applied her taijutsu, she seemed to favor a more flowery approach to moving around. Jumping, twisting, flipping around made you a difficult target, sure, but in Aimis' experience it was more of a waste of energy which is why he did such things as little as possible.

The injured ninja groaned underneath him and, admittedly, it sounded pretty bad. "Alright, alright, knock it off, Ou," he said to the younger Kaguya before turning back to the ninja he'd slashed up practically to bits. He looked down at their extensive injuries and let out a sigh. Multiplication was certainly an effective tool for ending a life. Without the presence of a medical ninja immediately on hand, like himself, this would have been fatal to most individuals. Fortunately for this random bystander he was in fact a medical ninja and he could in fact fix this. Standing up and sheathing his sword in the ground next to him Aimi threw together a string of seals, took in a deep breath and then breathed out.

From his mouth came a ball of green flame, the same color as most iijutsu, that formed in the air over the body of the fallen ninja. It hovered in the air and burned stationary, giving off a soft, comforting warmth. This warmth could be felt up to 10 meters away which covered pretty much the entire area that his swords were planted in the ground, meaning that not only would the ninja benefit from this jutsu but so too would Mondai, Aimi and Ou if they happened to get injured for a while. Beneath the flame the severely wounded shinobi's wounds began to heal slowly, the bleeding stopping first followed by the flesh beginning to seal. The progress was slow, slower than it would have been were it but a single injury on the body, but there was progress. All 12 of the deep cuts were healing themselves gradually.

"Alright, there, you're healing. Stay still, stay quiet, and you'll be fine in no time," Aimi assured the ninja. He tapped his foot on the ground twice before turning his back on the wounded ninja. "Remember to breath," he advised more or less sarcastically. He knew that this jutsu really didn't require the patient to do anything for it to work. It radiated chakra in exactly the same way as the iijutsu Mystical Palm over a sizeable area, passively healing anyone and everyone within it. He'd developed this jutsu to free up his hands since, realistically, despite his technically being a medical ninja, he was really never treated like one. His talents in murder and destruction far outweighed the more or less textbook basics that he knew of iijutsu. This green flame, however, was something he'd developed to suit his own needs and better combine his attributes... well, that, and...

Realistically this jutsu served something of a darker purpose than other iijutsu. The truth of the matter was is that Aimi was aware that his shinobi profile was more situational to have him as an offensive striker, the kind of ninja you'd send in to bust up a fortress or to take down an especially dangerous target. It would be rare that he used this jutsu to actually heal someone because, frankly, there were few shinobi who he could team up with that would perform his usual job better than him. Thus this jutsu had been developed with a two fold purpose; the aforementioned utility of an iijutsu that could heal multiple people in an area of effect, but it would more likely be used to satisfy his own sadistic urges when they happened. This jutsu lasted for a while and it healed indiscriminately. If it came to it and the scenario were just right, Aimi could see himself using this jutsu to keep an enemy alive longer so that he could extract more punishment from them.

It was with this thought in mind that the Kaguya looked back down at the healing ninja at his feet. His hard face took on a more sinister air to it in the green glow of the fire. There was a glint of satisfaction in his eye as he watched his victim heal, knowing full well that once he was in a few moments, he could break him again...

Jutsu TrainedShow
Katon • Warmth
A-Rank Ninjutsu
Prerequisite: *[Iijutsu • Mystical Palm], 35 [Control]
A blending of katon ninjutsu and Iijutsu, this jutsu, and those like it, allow the user to heal in a non-conventional sense – using fire. The user performs the handseals and breaths out a small ball of flame no larger than a meter in diameter. This flame hovers in the air and radiates a soft, cool warmth. The flame itself does not burn when touched and glows with a faintly green hue. Those who are within the users’ [Control/5] meters of this flame are healed as though by *[Iijutsu • Mystical Palm], allowing for continuous regeneration without the use of the users’ hands. This healing is indiscriminate. This jutsu lasts for a number of posts equal to the users’ [Control/5].
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