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‘Push push.. it’s almost out.. just a little effort now, you can do it.’ ‘ARRGGHHHH’ she let out with all the force she could muster as the cry on a newly born baby filled the labor room. The moment the child was out, the rain poured down as the room grew cold. The baby was shown to the mother as a smile escaped her lips and tired face. She was glad that she had done it, her first son he was. The baby and the mother were cleaned up as the doctor exited the labor room to break the good news to the woman’s husband who was now the father of a bouncing baby boy. The doctor found him sitting at the reception and he was rather surprised. His wife was in the labor room yet he remained so calm. The man was a former monk who had undergone a lot of training to calm himself so keeping calm in a situation like this was the least thing that had ever happened to him. He stood up as the doctor walked up to him. ‘Any news?’ He asked. “Congratulations Mr. Sero, your wife has just delivered a bouncing baby boy.” The doctor said to the man as he shook his hand. “They are being cleaned up and you’ll be able to see them soon enough.” The doctor said as he walked away. The expression on the young man’s face was nothing else but joy. The baby had stayed in his wife’s womb for close to twelve months and He was now a father and he was proud about it. A son to father, to teach what he had learnt, to guide on the rough path of life. It was beautiful.

The mother and child were soon cleaned up and taken to another ward where people could come to visit them. A nurse came to fetch the young man and took him to the room where his wife and child was. He thanked her and walked into the room to see his beloved family. His wife was resting on the bed while the child was in a small baby cot right next to her. He walked up to the bed and sat by his wife and child. The radiant smile on his face made his wife the happiest woman on earth as she felt like she had given her husband so much joy for him to smile this much. He stroked her hair as she smiled back to him though he could well see that she was tired and she would not be up for too long. He bent over the cot and looked at his newly born child. The baby was asleep but still the father knew that his son was different, different in a special way. He had little white hairs and this was indeed strange. His father had white hairs too but they were pretty much scanty but the main thing was that this white hair was mixed with silver and that made his father smile the more. A fine young and special man he would grow up to become. He touched the child’s cheek and it was extremely cold though the child was breathing fine. A worried look appeared on the father’s face but he did not want to trouble his wife so his smile came back as he faced her. ‘Get strong soon so we can go home quickly’ the man said to his wife as he kissed her fore head.
He walked towards the doctor’s office to have a word with him. The young man and they doctor had a brief conversation and he was told that his wife and son would be discharged soon enough. The young man went home, he had to start preparing for the arrival of his wife and son but it was indeed very late in the night so he had to catch some sleep first and start work in the morning. The night was pleasant as the thought of living together with his family was all that enveloped his mind. Mr. Sero woke up the next morning as he sat up in bed and wondered where to start from. He and his wife had bought a bunch of baby stuff while she was pregnant so he just had to arrange them to put them where they were meant to be. He got out of bed and had his breakfast first so he would have some energy to do work. He started cleaning up the furniture and then the whole house in general. He made sure the house was clean before he started unpacking the baby materials. He put the beautifully designed baby cot right next to his bed and that of his wife. Keeping a close eye on their child through the night was necessary. Anything should be expected of a child that stayed in the womb for thirteen months. There were already things that baffled him about his son and that was the white and silver hair and then the coldness so he had to be careful.

It took him a few hours to be done with setting every thing up and then he was finally done. He sighed as he walked to the bathroom to have a nice shower. The sweat and every thing, he was already getting uncomfortable. The shower took a few minutes and he was out. He changed into clean clothes and went to the kitchen to make some food for his wife. He knew that she would only be able to take something light so he made her pap, a soft food that was made from grinded maze. It was hot and sweet after he had added a little sugar and milk. He put the food in a bag and headed for the hospital. He got there at the visiting time and he was allowed into his wife’s room. A peck on the cheek was his greeting to her as he talked with her for a while before looking at his child who was now awake. ‘he slept all through the night’ his wife said as the young man looked at his child and saw the calm look on his face. There was not much of a smile and it did not look like he was uncomfortable either. He just seemed to be himself. The young man brought out the food from the bag and fed it to his wife as she found it easy to take in. it was a nice breakfast indeed.
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The doctor walked into the room as he greeted the father of the child and examined the mother. He told the young man that his wife would be discharged from the hospital thee next day and he would be free to go home with his wife and son. The young man was more than excited to hear this so thank you was all he could say to the doctor. He stayed for long with his family and once it was evening he set to leave so he would be back the next day to take them home. He left the room and went home. There wasn’t much to do other than water the plants and feed the little chickens he was rearing. Night came and he hit the sack. He woke up quite late due to all the stress that he had been undergoing. He finally got up and had his bath before putting on clean clothes and at once, he locked the door and was off to the hospital. Once he got there, he first went there to see the doctor and he cleared all the bills necessary before going to his wife’s room with a nurse. The nurse did help put everything in order and soon enough, the happy family had left the hospital and they were back in their beloved home. The wife was surprised as to how her husband had set the house. It was perfect for both her and the baby. The husband helped her to her room and told her not to stress herself. The happy family lived peacefully as time went on. The young child seemed to have developed quickly. Those twelve months inside of the womb must have done something to him. His teeth grew faster than usual and even though he could not yet speak he could understand whenever anyone spoke to him and he could as well explain what he was trying to say with hand gestures which made him one special child. As he grew up, his sheen and black hairs began to grow more rapidly and his mother loved to stroke it.

Both mother and father decided to travel out of kirigakure no sato- the village hidden in the mist and have a refreshing time in konohagakure- the village hidden in the leaves. It was a village with a very tropical temperature and nice hot springs. It was generally a nice place for the family to have a good time so they began planning their travel. The husband packed most of the things that they would need while he held a lot of cash because he knew that they would need a lot of stuff once they got there. They were all set and ready to go as they headed to the sea port of kirigakure. They went aboard a ship with their tickets that indicated that they were travelling to konoha. The journey to the leaf village was a pretty long one as they spent some days and nights on water. The husband was indeed surprised that all through the sail, his son did not develop the slightest of sea sickness or even run a temperature. It was very surprising but fortunately, konoha was now in sight. The family got off the ship and into a boat as they were rowed to the village hidden in the leaves. The village was a beautiful one indeed. The sight was marvelous and the couple liked it. The soon lodged into a hotel but they were not going to stay there long. Once they had dropped their baggage in the hotel room and they were served, the husband went out with some money in search of a house for them. They were not going to stay in the hotel all their days. The man liked a bit of privacy and staying in the hotel was not going to provide that and besides his son needed a better place to grow up in. The husband was gone for quite a while but he came back to the hotel room with a smile on his face. He had gotten a small house for them and they would move there immediately. They moved to the new house and settled in. It was no more different than their house in kirigakure no sato except for the fact that it was actually a bit smaller than their house in the hidden mist but that did not matter much because it would do just fine.
They unpacked their baggage as the wife walked into the kitchen and fixed a meal for both father and son. Their son was old enough to take food but not too solid ones. The family had a nice meal and they turned in for the night. The village seemed warm on its own due to it being situated around a hot area at least that was what most people said but this night was different. The room was extremely cold and it was almost freezing. The husband got up to close the windows thinking it was the breeze. He switched off the standing fan and covered his wife and child with a blanket to keep them warm but then he felt the cold emitting from the child himself. He proceeded to touch the child but he was taken aback by the temperature of coldness coming from the child. He woke up the mother and explained to her and at once, she got some warm water from the kitchen and began mopping the child with a towel dipped in the warm water. The child saw the worried look on his parents face as he smiled to reassure them that nothing was wrong with him. The mother sighed as she saw him smile. She was wondering what could have happened but as they spent much time in konoha, they got used to the temperature from their child.

Life in konoha was a pleasant one as both father and mother took turns to teach the child some things that would be of importance to him in the future until one night when every thing shattered like a stone through a glass window. The child born to the couple developed a fever which was so unnatural and alarming indeed. By now the parents of the boy were aware of the cold that their son was almost emitting and even when the weather was hot he did not seem to feel anything so for him to develop a fever this much, there had to be some thing wrong. The mother who was formely a shinobi and was well skilled in medical ninjutsu tried all sorts of healing techniques that she knew but all proved futile. Tears dropped from her face as she saw her son shiver, it was a painful sight but all was not lost yet. She reached for her drawer and brought out a medium sized book. It contained a list of medical techniques, herbs and remedies. She searched till she had found what she was looking for. It was a rare herb that could cure her son but there was a problem. The herb was identical to one other plant that was poisonous so the only way to differentiate it was by tasting it as the right herb tasted like cherry. she did not mind, it was a risk that she was willing to take to save the life of her son.

She left the house and wandered into the forest of death of konhagakure in search of this rare herb. She searched frantically but she did not seem to be making any progress. Meanwhile, away in the heart of the forest, a demon had been unleashed. One that was freed every hundred years and unfortunately this young woman happened to be in the forest this night. It was called the parasitic demon, it has the ability to enter into a person and take control of him or her and force them into rage to destroy every thing they see. The demon had entered into a bird and was scouting the forest for anything unusual when he found the woman. It perched on a tree branch and watched her search effortlessly. The smell coming from her was good and this evil demon liked it. Her body shape was not bad but he did not stay in a host for too long because once the host dies, he dies too so he is ever quick to leave any body he gets into. The woman finally found this herb but there were two of them few inches apart from each other and they were between large stones and not thinking of her safety, she proceeded to taste the first herb she had uprooted. If it was the poisonous one, she had brought along a potion. The potion might not fully cure the poison but it would give her enough time uproot the other herb, go home to her son and help cure him. With courage, the young woman tasted the herb and luckily for her, it tasted like cherry which indicated that it was the right herb. She raced home as the akuma demon flew behind her. She got home and knocked on her door for her husband to open up but in that moment, the berserker shot straight at the woman and dived the bird’s beak straight into the woman and entered her to take control of her body. He made her pick up a metal weapon laying on the floor and stabbed her self but not actually killing her immediately. The husband opened the door hastily glad that his wife was back but he was his wife standing at her door with blood dripping from her body and a grin in her face. The akuma began to laugh evily as the man looked in horror. ‘Your wife is going to die soon and i will kill you too and that child.’ the demon said. The man flung into rage as he attacked the demon after knowing well that this thing was not his own loving wife. The fight was a long one but in the end, the man lost and the demon dragged him into the house to where the child was.

The demon stood before the young boy and told him that both of his parents were dead and that he was going to eat him up from the inside. The akuma left its previous host which was the boy’s mother and entered into the young boy. The husband still having some breathe in him managed to raise a hand and look at his son. Blue chakra erupted from his finger tips as he sealed the demon in his son using a technique he had learned while in the monk temple as a tattoo appeared on his son’s chest. ‘I leave it to you, Tora’ the man said as he died. The young boy was adopted by some rich household and with him was always a diary he found and on it was his mother’s name. He did recognize the name because his father was always calling her name and even though he was still small at that time, he understood very well. He opened the diary and what he saw was shocking. It was a record of daily events and this events had happened long ago and Tora did find out that he was not born in konohagakure and that the village hidden in the mist was truly his home. Sooner or later, he would have to go home. He continued living in this rich household and working for them while planning his escape back home. His escape plan was successful and he managed to get to kirigakure safely. At the time he got to kirigakure, there was something going on at the borders and there were lot of people present. He followed the crowd and once he got there, he saw that the people were being asked of their identification. He looked in his pocket and he had nothing. He remained on the queue thinking of what to do. The only thing that he had with him was a small bag containing some clothes and his mother’s book and a diary of his father too. Once it was his turn, he moved forward and at the counter he was asked to present and identification card. He put his hand in the bag and pretended to search for his identification card. He placed the bag on the counter and began bringing out the contents one after the other. Luckily, his father’s identification card fell out of one of the books from the bag and the shinobi at the counter picked it up and cross checked it..

“Ah, Mr. Sero.. Is he your father?” he asked as Tora nodded. “Then where is he?” he asked again. Boldly, Tora said. “Yes, I was looking for that. He told me to go ahead with his bag that he was getting some thing and he would join me soon.” “Very well then, go on. Have a nice day.” The shinobi said as Tora was allowed to pass through. That was a really lucky one dray thought as he walked towards a boat and boarded it together with a few people. The machine took off and it was a short sail to the main village. The boat got to the port and the people got down and were allowed into the main village. Tora looked around and was amazed with such beauty. It was a beautiful heaven indeed. Life in kirigakure as a boy was just beginning. The years had been good and the little boy of yesterday was really growing up. One day, he had found a book of his father concerning the temple where he used to be a monk. Tora dressed up and travelled to the location with high hopes of ridding himself of the akuma demon that was sealed in him. He got to the gates of the temple and the gates were very tall and solid. Tora banged on the gates as hard as he could so someone could hear him. The gates opened as a monk appeared. Looking at Tora, horror enveloped the monk’s face as he shut the gates on him. Tora banged again and this time a different monk appeared and he was calm. “what do you want here?” he asked dray. “I am Sero’s son and I seek the help of the greak monks of the Naoka temple” “Go away, we do not want to have anything to do with the black chakra that envelopes you.” The monk turned to go back in as Tora spoke again.. “I am ready to purge myself of this evil. I did not ask for any of this and all my life I have strived to be in control of myself. Do this for the sake of my father, great monk.” The monk would pause and then finally open the gates to let dray in. The other younger monks still had the worried and terrified look on their face but dray did not mind because he knew that what was in him was really evil. “The process might hurt a bit.” The monk said to him but Tora agreed.

A circle was then drawn around him with a kind of gold colored dust and two smaller circles were drawn in the big circle with some other patters. A small link of gold dust was drawn to connect the first circle to the second one. He was told to step into the first circle and a certain vessel was placed in the second circle. His shirt was removed and the monks stood outside of the large circle and surrounded it as they held each other’s mantras and began chanting. Seconds went, minutes went and hours went but nothing was happening but as soon as night fell, the tattoo on Tora’s body began to glow brightly as his eyes shot out a blinding light. He screamed out loud as the blinding light erupted from his mouth too. A chain shot out of the vessel opposite him and attached itself to Tora’s stomach as it began to draw out the dark chakra of the Akuma demon. The process went on for a long while as the beast refused to leave but the monks did not give up as they chanted more and finally, as the chain dragged out the last of the demon chakra, it went back into the vessel and the gold dust link connecting Tora’s circle to the vessel’s circle was broken. The tattoo disappeared from his chest and the lights were shut out from his eyes and mouth as he fell to the ground, the monks then surrounded him and began chanting to purge him after the removal of the demon so he would be completely fine. Tora woke up on a bed in the temple and he felt different. Like he was him and there was nothing more in him. He was certain that the extraction was successful and he had to thank the monks. He was given a few days to fully recover after which he left the temple thanking them for what they had done.
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Tora sat upright on his bed and wondered what to do for the day since it was an off duty day for him. He did not really have any on and off days, he just did whatever he wanted to do whenever he wanted to do it. He had found a book containing some technqiues written by his father. He had been focusing on learning some techniques for the past few days. He had seen improvements but he was not perfect yet. Perhaps, if there was someone to encourage him but that did not matter much. His strongest source of inspiration was his father's words. Ones he read from a special diary of his father. Tora stared into the air as the words came to his ears...
"Until you reach the end of your dissertation there is always more work to do and the next action to complete. It is easy to focus on what you need to do or what you failed to do and forget to acknowledge yourself for what you accomplish along the way. Until you submit your dissertation for review, few people if any are aware of the day-to-day work you do or the times you pushed through and worked when you did not feel like it. There is no built in external reward system inspiring you to keep going. I believe an important strategy to sustain motivation over time is to pause and acknowledge yourself for what you do accomplish. No matter how much dissertation work remains, the small accomplishments along the way deserve to be acknowledged. Some students withhold acknowledgment from themselves because they believe that focusing on or even criticizing themselves for what they have not done or how much more there is to do will be more motivating. In my years as a dissertation master, I have yet to see self-criticism or always focusing on how much more there is to do to be an effective long-term strategy for motivation and productivity. If those were effective motivation strategies, I would not have a job! When you pat yourself on the back and give yourself credit for your hard work, you are likely to feel more motivated and inspired to keep working. Acknowledgment of the work you do today increases the odds that you will look forward to feeling good for the future work you complete and be more present to your own capacity to get dissertation work done. Some of my clients actually write a statement such as, acknowledge myself for a job well done as the last action on their work plan for a given day or week as a reminder to celebrate their accomplishments. You deserve to feel good about yourself as you make progress on your dissertation. Stop, review your accomplishments at the end of the week, and acknowledge yourself for everything that you did accomplish. If acknowledging yourself feels awkward or uncomfortable at first, it is just a sign that you need more practice.
In time, you will become more comfortable acknowledging yourself and come to see that celebrating your accomplishments is ultimately more motivating than dwelling in your failures. For now, I am your master and not your father"....
He got up from the bed where he sat as he was already dressed. He walked out of the house and into the village. He continued till he got to an isolated area where he could train without being seen. He opened the book as he thought of where to start from. The katon techniques in there were pretty nasty but he knew that he had the potential to perform them after recently having activated his sharingan. He started at the top of the page. The only katon technique he knew was the phoenix sage one which he had learnt once he got out of the academy. The technique involved breathing small volleys of fire that could be used to hide kunais and the volleys of fire could be manipulated with chakra making it difficult for an opponent to evade though he had not really had any cause to use the jutsu so he did not know how good it was towards an opponent. The first jutsu in the book looked pretty simple. It was a fireball ball technique and it used the principle of the phoenix sage technique but instead of spitting out volleys of fire, he would need to spit out a big fireball at once so that was it. Tora started to knead chakra inside of him, enough chakra to execute this technique without any mistakes. Once he had enough chakra inside of him, he would have a go at the jutsu. Katon:Great fireball technique. He expelled the jutsu from his mouth but the fireball was only a little bigger than volley balls. He tried again but the same thing happened again but he was not ready to give up yet. "Think about something that would give you a reason to push on. Something that would stop you from giving up. My words are inspirational but they are not enough as you have out grown them. Something attached to emotion would do the deal"... the voice faded into the wind immediately it had spoken.

Tora sat down and searched himself. He did not spend much time of his child hood in kirigakure to have enough friends or attachments so what feeling did he have that related to thick emotions.. He tried to think about one of his father's regular saying. It was one that told him that the blade was not just a sword, it was life itself because his father was really good with the sword and maybe it could help in this katon training as dray buried his head and closed his eyes..
Make your grip strong on the hilt of the swords but loose at the same time. A swords master must be firm with the sword but loose with its movements. Swordsmanship is like a mirror, in which you look at yourself before you wash your face in the morning. You see yourself, simply, the way you are. Five Secrets of bukijutsu. Move quickly. Sound, calm mind. Be light in body. Have a clever mind. Master the basics. Even though surrounded By several enemies set to attack, Fight with the thought That they are but one. The sword has to be more than a simple weapon; it has to be an answer to life's questions. The way of the sword and the Way of Zen are identical, for they have the same purpose; that of killing the ego. Sword and mind must be united. Technique by itself is insufficient, and spirit alone is not enough. The ultimate aim of duel lies not in victory or defeat but in the perfection of the character of its participants. Where questioning is rewarded, virtues are promoted, respect is demanded, and love is central........ Mechanical wings allow us to fly, but it is with our minds that we make the sky ours. The more you sweat in training, the less you will bleed in battle. Pain is the best instructor, but no one wants to go to his class. Only a warrior chooses pacifism; others are condemned to it. I have a high art, I hurt with cruelty those who would damage me. Victory is reserved for those who are willing to pay it's price. To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace. One mind, any weapon. We do not rise to the level of our expectations. We fall to the level of our training. One finds life through conquering the fear of death within one's mind. Empty the mind of all forms of attachment, make a go-for-broke charge and conquer the opponent with one decisive slash. In the beginners mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert's mind there are few. When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target. I am prolonging the fight because I can see that you need the practice. The Way of the warrior does not include other ways, such as Confucianism, Buddhism, certain traditions, artistic accomplishments, and dancing. But even though these are not part of the Way, if you know the Way broadly, you will see it in everything. Take arrows in your forehead, but never in your back. You can prevent your opponent from defeating you through defense, but you cannot defeat him without taking the offensive.
You might as well stand and fight because if you run you will only die tired. He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is Enlightened. Act like a man of thought; think like a man of action. Your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it. A swords man know how well to fight and when to surrender but not without effort. Putting all these into use will guarantee you a brighter future. It was as if dray’s father had known that his son would one day find the book as everything he wrote in it was as if he was talking to him directly.
This saying pumped a bit adrenaline in him but Just then, Tora remembered his first brawl which was in the village hidden in the leaves. He had won the fight with his words but had lost the battle with his skills... The greatest gift of life is friendship, and I have received it. Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny and a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over. Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness. When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend. You might take me as an enemy but Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend. Friends are born, not made.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have. I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.' The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach my full potential... these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence. I infuse my life with action. I don’t wait for it to happen. I make it happen. I make my own future. I make my own hope. I make my own love. And whatever my beliefs, honor my creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what I can to make grace happen... Myself, right now, right down here on Earth.
You may wonder why I feel no pain now... But sometimes, you must hurt in order to know, fall in order to grow, lose in order to gain, because life's greatest lessons are learnt through pain and due to this pain I have long endured, I have found one who is worthy to be called a friend. My parents left me dangling in the world with nothing but these words that have long protected me with all they have. I managed to live in this world and fought against a legend who later bacame my person. Now, am sure I have you even though I dont know you yet. The periods of clashing with you both with my fist and jutsu have transmitted a little part of you to me. A part of your loneliness which I have come to pity. How you must have managed to live, to feed, to grow, yet, I charged into you like I was given a straight ticket to hell. I might not be execellent in tendering apologies but some if not all of my words have relayed how I truly feel towards you... Now, to fully channel my feelings to you, I shall bump fists with you..
He smirked a little as he stood up from where he had been sitting down. He quickly performed the snake, ram, monkey, boar, horse, tiger hand seal as he kneaded chakra inside of him and expelled it into a great orb of fire. The jutsu died down and a huge crater was left in the ground. He smiled as he looked at it for this was only the beginning of his training. He moved unto the next jutsu that the book had in it. It was the mist blaze dance technique. For a moment, Tora wondered how he would exhale a flammable gas or if he even had a flammable gas within him but the only way that he was going to find out was to test it out first so he stood up right and kneaded chakra again. With the snake ram monkey and tiger hand seal, he exhaled what seemed to be a gas but of course he could not see it but maybe the sharingan could. He activated his sharingan as his eyes turned all red and one tomoe appeared. He would very well see the area covered in his own chakra which meant that he had truly exhaled the gas from his system. He deactivated the sharingan and performed the great fire ball technique once again and the whole area went ka boom! It was a successful technique and a dangerous one too. Tora could not imagine how many enemies would be sent flying by the comnbination of the mist blaze technique and any other technique too. He was getting a hang of how the katon jutsus work and there seemed to be some more jutsus in this book.

He looked at the next katon jutsu and this one had something interesting to its application. The jutsu could be used for long and short range attacks and even better it could strike a long line of numerous enemies. The dragon fire technique but Tora would have preferred to call it the dragon breath’s technique cause it really seemed like a dragon was breathing. The young genin looked around him as he found a slightly over grown bush. He walked to the end of the bush and he could see it extending up to about two meters so that was perfect. First things first, he kneaded some chakra inside of him and did the snake dragon rabbit and tiger hand seal as he ran along the bush and breathed fire unto the bush from his mouth. The scene was beautiful and he wished he could watch himself do it from another point of view. The dry bushes instantly caught fire as they burned to the ground within a matter of seconds. It was a lovely sight indeed. Three jutsus learned though not yet really perfected and Tora was still checking to see if he could learn more. He flipped through the pages but did not seem to find any more of the katon techniques. The book was not really all for katon he noticed. He knew that his parents were uchihas but he doubted if they ever awakened their sharingan. Right here, in this book were genjutsu techniques and what else would he do with them if not learn them he wondered. The first one seemed like the most important one. It was named the Kai technique and it was used to avoid the effects of a genjutsu. There was no way for him to train it, that was for sure since there was no one to put him under a genjutsu and he could not put himself under a genjutsu so all that he need to execute it was the knowledge and he would use it if need ever be but also he knew that he could break out of genjutsus with his sharingan so there was no need to fret.
He read down the information on the kai release and made sure that it stuck to his brain. He moved on to the next one which was named the demonic illusion: hell viewing technique. It was starting to sound all funny since there was no way that he could train the jutsu so this was one of those moments where he had to sit down and study and so he sat with the book in his hand as he began to read so that the jutsus would stick in his brain. It is said that the demonic illusion reveals the fear in a person but Tora wondered if every one truly had a fear in them. The illusion draws forth and image from the target’s heart and makes it a reality. It was a nice technique that would really be shocking to those who have had nasty experiences. The information was all that was need to execute the illusions and he was putting these down well. Being an uchiha, he knew that he had a certain advantage in using genjutsus such that instead of performing hand seals for the jutsu, he could trigger them with his sharingan and this was a very important advantage for him. The young uchiha genin lay on the floor as he looked up to the sky. It was a very beautiful day and here he was reading up jutsus. He loved ready, yes but not being able to practice what he had learnt soon enough really disturbed him sometime but he knew that sooner or later, he would need all of this information.
Tora flipped the page and proceeded to read the next jutsu that was outlined in the book. The name sounded more like the katon technique that required Tora to exhale a flammable gas, the mist blaze technique but this one was the mist servant technique and once an opponent was caught in this genjutsu, eerie black ninjas would begin to appear and move toward the target. Kunais can also be added to the technique to make the black eerie ninjas throw the kunais at the target. As the target attempt to destroy the ninjas, they keep on multiplying and over time, if the opponent does not break out of it, they get worn down. Tora could see the real thing in the jutsu, fighting opponents that keep on multiplying could be really tiring. While the target expels much chakra to defeat the black ninjas in the illusion, they keep wearing themselves down in the process. The next jutsu in the book says the demonic illusion, false surroundings puts an opponent under a genjutsu whereby they are tricked into believing that they are in another place and this illusion can be cast over a large area so those who step into the illusion area would caught right in the genjutsu. It was a pretty useful genjutsu technique seeing as it could be rarely avoided but if the opponent is well versed in genjutsu, Tora himself expected that they should be able to break out of it. Tora was getting bored of reading and not doing anything so he was very sure that he would close this book sooner than expected. The next was the illusion bell needles, this one involved some bells to act as a source of sound to trigger the illusion and once the target hears this, they begin to see multiple images of the genjutsu caster making them unable to detect the right jutsu caster.
Tora yawned as he was set to close the book but he let out a chuckle the moment he saw one genjutsu. Once the opponent falls under this one, their sense of direction is affected and they begin to walk around in circles or something until they wear themselves down. Tora stood up and flipped right to the end of the book to see if there was any other thing that was interesting. He saw some jutsus there but he was about to over look them after thinking that he would just have to read and read and read. He decided to give it a chance and looked into the jutsus. There were two of them that caught his eye and he was eager to learn them. The first one was a sensory type ninjutsu that allowed him to sense anything containing chakra within a certain range. According to the book, he focused and extended his sensors to the area. It was hard at first but he did not give up, he kept still and was still focusing and then he began to detect little chakra signatures from little animals till he was able to detect the chakra signatures of animals as large as rodents. It was a nice technique indeed but it had a counterpart which was the chakra suppression technique. It enabled him to suppress his chakra from others and he believed that others would be able to suppress their chakra too. Well, information really helped indeed and sooner or later, he would find that out.
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Total: 7684

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