In the streets training (Kaguya Compound)

[Jojo Kaguya]

Jojo would awake a very significant morning there in after her own knowledgeable gain and reflection on what could be signified as an appropriate training event. She had just recently gotten back from a mission while not hers on sign up, she did join in on it upon the start without any other confrontation to it. Jojo herself would only casually sigh lightly before her eyes would close and then breath a low growl as she got herself aroused out of bed, the comfort of her home relaxing in and there in detouring itself into a confrontational place. Her home was nothing more than a possible living place that she hardly remained within. Her eyes closing for only a short stop as she would hop up out of bed and see the blistering sun shining into her bedroom. A crick in her neck already has shown itself in many ways while she would casually find herself calming and contemplating upon which she figured out something of her own knowledge. Her knowledge of a release that she had just stumbled upon so long ago from a scroll, the same scroll that a traveler had given it to her upon which she would only smile.

The very factor of what she could have come down with would be the factors of the knowledge behind the training she could receive. Her calming motion, the very barrier of what she could do was in her own mind and with it, the factors resided within her to allow her to utilize all that she learned for the better and not for the worst. Such training was necessary to her general knowledge, as it would seem. Granted she would only smile with a calm necessity, as she would find that the factors of what she could follow up on in terms of her own personal usage of knowing what to do. By such things, knowing what to do and when to do it was always different in most necessities. Jojo would already know how to utilize some of her older techniques of energy wave jutsu. Her palm focused some of such energy before pushing it into the concrete floor, the very floor having cratered into the ground leaving a nice and heavy indent into the earth. “Energy-wave, a dangerous and almost uncontrollable chakra nature for anyone who is outside the element’s control. Such energy also proves to be quite menacing and dark to the knowledge of what one could utilize.”

Jojo had finished her small amount of knowledge in her mind and focused lightly with the general scope of what she could utilize. She would only take a similar look upon her eyes before steadying herself upon which she would only smile frequently to the stabilizing format of what she could notice with her eyes. She would sigh a small amount more upon such things as she would head out and move her frame outside, clothed in what could be considered a straightjacket for her insanity she is about to commit within her own choice. It was such a choice that had equated itself to the necessary compound of general and albeit knowledge upon herself there in. She would only smile lightly there in, a calming dissolution as she would grin and watch the air as she would head out into a calm and morning air that had seemed to do nothing more than utilize her own potential unrest within her mind. It was a steadying potential upgrade to her own knowledge as she would only smile and with which she would head out to the areas around her to the general sweeps of her own.

Jojo would be breathing heavily with the chakra she had to utilize, as her own knowledge would begin to weigh upon her. She knew what she had to do now as she only smiled and with a small formality of her own she would calmly breath and take in the chakra she had about her body, focusing on it going up to her mind as she would begin to focus. Her eyes closed and while out in the street of her compound, she would begin to formulate a single ball, a ball of complete energy that had formulated for absolute necessity. Jojo knew the things she had to do and from that point begin to move the ball with her mind, the ball moving from every which way she needed it to. The challenge of forming her personal jutsu was necessary to increase the incremental specs of such a jutsu as well. Her eyes shut while focusing completely on this ball of energy that swirled around at her mind. The ball would then come under no control at all, losing focus as Jojo began to open her eyes the ball flew away.

However, the ball’s away direction was directly to the chest of Jojo, flinging her backwards with incredible force, as she would fly her body through a tree and indenting into a wall, as she would cough slightly. “Damn, this is going to be harder than I thought…” Such was what Jojo had not expected when she began her training of such a powerful technique. The power behind energy jutsu was justified, but at the expense of intense mental damage or physical constraints. Jojo only did not like the facts that she could ultimately die in learning the jutsu but it had to be learned so there in she would not give into the temptation of quitting early on in the technique’s barrier of learning. Jojo would only calmly utilize her own schematics of knowing what was in this world’s own universal constraint. Her body’s physical size accordingly to the chakra she could utilize was far different areas of expertise than the norm, which was certain in her mind. She would pull her body up out of the rubble of the wall, breathing heavily once more, as she would look around, no one here at the Kaguya compound made all the training easier.

Jojo would already have trouble with the way her body shook, indeed this little training weighted heavily on her mind and she could already feel the repercussions of it if she were to falter in the training process. She truly could not handle the factors of what she ordinarily utilized in her skillful address. Her smile would calmly put herself into a steady phase of meditation, as she would then hold herself steady and would therein, calmly and effectively move her own general knowledge down to a steady phase of knowing what there was to do for the jutsu and what she had to utilize to learn such a thing. It truly was a special phase of knowing and constituting what she could utilize in all she knew. It was something she could always use as her own knowledgeable basis and then with a small encouraging choice, she would begin to formulate the single energy ball once more. Her eyes closed as she would formulate the basis of knowing and knowing her mind into the suspicion of what there was to know and what there was to forgive in which she popped her neck and began her jutsu utilization.

Moving her body in which way she had to for the formulation plans of which she moved left to right and back again to move about and then with a popping of her neck again, she would begin to move around faster. Moving about to therein her mind. Jumping and then utilizing a running base with her eyes opening as the ball would run about and from there she would dodge the ball as it swished back at her, only for her to duck and with that the ball would round back and begin to circle around Jojo, the ball moving at an incredible pace around her. She would smile and nod, keeping it in tacked while her arms would hand loosely and limp at her sides, a casual look on her face with a calm collective grin as she would tempt fate and risk her mind as to guarantee the creation of the additional seven balls that would begin to form around her. Breaking past the threshold of her mind as the balls she created would begin to swirl around her, the body of what she could utilize with a calm distinguished idea of who and what she was.

Initially a terrifying jutsu to perform or ascertain for her own knowledgeable gain, she would continue on with the training, moving her body about with a little effort until it was virtually impossible to not falter and fail at such a distinguished basis of her own utility of jutsu. Each ball circled her and now she did the hardest part, thinking upon all eight of them she would have them swirl around until finally the eight of them would stretch to form a broken down box like barrier in front of her. Each one of them connecting and shifting as she would smile and watched with a steady eye about them, her own utilization of such jutsu was easier said than done. She moved with her arms limber and useless while she had gotten used to it she still had troubles with balance until she used the Shikotsumyaku to make the bones less dense in her arms. Granted only to then add to the leg balance as she moved nimbly through the air with the barrier actively moving and pushing off all the traps she set with senbon and the like. Her smile steady as she would deactivate and wipe her brow of sweat, “There we go, it is complete.”

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[Jojo Kaguya]

Jojo would be breathing heavily, sweat dropping down from her face and brow as her concentration of the energy ball technique would come to a close, she was happy to have managed a jutsu of that caliber as her eyes would close and her tired and worried expression would kick in, calming in the most awkward moments nonetheless. She would ease her breathing as she would then think of something she had yet to do for something she had not done in much time, talk to her summon, a cheerful one if she knew any, this summon was at the least the beast inspirational friend Jojo had and could always aspire to get to know in such formalities. Jojo would look around at the street she was on and would shake her head, she needed new scenery and a place that was more reserved to perform the summon needed to bring out the slug summon she wished to speak to. Granted she would only smile and continue the day with an excellent form of knowing that she would always be needed in all things she aspired to do in her life. It was necessary and there in needed in all cases of the words.

Jojo hurried away to her special place, a place of solitude yet remedial studies of sorts, a place she trained plenty yet also trained to her heart’s content in no regard to her own self-righteousness. It was this place that she utilized her kekkei genkei so well in the past, the bone field still here after so long as she would place a hand against one of the pillars and smiled. “The chakra is gone, but the bones and destruction remain, father you truly were a horrific fighter.” She would say herself, this was the place that she killed her own father, for being a traitor to the Hozuki compound. This was the place where lies and deception were born, and where she will do her summons and training for the very center of this place was a single plain of grass almost like an oasis though rather a clearing. A place where she could study piece for what she needed to do for the utmost of all general knowledge. Granted she knew what was at stake and if in a battle, she had wanted to be able to fight head on once more in all regards to the utilization of her own formidable fighting style.

A sturdy glance, a smile to her lips, and the wind blowing provocatively through the area, indeed this was a place of mystery. For if one were to discover this place by chance, she could only guarantee a few small survivors and she would always be one of them, as it was her field of bones and therefore her place of solitude. A redeeming quality for a desolate place directly on the outskirts of the Kaguya Compound. She would smile though, briefly to gather her bearings as she only smiled and steadily focused her eyes on this place once more with a calm discretion as a single buzz sound could be heard. A bee flew past her yet she threw a single senbon into its abdomen, striking it to a splitting force, as she would only smile and nod, adding a qualifying stance to her own knowledge to which she would grip the scroll on her back. The scroll of the Mizu no Kuni summoning, slug style. She would smile and knew her own boundary of slug summoning was partial to the individual that retained such knowledge as being a caretaker of the lower slug Katiya.

Yet today, she would train herself to summon Katsuya, mother of the slug summons. She would hope to guarantee herself to summon and in doing so, willingly guarantee she would perform in the summoning position of all the slugs afterwards. She knew the third summon she would learn would be easier, so taking on the harshest of challenges was always the best strategy. Jojo would only smile and ease her hold of the summoning scroll, moving it to which she would open it up, in appearance to all the names of those who possessed the slug scroll in the past. In her blood was her name at the end of the listings, and of course she would put her hand over it and funnel her chakra into it, producing the contract seminar to train someone new or rather learn something new. She would smile and then moving a tad away she would perform the many hand seals required for such a summon, instigating her mind for the chakra as she would funnel it through her body and directly to her right hand as she would form the hand signs in quick succession before slamming her hand to the earth below her.

Jojo merely smiled in the event that training was her favorite activity and while doing so she would grin and propose herself to the aspects of her maximum study. The summon she performed would bring out Katiya whom would bring out and smile, being a third of the giant Katsuya’s size. “Oh hello Kaguya-sama, how are you today?” The slug would say with a smiling tone, indeed Jojo did not know if a slug could smile or not but at least with tone quality, she knew that such beings were partial to knowing what others thought, it truly helped with understanding one like her. “I am doing well. How you are holding up Katiya, still cheerful as ever I can see?” Jojo’s response would be teasing, yet playful all at the same time to which she would only please and appease her summon to do the same, to be cheerful all the time and playful were traits she enjoyed. Jojo, much like her summon Katiya, were well versed in knowing defenses were far superior than offensive capabilities and as such Jojo would keep hold of her mental mind, and with it also kept hold of what she needed in her own knowledgeable background.

Jojo awaited the response of Katiya, something she did not need to do very often as she would smile and listen to Katiya who replied simply enough with a response that did not seem too upsetting. “I am well Kaguya-sama, but I must ask, why have you summoned me here? Normally you keep this place sacred to you and I would not like the idea of you destroying your own sacred foundry.” Indeed a response typical of Katiya however Jojo understood the situation quite well and could not forget about it all that much. Jojo understood all too well about the factors of beneficiary knowledge and such. Jojo would walk about and head directly in the direction of which she would only smile and dedicate her own knowledge about this. Jojo would casually smile and enjoy an utter delight of knowing where she would go with a steady phase of her eyes closed and then looking out at the phase to which she would look at Katiya and would shrug steadily with a simple poetic knowledge of her own thought process of which she would steady her own selective knowledge.

Jojo would bow her body to Katiya and ask kindly with full favor to her own knowledgeable form of such as her voice in this form as such would go on until she would ask, “Please allow me to summon Katsuya, Katiya-san. This is a formal request for me to be allowed to learn to summon her, just in case we by chance end up fighting a tailed beast again.” She would remember being only saved by her own bones, it was the epitome of what made up her strength and only that strength of hers ever got her anywhere. Jojo pausing her breath until finally pausing and which steadied herself to which she would pop her neck and then calm herself to which she would steady herself in momentary knowhow. She hoped to gather up the knowledge and in doing so, she would watch Katiya, for some reason she could just tell that Katiya was measuring her up, measuring her to what form of which Jojo could utilize and know what one could understand and undertake within her. Katiya’s bodily frame was understandable to Jojo, a degree of knowing how one should manage and understand her own utility of stationary self-worth.

Katiya would say calmly, “Yes, I will let you but you must do one thing first, go and catch a cat for me.” Katiya certainly was difficult to understand at times but she now understood that this individual slug was unique in her likes and dislikes. Jojo would only nod and steady her eyes as she would nod and sigh lightly, “Yes I understand. I will do what I can to catch that cat.” Jojo smiled and would disappear, moving her frame of body and mind out and towards what she needed to get to capture some cat and understandably getting one was difficult enough since Jojo’s speeds were bone breaking and disastrous however she only hoped not to take apart something like this. Speed needed to be put down as she would move her body around and then disappear from sight and moved out towards the woods, listening for spots and around different areas to hope and pray that she would listen and find a mew somewhere for the meows of a kitten. Nothing as of yet had come up and her hope to find it was fading to say the least and cats just were not her favorite animals in the world.

Jojo would nonetheless continue on, stationing herself to searching and finding this cat necessary for taking care of what she needed to get there in rid of so that she could finalize her learning and justify it with Katiya to summon Katsuya. A turning steady mind and turnaround of her steadying phase in and out of her own knowledgeable set for which she would move about and get around until finally getting the sound she wanted. It was small, a little mew and her eyes would search about and finally she got what she needed with understanding that single voice she had understood that she knew now. The voice of what she first needed and with which she would smile and gather up the sounds into her ears while searching and moving about to aim for all the individual cats she had seemed to run into. So many little kittens everywhere and she just absolutely could not understand the amount of cats around here, it actually drove her insane. A single phase of which she would enter their little den and now she would find herself being attacked, kittens galore attacking her and steadily all of them aiding and abiding to get at her.

It was intense, the amount of cats there as they kept scratching and attacking Jojo as she would growl lightly before forming a hand sign and which herself and the numerous cats that attacked her would find themselves all faltering and flailing about while Katiya would look about at all the cats that Jojo-sama had brought her. “I knew you could do it Kaguya-sama, well done. Now all you have to do is form two new hand signs to summon up my mother Katsuya.” Jojo would nod and smiled with a steady phase as she would nod and thank Katiya before sending her and all the cats in reverse summon. She would then form all the hand signs and the natural two new sings as well before ultimately creating the summoning station to bring the queen of slugs out of the places of slugs and into this place. Therein Jojo would smile, looking directly at her as she would only smile and seem curious enough, “Oh, is that you Kaguya-san? Katiya-chan told me you would be summoning me.” Thus, from kittens and fretful moments with momentary slug horrors she would now finalize and finish the contract, “Thank you Katiya.”

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[Jojo Kaguya]

Jojo’s breathing was slow, it was also quite calm and intensely quiet as she would be in the presence of Katsuyu, queen of the slugs. Indeed, she would look upon this giant of a creature and be only impressed by her, it was decisively interesting how one being such as this had been able to be inside a single summoning pact, for Jojo herself knew that to summon most humans it required two scrolls. Then again, this was a giant summoning contract scroll so it did make some sense. Jojo would be breathing lightly, her eyes scanning the surrounding territories of her bone landscape before resting back upon the summoned Slug Queen Katsuyu. Jojo herself was far too impressed by the size to notice that Katsuyu was talking the entire time she was just staring up at this behemoth of a summoning. Her own idea of what she could or could not do was granted some idea as to why a summon would be so huge. It was all perspective after all and as such, Jojo kept her mind at a constant ease on some things while cataclysmic relations would bring about another amplitude of other, quite necessary titles to what can or cannot be.

There was a specific air to the way Jojo’s eyes would close softly. To which she would listen to the brief analysis to those around her. It was quite strange, the style the air smelled to her while she would find her way to move about and focus some sense to her. It was odd and in which she would pop her neck and continue with what she would focus and then find something difficult to understand. The breathing of the air was so immoral; it seemed to Jojo at the least. It was the air of what she could understand and in such moral, the very benefits of such acts were difficult to understand. Jojo would move her body to appear upon the head of the slug queen. Looking down at her as she would only smile and have her hand upon that very body as she would smile and rub the head, almost as if she was petting a dog. “Thank you very much for granting me the privilege to summon you, but now I think I will need your aid in performing some techniques in hopes to doing no hand seals at all like you all.

“You who have no hands at all, your abilities for using jutsu without hand seals yet utilizing and performing things that are absolutely beyond interesting. I wish to learn the basics of this,” Jojo would finish, having explained what she hoped to learn while at the same instance she only hoped to become the best in such training and exceptional learning that could be provided to her. Jojo hoped to become a great shinobi, a better shinobi than her traitorous father did yet at the same time able to become a shinobi who understood and utilized all they knew in what she could undergo. Jojo kept a firm hold of her sentimental strength as she awaited some mention, or perhaps a mentality of knowing and understanding to her standpoint to why she needed to learn to perform jutsu without hand seals. No matter how strong these jutsu were in the factors of what she understood in the factors of what can be possible in the efforts and understood value of what she could utilize in her own strengthening value in understanding and knowing all she can do. It was curious as to what she could utilize in her own mentality.

The slug would nod her head, “Jojo-sama, I shall do my best to aid you in the learning, but I cannot guarantee my help will be enough. I can only suggest you utilize some chakra in your hands, to formulate the connection between there and your mind. Master your hands and then master your mind, it is the way to control your helpful need to being a chakra mistress for utilizing hand seals and choosing not to.” A form of which Jojo would understand, that she had much to do in such a small amount of time. Jojo knew some participants to her life, the life of which held very little meaning to the way she could utilize the momentary movements of her own sense of urgency to her. The very calming wind that would breeze as she would understand partially what the slug was meaning and to which she understood meditation was of high sensibility and necessity to what she could and should be doing. It was moments like that, moments that constituted the need to release her to the fullest sense of such beliefs. Jojo would subjugate her own initiative to such things and stay to retain a focus.

Jojo would selectively focus a sense of urgency to what she needed and how she needed it. Would initially pop her neck and move her body to sitting upon the head of her slug summon to where her hands focused her chakra with a hand seal. Twelve-hand seals total made up the total of ninjutsu and genjutsu arts. Such things were the epitome to the entire process allowable to what one can or cannot do in circumstances of what she can learn. The twelve hand signs of the different styles of the calendar as well. Each one being their own form of gathering and releasing the chakra within the sentiment of what was or could be around each of them. It was such things that her own body gathered chakra as she formed the different hand seals, her fingers lacing between each different form of the hand seals as she transitioned them from one to the other. Moving her chakra and molding it to form a necessary compound of different intricate forms of such things to another sect of what she could utilize in her own knowledgeable gain of such aspects. It was just who she was and her knowledge pool was ever growing.

The pool of knowledge expanded, soon forming the hand seals to transition her chakra ever faster in her own momentary beliefs and transitions to her own mental strength. The hand seals forming each hand sign into a transition to the next one. From the bird seal to the boar: her chakra would flutter unto a necessity that was uncontrolled. From there to the dog and followed by the dragon. Just initially, her chakra dampened and from there she formulated her style of chakra to emerge it to what she needed. The hand seals she followed next up would be the hare followed up by the horse, her initial pull of chakra was all she could utilize while her monkey hand seal that followed allowed her to utilize chakra even more. Such chakra had pulled and pushed around her until the ox and ram hand seals poured her chakra around her and destroyed such aspects of this form. Her hands moved to then pull the serpent and tiger hand seals into a movement of her own chakra formation, as she would utilize such things in a form of knowing where to go in such aspects.

Jojo would continue to formulate such chakra and mold it while moving a connection upon her own mental formality in such, she would focus and then the chakra would be forming directly to her mind. A ball of chakra forming itself to the form of such she would find it appearing at her mind, the connection slowly was being built and made into what she needed and wanted into her aspects of control. It was all about control, it was the will of the board so to speak, the will of understanding and persevering was fully in her mind and she knew where to go to get what she wanted out of the control set before her. It was this format of understanding, in the situation at hand, that would allow her to formulate the chakra and allow it to ball up in her mind, almost as if sealing a portion within that spot alone. Such was the aspect of understanding, the very philosophy of knowing that she needed to go on from one point to next and manage such endeavors of her own life to that of what she knew she could utilize to the fullest regard of chakra manipulation.

It was this formation of what she could utilize, what she knew she could control in the aspects of what she knew best, such things were tidily snuck into her mind and from that stand point she would understand and utilize her own formation of knowing what she could do. The chakra sealed into her mind was not much, it was not all she could do either, however she could understand just how much she could with what chakra was there. This chakra allowed her to formulate her own initiative of what her precognitive sense was within such an aspect of unity. The unifying forms of chakra in her mind as each chakra hand sign would be imprinted there, almost as if the seal itself was forming a bond to her mental core of knowledge. The very core of which she would form and manipulate the charka within her bodily system to understand and manipulate such chakras as her eyes would widen and understood just what she was doing in the mention of her own prognosis of chakra expansion and understanding. It was this chakra and formality of it that would manipulate itself into her mind, forming the symbol of seal upon her very brain.

Her body tightened itself, almost heaving its body into a form of uncontrollable formulation of which she would find herself in a form of never knowing or desiring as such chakra formed the seal. The pain was exponential to her, forming itself to a manner of knowing that it was only her and the pain was going to be gone soon enough, yet it still hampered on in her mind. The chakra forming and destroying all in its path while swirling within Such a chakra motioned itself almost as if it were an overgrowing squall of water that sent her overboard in her own mind, choking on the water as she would widen her eyes in reality, coughing up blood upon the head of her summon. Katsuyu worried yet doing nothing for it was a trial Jojo had to live within her own mental mind, a trial to herself and for all she knew. Such trials managed to test her and such tests drove her insane to the moment of which she would be coughing more as the seal was finishing its own writing upon her mind and mental formulation of compiling of chakra.

This complication, this compilation of chakra urged itself forwards to drive her ever closer to insanity yet effectively it would drive her into a corner, the corner of her mind to which such chakra would urge and beset itself into a format of knowing that she could perform only few jutsu with this style of technique. As tricky and sneaky as it was, it still only held so much strength to its virtual limitless form. Jojo would understand this, working with it to finalize everything that she could do, as she would unsummon Katsuyu. Her body moving into its own corner as she would fall to the ground, landing nimbly while also heaving a heavy sigh as she would look forwards with her golden eyes, moving herself then to perform the shunshin no jutsu, a jutsu requiring one hand seal to perform. Though now she moved at such a fast pace, back to the compound center with wind and dust picked up and swirling around her as she would land on the top of her apartment, “That was a neat trick, thank you Katsuyu for teaching me.” It was all taught, her own knowledge of such a technique could only train her in the order to which she would be breathing ever heavier until finally moving into her apartment and sleeping, so many days of training had gone by, she needed more time to rest.

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[Jojo Kaguya]

A bed never felt so good to Jojo before in her life. The way it just intended and extended favor over her bodily frame for no apparent reason at all. The way that her eyes closed in a calm peace while the swirling desires of such a feat illuminated her. She enjoyed sleep, and the way the warmth of the night passed on to day and on again to the night. Before Jojo knew it, she had slept for five straight days in which she would awaken only because hunger had finally set in and aimed to destroy her from inside out. Granted Jojo was happily educating herself in the forward thinking in the aspects of food. That was when she woke up realizing her last meal was so long ago. Her eyes glassy and glazed over as she would move towards the breakfast line, taking eighteen of breads, fruits, vegetables, and proteins that were offered. Initially she was too hungry to think as she began to devour such foods, the way it formatted inside her empty stomach, encouraged her to finish her meal with a delightfully large sigh, as she would look around at all the shocked faces. She would look at all of them and then shrug, moving her body back to her room.

Once back inside her room she will have started to dress out of her torn clothing from five days ago and begin clothing herself in some tattered taping of medical gauze tape. It was almost like mummification while she surrounded her extremities followed by making the wrappings go completely thorough from chest to shoulder to forearm. Along with this her midriff was completely exposed while from hip line down to mid calves were taped up. Once all this was done she would put on fish net along her body, a lot of it was surrounding the tapped areas while she would also have it move along the rest of her leg of exposed skin, upon doing this she would smile and head out, carrying all her gear with her on the equivalently aided areas. She would smile and rush out, moving with a speed to a better performance area where she would be undisturbed for all her training. Therein for the jutsu she had hoped and gained thorough explanation over in how to perform with which she would only smile and begin there in with the appropriate cloning hand sign of a half tiger seal in each hand then made in a crucifix fashion in front of her by a few inches.

With only her own mental key notes to go off, she would summon up a clone, a haphazardly disgraceful looking clone whose hair was not even the same color as Jojo’s own eyes. Let alone the facial structure was terrible. Jojo would only shake her head and start anew, moving her fingers once more as she canceled the jutsu and began once more in creating another clone, attempting to continue thoroughly trying to create one that remotely looked similar to Jojo. Hell she would be pleased with a small similarity compared to the terrible approach the first clone was to the rest of her. She would keep at it, the day’s wind blowing with a calm breeze, the soggy air uplifting as the dew of the morning air would leave and she would make up a looking smile as she finally made a clone almost identical to herself. Granted the clothing was somewhat off, the fishnet was gone, but all the taping remained, as she would look the clone over.

The clone’s hair was green and long, just the same length as Jojo’s own while she would smile and witness the clone’s own muscle tone was the same way, good. Jojo smiled her eyes on the clone before moving her frame and snapping her clone’s neck to disable the jutsu. She would smile, the unused chakra of the clone returning to her, as she would smile. “Though it is not quite complete, that clone should be sufficient compared to some genin I fight, maybe even civilian targets. However, against anyone else, a sensor will see strait through it. I need it better than that for them.” The reasoning was spot on accurate, Jojo’s eyes would close with a steady smile etching itself to her face before she would bring a hand up and followed by the other hand she would summon up more of these clones, all the clones she came up with following all had some flaw. One had muscle tissue actually exposed, others were just minor details of voice and hair length, and there was a few with different eyes. Such minor details that could be fatal in a contingency plan when one would need it most in the world of today.

Jojo kept at it, the clones at work and the jutsu formatting itself until she was completely perfected. The timing of such a jutsu was also something that would have to be needed as she would utterly need the capacity to formulate such jutsu and clones to the manner of knowing that in herself she would appear as just one individual inside a technique but with a clone, such aspects would prove just as difficult. It was for those difficulties that she hoped to prove herself all the better and more resourceful. Jutsu all were allied with some form of unfortunate ending, and with the clone jutsu, Jojo knew she could perform so many at a time. Her body manipulating the chakra, as she would go through the field ranks of chakra in her style of combat. Making one clone, followed by another soon enough. Both of these were identical to one another, as she would make one more after that, her chakra far weaker now as she would make one more, all of these clones together were made up of her own chakra and as it were, she would smile, as she would look at them with a curious gaze.

It was in such a gaze she would throw a senbon into each of their throats and feel the chakra flow back into her, such a heavy amount of chakra as well. She could feel the chakra push her bodily frame back, her body having been thrown into a backwards spin of a summersault, as she would land on her stomach, cringing, as she would cough a little blood. A giggle to her lips when she would recover from all the pain and tormenting she had endured to become a part of such a jutsu cast. She now had a contingency plan of a jutsu, able to rely on it with a calming desire with her eyes set and her smile formulated with a cautious gaze about herself. It was such a moment that she would smile and pop her neck once more. A single similarity boosting itself to a perpetual glance as she would slowly rise up and head back home, ready to sleep another five days if need be for the jutsu she trained this time was far superior to her own high level energy release jutsu. Alternatively, at the least, it was that way to Jojo’s own mind.

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[Jojo Kaguya]

Jojo had enjoyed her day off as many could say. She personally would expect herself to believe that she would be able to perform the most absolute study for today. What should she study today though? It could very easily be many different facets of the history she needed to remember and for that, she had field study reports she could learn from. It all helped her in the end no less. She would then grab five field study reports and then following that up she also grabbed a genjutsu scroll. She had many different studies to do and in the end she also had to learn many things of the entirety of the village, itself for her memory loss was not something she enjoyed having. So wherein she would give the gatekeeper of her mind information as to where she would be going. Jojo would pop her neck and then happen to get herself through her mental restraints while unlocking what memories she had to. Gaining knowledge of the battles around her, of the genjutsu utilized and what could be utilized. All of which are individual great jutsu in theory that allow her to focus and learn everything she needs to learn.

As Jojo gracefully learned to analyze the reports, she would be traveling to the one place that she knew she could maintain complete knowledge of and therein focus on maintaining a genjutsu of her training. The history of the start of a specific tree genjutsu was in mind. The history of its use was quite astonishing as the place where the two ninja fought and yet found peace was the same place that two friends found way to destroy each other. This place and the people there were leading to an eternity of hatred with each other and Jojo sat in that very place now. At least that is what the official reports of the incident so many years ago stated. Her own mind dictated it as nothing though when her memory would be slowly reinitiating itself. She would find someone here though, someone she did not know yet that chakra was far too impressive to be that of any average fighter. So therefore, she would gather round and walk towards the being as she called out to him, “Hello there, how might you be?” Her green hair and face accented well, the ‘v’ shaped tattoo on her head replaced the old emblem of the Kaguya while it shone brightly in the rising sun’s glares.

Clothed in a white tunic with a black sash around her waist and black belts holding her sword along her back alongside her contract of slugs. Gladly she did not have much to worry for because she was graceful in her knowledge now, as she would notice things around here. She wondered what else there was for her to focus on as it were. With that being said, she would gladly look at this Shinobi after having asked him, she would merely be patient and graceful in her efforts to converse. The shinobi’s eyes closed softly and slowly at the sound of a greeting made out to him. His hands were in his pants pockets; clothes softly being brushed by the wind current streaming past him at his current position atop the statues. Closing his eyes made the waterfall is crashing sound more effective and calming, almost drowning out the greeting; nevertheless, it was already heard, and identified as well. The voice of the green-haired woman was one not easily forgettable. The two came across paths long before as the Terumi was a part of the Hozuki banner, but it was a voice not heard from recent times.

The boy would not have imagined seeing the woman again soon, or at the very least, she would not have been in his top five choices to run into when he made this trip to the water’s edge. He took in one solid breath, and breathed slowly out through his nostrils. ”I’m well.” He wondered why she was here of all places there and then, and could not also help but wonder if it had to do with his own presence there. He was officially a missing-nin wanted dead or alive by the same compound that he disowned. Not many people knew of his status, at least not the common folk of the Hozuki Compound. However, there was no doubt that ninja like her was well aware, so the possibility of her being there to subdue him was no stranger. Yet, the thought did not trouble him. Her persona and body language was just as calming and relaxed as it was before. Jojo must recall the boy’s inability to talk much, and act somewhat distant. Yet, just the mere fact that he responded to the woman showed respect right there. The two had an interesting past – it was somewhat of a ‘silent’ rivalry, although the boy did not really pay it much mind before, and honestly did not come back to his memory then either. The Terumi still gazed out atop the stall looking at the distance with Jojo still behind his back.

Jojo would only smile, she knew about the boy and now she had the perfect test subject for her new jutsu ideas. On the other hand, so that would be in her hopes of utilizing genjutsu. The terumi9 child only knew Jojo as far as anyone knew about the green haired beauty, a taijutsu fanatic while the utility of such a jutsu forensic could be a utility of Jojo’s own educational means. She would only smile and after forming a hand seals, she would pour chakra into the air, utilizing the genjutsu of Jubaku Satsu (Tree Binding Death) as the tree would form, and wrapping around the being. It was all too fast for him yet at the same instance the clone of blood would fall apart. Jojo automatically got into a low stance, readying herself for the moment to strike, the moment that attacking was fruitful. She would only smile there in and begin to smile as she would formulate such attempts to destroy the Terumi as she would manipulate her arms and legs to begin educating and there in destroying the boy, using the genjutsu three times more, only two of the three fatal as she would aim and kill the boy. Her training successful as she would smile and look at the dead soul laying in the pool of blood, her body having formed out of one of the tree’s branches in the genjutsu. With enough time and energy to pull free her sword and stab it straight down the collarbone and through the left lung and heart all at once.

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