Damballa's Training

Tue Sep 25, 2012 4:48 pm

Damballa awoke one day ready for a day at the Suna training grounds. He would be practicing to improve his chakra levels. Damballa ate a large bowl or ramen with an exceptionally large glass of milk as well. Damballa hastily put on his Suna headband. It gleamed in the morning sunlight and gave off a nice sparkly sheen. Damballa walked out of his apartment and went down to the training grounds. When Damballa arrived, he noticed that there were many crows flying around in the sky today. “What a wonderful day to practice my wind jutsu on these pesky crows. Damballa before training would always sit on the ground and meditate for ten minutes. Damballa sat down and became one with the inner wind. As Damballa finished his meditation, he looked up to see an even larger mass of crows forming above him. Damballa quickly formed the hand signs for Wind Style Arc and started practicing his accuracy on the kunai targets. Damballa fluidly and expertly threw punch after punch of air into the target until he felt comfortable with himself. Damballa looked up into the crows and thought of how these crows all ways are of ill omen and eat up the few crops that Suna can farm. Damballa took aim and threw a horizontal arc of air at the crows. Expertly, the crows dodged his attempts quite easily. “Come on!” Damballa said to himself. After several failed attempts, he decided to sit down and rethink is strategy. Damballa remembered in the Academy that they told him that to increase chakra capacity; one has to go beyond the limits that they think they can handle under normal conditions. “If I’m going to become Kazekage, I have to push myself to the limit of death to become great.” Damballa with newfound vigor and determination looked the black mass of crows in their putrid eyes and started flinging arcs of air. Damballa was manipulating the wind with a power that he had never felt before. Flinging arc after arc of air into the sky, Damballa began to see that his range was being extended. Slowly but surely, crows began falling from the sky with all manner of limb falling off. “Wow my chakra can do that much power!” Damballa’s arms started to hurt and that just made Damballa angrier and more determined. With a yell of pure fury and rage, Damballa began flinging arc faster than he had ever had in his whole life. The sky was completely in turmoil with wind becoming as sharp as the edge of a katana. Damballa exhausted fell down onto the sand, and looked into the sky. Black feathers in the hundreds fell from the sky and littered the training area with them. Hearing fast footsteps behind him, Damballa turned around to see a farmer running up to the training field. “Was that you that did that?” the farmer said with awe in his eyes. “Those crows have eaten all of my crops and it’s finally time someone killed them all.” Damballa with a gleam in his eye assured the old man it was just training. Damballa finished with his training went for a bite to eat at his favorite restaurant. Damballa plopped down and order some pickled tongue with a large glass of milk. Damballa thought back to the events of the day and smiled remembering the farmer’s exasperation at his abilities. When his food arrived, Damballa ate with a ferocious appetite that rivaled that of Choji of Konohagakure. Damballa went to the bathroom for a quick pee before he left. He went into the stall and found a note. “What could this be?” Damballa said to himself. The note read as follows: The assassination attempt of Kazekage will commence tonight at his speech to the village at 6 o’ clock. “Oh no” Damballa said to himself. Damballa looked up at the clock and it read 5:55. A feeling of dread swept over Damballa and he ran to the front of the Kazekage’s building immediately. Damballa arrived with the Kazekage giving a speech on the social inequality that is plaguing Suna and that there will be a new program for poor citizens that they will receive a cut on taxes and increased job opportunities. Out of nowhere, came dozens of kunai with exploding tags. Chaos insued in the small space with people running away and trampling over each other. The small space soon cleared and about 12 shinobi were left in the courtyard with only the Kazekage still standing. All around him, his bodyguards lay dead and wounded with equal numbers of civilians. The Kazekage shouted at the shinobi with an anger that rivaled Damballa’s during a battle. “HOW DARE YOU BETRAY SUNA AND TRY TO INJURE INNOCENTS!” the Kazekage shouted. The Kazekage soon started to gather an incredible amount of wind with his hands. “TRAITORS DESERVE NO MERCY”! The Kazekage shouted with all his power. A blade of wind so huge that Damballa thought was impossible to even create. “What incredible chakra control and capacity he has” Damballa said to himself. The shinobi looked like they had just seen a ghost with what they had just seen. With one clean movement, the blade of wind sliced all 12 shinobi in half with incredible speed. “This has to be an SS level jutsu developed by the Kazekage himself!” Damballa looked with awe at the power that the Kazekage possessed. One of the Kazekage’s body guards stood up and threw off his jacket revealing his paper bomb covered body. “NO!” Damballa screamed. He put all his strength and chakra into this one arc of wind. With incredible speed and accuracy, the arc hit the body guard in the knees which caused him to buckle, trip, then fall of the platform. The bodyguard’s body hit the sand with a defeaning crunch and then an explosion. Only dust and sand remained in the small space. The Kazekage floated down to the ground with his wind prowess. “Thank you citizen I am forever in your debt! What is your name?” Damballa responded with a shaky response “My name is Damballa of the Kinzokutei clan I’m a genin of Sunagakure.” The Kazekage told Damballa that he was incredibly amazed at the amount of wind and chakra he could control at his level. Damballa sheepshily asked the Kazekage “How did you come to be able to control so much chakra?” The Kazekage laughed and replied “With practice and pure determination. Also there’s a little bit of skill involved which I obviously see in you.” “Thank you Kazekage-sama for all you’ve done for our village.” Damballa said. Damballa walked away from the Kazekage with a smile on his face. He had saved the Kazekage from death and had learned his secret on chakra development. Damballa walked home with a smile on his face and went to bed. That night he had a dream that he was flying. He was flying at incredible speeds and was soaring. Looking below him, he saw everyone in the village. He was soaring above all of them and much faster. “This is my destiny he thought to himself.” Damballa awoke with a sense of new power and strength. “I think I’m going to like this training thing.” He said to himself.

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Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:12 pm

6 jp 6 chakra

Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:21 pm

+12JP, not 6.

Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:11 pm

Uh why are you having the Kazekage be NPC'd in this post? We have an actual Kazekage who is female. This post doesn't make sense .-.

Btw, not a real issue, but can you leave the font size the same next time? its hard to read when its smaller.

Tue Sep 25, 2012 9:06 pm

Sorry didn't know. Just part of the storyline. I'll try to leave important figures out of the rp's next time!

Tue Sep 25, 2012 11:15 pm

Alright, that's all I was checking for. Yeah, normally if you're gonna use an important figure like a Kage, if you don't know that your village has a real person RPing as the Kage, just ask someone and if all else fails just PM Me or another staff member.

Wed Sep 26, 2012 8:03 am

Damballa decided that he was going to again increase his chakra capacity. Damballa decided to go down into the Suna library to learn more on the subject of chakra increase. Damballa entered the grand library and asked the wise looking librarian “Where are your books on the subject of chakra?” The librarian informed Damballa that books on chakra were located in the back of the library on the back wall. Damballa walked to the back of the library. The amount of books in the library was immense and without end. When Damballa finally arrived at the chakra section of books, he found many different books on the subject of chakra increase. There was “The Nature of Chakra” “Chakra and its Manifestations” and “Increase of Chakra Capacity”. Damballa walked over with his books and started looking through them. Damballa noticed in these books that through steady practice of ninjutsu, the chakra centers in the body would allow more chakra to pass through them, hence the increase in capacity. Damballa while reading these books gained more knowledge and insight into chakra and how it works and shapes the world. Damballa also read that a good steady diet, rest, and exercise leads to healthy chakra centers. When the books said that to improve chakra capacity, you had to push your body to the limit of what you think you can take, it also says to take heed because if your chakra reaches zero you will die. With his new knowledge of chakra, Damballa decided to go down to the training grounds once again. When he arrived at the training grounds, now free of feathers, Damballa meditated as usual. This time however, Damballa envisioned his body in a diagram like what he would be shown in the Academy. He imagined all his chakra centers running at normal pace, but then sudden burst of power and chakra with his chakra centers flooding with power. Damballa exited his meditation and came up to face the training target. “I’m going to practice more with Arc.” Damballa said to himself. Damballa started up slowly as usual throwing accurate and precise arcs that cut into the wood with nice clean cuts. He quickened his pass and began flinging more and more arcs at the dummy, until it was a whole cyclone of wind that was flying from Damballa’s arm. He kept pushing and pushing until he could see actual chakra pouring from his hands. Damballa saw that he was able to throw more arcs of wind then he could have the last time. Damballa wanted to the strongest attack he possibly could throw. Damballa maneuvered around the training field cart wheeling and dodging around throwing arcs of wind in-between jumps. He finally landed and started to pour all of his chakra and power into this one last arc. He took a running start and leaped as high into the air as he could and did a front flip and released his wind arc. He could see it traveling perfectly straight with no ripples whatsoever when it finally made impact. A loud slashing sound was made when Damballa saw that he had made a deep gash into the head of the training target. Damballa satisfied with his work went to exercise to keep his body in shape and to increase his chakra capacity. Damballa started with his old training routine, where he would run from one side of the training field to the other and do 10 pushups and run back and do 10 crunches. Damballa wanted to reach 10 reps to test himself. Damballa motioned to start and then with a crack he started to sprint. He easily did the first 5 reps, but then he started to tire a little bit. “I can’t stop!” Damballa yelled aloud. Damballa remembered that you had to push your limits to be able to get stronger and better. While Damballa was doing these reps he started to get angry. He was angry that he was too weak and angry that he felt pain at this little exercise. Damballa started filling up with rage and fury and started to run and complete his reps even faster. He thought of his parents and everything they’ve done for him, and his dream to one day become Kazekage. “Nothing was ever achieved without a little blood and tears.” Damballa said to himself. Damballa finished the last rep at the fastest speed throughout the whole exercise. Pushing through the pain and discomfort, Damballa managed to finish his exercise. Damballa quickly ran back to his apartment seeing that it was getting dark outside. When he arrived at his apartment, he quickly went to make some chicken and other nutritious foods. Damballa with the appetite of a lion ate all his food and slithered over to his bed. “I did good today.” Damballa said to himself smiling before succumbing to sleep.

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+4 Chakra +8 JP

Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:45 pm

I need approval for this!

Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:49 pm

accepted

Wed Sep 26, 2012 4:41 pm

Damballa awoke in the morning and got ready for some more training. As usual, he ate his large bowl or ramen with a large glass of milk. Damballa was feeling quite weak and small since his defeats in sparring with other characters. “I got to get stronger so I can finally win” Damballa told himself. Damballa assured himself that he was going to become even stronger and that no one would be able to face up to him. Damballa thought solemnly to himself about his limitations on jutsu. He could only use Wind Style: Arcs and the basic academy jutsu which left him weak and inadaptable. He remembered on how his opponents so easily defeated him with one side step and a flicker jutsu. He would need to learn some more jutsu if I was going to be successful. Damballa had been contacted on a join Konoha-Suna ninja team that would be starting up in a little while. He would have to become strong so that he would be able to protect himself and his team while they’re going out on missions. Damballa felt ashamed out how weak he was. “If I want to become stronger, I’ll have to increase my chakra capacity more than I’ve ever tried before” Damballa told himself. He’d have to learn higher level jutsu and master them if he would hope to become stronger. Damballa was walking towards the Suna training grounds as he always had. The morning light pouring down on Suna was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. The sand beneath Damballa’s feet crunched and crunched while he was walking to the training field. The uniform white noise of the sand put Damballa into a somewhat mild trance. When Damballa arrived at the training field, he started by running around the training field. Damballa quickened his pace and started going faster. “People are up to 4 to 5 times faster than I am, I have to improve” Damballa said. Damballa finished his running and sat down to meditate. Damballa quickly fell asleep, as he was still tired and recovering from his previous battle. Damballa materialized in a abyss. “Where am I” Damballa wondered to himself”. Then out of nowhere, a person appeared and started walking towards Damballa. The person slowly came closer and closer into view. “It’s ME” Damballa said in horror. “Hello Damballa you little weakling, how are you?” “Who are you” Damballa asked? “Well, I am you and you are me” the alternate Damballa said. “Well we do have a few differences” the alternate Damballa said with a smirk. “You are a weakling runt while I am supremely powerful and own you.” the alternate Damballa said. The alternate Damballa was a completely blackened version of him. It looked exactly like Damballa, except this one was more menacing and had a sense of dread and foreboding. The dark Damballa replied “You’re probably wondering why I brought you here, no?” “Yes, why did you bring me here?” Damballa asked. “Well you see, I am the superior part of you, the one that is better in all aspects.” The dark Damballa said. “And I’ve brought you here so that I will become Damballa, the one that was supposed to be.” Damballa replied with a frightful anger in his voice. “You aren’t me!” Damballa yelled. “And I am not a weakling.” Damballa started getting into one of his rages again where he would lose control. “Let’s decide who will be who then!” Damballa replied. Damballa quickly started throwing arcs at the dark Damballa. The dark Damballa dodged his attempts with ease. “My goodness I thought you were weak, but not that weak.” The dark Damballa said. “You’re parents would be disappointed on how weak their son was” the Dark Damballa said smirking. All the emotion from Damballa’s face left him. “You’ll shut up and leave or I’ll kill you!” Damballa yelled. “Hahaha you can’t kill me fool I AM YOU! The dark Damballa exclaimed. “Now it’s my turn!” dark Damballa said. Dark Damballa started throwing arcs of black wind. These arcs were faster than he had ever seen before and before Damballa knew it, he was knocked down and bleeding from this attack. “Hahaha” the dark Damballa cackled. “This power I have is so far out of your reach” “Now hurry up and DIE!” The dark Damballa threw an arc of black wind so huge that was over ten times as long as Damballa’s body. Damballa with a new found strength and vigor waited for the arc of wind to come within near inches of his body before he performed a body flicker technique where he simply materialized behind dark Damballa. “WHAT?” dark Damballa yelled. Damballa quickly took his elbow and smashed it between the eyes of dark Damballa. “AHHHH!” dark Damballa screamed in pain. Damballa now put every emotion he had ever felt in his life and put it into one final blast. With the memories of his parents death, his solitude, his failures, he formed an arc in comparison to the size of the one that Dark Damballa created and threw it. Dark Damballa could only watch in horror as the light and divine arc of wind sliced through his body clean. “Ugh, it seems you’ve conquered your inner demons.” Dark Damballa replied. With that Damballa awoke from his dream sweating and perspiring. What could these mean he thought to himself? Damballa decided that he would still continue training after his little predicament. “What could I do to practice my ninjutsu”? Damballa asked himself. Damballa left the training field and left to go into town to see if there was any work to be done. Damballa went to the farmers to see what they needed. “Follow me lad” one old man told him. Damballa followed the old man deep into the village when suddenly they arrived at a small building. “Are you prepared for this?” the old man told Damballa. Damballa nodded and they went down many stories until they arrived at a door. “Have you ever wondered how Sunagakure can feed all its citizens in the middle of a desert?” Damballa nodded his head no and then the old man opened the door. Miles upon miles of different crops lined the underground complex. “Wow!” Damballa exclaimed. The old man feebly asked Damballa if he would be so kind as do chop the wheat so they could start selling it and feeding the village. Damballa nodded his head and went to work. He started throwing arcs at the wheat and started cutting them down. After about an hour of doing this, Damballa was about halfway done with the wheat and totally exhausted. The old man walked up to Damballa and saw that he was exhausted. “Haha, I’ve never seen a farmer that utilizes ninjutsu as his chief tool.” The old man came and offered Damballa a drink. “Thank you sir!” Damballa said. The first thing Damballa noticed when he started to drink was that this was no ordinary drink. Damballa ran to a nearby row of corn and started vomiting profusely. After Damballa had finished vomiting, the old man came over laughing. A invigoration started to come over Damballa. It felt like something he had never felt before. Amazing he said to himself. “That should help you finish your work sunny!” the old man cackled. Damballa filled with newfound energy and strength, moved back to the many rows of wheat still left. He quickly started pumping out arcs of wind that cascaded across the underground complex. After about another hour of work, all the wheat had been cut. “Thank you sunny, I’ll take over from here.” the old man said. Damballa then left the underground complex and started his way to the cemetery to visit his parents. First, Damballa wanted to go to the flower store to buy some flowers for his parent’s grave. Damballa went to the flower store and asked the clerk for the most beautiful flowers they had. The clerk with a thinking expression on her face, told Damballa that the most beautiful flower of all was the ai flower or love. Damballa asked for two of these flowers, but the clerk gave Damballa a solemn look. “That flower can only be found in the middle of the desert, and we haven’t had any ai flowers for weeks” the clerk said. Damballa asked the clerk where in the desert they were located and she told him that they were south of the village. Damballa quickly exited the village and what in search of these flowers that were the most beautiful of them all. Damballa quickly become lost in an endless sea of sand, and he quickly lost his sense of direction. Damballa suddenly felt a sense of intense thirst, and that he had to find water. Damballa wandered around the desert for 2 more hours until he finally collapsed into the sand. “Damballa!” he heard someone say. “Who is that?” Damballa thought. Damballa looked up and saw a woman. “Who are you?” Damballa asked? The women unveiled her hood and revealed a face by now a memory. “Mother?” Damballa said. “Damballa I want you to know that me and your father love you so much and that we always watch over you.” “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you’re weak or that you’re not good enough.” She said to Damballa. “Follow me Damballa; I will lead you to salvation.” Damballa’s mother than floated into the distance, while Damballa followed in pursuit. They finally arrived at a spot, where they stopped. There was a tiny patch of water that Damballa eagerly slurped up and drank with a passion. “Damballa.” His mother said. “Whenever you feel the wind think of us and our protection.” “Wait I need to find the flowers for you and dad!” Damballa exclaimed. “Son, you care about us enough to risk yourself to find a trivial object to give to us.” She said. “We love you Damballa.” His mother said. “Remember the wind and its power.” Damballa woke up in an alien place where he’d never been before. Out of the corner of his eye, Damballa could see a woman. “Who are you he asked?” The woman turned around to face him. “We found you in the desert and brought you back to the village.” She said. “What were you doing out there all by yourself shed said?” Damballa reassured the women he was only looking for something he had lost and thanked her and left. He then left to return to his apartment where nothing but sleep would await him. Damballa entered his room and opened the window. The moon was very beautiful tonight and it shined with a light that out shined that of the beauty of the sun. “I spent my time looking for ai(love), when I really had it all along.” Damballa stared out into the distance and saw the whole village of Suna and its beauty. “I want to protect this someday!” Damballa said to himself. With that, Damballa layed down in his bed with the wind blowing calmly on him. He remembered a song that his mother used to sing to him as a baby. He sang the song to himself. Natsuhiboshi,naze akai?
yuube kanashii yume wo mita.
naite hanashita.
akai me yo
natsuhiboshi,naze mayou?
kieta warashi wo sagashiteru
dakara kanashii yumewo miru
Natsuhiboshi,naze akai?
yuube kanashii yume wo mita.
naite hanashita.
akai me yo
natsuhiboshi,naze mayou?
kieta warashi wo sagashiteru
dakara kanashii yumewo miru

With a tear rolling down his cheek, Damballa tried remembering his parents. He remembered the strength of his father and the wisdom of his mother. His mom and dad truly loved Damballa more than anything. He was their only child and was the center of their world. “That is why they protected me from the bandit.” Damballa told himself. Damballa slowly fell asleep at the sound of the lullaby and remembered his parents who were the greatest people he had ever known. “I’ll become like them one day!”

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