- Learning Jutsu:
- Name: Peregrine Falcon Drop
Rank: B
Activation Cost: 10
Range: Self
Speed: D
Element: N/A
Skill: Taijutsu
Classification: Open
Requirements: N/A
Parent Technique: -
Hand Seals: -
Description: The user wraps their arms around their opponent's waist and wraps their legs around their chest from behind. The user then drives them head first into the ground. The impact strength is determined by the user's actual Strength. The Speed is increased by +1 tier for every 10 meters in the air, maxing out at B-tier speed.
The user's Strength is boosted by +1 tier and +1 advantage for the pin and impact.
Weaknesses: N/A
Name: Chakra Circulation: Reversal
Rank: C
Power: E-S
Activation Cost: E-S
Upkeep Cost: None
Range: Self or Touch
Speed: N/A
Element: N/A
Skill: Sensory
Classification: Personal
Requirements: N/A
Parent Technique: Chakra Circulation
Hand Seals: N/A
Description:The user of this technique can disrupt a maintained technique being used on themselves or cast by themselves of equivalent or lower rank. This technique forcefully changes the directional flow of chakra while expelling foreign chakra out of the target's body ending a technique of equal or lower rank like a genjutsu or chakra-based poisons. It can instead disable a technique that the target is maintaining of equal or lower rank.
This technique can be used with Chakra Suppression and similar techniques.
Weaknesses: This technique has no effect on techniques the target isn't maintaining. It also doesn't protect from any harmful or beneficial effects of being hit by a jutsu: A poison's damage isn't reversed, a fireballs burns don't heal, a ijutsu's healing doesn't go away, and a genjutsu's stat debuffs don't vanish. This makes the jutsu effectively unable to counter damage created outside of the body. To use on another this Technique requires the user to make contact with the target of that technique. The user also must be aware of the jutsu used or its effect on the target to even target it.
Nakaba clasped his hands together as the morning sun touched his face a quick prayer would proceed a solemn bow. As his body received the morning sun he could feel his body warming up. As his eyes opened he would look out from the the top of the hillock he was on. Silent chakra bound itself within his body as his muscles flew to life creating a thin, hollow, invisible shell around him. He'd take a cloth bound straw-man kicking him up three meters, joining him into the air, and spiraling down with him. With a large poof the straw dummy would collapse. He'd hold his finger. It was already red from his poor form, but he had finally gotten the basics down. Shoulders, elbows and wrists Nakba would crack them in sequence, and with a large breath he'd crack his jammed pinky back into place. "The morning Sun here is fine. A place with skies this clear can't be all bad." Sweat was already starting to pool on his close as he exercised through the sunrise. He'd move now into a different phase of his training as Sun-heated blood moved through his veins. Walking over towards a pinned down tarp held down by a backpack and a few metal and glass container.
Nakaba would create a film, pooling a third of his chakra into a thin balloon of chakra. Shutting his eyes he'd imagine pinching the connective bits tighter and tighter. Rambunctiously the chakra would pool unevenly changing shape uncontrollably. Pop. reincorporate the chakra and reattempt, twisting it this time pop. Mundane eyes would note that he looked like he was trying to achieve stillness as his ears twitched, then his knee would shift, and his fingers would clench. He was sweating more now than he was in the hours he'd spent training his body. His chakra reserves would ebb and flow as he placed varying quantities out of his body. Each time he would be hit with a shock as his chakra levels would surge suddenly from two-thirds to full. These cold sweats were obviously pain induced as he almost felt like he was doing more harm than good. Every few minutes he'd open a journal review his notes and then add an addendum to them. The Sun would journey quite far across the sky before he stopped. He'd take a deep breath and resolve himself to accept his current level as his limit. A keen eye would notice that every now and then he successfully would send the chakra crashing backwards through his system. Only then was he taking notes.
Basically collapsing in frustration, he'd turn a nozzle on one of the containers with his reach and a burst of steam would erupt from it. Uncharacteristically he'd dismiss the ideas that populated his thoughts like the steam he waved away from his face. The war spicy smell of curry would fill the clearing as he would start preparing his afternoon meal. The pressure sealed foods would be prepared as if he were making some for his old squad. He'd sit quietly and solemnly, praying over his meal then digging in as the spice pulled out very liquid his face could make. Wiping tears and sweat between bites, the ninja's pace would grow quicker and quicker and quicker.