Endless Regime

Sameonna had been sitting on a canyon not too far astray from the pinnacle of the Amegakure forests - constantly pitting herself against the very foundation of nature. In disbelief, the clouds opened up above her and in their wake - sunshine thrivelously was shown to penetrate the very fogs she was so familiar with. She looked up toward the sky and smiled. It was finally time for her to train her special abilities regarding water related Ninjutsu techniques.

She would consistently attempt to tap into her body's spiritual forces, channeling water chakra to the right side of her body, and wind chakra to the left side in order to create a perfect balance. Even with her devastatingly precise chakra control skills, such a task proved difficult for Sameonna. Still, she continued to constantly try and do it. Assuming a combat stance, she still remained completely still. Water from below her person began to swirl around her right foot, spinning in an unrelenting motion. Winds began to pick up from the bottom of her left foot and follow their counterparts in an endless stream of coherent bonds.

Without hesitation however, such deviated focus was lost; as she dropped to her knees once more. Training chakra-based fighting styles was always a lot more difficult than simply training a jutsu or technique. It required absolutely precise chakra control, and excellent predatory mandation. Perfect harmony was a much needed necessity to perform such feats - the thoughts of her previous war against outlying countries began to flood the flask of her memory and provide a most bothersome disturbance to her technique and its training procedure.

The past had grevious affects on the present, surely allowing for her to utilize such things to her benefit. She pushed and pulled the water around her after standing back up, bringing it closer to her body. The mass of thoughts could be sensed by Sameonna - even the cooling breeze and touch of the ocean could be felt once more. It seems now that she will need to improve her timing. Maybe improving her technique of how to effectively take out the remaining structures that lay within the field before her.

It seemed like an inquisitive, almost impossible question - but seeing as there was only one or two sources of life in the water, she hadn't seen the need to channel more chakra to the right side of her body, merely channel more wind chakra to the left side instead to balance it out. The raging whirlwind mixed with the water and allowed for it to swirl around the winding torrents with ease. To Sameonna's surprise - her technique was actually coming together quite nicely. Even she hadn't anticipated that it would take any less time for her to accomplish such a task.

In an attempt to atleast do some more damage, she channeled a portion of her wind chakra to create a more violent atmosphere, the raging torrent of water immediately switching currents, as another jutsu is activated, turning the emassed walls of water into violent sharks which would smash into each other with an exceedingly powerful impact - providing massive stationary destruction, and a powerful underwater crushing shockwave due to mixed velocities. This may seem like she has gotten herself distracted nonetheless, but she believed to be on the right track.

Noticing her errors and improving herself was the only way to perfect this water-based wind fighting style. Although the jutsu had been recognized as Rain Water Shark Wave - it had now been enhanced and its power was upgraded to a more heightened state - moreso turning into a Great White Rain Water Shark Wave. The droplets poured onto the ground from above - the initial attack pressed onward at higher speeds tearing the trees and bushes apart which lay before her no longer.

Without warning however, her stance dropped and she fell to the ground once again. "Why can't I fucking get this right!? I've done everything correctly thus far." She was highly disgruntled and angered at her failures. Sameonna had rarely failed at anything her entire life. From the time she was in the academy throughout her graduation having to prove she was fit to become a ninja of Amegakure - thus killing six pre-graduated Genin ninja as well as ninety four other academy students in the process. Bloodshed was in her nature. And suiton mastery was in her blood. After learning how to effectively utilize the wind element she couldn't have been more pleased.

Instead of remaining silent and doing things the right way, she did things on a more relevant and mandated process based on her own code of honor. She learned and mastered the elemental affinity of fire as well. Although fire had no place in the world of water she lived in - she thought it could be useful when coming up against a user who could potentially use fire to defeat her in combat. Through training and mastery over its affinity, she elevated her capabilities by learning how to manipulate it on a spiritual scale, not having to have a jutsu in order to perform a technique which mandated its usage over lightning. Regardless, she had to stay focused on the task at hand.

Suddenly it clicked within her mind as to what she had to do to master this fighting style. With the clap of her hands and a mental instability focused and revised, she stood from her knelt position and began channeling chakras to both sides of her body once more. Channeling a fifteenth percent water chakra to her right side and a fourteenth percent wind chakra into her left side, she would press the chakra toward her core and revitalize its pressure by exerting it through her hands. Considering the water affinity has more of a direct control over the elemental status of jutsu, channeling just a smaller portion of wind would allow the water to flow properly. Activating the Rain Water Shark Wave once more would determine whether or not she had mastered the idealistic form of true flowing combat and combination techniques.

Thrusting forth, the technique would turn into its former Great White Water Shark Wave, and it would be performed perfectly.

Sameonna Hoshigaki. The famed goddess of Water now travels to the Land of the Sea. She looked at it with weary eyes from afar - a mountain that stretched among the beautiful ocean before her, allowing her to have a clear vision of the four islands which composed its elegance. Using her Suiton Mastery at its level four potential, she jumped from the cliffside she once stood on, pulling the waters from below to wrap around the bottom part of her body in a swirling vortex. It seemed like she was truly riding a tornado made of water. The spiraling figure charged forward toward the village.

Minutes later, she came rushing over the horizon of the village. Upon her sighting, an alarm could be heard thundering over the Mother Island. Sameonna would watch as about thirty well-abled ninja flooded onto the beach of the giant island. Their weapons ready, they took defensive stances along the coast, many unafraid of what may happen should Sameonna launch a sudden attack. This was something that she could utilize as a benefit once she claimed the village. Ninja who fight for their country and their leader. Ninja who are not afraid of death or the cold hands that present themselves to their souls. She came down from the vortex of water, crashing onto the beach directly in front of the ninja - many of them being smashed by the waves and pushed aside back into the forests from which they came.

Ten ninja on each side rushed to Sameonna with all of their might, swinging and flailing their weapons wildly. She could plainly see that they weren't too trained when it came to weapons - though this was something she could work on once she became the powerhouse she needed to be. She activated a quadrouple formation of her renowned Utsusemi Technique, five of the water ninja now present, back to back - aside from Sameonna's real figure presenting itself above the stacked solid clones, one hand to the left and the other to the right - her eyes facing the ocean. She closed the amber beauties, shut her palms and those of her clones and waited until the perfect moment to unleash her attack. Just as the sand beneath the mass of ninja shifted in front of the pyramid of kunoichi, she opened her eyes, her palms following them in their wake. Letting out a bellowing scream, air traveled through her air tubes with supersonic capability.

Firing from her hands, airwaves shot from a paradigm of areas. With little to no enclosure or opening from the center, each side was concurrently obliterated by a series of destructive airwave torrents. Plantlife on the beach was reduced to nothingness, craters in the sand were created, water from the sea flooding into the crevices. When the brightness created by the technique had settled, the dust created by it was all that seemed to remain from the massive attack. Ninja? Where? There was no longer any type of opposition before her, aside from the possibility that a powerful entity had been waiting for her. A battle which she had promptly prepared for if that was the case. Surely he or she would certainly not pose any type of rational threat. She just defeated over thirty defenders of the island in the time it would take to open and shut a door. A feat not many could rival. She ran through the forests before her, sprinting toward the chambers of the leader of this soon to be forsaken village.

Upon arriving at the gateway to the towering building, she jumped over the gates in front of her, landing atop it with a perfectly mandated handstand. The gates being pointed, she used her abnormal skill in balance to perform a single-fingered handstand, which would accordingly send her body over the wall in a spinning motion. She landed with a slight thump, rolling to transfer the kinetic energy out of her body so she doesn't damage the muscle circulatory systems in her legs. Caution was needed, just as much as recklessness was not. She stood quickly and sprinted toward the door, jumping toward it with a scissor kick in motion. Slamming into the iron gates, they flung open to reveal an empty corridor. She'd look around and brush the hair from her face as to reveal her other eye. Scanning the area, no notable chakra signatures could be present. She was unsure if this was even the place.. But noticing a poster on the wall, she walked over to it and began reading.

It mentioned the thirty-years war and how the rebels of Demon Island staged a failed coup'de'tat on the former organizer. Though if it was a failed attempt, where was the leader? She could sense a moderate chakra signature on the top floors of the tower, though nothing that could have been compared to her own. With such theories and ideas in mind, she would quietly step up in the spiraling staircase, which lead to a cut off, further leading down a long hallway. Down the hall, a door in the center room could be seen - a sign with the kanji for KAGE could be seen. The door was currently unopened, seemingly locked. Through her sensory, she could tell that a ninja was in the room. Unsure of how to approach the situation, she instead staged another strategic deception. Something she was famous for. Tricking her enemies. She had the four solid clones she previously created head toward the tower themselves, sprinting along the forest until they reached the tower. They scaled the towers` side, climbing to the very top, where the Kage office window was located.

Sameonna activated her Hidden Mist, which would travel through the halls at a moderate speed, turning the darkness it once had to a foggy depiction. The mist seeped under the door of the office and soon enough filled it with the blinding smoke. Sameonna herself waited at the end of the hall, her hands as a whole expanded and pointing directly at the door in case the ninja inside attempted an escape with his date with death. One by one, the clones jumped through the window with exceedingly flamboyant speed. The person inside however was not the man she had sought out. He wasn't even a ninja at all, let alone a Kage-level shinobi. Sameonna ran from the hallway and kicked the door open, dispersing the fog. By the time she had reached him, all four clones had him held down against the bookshelf in the back of the corridor. He seemed to be pleading for his life, tears barely surfacing from his eyes.

"Who are you and why are you in the Council Chambers?" She asked. "I will only ask this once." He stared at her. "P.. Please.. I'm not the leader here. He left this village long ago, fearing his imminent death.. It was only a m-matter of time.. Before the rebels would have performed another attack!" Sameonna nodded her head. "I see.. And where are the rebels now?" She'd ask out of curiosity. If she did take control over the village, they may be something she'd have to be aware of so she can kill them off so as to prevent and uprising. "T-They went after him.. They left when the old man boarded a ship and sailed north! Its been over twenty years.. The rebels as well as the man you seek haven't been seen since then!" He began crying and wimpering pathetically, taking pauses in breath. "P-Please.. L-Let me go! I'm only the governor! The village is yours - j-just.. Please! Let me live!"

Sameonna would consider the possibility of letting him go. Finally, she came to her decision. "Very well.." The clones would let him go, as he'd drop to his knees, looking directly up at Sameonna. "You may leave.. You can either choose to leave the island, or become a citizen under the commandment of me - Sameonna Hoshigaki. Kanshissui no Amegakure, the Guardian of Amegakure and Shadow of the Hidden Mist." Without hesitation, he nodded and scurried to his feet, falling several times before finally making his balance stable. He ran out of the room with speed that even surprised Sameonna. Laughingly, she looked at him, and turned back toward the window. She could see the sun finally setting over the horizon. The clouds above the ocean seemed to reflect a spider-webbed look that captured the island in its malevolent elegance. She'd smile, the takeover being complete. She would sit in the chair at the desk of the Official Office, two clones to her left and the other two at her right. A smile was now present on her face, her eyes seeming to eliminate from the darkness which consumed the room, glowing with a, ferocious blood-red hue.

Sameonna clicked her tongue at her surroundings, the sun still high in the sky, and the warmth basking the Earth, and she was completely lost already. It was kind of bad, she had never met anyone else with such a terrible sense of direction, and it was sort of depressing. However, the young waterbred female did not let that bother her, she was out of there, and she was moving around all well and good already, trying to think of something to do as she went. Figuring that she was going southwards, bound for the land of sand, so she imagined that learning how to use a sword properly was a good idea, especially one that could channel the powers of her future Lightning element. This did not work simply as her heat conduction techniques would work in the future, it would be weak and rather ineffective, but sooner or later, she would get it to a scale that was on par with a torch.

As the blade was unhitched, she felt the unadulterated power sear through the weapon. Much potential was met in these hands, and she understood the power that she was willing to unleash using such a tool. As the weapon swung forth, she felt how comfortable it was in her hands. Where the Searing Katanas were just lumps of metal, this felt like a true blade, one she knew she could command with ease and elegance, this was more than just a sword, it was an extension of her own existence, a tool crafted by her own kind to create even more devastation with their mastery of water or lightning, respectively. Her chakra was drawn to it, a moth to a flame, and such a flame would be more than hypnotic to her, she wanted to cast it over the lands using it. As the chakra moved through the blade, she felt the weight of it easing a little, as though it was less than a weapon, and part of her more completely.

The tip ignited in a burst of radiace as she swept it up to the sky, hidden in the bright light of the sun. Her eyes squinted against it, the brightness of the sun not something easily looked at, but the radiance surrounding the weapon was her goal, the insignificant shock at the end of the blade would soon become something so righteously powerful that it would outshine the sun. As the blade was lowered to the earth, Sameonna felt her pride dip a little as she looked at the small aura of ravenous bolts that adorned the weapon. The tip had ignited and had flowed around the outside of the weapon, dancing maybe an inch from the sword, a heat that would need to be pressed against something before the burning would be felt, not even enough to cauterize the average wound. Indignant that her first try at it was quite unastounding, she forced herself to think of the future, sure, it was small and pathetic now, but soon her mastery over the lightning element would shine brightly.

Holding the blade at arms length, she looked around, looking at it, the blade did look a little more intimidating when it was channeled thru chakra with, and the small sparks dance around the edges. Sure, it was weak, but it did not mean other people understood that, they would merely see that a sword was being encapsulated by thunderous sparks, which was always cool. The power would grow with knowledge and experience of the sword, which was enough for her, as she needed to concentrate on where she was going. The forest she had gotten lost in, had turned into a small town, and she looked around it. The air smelled salty, and she was rather confused by that, last time she had entered the land of wind. Well, there had been sand, now it just smelled like... The ocean? How weird, perhaps she had been heading the wrong way all this time. Shrugging, she continued onwards into the town, she would hitch a ride from someone or something. Sheathing the sword, forgetting that it was ignited, she walked towards a rather grouchy female on the dock, as she was not comfortable talking to the big guys.

The woman had been rather mean, and Sameonna had been left stumbling over her words, and now she had found herself a birth on the ship somehow. It had been strange, but sitting in the birds nest at the top of the ship was kind of cool, she had free reign as long as she watched for trouble, and had a bunk when night fell. Now she was climbing the ropes to get to the small position at the top, she was wondering how she had managed such a feat. Well, it was too late for concern now, and too late to remember she had a fear of heights. Pursing her lips and refusing to look down, she forced herself upwards, the wind blowing her red tinted hair as she moved upwards the rope shakily. Cowardice was not something faced with sympathy in the compound, so she was certainly not looking for someone to help her here, she knew she could do it on her own. The Ryujin Jakka hit her back comfortably as she climbed, the rest of her equipment back in her new room, keeping her belt and sword on her.

As the wood was felt beneath her fingers, she felt relieved that there some solidity again, instead of just the rope beneath her. As she climbed onto the wooden nest, she felt a little more comfortable, despite the height of course, but now she was given free time to train, and as long as she kept an eye out for any danger, she figured it would be cool. Unhitching the lengthy blade from her back, she clasped the steel handle in her palm, feeling the power through her again. The current of her chakra was taken from her, a little more this time, even though it was still a small amount, and she hardly noticed it. As the lightning current proceeded to coat her blade, she witnessed the more impressive change in the weapon this time, and as the lightning began to increase in size, the feeling of power that exuded through the weapon felt greater. This felt right, this was the course of power she wanted.

As the blade continued to dance before her eyes, she watched the bolts dart onto the flat surface of the blade, however, these sparks were a lot lighter, leaving the blade with a still thin look, yet one that danced with a blinding aura, and looked like a blade comprised of only chakra and raw thunderous power than of Platinum alloy beneath. The sparks of the weapon, where they had only been about an inch prior, were now about half a foot from the blade, and it danced in the wind, but she could feel the heat extending from it, hell, the wood beneath it was burning a little. Realizing what she had done she raised the sword from the wooden barrier and accidently stabbed it into the mast behind her. Crying out, she almost fell from the top of the nest, but she gripped the sword and stayed on, the mast beginning to catch fire. As she released the handle, the aura of lightning disappeared, leaving her relieved, but sort of worried about the stab and burn mark.

Looking down, she wondered if anyone had noticed, and it was lucky that they had not. She would be gone before anyone realized what she had done at least. Hopefully anyway. As the boat was risen and dropped by the tide, she began to get her sea legs, even being as high up as she was, it felt kind of cool. The young Hoshigaki female heard some noise below, and looked over the wooden barrier down, apparently one of the men had tried something to the captain, and she had chopped his head off, and it was quite disturbing. The body was tossed over the edge, and as the boat pulled away from the floating corpse, it began to jiggle weirdly. She did not understand it at first, but as a fin grazed the surface, she realized he was being eaten, and another sick feeling arose in the pit of her stomach. She did not want to become shark bait. Looking out over the seas she did her job finally, noticing something in the distance. A ship.

"Captain, there's a ship, uh... In that direction"

Everyone looked at her she pointed in the direction, since she had no idea which direction it was, just that way. The female on the deck slapped her palm to her face and walked to the port side. Sneering, she turned and raised her fist.

"It's feeding time boys, get hitched up! You, girl, you fight with us or I'll kill you."

Her heart sank.

This was not what she had signed up for.

The weapon still embedded in the wood, she reached back and tore it free, it looked like there was no way out of this one, she did not want to hurt anyone, but she did not want to lose her bunk, especially not here in the middle of the ocean. Well, with no choices before he, she supposed she could partake in a little action, she would not kill of course, she would leave that uncouth action to the pirates below, but she would act her part. Closing her eyes, not really looking forward to any of the following, she re-sheathed the blade and placed her hand on the ledge. Her blade was enough for this fight, she did not need to gather her other materials from her room, the belt and the weapon would serve her well enough for this battle, especially if she was going to need little room to fight lots of people. This was a whole new variety of battle for her, never before had she fought on a moving battle ground. It was kind of exciting.

As she hopped the ledge and landed softly onto the deck below, many of the males gave her leacherous looks, but she forced herself not to shudder and went to the edge of the ship next to the captain. The red haired woman was scantily clad indeed, but she looked so small, much like herself, but guaranteed, if she could order the males behind them about, then she was indeed powerful. Atsui had hoped not to have too much trouble with this, but as the ship approaching them grew closer, it became obvious that they too, were pirates. Which meant the little fighting she believed she would need to partake in, had suddenly become an all out war on two boats. She shoulder sagged a little, she really would need to kill someone here, otherwise things could get troublesome, and they would most likely all die in the end. Survival, it was them or her.

The female next to her must have mistaken her sudden change of demeanor as fear of a fight as opposed to her attitude. Smacking the girl on the back, the female laughed and held her sword high in the air, as though this was supposed to make her feel better. All the men behind them roared out too, and faintly, she could hear the roars of the other ship too. At this distance, she could probably strike their ship with a kunai with an exploding tag and end the battle before it started, but she could feel her blade talking to her. It wanted her to master it, and she could only master it through using it, and it wanted to be in this fight. Swallowing thickly, she placed her hand on the blade, feeling the power course through her again, like every time, the sublime feeling of dominance coating her.

As the blade was unsheathed, the lightning spread through it as it was pulled from the sheath, looking as though it had been ignited the entire time. The weapon rang out as she raised it into the sky along with everyone else's, the axe beginning to eminate; shining bright in the sky. The female looked at the mighty weapon with hunger in her eyes, but Sameonna would not have any of it. This was her weapon, the female could go die if she wanted to place her filthy hands on it. As her emotions exploded with her heart racing, the bolts of thunder began to dance brighter and more dangerously, as though answering her call for the strength. This would require a greater source of power to fight here, she would need the ability to incapacitate with extreme pain as opposed to actually full out killing. The heat of the weapon would be searing, and the pain of being caught in the shocking aura would feel as though a wound had been opened and cauterized in milliseconds. The ship grew ever so close.

Sameonna moved the blade across her body in an instant, an arrow crashing against its hot platinum, instantly the wooden projectile burning to ashes. Sure, it would not have done anything to her if the arrow had hit her, but again, this was cooler, the fact that she had totally just denied some guy with a sweep of her hand and her awesome fiery blade. The female next to her gave a small noise of surprise and awe at the fact the the red faced girl had moved so fast and so fluidly that she had stopped an arrow. However, that arrow was the catalyst of the fight, and people began to swarm, from both sides people swung from ropes attached to the riggings to get to the other boat, and the small girl prepared herself for it all. As a male came swinging right at her, he dropped from the air and tried to cleave her in half, but she was too quick, bringing her blade up to stop his own, she redirected to the side and drew the flat side of the sword along his ribcage.

She winced as he screamed in pain, the searing heat clearly burning his flesh, and even the stench of it got to her. But he would not be getting up from that wound easily, especially not as he was kicked in the face by another, trying to shut him up. The female spun around and blocked an attack from behind, the blade passing close to the males face as it did so, probably burning his eyes and the sensitive skin on his face, making him close them and look away. Perfect time. As her foot met his stomach, his face smashed off the flat of her sword and he screamed out until she struck him again in the face with her knee. She had probably just killed this one by accident. Her mother and the NightOwls were two parts of her life that made her impossibly hard to defend against, meaning that if you were given head trauma, you were probably dead. There was no time to dwell though, she needed to keep going.

The blade flared as she spun, a small trail of lightning behind her as she turned around, using the flat of the blade again to knock some guy out. He was unconscious before he could register the pain of being knocked in the head by a searing hot piece of metal, which was lucky for him. People seemed to notice the small angry woman with the lightning blade, and they noticed the fact that she was knocking people down left right and center, and now she was given a wide berth from most, but she had settled into her battle lust. As more and more pirates piled onto the ship, she became more confident and more amused by everything. It was as though she was moving at a far greater pace than everyone else. People fell before her, each time, she would knock them on their asses, at least one part of their body burned badly by her weapon, and their pride shattered by the small female, none of them having expected such a wrath from such a person, the captain perhaps, but the red faced youth no.

Her body erupted with the heat as she fought, slowly draining the air of any moisture it contained, and the world around her would heat up, making the battle even more desperate, the dried throats of the pirates and their sweat, all of it caused by her. As the blade moved swiftly, she dismantled defense after defense, each one being brought down before her, screaming or unconscious. Unsure of how long it had been, she knew that the force could not last much longer. It was not until a blow caught her off guard with such fierce power that she was knocked through the battle. The wood splintered beneath her body as she crashed into the wooden wall of the ship, looking at what had struck her. A man of impossible proportions loomed over the battle, knocking people off the side of the shit, defending the people in front of them. His body was practically covered in shields.

"That's unfair..."

The wood snapped and cracked as she pulled herself from it, the wall mostly destroyed and the contents of the mess was shown to everyone up on deck. She was a little shaken from the blow, uninjured, but certainly shaken. Her armored skin was more than enough to protect her from any injury the male thought she would have sustained, which was made clear by the expression he wore on his face as she got up. Clearly they had not expected to attack a ship containing an immortal. She had let go of her sword when she had been struck, and it now lay on the deck of the ship. The fight had been silenced and everyone was watching her, the sword, and the massive man coated in shields. There was a quick scramble from a man who jumped on her sword, possibly thinking that it held a special power, but he was quickly proven wrong as his skin was seared when it touched the metal. Atsui tried not to wince, but she could not help it, his scream was deafening. Stumbling back, he clutched his hand in agony, right before falling off the deck into the water.

The sword was still hotter than hell, and he had paid the price. As Sameonna walked for the sword, she knelt to it and picked it up in her right hand once again, feeling the warmth spread through her. The blade was once more back where it belonged. As the male in the shields stepped back, she advanced, holding the weapon outwards, pointing it at him, gesturing he was next. As he stepped back again, she moved, running at him, using the blade to cleave at his shield. She knew that the kinetic energy would be practically useless, but she was trying to force the metal to heat exponentially. If his shield grew to such a temperature, then he would not be able to wear it anymore, simple as that. However, as the weapon approached, he seemed to grow his wits back, and spun his shield rapidly. First simply the bolt was sucked towards him, but then she felt herself also being pulled. Her eyes widened and she fell forwards, slamming into the sheet of metal.

However, Sameonna was starting to get really annoyed with all this, and with the blade still in hand, and to his unprotected legs, she brought it across and through both of his shins. He froze, then released an inhuman scream as he tried to stumble backwards, but leaving both of his feet behind, blood poured from the wounds, and the Hoshigaki jammed her eyes shut so she did not have to witness it. His voice became distant, then a massive splash erupted from the water. He was certainly too heavy to be buoyant, and she realized that she had killed him. The weapon burned the blood off, the aura of thunder cleansing the blade again, leaving no reminder of the kill, but she knew, she knew. All of a sudden it was as though sound had restarted, and the battle exploded around her.

Standing and raising her weapon, she stopped two swords and used the lightning related heat generation on the weapon to melt through the swords and knocked both of them backwards, both of them suffering massive burns on their hands and chests from where the sword had landed. Both of them falling over, she moved over them, striking another male in the back with the flat of her sword and forcing him to scream out as his shirt caught on fire and the heat burned his back. There were very few pirates left, but the young girl could see that the captain of this ship was locked in a power struggle with the captain of the other. It did not seem like she was winning either, it would not have been a concern of hers if she did not think that by losing the captain, the ship would be lost. Quickly, she moved to the deck, the scarce remainder of enemy pirates escaping or dying, there was just the clean up.

-"The first few steps up the stairs were easily cleared, but the moment I hit the last step, I was hit by a powerful gust of wind that nearly threw me off the upper deck. Holding onto the banister, I kept my hold, and managed to move forwards. It appeared that both of the two captains possessed extraordinary power over the wind release, the massive bursts were exploding from each time their swords met, and the wind was being forced around them by the others wind masteries, forming a wall at each other that could not break each other. The full force was being fired around them, and the wind was enough to put out the fires caused of my blade, but I refused to let it stay unlit. As she struggled forward, she felt the almost tide lack actions of the wind as it forced itself through each blow, and looking at them, she was able determine when the massive gusts would occur.

It took a second, but there was one she saw, as the captain of the ship she was trying to protect lost her strike, and was overpowered by the male, who used his chance to try and kill her, but I took my own chance, and moved in, the sword igniting instantly with a spark and the sparks eating up the metal and moving onwards as I thrust at his torso. There was no way to avoid this one, especially against a master of wind, I needed to give him the least amount of possibilities to stop me. The thunder of the weapon would sear his chest before the weapon would even penetrate the soft flesh, he screamed as the high voltage burned his underside, and fell backwards, his attack ending and the wind blowing her backwards. Her sword was put out, but it was already too late for the man, his body was affected too badly, the shock already melting his insides along with his outsides."-

However, Sameonna had already fallen back, unable to ignite her sword at the moment as it was once more on the deck, this time embedded point first in the wood, searing it madly. The male was now on searing and writhing, but as he fell backwards over the banister and fell into the ocean with a splash. The Hoshigaki female looked over to the other ship, about seven or eight pirates left, scrambling to get away, but it seemed not to be the case. The pirates on the ship she traveled on had pulled up a cannon, her eyes widened and she moved forward, leaning over the top deck to the bottom as they fired, the other ship exploding in a mass of fire and wood, and she covered her head as the splintered wood rocketed over the ship. Tears fell from her eyes, there had been too much death today, and she had caused a lot of it. Having knocked the pirates unconscious, the others had taken advantage of it and murdered them in cold blood.

Closing her eyes, she grasped the sword and walked swiftly to her room. The thunder burning around the steel, a sign that she was very angry, not only with the people of the ship, but with herself. A life had been taken, no, three lives, by her own hand, by the very blade that burned with such fury that the heat scorched the floorboards beneath her as she walked. She had enough of this, she would wait it out until they arrived at thunder country, and she would swiftly find something to make her feel better, maybe some kittens or perhaps a dance. This had been traumatic for her, she did not want to feel this desperation, it was not only unfair, but it was horrific, the lives that had been wasted for what? For money? For something of value such as her sword? That male who had lost his hand trying to steal it from her, it was all pointless. The tears evaporated from her cheeks as she sat against the wall. She did not want to cry, she wanted to be happy.

Laying on the filthy bed, Sameonna held the sword in the air, balanced in between her index, thumb and middle finger, her chakra coursing through the metal, and the sparks licking the steel of the blade. This. Had been an unwanted day, and she wanted it to be over right now. The aura seemed to flicker in agreement with her, as though feeling her discontent. It made her feel a little more light hearted, the ambition she controlled, the iron will, the flaming temperament, all part of her life, something she had to live with. All of it could be channeled into this weapon though, it was her anchor, something she could create as an extension of her body, the lightning that coiled through it, a mere pittance to the burning passion that she beheld. It's power was nothing if not extravagant. The deadly shock that was more akin to a jellyfish, it could scold even an Hoshigaki if they were not careful.

The sword, to her, embodied something that she did not represent in her own self, it was a source of power for her, perhaps why it felt so good in her hands. The young girl had never held herself in a position where she believed she was strong, she was always doubting herself, and she feared for her own life too much. But when this sword was grasped in her hands, and she focused the seemingly godly power of it, it felt as though she was on a higher plane of existence, as though she was without inhibitions. Perhaps it was her own psychosis, but she just felt most comfortable when the sword was there, on her travels, she had never felt as though she was protected, aside from meeting Naomi, but, with the Ryujin Jakka, it was as though she had someone watching her back at all times, and it was a safe feeling, like warm arms wrapped around her.

The boat was docked, she felt the gentle bump against the dock itself. The land of thunder. She had arrived here, not in a happy mood, but in one piece, and with a greater understanding of both the weapon she wielded and her own self. The blade seemed to agree, as the aura had seemed to cool down a little, the dancing of the thunder not as powerful, as her emotions crashed a little. Being at shore once more had brought a resounding calm over her. As the door to her room opened, the bolts exploded upwards momentarily and tickled the roof, the reddish hue staining the wood black under its intense heat. However, before the flame could catch, the girl made sure to reduce it to a relative size to make sure there would be no danger of harming anything, and keeping her emotions under control. It was the captain, and she stood in the doorway, her expression sullen.

"I want to-"

"You don't want to thank me, lots of people died today that shouldn't have.."

For once, she had said something cool, and it made her feel kind of good about herself, but she knew it was merely because the woman was here to thank her, meaning she was being respected. Respect. There was something she had not earned before, and she did not deserve it now. If she was to be truly respected, then none of them would have died today, and she would not be so down on her feelings. This was not respect, it was shame. And with the last traces of the thought, everything began to heat up, the lightning on the sword licking the metal quickly, the heat increasing immensely, and as she stood and walked to the door, each of her footsteps left black scorches beneath her, and the female pirate moved out of her way. As she moved off the boat, she did not look back. Thunder country, there was bound to be something here.

Sameonna lay on the grass, the sword on the earth beside her, staring into the air, thinking about things. Over such a short time, she had progressed her level of skill with the blade quite remarkably, and she was no where near finished. The thought that the weapon could become even deadlier sent shivers down her spine. Sure, she never wanted to harm someone with intent, but she knew that she needed to fight, and the best weapon was the one that you only needed to use once. The lightning of the blade, once complete, would be able to cut through anything, and even though this was only the second to last rank, it was still incredible. The blade would harbor powers that would be able to eat away at most materials, and the heat, well, it was on par with her own resilience. Yet, this would defeat her own, it was a level higher once she could master this level of the lightning affinity. So enthralling, the blade was most deadly weapon, and at the same time, could be used as a tremendous defense.

As her hand ran down the cold metal of the blade, she realized that it had not been activated since the fight on the boat, and it had cooled eventually. The weapon looked remarkable, even without the electricity, looking truly like a legendary sword should. The blade, when covered in electricity, seemed like it could not be stopped by anything, which was sort of the truth, as it had met no material yet that the godly flash could not eat through in no time at all. Yet the weapon held abilities and techniques that she could master, many of them, the lightning was not restricted to merely the blade, no, it could be mastered in a far grander scheme. Her palm pressed against the cold platinum of the weapon, her fingers gently caressing it, her chakra smoothly being instilled in the grand weaponry. The earth around it hissed as the moisture was burned from it, and its radiance lit up everything. Sameonna slid her hand through the electricity and to the hilt before she was to be burned.

As she grasped the weapon she moved her body swiftly through the motions, turning on her heel and swiping the blade outwards, willing the aura to expand, willing it to explode forth in a bullet like manner. The bolts of thunder spat out, but beyond that, nothing, the small spark fell to the grass and caught on, the immense power of the Akumahi Ken lightning she wielded incinerating the earth and grass as though it was nothing. Clicking her tongue, she brought the weapon round in another grand circle, this time forcing her chakra through the metal and into the electricity to create the perfect secondary weapon ideal. The aura of the blade congealed at the tip for a single perfect moment and formed a small sphere, half a foot in diameter, which was launched, the lightning bolt spiraling through the air as it moved, until it struck a tree that was unfortunately in the way of it. Sameonna gracefully leaped in beauty and watched the tree as it erupted in the bright flashes rapidly, which would soon burn to ashes due to the strength of the lightning.

Amazing.

As the tree erupted and burned to the ground, the girl watched, in awe of the tremendous ferocity of the thunderous strike, of the power she wielded with the blade in her hand. There was not much that could stand in the face of such grand power, and her affinity was only beginning to get stronger. One more swing, and the small bolt was launched into the air, the crimson stain in the blue sky. Sameonna smiled at it, this was the beginning of an adventure and a half after all. A shadow crossed her sight in the sky, and her eyes widened, a monstrous being of such grand proportions. The black shadow crossed the earth before and before swallowing her, then moving across the sky in a manner similar to a cloud. The gargantuan figure was avian like in mannerisms, but the fact that it looked so dragon like made her want to discover more. The shaped was moving easterly, and so would she, this was something she really needed to find. Sheathing her sword on her back between the two searing katanas, she began to sprint.

As she sprinted through the forest, Sameonna looked to the skies, trying to capture the massive shade in her sight, the beast, a creature of insane size and looks. The blade thumped against her back, a comforting reassurance if she did indeed manage to catch up to the creature and needed to fight it. The massive dragon in the air looked so cool, and she wanted to catch it, there was no specific reason, but, it was a dragon. As the dragon soared through the air, heading eastward, she realized she was moving into terrain that would grow increasingly difficult for her to get through, but she knew she had to keep up. The blade on her back seemed to heat up with anticipation at the fact, and the electricity wound around the blade as she sprinted into the dry valley, a strange plateau of twisted rocks and sharp spires of earth that rose from the earth, a valley that did not seem to be able to contain life at all. As one hand clasped the handle, the brightness ignited in an even greater manner.

As the weapon moved forward in front of her, she used a quick burst of chakra to fire a small ball of lightning at one of the spires in front of her. It landed, but it had little to no effect on the outcropping. Cursing herself, she remembered that the power of the lightning was not yet devastating enough to destroy earthen stone and rock. Not yet hot enough. As the thunder struck the earth and created a torrent against it, she realized it would not melt it, but the burning would continue, and that was not good enough. As she gritted her teeth and looked up at the shadow, pulling away from her, escaping her grasp. The hoshigaki would not have time to go around, if she spent her time dodging around the spires of earth, then she would have no time to get through it all and continue following this dragon, and she was certainly determined to do so. As the weapon fired up once more in her hand, she understood its call.

Another swing was performed across her body, and this time, as though answering her call, it released a grander thunderbolt. Still small in size, but as it struck the column of earth, it ignited into a monstrous explosion, more than the exploding tags she possessed in her belt. The earth around it was cleared as she moved through the area where the earth had been, now, only a scorched crater remained, and she felt awesome about it. As she moved through the field of spires, she used exploding ball after exploding ball to ready her path, massive explosions rocked the area and furiously eviscerated the lands, spraying rocks and dirt everywhere as they exploded in a show of grand work. Sameonna would move through the smoke and debris that the grey fog would explode before her grand speed, moving through the dried wasteland. As she approached one massive spire, she knew that this one would not break as easily as the others had, it's enormous structure told her so.

However, she would still go through it. As she leapt into the air, her blade was brought over her left shoulder, the stream of lightning behind it lighting her determined face for a moment as the shadows crossed. With one mighty, arcing swing, three bolts of lightning were expelled from the deafening vibrating blade, all three of them rotating through the air until they struck the rock, the massive explosion that followed severing the top of the structure from the bottom, the gargantuan amounts of rubble being thrown everywhere as Sameonna used the momentum of her speed to carry her through the newly made burning gap. As she landed, she rolled, keeping her speed up. As she brought herself back to her full sprint, her blade was once more sheathed, no more spires of earth standing in her way, no more things she needed to explode. For now, anyway. Looking up, she studied the skies for the dragon she had seen, hunting it, hoping it was still in sight.

The dragon soared continuously on the skyline, slowly furthering the distance, this time nearing the forested areas of the land, apparently the dry strip of land was ending, and she was once more nearing the shored areas of Amegakure again. However, it was apparent to her that upon reaching the shore, she would not be able to pursue the creature from the water, especially since she could not swim herself. The massive creature would be taken out of the sky by her hand before shore was reached, and she would not allow anyone else to capture it. Continuing her sprint, she felt to grass tickle her legs, the rocky plain slowly transforming into the country side, the air going from dry and warm, to moist and cool. The dragon did not seem to have a specific path to follow, not that she knew anyway, since she did not believe any countries lay west further than thunder before it was naught but sea, but it was doing something to say the least.

The forested area was nothing she could not handle at all, in fact, with the previous tech, it would be more than easy to get through it, especially since everything would burn down, but that would be kind of horrible. As the sword moved to her hand again, and the thunderous aura surrounded the weapon, and she moved it through the thick trunk of the first tree, moving through the tree as it was eaten by smolders caused by the electricity. Leaving behind a trail as planned, the weapon would allow further incineration, or trapping at least, which was also cool. However, at such a low rank it was fairly impractical, but she needed to master the lower ranks in order to gain understanding to train the higher ranks of it, the ability to leave a trail of lightning behind for up to twelve seconds as opposed to two. The lightning left behind would burn as powerfully as the one upon her sword, meaning the trap could be dangerous. However, on unmoving targets, it just meant more to hit with the thunder.

As the tree toppled behind her, she struggled to see through the foliage above her, trying desperately to see the dragons form in the sky above, but there was not even enough room for her to see the sky never mind the dragon itself. Cursing, she took a step off one of a fallen tree before her and launched herself upwards, her blade poised and ready for her to meet the trees above. As her blade swept through, the burning lightning behind it trailed through the trees ahead for a moment, the uppercut momentum enough to carry it along. The trees before her burst into flames as the trail of fire engulfed them, and she moved through the blaze easily, the heat not affecting her at all. She looked into the sky, searching for the dragon in the air, her arm extended, the sword sideways with the lightning seeping from it like a banner flag, the thunder eating the way up the following trail soon after due to the low rank of her skill in it.

The air was clear above the trees, and the trees below her were moving at an incredible rate, almost as speedily as her lightning that forced its way through the branches. The chirping trail of the sword followed the weapon, sustaining itself in the air for only a few moments before fading. As gravity began to pull her back down towards the earth, she took one last look at the sky for the dragon, right before her sword severed the branches below her, spreading the fire even further. Immolation would occur, and this forest would be burned to the ground before she even got to the end of it, not that she cared, the dragon was her target, she would hunt it down, and she would fight it, and she would master it.

Sameonna rolled as she struck the earth, the blazing banner of fire behind her burning the earth as she did so. Her hair whipped against her face as she continued the path through the forest, now alive with the flames and the sheet of the outbursts of her sword flowing behind her, and ethereal sheet of deadly thunder that streamed onwards. As she carved a path through the forest, the trees behind her alight, she stormed through a under-growing brush, a vine of which snagged her foot and tripped her forward. Hitting the ground harshly, she rolled for a bit before coming to a complete stop on her face. Breathing awkwardly, she lifted her head up and rested her chin on the earth, looking straight at the feet of someone. Impossible for her to arch her neck anymore, she kneeled and prepared to stand.

A male stood before her, and behind him, three more, each of them with a blade sheathed at their hips. They were looking at her as though she had money. Well, she had a bit, nothing worth getting robbed over. As she stepped back, the male directly in front of her took a swing at her neck, redirected by her own sword and she rotated, not bringing the sword across her neck, but using the lightning to electrocute and execute him painfully. It was not lethal, very painful, but at least she was not killing someone for no reason. He fell backwards, trying to fan the near immortal shock from his body, but there would not be hope unless his friends helped him out. As the first man fell on the floor writing in pain, the second summoned a ball of water around him, the heat generated by her lightning forcing most of it to evaporate on contact, but he was safe now, yet the trail of lightning still wound through the air, burning with a fercious intensity.

The third man moved for her, taking a large overhead swing, met by her own blade, the lightning flaring brightly from the movement of the sword, but it seemed that he had already learned the lesson from the other guy. As the gleam of thunder swept up in the air, he moved backwards, and the small Hoshigaki girl stood there, letting the bolts of lightning do their work. Feeling very awkward about the whole thing, she wanted to yell at them to tell them to move out of the way, but she was too embarrassed. They would probably think she was crazy. Holding her sword at the ready, she shook a little as the words came out, so unused to asking random people, especially those who were trying to kill her, to move out of the way so she could do something. After all, a dragon was the price.

"Please, I need you to leave me to follow my target!"

Guilt saddled the girl, that was not supposed to happen, she was not supposed to be the bad person. No, she had mistaken the male, sighing, she lowered her sword, which still left behind a trail in the air, falling to the earth. This was dangerous stuff, and it was not supposed to end up with the loss of innocent lives. The blade to her side, she looked around the forest, the weapon had caused some serious destruction, the fire created from it alone enough to cause such destruction, she had not used any of her own skills. Kabutowari, a most powerful sword indeed, using merely the supplementary abilities of the weapon she had ended a rather large section of earth with minimal chakra output and skill usage. And now she had forced an innocent into submission, this was not right.

As the tree fell around the, she was struck in her midsection by the male and his blade. Where a normal person could have or would have been fatally wounded by the kunai, she was just angered at his selfishness. As he collided with her body, she drew her elbow downwards, striking him in the back of the neck as they fell backwards, drawing the sword over, the shining lights igniting greater than ever, and plunged it through his back. The lightning imbued into the sword itself would be enough to destroy him as it was, but the trail of the weapon would also bear itself upon his body as the trail of thunder followed the sword, and he would be induced to even more painful burning. Brought upon himself, but he would die, electrocuting him from the inside and outside for his arrogance. He could have escaped, her could have saved her the blood on her hands. Now however, it was too late for her to do anything about it.

Ripping the headband from his body, she would spin in a circle, dragging the aura of the blade in a circle around them, this would be his ritual from her, he would be cremated, and that was enough for her. His death, while unnecessary, was done now, and there was nothing she could do about it. The blade had done its job, however, it sang a sorrowful tune at the death, having caused something that was not meant to happen, a crime against nature, an unworthy death. He had attacked, and she had defended herself, thats all there was to it, but she abhorred death without a point, as did her sword. As the forest fell around her she began to once more sprint, having tucked the males headband into her own pouch for later on, she needed to get back on the trail of that dragon, but it meant clearing to a place where there was no smoke, and now that the fire had engulfed everything there was little chance of that happening now.

Her sword still in her hand, she moved swiftly, cutting down any forestation before her as it moved in her path, the trees falling, apparently the bush was a lot larger than she had guessed, and the fact she was running for such a length of time made her wonder if the dragon had already escaped, but surely the fact that there was a gargantuan fire and smoke billowing from all directions, would the dragon not come to try and find what the source was? After all, creatures such as that were bore from fire, would they not be attracted to it? Well, it did not matter now, she had to keep moving so she could get to see it at least. Looking up, the canopy above her was smoldering, but she could get through it. Swinging her blade, she forced the lightning to rise into the air, and they cut down some of the trees using the trail, which was more than enough to let her see the sky for a few seconds.

A dark shade swooped overhead, the Dragon was around here, apparently attracted by her destruction of everything here, but she could not see where it was through the fire and smoke, only that it was over the forest right now, meaning she was so close to her target now that her excitement was growing, and the swords too. A battle worthy the blade, to fight a dragon, to face a creature of such an element, the same element as their own. Sameonna held the blade forward, watching as the trail of lightning followed. The weapon was growing stronger, she could feel it, and with a stronger weapon, the trainer got stronger when using it. She was so close now, mastery of the blade would soon be attained, and after that? Well, she would continue mastering it, it was her sword, she could do with it what she wished. Taking one final slash, she formed a line in the earth, ten meters in length, the lightning of the blade being created in an awesome fashion like the tail.

As he had expected his final efforts in bringing down his enemy had failed, as his blade was deflected as he felt a grusome pain tear through his torso, his body burning with agonising pain.

Falling to the ground defeated his vision began to go blurry, it was not a glorious death, but there was nothing he could do anymore. He had lost... And Sameonna had won. She stood in happy comparison to the befallen ninja she had defeated, and rightfully claimed herself capable of leading her team.

Meditating on a log, before even attempting to use such a Mastery Weapon, Sameonna had to focus her chakra as one, which she herself did not very well suck at doing, she was mostly the type to just go and conduct the technique, but this time she was not willing to do such a thing, Sameonna was meditating her chakra as it could be felt by a variety of others if she entered an area, her chakra was creating a binding power source that was conserved within her mind. Sameonna's Physical Chakra had begun to create a focous upon her C Rank Scroll's that were within her left and right hand, this was creating a connection between the two as she must've been trying to become one with the two scroll's she had placed out, but as she did so, Sameonna was focousing her Spiritual Chakra within her as it was creating a mixture within her heart as well, her entire chakra source was coming from the spiritual flare within the center of her body, her chakra was emitting all out of her body, her body, mind, and spirit were all trying to become whole if she herself wanted to be the master of the Rising Twin Dragon technique.

Inside of her mind, she would imagine herself sitting pretzel style meditating as there would be two chakra's on each side of her, one was flaring green on her left side and another glowing red on her right, both of these would be her Spiritual and Physical Chakra as they represented them both, she would contact the Physical power of her chakra and concentrate on the Spiritual Chakra herself as the green flame would envelop her entire body, the blue chakra would flare infront of her eye's as she would reach into it along with green flare of chakra enveloping her entire body, she couldn't control both of them as her Spiritual Chakra would be hurting her body placing damage upon, she would begin to shiver at this in reality as her training caused her chakra to begin to spiral out of control, when finally she would open her eye's as she would gasp for air breathing heavily at what had just happened. Sameonna would be exhausted from the mental training she had given herself right there and then.

Upon what had happened to her, she would stand up standing on top of the log and instead of trying to contact her summoning of the Rising Twin Dragon's that required both Phisycal AND Spiritual chakra all in one, she was not about to perform the technique until further notice. Instead she was going to train on implementing chakra into scroll's as it was her next way of learning the Rising Twin Dragon Technique's, she would look at both of the scroll's that were in her hand right there and then looking at them both as she was ready to move on to the next course of action.

Moving herself off of the log, she had to think of a way to train this Rising Technique as the first attempt failed, but the second was about to be a success for her. Moving near her scroll's she was going work on implanting chakra into them, but what was needed was the right throwing movement and the right timing, Sameonna would launch herself into the air jump flipping at least a good 12ft far from the log itself as she spun at a 360 degree upside down landing on her feet as she would kneel on her right knee, she would hold two of her C Ranked scroll's in her hand as she was focused on her chakra as of now. She would place both of her C-ranked scroll's on her right and left side facing a upright position as she would quickly move her left and right hand's on each side of her shoulder's on opposite sides of course, but as she did so, her chakra had begun to boil within her as her Spiritual Energy was ready to become one with her scroll's.

Focusing her chakra on both her C-ranked scroll's she would cause her chakra to envelope her hand's as she did this, her Spiritual Energy from her chakra could only connect to the C-ranked scroll's by going into the palm of the hand's which are essentially to the technique going on, she would create a mixture of her chakra to spin within her chest rapidly as she caused her Spiritual Chakra to create a connection with the surface itself slowly traveling toward the scroll, she would close both her eye's and had begun to imagine her chakra being a dragon itself, taking the form of a dragon her chakra did so, it would rotate around her spiritual body as her phisycal form was still in the same position it was before focusing all on her entire as it would envelop her entire spiritual body, the chakra dragon would flare her as it was her soul/chakra that were becoming one. She felt the energy of her chakra flow into her hand's as this was happening she had begun to open her eye's slowly as her entire spiritual form was dissentegrated.

Now she was ready to cause the scroll's itself to become whole, she would focus her entire chakra upon the surface itself as it would envelop the C-ranked scroll's quickly covering it's entire body up as soon as it was fully covered smoke would burst into the air enveloping everything around it including Sameonna blocking ones view, could see have done it? Let's just see if her concentration was enough..

As she poured chakra into the scroll herself, a huge burst of smoke was launched into the air, but yet nothing else happened, this was embarrassing. As the smoke that bursted all into the air the paper of the scroll would also unravel but would be onlyfour feet high as it would come raining all idioticly down on the ground like a plastic bag you find on the street floating around. Sameonna had all of a sudden messed up the technique as she would drop her jaw embarrassed like smacking her forehead. She would stand up watching the scroll's seal both of themselve's up. As she had saw her failed attempt, Instead of trying to do it her way, Sameonna was taught to not always do thing's her way, but to just let loose, not knowing what the hell that meant, instead of making a stupid list of what to do step by step, if she was going to learn how to master this stupid technique, she needed to become the Weapon and the scroll itself before even attempting to become both as one.

Sameonna would pick up one of the C Rank scroll's as she would jump 10ft in the air hanging upside down rotating in a 360 spinning motion as she would move her with the flick of her wrist that the scroll was contained in would be whipped out as a long lash of paper would unravel itself from the scroll surfing through the air rotating in a spinning motion moving toward the ground itself, as she did so, Sameonna would begin to dive straight through the center of the scroll itself as it spun in a rotating motion making it's way toward the ground, but as it did so, it was soon being reverted back into it's sealing position as it would begin to reverse the way it had spun as if time had caused this sudden burst to occur, but as the scroll did so, it would then whip lash itself into the air finally resurfacing at the start of the scroll's opening and traveled back toward Sameonna's hand re-wrapping itself into a scroll as it was before finally. Sameonna would look at how the scroll was moving, it would be fine at first, but it had felt as though something was wrong, but whatever it was, she needed to test it once again.

Sameonna would dash toward the lake that was 12ft from the Log she was near as she would jump into the air rotating at a 360 degree landing on the lake itself as chakra was implanted into her feet, as it was she stood on the lake as if it was a surface, she wouldn't stop moving though of course she now held two C Ranked scroll's within her hand as she would spin like a ballerina with the scroll's in opposite hand's as she spun with such grace moving like a butterfly, she would then unravel the scroll's that were within her hand's and as they were, Sameonna would allow the scroll to unravel itself as the paper would whip lash out stretching 15ft from Luna as she would spin holding the scroll's dancing with them, in order to control the scroll's itself, she needed to control her body movement, mastering the Rising Twin Dragon wouldn't be given so easily. This training process was now going swell.

Sameonna excitedly followed her ANBU Captain to a secluded clearing. The ANBU Captain had finally agreed to teach her the basic Dhënada techniques. These techniques were only known by members of the Hoshigaki, and they guarded their secrets jealously. That’s why Sameonna and her mother were traveling to such a secluded area to train. When they arrived, the ANBU Captain talking. “The technique I’m showing you today is called Seiðr Halo. Seiðr Halo allows you to create a halo out of chakra. This halo can then be used for other clan techniques. The halo is about 100 centimeters in diameter and can be a variety of colors. Watch.”

Sammy watched closely as her mother began to demonstrate the technique. The captain had turned so her back was towards Sameonna. She thought this was strange, but understood when a pale blue halo appeared and began swirling behind her mentor’s back. “Wow,” Sameonna said as she followed the halos movements. “You can even create multiple halos if you practice enough.” Her anbu captain noted, gesturing her hands. The halo was quite pretty to say the least after all. As she was speaking six more halos joined the first. “Alright, now it’s your turn,” The ANBU Captain said, turning around.

Sameonna nodded and began concentrating. Since the halo would appear behind her, she focused all of her chakra to a small point on her back. There were no handseals for this jutsu, so Sameonna’s chakra control would be the deciding factor in whether she succeeded or failed. She focused, and pushed those thoughts of side and only concentrated on the jutsu. Once she thought she had gathered enough chakra, Sammy attempted to create the halo.

She did this by channeling her chakra to a point slightly behind her back. While she was doing this, she saw her mother move so that she was behind Sammy. The movement was distracting, so she closed her eyes and began working with her chakra again. Sameonna slowly moved the chakra she had gathered on her back to a point slightly behind her back. It took a while, but Amaya was finally able to move all of the chakra she had gathered behind her.

The next step was to make a halo shape with her chakra. This was a little difficult since Sammy wasn’t actually touching the chakra. Instead of trying to make the chakra into a halo all at once, she began slowly moving one end of the chakra she had gathered. As the chakra moved, she had left some behind. The less chakra she was moving, the easier her chakra was to control.

When the chakra she was moving reached the point that she started from she would have created a halo of chakra. “Good job,” the Captain praised as a glowing halo appeared behind the Hoshigaki’s back. “Why don’t you turn around and have a look?” She turned, excited to see what her halo looked like. The halo began to move so it was behind her back again, but not before she was able to catch a glimpse of it. Sammy’s chakra had more blue in it than her ANBU captain’s did, but it was glowing and moving which meant the jutsu had worked. She was incredibly proud of what she'd achieved today. Just some more training to make her stronger.

With sensei's approving nod, I'd smile at his approval. "Next, we are going to learn how to block both outside and inside attacks." he'd tell me as I nodded. Watching sensei first get into his stance, he'd motion me to send a barrage of punches at him alternating between attacks to show each defenses strengths. Nodding, I'd learn through practice against the defense. Starting out softly, I'd smile and throw some light punches at first to get a feel for how they were blocked. Starting with two punches in succession, one from the front and the other from the side, sensei would flawlessly block them. Taking note of how he did, I'd notice that he used the principles of the 360 degree defense but not the Inside defense which baffled me. Trying it again, I'd throw a side punch with my left and an uppercut with my right. Noting his style, he'd shove off my uppercut with his left arm and block my hook with his right. That was a combination of both, but it wasn't much.

Speeding up, I'd throw a punch every two seconds. Seeing sensei's defense flow smoothly, I'd get the pattern for how he defended. Sending in a flurry of punches, I'd watch intently at sensei's defense system since that was my main objective. The mix of the two types of blocks were evident in the freeform low of sensei. With a smile, I'd slightly increase the attack speed to about once every 1.7 seconds to see how he'd react. His flow of defense was not disrupted which I hoped my form would be like when it came time for the true test. However, I needed to see how good sensei was to gather more data. Mixing it up a bit, I'd throw in two low punches simultaneously to see if he would dodge how he told me. Deflecting my left punch with his right elbow, he'd twist to the right to dodge the other one.

Thinking that I could disrupt sensei's flow, I'd increase to about an attack every 1.5 seconds. However, sensei was good and kept up with it. Needing a sudden change to be able to see if sensei was as great as I thought he was. Increasing it to a punch per second, I'd smile as I saw sensei's flow wobble for a moment. It then began to fluctuate between stability and instability. With a smile, I thought I could break his concentration as I began to increase it a bit to 0.7 seconds and noticed him wobble more. With a smile, I'd notice him wobble until it turned to a frown when he started to regain control. I wanted him to give in first as I increased it to two punches per second, about 0.5 seconds per punch. With a smile he'd begin to wobble however, he seemed to be giving up as I hoped with this next few punches he'd break as I saw an opening.

With a smile, I'd stop my fist an inch away from his torso while noticing sensei's stern face. Retracting my fists and bowing, he'd return the bow with his own. "Sensei, may I see you and another person spar like the way we did? I think it'd do me some good if I saw it from a third party's perspective." I'd ask as sensei nodded and motioned another student over. As they both got into stances, the student would initially start with simple attacks against sensei. With a smile I'd watch intently only about a foot away. Watching the slow start, it would only add to the excitement and knowledge I hoped to gain from watching this semi spar. The female student then stepped it up, striking slightly faster with each soft punch she threw at sensei. With longing eyes, I'd watch the spectacle that was playing out before my eyes.

The flurry of strikes flew at sensei as I took mental notes in my head as I watched sensei's defense flow like a stream without anything blocking it. She tried to stop the flow of the stream but it was too strong of a current to be stopped. All the strikes were rejected almost instantly. To try and stop it, she sped up to about one attack per second. However, sensei learned from our spar and blocked each with fluidity. With a smile, it'd turn to a puzzled look as she slowed to a halt. They nodded to each other after the cease fire before sensei started to attack his student. Realizing that they swapped it up to show me two different sides of it, I'd see how she did it. After a minute, I'd see that, compared to sensei, her form was rather sloppy but better than mine.

Watching sensei throw soft punches, I'd notice he was trying to build up her rhythm. After a few minutes, I'd notice her change into a fluid motion of blocking. Sensei then sped up his assault and her rhythm faltered. She struggled to block it all but I'd see her improvement and form that was used. Taking note of how she gained the fluidity of defenses, she conformed her body to a better position before adjusting her arms. Sensei did it the opposite way from what I saw in our spar and the spar I was watching. A good balance of both, from what I thought, would be the best solution and way to integrate this kind of defense into battle situations. With a smile, I'd see sensei increase his flurry to a strike a second. Her defenses faltered quite a bit, but I saw her fluctuate between getting better and worse. Wondering if she could pull off a stable return to defense, I'd watch intently, learning with every punch thrown and punch blocked.

With one last block, her defense was shattered as sensei's next strike broke through her defenses. Sensei stopped about an inch from her gut before retracting his fist and bowing to her. Nodding at sensei, I felt like I was ready. "Sensei, please allow me to try it." I'd tell him with enthusiasm as I got up from my kneeling position. With his nod, I'd get into the proper stance and prepare for the flurry. As sensei started off, he'd send a punch every two seconds to allow me to get my flow. It all seemed like it was hard to start with, like everything, but gradually got easier with each punch deflected. My eyes were getting used to predicting and then defending against the attacks. After about a minute, my peak flow had been reached and deflecting the mixed flurry came second nature to me. It was like taking candy from a baby it had gotten so easy.

However, just as I had gotten used to the rhythm sensei had, he stepped it up a bit to throw punches at me faster using a more random pattern to strike. Was this a test to see how well I could adapt to such a changing format? Or was this to get me ready for real combat? Both of these questions went through my mind as I lost concentration for a bit, slowing down my reaction time. Trying to regain it as well as my focus, I'd watch his movements carefully in order to use the correct block. With a smile, I felt myself regaining control over this little exercise as his attacks were once again melting away into my quick adjustment to my defense. I felt like I was regaining control over his attacks as another trick was pulled from his sleeve. He attacked faster and aimed for visible weak spots.

The new attack pattern was about once every second and slowly going faster. It was enough to make me lose my focus as well as lose my concentration with the attacks made for my weak spots. Sensei was trying to get me to be able to withstand any barrage. My body flowed out of my control into a more focused flow from what it seemed like. With a smile I'd wondered how this was possible as I regained control but not focus or concentration. Building up my concentration, I'd focus on trying to see his attacks before they came after me as I smiled. I was gaining both concentration and focus simultaneously as I felt his attacks becoming slower than my reaction time. However, my joy was shortlived as he went into overdrive to try and get me to be knocked over. With a nervous smile, I'd try to compensate for the difference in our speeds with multiple blocking, however I was losing. I needed to pull it together as I noticed a few attacks headed for my blind spots.

Stopping his last blow, he'd smile and stop the flurry. As he nodded at my success, he'd waste no time moving on. "Next, you must learn to escape from a wrist grab of the mirrored side. Come, try and grab my left wrist with your right hand." sensei said as I shrugged before doing so. As I followed orders, I'd grip his wrist with my mirrored hand. Almost immediately in the blink of an eye, sensei had escaped my grasp. My hand was floating there and I looked like an idiot with his hand out. Wondering how he did it, I asked for a step by step demonstration after I tried to mimic what I could see. Nodding, he'd grip my left wrist with his right hand. Trying to just yank it out, I saw it wouldn't work so I tried doing what I remembered and twisted my elbow towards his. As I did I felt the grip loosening as I took a step forward with my left foot to fully escape it while I punched my chest. Wondering how that works, I'd wait for the explanation.

As I gripped his left wrist with my right hand, I'd wait for his step by step explanation. "If you grab my wrist, I am limited by what I can do right? I can't really make hand seals or punch you or whatever. It causes a blind spot in my performance. To escape this situation, however, I want to make sure I have more power pulling away than forward." he'd say as he twisted his elbow towards mine. "Here, I can move towards myself instead of towards you. Most people will let go if you put enough force since they may think you will punch yourself. However, you avoid this by controlling your strength. It also puts less pressure on your wrist to allow for more flexibility." he'd tell me as he could wiggle his wrist in my grip now before pushing towards himself, breaking my grip. "Now, try it slowly by going through all the motions." he'd tell me as I nodded.

Holding out my right wrist, he'd grip it with his left. Remembering the explanation I just heard, I'd go through it step by step first to remember why it went that way. "First, I loosen the grip or pressure the opponent has on my by pushing towards him with my elbow. If I need to I could step forward with the same foot to give myself more maneuvering room unlike if I used the other foot." I'd say in my head as I slowly performed the first step, moving my elbow towards his as I felt the grip loosen a bit. On my way to his elbow, I'd review the next step. "With my wrist loosened, it doesn't guarantee I'll have an easy time escaping, but it gives me a better shot." I'd say in my head again as my elbow was an inch away from his with plenty of room to maneuver my wrist in. Pushing towards myself with my whole arm, I felt like I could power through his grip as the seconds passed by, the moment of truth arriving.

With a smile, I'd free my wrist with ease before backing up so I didn't hit myself. Sensei gave an approving nod at the end of my slide as I smiled. "Alright, now you must learn how to escape from someone grabbing the opposite side. Grab my left wrist with your left hand." he'd tell me as I approached him following orders. Watching him intently this time, I'd blink once and he was free from my grasp. Shocked, I'd look at my hand and his arm to notice any differences from when I grabbed it. I saw no differences in the way he had his arm to the way I gripped it. However, the simplest thing was off and I couldn't recognize it until I looked carefully. Instead of his fist being horizontal, it was now vertical. This subtle change baffled me, but to get a clearer understanding I'd ask sensei to explain it.

"Sensei, mind explaining what you did while you do it like last time?" with a smile I'd walk over to him as he nodded to my question. As I gripped his wrist like before, he'd begin to explain."To escape this, you can't pull the same trick since the elbow won't reach that far in this far of space. You use your thumb in a hitchhiking motion to escape." he'd tell me as he pointed out his thumb and moved it across to under my wrist. "You go for the weak point in the grip, usually the opponent's wrist, to be able to give enough room to escape as so." he'd say as he escaped my loosened grip. Wondering how that works, I thought about what it would do. Perhaps it would make the opponent arc their wrist to not be touched. That way, the grip would be loosened just enough to escape. Nodding, I'd be ready to try this out on sensei.

"Sensei, I'm ready." I'd tell him holding out my right arm for him to grip. He gripped it with his right hand and I'd go over the steps and think of an easy way to remember them. "So first I need to give myself breathing room. To do that, I 'hitchhike' with my thumb to give myself room." I'd say as I stuck on my thumb, rotating my fist and thumb to under his wrist. As I did, I'd put into my mind that this is the hitchhike escape. "Next all I do is pull out in the room I created, but how do I do it without him regaining control. Perhaps my thumb comes out last." I'd say to myself as I slid my arm towards myself, keeping my thumb up to allow myself to keep this loose grip he had on me. With a smile I'd see it coming but I was slowing down. Perhaps he was regaining his grip as I gave it one quick jolt back, hoping it'd free me from his grip.

As I slipped my arm from his grip like slipping out of a bottle, I'd smile at how easy it was in the end. However, training would roll right into the next technique. "Alright, now you will learn to escape from someone who holds both wrists, at least one way. Hold my wrists up." sensei would say as I nodded and followed command. Holding his wrists up, I wonder what sort of special way he would escape. Perhaps just like the same side escape? Or maybe a mix of both ways. However, I'd be dead wrong as I noticed him rotate his arms, his left clockwise and his right counterclockwise. As he did that, he lowered his head and I thought he was going to headbutt me. Not wanting that, I'd release his wrists and skip back, wondering what the technique was here. Perhaps headbutting the opponent was right, but I needed to ask.

"Sensei, how exactly does one escape?" I'd ask as I repeated my earlier actions to hold his wrists up. "Weren't you watching? I just showed you but I'll go through it once again." he'd say sighing as he looked at me seriously. Was there something I missed? Or maybe he did it and I wasn't really looking for what he did. "First, you rotate your arms inward. Meaning your left arm goes clockwise and your right goes counterclockwise." he'd say as he slowly rotated his arms inwards and down. "As you do that, you drop your head down to your chest to make it seem like you may headbutt the opponent. If he's close enough you will end up headbutting him." he'd tell me as he made the motions. So that's what the secret to it was. I was scared that I was going to be headbutted that I stopped and backed up. However, I knew sensei wouldn't allow it. Nodding, I'd think of a way to escape as we swapped positions, him gripping my wrists high.

Wondering how I would, I'd concentrate for a second on how to get him to release me. A headbutt would be too extreme, but perhaps I'd be able to hit somewhere else. Thinking of where to hit, I'd begin the starting movements of rotating my arms. In the time it took them to get below the mark for the next step, I'd search for a weak spot, a kink in his armor. Spotting a potential spot, I'd smirk on the inside as my arms kept turning. When the next step came, I touched my chest with my chin hoping he'd release me, but he didn't. I needed to go for somewhere I knew I could hit as I thrust forward, my head aimed at his chest to knock him off balance to release my wrists. This was a gamble on my part as I made contact with his chest. Hopefully the blow would make him release me.

As I hit his chest, I knocked him off balance just enough to free my hands as I jumped back a foot. With applaud, sensei smiled at me and I returned it. "Good. Now I will show you the proper way to escape someone holding your hands down via your wrist. Come, hold my hands down." he'd tell me as I complied. Holding them down below his waist, I'd wait to see the response I got. In the blink of an eye, sensei started to move faster than I could track. When he finally stopped after taking a step back, I'd wonder how he did that. From the blur that I saw, he had done the exact opposite of holding them up, but I needed to clarify this with sensei. Could it be possible that simply doing a reverse motion could allow one to escape such a grip? It didn't seem like that was all to this escape.

"Sensei, please repeat the gesture with pointers and explanations please." I'd say as he acknowledged the request and accepted. Going over to him, I'd hold his arms down with a puzzled look as I glared intently as his movements. "Remember that to escape the previous type of hold, what did we do?" he'd ask me. It was a simple question, so he responded immediately. "We rotated our arms inward and down while using our head to intimidate the enemy a bit to release us." I'd say as he nodded before beginning to move. "The last one, we had our hands held up instead of down like now. To escape this one, one must do the opposite of the hands held up release. You rotate your arms inward and upward in a mirrored motion." he'd say as he slowly began to do so as my arms got closer together. He then curled his fingers so he wouldn't poke his eye from observation before my grip got too far away to hold and I released him. It seemed easy enough.

"Sensei, its simplistic nature seems simple enough to do. I'd like to try." I'd say as he sighed before grabbing my wrists and holding my arms down. With a smile, I'd remember how simple the instructions were as I reminded myself in my mind. "Okay... So I mirror the last technique so instead of rotating inwards and down, I rotate inwards and up." I'd say as I slowly took a few practice rotations before I felt I was ready. After, I did a few quick snap rotations to increase speed to see if it helped any, and it did. Taking a few deep breaths, I felt confident in it as I then started to try to escape for real. Snapping my arms inwards and up, I'd almost forgot to curl my fingers so I don't harm my eyes as I jerked my arms feeling his grip loosen. I then tried to jump back hoping I was free of his grip.

As he loosened up, I'd free myself and make sure he couldn't get me by stepping back a bit. With his smile and nod, sensei would be ready for the next escape as I was also ready. "This is the final basic one for your belt. Grab one of my wrists with both hands." he'd say as I nod getting closer and grabbing his left wrist with both hands. Watching his movements to see how he'd react to this type of situation. He couldn't really just escape using the trapped arm, so I wondered how. Getting my answer, he'd reach over with his right hand. Not noticing his left hand had been made into a fist, my attention was fully on his right arm. He then grabbed his left fist as he quickly rotated his left elbow up. Wondering how this would work, I'd notice how it did but not sure why it worked like that as I watched sensei escape.

Sensei knew the drill as he beckoned me to grab his wrist again like I did. Waiting for him to start, I'd take a deep breath in the meantime. "As you already noticed, you can't simply escape this with the caught hand. Therefore, you use the other hand..." he'd stop as he moved his right hand to cover his left fist and hold it up. "to grab your caught hand which is turned into a fist. You then raise it above the wrist line of the opponent. After that, you rotate your elbow..." he'd say as he slowly rotated his caught arm's elbow 180 degrees so it faced upwards. With that, he then put it back down. "quickly to allow yourself time and room to escape." he'd tell me as he quickly snapped his arm up as I felt the rotation speed heat my hands and loosen them. He then escaped as he said previously. It is such a simple escape but the way it is performed is pretty complicated.

Sighing, I'd try to understand its complexity as I held out my right arm as he grabbed my right wrist. Going over the instructions and steps he just said, I'd take a few sighs before I began. Reaching over with my left hand, I curled my right hand into a fist as I grabbed it with my left hand. Raising it up above his wrist line, I'd try to get this next part perfect enough to be released by taking a few practice swings. Slowly rotating my elbow up, my right elbow would be getting used to the motion as I smiled. After doing this three or four times, I'd snap it up another three times before finally thinking I could get it. The snap use of my elbow was to gain speed so I could. With a smile I'd be ready as I snapped my elbow up, feeling his hands loosen their grip on me as I attempted to flee in my moment of chance.

After escaping, I'd wonder what we were going to do next as sensei beckoned me to follow him. He walked to a training dummy as I stared at him with a puzzled look. "Now that the defense portion is taken care of, we will move onto some combat. This is a basic attack so watch carefully." he'd say before turning to the dummy as he got into his stance. Noting his stance, I'd see how he was. His left side was facing forward closer to the dummy rather than his right side. Personally, I was stronger with his right hand but I needed to be ambidexterous I suppose. With a sigh, I'd only see his hand return to where I saw it before the sigh. Wondering what had happened, sensei noticed my cluelessness and reperformed this technique. His fast was too fast for my eyes but I caught a blur. His attack was so fast that I could only gather an outline of the technique he did.

"Umm... sensei. Mind giving me some tips on this?" I'd ask him as he was ready for this. "You only saw a blur right? Well its just a simple punch, similar to the jab boxers do. Just as fast as well. To make it faster, one must put his whole left side into the punch. However, this is also the body as well. It puts more power into the punch as well if you put your body into it. It also helps to curve your fist a little as well, making sure to make contact with the first two contacts of your fist. Also make sure to keep your head close to your chest and roll your shoulder to cover it as well. It helps a lot like so." he'd say as he slowly made the punch to the dummy. I'd watch seeing his body move with the punch as it flowed into the punch. The dummy bent back about ninety degrees before returning up right, sensei dodging its retaliation.

Nodding, I'd take sensei's position as the dummy stopped moving back and forth. Taking the same stance he took, I'd make sure my chin was against my chest and my arms were bent at the elbows to guard my face loosely. As I took a few practice punches, each one was a slow punch to make sure I would get the right motion down. Next, I'd take a few more practice punches, only this time adding in my body to add power to it as the dummy bobbed a little toward the left and right. Believing I got this punch down, I'd take a few deep breaths before finally being able to be ready. Beginning the motion, I'd throw the punch towards the punch, rotating my hand until the knuckles were horizontally aligned. Throwing my body as well into the punch to add power and speed, I'd make contact with the dummy hoping it was as powerful, if not more, than sensei's punch as I threw my body into the punch.

Sameonna, an unexpected contender in the ninja world, at the age of twelve. She was revered in her village and worldwide as the Hunter-Nin and crimelord with an immensely high chakra pool, and rumor has it that she also has pinpoint chakra control. She hoped that the standards her mother made her meet satisfied her teacher, an ANBU captain from the Hidden Mist, whom she'd just trained aside. He had a reputation for being one of the most cruel teachers in Amegakure, and ultimately beforehand Sameonna didn't know what to expect.

As punch after punch, kick after kick, block after block, hours have passed when accounting for conditioning time, and still Sameonna remains unfaltered, despite her low stamina rating. She was fully prepared to tackle any possible challenge thrown at her for this training's inevitable completion. Sameonna's only goal was to become a Genin for now, and there was nothing in the world that would take her focus adrift anywhere else.

Fire scorched in her eyes that reflected the streaming rays of sunlight which wove across the clouds like a blanket tucking the world in for a quiet and peaceful night. She looked up to admire its elegance. The wind swept through her emerald-colored hair, the scent of fresh hibiscus and begonias fills her nose like a corruptive perfume worn by a succubus.

Sameonna had traveled to Amegakure's outskirts in pursuit of discovering what the hold up was regarding a group of wild animals. Now, admittably, wild animals roaming the desert was an unheard of ocurrance; normally, the only animals which roam the desert at any time are more along the lines of wolves or coyotes. Sameonna had her theories about what may be going on, however. If they were true or not, she'd have to find that out once she arrives at the location.

About thirty cliqs left to travel, Sameonna takes her canteen out and sips from it - refreshing spring water from the Underwater Village has never tasted better. Sameonna wore a large cloaked shawl over her body, and a cowl to cover her face from the sun and provide shade and resistance from sunburn or worse. Despite her clothing cooling her body down in the long run, it was still incredibly hot. Much hotter than she was ever used to walking in. She looked up to see if there was anything worth looking at aside from the piling dunes of this barren wasteland. Nope. Not a single cloud in the sky. Only a blazing star known as the sun. Sameonna shakes her head accordingly to her mood. "This is depressing."

She climbs atop a sand dune, and before reaching the peak, can hear the clatter and noises being made by a series of animals. A herd it would appear to be as her eyes scanned just above the sanded hills of Amegakure. This was an animal that Sameonna had never seen with her own eyes before. But based on her knowledge and information that she can process regarding their appearance, shes come to the conclusion that the group might be a pack of mountain lions protecting a small oasis from another pack of cougars. They roar and tackle each other in madness and fury. Sameonna watches from above with admiration of their ferocity and dedication to protect their own.

Sameonna runs the options of attack through her head and comes to a quick decision. Despite the heat out here, her water techniques can still be created thanks to her fighting style of Water Encampment Pillar. This is similar to the Hokage whom served Konoha, revered as the greatest water user of the ninja world. He could create water from nothingness, pure air. This technique however used chakra to produce water, and was alittle more complicated than the original technique. She figured she could probably do this wasting little chakra at all. Still, she overlooked the battle. About three lions have died thus far, and a few cougars have also fallen in the scuffle as well. The remaining count was about four lions, compared to six cougars. If there ever was a time to strike, it was now. Sameonna lept from the sand dune directly over the group of warring cats.

Five shuriken attached to five fingers on each hand by chakra wire, she throws each down, raining them onto the group of cats from above like hurdling missiles coming to Earth. Ironically, each wire had an explosive tag attached to the tip of the string, and as she felt them pierce, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.... One seal had been activated; setting off each tag consecutively, causing the bunch to explode - fatal damage being done in the process. Before landing, she scanned the area. "Nine landed.. Wheres the tenth?" Looking around, she could note that all of the lions have been taken out. However, there was a cougar that was unaccounted for. She looked amongst the pile of bodies to search for a clue.

As her eyes overlooked the ground scattered with bodies, an injured solitary cougar lays with an injury to its front leg, and a series of cuts marks its neck and body from the massive scuffle with the lion kin. Sameonna looked into its eyes, and it stared back with desperation. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to kill the animal. It was already hurt and injured from the battle.. So, she took necessary steps to potentially tame the animal.

Using what knowledge she had of medical ninjutsu, she performed a calculated sewing surgery on the body of the animal, sealing the open wounds. The leg that was injured from the explosion was not in terrible condition, and she noted that it would heal properly - rendering it would be perfectly alright. The cougar purred with thanks, and Sameonna pet the cat to make it feel better. It was a female, much larger than normal it would seem. Her legs were seemingly built purely for speed.

Whatever the case may be it was time to report back to the village of Amegakure and inform the Amekage of her findings. As she stood and began walking away, the cougar stood and tailed her as well. Sameonna stopped and looked at the cougar, odd-eyed. Unsure of what the animal wanted, she tossed it some beef jerky and continued walking. Although the cougar caught the food and swallowed it whole in a matter of a few seconds, still, it continued to tail Sameonna. So, once again, she stopped walking and went toward the cougar instead. She knelt to its face and simply blurted out. "I have the feeling you want to be my friend.. Am I right?"

She'd continue. The cougar seemed to nod its head in approval, purred loudly, growled and rubbed its face against Sameonna's. She couldn't help but smile. "Right then.. I'll call you Shizume. Do you like that?" Sameonna asked. One more, the cougar purred and growled in approval. "Okay then, Shizume.. We must goto the Sand Village.. It may take a while though.. As you can see I don't have four legs built for running like you." She laughed.

She walked onward after petting Shizume, and the cat ran behind her, lifted her onto its back and took off toward the village. Sameonna shook with unexpected anticipation, she didn't expect Shizume to be capable of carrying her. "Oh well," she said to herself. "looks like I'll be able to get around much quicker now that I have you by my side Shizume!" With that, she hopped onto the large beast - whom sped toward the village gates. Upon arriving, she would simply invite the beast into her home. As they both slept, Sameonna especially, the cougar laid at her feet at the end of her bed. It seemed the creature had already become accustomed to the small girl and began expressing its protective nature of its newfound owner.