Re: Midst of Training |PRIVATE|

Thu May 07, 2015 10:45 am

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Fri May 15, 2015 4:29 pm

The Yamanaka felt her ambition and her urge to try her hardest fade away as the Uchiha left the sullen looking clearing, engulfed by beams of dawning sunlight. It seemed this would be the last time she would see him, and that made her sad. None the less, she could not let that stop her from becoming stronger. She had essentially become a shinobi to prove her clan wrong, to prove that she was not a weakling. Soon she would not have that as an excuse to rely on. She would have to find a reason for being a shinobi within this small time period, or else her efforts would be futile. If Kagura did not find her driving motive for being a shinobi soon she would go back to being the black sheep of her clan.

She would not let that happen. The platinum haired teen was taking all of these factors into consideration while she was resting. Her back was arched against the rough bark of the oak tree behind her, and her body matted down the blades of grass below it. Her pale white hands were clasped together, and her legs were folded beneath her. She could slowly feel the chilling warmth of her chakra returning to her fill every one of her senses. She stood up, readjusting the pony tail she had. The girl approached the center of the training field with her eyes clenched close. Her teeth were clenched together just as tight as her eyelids. She opened them, immediately contorting the Clone handseal and producing a massive amount of chakra in one fell swoop.

After allowing the chakra to flood around her, she concentrated on separating her overall stamina and chakra into two. That mental fission became physical. A plume of gray smoke emerged around her, as a perfect clone of the Yamanaka appeared with the smoke. She extended her left arm out, attempting to place her hand upon the clone's shoulder so she could support herself, as she was inconceivably exhausted. To her surprise, her hand phased right through, and she stumbled, losing her balance and falling sideways. Her figure phased through the clone's lower waist, right leg and arm. Her forehead immediately met the rough, hard surface of the side of her clone's left leg's kneecap.

She moaned in pain, lifting herself off the ground, or that's what she attempted to do before she only managed to roll onto her other side, to subside the pain that the left side of her torso was feeling. It seemed that learning the Shadow Clone Technique was a hopeless dream for her, as she failed whenever she tried to do it. The girl huffed heavily, clasping her hands together and drawing chakra from her inner reserves. "One...more time.." She murmured under her ragged breaths with uneven timing between each word that escaped her maw and resonated as a soft murmur. She pulled forth the necessary amount of chakra, and afterwards she once again weaved the Clone handseal.

A plume of gray smoke engulfed her, as a shadow clone emerged. She had finally done the technique properly, but as unlucky as she was, she had exhausted her chakra reserves in the process. With a small bit of chakra left, the blonde had been blessed with the fortune to gain the least bad effect of exhausting her chakra, unconsciousness.

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Shadow Clone Technique - (1562 / 1500)