Mort the mighty warrior, savior and uniter of ninjakind and overall cool guy stood before an army of samurai, sent straight from the Land of Iron, their bloodlust for his head aimed right at the Sarkage of the land. Their faces held nothing but hatred, while his own was only filled with sorrow. He trained with these men, learned how they fought and tried to show them the way, but it was all for naught, for he was a ninja, and they Samurai. He truly desired peace, but it had come to this. Raising his trusty sword Excalibair, he'd begin to recite his strongest Genjutsu yet. "Be like water-"
"Wake up lazy bones, or else I'm taking a ride."
Mort the recently ranked Genin was snapped out of his trance as his daydream was shattered by none other then his god damn Id, Nova. He'd fall off the small rock he had taken a seat on and hit his head upon his trusty sword Excalipoor with a small "Ow." Escaping from his lips. "You know, I prefer to have my mind free from your blabering when I'm trying to psyche myself up." He'd seemingly say to his sword, when in actually he was responding to his Id. It helps me actually concentrate instead of want to smother you with Ocha Icha again."
"Oh? We're on willing corruption now? Well I must say I didn't think you had it in you. I guess you've earned your peace today then, but I call which book we're reading tonight." And with that ominous comment he coukd feel Nova sulking back to wherever it went to in his mind. Good riddance.
Properly getting up he'd grab a large scroll he brought with him. Before he had come to the training grounds he had spent the previous week writing up a large scroll on techniques he wanted to learn. While some of them like the clan techniques were...difficult given his mental state, he wasn't concerned with that. Today was going to be a lot simller then that. Looking down the list he'd find some good ones to start with.
Picking up his sword he'd etch a crude line from the rock to a smaller rock before putting the sword on top of his scroll. No need to lose his work so quickly. He'd then make a couple small hops from the large rock onto the line as to get a feel for how far he'd have to focus his chakra. Confident in his skill he'd stand upon the rock once more, and leap as far as he could before sending a burst of chakra down to his extended foot. He felt a slight burst of upward momentum...before realizing it was also bakwards momentum as he landed on his back, his head a few inches away from the training rock.
...Eh, he could practice that skill later. After all he had another, similar technique he wanted to try ever since he got ahold of that cool paper he couldn't recall the name of. Moving the scroll scroll a little farther back he'd stand on the rock he now dubbed 'sir cumference' he'd preemptively start to let chakra flow through his feet and walk off Sir C. A few steps in he felt fine, but as soon as he looked down his conentration broke and Mort ate dirt once more. He'd practice this a few more times before giving up for the day. He was pretty sure he had it down, but he couldn't quite find how much wind chakra had to be used.
Well, he still one more thing he wanted to try before he'd take a small water break. Apparently he managed to miss this training exercise before immediately skipping to chakra flow, but better late then never. Outstretching his left arm he'd quietly beging to say "Haaaaaa... like some cheezy hero from his daydreams as he'd direct his chakra to his palm. As a small orb of light began to form he'd keep pumping more chakra into it as his voice got louder and longer. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Mort would then send a burst of chakra to the ball as he struck a few poses, his Haaing reaching a peak when he pointed to the heavens. HAAA! He'd scream as he took a pose. A pose that'd last for two seconds before seeing a highly charged ball of chakra he created landed right in front of himself. A ball meant to act as a flare gun. A ball that was clearly about to go off in front of his face.
"Oh no."
3/8 Solo Post #1/3 (+10 xp; 690 debt remains)
Trained:
Jump Step | 120/100
Gentle Step | 116/100
Fusee | 56/50
Flair Gun Technique | 113/100
"Wake up lazy bones, or else I'm taking a ride."
Mort the recently ranked Genin was snapped out of his trance as his daydream was shattered by none other then his god damn Id, Nova. He'd fall off the small rock he had taken a seat on and hit his head upon his trusty sword Excalipoor with a small "Ow." Escaping from his lips. "You know, I prefer to have my mind free from your blabering when I'm trying to psyche myself up." He'd seemingly say to his sword, when in actually he was responding to his Id. It helps me actually concentrate instead of want to smother you with Ocha Icha again."
"Oh? We're on willing corruption now? Well I must say I didn't think you had it in you. I guess you've earned your peace today then, but I call which book we're reading tonight." And with that ominous comment he coukd feel Nova sulking back to wherever it went to in his mind. Good riddance.
Properly getting up he'd grab a large scroll he brought with him. Before he had come to the training grounds he had spent the previous week writing up a large scroll on techniques he wanted to learn. While some of them like the clan techniques were...difficult given his mental state, he wasn't concerned with that. Today was going to be a lot simller then that. Looking down the list he'd find some good ones to start with.
Picking up his sword he'd etch a crude line from the rock to a smaller rock before putting the sword on top of his scroll. No need to lose his work so quickly. He'd then make a couple small hops from the large rock onto the line as to get a feel for how far he'd have to focus his chakra. Confident in his skill he'd stand upon the rock once more, and leap as far as he could before sending a burst of chakra down to his extended foot. He felt a slight burst of upward momentum...before realizing it was also bakwards momentum as he landed on his back, his head a few inches away from the training rock.
...Eh, he could practice that skill later. After all he had another, similar technique he wanted to try ever since he got ahold of that cool paper he couldn't recall the name of. Moving the scroll scroll a little farther back he'd stand on the rock he now dubbed 'sir cumference' he'd preemptively start to let chakra flow through his feet and walk off Sir C. A few steps in he felt fine, but as soon as he looked down his conentration broke and Mort ate dirt once more. He'd practice this a few more times before giving up for the day. He was pretty sure he had it down, but he couldn't quite find how much wind chakra had to be used.
Well, he still one more thing he wanted to try before he'd take a small water break. Apparently he managed to miss this training exercise before immediately skipping to chakra flow, but better late then never. Outstretching his left arm he'd quietly beging to say "Haaaaaa... like some cheezy hero from his daydreams as he'd direct his chakra to his palm. As a small orb of light began to form he'd keep pumping more chakra into it as his voice got louder and longer. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa... Mort would then send a burst of chakra to the ball as he struck a few poses, his Haaing reaching a peak when he pointed to the heavens. HAAA! He'd scream as he took a pose. A pose that'd last for two seconds before seeing a highly charged ball of chakra he created landed right in front of himself. A ball meant to act as a flare gun. A ball that was clearly about to go off in front of his face.
"Oh no."
3/8 Solo Post #1/3 (+10 xp; 690 debt remains)
Trained:
Jump Step | 120/100
Gentle Step | 116/100
Fusee | 56/50
Flair Gun Technique | 113/100