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Suddenly, a playful meow echoed through the corridors, drawing his attention to the feline companion that had become his guide. With a mischievous glint in its eyes, the cat darted off into the depths of the mansion, its tail swishing with excitement. Hisha followed eagerly, his senses sharpened by the thrill of the chase. It was almost a bit like his previous work outs he was doing with running and calisthenics. He took a moment as he had to remind him self of the power of genjutsu kai though and attempted to use the spell to remove the powers of this illusion, only to find out that he had not been snared into a genjutsu after all. Through winding hallways and up winding staircases they raced, the cat leading the way with uncanny agility and grace. Hisha struggled to keep pace, his heart pounding with exhilaration as they chased after a small ball of yarn that seemed to dance just out of reach. This was almost like the Kirigakure Basic Defense Training he had used against Blitz where it had prepared him for an event of such a kind. Their pursuit led them through every corner of the mansion, from opulent chambers to dusty attics, as the ball of yarn eluded them at every turn.

Yet even so as they day drew long, Hisha pressed on, determined to unravel the mystery that lay at the heart of the chase. As they ran and chased after a while and eventually, they reached the basement, where the air hung heavy with the scent of dust and decay. As they descended into the darkness, Hisha's senses tingled with anticipation, knowing that their journey was about to reach its climax. To their surprise, they found themselves confronted by a horde of rats, their eyes gleaming with malice as they scurried towards them with gnashing teeth. With a fierce battle cry, Hisha sprang into action, his hardened hair needles glinting in the dim light as he fought alongside the cat to defend themselves. In the midst of the chaos, Hisha caught sight of the ball of yarn, lying forgotten amidst the fray. With a swift movement, he scooped it up in his hands, feeling a surge of triumph course through him as he held the object of their quest. As the last of the rats fled into the shadows, defeated, the cat approached Hisha with a knowing glint in its eyes. With a flick of its tail, it gestured towards Hisha's own tail, urging him to unlock its hidden potential. With newfound determination, Hisha focused his thoughts, willing his tail to respond to the cat's guidance.

Slowly, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him, as his tail began to move with a fluidity and precision he had never known. Under the watchful eye of the cat, Hisha practiced controlling his tail, learning to wield it as a weapon with the same skill and finesse as his hardened hair needles. With each movement, he felt the bond between him self and his tail growing stronger, until they moved as one. He could use this with his hair techniques as well, but for the rats themselves he was able to release a pulse of chakra which would be that of the genjutsu binding technique which would paralyze a range of those filthy rats. Of course for this he would be quite capable of binding them, but he would further walk to one to practice a separate ability of Temporary Paralysis which would require physical contact for now but which he knew could be increase much later with better physical coordination. Then on top of all of this he would release a field of chakra to bind another one for practice using and making use of the paralyzing chakra field technique. These would be useful if not indispensabile in fighting opponents or even just escaping from sticky situations.

They continue but soon would finish their time together as he had learned so many various techniques through this time and efforts and so the cat nodded in silent approval, its eyes shimmering with pride. Hisha knew that he had unlocked 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 shadows of the basement, 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. As the exhilaration of their adventure subsided, Hisha found him self standing alone in the dimly lit basement, the echoes of their battle still ringing in his ears. Suddenly, a soft purring sound filled the air, and he turned to see the sleek black cat emerging from the shadows once more. With a contented flick of its tail, the cat padded towards Hisha, its eyes gleaming with warmth and affection. Without hesitation, it curled up beside him, its fur soft and warm against his skin.

He found that soon he began with feeling a sense of gratitude and camaraderie towards his feline companion, Hisha reached out to stroke its fur, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across its sleek coat. As he did, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, as though the bond between them had deepened with each passing moment. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, the cat seemed to sense Hisha's unspoken thoughts, its eyes locking with his in silent understanding. With a graceful movement, it extended its claws, the tips gleaming like polished obsidian in the dim light. Hisha watched in awe as the cat demonstrated the art of wielding its claws with deadly precision, each movement a testament to its mastery of combat. Inspired by its example, he focused his thoughts, willing his own nails to respond to the cat's guidance. This would represent the abilities of the claw creation technique which was rather common in the world of ninja but very ignored and under used all things considered. No matter he supposed though as it would be a potential thing for him to make use of though it would be unlikely to be particularly powerful since he was not very physically strong but it could help out in a pinch or when needing help.

The cat would move around in an erratic way and at a wild pace and so when he was going through that he would imitate it as well and move forward to the powers of using the body flicker technique which again he did not realy think he would make a great deal of use of but again it was better to know than to not because of course he would be using this ability to learn as many techniques as he possibly could. To his amazement, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him, as his nails began to grow and harden, transforming into razor-sharp weapons capable of slicing through even the toughest of adversaries. With each passing moment, he felt the strength of his newfound abilities coursing through him like a tidal wave.Under the watchful eye of the cat, Hisha practiced controlling his hardened nails, learning to wield them with the same skill and finesse as his hair needles and tail. With each strike, he felt the bond between him self and his feline mentor growing stronger, until they moved as one in perfect harmony. Eventuallyl he demonstrated master and the cat nodded in silent approval, its eyes shimmering with pride. Hisha knew that he had unlocked yet another aspect of his latent potential, thanks to the guidance of his feline mentor.

Once again as it had in the past as they did this the cat vanished into the shadows once more, leaving Hisha standing amidst the quiet solitude of the basement, 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. As Hisha ascended from the dimly lit basement into the warm glow of the kitchen, a sense of tranquility settled over him. The events of his dream journey lingered in his mind, each lesson and encounter etched into his memory like ancient runes. Yet, amidst the quiet solitude of the kitchen, he found solace in the familiar comforts of home. To his surprise and delight, he discovered the sleek black cat waiting for him, its eyes gleaming with mischief as it perched on the countertop with an air of regal elegance. With a playful meow, it greeted him, its tail swishing lazily behind it. Hisha smiled warmly at the sight of his feline companion, feeling a sense of camaraderie and kinship that transcended the boundaries of the waking world.

With a sense of anticipation, he approached the cat, eager to hear what wisdom it had to impart. He found him self to be just a little bit shocked as the cat made a kind of request in its cat language and its meows pleading and insistent. Understanding its silent message, Hisha set about preparing a simple snack, his movements fluid and purposeful as he gathered ingredients from the pantry and fridge. As he worked, the cat watched with keen interest, its eyes never leaving his hands as he sliced and diced with practiced precision. With each passing moment, Hisha felt a sense of companionship and connection with the cat, as though they shared a bond that transcended words. With the snack prepared and laid out before them, Hisha watched as the cat eagerly devoured its meal, its purrs of contentment filling the air like a soothing melody. With a satisfied sigh, it turned to Hisha, its eyes glowing with a newfound intensity. With a graceful movement, the cat extended its claws, the tips shimmering with an otherworldly energy that seemed to pulse with life. Sensing Hisha's curiosity, it gestured towards his own hardened nails, urging him to unlock their full potential.

This was clearly an ability what was an improvement on the creation of claws and was essentially the neko chakra claw ability that he would make use of as an enhanced version of this kind of power. But flowing even more chakra until he normally did in the previous technique he would make the claws even stronger than before and be able to claim more deadly damage if it should come to that. Drawing upon the lessons learned from their journey through the dream world, Hisha focused his thoughts, channeling his chakra into his claws with unwavering concentration. To his amazement, he felt a surge of power coursing through him, as his nails glowed with an ethereal light that illuminated the kitchen like a beacon in the night. Under the watchful eye of the cat, Hisha practiced infusing his claws with chakra, learning to harness their full potential with each passing moment. With each strike, he felt the strength of his newfound abilities grow, until they blazed like a wildfire in the depths of his soul. They finished their abilities and training again for this short time and again the cat nodded in silent approval, its eyes shimmering with pride.

Hisha knew that he had unlocked yet another aspect of his latent potential, thanks to the guidance of his feline mentor. He recalled back to the rats an ability that he had not tried out though and would make use to pull out a flute from his mental palace within the dream and begin playing a piercing note which would allow for him to create a paralyzing effect again and really t this point he had a great deal of this kind of ability and power set which maybe was over kill but also possibly it was not at all actually. With a final farewell, the cat vanished into the shadows once more, leaving Hisha standing amidst the warmth and comfort of the kitchen, 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. As Hisha made his way through the quiet corridors of the house, a sense of unease prickled at the edges of his consciousness. The events of his dream journey lingered in his mind, casting a shadow of uncertainty over his thoughts.

Yet, he pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the depths of the dream world. In a manner similar to the powers of his little sound based and flute abilities he would be constrained by the thoughts of how to use this ability and heh would find his stones that he had simply woken up with at some point and was not really aware of what they were or where they came from but theyw ere amazing and captivating. AS he stared at them and meditated he would spontaneously being practicing shouting and howling and usign powers of this kind and focusing this strange energy into his throat which seemed to emanate from the very confines of the stone itself and as he did he would perform a kind of powerful howl from Fugai or whatever it was that that name was or what ever and as he did so he would learn again another yet sound technique which he could use for these kinds of powers and to repel an enemy he supposed which was nice and all. As he entered one of the bedrooms, a strange thumping sound echoed through the air, causing him to freeze in his tracks.

With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, he approached the closet, his heart pounding in his chest. Summoning all of his courage, Hisha flung open the closet door, only to be met with a sight that sent a shiver down his spine. There, huddled amidst the darkness, was a spectral figure, its form twisted and contorted with an otherworldly energy. The banshy, with her wild, disheveled hair and eyes that glowed with an eerie light, let out a bloodcurdling scream, sending Hisha stumbling backward in fear. For a moment, he was paralyzed with terror, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. But as the banshy's wails filled the room, a sense of compassion stirred within Hisha's heart. Despite his fear, he approached her cautiously, his movements tentative and uncertain. With each step, he could feel the weight of her anguish pressing down upon him, as though her pain echoed through the very fabric of his being. Yet, he refused to turn away, knowing that he had a duty to help her find peace. As he drew closer, the banshy's screams began to subside, replaced by a mournful wail that seemed to echo with the echoes of centuries past.

Both feeling and sensing without a sensory skill specifically but feeling an opportunity to connect with her, Hisha reached out to her, his touch gentle and reassuring. To his surprise, the banshy responded to his gesture, her form flickering with a ghostly light as she calmed herself. In that moment, Hisha felt a sense of empathy wash over him, as though he could sense the pain and suffering that had brought her to this haunted place. With a voice that trembled with emotion, the banshy began to speak, her words a haunting melody that resonated with the depths of Hisha's soul. She spoke of the horrors that had driven her to this dark and lonely place, of the memories that haunted her every waking moment. Yet, amidst the despair, she spoke of hope, of the power that lay within each of us to overcome the darkness that threatened to consume us. With each word, Hisha felt a sense of clarity wash over him, as though he had been granted a glimpse into the mysteries of the universe. As the banshy's teachings came to an end, Hisha felt a newfound sense of resolve coursing through him.

Armed with the knowledge of how to protect his mind from the horrors of illusions and intrusion, he prepared to return to the waking realm, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and resilience. With a final farewell, the banshy faded into the shadows, leaving Hisha standing amidst the quiet solitude of the bedroom, his heart brimming with newfound confidence and determination. And as he closed his eyes and let the dream world fade away, he knew that he would carry the lessons he had learned with him always, guiding him on his path to greatness as a ninja of the mist. As Hisha continued to explore the room, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious banshy and her haunting presence, he found him self drawn towards the towering bed that dominated the space. With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, he knelt down and peered beneath the bed, wondering what secrets might lie hidden in its shadowy depths. To his surprise, he discovered the banshy once more, her form curled up amidst the darkness like a specter in the night. This time, however, there was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, as though she had been waiting for him to find her.

The banshee regarded him briefly and for a moment with a playful grin, Hisha reached out to the banshy, his fingers brushing against her ethereal form. To his amazement, she responded with a soft giggle, her laughter echoing through the room like a melody. Sensing that she had something to teach him, Hisha leaned in closer, eager to discover what secrets she held. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, the banshy beckoned him closer, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the room. In a voice that was both haunting and hypnotic, she spoke of the ancient art of mind transference, of the ability to project one's consciousness into the bodies of other beings. With each word, Hisha felt a sense of wonderment wash over him, as though he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure buried deep within the recesses of his mind. As the banshy's teachings unfolded, Hisha listened with rapt attention, his mind ablaze with the possibilities that lay before him. With each passing moment, he felt the bonds of his own consciousness loosening, as though he were on the verge of unlocking a power that lay dormant within him.

With a final flourish, the banshy demonstrated the art of mind transference, her form shimmering with an otherworldly light as she projected her consciousness into the body of a nearby moth. Hisha watched in awe as the tiny insect took flight, its wings carrying it on a journey through the room and beyond. Inspired by her example, Hisha focused his thoughts, willing his own consciousness to follow suit. To his amazement, he felt a surge of energy coursing through him, as though he were on the brink of a great revelation. These were such powerful abilities to paralyze and stun opponents as well as to hide him self. His ability to silent kill would permit greater sneaking abilities ansd powers and his various techniqieus of illusions here would allow him nto only to create binding chains from a flute but to ward his mind effectively from infacers through eye mind reading and the psycho mind transmission technique when he was empowered by the strength of his powerful technique which was the thinking hard ability which would move along quite well for the time being until he was able to study harder.

It was then that in the use and with a deep breath, he closed his eyes and concentrated with all his might, feeling his consciousness expanding outward like a ripple on the surface of a pond. And then, in an instant, he felt him self slipping free from the confines of his own body, his mind soaring through the air like a bird in flight. As he opened his eyes, he found him self staring out through the eyes of a nearby sparrow, its wings beating rhythmically as it took to the sky. With a sense of exhilaration coursing through him, Hisha marveled at the freedom and power that came with his newfound ability. With a final farewell, the banshy faded into the shadows once more, leaving Hisha standing amidst the quiet solitude of the room, his heart brimming with newfound confidence and determination. And as he closed his eyes and let the dream world fade away, he knew that he would carry the lessons he had learned with him always, guiding him on his path to greatness as a ninja of the mist. It might have been a long road to walk and one he was not even sure if he would want with his talk with Sero but he would walk it all the same.

Siome thign deep within compelled him as Hisha delved deeper into the mysteries of the banshy's teachings, he found him self drawn further into the ethereal realm of the dream world. With each lesson, he felt his connection to the banshy and the powers she possessed grow stronger, as though they were kindred spirits bound by a common destiny. In the quiet solitude of the room, Hisha began to practice the art of creating illusions, weaving his chakra into intricate patterns that danced through the air like wisps of smoke. With each attempt, he honed his skills, mastering the subtle art of manipulating reality to suit his desires. The room in which he practiced was a tapestry of memories and dreams, each piece of furniture holding its own story. A grand mahogany dresser stood tall against one wall, its polished surface gleaming in the soft light of the room. Adorned with delicate carvings and intricate patterns, it seemed to whisper secrets of generations past, its drawers filled with trinkets and treasures that sparkled in the dim light. Beside the dresser stood a towering bookcase, its shelves filled with ancient tomes and dusty scrolls that seemed to hold the wisdom of ages.

Each book was a gateway to another world, its pages filled with tales of heroes and villains, of triumph and tragedy, waiting to be explored by eager hands. In the center of the room sat a plush armchair, its cushions worn with age yet still radiating a sense of comfort and warmth. It was a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world, a place where one could retreat and find solace in the embrace of its soft embrace. And in the far corner, nestled beneath a window adorned with billowing curtains, stood a delicate vanity adorned with trinkets and baubles that glimmered in the faint moonlight. Its mirror reflected the image of a young ninja on the cusp of greatness, his eyes ablaze with determination as he prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead. As Hisha continued to practice, he found him self growing more adept at creating illusions, his mind becoming a canvas upon which he could paint his desires with ease. With each flicker of his fingers, he conjured forth images that danced and shifted before his eyes, each one more intricate and lifelike than the last.

But the banshy was not finished with her teachings yet. With a knowing smile, she beckoned Hisha closer, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. In a voice that was both haunting and hypnotic, she spoke of the power of speed, of the ability to move with such swiftness that one could leave behind only a fleeting afterimage. With a sense of determination coursing through him, Hisha set about mastering this new technique, his movements a blur of motion as he darted across the room with lightning speed. With each pass, he felt the world around him blur and distort, his afterimage lingering in the air like a ghostly echo of his former self. As he practiced, he felt a sense of exhilaration wash over him, as though he had tapped into a wellspring of power that had long lain dormant within him. With each passing moment, he grew more attuned to the rhythm of his own heartbeat, his senses sharpened to a razor's edge as he pushed him self to the limits of his abilities. And so, under the watchful eye of the banshy, Hisha continued to practice, honing his skills and mastering the ancient arts that had been passed down through generations.

With each lesson learned, he felt him self growing stronger and more confident, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead on his journey to greatness as a ninja of the mist. As Hisha ascended the long and winding staircase, each step seemed to carry him further into the depths of the dream world, where reality blurred and twisted with every passing moment. Strange scenes unfolded before him, each one more surreal than the last, as though he had stepped into a painting brought to life. The staircase seemed to stretch on endlessly, leading him through corridors of shifting shadows and surreal landscapes that defied logic and reason. He passed through rooms filled with bizarre creatures and fantastical landscapes, each one a testament to the boundless imagination of the dream world. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hisha reached the top of the staircase and emerged into the attic. The air was thick with dust and cobwebs, and the room was filled with the eerie glow of moonlight filtering in through the windows. As he cautiously stepped into the attic, a chill ran down his spine, and he felt a sense of foreboding settle over him like a heavy shroud. Suddenly, a ghostly figure materialized before him, its form translucent and ethereal, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

With a bloodcurdling shriek, the ghost flew at Hisha, its movements erratic and unpredictable. Hisha stumbled backward in fear, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to comprehend the apparition before him. But as the ghost continued to dart and weave through the air, Hisha felt a sense of determination welling up within him. Summoning all of his courage, he stood his ground and faced the spectral figure head-on, his eyes ablaze with determination. To his surprise, the ghost began to speak, its voice echoing through the attic like a whisper in the wind. It spoke of the power of fear, of the paralyzing grip it held over those who dared to confront it. With each word, Hisha felt a sense of understanding wash over him, as though he had glimpsed the true nature of his own fears for the first time. As the ghost's teachings came to an end, it demonstrated the art of emitting a wave of paralyzing energy, a technique that could stun enemies and leave them vulnerable to attack. With a flick of its spectral hand, it sent forth a wave of energy that rippled through the air like a shockwave, freezing everything it touched in place. Inspired by the ghost's example, Hisha focused his thoughts, channeling his chakra into a powerful wave of energy.

Quite suddenly and with a shout of determination and the force of that said shout, he unleashed the wave, feeling it surge forth from his body like a torrential flood. This was the sound wave technique which should help him to release those who pursued him and to get them off of him. Then he would send out a second shout to learn a new technique. To his amazement, the wave of energy rippled through the air, freezing everything in its path with a paralyzing force. As he watched, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him, knowing that he had unlocked yet another aspect of his latent potential. With a final farewell, the ghost vanished into the shadows, leaving Hisha standing amidst the quiet solitude of the attic, his heart brimming with newfound confidence and determination. And as he closed his eyes and let the dream world fade away, he knew that he would carry the lessons he had learned with him always, guiding him on his path to greatness as a ninja of the mist. As the ghost drifted through the walls of the attic, passing in and out of the paintings and portraits that adorned the walls, Hisha couldn't help but marvel at the surreal spectacle before him.

He watched with a mixture of awe and amusement as the ghost wove its way through the fabric of reality, its form flickering like a candle flame in the darkness. The flickering powers of this gave him a vision of allowing him self to use his powers to draw the shadows to him self and hide with in them quite easily to obscure his presence and the like. This would be extra useful perhaps with the transparent escape technique or even the power of the hiding in surface or silent killing ability. With a chuckle, Hisha shook his head in disbelief at the absurdity of it all. It seemed that in the dream world, anything was possible, and he had become accustomed to the strange and fantastical sights that greeted him at every turn while he was deeply and powerfully within the confines of his own mind and the dream like state of the whole strange experience of his own. But as he watched the ghost flit through the air with effortless grace, a sense of admiration stirred within him. Despite its ethereal form, the ghost possessed a power and grace that commanded respect, and Hisha found him self drawn to its enigmatic presence.

Sensing his curiosity, the ghost turned to him with a knowing smile, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. In a voice that was both haunting and hypnotic, it spoke of the power of chakra, of the ability to harness the energy of the spirit realm to shape the world around them. With a flick of its spectral hand, the ghost conjured forth a flickering flame of ghostly blue fire, its light casting eerie shadows across the attic. Hisha watched in awe as the flame danced and flickered before him, its ethereal glow mesmerizing to behold. With a sense of determination coursing through him, Hisha focused his thoughts, channeling his chakra into the flame with unwavering concentration. To his amazement, he felt the energy respond to his will, swirling and coalescing into a potent force that crackled with power. With a shout of triumph, he unleashed the flame upon a nearby painting, watching as it engulfed the canvas in a blaze of ghostly blue fire. As the flames consumed the painting, he felt a sense of exhilaration wash over him, knowing that he had unlocked yet another aspect of his latent potential.