Training topic (private)

(trainign for shield of darkness, and sinister reflections.)

An’barak stood by a lake, looking momentarily at the pale blue waters, as rain poured down relentlessly from overhead. He stood under the cover of three tall trees, and even their thick leaves let some of the torrential rain fall through. No matter though, for An’barak hadn’t come here to enjoy the weather. No, he had a different purpose entirely, as he removed the large scroll from his satchel. He began unrolling the scroll to the point where he had left off. He had to admit, the sheer amount of Unthor clan techniques recordedr in crimson blood on this scroll was astounding. Gul’dans knowledge and power must have been incredible, and to think that he had encountered a demon still stronger… The possibilities for even someone at An’barak’s level were awe-inspiring. Wasting no more time day dreaming, his long fingers quickly found, and scrolled over the next jutsu formula. Inscribed in demonic runes, An’barak immediately translated it into “Shield of Darkness” a technique, that by manipulating one’s own shadow chakra, they could create a powerful barrier of oscillating energy, one that could reflect attacks and protect the user from jutsu. Having already memorized the handsign sequence, and the instruction on how to shape ones chakra, An’barak immeadiatley began practicing. Though he could form handsigns at exceptionally high speeds, he made sure he took slow, as he always did when attempting to learn a new technique. After about repeating the short sequence of a mere 4 handsigns he then decided to perform his new jutsu. In less than a half second, he formed the seals, this time weaving chakra through the motions, seeing if the technique really was as simple as it seemed. The scroll contained no further details beyond the hand signs and chakra molding, and he was curious to see if such a simple technique could be effective. Instantly, however, as soon as he thought the demonic words, and formed the hand seals, an elegant shield of shadow burst to life around him. An’barak was indeed a bit surprised… it was so thin appearing, and transparent… Could it really be an applicable technique? There was only one way to find out… He quickly performed another sequence handsigns, and created a demonic portal behind himself. Almost immeadiatley after the rift was formed, four hulking demons emerged, one at a time, standing still and awaiting their summoner’s orders. ‘Attack me’ An’baraks mental command came. The demons hesitated momentarily, but could tell that their master was deadly serious. So, the four behemoths let out a roar, and lifted their enormous sabers into the air, bringing their weapons crashing down on An’baraks barrier. He knew he was taking a bit of a gamble by doing this, however, if such a defense had been suitable for Gul’dan, surely it would work for him. The demons huge broadswords came crashing down, and then, crashed against the shield, bouncing off instantly, without An’baraks defense so much as wavering. A grin broke out on his face, he dismissed his demons, and released the technique. Yet another weapon to his arsenal.
An’barak’s fingers slowly trailed down the scroll, reading further into the depths of Gul’dans knowledge. He was becoming more and more surprised with every minute, these techniques were so refined, so advanced, and yet… So old. He was amazed that none of the vast knowledge accumulated here had never resurfaced… At least, never until now. Gul’dans powers had been exceptional, but An’barak swore that he would surpass that ancient old being, a shinobi who had sought to become a god. With his mind determined, he read over next technique in Gul’dans Archive; what was perhaps the most complicated genjutsu he had ever seen. The first time he read over the demonic runes, they seemed to make no sense, and so he carefully reread to make sure he hadn’t mistranslated… No, his reading had been right… The technique was known as ‘sinister reflections.’ It was described as a genjutsu of exceptionally powerful, and dangerous proportions, for in performing it the use took a gamble. It was unique, in the sense that it was one of the few unbreakable genjutsu techniques in the entire world. However, while it paralyzed the enemy, it also paralyzed the user. According to the scroll, the technique would trap the opponent in a genjutsu world, in which they would be forced to fight against themselves. And through this method, apparently, any jutsu they chose to use in that battle would cost them upon their return to the real world, and they would feel the same wounds they suffered upon reentry to the physical world. It was genius, but seemed utterly impossible. Then again, he had thought the same thing of many other techniques, and yet today he wielded many such impossible feats in combat. However, with a genjutsu of this nature, it would be very difficult to develop a method to determine whether on not it had taken proper effect. There was only one way to find out- he would have to find a subject to be caught in his genjutsu. He decided that in order to do that, he would have to head for a far more urbanized area, few came out here, and that was exactly what he had aimed for: he hadn’t expected the need to find a subject to perform a genjutsu on. It was then that, across the lake, he noticed a relatively old woman, carrying a pile of clothes. The rain had abided for a short time, and it appeared that she had come here to do her laundry. This was too perfect! Luck really did seem to be on An’barak s side today. He set a slow casual pace around the lake towards the old lady, careful not to cause any alarm. She probably was from amegakure, but the elderly went missing all the time. Plus, she would be dying for her village: helping one of the elite become stronger so he could protect many others. He walked over to her side, not letting any of his actions reveal what he was about to do. “How are you today ma’am” he said. “ooohh just fine, thank you youngster.” “That’s good to hear he said, as he looked down into her eyes, weaving the necessary chakras, and seeing what effect this jutsu would have. Almost immeadiatley afer locking eyes, he was in a different world, on which the old lady stood on one side, and another version of her stood on the other. The true old lady looked extremely confused calling out “what is this? What’s going here?” however, that was all she had time to say, as the version controlled by An’barak charged forward, and grabbed her double’s throat, holding the true old lady up in the air, leaving her gasping for breath. She struggled relentlessly, but finally went limp, and as this happened, An’barak quite suddenly found himself in the real world, staring down into the lifeless eyes of the old lady. At first he was confused: he had known the technique he had just used to be a genjutsu, so how had she died. Thinking about her old age, he realized that it was probably a heart attack or heart failure of some sort. He shrugged, and without much though kicked her body into the lake, where it sunk down under the surface of the dark water. He rubbed his his chin, laughing, amazed at how the scroll that this Unthor master had created with his last breath contained so many awe-inspiring secrets, and all of which were executed with such seeming ease. Truly, this was pherhaps the most formidable genjutsu technique An’barak had ever learned

Training for my other three jutsu's, 1 s-rank 2 b-rank, 1400 words.

An’barak stood in the glade of trees that he had been using as a cover from the vicious rain. He opened his bag, and removed the large, blood red scroll, that even now seemed to glow with the essence of chakra. He opened the scroll of Gul’dan, and brought his finger over the runes, finding the spot where he had left off. He had two more days until the akatsuki were supposed to gather, and he planned to make very good use of that time. A drop of rain fell through the dense foliage overhead, and landed on the scroll, upon which it immediately fizzled, and dissolved, as if the scroll had instantly boiled it. The scrolls protective spells were indeed impressive: It was fireproof, waterproof, and if one tried to tear it it would fire a nasty burst of shadow chakra into them. He still couldn’t help but wonder how Gul’dan had managed to do all to inscribe all this knowledge- with his own chakra-infused blood no less, and protect the skull with such proficiency, all in his dying breaths… But whatever the case may be, it mattered not anymore. All that mattered was that Gul’dans knowledge was now An’baraks, and with it An’barak was capable of becoming infinitely more powerful. He read over the next set of blood runes, which translated to ‘black coffin’ A technique capable of formidable offensive force. The description was blunt, but very unspecific: ‘use this technique on a single enemy, and they will be no more… all that will remain is blood.’ Was all that the scroll said about the jutsu’s effects. An’barak realized that he mayu need another test subject for this one. He looked over the sequence of handsigns, and realized that this jutsu would have a formidable toll on his chakra, nearly 20%... which meant its power must be unbelievable. He stood up, and decided that he would have to find a missing-nin of some sort should he truly want to get an accurate definition how effective this jutsu would be in combat. He pocketed the scroll and stood up, then leaped to the tree above, pulling his dark black cowl over his head as he did so. Focusing his chakra to his feet, he made sure he wouldn’t slip on the wet branches, as he shot towards amegakure, hoping to find a shinobi underling of some sort. After traveling a short ways, only about a mile, he came to a large open area, and he landed on the soft ground. His sandals almost sank into the squishy ground, which bubbled up with water under his weight. The ground was incredibly soggy, due to how much it rained in amegakure. However, as he was about to begin moving across the wide field, he was forced to spring into motion, as an array of shuriken stuck into the ground where he had been less than a second ago. He channeled his chakra, and removed a scroll on his backpack, which contained his recently crafted armor- the rainment of the malefic. He had yearned for a chance to use it in combat, and it appeared that an opportunity had just presented itself. Quickly pressing the seal, a poof of black smoke erupted around his crouching figure, and he stood up, revealing his full demonic regalia, and facing his opponent- or rather opponents. Four missing-nin stood before him, all of them previously from Kumogakure as indicated by the tell-tale headbands which they were. The four of them, who had just launched an attack, looked much less certain about this attack. An’barak was unsurprised. Clothing such as this doubtlessly would intimidate the majority of opponents. “You four must have come looking to claim the bounty on my head. Courageous. Horribly ill-advised but courageous.” He called over. One of them immediately roared back “shut the fuck up.” And began weaving handsigns. Two of them built upon their comrades bravery, going to both sides of An’barak drawing large swords before charging. The final member of the attack squad, withdrew more shuriken from a scroll he was holding, hurling them at the akatsuki member. An’barak didn’t need to move. These shinobi obviously lacked talent, and couldn’t be more than a c-b-rank. Seriously, if someone was going to kill him, they really ought to put in a little more effort. The shuriken clattered harmlessly off his enchanted robe, as he poured a minor amount of chakra into it. The two shinobi at his sides, were at this point already at An’baraks side, swinging their weapons with a very poor amount of dexterity. Oh well. Such a challenge-lacking fight did give An’barak an opportunity to experiment. He had been concocting a jutsu of his own design for a few days now, and here was a first hand opportunity to use it in an actual battle. As the tow men’s swords neared ever closer, An’barak formed a seal, and suddenly burst into flames. And not normal fire either, he was surrounded, and shrouded, in bright green flames, demonic fire that licked and burned away at the men who jumped back, or at least tried to, the one on the right was caught in the flames, his clothing set alight, in fire that he could not hope to quench. He rolled, and furiously tried to stamp them out, as his flesh began to curl under the heat. An’barak looked on amusedly, watching the man die. He then turned to the other one, flames still shrouding his entire body, as the bright fires of his horned demonic mask flared on. He didn’t even need to use a genjutsu for the man to drop his weapon in horror, and turn tail running in fear. “Please, as if I’d let you get away.” An’barak said, raising his hand, and firing a single bolt of shadow from his palm after his horrified foe. The bolt collided with the mans back, creating a swirl of violent energy as the shadow chakra drained the life right out of him, leaving a husk of a body, the look of terror still preserved on his fallen opponents face. As he turned to face his opponents, the one who had been casting his ninjutsu appeared to have finally finished, as he finished a final hand seal, and yelled “Lightning Style, Lightning Dragon Jutsu.” An enormous dragon of lightning formed behind the man, and shot towards An’barak. Interesting. He honestly hadn’t expected this level of jutsu, but even an A-ranked technique like this couldn’t touch him. The lightning exploded around him, blasting the area, but leaving An’barak unfazed as his powerful chaos armor absorbed the damage. Now then, while the smoke rose up around him, the question was how should he toy with these foes. He heard the jutsu casters laugh of relief “Haha, that got him, he couldn’t even get out of the way in time!” The weapon thrower didn’t have time to react however, as during his partners cockiness, 10 blacks bolts of energy, shuriken surrounded by shadows, came down upon him, and began slicing him. He tried to let out a scream, as one of the black shuriken sliced his throat, silencing him forever. All that he let out was a gurgle, which his partner registered, and looked down in shock at his dying comrade, and then looked back up at An’barak “N—no…. Theres no way! THAT’S NOT POSSIBLE!” “Really?” An’baraks voice rang with a cruel sophistication, with a hint of enjoyed malice beneath it. “You’re not human” his voice thick with fear. “YOU’RE A DEMON!” “Exactly right.” An’barak replied, as a box of black energy appeared around the last missing-nin, and then nothing more was heard from the man. Just as the box had appeared, it disappeared, and that which once resembled a man splattered over the tree and soggy ground beneath him. Indeed, there wasn’t enough of him left to even be indentifiable. An’barak raised his eyebrows, as mutilated entrails fell over the ground. His opponent had been reduced to a pile of flesh. His armor disappeared and he looked down at his hand, and then, a dark laugh emitted from deep with him. What power! Incredible! Surely, he should never have even thought to doubt the scroll of Gul’dan. He was beginning to fully grasp why Gul’dan had thought himself a god, and realized how much more he still had yet to learn.