Memorial to the Bijuu Rage

[Jojo Kaguya]

Jojo's eyes moved left and right. She was by far doing some training today and that was in itself not likely to bode well with the administration. She was after all a Jounin without any genin to teach so she was training herself with the full idea to enter her skills into the mix so that she found so indisputably great for herself to train. She was one who kept to herself for the most part and even in that aspect, she did her best styles of training for all possibilities needed. She was definitely doing the illegal by training in the forests of the land of fire, without permission but after a few scrolls of research, she found her way into the forests and jungles in which she held full intent to train and nothing but train until she was possibly too tired to move. It was who she was what she was, for that, she would do her best to enter in and fully succeed in training her skills to the max. Jojo probably just was not the only one who thought this, “That the land of fire held the most chakra profound areas in life and even after life itself.”

Therefore, she moved all her training and possibilities to the forest of deadly contact. This was the only place in all of the Uchiha Banners land where she could train peacefully and completely use her abilities to the maximum capability. While also keeping her skills to the max as she entered the area without accruing the eyes of those of the authority ranks. The ‘forest of deadly contact’ was the remains of the endangered and completely catastrophic failing that the eight-tailed bijuu had found a village of and destroyed. She knew the one place for certain were peaceful now that the beast was subdued. She was a significant ninja whom became an addition to the land of water years ago and from all that she learned and trained, it would be these next couple of days she carried to the best ability within her. Her lethal aptitude would definitely rise with the knowledgeable learning of this technique she was so elegantly going to learn to control chakra to the highest possibility, or rather not to control it but rather to gather it up and increase her chakra capacity with it. It was the subtle realization of this that allowed her to utilize and manipulate her grandest of capabilities.

Considering this, she would enter the very center of the entire area, the epicenter where almost all individuals of the Uchiha and the Hozuki banners were nearly killed. This spot had endured and there in almost completely killed all of them within. Jojo would open her eyes and with them view the space in its own right and under no circumstance would she appear to be doing something wrong. She would perform multiple hand seals, each one accompanied by her formulation of chakra all the while issuing a degree of calmness to herself and as she performed the hand signs she did them with elegant speed. It was such speed and skill that her hands began to hurt form doing so many, forming so many chakra manipulations within her own mental remnants and as skill would have it and maybe a small amount of bad luck, a large snake came slithering out of darkness and into reality. Jojo would stare at it, just as it would stare at her, the tongue slithering and flickering to taste the wind for a trail. It was this trail that she would hear and furthermore gather with all intellect about the very place.

This snake seemed as if it was afraid that being near Jojo too long would make it weaker, unless she died of course. It was then that her eyes saw those eyes of the snake, and in those eyes, she understood that this creature was going to maim and kill her. She however made the ability manifest in herself, the chakra capacity she aimed to collect and garner into her body. Her own blade came from her back as she grunted and snarled, "You dare make a fool of me? You will pay drastically for your incompetence." Jojo would charge the snake and the battle would begin. Her arm slashing up across the face as the snake would reform to lash out with its own attack as Jojo elegantly jumped backwards. It was interesting about this snake, its body almost like chakra itself as it had formed its head back together without any stitches or other. Yet she watched the snake formulate itself around Jojo while she would continue to gather chakra, gathering as much as she possibly could while her blade twisted around in her hand, twirling the handle in her palm. Pursuit of the ability was what she went and strode for, it was this striding capability that she would continue to twirl her sword and in full acceptance, she hoped to achieve a state higher than the general norm of the attack.

Jojo felt the ground beneath her feet, the ground of which continued to strode and formulate in her own feet with a chakra compounded around her, as she would then pursue the ability. She would push her sword up and out of her hand as her attack formed and her eyes squinted. Hoping and aiming to slash the snake through its epicenter as it charged at her. The snake was far faster than expected though; it had moved its frame and bodily self to a part she had never expected to see before, as she would find herself flying through the air. This flight was short lived by a bone-breaking slam into a tree, her body striking it with such a powerful toll that the tree itself broke before she did. Granted she broke air, heaving a heavy sigh and with it, she aimed to establish her own mental strain to its fullest regard. Shocking her and yet destroying a completely rapid amount of the forest she would be shocked if no one came to investigate the destruction that had just occurred just now. Jojo was well known to the beneficial factors as a hidden guardian all the while she was still grateful to her learning curve and capabilities as a compatible fighter.

Sword still clutching in her hand she had sighed and continued to heave her breath. She could tell she was nearing the point of passing out into a dreamscape of which she would aim and hope to compound herself to a general strength within her. Jojo knew that her skills were grand in defense, it was her bones that bestowed this development upon her and yet she did not learn to utilize them in all events, it was not until later on that she could thoroughly learn and utilize them to the fullest from that point on. She would charge the snake again, knowing that it was no ordinary snake she would utilize all her strengths, her intense godly speed, as she would push herself forward and conduct herself in a manner acceptable of herself. The manner of which she had her sword spinning in the air and around herself until formidably she would adjust her strengths and such with her abilities she maintained her capabilities to attack in full regard and there in aim all the more in the available strengths of her own use. It was this strengthened bond that she formed more chakra, allowing it to plow within her strengthened skills and applicable speed and desire until she would formulate her intense knowledge to swordplay and taijutsu against this snake.

This snake ultimately was something far worse than she was; it was that single whim that which channeled her chakra elsewhere. Towards the atmosphere of something far superior to her, the indefinite truth of her own incredible knowledge and absolution was unmistakable. This snake’s body was the same dark green color as any other. Yet there was something about the snake that brought about a different feel, the steady and unmistakable shade of fear that could be wrought about her own skin. The way it felt that she would, knowledgably maintain in her own heart how this snake made her fear it, to loath it, to ultimately and unmistakably want it dead. It was these factors that brought her mind to unrest of general and unmistakable distraught of itself. Jojo would want to ruin it, to destroy it from the inside out. This was who she was and as it were, she would hope that it would be enough to do what she hoped. Her body moved with incredible speed, the speed of which she would move was impossible to read to a point, as she would find her body hovering above the snake in the speed, yet its trace of scent would leave Jojo blocking a deadly bite strike from piercing her chest and back. The sword Jojo used to swipe with would cut both the bottom and top fangs that would have killed her.

Jojo felt a burning sensation; the acidic venom spilling out of the snake’s fangs crept along her arm, burning it from just the touch and feel of such a painful manner, as she would widen her eyes in shock and surprise, as she would move her body away with a steady shock about her face. All the while, her sword moved around with her body and the blade itself would swirl and twist until she would jump strait into that throat, her sword arm cutting into its body, aiming and destroying the beasties insides as she traversed down that throat. The insides of the snake very confining yet as giant as it was compared to her, she would find herself killing it without any regard to destroying herself. The blade in its full swing work had indefinitely allowed her to carve the snake apart, to kill it with the entity and determination to destroy and there in absolute herself to killing it even further. It was that very small voice, the small moment when snakes die that she would be pulling herself out of the snake’s bowels, her body covered in blood and slime, as she would wipe her face clean. It was while the snake would fall apart, her blade work matched with speed allowed the snake to remain itself and solidly functional before becoming a million slices of Swiss snake. Her body would be heaving heavy sighs, heavy breaths before she fell down to the ground, her body hitting it hard only after she had sheathed her sword. Then with a single hand, she would release all her gathered chakra around her, clearing her from the minds and eyes and smells of those aiming to hunt humans or her in the midst of being in the refuse of snake. She would only breathe small amounts of air, the capability to which she would steadily take in amounts of air through her mouth and exhale through her nose. It was moments such as this, which she was glad she passed out in.

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[Jojo Kaguya]

Jojo had passed out, her breath leaving her body, as she would be almost in that near dead stage of life, her breathing haphazard, as she would be breathing in a steady glance of what she could have accustomed to herself in such a manner of her own thought. Though now she dreamed of a flash back of a day she regretted ideally and not only that but it was such an old flashback too that she almost forgot that it had ever happened. The day she first began to train the electrical jutsu was one she would never forget on any night aside from a day like this when her power is nearly had and she is almost completely done with as her abilities are in itself driven to madness. Such madness was her own ideal thought process, and as it were, Jojo could only do so much with her own initiative madness in her own mental capability. This aforementioned ideology kept her sane enough for her own mentioning of prowess and power. The tale of which she hoped to have forgotten in the days of her youth, to forget the potential of disaster and distraught courage of which she would feel a calmness about herself in this form.

-Begin Flashback-

"Hey there brother,” Jojo would yell as she looked up from her viewing spot of Kei. Kei is a taller individual, one of which held a perspective view of many natures with his longer white hair that parted perfectly to one side. The boy himself was shifty, having golden eyes like their mother yet the face and hair of their father. This was a time when Jojo was only a genin, just around nine years of age as she had witnessed and watched her brother grow into the man he had become. This man was something of a very promising individual, one of which was quite different in terms of who he was and where he was going with his life. The brother wearing the same straitjacket that Jojo wore. It was their testament to being test subjects to some of the Kaguya while at the same time, members of a council member’s family. This icon of family was very distraught in some cases though as Jojo would always look up to her brother in many times of need. Jojo did her best not to outshine her brother but at some cases, she had her moments of shine where she did in fact outshine him.

Jojo had been watching him train his forbidden Kaguya arts for a long time, ever since she was still just a young student of training, and now she would say something about his training methods and possibly aid him in helping her. "I have just researched a new technique that can help me improve your reflexes and it will help me improve on my jutsu, how about it then? Will you help me train?" Jojo readied a stance as she started to perform the appropriate hand seals: Boar, Ram, and Snake. She did this in a succession of three tries as she started to focus her chakra into her hands as with a quick and demented though she smiled at him, this was going be hard to dodge due to her brother's close quarter's nature. She flooded her hands with the energy of lightning, the energy that thoroughly produced by the friction of the air molecules forming and jittering within the palm of her hand and the extended chakra. Her chakra nature ignited the wind nature, all of which would statically charge up the attack that would become the training catalyst for these two siblings. Such a display of power would hope to become what was necessary in what she aimed to accomplish.

The jittering chakra, the sparking light and sparkling noise would end up glowing in her hand before she would connect with the floor to deliver the needed chakra. All as she would convert the energetic electrical charges into the earthy ground. Jojo was ecstatic about this improvement as she exclaimed, "Hope your reflexes have improved my brother, this ought to hurt if you aren't ready for it." Such a ploy was not to ignite her brother’s rage, but rather to prepare him for what was to come. Such was Jojo’s nature, as even now she did her hardest to aid in defending other’s personalities and moral by sacrificing her own. It was just who she was and she could not evade such fates any longer. It was who she was, why she did what she aimed to do. Such things rallied others and diminished her until she would one day be nothing but a defensive wall for those who came to her, to help aid them and as a foolish wall could always do, it was a defendable statement to the end. Jojo went on though, eyeing her brother carefully as he had gotten down into that stance, a stance she knew all too well as the preparation for his larch dance.

Jojo then slammed her hands into the ground releasing the power of electricity. As she sent it out around a ten-meter radius of the deadly electricity, it would consume the room’s stone/bamboo flooring. This creation of electricity would end up educating the brother in defensive work and warfare, the strategy surrounding her and the guidance of which she would aid in her own natural capabilities would only allow so much of her own natural selection to the guidance of allowance, such was the purpose behind which she aimed all anticipation. The way she moved her body, the way she aimed her natural selection towards a specific goal. This lighting would move itself to the guided and fullest of speeds to the prognosis of which her attempts to attack were great in her nature. Such lightning moved in a friendly pace yet it would do so in a quite unproductive manner. This manner would make it force out to crack under the full pressure of the attack. The lightning surged randomly yet guided through the area with a distinct target in mind, her Kaguya brother. Jojo would not stop there either as she rose up her head, glad she had the basics of this jutsu down.

However, she then lifted up her two hands but then realized something was off, as she would twist to dive backwards. The young girl was impressed with her brother’s friend. The person’s reflexes were astonishing when that boomerang thrown accurately aimed to knock Jojo out, only to have her evade it with the dive to the right. This moment, the moment when a champion could gain recognition would rather find to which a degree of knowledge passed down to Jojo as she would move and face off against her brother’s friend now. Her brother having dodged and effectively moved out of the way of her lightning attack with little trouble at all. Jojo herself would only find it aggravating in the terms of her competition here in this regard. Her smile granting a momentary satisfaction to herself as it would only frown slightly. The gain of natural selectivity of momentary justice was enough for her to continue with a brief sigh. The way her brother and friend fought, she had never seen teamwork before in any of her days of training that worked so well like this one. Their fighting styles never clashing yet complimented one another in very different lights.

Jojo would roll to the side as her brother had let out a battle cry with swinging the practice sword at her. She would perform the hand seals required as she kept out of sword's reach from Kei as she smiled at him, "I don't need only my hands to power this jutsu." She then started to gather the chakra in her feet. She would at that moment of time release the same attack once more with dodging ease. Yet now at the time of release, she would find herself performing hand seals to launch some of the lightning up to then rain down on the three of them. The rain in actuality with her chakra guided itself to fall on the brother and his friend whereas not on her, yet the lightning chakra was always uncontrollable in many mannerisms and this was no different when Jojo felt the shocking tingle emanating through her frame. The electrical frame allowed one to utilize their practices to the maximum potential in all likely hood of what one knew and can come across in retrospect of knowledgeable gain. Jojo would use what little chakra she had at the time and boast to gain all she could in the times to come.

Jojo formed her hand seals yet again, the electrical blast curled and twisted around hitting each rain spot more powerfully than the spot without the rain on them. She personally had no grudge but she did have the most potential to kill them right now, as her combination of jutsu was highly effective and useful to her. The fragments of different and yet deadly chakra attacks of lightning natures continued to diagram themselves around the opponents. Her opponents however had launched a few of their deadly bone bullets and wind bullets at her. Such attacks stayed her lightning and chakra capabilities to a minimum. She would quickly analyze position, ratio, speed, and other matrices to catastrophic forms a secondary fragment of attack, a special form to which she would move her frame with faster styles. With these down, she would have the best idea of when to use the jutsu and when it was most appropriate and for what situation, though this would happen at the wrong time. Jojo would scream in anxious fear when she started to feel the bones enter her leg. The bones sculpting and digging through her flesh indiscriminately. The pain went to disrupting the equilibrium framework within her tiny body. Through her body and mental frames, it was thus steady hand that aided her well.

Jojo would jump back with one leg powering her jump when seeing Kei perform the same jutsu as performed first at her. She would grab his bone boomerang and would slam it right to the front of his sight. Walking over to him, as she would have had it pierce the ground that was splitting, as she would tip toe stand on it unharmed by the next attack. The next attack that had endangered her would happen to be the very attack she was training to show herself as a well-bred shinobi. This movement and aiding attack would occur to be the just and best form of which she would find in her life the nature of what it meant to be a user of such an attack. Her body and frame moving to then look at her brother’s friend whom was still using the same attack, channeling a chakra of electrical current through the area with little discretion at all. The very use of such a technique was empowering and yet also dangerous. It was the danger that outweighed the benefits that were here in her moment of unfair advantage. Her leg bleeding, her eyes filled with a distress she would not call it quits yet though, her nature of being was not of the quitting breed.

Out of most of the already known abilities of the brother’s friend, that select jutsu would not be able to reach her. "I said it those days ago when we first joined up to train I believe. That you were always quick on your feet but never thought of the consequences until after you've done." Jojo used this as a taunt as she released hold of the boomerang under her foot as she would kick up, kicking her foot around to then send it flying directly back at that friend of her brother as the single form of it would ping and hit her brother square in the head. A bone boomerang made up of the same density of bone as her brother’s skeletal structure allowed she to find that she would only smile and edge herself closer and more spot on in the events of which she would move her body and frame to a diagram of knowledge. Her prowess went from forming to booming. Ideal and intent on keeping itself alive in her own body. It was the single event of what would be to come, as she would find her foot planting flatly inside the friend’s chest. The chest that would start to falter and crush itself under her foot’s weight, bone and calcium deposits alike allowing her to grow in weight for a small moment of time.

Then a genjutsu was released, the dojo area was cataclysmically erased from existence as she would find her brother and his friend both standing their happy as can be, Jojo on the other hand was on the ground breathing heavily as she would find herself with no external or internal energies. It was a moment of which she would find herself put under much rigorous stress and pain to exercise her chakra at that time. It was the steady knowledge of which she would only blink in a calm surprise at what had occurred that day. It was the calming sense of being, as she would see their laughing and jovial faces become ragged bones in an instant, or at least the friend was. Her brother’s became a cloud of darkness as she no longer saw his face in the midst of the knowledge she held in her mind. It was in this form of knowledge that sent her through a jubilating gradual change of her own knowledgeable background, in which she would only blink. Then fall into a deep sleep of her own, a deep sleep that sent rivets of pain through her frame.

-End Flashback-

Jojo would find herself waking up in the desiccate remains of a snake, her eyes looking around as she would smell the air, the rank smell of death told her that she had been out for a little more than four hours, her hands and feet clammy and yet with a few squeezes she wondered what felt so odd. It would be then, that she witnessed the ground, it appeared to have craters in, almost with burning on the ground as she saw that through all her attempts and knowledgeable breakdowns she would find that she had been doing far more than most chakra training. In that dream she had electrified the ground repeatedly, expelling chakra to utilize and make more room for her chakra deposits to come. Her eyes blinking in surprise that her subconscious did this in the middle of a dream, a dream of which she would then begin to cry, crying a fashion of which she would find the memory of her brother once more, her mind fuzzy in the past but now she no longer thought it so. She had a brother, only thing to do now was to figure out where her brother resided.

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