Yumaro stands in the heart of the bloody mist forest, his breath steady, his gaze piercing through the dense red fog that cloaks the twisted trees and damp earth. His skin shimmers with a faint layer of sweat as he centers his focus, channeling his energy into the core of his shikotsumyaku, the dead bone pulse. The mist presses around him, thick and chilling, seeming to hold its breath as it awaits the destructive dance about to unfold.
With a sharp inhale, Yumaro’s arms begin to shift, bones sliding under his skin as they extend and reshape, forming barrels of pure, hardened bone along his back. These structures twist and curve, growing into channels as thick as his wrists and as long as his arms, their surfaces ridged and reinforced to withstand the coming onslaught. The mist hangs low, swirling around him like a living thing, almost drawn to his dark energy, crackling with the raw potential of nintaijutsu.
As he gathers his chakra, his Water Release merges into the bone barrels, filling them with a heavy, surging pressure. He feels the liquid weight building, the raw elemental energy coiling like a taut spring ready to snap. The bones pulse with a faint, eerie blue glow, matching the intensity in Yumaro's eyes. With a deep exhale, he thrusts his arms forward, and twin torrents of water explode from the bone barrels, crashing forth with deadly precision.
The high-pressure water jets slam into a cluster of massive, jagged boulders ahead. The impact is nothing short of catastrophic—the stone shudders as cracks spiderweb across its surface, splintering under the brutal force. Water fragments into droplets upon impact, creating a thin, deadly mist that sprays in all directions, slicing through foliage and leaving slashes on nearby trees. The forest itself seems to recoil, the bloody mist curling away from the violent display of power, as though it senses Yumaro’s wrath.
He adjusts his stance, shifting his weight and angling his arms, directing the water flow with calculated control. His intention is clear: precision, power, and adaptability. The jets twist and carve through the air like serpents, smashing through boulders, sending chunks of stone flying, reducing what once stood firm to crumbled ruins. The training is intense, an assault on both his stamina and his resolve, each blast honing his ability to balance destructive force with razor-sharp control.
Yumaro pauses, feeling the weight of his training as the mists swirl back in, cloaking the shattered remains around him. The bloody mist forest stands silent again, as though paying tribute to his power. But within that silence lies a lingering resonance—a reminder of the destruction he can unleash and the precise control he now wields over his Kekkei Genkai and elemental affinity.
Location: Kirigakure Training Ground
Posting Order: Yumaro→ ???
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days
Skip Points: lll
With a sharp inhale, Yumaro’s arms begin to shift, bones sliding under his skin as they extend and reshape, forming barrels of pure, hardened bone along his back. These structures twist and curve, growing into channels as thick as his wrists and as long as his arms, their surfaces ridged and reinforced to withstand the coming onslaught. The mist hangs low, swirling around him like a living thing, almost drawn to his dark energy, crackling with the raw potential of nintaijutsu.
As he gathers his chakra, his Water Release merges into the bone barrels, filling them with a heavy, surging pressure. He feels the liquid weight building, the raw elemental energy coiling like a taut spring ready to snap. The bones pulse with a faint, eerie blue glow, matching the intensity in Yumaro's eyes. With a deep exhale, he thrusts his arms forward, and twin torrents of water explode from the bone barrels, crashing forth with deadly precision.
The high-pressure water jets slam into a cluster of massive, jagged boulders ahead. The impact is nothing short of catastrophic—the stone shudders as cracks spiderweb across its surface, splintering under the brutal force. Water fragments into droplets upon impact, creating a thin, deadly mist that sprays in all directions, slicing through foliage and leaving slashes on nearby trees. The forest itself seems to recoil, the bloody mist curling away from the violent display of power, as though it senses Yumaro’s wrath.
He adjusts his stance, shifting his weight and angling his arms, directing the water flow with calculated control. His intention is clear: precision, power, and adaptability. The jets twist and carve through the air like serpents, smashing through boulders, sending chunks of stone flying, reducing what once stood firm to crumbled ruins. The training is intense, an assault on both his stamina and his resolve, each blast honing his ability to balance destructive force with razor-sharp control.
Yumaro pauses, feeling the weight of his training as the mists swirl back in, cloaking the shattered remains around him. The bloody mist forest stands silent again, as though paying tribute to his power. But within that silence lies a lingering resonance—a reminder of the destruction he can unleash and the precise control he now wields over his Kekkei Genkai and elemental affinity.
Location: Kirigakure Training Ground
Posting Order: Yumaro→ ???
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days
Skip Points: lll