Doku Men'eki Training

Name: Doku Men'eki (Poison Immunity)
Rank: C
Type: Clan Ninjutsu
Element: -
Chakra Cost: 4
Description: Kuchinawa Clan members are heavily obsessed with their poisonous blood. They have studied it for years along with their snake companions venom. Through these studies they have unlocked the secret to poisons and created a jutsu to counter-act them. The user needs to be close enough to touch the victim for this jutsu to work. As long as the user has felt the poison that's being used themselves they can cure the victim, and when used on themselves can create an immunity to whatever was used. In order for the jutsu to work, the victim must let the users nin-snake bite them and inject them with an anti-venom.



Paks crossed the street and stood at the gate to her house. Paks watched the wind stir up some leaves and send them swirling, miniature maelstroms in her yard. She opened the gate and moved forward the few steps to the door of her house. Paks entered quietly, taking her shoes off. She spotted her Fathers shoes in the getabako. He was home then. Paks hadn’t heard his voice when she came in, but that was hardly ever any true indication.

She strode down the main hallway, at the end of the hall was the kitchen. When Paks got to the doorway she saw that he was sitting and drinking tea. He looked up when she paused in the doorway. Paks bowed deeply, taking a small step forward.

“Paksennarion, good. I was looking for you,” he motioned for her to stop bowing, “Since you are now a Genin, even if your Sensei has yet to start your training, I believe that it is time for you to learn one of our great Clan jutsu.”

Paks eyed the ground. A Clan jutsu? His wording implied that this in particular was a staple jutsu. This was good, knowledge of the fundamental Clan jutsu was a mark of how highly you were held in the Clan hierarchy. So far she knew the very basic Clan bloodline jutsu, but everyone knew those ones. “Thank you Father. I would be honored,” she intoned.

He nodded sharply. “Of course. Now, we should do this inside. Follow me.” He set down his tea cup and stalked off, Paks following behind him. He went down one of the side hallways until they reached a medium sized room with wooden floors. It was empty of all furniture, another dusty practice room. Her Father stepped inside the room and gestured for her to follow. Once she was inside he closed the door with a small ‘click’. It was dim inside, with only one window but there was more than enough light to see by as her eyes quickly adjusted.

Her Father looked at her evaluating. Waiting for her to situate herself. She looked over at him before glancing down. “The jutsu I will teach you is called Doku Men’eki,” Paks wordlessly mouthed the name, tasting the way it felt, committing it to memory, “It is one of the great achievements of our Clan. It allows the user to cure any poison that they have been exposed to before,” he paused as if waiting to see if she wanted to ask something. Paks didn’t.

“Now, I will show you how it is done.” His nin-snake, a big black adder, lifted its heavy head from where he had been lying curled around her Father’s neck. He slithered forward at a deceptively lethargic pace, and then quick as lightening struck. Paks watched as he sunk his fangs into her fathers upper arm, injecting him with his venom. Her Father calmly went through four hand seals, even as the area around the bite was turning black as the venom ate away at his skin. He tapped his nin-snake after having preformed the hand seals and his nin-snake bit him again. Close to the first bite. The black stopped spreading. Paks realized that her heart was pounding. This jutsu… depended highly on the amount of time between the injection of the venom/poison and the use of it. Her Father’s skin was still injured, but the poison was gone. The nin-snake curled back up around her Father’s neck.

He shook out his arm, and then moved to grab a kunai. “At the moment the only poison you have been exposed to is your own blood, but this jutsu does not work in that regard,” he brought the kunai to his wrist, cutting swiftly. Before Paks could really react, he grabbed her left arm and splashed some of his blood on her. Paks hissed, his blood was much, much more potent than hers. He watched her as he quickly bound up his wrist. “It is your turn,” he turned and started to walk out of the room. When the door shut behind him Paks sunk to her knees. It hurt. A lot. More than anything she could remember. Paks angrily shook her head, pain was not supposed to matter. She was a shinobi. Paks held her arm out in front of her, unable to quell the quiet hiss of pain, the blood was already eating away at her skin at a steady pace.

Paks recalled the hand signs her Father had used, relieved that they had been so few in number. She preformed them and molded her chakra trying to imagine the end result, a healing result. Then Paks called her nin-snake forward. She slithered down her arm, and bit as deeply as she could into Paks’ arm, near where the blood was. Paks winced, the pain didn’t stop. Angrily Paks looked down at her arm. The blood was still working, she had failed. Obviously. She hissed again, this time more from anger than anything else.

Paks ran through the hand seals again, molding her chakra with an iron hand. She would succeed. Paks’ nin-snake bit her again. Nothing happened. Paks shook, at this rate her arm would be seriously maimed. Blood slipped down her pale limb to pool on the wooden floor. She ran through the signs again and again. The fifth try, she felt something change. Looking down she saw that the blood on her arm had stopped sizzling. It still hurt, a lot, but Paks was pretty sure that that was just the injury it had left behind not because it was still eating away at her.

Paks ripped off part of her sleeve from her other arm are carefully wiped the blood off. She winced as she touched the open wound it left behind. She couldn’t get the blood off, her blood just kept pouring out. Paks started to feel lightheaded. Deftly, she gripped her wound tightly with her free hand, disregarding the searing pain as blood loss was really rather more important at the moment.

Paks got to her feet, swaying slightly, and walked to her room in a daze. She got there quietly and pulled out some gauze. Paks wrapped the wound tightly, flinching at the pain. The first few layers of gauze bled through so she wrapped layer after layer tying it off snugly. Rummaging around at her desk, she numbly pulled out a small pouch. Tugging at that cord that kept it closed, she managed to open it and retract a small reddish pill. The blood pill tasted bitter, but she swallowed the whole thing, hoping to regenerate at least a little of her plasma. At the moment the world was hazing in and out and she was pretty sure her body was swaying, although she couldn't feel the movement really. There were things to do though, and she couldn't pause for something so little as blood loss, besides, this was her own fault to begin with. She wouldn't have lost as much blood if she had been quicker.

Paks looked down at her clothes and noticed that they were covered in blood on the left side. She quickly changed clothing, throwing the old clothing away. She went back to the room and cleaned up the blood on the floor. Paks wasn’t sure if she felt accomplished or not. She had learned this jutsu, but not as quickly as she should have. So had she made progress, was she stronger, or was her attempt too pitiful to be called progress? She returned to her room and lay down, thinking about which one it was.

OOC - I'm need to post this before my tab closes, sorry for not waiting for the first to be reviewed before posting another.

Name: Gokan Sakusou - Five Senses Confusion Disorder
Rank: C
Element: N/A
Skill: Ninjutsu
Chakra Usage: 4
Description: Gokan Sakusou is a technique used by wandering ninja Ishidate, Karenbana and Kongou. This odorless powder is dispersed by an explosive note. Once in the air the toxin will be inhaled by their targets. The gas will confuse their opponent's senses and slow down their reaction time. Even when the target tries to dodge the attack, they will be unable to correctly maneuver to avoid it. This allows the wandering ninja to attack freely and have a higher chance to injure their target.



Paks walked through the damp back alleys of Konoha, making her way towards a secluded training area near the outskirts of Konohagakure. Again she had free time that day, with nothing planned and no one to go see. Her anger was simmering deep inside, and she was beginning to think that the first time she saw whatever Sensei she was supposed to have been assigned to, she would launch into a diatribe. She did not have the opportunity to waste her time, missions were soon approaching and she would need to be up to par if she had any hopes of achieving anything.

Which really meant that Paks had only one choice. She couldn’t train technique, as she had no one to help her, and it was worse to practice something like that over and over again in case you were doing it wrong and then became so accustomed to the movements that it became a bad habit. Retraining such habits was harder than leaving that part of her training alone, and so Paks decided to focus mainly on jutsu.

She had access to the library within the Kuchinawa Compound, which boasted many, many scrolls. Most of them were filled with Clan information, but there were many that touted knowledge of other jutsu amongst further material. Reading scrolls could be helpful, but overall Paks found it easier to simply hit two birds with one stone. While practicing her stealth tactics, she would spy on the other shinobi of Konohagakure and watch them perform jutsu. Seeing things in action was much more telling than simply reading about something, although she had to do a bit of guess work to figure out the actual mechanics of how the jutsu worked. Sometimes she was lucky enough to find the same or a similar jutsu in one of the scrolls, and thereby be able to cross reference the two. But mostly she had to use common sense and the laws of jutsu, and configure a likely procedure. She had yet to blow anything up in her experiments, so Paks was rather proud of her skill at dissembling thus far.

After spending some time researching she had finally come up with a plausible concept for a ninjutsu she wanted to learn, and since there was no better time than the present she decided to test it out and see what she could accomplish.

Paks had painstakingly reproduced the exact compounds she needed for the jutsu to replicate the effect she had seen in her observations. It had taken a lot of guess work, but Paks was nothing if not skilled in the knowledge of plants and other paraphernalia’s chemical makeup and uses. Finally, she had been able to recreate the powder and apply it to an explosive note in the correct ratio. Now it was time to see if she could figure out the correct chakra amount relative to the effect she wanted.

When she was finally far enough away from any other living beings that she deemed it save to begin practicing, Paks carefully retrieved the special exploding note that had been treated with the amalgam. Closing her eyes, she let her intuition and instincts take over, chakra surging up through her arms and into the exploding note. When the feeling was right, and her body hummed with a sense of nownownow, she quickly threw the exploding note out, a senbon following a second later to pin the paper to a nearby tree.

Her fingers curling into the appropriate hand seal, Paks detonated the exploding note. She was far enough away from the explosion that she could watch the effects fully without being caught up in them. And thus Paks noted the exact circumference of the blast, and the thick orange color of the airborn powder. She quickly calculated the area the powder would cover, and patiently began to count so that she would know the precise duration of this jutsu. There was no use being sloppy after all, and if Paks was going to learn jutsu then she would learn them correctly and in such a manner that she knew ever facet of them. She did not intend to learn something simply so that it could be used against her in the future.

With that in mind, Paks had one last thing to test out. Stepping forward and into the apricot fog, she slowly took a deep breath purposefully inhaling the powder. Almost immediately she noted the effects to her body, the way her motions seemed to blur and the way her sight seemed to phase in and out. Once she was sure that the full effect of the poisonous powder had been produced, she carefully brought her hands together to form some familiar seals. After quickly performing Doku Men’eki on herself, Paks felt her blood surge through her veins expunging the powders effects. She would not allow her own techniques to effect her, and if that meant purposefully providing her body with the antidotes to each and every poison in her arsenal, then she would do so.

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