Post by Mitsuko Subeki on Jul 22, 2010 20:22:45 GMT -5
Desired Technique: Water Release: Syrup Capture Field
"Son, you need to learn more techniques." The tall and proud Ogichi commanded, nodding his head, as if agreeing on behalf of his son. Mitsuko averted his gaze and stared out a window. "Not just offensive moves, mind you. My boy, I will give you a new technique to learn. It's a Subeki clan specialty!" He roared the last bit, and laughed in an equally high tone. The victim of his trumpeting was not as happy about learning the new move as his father was, however. A move that failures specialize in could only mean that that move was equally as pathetic. He hated to think of his family in that way, but it was the truth. He still had pride in them and all that, but sometimes the truth must be spoken...or thought, in this case. Mitsuko watched his father scurry off to his room, and after a few minutes of shuffling and scrolls flying everywhere, he emerged, with a blue scroll in hand, grinning.
"Here ya go, boyo." He laughed, most likely at the fact that he had made a rhyme by adding "o" to the end of "boy". Or maybe it was at the jutsu. Mitsuko began to unroll the parchment, but his father quickly barked at him. "HEY! Not till you get to the training field." The boy tucked the scroll into his pocket, and proceeded to wonder why exactly the Subeki had a training field. It seemed he was the only ever out there anyway. That was something to ask about later, though. Mitsuko exited his house, placed the scroll down, and unrolled it. Reading through it carefully, he came to a conclusion. "Dad. This is stupid." His father stuck his head out the window to look at his son. Figures that the "Subeki Training Field" was actually just an empty plot of grass and trees. "Hey. Shut up and learn it. I wouldn't tell you to learn something useless." He growled, and glared at his son.
"Alright, alright..." Mitsuko conceded quickly, as he wasn't really one to argue with his father. He just figured a more flashy move would serve him well in trying to gain fame for the Subeki. "Get crackin'!" His father yelled, and Mitsuko quickly began to think about how to begin learning that jutsu. Okay, let's start out with something close to it. He performed Violent Water Wave, allowing a moderate amount of water to spew from his mouth and onto the field. So, then, the only difference is making it sticky... He scratched his head and stared at the water in front of him, watching how it flowed over the grass and how droplets were left on individual blades, even when the wave had passed. This isn't really helping. The water he was going for was not anything like that. It had to stick, keep his opponent from moving. Perhaps it would be a good move to set him for a finishing blow, or some greater jutsu he would learn later on.
After a few minutes of meditating, or rather. pondering the situation, he decided it best to get up and walk around. There were a few frogs jumping about, chasing after insects and flies. A bird overhead, and a spider with a delicate web also caught Mitsuko's eye. The web intrigued him for a bit, possibly a source of inspiration, but it was a solid and therefore not all that useful to him. As he walked pass a tree, however, he brushed it with his side and noticed a bit of sap on his shirt. Wiping it off and messing with it in his hands, he was rather disgusted. As a child and even up to that point in his life, he was raised to be very clean, and such things easily grossed him out. Although, it did strike a chord in his brain. He needed to make it like sap. He tore off a piece of bark that held a bit of the substance, and took it back with him to the clearing. Here's a start.
"HEY, this isn't tea time! I didn't give you that scroll so you could sit on the grass and play with wood, did I?" Ogichi roared yet again, clearly frustrated with his son's lack of progress. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you'll be number twenty-eight." The reference was, of course, to the twenty-seven Subeki who failed to pass the chuunin exams, and to the "XXVII" on Mitsuko's left hand. His father was only trying to light a fire under the boy, but he had done quite the opposite. For someone who already was lacking in the passion category, the comment was completely deflating. Well, maybe he didn't even care whether or not he'd be number twenty-eight. Why did he have to compensate for all of his family's past failures? Surely some other child with equal or greater promise would eventually be born into the Subeki, and then that kid could do it. It wasn't his job, and he didn't know if he wanted the burden in the first place.
After another half hour or so of moping, Mitsuko decided to give the jutsu a try. Besides, if he did pull it off, then his father would be off his back, at least for a day. With a heavy sigh, he lifted himself from the grass and looked forward. Let's see... He stared down at the opened scroll in front of him, and read the hand signs while he performed them. Ram, tiger... Simple enough. He spat water out again, only a little bit, just to test out its texture. He bent down and ran his finger through the liquid. Unfortunately, nothing. The boy laid down on the grass and stared up at the sky. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this whole ninja business. He heard a buzzing though, a fly. He pulled himself back up to a seated position and stared down at the fly, which was walking in his latest puddle. He shoo'd it away with his hand, and noticed it was flying weird. Eventually, it crashed back into the earth, and Mitsuko took a look at it. Some of that liquid had stuck to its legs, making it too heavy to fly. That would happen with regular water too, he figured, but the bug wasn't soaked in it, and it wasn't on its wings. It's not much, but...
Progress. I'll call it a day. It was beginning to get dark, anyway.
"Son, you need to learn more techniques." The tall and proud Ogichi commanded, nodding his head, as if agreeing on behalf of his son. Mitsuko averted his gaze and stared out a window. "Not just offensive moves, mind you. My boy, I will give you a new technique to learn. It's a Subeki clan specialty!" He roared the last bit, and laughed in an equally high tone. The victim of his trumpeting was not as happy about learning the new move as his father was, however. A move that failures specialize in could only mean that that move was equally as pathetic. He hated to think of his family in that way, but it was the truth. He still had pride in them and all that, but sometimes the truth must be spoken...or thought, in this case. Mitsuko watched his father scurry off to his room, and after a few minutes of shuffling and scrolls flying everywhere, he emerged, with a blue scroll in hand, grinning.
"Here ya go, boyo." He laughed, most likely at the fact that he had made a rhyme by adding "o" to the end of "boy". Or maybe it was at the jutsu. Mitsuko began to unroll the parchment, but his father quickly barked at him. "HEY! Not till you get to the training field." The boy tucked the scroll into his pocket, and proceeded to wonder why exactly the Subeki had a training field. It seemed he was the only ever out there anyway. That was something to ask about later, though. Mitsuko exited his house, placed the scroll down, and unrolled it. Reading through it carefully, he came to a conclusion. "Dad. This is stupid." His father stuck his head out the window to look at his son. Figures that the "Subeki Training Field" was actually just an empty plot of grass and trees. "Hey. Shut up and learn it. I wouldn't tell you to learn something useless." He growled, and glared at his son.
"Alright, alright..." Mitsuko conceded quickly, as he wasn't really one to argue with his father. He just figured a more flashy move would serve him well in trying to gain fame for the Subeki. "Get crackin'!" His father yelled, and Mitsuko quickly began to think about how to begin learning that jutsu. Okay, let's start out with something close to it. He performed Violent Water Wave, allowing a moderate amount of water to spew from his mouth and onto the field. So, then, the only difference is making it sticky... He scratched his head and stared at the water in front of him, watching how it flowed over the grass and how droplets were left on individual blades, even when the wave had passed. This isn't really helping. The water he was going for was not anything like that. It had to stick, keep his opponent from moving. Perhaps it would be a good move to set him for a finishing blow, or some greater jutsu he would learn later on.
After a few minutes of meditating, or rather. pondering the situation, he decided it best to get up and walk around. There were a few frogs jumping about, chasing after insects and flies. A bird overhead, and a spider with a delicate web also caught Mitsuko's eye. The web intrigued him for a bit, possibly a source of inspiration, but it was a solid and therefore not all that useful to him. As he walked pass a tree, however, he brushed it with his side and noticed a bit of sap on his shirt. Wiping it off and messing with it in his hands, he was rather disgusted. As a child and even up to that point in his life, he was raised to be very clean, and such things easily grossed him out. Although, it did strike a chord in his brain. He needed to make it like sap. He tore off a piece of bark that held a bit of the substance, and took it back with him to the clearing. Here's a start.
"HEY, this isn't tea time! I didn't give you that scroll so you could sit on the grass and play with wood, did I?" Ogichi roared yet again, clearly frustrated with his son's lack of progress. "You know, sometimes I wonder if you'll be number twenty-eight." The reference was, of course, to the twenty-seven Subeki who failed to pass the chuunin exams, and to the "XXVII" on Mitsuko's left hand. His father was only trying to light a fire under the boy, but he had done quite the opposite. For someone who already was lacking in the passion category, the comment was completely deflating. Well, maybe he didn't even care whether or not he'd be number twenty-eight. Why did he have to compensate for all of his family's past failures? Surely some other child with equal or greater promise would eventually be born into the Subeki, and then that kid could do it. It wasn't his job, and he didn't know if he wanted the burden in the first place.
After another half hour or so of moping, Mitsuko decided to give the jutsu a try. Besides, if he did pull it off, then his father would be off his back, at least for a day. With a heavy sigh, he lifted himself from the grass and looked forward. Let's see... He stared down at the opened scroll in front of him, and read the hand signs while he performed them. Ram, tiger... Simple enough. He spat water out again, only a little bit, just to test out its texture. He bent down and ran his finger through the liquid. Unfortunately, nothing. The boy laid down on the grass and stared up at the sky. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this whole ninja business. He heard a buzzing though, a fly. He pulled himself back up to a seated position and stared down at the fly, which was walking in his latest puddle. He shoo'd it away with his hand, and noticed it was flying weird. Eventually, it crashed back into the earth, and Mitsuko took a look at it. Some of that liquid had stuck to its legs, making it too heavy to fly. That would happen with regular water too, he figured, but the bug wasn't soaked in it, and it wasn't on its wings. It's not much, but...
Progress. I'll call it a day. It was beginning to get dark, anyway.
