Mononoke

I feel nothing.

Ashitaka gasped as he woke up to discover himself in the Park belonging to the Senju clan. This had been happening to him a lot since the War mission out at the continent's new crater. He didn't know why, but the only reason he could come up with at the moment was that after his brush with death out there, Death got... a little clingy. As was becoming usual, he was surrounded by a small cloud of tiny pieces of plant, alone, and feeling deeply exhausted. He could hear his own breath rushing in and out of his face like a loud but otherwise ineffectual gale. Now aware, he tried to move and found that he couldn't.

He was sure that the emotion he should be feeling at the moment was unbridled terror, especially given that he was paralyzed, but really what he felt was annoyed. These episodes that he's been enduring lately have been disrupting his efforts at training, pursuing what low-level "missions" he was capable of completing on his own, and making cool stuff. Looking around at his surroundings, he saw a whole lot of... well, certainly not nothing, since this was a pretty nice park in the middle of what was at one point a fairly decent residential district. But there was nobody here, and the silence seemed to make even his thoughts echo.

The absence of human life was clearly not the product of a bloodbath -there were no signs of violence anywhere in the district. That meant that the clan had just uprooted and moved out without any indication to other citizens of the village that they were doing so. Ashitaka didn't know it, but this was just something they did every other decade or so. One might be forgiven for thinking that the clan had abandoned Konohagakure in its time of greatest need, but their true motivations beyond tradition was that the past few years had shown that all of their efforts to maintain peace and stability in the village had proven fruitless, and they just gave up and left. The reason for his ignorance was that he was also unaware of the fact that he was a member of the clan. Consequently, he also didn't know why he kept waking up in its district. Or why his body was now mostly tree including roots growing out of his legs and feet and preventing the swing he was sitting on from moving.

With some effort and surges of chakra, he finally broke free of his personal prison, the wood shattering away from him like he was breaking out of a glass box. Or an eggshell. After taking some calming breaths, he found his roped staff and retrieved it, then set about investigating the area. There were many footprints of adults, children and animals. None of them were recent except his own. For that matter, his footprints seemed to cover a lot of the local area. They led to nearly every fourth building, and those that he'd been in were in generally much better condition than those he had not. That, at least, gave some explanation as to what he'd been doing while his conscious mind was absent and why he felt so tired every time he "woke up".

He was the kind of person who believed that every location had its own spirit made up partly of the collective personalities of the people and who lived in it, and partly of the nature of the area itself. And the spirit of this place... was feeling pretty neglected apparently. It latched onto the last present member of the people who made it what it was and repeatedly forced him to come back and care for it. If it hadn't, Ashitaka might never have entered the district at all, considering that he felt he had no business here.

But he was here now, so he saw no fault in wandering around, looking at things. It was a strange shell of a community, with every portable item and even most signs absent, leaving just buildings with their assortments of furniture. The place had a very "retaken by nature" vibe to it; with aggressively climbing vines, towering grasses, and sprawling trees overtaking at least half of the buildings in the district. He went into homes and businesses alike, finding only more of the same. Even the important places for important people were open to him for no other reason than there simply was no one else, not even squatters who more than likely left the place alone for fear it might be cursed.

The most important place in the district, the Clan Headquarters, was just as empty of all the others. There was no receptionist to ask him what his business there was. No security guards to stop him from going into the restricted areas. No Clan Head or attendant staff to complain about him taking the big boy chair and looking out at a spectacular view of the utterly silent neighborhood. He didn't sit too long though, for fear of getting stuck again. Just long enough to look down at the desk and see a note on it in his own handwriting.

There's nothing here.

It was just one of many. He had apparently placed them in every building he'd simultaneously cleaned and scoured for any signs of life. All of the secret compartments he could find had been unlocked and searched, only to find more nothing. The district hadn't been evacuated or genocided, but very thoroughly abandoned. So much so that if he'd known more about the nature of the powers of those who once lived here, he'd have been surprised that they didn't completely erase it from existence. It would have been better for him if they did. Then he wouldn't be here, taking care of empty buildings and wandering around looking at all of the emptiness the place had been stricken with.

He really hoped that there wasn't actually a spirit to this place, or else it was going to be very angry and bitter over having been abandoned like this.

Ashitaka stood up from the Clan Head seat and paced around the administrative building. His footsteps were as quiet as one might expect of a ninja with superb hearing, but the empty office complex seemed determined to make them echo. He guessed it was just desperate for the noise of a living being walking its halls. It made him almost sad to leave it again, but the note and the fact that there were only a few days' worth of dust on it indicated that he'd already visited it before, and recently. There were other buildings that needed tending to, since it was not likely he was going to escape this place before he satisfied its silent but insistent desires. Although with half of them terribly overgrown, he didn't know if he was a quarter of the way done or halfway done, but there was only one way to find out.

You poor little baby... the ethereal and motherly voice "said" directly into Ashitaka's mind, filling him with an instinctive fear that he couldn't begin to understand consciously. It was the same fear he had felt when he'd been impaled by that alien: the unbridled terror of having his very being consumed. You've suffered quite a lot, haven't you?

But this wasn't an alien, was it? This creature, whatever she was, had been haunting this land for centuries. She all but was the land. However, given their unfamiliarity with one another despite their genetic relationship, it was clear that she wasn't the land he grew up on. He owed her nothing. She was just another being of unfathomable power trying to control him. And she'd put him in another cocoon like the one she'd trapped him in when she abducted him from the hospital.

Piss off! Ashitaka snapped back, his aggression rising to match the threat he perceived. He was in no mood to help someone who not only abducted him out of a hospital room but also re-opened the wounds that put him there in the process. Not to mention that she had been flooding them with Yang Nature Chakra to the point where he was pretty sure he'd die. It took all of his focus simply to exist. It was like being impaled by the Black Receivers all over again, except this chakra was native to this world, and ostensibly trying to heal him while it threatened to erase his soul.

However, she was not going to have any better chance of success than the enemy did. His entire life from as far back as he can remember has been a struggle to survive in a harsh and cruel world that saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat that stubbornly refused to remain still and be eaten. He had help along the way, but they were also constantly under a similar threat. Ashitaka felt that he had to do his part to protect them. It was this debt of gratitude to the Inuzuka, and by extension the whole of Konohagakure, that led to his willingness to risk his life for their well-being. With some effort, he purged all of the chakra that wasn't generated within his own body.

Now, there's no need for that. If you can't be convinced to stop this foolish journey down the path of war, then I will see to it that you are at least capable of walking it. Your training begins today. Your first task: break free of your shell, little Seed. The spirit's tone seem to cool with every word, and by the time she finished "speaking", they were outright frigid. Which made the already unsettling situation all the more frightening, especially when he felt a sharp vibration near the top of his prison and a sudden floating sensation. I'm going to plant you now. Be sure to grow up big and strong for me, okay sweetie?"

Before he could respond, he felt an impact at the bottom of the prison that quickly rose all around it until he was pretty sure that he'd been engulfed twice. He floated for a bit, wondering how exactly he was supposed to break out of this thing, especially since his weapons were probably still at the hospital. Then he realized that he could still make hand seals. He wasn't sure what jutsus he could perform inside the chrysalis without hurting himself. He tried the Wood Cutting technique a couple times, but he could only punch holes in the walls, and not big enough for him to fit through. He considered using a water tech to increase the pressure from within and make it burst, but it was at least as likely to crush him instead.

Growing increasingly frustrated, he grabbed two of the spines he'd made with Wood Cutting and flowed his chakra through them, sticking both of them into one of the holes they'd made and trying to pry it further apart. He made little headway due to the lack of leverage from the rest of his body, but he could hear the walls around him straining with the pressure. Eventually though, his prison proved to be more stubborn than he was, and he gave up using that method. Instead he sat and thought about his position, where he was and why, and what the goal of his captor was. She thought of him as a little tree, one that needed to grow strong enough to survive in this world that seemed to get more dangerous with each passing day. So, that's what he focused on doing: growing. He focused on the Senju blood in him and what it meant he was, and more importantly what it meant he could become.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he felt his body changing. He felt a new, strange kind of strength welling up within him, and a certain series of hand seals manifested in his mind: Ox. Boar. Snake. In performing these signs, he felt that strength surge out through his entire body. He'd done it now, he was certain he could break free of this place and turn the spirit's own arts against her in retaliation for how she'd treated him. To that end, he clasped his hands together and let a swarm of roots burst out around him, tearing through the walls of the shell and digging into the surrounding earth. Then, he held out his right hand and watched it erupt into a massive tree, carrying him up out of the ground as it grew to its tremendous height. He was finally free.




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[WC 1001
Techs Learned:
Wood Release- Greenwood
Wood Release- Tree Bind Flourishing Burial
Wood Release- Spontaneous Tree Summoning

"Will you not listen to me? Your destiny is very important!" Konoha demanded with increasing exasperation as days passed and Ashitaka continued to ignore her beyond summoning just enough of his own roots to tangle up those she sent at him as he continued to relentlessly work at his forge. The White Dragon Arsenal was coming along nicely, but he wanted to create something that expressed in no uncertain terms exactly how he felt about the spirit and her behavior. And of course, what better to handle an annoying tree than a very nice axe? The first one he made was an unfortunately ordinary draft of conventional wood and steel.

"W-w-what do you mean to do with that!?" she stammered out once she identified the weapon. She was briefly relieved when after some practice tosses she failed to identify as the development of a new martial art, he accidentally pulled the handle out of the head when chopping up some of the roots they made for firewood. While more difficult to burn than ordinary wood, Senju Wood had the added bonus of also burning much hotter once it actually started, to the point where melting metals in the resulting flames was incredibly easy. It was this trait he put to use as he dropped the axe head into his crucible and liquefied it. While that was in process, he started heating and working the number of titanium ingots that had been brought to the District for use by a blacksmith that was no longer present. Of course, being a boy of decent soul, Ashitaka made a mental note to buy new ingots to replace the ones he used. He'd use his notebook if a certain supernatural entity hadn't dragged him away from the hospital with no regard for his valued possessions.

Days passed, the throwing art was brought to combat readiness, an entire set of titanium projectile weapons was completed, and the axe was reforged into a superior version of itself. But no sooner had he completed this work than he realized that he could do even better, since some of his projectiles were of visibly superior quality than the others. So he started work on them again and the axe was reborn a second time. In the midst of this work, he remembered several pertinent ninja arts that he believed could be beneficial to him and began practicing those as well. Particularly, he focused on the jutsu that allowed him to spontaneously boost the size and number of weapons he threw at once. His smithing work had allowed for the development of masterful precision and his multi-weapon training gave him the capacity to apply it outside of the craft. There was no reason to stop there, however. Since he had no one to talk to besides a being he had no desire to address, he dedicated every waking moment to either making new weapons or learning new ways to use them.

It didn't take long for him to encounter a problem: the jutsu that modified shuriken only worked on shuriken, and therefore couldn't be applied to other weapons he intended to use them on. But there was no problem that couldn't be solved by a sufficiently determined genius like Ashitaka, and that included the one he was currently facing. Using his familiarity with the mass distribution, form, and functionality of a variety of weapons as someone skilled in both their creation and their use, he devised new jutsu that served his purposes. This was becoming a familiar habit of his. In no time at all, he was hurling storms of axes or simply a gigantic one as he felt was necessary, or doing the same with senbon needles, kunai, and fuuma shuriken. Luckily the titanium weapons were not only extremely durable but also shone brilliantly in the sun and even moonlight, making it easy for him to retrieve them again.

"Stop this!" Konoha had the temerity to demand whenever she had an odd moment from warding off any potential rescue attempts, but she had no real fangs to enforce her will. Her attention was far too divided to really pay mind to what he was doing as long as it didn't directly affect her, and she had neither the strength nor desire to hurt him enough to force him to quit. By taking him against his will and spiting the Hokage rather than presenting herself as beneficent, she had condemned herself to a siege that lasted as long as the local ninja felt compelled to. Which was essentially limitless since they were in their home village, she had taken a child hostage, and even those lacking in basic empathy also often had little better to do with their time. Still, her demands continued. "I didn't bring you here to learn how to make those worthless scraps of metal and toss them around! Any ape could do that! I brought you into my domain so that you can learn the most valuable art there is: that of creating life!"

"You know, for a tree that tried to mouth off to my Hokage about the things you knew, you don't seem to know a lot of things," Ashitaka deadpanned. "For example: the ability to craft proper weapons and effectively throw them is unique to human beings. As is the willingness to teach the young of others of their kind and even other animals and improve their chances of survival without a desire to claim ownership of them."

As it happened, the boy was gravely offended by the spirit's disrespect towards his creations, both material and not, and his Sensei. The five things he valued most in the world are, in no particular order: his pack (be it familial or assigned), creators, their creations, the natural, and teachers. In fact, he valued the last of these so much that once he'd heard that a person had earned the title of "sensei", he refused to give them any other honorific unless they shamed themselves terribly. No position of lordship, mercantile dominance, or godhood compared. Of course, a person who could teach and create would be just about the perfect human being in Ashitaka's mind but such a thing was so scarce as to be imaginary.

"You know, for a child whose life continues at my very whim, you have quite the audacity to challenge me so openly. I'm certain that replacing you will merely be a matter of waiting. And I'm a tree, little boy. You'll find I'm quite adept at doing that."

Ashitaka decided that he wasn't yet ready to act on his plan for escape and revenge, so he opted not to irritate her any further.




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[WC 1165
Training:
Non-Elemental - Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique (A)
Non-Elemental - Projectile Giant Body Technique (B, Custom)
Non-Elemental - Projectile Shadow Clone Technique (A, Custom)

Claiming:
Bukijutsu - Hurler's Stance (C)
Bukijutsu - Penetrating Throw (C)
Bukijutsu - Precision Throw (C)
Bukijutsu - Blade Swarm (C)
Bukijutsu - Lingering Chakra (C)

I grow weary of being ignored, child! "Konoha" declared while Ashitaka was busily fine-tuning the... what, eleventh? Titanium arrow he had forged. He set it aside to cool with the others as he glared up at her.

He said nothing, doing his best to hide the fear born of what she could do to him, and the echoing loneliness that came with being cut off from everyone else by a being that due to her own miscalculations had little time for him. Sure, he wasn't exactly sociable even under ordinary circumstances. And he hadn't exactly been in a condition to "go out and have fun" when she grabbed him. But there was a unique desolation that came from being totally cut off from everyone else, and the complete inability to make any sort of contact with his family and what few people approaching friends he had.

You're not going to defeat me with the "silent treatment", I actually prefer it when children are quiet. Now come, you have lessons to learn! She demanded as she caught him by the wrist with a root that moved fast enough to slip past his defenses, using another to pick up the tempering trough and douse his forge. Of course, given the heat involved, the water exploded out in a billowing cloud of steam that made Ashitaka recoil; but Konoha, lacking nerves and instincts alike, didn't react at all. Instead, she simply dragged him to his intended "training" in what turned out to be a fairly large open area. Now, your clan has devised a good number of special techniques for the express purpose of serving their most noble mission: the capture and containment of the wretched Bijuu. You are to learn these techniques posthaste. Do as I do.

Without waiting for any kind of response, let alone assent, Konoha began running him through the gamut of Bijuu capture techniques, in order from weakest to strongest. First, she spawned the kanji for "Sit" on the palm of her right hand, holding it so that Ashitaka could see it. When he refused to cooperate, she raised neither her hand nor her voice, implicitly reminding him that she could out-wait him. Eventually, he relented, and concentrated Yang chakra into his hand until the kanji manifested on his palm too; and he showed it to her. She beamed proudly, either oblivious or apathetic to his malcontent, and directed her marked palm into the open space. After a moment, about seven strange, vaguely dog-like statues with giant, lit candle wicks on top of their heads burst from the ground in something approaching a circle and converged on said circle's center shooting out wooden beams that all slammed into each other violently there.

This technique serves to ensnare The Corrupted... I believe your people call them "jinchuriki" and extract the tainted chakra from their bodies. Bear in mind that it only works on these poor souls and not the demons themselves, so you should not rely it if the evil seems to be unleashed.

Ashitaka imitated her, aiming his palm at a point not far from where she summoned her statues and after some concentration, summoned his own. They arrived in a group of four, possibly due to his lesser amount of chakra reserves, but she looked sufficiently pleased that he felt the lesson was complete. However, after a moment of silence, he noticed that her expression and position didn't change. Another minute passed, and he realized that what she wanted was for him to also summon seven dog-head statues. So with a sigh, he concentrated until three more joined his first four and she was apparently satisfied with this result.

Wonderful! Now, this one is for use against the beasts when they're on the loose! she announced with the unusually chipper tone of something that was trying to sound happy despite lacking any real emotions. Then she formed the Snake hand seal and aimed her hand at the same spot as before, only this time the surge was directly from her arm, which split and branched out into numerous writhing wooden tentacles that coiled around the dog-head statues and uprooted them from the earth before pitching them a considerable distance to slam into and shatter on the ground.

Being one who wasn't overly fond of having his body transformed in any way, Ashitaka was initially reluctant to participate, until he remembered that she had destroyed any alternative activity (that she knew of) and also any chance of contacting anyone else. He had literally nothing to do but comply -lest she go poking around and find his library- and it's not like learning how to use his bloodline arts was necessarily a bad thing. They might even come in handy someday. Maybe even make him useful in a fight. But first, he had to learn them. He formed the Snake hand seal and held out his arm, as she had, and with a grimace as he felt his arm grow and deform he launched the rapidly expanding branches into the statues that he'd summoned, clumsily bowling them over without any semblance of grace.

Well done! she replied, and he decided that voice was never going to leave his head. Resigning himself to his current turn of fate, he patiently watched as she dismissed the branching-arm jutsu and let it and the dog statue one fall into piles of wood chips, then formed the Snake seal yet again. And now for something truly special... your true purpose as a Senju!

As Ashitaka was wondering what it might be, the dryad summoned a small grove of large trees, which grew rapidly and mulched the remains of the prior two techniques as they plowed through them. Once her task was complete, she stood there with the same proud, not-entirely-there grin that she used whenever she wanted him to learn something new. The boy really wanted to go... literally anywhere else but where he was standing right now, but there were still lessons to be learned, so learn he did. Forming the Snake hand seal, he concentrated on filling the ground before him with Yang chakra until the plant matter in it did as he wished and summoned forth another grove of trees.

Very well done! "Konoha" announced, then began to fade on the spot. I believe that we have done enough for today. You should definitely get some rest that doesn't involve burning things and banging metals around!

Once alone, Ashitaka headed into one of the buildings and curled up on the tatami mat floor in the sunlight. He was tired, lonely, and maybe losing his mind a little and he really wished that he could see another human again soon.




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WC 1183
Techs Learned-
Wood Release: Foo Dog Heads (B)
Wood Release: Smothering Binding Technique (B)
Wood Release: Nativity of a Sea of Trees (B)

Still more time passed, and it became clear that his facade of cooperation was paying off. His captor was relaxing her supervision of him, and the plan for his revenge and liberation was coming together. As he'd been doing with the more approachable of his enemies from the terrible incident at the Black Site, he was devising a method that would serve the express purpose of defeating her. But first, he had to develop the ability to do it.

To that end, he began practicing some heavy lifting. The technique he used to break free of the shell he'd been buried in made him feel strong enough to lift an ox cart and kick the oxen down the street. So he set out to find out what all he was actually capable of picking up. Remembering his time with Ari, he tried with rocks first, then progressively worked his way up through ever larger items until he was flowing his chakra into the ground to hold large chunks of it together and ripping them up until he'd essentially tilled the entire park by hand. Then, he practiced throwing the fuuma shuriken with his enhanced strength until he was confident in the kinesthetics of his altered body.

Better still, he had made the distribution and depth of all of the roots of his target known to himself between actually seeing them and Sensing them beneath the surface. His objective completed, he went to bed for the night and prepared to act the following morning. He was sure that he was going to need all of his strength to take down the monster who had stolen him away in the night. His sleep was shallow and uneasy, his mind filled with nervousness over what happened and his ears with the sounds of the nightly siege waged against the insurmountable wooden walls of the District. But he was tired and eventually he slept deeply enough to actually get some rest out of it.

He woke up bright and early the next morning and started one of his dreaded baths, using his Water Creation Technique to supply the pure water to wash himself with. It was such a strange thing for him to be afraid of water, of all things, especially since he wielded this power over it. But fear was not rational and regardless of what he's experienced since the time he nearly drowned as a toddler, every submersion no matter how innocent still held with it that same old terror. However, just as old as the fear was the knowledge that he couldn't let it control him, and the will to prevent it from taking hold. Ashitaka finished his bath.

The boy stepped out into the park at the first light of dawn, right when "Konoha" was turning in to recover from another long night of fighting off the "termites". The protracted siege was clearly taking its toll on the spirit, and it likely wouldn't be long until they broke through. But for Ashitaka, if he was rescued from this predicament, his pride wouldn't survive. So he sought to do it himself. To that end, he leapt among the branches of the enormous tree that to his knowledge served as the spirit's core, leaving behind a trail of steel wire that linked many together like a giant spider's web. As soon as he finished, he leapt to the ground and straightened up to find himself face-to-face with her.

Just what exactly do you think you're doing, child? she demanded in that chorus of not-voices of hers. She elevated herself to stare down at him imperiously, but he had come too far to be intimidated, let alone stop. He didn't respond to her, instead opting to trigger the tense wire that he'd planted in the ground at his feet. With a series of violent cracks and snaps, many of her branches were bound together in an instant. The spirit, now paralyzed, experienced fear for the first time in her centuries of existence.

What are you doing, child!? she repeated, desperately this time. But still he did not speak to her. Instead, he first used the jutsu he'd recently learned to boost the strength and durability of his muscles, then he pulled out and unfolded one of his White Dragon Wings and assumed the starting stance for his brand-new fighting style. It was time to make full use of it and rid the world of this wretched tree. He blackened the blades as he empowered them with Earth chakra, then took a step and hurled the weapon in a wide arc that would soon form a spiral as it served its wicked purpose. The instant his hands released the cross of blades, though, they were coming together to form hand seals. A surge of chakra boosted the fuuma shuriken's size by an order of magnitude. Like a pony doing cartwheels, it tore through the ground -and more importantly the roots as it traced around the mighty tree in a decaying orbit.

STOP THAT! she screamed without sound, but Ashitaka didn't stop. He didn't even act as though he "heard" her, merely taking a few steps forward to seize the whirling blades by their relatively safe core, pirouette to grant the weapon some more momentum, then released it for another pass. After the third time around, he crouched and sent his chakra into the earth, using it to grant him the ability to lift all of it at once. But then he thought: why stop there? And started using his Wood Release chakra to seize the roots of the false goddess. And then... he started lifting.

The dryad was beyond words at this point, instead only making a series of ironically animalistic screams and howls that were, for all intents and purposes, exclusively in his head. Yet he continued ignoring her and lifted the tree even further, while the Wing spun in tightening circles before him as it mercilessly chewed through roots until it ran out of both momentum and chakra, and stuck. But the damage was done, and the boy was now able to finish ripping the ancient life out of the ground. And then, with a roar of effort, he threw the tree. Her wail as she was thrown roughly half again her height as she was flipped roots-over-crown and impaled the earth upside down would have been quite the sound... had it been audible. Even if it was, however, it still would have been drowned out by the awful noise the tree itself made on impact.

But his revenge wasn't over with yet. Nor was it when he went about pulling out those of his weapons that he could retrieve. Nor was it when he employed the knowledge he'd gained from working the forge of how to burn Senju Wood to light her on fire. Nor was it when ancient wood that saw the founding of the village whose name she presumed for her own split open as boiling sap forced itself free in a sticky steam. Not even when her only technically silent screams became truly silent, and the dead from which she drew power were finally allowed to rest in peace, was he through. Summoning some roots of his own, he used them to tear apart the trunk and allow more air to stoke the flames.

After all that, his vengeance was only completed by his summoning his own trees to fill the spot he'd made her vacate. With careful control of his chakra, he made them braid together into basically a single tree that reached up into the heavens and out into the limits of the park. Then, as the ashes of the fallen cooled, he summoned great waves of the loosened earth to cover them and with the generous application of grasses and small sprouts, erased all visible traces of her having ever existed, save for two roots he'd saved with the intent of making weapons out of them as soon as he decided which ones. And then, because he knew that victory was never his to be had, he took a deep breath and headed for the gates of the Senju District to face the fallout for events that were well beyond his control and of which he'd personally been a victim.



[Exit thread.]
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[WC 1408- Trained Techs
Bukijutsu: Manipulated Shuriken Wire Binding (B, Canon)
Doton: Earth Mausoleum Dumpling (B, Canon)
Mokuton: Tree Toss (B, Custom)
Mokuton: Nativity of a Sea of Trees (B, Canon)

Also Used
Mokuton: Greenwood
Bukijutsu: Hurler's Stance
Bukijutsu: Lingering Chakra
Bukijutsu: Advanced Boomerang Throw
Non-Elemental: Shuriken Giant Body Technique
Mokuton: Underground Roots Technique