Blink [Training]

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It had been many years since Uriko Nagase had visited Ta no Kuni. In fact, the only reason she returned now was that it was a safer haven for her than many other countries in the shinobi world. Though a criminal shinobi of the highest order, even she did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Not that she was overly concerned if she did, of course. The villagers abided the local presence of the Shantakai, though many were none too happy about it. The organization, for their part, kept out of inhabited areas whenever possible. It was an uneasy agreement that kept the woman safe within the borders. The group she belonged to had undergone a recent reconstruction and no longer could they flaunt themselves publicly. In keeping with this, Uriko had travelled to the outskirts of the country. She had, however, stopped at numerous locations 'en route'. The purpose of the excursion being an intensive training session, the kunoichi wanted to bring her abilities up to standard as the new Shantakai began to mobilize. In the dense forests surrounding Otogakure, she had pushed her body further than ever before in an effort to reach new levels of speed. Her training methods were crude, rudimentary at best and without a partner or guide, the woman had to make do with what she had at her disposal. Yet her previous efforts had been successful, after a fashion, so there was no reason to expect otherwise this time around. Except... Uriko was aiming much higher now. In the forest she'd glimpsed the possiblities of what her body could attain and was now possessed with the idea.

The trees were thinning now, as the kunoichi made a beeline for the undulating hills in the distance. Her hand was still bleeding from a cut she'd picked up whilst throwing her body about in the wood. The pain was as nothing to her, but it wouldn't have done to leave it unattended. Besides, a few moments to catch her breath and put her mind to how she could take the test of speed even further. Coming to an abrupt halt, the woman was quick to unlatch the second of her item pouches and remove a fabric bandage and a small plastic container. She worked automatically, taking a clear, dense salve from the pot and smearing the wound, before strapping the bandage around her hand. It was a bizarre act to observe - hand anyone been nearby and able to do so - as the kunoichi managed this with just one hand. Though the loosely hanging robe covered most of her physical form, it was clear that either her left arm was crippled, or she had lost some, if not all of it. Her expression revealed that despite this difficulty, her mind was not on the task at hand. It was not until she rose to her feet and started to remove exploding tags from the first pouch that it became evident she had been planning her next task. The notes were placed on different trees, some at standing level, others on slightly higher branches. Six, in total, were plastered about the immediate area. Taking a step back, she leaned against a wide trunk on which the first tag had been stuck. Uriko surveyed her work, her mouth moving as her gaze flitted about the scene, muttering under her breath. A few minutes passed until, without any warning, the woman lifted her hand and formed a seal. "Kassei." She murmured.

The tag behind her sparked into life, the flame burning fast. It would explode in a matter of milliseconds. Elsewhere, the other tags all ignited, one after the other. With the light from the flames illuminating the trees they had been placed upon, small markings underneath each were momentarily visible. They were numbers, tallied scores etched into the bark in incremental pattern. Only now did the woman spring into action, almost exactly as the tag directly behind her combusted and set off a large explosion. Her body moved so fast it disappeared from sight entirely, appearing only for a moment beside the next number in the sequence. Her hand moved in a blur, but as the second note burst into a fiery roar, a scored line appeared through the number. Uriko had already disappeared. The third tag in the pattern was on a higher branch and much more difficult to reach in time. The kunoichi arrived with kunai draw and in mid-swing, but as the blade made contact with the bark the tag detonated. Perched upon the branch, there was little the woman could do and resigned herself to suffering the oncoming pain. The branch was torn apart beneath her feet and the explosion ripped the wood from the main trunk, sending shrapnel flying outward. Uriko was already many feet away, currently losing altitude after having been blasted backward by the explosion. The fact that she missed the shrapnel was hardly any comfort. As three more tags lit up the sparse forest outskirts the female figure was lost in the blaze for a few seconds. From the cloud of smoke now gathering she tumbled, hitting the soft floor and rolling for a good twenty metres before coming to a halt. Faint trails of smoke rose from her singed cloak as she lay silent on the ground.

Uriko's eyes were wide open, and her expression furious. But she would survive - she'd been subjected to far, far worse. A few cuts and bruises, perhaps a dislocated shoulder... her dangerously angry mood lightened at this thought. She snorted derisively. "Shoulder. Huh." With only one arm, the odds of this happening were somewhat reduced. As she got to her feet, the woman realised the wounds were even less debilitating than she had expected. Movement was not hindered, the stinging pain of the few cuts she'd recieved was not enough to even tickle someone like her. As she surveyed the scene, a resounding crack, followed by two or three others, echoed through the area. A handful of trees creaked as they slowly descended, collapsing upon one another as the final act of the destructive training method ended. "Overall, I'd say that was successful." Uriko reasoned, inaudibly mumbling to herself. To an extent, she was right. The kunoichi had reached the speeds she'd intended, but had yet to master the control over them. Timing was what had gone wrong with the stunt. Looking at the devastation she'd caused however, the woman thought twice about trying the same approach. Using a clone technique might help, but they all had the same physical abilities as she did, so there would be no challenge. Gazing across at the debris, her eyes narrowed with concentration for a moment. As she walked closer to the messy scene, the idea became more and more obvious in her mind. She wondered why it had taken her so long to arrive at.

Breaking up the fallen tress into smaller pieces, Uriko drew lengths of wire from her pouch and fastened the sizeable logs to her torso, back and thighs. For a trained shinobi such as herself, movement even with the added weight would not be too difficult. But it would slow her down just a little. Enough that her clones would have an advantage. Not only would she need to improve her control to catch them, but their pace would give her something to aspire to. Her right hand forming the seal even as she brought her arm up, she muttered under her breath as the technique began. "Dokusei Bunshin no Jutsu." Beneath the robes, her left shoulder bulged and grew. The fabric went with it, eventually splitting off as the identical form took hold. The clone's skin was an even whiter pallour than Uriko's, and the veins running beneath were visible as thin purple lines. Though it looked sickly, it was in no poorer shape than its creator. As if to prove the point, the clone refocused its attention on the horizon and sprang forward. It disappeared almost instantly, appeared a good fifty metres away and immediately repeating the trick. The real Uriko quickly followed suit, but could only reach ten or so metres behind where her clone had landed. After three attempts, anger set in. Clenching a fist, she kicked off with her legs, sending soft earth flying behind her as she disappeared. Sixty or so metres in the distance, she arrived. Hitting the ground she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground. "Shit!" She screamed, venting her frustration.

It took at least two minutes for the woman to calm down. She knew that, beneath the emotional instability, it was a matter of drawing out the physical state without losing her senses in the moment. The clone had returned to her and stood watching as its creator stood back up. Her gaze piercing the horizon, Uriko took a deep breath and blinked. In that instant, her body roared forward so fast no eye could follow. Her eyes flitted open half a second later. A good eighty metres behind her, the clone's skin ruptured, gas seeped out and the form collapsed. A smile crept across Uriko's face, and she set about unstrapping the makeshift weights. It was true - the training methods that she used were rough and crude. But it was a part of the life the kunoichi had been accustomed to for most of her life now. No tricks, no games - a wicked, keen mind applied to pure, tough graft. Once the weights had all been removed, she rolled her neck and tensed her thighs. The grass underfoot bent in the breeze that was growing around the woman, before she disappeared into thin air. A single stalk was left hanging in the air where she had been, slowly drifting down toward the damp ground. Uriko was nowhere to be seen.

Quote :: Name: Dokusei Bunshin no Jutsu [Virulent Clone Technique]
Rank: B.
Type: Eijutsu.
Range: Close (0m – 5m).
Element: None.
Description: This potent clone technique that can only be used by one who has mastered the Yamaisanpo no Jutsu. Forming a double seal, the user concentrates chakra and can rapidly grow up to two clones from their body. These clones have a sickly look about them, as they are built from any one of the viruses the user has embodied. They are able to take a few strong hits before dispersing and are only capable of performing techniques of rank C and below. Their chakra is not divided like the Kage Bunshin, either. Instead, they each receive just 15% of the user's chakra, and anything that is not used when they expire returns to the user. What makes these dangerous though is that they can transmit the virus they are carrying, either by physical contact or by inhalation of the gas they disperse when destroyed. The latter of these is limited to a 5m area.
Chakra Cost: 16.

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