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Wandering still, he passively began to note that this entire expierience had a similar vibe to that that he had previouly encountered at the Mugen Castle when he roamed through so many different scapes of dream thuough in this particular case he did not have teh experience of meeting previousy class mates but instead mythical creatures. Today, he found himself in a lush and enchanting garden, nestled within the confines of a private estate. The air was heavy with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves added a soothing melody to the tranquil atmosphere. Amidst the verdant beauty of the garden, Hisha was greeted by a figure cloaked in shimmering light—a formless angel whose presence radiated with an ethereal grace. Though lacking a distinct form, the angel exuded an aura of serenity and wisdom that captivated Hisha's senses.

"Welcome, traveler," the angel spoke, its voice like the soft whisper of a breeze through the leaves. "I have awaited your arrival, for I sense a great potential within you." The formless angel regarded him with a gentle smile, its luminous presence bathing the garden in a warm, celestial glow. "I shall bring to you the art of bending space upon itself multiple times—a skill that allows one to hide objects within themselves, beyond the perception of mortal senses." Hisha followed the angel to where it lead as as it led him deeper into the heart of the garden, where the boundaries between reality and the ethereal realm seemed to blur and fade. Along the way, the angel imparted to him the ancient knowledge of manipulating the fabric of space, shaping it into a labyrinth of twists and turns that defied comprehension. This power was a logical conclusion to the Enclosing technique and double enclosure technique. Triple Enclosure, as it were, which would allow for him to store even more items, but also to seal away wpecific techniques of his for later uses. Particularly powerful and useful for traps and such, but it should theoretically allow for him to go into battles with a much higher degree of preparation that he wsa typically availalbe for most ninja.

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Falling to slumber again, Hishha was almost too aggitated and nervous to actually fall to sleep, but after a time he was finally able to drift off into fits of oddly deep slumber. Soon he found himself descending into the depths of the underworld, where the very air thrummed with a sinister energy that sent shivers down his spine. Floating upon a river of blood, he drifted aimlessly through the darkness, his senses overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere. After what felt like an eternity of drifting through the crimson currents, Hisha washed ashore upon the shores of black sand—a desolate landscape where the shadows danced with an otherworldly fervor. Standing amidst the eerie silence, he felt a presence looming behind him, a sense of dread creeping into his heart.

Turning slowly, Hisha beheld a devil and an Oni—beings of dark and malevolent power, their forms wreathed in the flickering flames of the underworld. With eyes that glowed like embers, they regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, their voices echoing through the void like the tolling of a funeral bell. "We shall teach you the art of binding the will of massive entities of high power, sealing them inside of a living vessel." With a sense of foreboding, Hisha followed the devil and Oni as they led him deeper into the underworld, where the shadows seemed to writhe and twist with a life of their own. Along the way, they imparted to him the ancient knowledge of harnessing the dark energies of the abyss, shaping them into a binding that could imprison even the mightiest of beings.

This should prove quite potent, and the technique itself made a a great deal of sense. And it also comported with the various techniques of a similar nature he had lightly studied. With the burgeoning power of his bloodline he would additionaly be able to infuse a bit of his own chakra into a seal of this kind to enhance the functionality of such a technique and of course to further grant a bit of access down the road if he should happen to need such a thing.

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Once again he found him self returned yet another time to the strange dream world that he continued to walk and at first he entered into a birght and sunny day which was quite unusual. As he explored he found himself ascending to the pinnacle of a towering tree that stretched its branches toward the heavens. Climbing was not his forte but the ability for him to climb more easily byb using the water walking skill was a useful way for him to go and do this. With each step, he rose higher and higher until he emerged into a realm above the clouds—a city suspended amidst the azure sky, its structures woven from twigs and feathers, a testament to the ingenuity of its avian inhabitants. The tree itself felt almost like a world tree kind of effect with a gigantic trunk and which seemed to extend forever into the air. In fact he was noticing taht even though the location aroun dhim was so expansive it was in fact the case that the tree continued to grow and grow beyond his ability to see the top. Gazing in wonder at the bustling city of bird people, Hisha felt a sense of awe wash over him as he beheld the vibrant tapestry of life that unfolded before his eyes. With wings outstretched, the denizens of this aerial metropolis greeted him with chirps and trills, their voices carrying on the wind like a symphony of song.

"Welcome, young friend Hisha," they sang in unison, their voices blending together in a harmonious melody. "We have awaited your arrival, for we sense a kindred spirit within you." Again another group that seemed to be waiting for him. He was begining to have a grater idea of how these dreams worked and almost thoguht they were quite like a genjutsu over anything else. Hisha found himself surrounded by the avian inhabitants, their colorful plumage glinting in the sunlight as they gathered around him in a circle. With graceful movements, they began to sing, their voices intertwining in a melodic symphony that resonated through the air like the gentle rustle of leaves in a breeze.

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As Hisha listened, he felt the melodies weaving around him, each note carrying with it a sense of ancient wisdom and power. With rapt attention, he focused on memorizing the intricate patterns of sound, committing them to memory with unwavering determination. The bird people chirped and twittered amongst themselves, their bright eyes sparkling with curiosity and intrigue. They sang, their voices rising and falling in a melodic cadence and explained to him tha thtey too had a skill to teach to him. "We shall teach you a particular melody—a song that confounds the senses and befuddles the minds of your enemies."

Hisha followed the flock of bird people as they led him through the winding streets of their city, where the air was alive with the flutter of wings and the rustle of feathers. Along the way, they imparted to him the ancient knowledge of weaving sound into a tapestry of confusion, shaping it into a melody that could disrupt the very fabric of reality. He wished so deeply now tha the couldl fly as the bird people were able to soar all over teh place but he was unable to come with them. Hisha learned to tap into the harmonious energies of the sky, channeling them into a melody that danced upon the wind like a whispered secret. With each passing note, he felt himself growing more attuned to the rhythms of the heavens, his connection to the spirit world deepening with every lesson learned.

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After the bird people had finished their song, they looked to Hisha expectantly, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. With a deep breath, he reached for the set of bells that lay before him, each one crafted from shimmering silver and adorned with intricate patterns. With practiced precision, Hisha began to ring the bells, his movements guided by the melodies he had just learned. As the notes echoed through the air, he felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins, his spirit soaring on the wings of music. With each repetition, Hisha grew more adept at recreating the intricate melody, his fingers dancing across the bells with increasing fluidity and grace. And as he continued to ring out the song, he could feel the harmonies resonating within him, merging with his own essence to become a part of him.

He practiced and practiced and after countless repetitions, Hisha reached the culmination of the melody, the notes ringing out in perfect harmony with the song of the bird people. With a sense of satisfaction, he lowered the bells, his heart swelling with pride at his accomplishment. The bird people chirped and trilled in approval, their voices rising in a cacophony of joyous celebration. With nods of approval and beaming smiles, they welcomed Hisha into their midst, embracing him as one of their own. Together they sung together as he played the bells now in perfect harmony. With a chorus of approval, the bird people took flight into the boundless expanse of the heavens, leaving Hisha standing alone amidst the swirling winds of the sky. The dream seemed to fade and break up in some ways as his consciousness tried to pull him back to waking but did not fully happen however he did find himself shunted away from this location and back to that sunny plane far below the tall tree that he had previously climbed.

This group of three particular melodies were reduced as he practied to particular tones and sounds he could emit with bells of his annd he thoguht he should probably use the abilities of his sealing techniques to fully free him from needing to have these bells. Regardless the ability for him to make full use of these three melodies would be an imporvement on the normal parent techniue of the illusion bell technique which would imporove its abilities to debiliate his foes and he would then use the other songs he had been taught to warp the ability and to good use. Each of them would target a compeltely separate technique or ability which would be variably useful against theh power of his oponents depending on where they had their weaknesses. He realized in fact tha tthis would not be useful against every single enemy but would be so valuable against a certain kind of opponent who had notable issues and weaknessess.

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(This and last 2 posts learn all 3 Super Bell Ringing Genjutsu (S))

As Hisha wandered through the vast expanse of the grassy steppe, the golden rays of the sun painted the landscape in hues of amber and emerald. The gentle sway of the tall grass whispered secrets of ages past, while the distant call of wildlife echoed through the stillness of the air. As night descended upon the steppe, the sky transformed into a canvas of indigo velvet, studded with countless stars that twinkled like diamonds in the darkness. But it was the moon that commanded attention—a colossal sphere of silver radiance, hanging low on the horizon like a sentinel watching over the world below. The full moon, its surface pristine and luminous, cast an ethereal glow upon the landscape, bathing everything it touched in its silvery light. Its presence was mesmerizing, captivating Hisha with its otherworldly beauty and power.

As Hisha gazed up at the magnificent spectacle above, he felt a shift in the air—a subtle change that prickled the hairs on the back of his neck. Turning slowly, he beheld a shadowy figure standing before him—a mirror image of himself, cloaked in darkness and emanating an aura of silent intensity. Without uttering a word, the shadow version of Hisha extended a hand, offering silent guidance to his counterpart. With a sense of instinctual understanding, Hisha reached out, his fingers brushing against the shadow's own. In that moment, knowledge flowed between them—an ancient technique passed down through the ages, whispered from one shadow to another. It was the Bringer of Darkness technique—a skill that allowed Hisha to harness the power of the moon's radiance, bending it to his will to blind his enemies and cloak himself in shadows. As the shadow version of himself faded into the darkness, leaving Hisha standing alone beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, he felt a newfound sense of purpose coursing through his veins. With the Bringer of Darkness technique at his command, he knew that he possessed the power to navigate even the darkest of nights and emerge victorious in the face of adversity.

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As Hisha stood beneath the luminous gaze of the full moon, the shadow version of himself extended a hand once more, beckoning him to come closer. There was a silent understanding between them, a shared connection that transcended words. he had a sense of trepidation but it was over ridden by teh pwoers of his intense and burning need to create new techniques. Hisha stepped forward, his movements guided by an instinctual trust in the shadow's teachings. As their hands met, a rush of energy surged through him, carrying with it the knowledge of an ancient technique—the Xenolinguistics: Bringer of Silence.

In an instant, Hisha understood the essence of the technique—a mastery of sound manipulation that allowed him to harness the power of the moonlit and grassy plane, bending it to his will to eliminate all sound within its boundaries. It was a skill born of shadow and moonlight, a manifestation of the profound connection between silence and power.

However they were not finished yet as the Shadow apparently had even more to teach him, abiliteis which were secrets of the cland and which he supposed he should logically have access to. As Hisha watched, he felt a surge of energy building within him, a primal force that pulsed with the rhythm of the night. It was the Principle of Least Time—a mastery of illusionary arts that allowed him to twist and warp the fabric of reality itself, amplifying the strengths of his illusions while simultaneously reducing their weaknesses.

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With a silent understanding, the shadow creature imparted its knowledge to Hisha, guiding him through the intricacies of the Principle of Least Time with effortless grace. There were no words spoken, no need for explanations—the knowledge flowed between them like a current of pure energy, binding them together in a shared understanding of the mysteries of the shadow realm. As the lesson drew to a close, Hisha felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through him, his mind buzzing with newfound insights and possibilities. With the Principle of Least Time at his command, he knew that he possessed the power to reshape reality itself, bending it to his will with the subtle art of illusion. For a brief moment then, he would experience a piercing ringing sound within his mnid as his brain was opened up once more. He expiereinced this and it reminded him of his other bell techniques as this was the basic technique there of the bells that being the more normal one within the enhanced status or status but which would be still a foundtanional building block of the abilities of the technique. With that he would slowly come back to but expecting to wake would actually find that he was still within this world of dreams.

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(These three cover Bringer of Darkness, Principle of Least Time, and Xenolinguistics: Bringer of Silence)

Hisha soon found himself engaged in an unexpected encounter with the shadow creature. With a silent gesture, it invited him to partake in a game of Mojang—a timeless contest of strategy and cunning that would test both their wits and their mastery of illusionary arts. As they sat cross-legged upon the grassy plane, a shimmering board materialized between them, its surface adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that seemed to dance in the moonlight. With a flicker of anticipation in their eyes, Hisha and the shadow creature began to play, their movements fluid and precise as they manipulated the illusions before them.

With each move, Hisha felt the subtle energies of the shadow realm coursing through him, guiding his actions with an otherworldly intuition. As he shuffled around the priority orders of illusion-based techniques, he found himself unlocking new depths of power and insight, each decision shaping the fabric of reality in ways both subtle and profound. As the game drew to a close, Hisha felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through him, his mind buzzing with newfound possibilities. Similar to the powers of his illusions thish would allow for him to place a kind of quarentine on the abilities of his illusions to combat oponents who whished to ensnare him. He could almost laugh at the foolish notion of such an idea.

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As he stood beneath its radiant glow, the moon descended to him in the form of a beautiful woman, her ethereal presence captivating his senses. The shadow remained silent, slipping away as the glow of the woman's body shone and had it scurry to the fringes of the clearing though not entirely out of sight. With eight pure black eyes that glistened like beetles in the night, she possessed an otherworldly allure that transcended mortal beauty. Her features were elven yet inhuman, impossibly perfect and mesmerizing to behold. As she approached, a sense of reverence washed over Hisha, his heart pounding with a mixture of awe and wonder.

The moon woman did not speak, but instead communicated through the manipulation of water and mist, weaving visions that danced before Hisha's eyes like dreams made manifest. With a wave of her hand, she conjured images that shimmered and shifted, revealing glimpses of untold mysteries and hidden truths. In the first vision, Hisha beheld the power to reshape objects like water, bending them to his will with effortless grace. He watched in awe as the moon woman demonstrated the ability to melt and mold solid matter with nothing more than a gesture, transforming it into fluid form that flowed like water.

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As the vision unfolded before him, Hisha felt a surge of inspiration coursing through him, his mind still thirsting for the learning and creationg of techniques but seeming to slow somewhat as he continued on ward almost as if he were actually finally satiating this strange desire. As he continued and with the possibilities that lay within his grasp. With the guidance of the moon woman, he knew that he possessed the power to shape the world around him, bending it to his will with the fluidity of water and the strength of his spirit. As the vision faded and the moon woman withdrew into the night, leaving Hisha standing alone beneath the moon's radiant gaze, he knew that he had been granted a gift beyond measure. With the ability to reshape objects like water at his command, he was ready to embark on the next phase of his journey, guided by the wisdom of the moon and the strength of his own indomitable spirit.

Without a word spoken, she extended her hand towards him, a silent ultimatum lingering in the air like a whisper on the wind. This would be a kind of continuation of a lesson as the pair would continue to learn and provide new insights and pieces of information which would flow freely between them in this odd dream state and dream scape really. Even though he felt a sense of fear and was worried about what was going on here, his mind still hungered and his fingers burned for more techniques and more chakra, and so Hisha reached out, his fingertips brushing against the moon woman's own. In that moment, a blinding flash of light enveloped him, washing over him like a tidal wave of memories distorted in strange and inexplicable ways.

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He felt himself transported through time and space, experiencing fragments of his past lives intertwined in a dizzying array of images and emotions. It was as if he was living multiple lives at once, each one overlapping and intertwining with the next in a chaotic tapestry of existence. As the visions unfolded before him, Hisha struggled to make sense of the fragmented memories, his mind reeling from the onslaught of sensations and experiences. But amidst the confusion, a sense of clarity began to emerge—a realization that he was more than the sum of his past lives, bound by a destiny that transcended the confines of time and space.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the flash of memories subsided, leaving Hisha standing alone in the moonlit expanse, his mind clear and his spirit resolute. With a newfound sense of purpose burning within him, he knew that he had been granted a gift beyond measure—a gift that would shape the course of his destiny for eternity. With a silent nod of gratitude to the moon woman, Hisha embraced his newfound power, channeling the energy of the moon itself into his gaze. In that moment, he felt a surge of power coursing through him, his eyes ablaze with an otherworldly light that spoke of ancient mysteries and hidden truths.

Continuing still, she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against his forehead. So strange and yet so intimate as even more knowledge would pass from this spirit into him. In that fleeting moment of contact, Hisha felt a rush of sensations flood his senses—a kaleidoscope of memories cascading through his mind like a river in full flood. He experienced the lives of every living creature, from the smallest insect to the mightiest beast, as if he was connected to a central intelligence that linked all of humanity.

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He felt the joy of a mother cradling her newborn child, the sorrow of a lover bidding farewell to their beloved, the fear of a prey animal fleeing from a predator's pursuit. Each memory was a thread woven into the fabric of existence, binding him to the collective consciousness of all living beings. As the rush of memories subsided, leaving Hisha breathless and disoriented, he realized that he had been granted a gift beyond comprehension—a deep and profound connection to the web of life that permeated the universe. With a newfound understanding of the interconnectedness of all things, Hisha gazed up at the moon woman with gratitude and reverence. In her eyes, he saw the wisdom of countless ages, a silent assurance that he was not alone on his journey. The abilities here represneted the technique whichh would be knonwn as the around the clock news technique which he had developed, a subtle ability to flood the enemy with false informatoin and false ideals. Trickign those who thoguht to fight him but quite subtlely, perhaps too much so. He feared even as he developed the technique that this would not serve him well as people would be too stuipd or foolish to apprecaite the situation in which they found them selves. Iin his experience people tended to have a kind of lack of general undrestanding of how the past events of their lives interaacted with their present, but only time would tell.

And as he stood beneath the moon's magnificant and powerful glow, surrounded by the tranquil beauty of the night, Hisha knew that he was ready to embrace his destiny with open arms. With the memories of every living creature coursing through his veins, he was prepared to face whatever challenges awaited him on his path, guided by the strange visions that seemed to pervade his sense and sensibilities like teh book title. This profound insight he had garnered reminded him of how fragile reality really was, and how easily manipulated people were. So much so that he could probably convince them to end his illusions early, if he so chose.

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(Learned in the above: Ultimatum, On the Nature of Reality (C), Around the Clock News (S), Substack, Transmutation at a Distance)

As Hisha's mind grappled with the weight of his newfound powers and the memories bestowed upon him by the moon woman, a sudden darkness descended upon his thoughts. In the depths of his consciousness, a vivid hallucination took hold, twisting reality into a nightmare of unimaginable horror. In this fleeting but intense vision, Hisha saw all of his friends and family succumb to a malevolent infection, their once vibrant forms twisted and contorted into grotesque caricatures of their former selves. Their eyes glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light as they shambled forth like mindless automatons, driven by an insatiable hunger for flesh.

The stench of decay hung heavy in the air as Hisha watched in helpless terror, his heart pounding with dread as he realized the true extent of the devastation wrought by the infection. He felt a surge of anguish welling up inside him, threatening to overwhelm his senses as he witnessed the destruction of everything he held dear. The notion of an infection spaked within him a kind of powerful curiosity; he saw few people fight with clones any more, and strange why not as they were so powerful, but clones presented a Non-Zero-Sum Game of sorts.

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Non Zero Sum Game

But even amidst the despair, a flicker of resolve ignited within Hisha's heart. With a steely determination, he banished the hallucination from his mind, refusing to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume him. As the vision faded into the recesses of his consciousness, Hisha found himself standing once more beneath the moon's radiant gaze, his spirit tempered by the trials of the hallucination. With a renewed sense of purpose burning within him, he vowed to use his newfound powers to protect those he loved and vanquish any threats that dared to stand in his way. And then he woke up, or so he thought.

As Hisha thought he had awoken from the hallucination, a sense of relief washed over him, the memory of the horrifying vision still lingering in the recesses of his mind. Yet, before he could fully grasp his surroundings, a shadow emerged from the depths of the night, shrouded in darkness and mystery. With a silent and haunting presence, the shadow loomed before Hisha, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. Despite his efforts to break free from the illusion, he realized with a sinking heart that he had merely peeled back another layer of this intricate dream. This was the work of none other than the Sly Mind Affect technique, powerful if overlooked often.

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Sly Mind Affect

It appeared now that he may be free for real, but alas such was not the case at all for he was once more beneath the giant moon, impossibly close as it was. However the woman had all but vanished and instead he saw standing before him, the shadow loomed, its presence a silent testament to the trials he had faced and overcome. In a rare display of approval, it cast a nod of acknowledgment towards Hisha, a silent recognition of his strength and resilience. To commemorate his efforts, the shadow beckoned Hisha closer, weaving visions of the underworld before his eyes. In the depths of the abyss, Hisha beheld the horrors that lay within—the twisted creatures and malevolent spirits that lurked in the shadows, waiting to ensnare the unwary in their clutches.

Though the sight was chilling, Hisha felt a surge of determination welling up inside him. With the knowledge of these horrors at his disposal, he knew that he possessed a powerful tool to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies, to deter them from crossing his path with the threat of the underworld's terrors. But the shadow had one final gift to bestow upon Hisha—a secret melody, whispered from the depths of the underworld itself. With a gesture, it imparted the knowledge of this piercing tone, a sound so potent that it rendered Hisha momentarily paralyzed, unable to move or speak. Hell Viewing, it seemed. Weak, but somewhat effective.

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Learned Descending Hell/Hell Viewing

As the melody washed over him, Hisha felt a strange sensation coursing through his body, a tingling numbness that spread from head to toe. For a fleeting moment, he was immobilized, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer power of the sound. But even as he struggled against the paralytic effect, Hisha felt a spark of realization igniting within him. The melody was ethereal, haunting, and achingly beautiful, like the lament of a lost soul echoing through the halls of eternity.

Each note rang out with a spectral clarity, its timbre resonating with an otherworldly grace that transcended mortal comprehension. The melody wove a tapestry of sound that seemed to shimmer and dance in the moonlight, casting an enchanting spell upon all who heard it. With a surge of willpower, he seized control of the melody, bending it to his command with the strength of his spirit. Thisi was a technique hhe knew a bit about, though not in detail before now. He really would need some kidn of sound producing device, such as a flute, though it would be better if he could use it without the requriements of his hands or mouth. Though of course he wouold be able to still use his no seal illusions.

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Paralyzing Flute Genjutsu

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ROLLING EVERYTHING UP TO THIS POINT

Hisha had taken a short break of a day or two after the previous bout of intense training and learning where he was going on so far as to learn all kinds of techniques and in fact create his own techniques as well. It had felt slightly at the end of the day before that he would comepltey fall apart and have no way of continuing on and so he woke up without much of any real rest from how exhausting and fit full that sleep of his had been but he was ok and slept most of the following day before moving on. And now it was the current moment in stead of the past moment and so he was going to have to move on with his training  and even tough the panic he had seemed slightly to have abated a bit it was still very powerful and top of his mind and he could no longer resist going back to the training grounds to work out some more techniques. For the new round he woud do he mostly took copies of some hastily scribbled down techniques from the library as he would be learning techniques that had already been created for the most part here but may stil need to learn a few new items too or make on or two things here or there. Of course from the moment he could walk, he had been immersed in the traditions of his clan, learning the sacred arts of stealth and combat under the watchful eye of his master.

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He spent a more solid amount of the day doing basic physical training which was not always his method or norm but today he woud do it to get his body trained up. He had signed up for the Chunin Exams partially on a whim but mostly because he figured that Sero and Blitz would demand that he did in order to prove him self and to be honest he was much more powerful than he had been when they first took him under his wing. Still he would go on with weights and running exercises with the running activities being particularly loathsome as he really only worked out to try and look hot adn not to actually try and be in shape but he supposed now he would need to do both. On a night veiled in darkness and mystery, exhaustion claimed Hisha, pulling him into the depths of a restless slumber. In the realm of dreams, he found him self transported to a surreal landscape, where reality twisted and contorted like the tendrils of mist that cloaked his village. He arrived back once more in this dreaming world that he so often went to and which gave him most of his inspiration for various abilities and techniques.

Wandering through the ethereal landscapes of his dreams, he would once again be back to this strange location that he kept returning to. Hisha stumbled upon a grandiose mansion that loomed before him like a titan of stone and shadow. Its walls rose high, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to dance in the shifting light. With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, Hisha crossed the threshold into the mansion, finding him self amidst a labyrinthine maze of oversized rooms and corridors. Everything appeared magnified, as if he had been transported into a realm of giants. In the heart of the mansion, he encountered a sleek black cat, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly brightness. With a regal air, it approached Hisha, its movements graceful and deliberate. As he found the cat and without uttering a single word, the cat beckoned Hisha closer, its gaze fixed upon his head. Hisha hesitated for a moment before reaching up to touch his hair, only to discover that it had transformed into a myriad of sharp needles, glistening in the dim light of the dream world. As realization dawned upon him, Hisha marveled at the newfound power pulsating through his veins.

With each movement, he felt the strength of his hair needles, a formidable weapon forged from the depths of his subconscious. Under the silent guidance of the cat, Hisha honed his newfound skill, his confidence growing with each passing moment. Together, they traversed the surreal landscapes of the dream world, encountering strange and wondrous creatures along the way. He had learned this sort of technique and heard about it from scrolls and from his studies. He was not particularly gifted in non elemental techniques but he was good enough to get by and this could help in a pinch. With this he would learn the Needle Cloak and Needle Hell techniques of great power. Though his hair was not long. They encountered a wise old owl perched atop a towering oak, who imparted upon Hisha the importance of patience and vigilance. They crossed paths with a majestic stag, whose antlers shimmered with a magical energy that filled Hisha with a sense of awe and wonder. As they journeyed deeper into the dream world, Hisha felt him self growing stronger and more attuned to the mysteries that surrounded him. With each encounter, he gained new insights and abilities, unlocking hidden potentials that lay dormant within him.

This wisdom would help him with the Focused Amplification Technique though he did not yet know what it would do or in what way he would be able to apply it to certain techniques and the like.With a final nod of acknowledgment, the cat vanished into the shadows, leaving Hisha standing amidst the grandeur of the mansion. Armed with the lessons learned from his journey through the dream world, he prepared to return to the waking realm, knowing that he carried within him the power to overcome any obstacle that stood in his path. As the cat disappeared into the shadows, leaving Hisha standing amidst the grandeur of the mansion, a sense of anticipation pulsed through him. He knew that his journey through the dream world was far from over, and he awaited the next lesson with eager anticipation. Almost immediately after it had disappeared he felt as if hours had passed and yet at teh same time almost nothing actually transpired and then quite suddenly, a soft rustling sound filled the air, and Hisha turned to see the sleek black cat emerging from the darkness once more. Its eyes gleamed with a knowing twinkle as it approached him, its movements fluid and graceful.

With ou speaking and with outt a word, the cat raised its paw and gestured towards Hisha's hair, its gaze penetrating to the core of his being. Hisha understood the silent command and focused his thoughts, willing his hair to respond to the cat's guidance. To his amazement, he felt a strange sensation coursing through him, as if his very essence was being infused with a newfound power. Slowly, his hair began to stiffen and harden, forming a protective shield around him like the cat's fur when it bristled with defiance. With each passing moment, the transformation deepened, until Hisha stood encased in a cocoon of hardened hair, impervious to harm. He marveled at the sight, feeling a sense of invincibility coursing through him like a tidal wave. Under the watchful eye of the cat, Hisha practiced manipulating the hardened hair, learning to control its density and strength with precision. With each attempt, he felt the bond between him self and his newfound ability growing stronger, until they became as one. What a fascinating new ability of power and techniques which would allow him both defense and offense and permit of him to use the Lion’s Mane technique and ability as well as the Needle Hell which combine with the Needle Cloak he would be a powerful user of his hair techniques.

The lesson and moments now were to drew to a close and the cat nodded in silent approval, its eyes shimmering with pride. Hisha knew that he had mastered yet another aspect of his latent potential, thanks to the guidance of his feline mentor. With a final farewell, the cat vanished into the darkness once more, leaving Hisha standing amidst the grandeur of the mansion, his heart brimming with newfound confidence and determination. Armed with the knowledge and abilities bestowed upon him by his journey through the dream world, he prepared to return to the waking realm, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and resilience. He had never seen a cat so incredibly large or strange but also had never been some where as physically huge as this location either. As the sleek black cat disappeared into the deep recesses of the house once more, Hisha stood amidst the grandeur of the mansion, his mind buzzing with anticipation for the next part of his dream journey. The furniture was so massive and it seemed as if this was the house of a monster or a giant or something.