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PostPosted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 3:28 am 
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~Four Months Ago~

The meditation room in the Kazekage's office was located behind a door on the leftmost side of the office. It was added during Mikaeru's reign, and while often unused, it was a space where the Kazekage could attain the utmost privacy, as it was protected by a series of seals known only to the Kazekage, away from prying eyes and the burdensome responsibilities that could plague the office of a kage. It was larger than the the office itself, and was completely devoid of features. It was blank and empty, its only notable features being its doors and its walls. Unlike the rest of the sandstone building, the walls of the meditation room were reinforced with slabs of thick concrete, which made it perfect for training powerful jutsu in complete privacy, in addition to allowing the kage to develop his own techniques in utter privacy.

But today, the room was not completely private. Shingen, the disciple of the Kazekage, lingered in the room. He was alone, at least for the moment, sitting cross-legged in the middle room, doing his best to meditate. And he was failing.

Horribly.

Shingen, a chuunin at this point in time, was not the most patient of people. Surrounded by nothing but his thoughts, he squirmed uncomfortably. Was he supposed to mumble some kind of mantra? Was he supposed to do some yoga posts? He wasn't really sure, and he wasn't sure why he was called here, and and he wasn't sure why his sensei wasn't here yet.

What exactly was going on?

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Constitution: Proficient
Stamina: Masterful
Reflex: Proficient
Coordination: Masterful
Wisdom: Proficient

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PostPosted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 3:53 am 
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Were there a single thing to learn about the Kazekage, especially in the sense of his day-to-day mannerisms, the thing most apparent to those new to him would be that he did not knock. He most certainly did not knock when he entered one of the handful of chambers that comprised his personal apartments within the Sandcastle. He most certainly did not knock when the only person in one of said chambers was someone that most would consider his student. The Kazekage, Kyōsuke, was not entirely certain the Shingen was, in fact, his student. Around Shingen, he mostly felt the guilt of his failures as a teacher, as a reflection of his father and his line, as a son.

As the Kazekage.

Today, that would change. He had called Shingen to his meditation room to begin one of a handful of what would be the true lessons that his disciple would have to overcome should he be capable of such—should he be capable of letting go of himself and his own burdens—though Kyōsuke knew the task would be much to ask of the boy. There was, after all, only so much that could be expected of him, for he was hardly more than a particularly troubled child with perhaps more promise than most his age. Nonetheless, he had to begin learning quickly.

Kyōsuke shut the door deftly behind him, sealing him in with his student. His student would likely recognise the Kazekage's outfit as that which he had not worn in a good long while. The tight-fitting blacks and greys of the garb of the village's ANBU, beneath their outer-wear and their armor; the long-sleeved shirt, belt, pants, shoes, and what for others would seem a conspicuous lack of a headband. Kyōsuke strode to the centre of the room in but a handful of steps, coming to a stop before Shingen.

"Sit in seiza," he said, tone flat, "empty your mind."

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Kyōsuke Chikamatsu
Strength: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Constitution: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Stamina: Epic (200 SP, 60 SP with Taijutsu, 60 SP with Ninjutsu)
Coordination: Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex: Masterful (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Wisdom: Legendary (Major Advantage with Genjutsu, Godlike with Fūinjutsu, Godlike with Taijutsu)

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PostPosted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 4:12 am 
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Opening his eyes as his sensei entered the room, Shingen groaned in displeasure, reluctantly shifting his sitting position from cross-legged to the traditional seiza, his legs tucked beneath him. To the chuunin, it was much more uncomfortable, but he always knew it was something preferred by his sensei, the stubborn traditionalist that he was. If his sensei were somewhat different, Shingen might have audibly protested or even defied his sensei, but Kyousuke wasn't the type of person to be easily crossed. Shingen was aware of that fact just from the way that the hairs stood on the back of his neck just from looking at the Kazekage, or from the way that Shingen could feel when Kyousuke entered the room, even with his eyes closed. The murderous aura given off by the Kazekage was almost overwhelming, and then the kage's presence first crossed into Shingen's mind, the brief fear of never leaving the room danced through Shingen's mind.

But he pushed those thoughts away. Despite Kyousuke's murderous intent, he was Shingen's sensei and teacher. He would never actually hurt Shingen, at least not without good reason or benefit. He knew that Kyousuke cared, at least in his own way. He just couldn't help turning off his aura that made anyone who looked at him fear their own immediate demises. The chuunin could (fondly?) recall many instances where he hid behind Shui's legs, in a vain attempt to escape his teacher. In the beginning, Satoru had always been the more appealing teacher, which was saying something given his stern nature.

"Easier said than done," Shingen grumbled, having shifted into the seiza. Shingen's mind was always constantly abuzz, lending to the process of emptying his mind being quite difficult. Taking in a deep breath, Shingen exhaled slowly, trying to empty his mind of all his thoughts.

Focusing intently, he reached no result. Eventually, he decided to just let go, instead. Don't try to hard, just let them drip out one by one.

The training weights dragging at his legs, gone.

The overbearing sensei before him, gone.

The demon haunting his being, gone.

The girl that danced in his dreams... gone.

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Retribution for retribution beckons in a right world
Gratitude paid with gratitude calls in a beautiful world
I will never stop, that is my providence
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Strength: Proficient
Constitution: Proficient
Stamina: Masterful
Reflex: Proficient
Coordination: Masterful
Wisdom: Proficient

Genjutsu Specialist, Bukijutsu Specialist, Ninjutsu Minor, Kuchiyose Minor


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PostPosted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 4:34 am 
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Washing over him, his student's words were nothing more than wind to him as Kyōsuke himself emptied his mind. The task was not easy, but he had managed it hundreds of times before. He knew that he would manage it again. Far from his mind fell his guilt, his sense of self, and even his purpose for letting go. As if in a dream, as if his actions were outside of his control, he joined Shingen on the floor, mirroring his seated position. His arm stretched out in front of him, grazing the boy's forehead.

"Now open your mind to me," he heard a voice other than his own say with his mouth.

Before the words even finished forming, Kyōsuke could already feel his heart dropping into his stomach as the sense of weightlessness took hold of him. At once, he was outside of himself, looking down upon the seated outlines of the Kazekage and his student. From above, they looked not like a master and a student seated together, but two islands, lonely and adrift, seated very far apart. Kyōsuke had neither blinked nor looked away before the scenery before him had changed.

He found himself grounded once more, if any solid surface in Kakuriyo could be called the ground. He, and his student, were standing, facing one another, in a snowy courtyard within Yoru. All around them, the blurred outlines of buildings, lanterns, the distant cloudy sky and the far-off sounds of bustle filled the senses. None of it, Kyōsuke knew, was real. Not to him, at least. To the fox spirits, it would no doubt be as real as any other thing, but to him the spirit world felt like little more than an elaborate play.

Nonetheless, it would be the perfect stage for his lesson.

[Techniques used:
Kohō: Kokei]

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Kyōsuke Chikamatsu
Strength: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Constitution: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Stamina: Epic (200 SP, 60 SP with Taijutsu, 60 SP with Ninjutsu)
Coordination: Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex: Masterful (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Wisdom: Legendary (Major Advantage with Genjutsu, Godlike with Fūinjutsu, Godlike with Taijutsu)

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PostPosted: Thu Jan 25, 2018 10:24 pm 
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The feeling that rushed over the chuunin was indescribable. It was kind of like floating, or flying, a feeling that Shingen had experienced many times, yet it was so, so different. He wasn't sure if it was his soul, his consciousness, or what that had left his body, but he gazed down at himself and his sensei across from him, before shooting through what felt like reality itself, before landing in a fuzzy world altogether different from the one in which he had previously resided. Gazing around at the new scenery, his blue eyes wide with wonder, Shingen couldn't help but gasp in awe. There was a bustle of would-be scenes, all dancing with blurred lines. He couldn't make out one specific building from another, but the hazy glow from the blurry lanterns gave the entire place a comfortable and homey feeling, like a candle's glow just before one fall's asleep.

The courtyard in which the two stood reminded him of the snowy courtyards of the Kumogakure temple where Shingen had spent many months. If he had the time, he might have nostalgically reflected upon such things, but the extraordinary circumstances of his present situation forced him in a different direction instead. Hopping onto his feet, Shingen approached his master, full of wonder and excitement. "Sensei, what was that?! Where are we?"

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Gratitude paid with gratitude calls in a beautiful world
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Strength: Proficient
Constitution: Proficient
Stamina: Masterful
Reflex: Proficient
Coordination: Masterful
Wisdom: Proficient

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PostPosted: Thu Feb 08, 2018 3:36 pm 
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It was not difficult to read the excitement on his student's face, even in the hazy world of Kakuriyo.

"Sensei, what was that?! Where are we?" Shingen asked as he leapt to his feet. Kyōsuke knew that even a simple, direct answer would be difficult to deliver to the boy in any sort of timely manner. The best way to explain it would be to show him. Kyōsuke looked about them, searching for the woman he expected to be waiting for them, having visited with her last night in his dreams. Myōnichi, in her human garb, stood at the stoop of one of the doors around the courtyard, looking over the two of them.

"I don't think you'll teach him anything from over there, Myōnichi," the Kazekage called, partially in jest, "especially given the boy's predilection for learning best with first-hand experience." Myōnichi, for her part, remained silent. She was taller than the boy, but only slightly, as slender as an arrow but mostly hidden beneath a large blue jūnihitoe, had fiercely-piercing eyes like ice, and had an imperious aura about her. When she moved toward the two of them, stepping down from the stoop, she seemed to walk as Kyōsuke did; striding sharply and quickly, as if she would lunge were she able, her hair—long ghostly black silk—streamed behind her as if it were lighter than air. Kyōsuke, unlike Shingen, knew that it was very well possible within Kakuriyo that her hair was in fact lighter than the air around them. Myōnichi came to a halt between the two, appearing to ignore Kyōsuke entirely, directly in front of Shingen. She remained quiet as she visibly looked him up and down.

"This one? He's so—"

"He is my student. If that doesn't tell you all that you need to know about the kind of person that he is, or what he can take, then coming here will have been a waste of time." Though his words bit, Kyōsuke's face, as ever remained almost entirely impassive. Myōnichi likewise seemed unfased. Her eyes, if the boy could read them through the haze, were flushed with doubt. All the same, she stepped back from between the two. "Shingen, this is Myōnichi. She will help me in instructing you. She is my peer, and you shall treat her as such. She is a master of an ancient style practiced by her kind. You shall address her as such. She was once shishō to me, and so now shall she be to you. I was once her jikideshi. So now shall you be to her. Steel yourself, Shingen, for Nanbyakudō can only take you so far on its own."

Kyōsuke stepped back as he finished, drawing himself back into the posture that he had spent years of time in practice for. The act brought out from him all of the memories of his own time being conditioned day and night—if the celestial cycle could truly be used to measure time in Kakuriyo—in order to begin to master even the most basic of steps in the mastery of the styles of the kitsune.

As little more than a boy himself really, before he had become a jōnin, the kitsune had come to him in his dreams. Where most would react to a spirit speaking to them as they slept with fear or wonder, Kyōsuke's cynical attitude left his association with the kitsune as what seemed to him to be some kind of recurring nightmare whose origins he could not pin down. It took a large amount of emotional and physical strain in the waking world for him to relent to the requests from the world he found in the night. In the strange haven he found with Kakuriyo, he also discovered great power and wisdom in those who inhabited it.

Mastering Okiru was a process almost completely alien to mastering other Katon techniques, for Kyōsuke. Chakra control, though an important concept to grasp when moulding and outputting chakra through the breath as with a great many Katon techniques, is practically impossible to grasp in its full depth while adherent exclusively to the tradition of common techniques. In order to accomplish the ridiculous feat of familiarity with chakra control so as to make the flow of chakra exuded across a vast majority of the body's surface area something controllable as if second nature, Kyōsuke had to receive practically countless hours of instruction from a number of instructors on how to best conceptualise the process.

The process of mastering the style of combat suited to Okiru's use was yet more difficult, being completely counter-intuitive for someone used to the taijutsu of shinobi. It required not only that one master stances, styles of movement, and a fine control over Okiru in a practical setting, but also an intimate understanding of several, in some cases incompatible, states of mind to be assumed when switching from one form to another.

He knew that Shingen would be able to learn the art to the technique much more easily than he had. The difficulty in their lesson would be in showing his student how to use the technique once he grew able to regularly control it.

"—or would you rather that I show him, Kyōsuke?" Myōnichi asked, sounding impatient. Kyōsuke's eyes, refocusing, drew over to where she had moved to. He had evidently lost track of his thoughts while she had been speaking.

"As you will. Shingen, step back," his left hand raised, pointing to a line in the stone visible through the thin layer of snow, "she will start slowly. Keep your distance when you begin, or you will regret it." All the while as he spoke, he kept his eyes locked with Myōnichi's. "To answer your question, Shingen, we tread atop the stones of a courtyard of spirits, amidst a world of spirits, made ourselves of our spirits. Those to whom I am bound are called kitsune, and with their help I shall instruct you in an art passed between them for aeons. The purpose of this lesson is something for you to meditate on."

As Shingen made his way to one side of the courtyard, the kitsune made her way to the opposite, kimono trailing as she walked. Turning to face him once more, she awaited the command to initiate her demonstration.

[Techniques trained: Okiru, Meiyokaifuku-ryū]

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Kyōsuke Chikamatsu
Strength: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Constitution: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Stamina: Epic (200 SP, 60 SP with Taijutsu, 60 SP with Ninjutsu)
Coordination: Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex: Masterful (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Wisdom: Legendary (Major Advantage with Genjutsu, Godlike with Fūinjutsu, Godlike with Taijutsu)

Fūinjutsu Specialist, Genjutsu Specialist, Kuchiyose Specialist, Ninjutsu Specialist, Sensory Minor, Taijutsu Specialist


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PostPosted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:45 am 
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Heeding the advice of his teacher, even if he didn't understand all of the fancy words and titles that he said, Shingen did as he was instructed. He took several large steps back, until he rested on the other side of a line placed at the far edge of the courtyard, across from Myounichi. Shingen still wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but his sensei seemed very serious now. Even more so than usual. Clearly, this was place was very important to him. "A spirit world, huh..." Shingen thought, his interest having been piqued. Maybe this is where his soul would go when he died. He wondered if there were other spirits here, besides the fox-spirits that were bound to his master. But that was a question for another time, no matter how badly Shingen might have wanted to ponder on it or ask questions. If he interrupted the proceedings now, he had a feeling that Kyousuke would sent him straight to the shadowrealm- or, a more shadowy realm than the one that they were already in.

"Oh, hold on a second!" Shingen suddenly interjected, dropping onto the ground in a cross-legged sitting position. He reached for his feet, tugging down his socks to reveal the training weights tied around his legs. Vaguely, Shingen wondered about the physics of how all this worked. Since he wasn't inhabiting his real body, did these weights have any, well, weight? Where they spirit-weights? Did they weigh down the soul? Did that mean they were full of his insecurities? Regardless of it all, Shingen shed the weights that bound his ankles, hopping back up onto his feet and lightly bouncing from one foot to another.

"Phew, that feels a lot better! Okay, I'm ready, shishou-sensei!"

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Gratitude paid with gratitude calls in a beautiful world
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Strength: Proficient
Constitution: Proficient
Stamina: Masterful
Reflex: Proficient
Coordination: Masterful
Wisdom: Proficient

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"Oh, hold on a second!" the boy shouted, dropping onto the ground in his cross-legged fashion, reaching to unfasten his training weights. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kyōsuke congratulated the boy for taking his words on keeping his distance to heart. More pressingly, though, Kyōsuke mulled over the boy's lacking strength, for a stronger Shingen would have no need to shed the weights so quickly. Nonetheless, the boy leapt back to his feet, bouncing from one foot to another.
"Phew, that feels a lot better! Okay, I'm ready, shishō-sensei!" the words came, grating on Kyōsuke's ears.

"Shishō. It's a full title. Pay attention to her as she moves, take note of what you see her doing, and consider my words as you evade her," Kyōsuke intoned as he motioned for Myōnichi to start. A slight smile split her serious guise as she slid her rear foot back, almost indeterminably beneath the junihitōe, before, in a burst, appearing to flicker as if she were oil onto which a match had been dropped; across the entire surface of her body, a wild wave of flame, red-on-white, lashed outward nearly a meter in every direction, blackening the ground around her and causing any feature that had before defined her appearance—her kimono included—to vanish into the fire. In that same split-second, the blaze receded, still engulfing the kitsune but remaining comparatively stable and reserved.

It was in comparison alone though that it would seem more reserved than the moment before, as the air around her appeared to darken as she burned, and the walking column of flame that she had become cast long dancing shadows across the already dimly-lit courtyard. After Shingen had had a moment to absorb what he had witnessed, she began to move towards him. First at a slow pace, she took one step and then another, with the flame at her feet pulsing white as it came into contact with the stone.

"You understand Katon well. You know how to mould it, and you have a basic understanding of how to shape it. Okiru, this technique," he explained, gesturing to Myōnichi, "involves using the Katon chakra that you mould by letting go of it, allowing it to flow outwards from your body to engulf you. This process will feel, for you, similar to the feeling of the Niibi's chakra cloak."

As Kyōsuke spoke, Myōnichi continued the demonstration. Advancing more quickly towards Shingen, though not quite at a full sprint, she raised her arms above her head in a manner that would appear strange to the boy. Kyōsuke too, when he had underwent the training process for several of the kata of Meiyokaifuku-ryū, found many individual components completely counter-intuitive; almost impossible to prepare to face, the manner in which a Shokuzaidōka goes about fighting is something best reacted to rather than fought against. Kyōsuke hoped that Shingen would understand that. The roll that Myōnichi intended to perform would be devastatingly quick, even by the boy's standards, and so remaining where he was would spell disaster for him.

"Try it as you retreat, Shingen. Know that it will hurt, and will always hurt, but that you can control it—the pain and the fire—and that you can use it. Like any technique, it is a matter of mind and practice over matter. Once you understand how to control the strength of the blaze, you can make it second nature. Once it is second nature to you, we can show you what to do with it."

[Techniques trained: Jion no Kata]

[Techniques used:
By Myōnichi,
Okiru - S-Rank
Kohō: Kurozumu - E-Rank

Relevant attributes:
Myōnichi's,
Strength - Masterful
Constitution - Masterful (for the purposes of Durability; incoming strikes' Strength reduced by up to a tier for each advantage the Myōnichi's precognitive level is above an attacker's Agility or Dexterity, whichever is higher)
Stamina - Masterful
Coordination - Masterful
Reflex - Epic
Wisdom - Epic

Stamina remaining: Myōnichi - 130]

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Kyōsuke Chikamatsu
Strength: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Constitution: Average (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Stamina: Epic (200 SP, 60 SP with Taijutsu, 60 SP with Ninjutsu)
Coordination: Masterful (Major Advantage with Ninjutsu)
Reflex: Masterful (Minor Advantage with Taijutsu)
Wisdom: Legendary (Major Advantage with Genjutsu, Godlike with Fūinjutsu, Godlike with Taijutsu)

Fūinjutsu Specialist, Genjutsu Specialist, Kuchiyose Specialist, Ninjutsu Specialist, Sensory Minor, Taijutsu Specialist


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It would be a lie if Shingen said that the thought of something hurting as much as his previous experiences with Matatabi's chakra cloak wasn't horrifying. The thought of learning a technique that hurt as much visibly dampened his spirits, causing the grin on his face to falter. He wasn't given too much time to mope, however, as he was quickly placed under pressure from the kitsune, who seemed to exude an aura of darkness that Shingen didn't think was too unlike his own sensei.

Myounichi's movements were completely foreign to Shingen, he wasn't exactly sure what their purpose or their style was. It caught him off guard, but he was still able to react smoothly. She wasn't so fast that his eyes couldn't see her, and she wasn't so fast that Shingen wouldn't be able to outpace her. Myounichi's movements forward were met with a swift retreat from Shingen, whose speed exceeded her own. He took exactly enough steps backwards to move only as far back as she did forward, thus keeping the distance between them exactly the same as when they had started. It was a bit of a flashy display, but after seeing Myounichi move slower than he, he couldn't deny that he wanted to show off, at least a little bit, in-front of the people that already knew his secret. Perhaps, after all of this was done, he would impress the Kazekage enough to earn a promotion.

As he moved back, the chuunin let his chakra flow around his body, an aura of blue flame covering his form, dancing and shimmering around him, with a thin circlet of fire, like a glittering crown, forming around his head. This was the second reason for his flashy show; perhaps it would distract from the fact that he was not using Okiru. He had chickened out. After hearing that it would be similar to Matatabi's chakra cloak, the painful stages of which Shingen strongly wanted to avoid ever using again, his resolve in the spirit world had been shaken. Normally, Shingen would dive into something head-first, regardless of the pain that Kyousuke promised it would inflict. He was simply used to that as Kyousuke's style of teaching. However, Nibi's chakra cloak was something much more personal, intertwined with a deeply painful memory that haunted Shingen even in his waking hours. In a moment almost entirely uncharacteristic of the young chuunin, he hesitated.

He was clad not in Okiru, but his own poor imitation of it. He always had a talent for creating techniques, even after observing something only a single time. Instead of the painful chakra flow that his two superiors had suggested, Shingen opted for something much less intimate; a non-painful and shallow covering of the body with Katon chakra. A simple Blue Flame Armor, practical enough, but nothing more than a poor imitation of the skill displayed by his teachers.

The boy turned his gaze to stare at the distorted ground shamefully. He knew he had hesitated, and he could practically imagine the kind of scolding he might receive from Kyousuke. In a true battle, a moment of hesitation could mean the death of yourself or your companions. Shingen had been too afraid, too nervous, to try a technique that was comparable to his most feared memories, and opted for a poor on-the-fly mimicry instead. All he could offer was a weak apology.

"I'm sorry," he said, letting the blue flames flicker out of existence. "I'll try it again."

Techniques Used;
Blue Flame Armor - C-rank, B-rank strength

Relevant Stats;
Agility: Legendary

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Retribution for retribution beckons in a right world
Gratitude paid with gratitude calls in a beautiful world
I will never stop, that is my providence
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Strength: Proficient
Constitution: Proficient
Stamina: Masterful
Reflex: Proficient
Coordination: Masterful
Wisdom: Proficient

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