its not funny gonk im getting beat by a pair of feet and nothing else ! lmao thats weird and sad at the same time !
Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:04 pm
▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ His body moved suddenly, in a way he hadn’t expected it to. In a moment, he was trapped in his own barrier unable to use any chakra. Completely and utterly useless. He stared wide eyed at the ground unable to move his body, his muscles refusing to follow his command and he was forced to kneel towards his defeater. This, this was humiliating. “I lost,” he muttered, barely above a whisper but just audible enough for Zephyr. Assuming that the jutsu would end with the fight, he reached into his pack and fished out a small bag containing ten thousand ryo. “There you go,” Lucius tossed the ten thousand ryo up in the air in a gentle arc towards Zepyr. Afterwards, Lucius bowed towards him “That was a very nice spar. You’re strong, very strong, I only wish that you continue to use it for the Grass.” With that, Lucius would turn and leave the training field.
Kekkai Houjin is a method in which 4 seals are used to seal a certain area, the most basic removes an opponents use of their chakra. Other add on's to this sealing method can be implemented but are much more complicated. The original barrier method is only A rank but if any their are any add on's it turns the rank to S. Rank: A and S Hiku (引くto pull) The seal is simple it literally pulls certain items to it. If one would put the fire symbol next to it, fire would be attracted towards it. Same with any other element or combination of elements. Rank: B
Techniques in place:
10% reduction on all techniques Technique Name: Ghost Shadow Technique Rank: B Description: By sealing a portion of their energy (which can be rested back to normal) into their shadow and allowing for the shadow to gather general energies from the nature around it, the Uzumaki can stock up to 40 energy in this shadow which can be used later in battle at any time by performing a simple handseal. This technique can be used at night or indoors and it overlaps other shadows; becoming as dark as possible as if to stand out. This -- however -- can make the user's movements more predictable, and this technique takes 1 post for only 1 chakra point, meaning it takes 40 whole posts TO STOCK up for later battle use.
All of them were essentially nonfactors at this point. Kukishi was injured to the point where another hit would most likely kill her. Gin only briefly delayed the inevitable onslaught that she could not really deal with; she could hide herself, conceal herself, and that would still be far better than trying to do battle with his superior form. The man on the wheelchair warranted only a brief smile from Christian, before he plucked his body from the structure and threw him onto the ground. He was weak, incredibly so. And vulnerable. Without that chair, he couldn't even move an inch. Christian stood over his body and asked, "Pity?" He crossed his arms, and laughed slightly. "I pity as well. This is such a sad state of affairs. Not even one high-ranked shinobi has come to intervene, and protect you morsels. It's as if they truly don't care whether you live or die. That -- is something that tugs on my heart strings." He stepped away, away from the pathetic little man.
He turned to look at Nana, as she let out the black ball into the sky. He grinned. "That's not the first time I've seen that technique. Once, in Kirigakure, the same was used. I was still Raikage back then. I was strong. I locked it in a barrier and let it loose into the sea. This time, I don't even need to complicate it so much." He glanced to the black orb, and then watched it disappear from the sky. It was as simple as that. He smirked. "Your bloodline focuses on high-powered attacks; costly ones, with a wait before they can be used again. My bloodline allows me to negate your abilities for equivalent cost. So, who ends up winning that exchange? I'd have to say -- me." He disappeared instantly; Two Steps From Hell. Two minutes ago from now, he was in front of Nana. Now, he was exceptionally close.
Thirty six spikes, like the ones that punctured Kukishi, rose from his arm. These ones were enhanced with a significant amount of chakra. He aimed them at Nana, and then, with only a moment's delay, released.
(Enhanced Sense: Sight)
-50 Daiten; Negated Chibaku Tensei -20 Daiten; A-Ranked Antissa, Powered to S +10 Daiten Regen
265/325 DT
Jai is Lisa
Rockgirl809
Narcissistic Nihilist
Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 11:50 pm
▪KukishiTerumi ▪
"No, I'm not lonely, don't you know I have a little voice in my head?"
|| Chuunin || Ninjutsu Specialist || Gobi Jinchuuriki || Kunoichi of Kusagakure || Themesong: Best Friend||
["He'll kill that girl."
"I know."
"But you're on the verge of bleeding out yourself."
"I'm not gonna let that Genin die... even if she is kind of useless. And he's distracted right now."
Kukishi shook and shuddered inside her steam form. She would not be able to physically move, which is why she remained within it. The large steam horse snorted loudly and lowered its head down, horns forward. Nana would be in danger of being hurt by it, but she would just have to be competent enough to move. Steam exploded behind the horse as it shot forward in a blur, speed just a tick below this man's. (Mighty Bash Techinque [Custom Jutsu, S Rank + rank up so SS rank. She's moving at Stat 13 speed while like this) Her visibility was reduced, as the steam-Gobi's head was towards the ground while its burning hooves threatened to smash and boil Christian. He would be forced to move away from Nana out of the path of the Gobi or suffer severe (SS ranked Taijutsu charge + the burns and all) injury. Nana would be 'just' outside the range of the hooves, which Kukishi carefully made sure of, but she would still need to move. ]
Status: Broken nose, fractured cheek bone, multiple stab wounds. In Stage 2 of the Bijuu, in an SS-ranked Steam Form. Improv mission, 3350 word count.
Chakra: 270 - 20 (Steam Form) = 250 - 30 (Mighty Bash)= 220/225 Current Stats: Chuunin - Speed: 6(+2/-2) / Strength: 7(+2/-2) Active Jutsu: Passive Traits: Nice-sized chakra bank (Clan and Class Effects) Somebody to talk to all day every day (Jinchuuriki Effect)
Gin kept her eyes set on the feet as she had one quick glance to where Oro was. He was on the floor but saw no pool of blood under him. 'Hm.. So he is alive..' Gin knew if Christian wanted to he can kill everyone here so why is he holding back from doing so ? Gin figured the feet could not do much being six feet deep her arms separated, tendrils coming out as she sent it to a tree. She swung out of her own technique as she jogged to Oro. Her tendrils wrapped around his upper pulling him up and putting him back in his chair. "He didn't kill you. Lucky man you are.." Gin said to Oro monotone-ish. Though she was talking to him, Gin wasn't looking at him. She was focused out the feet, Christian, and... A beast with more then one tail ? Gin found this interesting as she took mental note of this. If the girl was not around then she must be the beast she thought.
Gin weaved simple hand signs making three lightning clones to cover her back and two sides if the feet decided to ((disrespect her life)) attack her again. Gin turned to where the beast was charging at the man to try and stop him from hurting Nana. Gin sent an arm of tendrils to the mans neck. Though it wasn't as fast as the beast or Christian, he would have to dodge the beast and wherever he would instantaneously appear her tendrils will be waiting.
Might be editing since I'm not on my laptop typing this
She wasn't a good person. But she deserved a chance.
"Who?"
My mother. When I was a kid I always thought -- she was so perfect. How could she be anything but perfect? She was sweet, she smiled like the sun. My dad, I thought he was perfect too. But I quickly learned that -- that it was a delusion of mine. That neither of them were.
As a result, I was buried at sea just like you. I was lost between the dreams of a naive boy, and a man who wanted to be strong and rise to prominence. The death of my mom -- it hurt me greatly. But moreso, was the realization that she wasn't who I wanted her to be. Who am I, one boy raised by two monsters? Monsters that engaged in a game of life and death -- the only reason my mother didn't kill my father is because he secured his plan first! What sort of twisted abomination must I be?
"You're nothing at all by virtue of birth alone. You are... who you choose to be. Just as I am. When I discovered what had happened to me, I didn't have to make the choices I did. I could've kept going down the path of good -- the path of righteousness. I'm not bad because of my heritage, but because of my choices. You can escape the darkness as well, if you so desire."
It's too late. A darkness came upon me in my dreams. It manipulated my sensitivity to the spiritual world. It's taken my body for its own. I'm nothing more than a facet of some beast. I cannot aspire to be free.
"Yes, you can. You will always have a choice when it comes to you. Even in the face of death, there is a choice. You can fight. You can plead at the Gods for your life. You can never win if you don't try. You have your own identity inside of this form. He has not taken it from you. Not yet."
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Perhaps -- after years of destitute -- what I failed to remember was my mission. I am not here to cause chaos and disruption like the many others with excess of power. I will not allow another to abuse my body for that purpose. I am a good person. I will always be a good person. In life, in death, and the great beyond. I am Christian Uzumaki. I will always be known as such. And I will be remembered as a hero of both Kusa and Kumo, not a villain. I would rather damn myself to hell than let others suffer at my hand. I can't let this happen.
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His eyes closed, and then opened once more. The black cloak of energy reeled back. The black from his eyes all but disappeared. His "limbs" resumed but skin, meat and bone, no longer made of some strange material from beyond this world. He looked around, at the damage he'd caused. Or not him, but some other creature that took assumption of him. It did not have an identity. It assumed his own. He would simply call it "Makedon".
He stepped towards Kukishi; the one that was given the most grief by his abrupt... spell. He took a deep breath, and looked her in the eye. "My name is Christian Uzumaki. I'm not the person you met just now." It wasn't a perfect explanation. He didn't really know what had happened himself. "Can I heal you? I know more than just Fuuinjutsu and Mokuton. I'm a Senju. I know healing. I'm sorry. You might not understand what just happened, but there's no time to explain. You're in a serious condition."
Nana's eyes widened as he appeared in front of her. The ball... disappeared... she had put so much energy towards that and it had disappeared without a trace. She felt exhausted, and as he prepared for her death she did too. She was content in dying, and would accept it with open arms. I'm so happy, Nana's eyes began to water and a small smile appeared on her face. Her weak existence would be snuffed out, she would no longer be able to face what she had at home. They wouldn't miss her, simply be angry at her for eternity. As she closed her eyes, she caught glimpse of something. The view of the scary man disappeared and was replaced by a beautiful monster. It wasn't out of fear for the monster that she stumbled back, but out of admiration. She sank to her knees and started to sob, not able to help it. It was cruel for them to make her believe she was going to die and then save her. It was real life, not a fantasy book she read when she was little. Nana was happy and now that small merciful hand of god was gone and she was left alive. Back in the arms of her family, and whoever wished to hunt her down later. She had to train more now, to get stronger. She couldn't do it the way she was now, she would have to leave the village for a while. Her tears didn't let up.
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Speed: 3 150 - 50 - 20
Jutsu: Tsume Tennin A The user creates a field that extends to fifteen feet, within this field, all items within the field either become weighed down with tons of pressure or become light as a feather as the pressure lifts. The field allows for the user to move with an additional +2 speed (which can extend the cap if needed, though its only temporary) while inside and will also decrease the opponent's speed by 2 as well, his/her movements will seem to flicker like a frame is missing in their movements (even to special doujutsu/bloodlines). This field lasts for five posts before it ends.
A God's Example Those of the Rinnegan bloodline have such control of gravity that they can alter the weight of their bodies at will. This allows them to shift stats from either strength or speed into the other (up to a cap of 2) This can be done at any point in the battle and without any cost in chakra, however, it cannot be done quickly, requiring a 2 post break between uses of this passive. As these are base stat changes, they are unaffected by the stat cap each class receives. Chibaku Tensei 50 chakra (SS-rank) Arguably the most powerful Rinnegan technique to exist. The Chibaku Tensei is a technique where you will release a ball of gravity into the air, similar to a black hole. This ball of gravity will suck everything except you into it, surrounding the tiny object. This tiny force of gravity cannot be destroyed, and you may control what is or isn't pulled into it. It can pull an entire forest into its massive stature and even the land surrounding it. At its full size, it resembles a miniature moon, and if anyone has been sucked into it, they have almost definitely been crushed to death. It can be resisted by means of techniques. Using this technique prevents Shinra Tensei and Bansho Tennin from being used for 5 posts. It slowly sucks in all of the enemy's attacks for three posts, at which point the gravity effect will run dry and it will have completed its moon-like form. This can be resisted if you have manipulation abilities, but it's only a stall.
Midori finished his his scroll. as he laid it down. on the floor was a draw rough painting that was the terror that unfolded in front of him, the large chaos, that unraveled in front of Midori due to one man. this was art, the beauty of terror and chaos, the rebel, the hopeless,the fear, and the struggle for one's life, all portrayed right in front of him. and the quick calm of the man, put an end to the drawing, though he is sure more will happen still, he's ran out of space, even if he wanted to there's no more room on the scroll. so Midori quickly wrapped it back up and jumped back again. he had a rough sketch but that was not the finished product, his mind raced with ideas, he must finish this piece of art. though he stood their contemplating rather not to stay till the mans gone, his want to finish his art piece got the better of him so he quickly jumped away from the group to exit the training field. though he had all intention of returning he must quickly get his tools of trade first. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He was tossed aside like rubbish. Less than rubbish in fact. At least with trash one had the decency to throw it where it was not an eye sore. Oro received no such treatment. His body had fallen into the tall grass, where he was returned to the same level as the insects of which he seemed to share the same amount of competence. Upon impact he thought, no, knew that at least four of his bones had fractured. He had landed upon his right arm, after which he went into a rolling tumble. This was worse than merely falling out of his wheelchair, as this carried the added force from Christian's push. His ulna and radius were both in pain, as was his humerus. At least three of his ribs had received the same fate. As if that was not enough he had been winded by the fall. The air had been knocked from his lungs from his descent, and as he lay upon his back he struggled to regain oxygen. Not only was each attempt at an inhale pain ridden, but they were fruitless. Each time his lungs attempted to expand he was met with pain from his ribs as they were forced to adjust. The inevitable pain made breathing nigh upon impossible for the crippled male. Oxygen wasn't coming. Pain practically claimed the right half of his body. It was a situation that seemed to have one light at the end of the tunnel for the male, and that light was the cold void that was death. Death was not something that the youth had come to grips with yet. It was a concept that the detested and had no desire to experience. Yet now it seemed that death had found its way to his doorstep.
His vision was beginning to go black. He was becoming distinctly aware of the particulate that floated before his eyes. A calm overcame him as his body settled. Is this what death feels like? He thought to himself. As someone who had experienced pain that would numb the minds of most as a constant stimulus, the comfort that he felt in the calm of the abyss was euphoric. His vision was swiftly vanishing. It was like traveling through a tunnel, except the end seemed to be growing farther and farther away. Where am I going? He thought to himself. He knew of no afterlife, of no religion that guaranteed one. There was only the here and now for him. He became acutely aware of the weight of his body. It was growing heavier by the second, which only seemed to drag him deeper into the abyss. It was then that THAT voice spoke unto him once more. It began as a whisper as it chanted one word into his range of hearing:Live. Each time he heard the word he was set upon by pain in his chest. The louder the voice became, the more pain he felt in his chest. Finally he was mentally deafened by the voice as it shrieked its command with the authority of a god. The pain he experienced evoked a yell from the boy's mouth. What had started as a gasp transitioned into a ghastly roar as his lungs once more tasted the kiss of fresh oxygen. The world slowly plunged unto him as his lungs filled with air. When his vision had fully returned his eyes watered with a liquid that shared the color in his irises. He looked to be crying tears of blood.
It seemed that his behavior had attracted the attention of the girl that had been speaking to him before. With wires that were clearly inhuman she had hoisted him out of the grass and back into his wheel chair. She seemed to say something, but he could only see the movement upon her lips. His hearing had been muted by the ringing that seemed to persist in his ears. He reclined in the chair and simply breathed. Each breath now seemed less painful now, although he was far from freed of the sharp pains that came from the breaths that kept him alive. His hands returned to their rightful place upon his arm rests. He felt the warped material underhand as his palms glided over the areas where Christian had displayed his strength. The material was warped, ruined. Upon return to the village a replacement chair was a necessity. He wasn't thinking about chairs right now though. He was looking through watered eyes for the shrouded man. Little did he know that the man who had put him in this state had mutated into something and someone entirely different. The man carried the same density of aura, but none of the darkness. Where had the shrouded man gone? Why had he left Oro in this wretched state? These questions plagued the boy's mind as he sat in his chair, feeling even weaker than he had only minutes ago. Once more the feeling of despair had invaded the confines of his gut. The being that he had considered deity had left without a trace, leaving him with only a smile. Oro exhaled, weakly. Once more he had been reminded of truly how weak he was.
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Rockgirl809
Patriarch Shane
Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 7:11 pm
▪KukishiTerumi ▪
"No, I'm not lonely, don't you know I have a little voice in my head?"
|| Chuunin || Ninjutsu Specialist || Gobi Jinchuuriki || Kunoichi of Kusagakure || Themesong: Best Friend||
[The barreling figure stopped in its tracks, skidding roughly. It hovered over Christian, the steamy head peering down at the enigma while Kukishi watched through the eye holes. What the hell kind of game was this guy playing? This was certainly another tactic, and the smart thing to do was to smash him right here, right now, and make sure he was gone and dead. "Mmm...Kuki, don't do that." Kukishi recoiled in shock. Was the Five-Tails telling her to give restraint? What the hell? "You have nothing to worry about.... it's been six minutes."
And so it had. Was this what was to happen after six minutes? Would anything happen in six more minutes? What was this guy? But he was right, it had apparently been just about six minutes, And the man's appearance was changed drastically... he was different, that was clear. The steam horse's mouth opened up, and the pseudo-bijuu that was Kukishi, black chakra pulsing, eyes a white void, and figure that of her beast, jumped out of its maw. When she touched the ground, the steam dispersed, its form dissolving, and Kukishi sucked it inside of her body so that it wouldn't float about and harm anyone.
She didn't regress from her second stage. And, from the appearance of the second stage, it almost looked like she wasn't wounded. But under the cloak of dark chakra, she was very seriously injured. Kukishi didn't care. She stood with heavy resolve, tails flicking about, and stared at Christian. "And what's to stop you from killing me once you lay a hand on me to 'heal me'?" Her voice was a demonic distorted snarl, which honestly sounded nothing like her. But even all of these masks could do little to hide that Kukishi srsly u gun die gurl dayum.]
Status: Broken nose, fractured cheek bone, multiple stab wounds. In Stage 2 of the Bijuu 4268 word count.
Chakra: 220/225 Current Stats: Chuunin - Speed: 6(+2/-2) / Strength: 7(+2/-2) Active Jutsu: Passive Traits: Nice-sized chakra bank (Clan and Class Effects) Somebody to talk to all day every day (Jinchuuriki Effect)
He sighed. She was still on-guard after what happened. It couldn't be helped. Christian -- or someone like him -- did almost kill her. But there was no time for such things. He could feel her life fading. It wouldn't last long. The spark was running out. He looked her in the eyes, and raised his hands. He began to walk towards her, completely vulnerable to be slain at any moment. It was a show of trust. "If I were that man -- I could've killed you at any moment. Do you really think you guys can stand against something that powerful? Even I might not be able to. Don't be ridiculous. He was playing a game with you. There is no losing or winning a game like that. There's only playing, by his rules. And most likely, he never intended to kill any of you. Only have a gander. You should realize that. If he wanted you dead, the blades in you would've splintered and ripped you apart. Now shut up and let me heal you before I tie you down and make you let me." He was dead serious. Christian was not going to let an innocent be counted to his death toll.
Gin sent her lightning clone on her left flank to check on Oro. The lightning clone did just that as she saw dried blood down his cheeks. The clone held his cheeks firmly to get a good look at him. She looked into his eyes as she saw he had a grin. By his exterior features he would get a few noticeable bruises for a couple of days from the one hit he received. Other than that judging from his smile he would be fine. The clone got up and took its’ position back on the left side. It muttered a few things to the real Gin as she nodded.
Gin never stopped looking at Christian as she saw he completely changed into a new person. ‘He has two personalities ? But by the sound of his voice it’s frantic…’ Gin figured that if anything the bad Christian was more in control then the… normal... one. ‘Evil always wins.’ Gin thought. Her arm was still lifted as her tendrils loomed around him. Gin didn’t trust Christian because in the back of her mind she felt as if this was all a façade to do something else. Gin listened to what he said. He had a good point on how he could have killed the girl by now, but she was still on edge. Her tendrils hovered over him as she spoke, “Don’t worry… you can heal her if you want, but I’m just going to keep them near you…”‘Very close..’ Gin mumbled to herself as multiple tendrils were wrapping around at the base of his feet. Other tendrils behind him and on the side. Gin so badly wanted to wrap it around his neck and choke him to death, but she wanted to face the other man.. But… Not now. He would be the first one on her death list.
"No, I'm not lonely, don't you know I have a little voice in my head?"
|| Chuunin || Ninjutsu Specialist || Gobi Jinchuuriki || Kunoichi of Kusagakure || Themesong: Best Friend||
[Kukishi did not move an inch. She stood still, glaring at Christian, trying to figure out his methods, his ways. What was he getting at? She took a glance to the side, seeing that a fellow Kusanin was ready with those...tendril things in case something went awry but, to be honest, they wouldn't make a difference. If he wanted to kill her, he would. "Let'm heal you. Getting close to you generally isn't a good idea, just spit lava in his face if he gives you the wrong vibe. Or like, steamgrill him. Either way, your fate is kind of in his hands." Kukishi hated when that five-tailed dolphin-lookin' ******** was right. She submitted.
The chakra that made up her form slowly began to recede around her body, like stitching being yanked. It revealed her slumped and mutated form, which in turn was sculpted back into good ol' bipedal Kukishi, still on all fours once every stage of the Bijuu was gone. She tried to stand to preserve a twinge of pride but failed and fell to her knees. Her face was bleeding and contorted and the stab wounds hurt like a b***h. "Have at it."]
Chakra: 220/225 Current Stats: Chuunin - Speed: 4(+2/-2) / Strength: 4(+2/-2) Active Jutsu: Passive Traits: Nice-sized chakra bank (Clan and Class Effects) Somebody to talk to all day every day (Jinchuuriki Effect)
Patriarch Shane
Jai is Lisa
Narcissistic Nihilist
Blackscar_swiss
Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 9:42 pm
Death was death, crying was weak. Her tears absorbed themselves back into her eyes, and she finally sat back and stared up towards the sky. She was weak. She was weak. She was weak. She could only come back a new, only make it when she came back. For some odd reason, she wanted to show people how strong she could really get. For even more odd reasons, she felt warmer and herself getting drawn from the place. She would notice the three in front of her, and she had to do something before she left. This was an indiscriminate feeling that she couldn't ignore at all, so she stood up and stood in between the three. Somewhere in the middle, outside the range of the tendrils, beside the girl bleeding out, and in front of the man who tried to kill her. Huffing in a breath, she bowed. "Thank you!" She said to them all. Mostly to the bleeding out girl and Christian. "You made me realize how weak I was... Thank you so much!" She stood up, and faced them. "One day, Christian Uzumaki, you're going to die. And I want to make sure that it's by my hands, you hear? So don't go around all cocky like that and get yourself killed..." She looked towards the girl. "You... almost died for me. I am forever in you debt."
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Jutsu:
Mission:
To Defend for Life [finished] To Find a Reason [started]
"No, I'm not lonely, don't you know I have a little voice in my head?"
|| Chuunin || Ninjutsu Specialist || Gobi Jinchuuriki || Kunoichi of Kusagakure || Themesong: Best Friend||
[Kukishi suddenly let out a loud hack and a subsequent series of coughs. Blood splattered the grass beneath her, and she doubled over, her knuckles supporting her as she spat a mucus-laden wad of blood. She had never been this harmed before. Ever. Her entire life, she never truly had to worry about mortality, or even being hurt beyond a broken bone. She was always that demon girl in the mist, the one everyone was afraid of. She always hid behind Kokuo. But this was the first time where that didn't work. It was a humiliating blow to her pride but yet... it fueled something in her. Something that made her want to be more than a loner that thought she was hot s**t. Maybe it was time she finally be a Kunoichi to the grass.
Her head snapped to the side at Nana. That girl. The one that had been mostly useless, and initially freaked out. Yet her potential.... that was simply astounding. What was that that she was doing? "Some sort of... Gravity Release? I remember the Old Man doing stuff like that. When i was a kid. In fact... the eyes..." That was it. Kukishi spoke to Nana,
"Don't you run off so soon. I mean to speak with you. I-" Kukishi could speak no more. She collapsed, conscious but just barely.]
Chakra: 220/225 Current Stats: Chuunin - Speed: 4(+2/-2) / Strength: 4(+2/-2) Active Jutsu: Passive Traits: Nice-sized chakra bank (Clan and Class Effects) Somebody to talk to all day every day (Jinchuuriki Effect)
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