Hebitsukai Daija: The Growth of a Serpent

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

Hebitsukai Daija Training Thread

INDEX:
Day 1 part 1/2
Day 1 part 2/2
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

Sakyou: Will you eat breakfast in your room, or with the family today Daija-sama.

Daija was awoken by the usual request of the clan's servants, it had been a few days since he had graduated, he had heard his cousin Afia had graduated too. "I guess they'll pass anyone these days" he though, picturing his mysterious cousin in his mind, her long wild hair and the tempermental spirit to go with it...

Sakyou: Sir?

Daija: Huh? Oh, yes I'll have breakfast in my room, bring me the usual.

As soon as the servant left the room Daija walked to the locked chest near the one window in his room. It was a large and oppulent room, the chest was engraved with coiling snakes. He sometimes grew bored of the snake motif that was so common with his family, but tradition needed to be upheld. A key materialized itself from out of his shirt pocket and he bent to unlock the chest... The door creeked open. Sakyou rolled in the breakfast and left the room silently without saying a word.

"I'll take care of it later" Daija said, putting away the key and leaving the chest for after his morning rituals.

OOC: Nothing trained or learned.

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

Daija finished his breakfast, bathed, and dressed himself in his usual black clothes. It was a typical day in Sunagakure, it was blazingly hot, so Daija decided to stay indoors. He returned to the chest he had left off earlier, taking out the key and unlocking the chest.

Daija looked down at the contents of the chest, a scroll explaining the method for producing the Hotarimizu poison, a scroll outlining the Oshin no Jutsu, and several primers explaining basics of poison use and genjutsu. This chest had always been in his room, he received the key at the dinner held in his honour after the graduation. He was expected to learn the contents of the poison and genjutsu scrolls, then burn them to protect the secret.

He took out the scroll for the Hotarimizu: Oshin no jutsu, the most basic of the clan's jutsu. Carrying it over to his desk he opened it up and started to read. A lot of it seemed like gibberish to him, it made constant reference to properties of poisons and to theory on genjutsu. "I guess I'll need the texts in that chest too"

He walked over to the snake chest and took out a book called Venom and the Mind: Hebitsukai Basics written by the clan founder Monuke. Finally he had access to the observations on the enhancement of genjutsu through poison. He read all he could on the alteration of perception through manipulating the senses of a person. Bit by bit the Oshin no jutsu scroll started to make more sense. However, he was starting to hit a brick wall. He needed more information on the specific poison that worked with this jutsu, so he turned to the Hotarimizu ingredients and preperation scroll.

He was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by the amount of learning to get done, luckily the poison scroll was pretty straight forward: it listed the ingredients, the necessary ratio and the effects of each ingredient.

Noticing the declining sun, Daija decided to try out making his first poison. He hurried out of his room, full of excitement at the prospect of his first poison, and rushed downstairs and out the door. *COUGH* *COUGH* he gagged on the sand that was blowing through the courtyard of the clan's main mansion and hurried towards the storehouse.

"Good afternoon poison master", he said bowing "I have a request for some supplies."

"Ah, I was anticipating this day youn master, here this is a gift for you." The poison master passed him a ebony box embroidered with red leather and gold snakes.

"Snakes again" Daija thought again as he took the box.

"That kit has everything you need for making basic poisons, come back to restock whenever you need to, and for today I'm closing up as it is getting late, you better get some sleep."

"Thank you poison master" Daija shuffled out of the storehouse to get away from the ancient apothacary, who was a distant relative of his. *YAWN* "Hmm, I guess I really should get some sleep, its been a long day."

OOC:
Day 1 completed
Intelligence/logic +1/2
Genjutsu +1/2
Learning Oshin no Jutsu 1/3
Learning clan poison 1/x (I don't know how long I'm gonna take on that, probably finish it in the next post.)

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

It was a morning much like the morning before, Daija hated the desert scenery. He just couldn't find it within himself to develop a fondness for sand and rock, but the clan was loyal to this desolate land.

Sitting at a desk in the study, he was reading the poison scroll and the Hebitsukai basics book again. Today he was going to get some hands-on experience.

The blood red kit he had received last night was open before him, its colour foreshadowing the ominous intention of the substances it contained.

"Just need to gather up the tools I need." He said.

Unsuprisingly, there weren't any mortors, pestles or any of the elaborate glass implements needed for preparing the ingredients sitting around in the study. This meant another dreaded journey to the Poison Master, that vile old man who spent his days milking snakes and growing herbs. He could picture the old man now, wrinkled tanned skin, long black robe frayed at the ends of the sleeve, rotten teeth, and finger tips stained by the tainted plants he worked with. "Poison Master?" He ventured, walking into the old man's cavern.

The master was hunched over his desk in the storehouse grinding up some orange plant, he dropped it into his hand, checking it for the perfect consistancy. "Hmm, ah the young serpent has come to see me again." He said looking up at Daija standing accross the room from him. "You can't have used up all your supplies yet have you?"

"No, I just needed some tools for preparing the poison, empty bottles, reflux collums, and a simple mortor and pestle."

"Huh, oh yes there are plenty over there." He said waving his hand absent mindedly in the general direction of a dark room in the back of the storehouse.

Daija walked pass the strange old man and ventured into the dark room, noticing the shelves of alien plants, and the rare preserved animal parts. He arrived at a dusty shelf covered with everything he needed, he packed them up and left in a hurry. Not daring to look at the repulsive man, "I wonder why he bothers me so much."

Arriving back at the study he set up all the apparatus, ground the necessary herbs, distilled the venom, and seperated the toxic element from the crushed herbs. It was a process he had always witnessed his entire life, he had received training on the use of these implements long before becomming a genin. Finally mixing together the final mixture, he had created his very first bottle of Hotarimizu poison. Now he just needed to test it to make sure it works...

"Sakyou, I need you get in here." Daija started calling, deciding the best person to test it on was his loyal servant.

"Yes, Daija-sama?"

As Sakyou stood there waiting for a command, Daija dipped a tip of a knife in poison, walked over to Sakyou and cut him on the arm. "Now tell me, do you feel anything?"

"Hotarimizu poison sir? I have slightly blurred vision, it works sir. I remember when your father used to test his poison's on me."

"Good, you may leave now." Daija was very pleased that the poison had been a success.

OOC:
Hotarimizu poison learned (I guess lol)
Intelligence/logic 2/2 (+1 Stat point, from the reading and the chemistry :p)

[Bartimaeus]

Approved poison
approved intel
Int +1

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

The Sun hung in the sky, eminating that stifling heat everyone in Suna knew so well. A slight breeze helped to lighten the burden, the source of relief blew small grains of sand through the air. "I hate this sand it gets into everything, in my hair, my eyes, ..." Daija suddenly spat, "and in my mouth too."

Daija was in a remote section of the clan compound with his loyal servant Sakyou. Today he was struggling with the Oshin no Jutsu scroll again, starting to feel he understood it. Sakyou had spent the day repeatedly being poisoned with the hotarimizu poison, and he didn't seem to look so good.

Sakyou: Sir, I think I might need a break.

Daija: You aren't getting a break until this works, if you don't vomit we aren't going home.

Daija ran through the hand seals slowly, concentrating on the proper order, concentrating on the necessary manipulation of chakra that is required to manipulate the senses of another person.

Daija: Now don't take your eyes off me Sakyou. Hotarimizu: Oshin no Jutsu!

Sakyou stood there, looking a little ill from the heavy dossage of poison, but no vomit, not even a little bit of gagging. Sweat dripped from Daija's brow, the heat and the heavy use of chakra was starting to get to him. "I need to focus more, put my all into this, I'm not waiting another day to make this work."

Sakyou: Maybe you should take a break sir, we can try again tomo...

Daija: ARRRG!!! HOTARIMIZU: OSHIN NO JUTSU!!!!

The pale servant stopped mid-sentence, and stood there, staring vacantly. He was caught in the illusion, Daija focused his all on Sakyou pushing himself to the limit to make this work.


Sakyou: Maybe you should take a break sir, we can try again tomo...

Daija: ARRRG!!! HOTARIMIZU: OSHIN NO JUTSU!!!!

Sakyou: Sir, I think we should sto...

Sakyou felt a crawling sensation in his stomach, he recognized the feeling, he had experienced this technique before. Sakyou gagged, a bitter taste in his mouth, scratching little legs in his throat, he bent over and opened his mouth to retch. A stream of grotesque insects, maggots, centipedes. Even when you know its fake, it is never a pleasant experience.

Sakyou came back to his senses, feeling intensely nauseous, he clutched at his stomach trying to resist the urge, but it was too much and he vomitted bile onto the dry sand.

Daija was breathing heavily, "Finally, we can stop for today now," Daija rolled up his scrolls and started walking wearily towards his home, leaving his sick servant behind.

He stumbled through the doorway and collapsed on the ground, exhausted, not used to any kind of work.

OOC:
Stamina increased
Genjutsu ability increased
Oshin no jutsu learned (clan jutsu)

[Bartimaeus]

WOW!!! I like the way you use genjutsu! Approved! Keep the good work and you might get a star!

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

The morning started like the morning before, and the one before that. Sakyou brought breakfast, and Daija ate alone in his room, away from his familly. Except today there was a note from his mother.


You will begin weapons training with the clan's weapon master today, you are expected at 10:00 am, be sure not to be late. Reading material will be sent to your room for you to study.

Hebitsukai Misuzu


Daija looked at the pile of books and scrolls that now layered a corner of his room. He could already sense this was going to be a bad day, he was about to go back to sleep when he noticed a second note attached to the first.


Be sure to pick up the required supplies

Hari (http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z57/SoStore/ninjahari.jpg)
40 for $20
Fukibari (http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z57/SoStore/ninjafukibari.jpg)
15 for $10
Kunai (http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z57/SoStore/ninja-kunai.jpg)
4 for $28.00
Shuriken (http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z57/SoStore/ninja-shuriken.jpg)
5 for $20.00
Poison Dart (http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z57/SoStore/ninja-poisondart.jpg)
2 for $16.00
Soldier Pill:
2 for $70.00
Tinderbox:
1 for $20.00
Bottle of Water:
5 for $5.00
Smoke Bomb:
2 for $10.00
Bandage Wrapping:
20 feet for $10.00
Canteens:
1 for $5.00
Pouch:
1 for $15.00
Kunai Holster:
1 for $15.00
Backpack:
1 for $25.00

Total = $269

They all be gotten at the local Ninja Necessities store.

Hebitsukai Rika, weapons master.


A few moments later, Daija was seen dashing through the streets of Sunagakure, he would have to hurry to get the supplies and make the appointment on time.

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The training grounds were in a circular court yard surrounded by high clay walls and a large building, which was the home of the weapons master. Dummies and targets stood around the walls, weapons racks, and other devices which Daija didn't recognize.

Daija stood near the gate looking at the deserted grounds, guessing the space had been reserved for private lessons, all the way on the other side was Her. The infamous weapon master, deadly vixen, dressed in tight leather, adept at the use of an incrompehensible array of weapons, fear on too legs with a killer set of breast, but above it all she was his least favourite aunt. He hated her, because he always felt a bit guilty around her, to be honest she always seemed a bit over sexual.

She was silhouetted in the sun, a needle purched between her lips. She strutted slowly up to Daija, looking impervious to the effects of the raging sun. She pulled the needle slowly out of her mouth, it seemed like an eternity until it finally burst out.

Rika: Hmmmm, it's a - nice to see you again Daija, we will start with this.

She said holding out the needle, apparently for Daija's appreciation.

Rika: Do you know what this is? Of course you do, its a fukibari, a very useful device for suprising someone and poisoning them. Such a beautiful weapon, slender and unassuming, hidden and deadly, makes you want to stare at it for hours, touch it, stroke its cold metalic length.

Daija realized she was even more insane than he had previously thought.

Rika: Ok, we will start now, did you bring your own fukibari - Good.

She then turned arround and six needles flew out of her mouth slamming into the neck of a dummy on the otherside of the court.

Rika: Mmmm, would you like to try my little nephew?

She handed him the needle she had taken out of her mouth earlier.

Daija: *gulp* um ok.

Daija tried to lauch the needle from his mouth, but it landed a few feet infront of him on the ground. Rika put her hand on his head and bent down to whisper in his ear.

Rika: You have to use more... tongue.

OOC: Introduction to the use of Fukibari, but not learned.
Weaponry skill increased slightly?

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

Daija woke up, refreshed from having a day off from training, the mission yesterday had been successful and he was ready to get back to work. After he had eaten, he got to work doing some reading before attending the training grounds with Rika.


The fukibari is for short range use, many have wondered if it could ever be as effective a weapon as a bow and arrow, or other projectile weapons. However, in the hands of an expert it can be a very accurate and deadly weapon. Ninjas have had to use special darts with poisened tips in order for it to work effectively, and fire it from a concealed location; it would be even better to fire the fukibari into the enemy's eyes. Most often, it is used similarly to a shuriken: as a distraction.


Rika was her usual self that day, she stood facing a wall with five straw dummies, with a fluid motion of her arms five clunks could be heard in quick succession, and each dummy had a kunai planted in what would be the forehead of a humanbeing. "A my nephew, enjoying the show? I missed you yesterday, I was all alone with my weapons." She said as she turned towards Daija. "We will continue from where we left off yesterday, have you been studying."

"Yes, I read up on the fukibari." The genin answered her bluntly.

"Then start, I'll observe."

The ninja in training worked at launching the two inch long needles from his mouth over and over. The sun was passed overhead as the morning moved on to the afternoon, yet Daija still had not succeeded in hitting the target where he wanted. He had managed to get enough power to launch the needle effectively to 10 metres, but his aim at that distance was atrocious. By the 40th time he had failed to hit the target, the boy quit.
"I'm leaving! I've had enough."

"Hmph, some heir to our clan we have, giving up on a simple thing like using fukibari, a very basic technique." Rika taunted her nephew as he stormed by, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"I'm not quitting, I'm just ... ah ... I'm just hungry, I'm going to get something to eat."

"No, don't lie to me little nephew, you are quitting."

"I'm not quitting!"

"Now you are angry at me, sounds like you've been caught."

"I'm not quitting!" He yelled, stomping back to the target in a rage, concealing the fukibari and ... there it was the needle was stuck in the target for the first time that day.

"Rage seems to be good motivation for you nephew, or maybe it's pride that drives you. Hmmf" She said as her words drifted off in a fit of chuckling. The woman was insane.

With the added confidence from the first success, Daija improved rapidly managing to hit the target regularly. It was a long day as he stumbled home starving. "I hate this sun."

ooc: Ability to use Fukibari basically, one fukibari accurate up to 5m very close range.
Dexterity increased slightly.

[Bartimaeus]

Awesome!
approved btw

[i_feel_tiredsleepy]

It was one of the warmest days of the year, and Rika sat under a parasol sipping some colourful drink while Daija ran back and forth in the sun spitting needles at targets. "The heat is unbearable today", she said. He stopped training and looked over at his current sensei, she had her head tilted back and her lips parted, trying to cool herself the way a dog would. The genin couldn't help staring at her breast, since she wasn't doing much to hide them.

Daija: How can you be hot when you wear almost no clothing.

She had shed her usual full body leather, for a leather tank top and shorts, it was hard to say if more skin was exposed or covered.

Rika: Aww, my wittle nephew, you know you like it, but hmm I don't remember telling you to rest. You have to be able to hit targets while moving if you want to be a successful ninja.

Daija: I know, I know, stop nagging me already!

*CRACK*

Daija was flat on the ground, his aunt was standing over him with a smirk on her face. She moistened her dry lips and laughed, taking great joy in subduing a 13 year old.

Rika: You are slow and pathetic nephew.

She lifted him up and looked him straight in the face, he could feel and smell her breath on his face. Her expression grew serious as she spoke.

Rika: And never yell at me again, understand? You have improved your use of the fukibari, but you are still too slow. Hmmm, I have an idea to make us both happy, it should force you to improve your speed, and it will let you go home early. All you have to do... is play a game with me.

She smiled widely as she said the word game, the young boy didn't think this was going to make him happy at all.

Daija: What kind of game?

Rika: Oh a fun one... well fun for me. The rules are simple, you run and I...

She paused, probably for dramatic effect, as she displayed her hands to Daija, 8 hari, four in each hand. "What the? Where did she get those?"
Her smile grew even wider as she saw the look of worry develop on the boys face.

Rika: I think you get the idea... HAHAHAHA, hmmf, now it is time for you to run my little nephew.

The genin made an about face and ran for it, he didn't make it far before the first needle came by leaving a large cut on the top of his shoulder.

Rika: Don't run in a straight line idiot!!

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10 MINUTES LATER

Daija layed face down in the sand, the pain was excruciating as the small granules worked their way into his cuts.

Rika: Now that's what I call fun. HAHAHA! You can go home now nephew, take a few days off to recover. Oh, and consider the condition you would be in if I hadn't just been playing with you.

The servants would have a handful treating all of the heir's multiple cuts when he recovered enough to make his way out of the training grounds.

ooc: Fukibari accurate to 5.5m
Speed increased.

[Bartimaeus]

Damn! I think I approved it already!
Alright!

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-Iron Fist