[Hunter Royale] Prove Your Worth

[Ace Trainer]

With changes in leadership and the need for the ranks to be reinforced, the new Captains of the Head Hunter's Division invite you to show the village what value you bring to their ranks. A Hunters Royale is scheduled to start today at 8pm. It will last for precisely one hour. Protect your asset, bring the head of someone elses, and impress the leadership of the HHD for the opportunity for promotion or entry into the organization.

Kozan stood in the center of the clearing, his arms crossed as he scanned the circle of shinobi before them. The clearing was small, perhaps only 15m in diameter, but provided enough visibility that everyone could see the massive dome over their heads that they had to enter through to get to this point. They were no longer in Kirigakure, instead within the swamps that surrounded the lake the village was on. A 3-kilometer square had been cordoned off and trapped under a massive chakra barrier that locked them in. They had entered freely, but leaving was not so simple, ensuring participants would be bound to the arena that had been selected. This portion of the island was primarily swamps, though the northern rim of the area lead into the mountains, giving an area where the swamp gave way to stoney cliff faces and jagged terrain. Otherwise, there were mangroves and pits of mud and gunk, a sickly smell that even long-time Kirigakure shinobi would take time to adjust to...and surely creatures of varying sizes and diets, among them even Kozan's own Swamp Dog, who circled around the edges of the clearing silently, as if stalking the people in it.

From the behind the mask, Kozan's yellow eyes were visible. But, the focus of attention likely would not be on him, but instead on the group of men in chains sitting on the ground in front of him. Exactly as many as the number of shinobi that were watching.

"The rules are simple.", he announced, his deep voice resonating through the space, "You have one goal and one goal only. Bring me the head of one of these men.", callous disregard for the lives of men who could hear his own instruction, "Each of you will be charged with protecting one of them. And each of you is charged with killing one of the others. Bring us a head, and you pass. Bring us the most - and you win. Lose the head of your own, and you lose.", he held a hand up, a quick charge of chakra, seemingly performing kai as the chains that bound the men fell off of them. "Select one, and go. You have 10 minutes to disperse. And then the hunt begins. 1 hour, or until only one head remains. Use any and all force necessary to pass. Do not exit the confines of the arena. "

The Captain of the Containment Unit turned to look at everyone and then would ask, "Any questions?"

SpoilerShow

Fuuinjutsu - Silence
B-rank Barrier Fuuinjutsu
The user will create this fuuinjutsu on a surface, activating its effect. From the center of the fuuinjutsu, a barrier will spread covering up to 60m x 60m x 60m area. The barrier is permeable, however looking at it from the outside will be like looking at a cloud of mist, unable to discern anything inside the barrier. Additionally, the barrier prevents people outside of it from sensing inside of it, from hearing inside of it. This allows for covert operation planning among other things.

[Retaliation]
B-rank Barrier Fuuinjutsu
The user may place this fuuinjutsu and any other fuuinjutsu they know on any object or barrier. Should the object/barrier be broken via physical contact (punch, kick, etc) this fuuin will activate, placing the second fuuinjutsu on the person who destroyed the object/barrier.

[zory_alechiv]

At 5'4'' and 125 lbs, Mizuki looked like a child compared to some of the others and not at all like the eighteen year old he was. His large, amber eyes gave off an aura of innocence and wonder as he peered around the arena, looking at the Shinobi who came to participate. Some would leave here alive, some would be in pieces, and others would be buried in the swampy grounds. Absently, he wondered how he would leave and if it was worth it to bring the ryo in his pocket for that Machu he promised himself after.

His bright red hair stood on end, the natural humidity his body held causing it to frizz. It looked unkempt like any young boy's would as if Mizuki didn't know what a brush was. He had a smattering of freckles across his face that accented the dark scar that bisected his nose horizontally. His gloved fingers twitched at his sides as he strode into the arena, his gait short like his legs. His eyes looked at the different shinobi and automatically placed himself below average for the group. He'd have to play this smart.

Mizuki stood back and didn't make much noise and when Kozan spoke, he was silent, focused on one of the legends Kirigakure had. He had never been this close to the swordsmen before and was awed just by being in his presence. It was his goal to one day join the swordsmen, but he knew he had to start somewhere. That somewhere was today by hopefully proving himself to the Hunters. Everyone had to start somewhere.

It was easy to follow the directions of the Swordsman. As soon as the chains dropped, Mizuki moved forward. He picked an average size man, ignoring the outrage that some child would be the one protecting him. Together, the two made their way away from the group, looking for anywhere to hide. They eventually found a tree in the dome, its roots raised above the water. Shuffling the prisoner under the roots, Mizuki paused as he looked at the man.

"Surely you know not to make a noise or run because I can't protect you if you do either of those things, right?" He whispered in a sickly sweet voice. The man nodded but the redhaired Jouchaku didn't like the way his eyes darted around as if looking for an exit. "Hn, I can't really trust a nod," Mizuki continued, his amber eyes flashing in delight as he raised his left hand. Confusion flitted about the prisoner's face until steam began to rise and the Chunin reached for his jaw and lips.

"No, Please, NO! ARGHHHHH-" The bloodcurdling scream was cut off as steam-powered chakra claws melted the prisoner's lips together and skin around the jaw became blistered and bubbled. He wouldn't be moving his mouth anytime soon.

"But that doesn't really keep you from running, does it?" Mizuki delighted in the frightful look he received. "Guess I need to fix that too." The steam from his fingers evaporated as quickly as they appeared as Mizuki balled his hand into a fist and swung. The sound of a bone snapping and the muffled screams brought a grin to his face. "There, that will do." he sniffed before turning to watch and wait for the first attack.

Jutsu UsedShow

~Yugeton • The Claw
C-Rank Ninjutsu
By channeling chakra into their fingertips, the user causes thin 5" long wisps of steam to expel from each finger at a speed of [Control]. These wisps will hover safely above their fingers and require [Control] or more Strength to destroy. Whatever they touch is burned by the steam. If the user releases the technique, or after 3 posts, the steam is no longer able to keep it's form and fades. (13 Control)

*Quaker
D-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
Prerequisite: 10 strength.
This taijutsu utilizes the weaker spot of the fibula in the calf to snap the soft bone. This creates intense pain in their calf, making them unable to stand, and it causes immense pain on the damaged leg. The practitioner's Strength must be 5 points higher than the opponent's Strength to achieve the desired effect of this technique. (13 Strength)

[Hayate]

The fucking cucks at the SSM had said that, despite his cross-bow bolts being a blade and a haft, a cross-bow bolt was in fact not a sword. This had left Junya with very little reprieve for where he could put his talents to use despite having all the ambition in the world to prove his power and rise to the top of the ladder. He deeply desired to brush shoulders with the elites of the village- to the point where he was willing to submit himself to the absolute horrors of body experimentation with HHD scientists.


It was for this reason, that when he found a crumpled up piece of paper in the mud that read:

With changes in leadership and the need for the ranks to be reinforced, the new Captains of the Head Hunter's Division invite you to show the village what value you bring to their ranks. A Hunters Royale is scheduled to start today at 8pm. It will last for precisely one hour. Protect your asset, bring the head of someone elses, and impress the leadership of the HHD for the opportunity for promotion or entry into the organization.

A grin came over his face. Why hadn't he thought of joining HHD? They already invested in him enough as an experiment. They probably didn't have no-stinking rules about swords and shit either. So, naturally, when the time came, he'd arrive 5 minutes late, but found processing to be quick enough.

Before long he'd be in the arena. His chips slotted, his body pumped, he was ready to show them that he was the recruit they were waiting for.

[Kaida]

Takanada Miyuki entered the ring with her scarlet red hair in a high ponytail that turned into a bread that drifted down to her mid back, her bangs pinned in place to keep them out of her eyes. Dressed in all black with pants and a high neck long sleeved shirt that were tight to her body, she walked casually into the perceived arena. She had her katana and tanto strapped to her left hip, her thigh holster on her right leg and her hip pouch on her right hip. Standing at the head of it all was Shiimu Kozan, captain of the Containment unit. They had never had the pleasure of being introduced, but she had seen him around HHD and had heard about him from both Shinji and the Mizukage. It made sense for him to watch a spectacle such as this based on what little she knew of him.

Crossing her arms under her chest, she stared at the other two in the ring with her, one of them she recognized, Jouchaku Mizuki. A young man she had chastised in a bakery for fun and then proceeded to annoy him until they began to train. She still wasn’t sure what to make of him completely, but she was also curious to see if he was a member already or if this was a test for him. The other man across from her she had no idea who he was, and in all honesty it wasn’t of much consequence. The objective was simple, keep your prisoner alive, and bring the head of someone else’s to Kozan. And don’t leave the arena.

Miyuki rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, feeling the tension leak out of her body as she slid her mask into place. These men they were to protect and kill were nothing in the grand scheme of things, prisoners of Kirigakure no do doubt given the chains and fearful expressions on their face. She took no joy in the panic that surrounded them, if anything it had her scrunching her nose in disgust. She’d rather have been at home, but it was advertised throughout HHD as an evaluation and chance to move forward. So it was time to put her best foot forward.

[ThatGuy]

Abari let out a sigh as he listened to Kozan explain the rules. The men the group had been tasked with killing would normally have been used for experimentation. As captain, Abari had cracked down on the waste of resources within his division, but even he had to acknowledge that Kozan had a good idea. While he would have loved to collect more data on his poisons, the resources were much better spent identifying the talent within their ranks. The winner would be given a chance to prove themself and the losers will either out themselves as weeds to be removed or be further motivated to redeem themselves.

As the participants chose who they were going to protect, Abari wondered if he should have provided them with some sort of sedative to make the captives more cooperative. Perhaps that would have made things a bit too easy for them. He just hoped that nobody was unlucky enough to choose someone dumb enough to run off on their own. Where would be the fun in that?

Standing to the right and slightly behind Kozan, Abari did not say a word. While he wore the typical Headhunter Division mask, he could be easily identified by the blue kimono as well as the bright red hair that fell past his shoulders. There was no need for him to be here as this was certainly a challenge that demonstrated skill most suited for the containment branch, but that did not mean there would be no promising candidates for the research branch. Besides, it was a perfect opportunity to collect some data on the up-and-coming shinobi within Kirigakure no Sato.

While he lacked the presence and intimidating aura of Kozan, Abari exerted a pressure of his own. One that suggested that anyone not putting their whole being into this competition would run the risk of no longer being a whole being.

[Texas]

What could be worse than the smell of this god forsaken swamp? Was it the soiled prisoners? No, it was the sulfur-esq smell that created a hell like aroma throughout this barrier. Why did Ohta even sign up for this. A simple though that crosser her mind as she stood with her hands on her hips. A brooding man with yellow eyes made his grand gesture and explained the rules. His tone was cold and robotic, no wonder he was in charge of the HHD, you couldn't have a shred of soft emotions if your job was to literally cut down and hunt humans. Her gaze slowly moved towards the other contestants and then towards the prisoners, what a pain. She couldn't tell for certain, but ability wise she felt inferior to the others when it came to strength. Maybe it was a sixth sense, but she would have to think outside of the box in order to win this.

Between the smell and the cries of the prisoners, Ohta almost completely missed her sensei. How could she miss the fare skin of a maiden, and lushes red locks that reflected a woman waiting to throw their hair down for a prince to climb up. Why did he put the effort of throwing on a mask, but didn't hide anything else. She broke character and made a small giggle, only to immediately be covered by a light single cough. She would move her gaze to the other masked figure and mutter "straight forward enough". When the time clicked and the event started, she was slightly startled by it. She turned her body but looked at Abari for only a moment "Didn't feel like trying today?". Her head swiveled forward and a full sprint started! She ran but clearly was behind the others. They all picked their prisoners and left Ohta with the last one. She watched as they scattered and Ohta had decided to run in an obviously different direction than them.

Upon running with her prisoner, he was crying a bit and in some shock. As they ran, she would turn to him and be stern in her tone. "If you want to make it out of this, you will listen to me." It was clear this prisoner wasn't beaten enough, he had hope. He nodded ever so slightly and pulled himself slightly together. They both ran to what would appear to be a large ridge and underneath it on the other side, was a swamp. Ohta stopped and quickly scanned all around her in a 360 motion to make sure no one was of sight. After confirming no one was around, she pulled the prisoner to the other side, hiding themselves from sight. Although it smelt terrible, Ohta noticed that there were plants bundled up near the edge and actually all over the little bog. She would rip out one of the shoots and take out her kunai. With precision, she would cut out the middle and allow a straw like contraption for the man to use. "Okay idiot get in and I'm serious, hurry we don't have much time." The man was desperate, desperate enough he got into the gross liquid and waited for Ohta to hand him the straw. Once when he was neck deep, Ohta would hold the long chute with one hand and open her hand in the other. "Trade me the rags you are wearing first. I have a plan"

[Ace Trainer]

Each of the prospects approached, took their chosen prisoner, and scurried off with them. Kozan's eyes would scan to Ohta and then Abari when she made some sort of jab at him, but would otherwise ignore it, making no effort to address it or sort out what it was meant to imply. Eventually, the small clearing they were in was left empty with the exception of Abari and Kozan. He would turn to Abari again and give a curt nod, "Any bets?", he said dryly. It seemed out of character for him to do so, and the tone to the comment didn't seem in alignment to how someone would normally say it. Rather than remain for small talk as one normally would here, he would leap into the air and vanish into the trees.

Kozan would quickly move through the trees. As he moved through the arena, he'd find one of the combatants and he'd follow them silently, watching as they corralled their asset along, hiding or trying to identify some tactical position. The second he found seemed to be actively on the hunt, literally carrying his asset as he traversed the swamp, moving along the trees clearly hunting already. A bit unfair, but intelligent way to approach the circumstances. As he continued, he'd come upon Mizuki and would watch silently from a short distance, hidden in the shadows. As he enacted his unique form of torture upon his asset, Kozan couldn't help but lift a brow. An interesting approach, not one he was sure was something he agreed with, but still interesting nonetheless.

He'd take a few cautious steps back, then pull out a kunai with a small tag on it. With a sudden heave, he'd launch it into the air and when it reached it's peak he'd perform kai, the tag exploding, the boom from it echoing across the arena.

The hunters royale started now.

[zory_alechiv]

For now, Mizuki didn't care what the others were doing. He needed to prepare. Satisfied that his prisoner couldn't speak, or run, he turned and ran through another set of symbols. Wisps of steam began to rise off of his fingers as he moved around the roots and branches that shielded his prisoner. He'd do this several times, channeling his chakra into the roots that protected his asset at the same time as keeping him prisoner for his own Exploding Popularity technique.

"I wouldn't touch anything if I were you. It would not feel very good, if you survive. My bet is you wouldn't," he murmured before mimicking an explosion with his hands before he carefully climbed out of the roots. It would really suck if the man ran and got himself blown up. If he didn't die, the only consolation would be that Mizuki would enjoy killing him for making him lose.

The redhead with the frizzy hair climbed the tree his asset was under until he could get a better view. Eventually, his amber eyes fell on a man trying to corral his asset along. Perfect, he hopes before pushing chakra into his fists as he dropped from the tree. Steam begans to rise off of his fist as he gets closer and closer, his other hand grabbing a branch to break, wanting his target to look up. He doesn't know if he has enough strength to hit them Right in the Sniffer to break their nose at 13 Strength, but he's hoping the control he has over his Steam Powered Punch will make up for it at 13 control.

Jutsu UsedShow

~Yugeton • Exploding Popularity
C-Rank Ninjutsu
After performing the proper hand seals, the user channels chakra into an object, then throws or places it. If anyone touches the object in the next 4 posts, it will explode with [Control] Strength into a high-pitched screeching release of steam everywhere in the immediate area.

~Yugeton • Steam Powered Punch
D-Rank Ninjutsu
By channeling into their hand, the user attempts to punch a target within the next three posts, or the jutsu fades. If successful, the user will release a blast of steam at the area of impact that has a force of [Control] strength.

*Right in the Sniffer
D-Rank Taijutsu Maneuver
The practitioner positions themselves in a fighting stance and performs a quick jab with their dominant hand striking their opponent's nose in an attempt to break the cartilage. This causes immense pain and hampers their sense of smell as it fills with blood. The practitioner's Strength must be 5 points higher than the opponent's Strength to achieve the desired effect of this technique.

[Hayate]

Once they had made it out of eye sight to his own quiet seclusion in the trees, Junya would perform the basic clone technique on himself once, then the basic transformation technique to make himself look like the asset. It wasn't much, but it at least meant if someone got the jump on them they'd not have a direct or easy decision to make. That had given him another idea idea- he'd create a basic clone of himself again, but this time it was in his disguised state.

He'd leave the two clones hiding in a bush, opposite a clearing, and go up the tree with his potato sack of an asset under one of his arms, the man shaking in feer.

The academy technique used marginal chakra and were childs play. They weren't very effective or useful in combat beyond getting an initial distraction, but given how cheap they were to deploy, and that his asset also wasn't very useful, it would be fine. Most the folks out on the field would probably fall for the trap. Now in place, Junya heard the sound of the start signal and took a deep breath. He had to protect his asset.

For a moment he contemplated jacking into him- maybe if the asset didn't have it's own thoughts, it'd be easier? But the cable would be a dead give away.

"Don't get killed okay." he said quietly to the man who was visibly shaken from being dragged about, still under his arm and held somewhat behind him.

He'd wait to see if anyone sprung his trap as he loaded his arms with chakra bolt at half power, twice assuming no one interrupted him doing so.

USEDShow

*[Basic Jutsu • Transformation Technique]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
After completing the needed handseals, the user of this technique will be able to alter their physical appearance to match that of another person. By consistently emitting chakra throughout their body, the user is able to keep their appearance adjusted at the cost of their Chakra Pool draining over time. As this technique is quite strenuous to uphold, experienced shinobi may see more clearly through this delusive disguise. This technique lasts for a number of posts equal to that of the user's (Chakra Pool/2).

*[Basic Jutsu • Clone Technique]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
After completing a set of handseals, the user forms a slight chakra 'body', thus creating a single, massless clone. The clone created from this technique is very basic and will dissipate when hit with anything. These clones do not possess vital signs or a unique chakra signature, meaning they don't disrupt the environment, and anything on their person is superficial. The clone has 1 in each stat. They are limited to basic movements. x10

Chakra Bolt (x2 at 15 control- 10 speed on creation, 20 strength)
D-rank Ninpou
By channeling into his arms, Junya will load each arm with a single explosive chakra bolt at [Control] speed. In addition to having a piercing impact, after impact, the bolt will explode with [Control] strength. Bolts last for 4 posts until impact.

[Kaida]

With the kunai being thrown and signalling their beginning, Miyuki grabbed a smaller looking man. He was maybe a couple inches taller than she was, but he was gangly. It was hard to understand why they wouldn't have just kept him to experiment on in the first place, though considering how frail he was, he might not survive either way. "Your only job, is to follow me and not die. So keep up." Nodding her head once, she pushed him ahead of her and took off through the trees keeping to the mans slower pace of 15 speed. She had seen where the other contestants had strolled off to and had a plan forming in her mind.

She changed direction to follow after Mizuki, having sparred with him before, this was her best bet. The man beside her was skittish, and she had good reason to think he might run. Performing a set of hand seals and expelling a deep breath from her lungs over his face, he would feel a serene calm over take him. Making him more malleable to her commands. Miyuki would then help him climb up a tree and stash him 30 feet above the ground within the leafy foliage. "Stay put. If someone comes for you, scream. Nod if you understand." Her voice though soft, carried authority. Once he had nodded to her, she would take off after the red headed child.

Using her newly acquired skills as a hunter, Miyuki listened intently for the sounds of whimpering she had a feeling Mizuki's asset would be unleashing. The man's temperament rivaled his hair color, like most Kiri shinobi, violence was his first choice. Choosing a specific pattern in which to move her feet, Miyuki was completely silent as she waded through the underbrush. Picking up on the sound of water and a faint sniffling sound, she followed noises and made her way to a tree that had its roots lifted and exposed due to the flowing liquid around it.

Taking stock of the man 20 meters ahead of her, her eyes widened slightly. Usually it was amusing to see what creative ways people could get their assests to cooperate, but melting a mans face and shattering his legs seemed excessive. It gave the man no way to avoid his head being cut off. Even if he was seemingly trapped. She assessed the area in front of her looking for signs that Mizuki had laid traps around the prisoner. Nothing stood out to her, but that didn't mean nothing was there. His use of steam in their spar had her head spinning with possibilities that would more than likely blow up in her face if she reacted too quickly. Throwing 3 kunai out towards the man at 30 strength and 30 speed, all 3 would then connect with the roots surrounding him. Hiding herself in the brush, she waited to see what sort of reaction came from her meddling. If the explosion killed the man, she would simply walk over and cut his head off with her katana.

Jutsu usedShow

*[Genjutsu • Calm]
B-Ranked Warp Genjutsu
The user does the needed hand seals, and then breaths out, expelling their breath onto their target. If successful, a 4 post long genjutsu will begin on the target. Over the course of the genjutsu, the target won't be able to feel any wind, and if it's raining, the rain will appear and feel like a light drizzle, regardless of how intense it really it. The target will also feel a sense of calm course through their body, as if all their senses have been slightly dulled, usually causing them to relax, be less stressed, and less inclined to combat. Originally created for the use of execution in combative prisoners, the technique now proves to be an effective method in combat to regain control of the battle field.

[Breathe and Listen]
D-Rank Taijutsu Discipline
The user takes a deep breath and focuses their hearing on all the sounds in their vicinity, and is able to pick up on the sounds of movement within 15 metres of their position. They can accurately identify noises and the source, such as footsteps, the rustle of clothing, breathing, or the drawing of weapons. Areas with loud noises or crowds, or targets with specialised techniques to mask their sounds, can throw off the accuracy of this technique.

[Coverage]
A-Rank Taijutsu Discipline
The user has learned how to make the most effective use of their environment to avoid being seen and detected. This allows the user to effectively conceal themselves and blend into an environment with minimal effort, increasing their effectiveness at hiding in mist, water, ice, foliage, behind terrain, and so forth.

[Quiescence]
S-Rank Taijutsu Discipline
The user has learned to move in total silence, and does not produce any sound when moving through any means. They cannot be heard unless a person listening for them has a specialized hearing technique of equal or higher rank.

[Texas]

With Ohta holding the chute in one hand and holding her other hand to receive the clothes, the prisoner looked at her with concern. This situation was brutal enough where he felt as though he didn't have a choice. He removed his clothes underwater with his neck above water and lifted his arm up to hand it to her. Thank god, the last think Ohta wanted to see was a naked dirty peasant. To her disgust, she gave the chute to the man and took the wet clothes. She softly in tone speak, but angrily in sound spoke to the naked prisoner in the water "move closer to the other chutes and use the straw to get air while you are under water. Don't come out for anyone. Don't move for anyone or any reason. I'll be back."

Ohta would reach into her ninja pouch and take out a paper bomb. She would tie the clothing together so it was a tight ball, but with a paper bomb in the middle. AS she did this, she would gaze upon the area to make sure she wasn't spotted and then turned to look for the prisoner. She was shocked how well he blended in. If she didn't know he was already under the water.. she would have never found them.

Since the Princess was lower on the totem pole in this group with regards to power, she had concocted a plan to give her the best opportunity. Ohta would channel her chakra the best way she could. As this happened, Ohta would be sure to hold the ball of clothes by a fringe piece of clothing that had popped out a little bit. She transformed her entire body including the ball of clothes... but she didn't change at all. She turned the ball of clothes that was being held by a fringe piece sticking out, turned to look like she was holding a freshly cut head by it's hair. The water dripping was red like blood and Ohta swung her free hand underneath it so that the blood wouldn't drop on the ground and be traced back to where they were.

Ohta would then walk out stealthily while keeping her head on a swivel from her location and even took a couple of different turns to make it appear that she had come from a different direction. Nothing too crazy too or too far off, just nothing direct. When enough distance was made and direction was completely different, Ohta would move her hand and let he blood looking liquid drip from the fresh head.

The Princess would walk down and had a bit of confusion. She didn't seem to see anyone... Did she start too far away? Was she being tracked? Regardless, this this was a shot in the dark. Without having any true stealthy techniques or hunting techniques... Ohta decided to give it a shot. Ohta would shout as loud as she could, near to where they started, "HEY HHD LEADER!? MY PRISONER COULDN'T PARTICIPATE SO I TOOK HIS HEAD! COULD I GET A NEW ONE?" Ohta was very particular about what she said. Maybe the enticing thought of a free head would attract some of contestants.

Jutsu UsedShow

*[Basic Jutsu • Transformation Technique]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
After completing the needed handseals, the user of this technique will be able to alter their physical appearance to match that of another person. By consistently emitting chakra throughout their body, the user is able to keep their appearance adjusted at the cost of their Chakra Pool draining over time. As this technique is quite strenuous to uphold, experienced shinobi may see more clearly through this delusive disguise. This technique lasts for a number of posts equal to that of the user's (Chakra Pool/2).