Training Area 18 (Closed)

Paks walked through the dusty back alleys of Suna, making her way towards a secluded training area near the outskirts of Sunagakure. Again she had free time that day, with nothing planned and no one to go see. Her anger was simmering deep inside, and she was beginning to think that the first time she saw this Wazima-sensei she would attack him outright for being a jerk. She did not have the opportunity to waste her time, missions were soon approaching and she would need to be up to par if she had any hopes of achieving anything.

Which really meant that Paks had only one choice. She couldn’t train technique, as she had no one to help her, and it was worse to practice something like that over and over again in case you were doing it wrong and then became so accustomed to the movements that it became a bad habit. Retraining such habits was harder than leaving that part of her training alone, and so Paks decided to focus mainly on jutsu.

She had access to the library within the Kuchinawa Compound, which boasted many, many scrolls. Most of them were filled with Clan information, but there were many that touted knowledge of other jutsu amongst further material. Reading scrolls could be helpful, but overall Paks found it easier to simply hit two birds with one stone. While practicing her stealth tactics, she would spy on the other shinobi of Sunagakure and watch them perform jutsu. Seeing things in action was much more telling than simply reading about something, although she had to do a bit of guess work to figure out the actual mechanics of how the jutsu worked. Sometimes she was lucky enough to find the same or a similar jutsu in one of the scrolls, and thereby be able to cross reference the two. But mostly she had to use common sense and the laws of jutsu, and configure a likely procedure. She had yet to blow anything up in her experiments, so Paks was rather proud of her skill at dissembling thus far.

After spending some time researching she had finally come up with a plausible concept for a ninjutsu she wanted to learn, and since there was no better time than the present she decided to test it out and see what she could accomplish.

Paks had painstakingly reproduced the exact compounds she needed for the jutsu to replicate the effect she had seen in her observations. It had taken a lot of guess work, but Paks was nothing if not skilled in the knowledge of plants and other paraphernalia’s chemical makeup and uses. Finally, she had been able to recreate the powder and apply it to an explosive note in the correct ratio. Now it was time to see if she could figure out the correct chakra amount relative to the effect she wanted.

When she was finally far enough away from any other living beings that she deemed it save to begin practicing, Paks carefully retrieved the special exploding note that had been treated with the amalgam. Closing her eyes, she let her intuition and instincts take over, chakra surging up through her arms and into the exploding note. When the feeling was right, and her body hummed with a sense of nownownow, she quickly threw the exploding note out, a senbon following a second later to pin the paper to a nearby tree.

Her fingers curling into the appropriate hand seal, Paks detonated the exploding note. She was far enough away from the explosion that she could watch the effects fully without being caught up in them. And thus Paks noted the exact circumference of the blast, and the thick orange color of the airborn powder. She quickly calculated the area the powder would cover, and patiently began to count so that she would know the precise duration of this jutsu. There was no use being sloppy after all, and if Paks was going to learn jutsu then she would learn them correctly and in such a manner that she knew ever facet of them. She did not intend to learn something simply so that it could be used against her in the future.

With that in mind, Paks had one last thing to test out. Stepping forward and into the apricot fog, she slowly took a deep breath purposefully inhaling the powder. Almost immediately she noted the effects to her body, the way her motions seemed to blur and the way her sight seemed to phase in and out. Once she was sure that the full effect of the poisonous powder had been produced, she carefully brought her hands together to form some familiar seals. After quickly performing Doku Men’eki on herself, Paks felt her blood surge through her veins expunging the powders effects. She would not allow her own techniques to effect her, and if that meant purposefully providing her body with the antidotes to each and every poison in her arsenal, then she would do so.

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Spoiler:

Name: Namami Bunshin no Jutsu - Flesh and Blood Clone
Rank: C
Type: Clan Ninjutsu
Element: -
Description: Namami Bunshin no jutsu is a technique utilized by Kuchinawa Clan members. Taking blood from the user, as well as part of their flesh, or bodily makeup, the user can create a Bunshin clone. This clone functions like a normal Bunshin except that it is made out of blood and soma. When it is attacked, the malleability of the congealed blood and flesh allows the blow to sink into the clone, which can then wrap itself around a limb. When the clone is seriously injured, it will revert back into its natural blood state, causing a spray of blood that has a radius of five meters.



Paks sighed irritably, running her fingers through her long hair, being careful not to dislodge the senbon hidden there. She shifted, an antsy feeling in her limbs refusing to leave no matter how much she tried to force it. Again, no Sensei. As they days slowly slipped by, she was getting somewhat worried. It couldn’t be a good sign after all. Then again, her worry was easily tempered by annoyance and so Paks decided to ignore her current predicament for the time being.

Stalking out towards the training ground, she decided to work on another jutsu. She knew this one would be useful, because she had found it in one of the Clan scrolls. And besides, the tactical uses of such a jutsu could be insurmountable if she thought about it enough. That particular thought cheered the rather sullen Genin up a bit, and she strode with a new purpose towards the middle of the field.

She closed her eyes and visualized the stark black words that had explained the jutsu in question, quietly drawing in her focus inward until she could honestly say she was totally focused. Her earlier emotions were pushed off to the side as not important in the face of her current task, and Paks slowly brought her hands up to form the proper seals.

Once her chakra was concentrated, she grabbed a kunai with one hand and quickly cutting a shallow gash along her palm. Closing her hand into a fist she held it out in front of her as crimson blood flowed and dripped out from under her clenched fingers. The jutsu itself required blood, as well as a piece of the users body, some part of their DNA that the blood and chakra could resonate with and use as a base for the clone. With a swift gesture, Paks lifted the kunai and severed a strand of her free flowing hair, watching as the purple filament floated lightly downward to rest on the pooling blood.

And then her chakra was released, using the blood and hair as a focal point, a fleshy golem grew from the soma. A clone of Paks stood there in front of her, staring blankly back at the girl. Paks retracted her hand, wrapping a bandage tightly around the gash in her palm before calmly observing the clone she had brought to life.

She had made normal Bunshin before, but they were never tangible as this was supposed to be. To test it, Paks reached out intending to lightly push the clone, but she found her eyes widening in surprise as it took the initiative and nimbly dodged backwards before Paks’ hand could connect. Well… That was certainly interesting.

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