The Leviathan's Gift

Many wonderful things were lost to the remorseless progression of time: Beautiful faces withered into wrinkly mosaics of flesh, vibrant and plentiful friendship were forgotten and left behind, phenomenal figures even stood the risk of being erased from the history books. With this knowledge in mind Xyxer wrote upon a variety of pages with his age-old quill. It felt.. right, to use such an instrument for the passing of his ability. One that had been coveted in the old days of the Mist. One that would serve the Mist once more until the fog itself became crimson.

Finishing off his series of diagrams of the human anatomy in tandem with breathing techniques that were vital for the utilization of the technique, Xyxer left the pages to dry so that the ink would not be smothered. They'd already claimed one village without mass knowledge of this skill. Xyxer's lips curled upwards into a wry smile; the thought of how many more they could conquer with the no-longer 'Lost Arts of Kiri' tasted as sweet as plundered wine from a resisting foe.

[Enabling Kiri shinobi to learn the Lost Arts of Kiri skill if they train in the Grand Academy; ofc shinobi that aren't Kiri can't learn it unless they're taught]