[Senju Minazawa]

Minazawa Senju found herself in the land of fields, as well as the village hidden in grass, and with it, she had found it was a very peaceful place. It was traditional and it was rustic? No, that might might not be the right terminology. It made the place seem less sophisticated, and that wasn't the case when she saw its verdant fields and the people that work it. Minazawa had been training the Mokuton, and wherever she went, she provided the people with the timber needed to burn their fires, and or had sought to help make tools, or generally make repairs to their homes. Simple things really. Or at least, it was to her. 

However the Mokuton was a Kekkei Genkai that was also rare, perhaps even rarer than the Yoton was. It was here that she would eventually come to find herself along one of the training grounds on this day, after having made great breakthroughs on her jutsu, or so she felt. Looking out to the trees, she coughs lightly into her hand as she considers the good she'd done, and how much farther she could take her wood release. Brushing her hand along her chest, she remembered the scars, and the feeling of how it felt to live connected to an oxygen tank. How odd it must have been to digest such feelings in stride. 

"...Am I being watched?" She asks, speaking out to the field. 

[Honō Kusari]

Kusagakure was an infantile institution when compared to the larger, more established Ninja villages. Its rural charm was core to its being. A small, tightly knit community its trademark. The myriad colors and traditional clothing made it inviting, and the cheery, warm, smiling faces told the story of a leadership that, in spite of turmoil, valued the fruits of peacetime. During peak hours, the training facilities were desolate, abandoned in favor of large gatherings or family time. It was usually early morning or late in the day when Ninja began to filter in, after everyone had dispersed and their training exercises would not disturb the peace.

That was the usual scenario, of course. There were exceptions to every rule, and Kusari was one of them. He kept to himself when not on duty, and he was extremely serious about practice. Today was potentially the last before he had to join the Genin team as an instructor, and he intended to make full use of the last opportunity to independently train. Unaware that anyone was nearby- they were usually at lunch this time of day- he was fully immersed in his routine. Sweat dripped down his muscles as he shifted his weight between feet, twisting his body, moving his arms, flowing almost like liquid across the dirt. The young man kneaded chakra in his gullet, drawing it forth into his extremities, keeping the flow open and hot, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

Earth.

Beneath his feet, the heat of the day warmed the hard, sturdy ground. It supported his movements unflinching, undeterred. It was pliable as much as it was inert. A wellspring of potential, always ready, always waiting, as deadly as it was peaceful.

Fire.

The heat that coursed through his veins felt as though it could boil his blood. Born of emotion, untamed and free, the flames waiting to be drawn from his flesh and given form were wild and violent. Together with the ground beneath him, these were the tools that carved out his craft.

Kusari turned quickly, body dipping low, and his fingertip painted a line across the dirt next to him. A small spark erupted, but before he could pour his chakra outward, he heard a voice. He quickly, deftly rose and his gaze snapped toward the girl at the edge of the grounds. "You are now," he responded. He found the symbol of the Leaf at her neck, which denoted her both as an "ally" of the Village Hidden in Grass, and someone foreign who had received the permission of the Lord to enter.

He rested his hands on his hips and caught his breath.

"A bit far from Konoha, aren't you?"



Senju Minazawa

[Senju Minazawa]

A charming fellow one might have presumed, but the way the man spoke seemed to radiate an air of superiority and flamboyance as Minazawa caught his visage. A man with golden blonde hair and crimson red eyes. Compared to her silvery white hair and her more amber colored hue orbs. "Not so terribly far away." She says modestly as she looks away for modesty sake. The two couldn't have been more different. For she was quiet and reserved and graceful. Patient and in no rush. Earth. Water. He held the power to cause eruption and take life. Whilst she herself made it in stride. Taking the liberty to look at the field they rested up on, she finds herself momentarily gazing him with a side eye. 

"I see you've been hard at work." She says rather obviously upon seeing the sweat that gleamed over his body. Clapping her hands together into the snake seal, with her fingers interlocked, she channels her convergence technique, and with it, the man might feel the earth shift. Rock as a small sapling bursts from the floor. Followed by more, before they grow outward and expand, tensing as they extend towards the sky within a few moments. It was there that they grow into mighty oaks, leaves flourishing from their tops, providing shade for them. "That's much better. A good spot to rest after a hard day's work. Don't you think?"

[Honō Kusari]

Kusari watched the girl look away, eyes narrowed. Despite friendly relations between Villages, it was always wise to look upon outsiders with skepticism- a fact he'd had drilled into him more due to the importance of his own blood, but no less true when it came to other secrets. She was a meek looking child by contrast to his own physique- small, somewhat frail, like her body was struggling to keep up with its own output. He could hear it, the quickness of her breath, despite being mostly at rest. The way her chest rose and fell in time. She was not in peak physical condition the way many Shinobi tried to be. It seemed almost... unnatural.

So, when she said that he had been hard at work, he smirked. That was perhaps doubly true for her. "It goes without saying that a Ninja must press themselves to attain excellence, does it not?" he asked. For what did a Shinobi do, if not strive for perfection in their craft?

She made the seal of the snake, and his eyes darted to the ground as it began to break. Doton? There was some significant change in the surface, and it was obvious that chakra had been exerted, but what came next took him by surprise.

Wood. A tree, rising from the cracked earth, growing tall and stretching out like hands to hold the sky aloft. Leaves flourished, branches grew, and Kusari's brows knitted together.

This was clearly not a generic Elemental release. "Kekkei Genkai," he murmured, clearly well aware of what he was seeing. "I had heard of the Wood Release, but never thought I would see it anywhere but on a battlefield. That would make you Senju...?" he let his voice trail off, leaving her to fill in the blank space with a name.

Senju Minazawa

[Senju Minazawa]

"A person should press themselves to excel every day. Regardless if they're a ninja or not." She says in response. "Though they should do so for their self growth as opposed to others." The tree that grew at the whims of others was warped and distorted. She found herself taking as deep a breath as she could, as she found that as of recently, her health had been on a general decline. Especially when she pushed herself to newer limits. In those next few moments?

"Senju. Senju Minazawa." She says politely, bowing her head. "I'm here to train and prepare for the upcoming Chuunin Exam within the next few months. As well as to learn about Kusagakure, its people, and its wonders." She spoke respectfully, and with a grace that made her seem almost angelic. She didn't speak too fast, nor too slow, as her golden eyes found themselves looking upon the man before her. He seemed to have a different kind of aura that enveloped his character. Though, she didn't know what to think of it quite yet.

"I've not been here long, but I've found this country is a quaint and beautiful place. Its people have welcomed me and have treated me with nothing but kindness. Now that I've got my living situation all figured out? I figured it was time to train and push myself to new limits."

[Honō Kusari]

Kusari felt a flash of contempt as she spoke those first few words. Ninja excelled so that the commonfolk did not have to. They could live their mundane lives largely oblivious to the wars and strife of the Shinobi world, fought in the shadows and far outside the confines of greater civilization. Their freedom was forfeit, their lives indentured so that people could grow fat, then old, and then die. Growth? Did the monotonous masses even conceive of such a concept?

"Indeed..." he whispered beneath his breath, masking the doubt that poisoned the word. He could hear the contrast between her words and condition, and now, he could see it as she struggled to catch her breath. She spoke of sound strategy, and he knew that even a weak enemy with an advantage could be dangerous. A wounded Senju was still a Senju, after all.

Kusari walked toward where his clothes and towel were piled, lifted the latter, and started to dab away the perspiration. He could not imagine that a small village like Kusagakure had much to offer that Konohagakure did not. Still, she insisted that it was a good experience, that people had been kind to her. "Quaint is an accurate word for it," the golden-haired youth agreed as he took a drink from his canteen, rehydrating himself. His gaze then found the girl's figure, then her eyes.

"You're certain that you have the time to train your body to endure the Exams?" he asked frankly. "Not to be overly cruel, but your physical condition is hardly what I would consider "adequate" by Shinobi standards. You could be grievously wounded. And your jutsu-" he gestured toward the monolithic Mokuton crafted tree. "This must tax your chakra considerably. There is no shame in foregoing the exams to ensure that you are healthy enough to compete."

He said as much, but in her position, he would have been too proud to stand down over something so... unbecoming was the word that came to mind. Was this the side that Konoha wanted to show to the other Ninja Villages? Perhaps others in Kusa were more understanding, more forgiving, more tolerant than Kusari.

All he could see was blood in the water.

Senju Minazawa

[Senju Minazawa]

"We are Shinobi." That was her immediate response to his response. "We take the risk of being wounded and dying every day. And I don't fear about my health and condition." She says dismissing the notion. After all. She'd been prepared to die every day. Coughing lightly into her closed fist, she found that his concern hardly seemed genuine. Besides, in a way, Minazawa had her own pride she had to attend. The silver haired girl looked upon Kusari, and with it, she could sense an almost predatory vibe from the man. So it seemed.

How long had she spent within that hospital? Hooked to a machine so that she might live and breath. She didn't fear death, not when the thought was so pervasive. Instead, she feared being unable to live freely. For a tree needed freedom to grow tall and vibrant. Where he saw blood in the water, she did not. "If you've doubt of my skill...Perhaps I could show you a thing or two. The skill that Konohagakure's ninja has to offer." After all. The Senju Clan? They were known to be the clan of a thousand skills. Their reputation renowned across the entire world for their Shinobi prowess. If even this sickly and ill girl could provide entertainment?

Did that not speak volumes for their best?

"You look like you could use a challenge yourself."

[Honō Kusari]

His eyes narrowed when she spoke her conviction.

The health and general condition of a soldier was everything to their combat ability. Someone who allowed themselves to fall into poor health, or who choose to stay in that condition could not possibly be taking the dangers seriously. "A Shinobi is a weapon," he said, "and every soldier, every weapon has a duty to themselves to maintain certain conditions." He almost called it the "bare minimum," but he was not ready to jump straight from harsh lecture to slinging insults just yet.

There was a difference between fearing death, after all, and inviting it. One could do one without the other. That was an important distinction, and an important lesson to be learned. "Skill?" he repeated the word, and it tasted like sulfur on his tongue. Detestable, sour, stinking. He was loathe to accept that one of the most historically powerful Shinobi villages would allow for someone like this to leave the village, and to represent them. "You're challenging me?" he looked her over again, as if he were certain that someone must have put her up to this. Where was Chisai? He looked one way, then the other, half expecting the woman to be laughing her head off as she watched the scene unfold.

When he found no sign of the Matron of the clan, he finally looked down at the girl again. Tossing his towel aside again, he felt a twitch in his hand- small, imperceptible, but the desire to fight was burning in him. Oh, she deserved whatever she got- but an international incident? A violent fight with a member of the Senju clan? Oh, the Elders would riot.

He felt himself smiling despite his choler.

"Alright, Senju Minazawa..." he said, the fingers of his right hand curling like claws. "You have the floor. Show me what a Ninja from the famed Leaf is capable of." She most likely could not see him drawing chakra into the palm of his hand, kneading it, compressing it, shifting its nature.

Senju Minazawa

[Senju Minazawa]

Coughing lightly into her hand, as she looked upon him and his acknowledgement, she'd found herself gazing upon him, before nodding her head in acknowledgement. Though within a moment? She'd hold up a seal. The seal of confrontation. A sign of respect, before she firmly ties the headband around her neck. Her eyes closed as she composed herself, and took a deep breath. Then? She begins. Utilizing a single handseal, she blurs and vanishes in a swirl of leaves, utilizing the Shunshin no Jutsu, increasing her speed tremendously as she appears atop the tree she'd so previously made, her feet landing along a firm branch.

She wanted to hold some vantage of high ground, namely because she knew next to nothing about her opponent, and she didn't feel confident in such an approach just yet. With it, with a flick of her arms, she launches a handful of eight throwing stars, glinting in the light as she hurls them upon him with practiced precision. It was clear her shurikenjutsu was polished, the weapons whirring and blitzing towards him. Her Hira Shuriken more rectangular in base as opposed to star like. Regardless of how he might react to her initial assault, she prepared a short handseal sequence for another jutsu of hers, anticipating that this man? This sinister man.

He was going to absolutely put her through the ringer. Still. She could not afford to move recklessly or much. Lest she break out into another fit of bloody coughs.

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NAME: Shunshin no Jutsu [Body Flicker Technique]

RANK: D

CHAKRA USAGE: Low

CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu [General]

ELEMENT: None

HANDSEALS: 1

DESCRIPTION:

By invigorating one's entire body with chakra, a shinobi can seemingly disappear and reappear in another location faster than most people can see. Often times one's movements are disguised with the use of an extra element, be it a smoke bomb, leaves, water, sand, etc. in order to hide the user's trajectory from those with skilled eyes. Though it mimics teleportation, it is important to remember this jutsu merely boosts the agility of its user. As useful as this technique is, it can only be used 4 times in a battle thread, compounding in exertion and difficulty each time. with any more usages beyond that result in muscle tears in the legs from overexertion. The hand seal for this technique must be held until the shinobi reaches their destination, making it impossible to utilize other techniques regardless of any preparation.

[Honō Kusari]

He gave her the advantage of the first move, both because he knew she was a Genin, but also because of her poor physical condition. It would have been a mockery to do anything less, to take an advantage against such an opponent. Other members of his Clan would have laughed and ridiculed him for it- and rightly so. Why seek an edge in a battle that was already tilted in your favor?

Instead of directly at him, she makes the decision to alter her speed with Chakra, dissipating in a blur of leaves and... retreating to higher ground. He watched her movements without moving, eyes darting around methodically. He couldn't see everything, but the details he could see allowed him to make inferences about the things he couldn't. Feeling him out with attacks from a distance naturally made the most sense- and that was precisely what she did.

Shuriken- eight count. His hands moved at blinding speed, forming two seals in the span of an instant. The Chakra he had formed in his hand bloomed as he dropped to a knee, pressing the condensed energy into the dirt. A moment later, the ground cracked, split, and flames erupted around him. They did not rise high, but were he standing, they might have reached his thigh. He had lowered himself intentionally in order to maximize the cover that the jutsu granted.

The shuriken hit flame and began to wither, melting down to slag, then drifting on the wind harmlessly as cinders before they ever reached Kusari. The ground beneath his feet remained hot, the lingering touch of his volatile Katon chakra still sent steam roiling upward.

It was clear that she was deft in the employment of her weapons, but he had seen stronger and more skilled implementation. Her utilization of Jutsu seemed rudimentary, if he didn't take into account the Kekkei Genkai she had put on display earlier. That too was an ace she had in the hole, and she had tipped that hand early on.

His hands started to move again, forming three seals of his own, holding the Jutsu in reserve for a moment just to see what happened next.

What manner of Ninja was she trying to be? This approach was timid, despite her assertive words. She was proud, she fiercely represented her Clan and her Village- but at what potential cost? Kusari was not one to abide weakness. She had cast her challenge, despite his efforts to get the girl to back down from her bullheaded charge toward self-destruction.

Could she keep this pace much longer, though?

It was his responsibility to determine that now, and if she couldn't...

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NAME: Katon: Fukumen Jouki no Jutsu [Fire Release: Veil of Flame]
RANK: D
CHAKRA USAGE: Very Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Katon
HANDSEALS: 2
DESCRIPTION:
A skill where the user after performing the necessary hand seals [ two hand seals to exact - Dragon then Tiger] either stomp their foot on the ground or slam their hands against the ground. From the ground cracks emerge in their immediate vicinity as a burst of flame emerges forth to attack the opponent. This is mainly defensive. For it can be used to block projectiles and taijutsu attacks. The flames are about knee to thigh height depending on the skill of the user.

Senju Minazawa

[Senju Minazawa]

Minazawa couldn't afford to move around rapidly, dancing around the battlefield as she once might have. The strain on her body was too great. So, as a result, she'd adapted herself to minimalistic movements, and had focused heavily on her ninjutsu. As she weaves his seals, he does so in tandem, and in those moments, she closes her eyes. In those next moments, finishing with the snake seal, the ground of which that spurt of fire had previously spouted would begin to shake, before very swiftly, sturdy wooden beams would shoot from the earth, utilizing the roots of her tree as a foundation of which to grow. Minazawa's actions always held purpose, and with her setting a tree, even for comfort or beauty?

She'd altered the field in some way to her favor. The wooden beams would look first to latch around Kusari's legs, to hold him to the ground, before four more seek to latch around his wrists and forearms, and a final one would seek to form a wooden latch like collar around his neck, before Minazawa would have them drag down into the ground, as to restrain him. If they did succeed in latching, he might have found that they were sturdy. Sturdy, resilient, and yet flexible. He might find that even if he were to initially step back as to avoid this assault, the beams would continue to funnel out of the earth, extending, looking to grasp him within their confines as she continues to alter the battlefield.

Her eyes sharply focused on him, looking to move him, as she remains firmly in place. Controlling her breathing, she strategized and played carefully. Very carefully. With her vantage, she had a good eye view of the man. Now she just needed a good opening. The beams sought to pursue him and corral him closer to the tree which Minazawa stood upon, and if Kami was good. She'd have the chance to show him a truly stapled move of the Senju clan.

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NAME: Mokuton: Jubaku no Jutsu [Wood Release: Tree Restraints Technique]*

RANK: C

CHAKRA USAGE: Medium - Low to maintain

CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu

ELEMENT: Mokuton

HANDSEALS: 3

DECRIPTION:

Using their ability to utilize Mokuton the user will form the handseals and cause beams of wood to emerge from the ground. These beams will wrap around a target to bind it. Because the beams come from underneath the ground they are difficult to dodge initially. The user pours their chakra across them as well, making the beams difficult to break until the entrapped opponent has good physical strength or jutsu with equivalent power. While this jutsu is being held, no other techniques can be performed by the user however and they must remain stationary.

[Honō Kusari]

The blaze had not quite subsided as Kusari finished weaving his Jutsu. His fingertips brushed the earth in the center of the still-hot amalgam of fire and earth, and from the residual chakra and the new cast he had formed in between both hands, utilizing part Katon, part Yoton, he drew forth superhot earth. The molten rock rose slowly at the edge of his fingers, taking form as the flames slowly ebbed back into the earth. A perfect reflection of the Kusa-nin, a clone, born of his Kekkei Genkai. Not that the Genin would be able to tell the difference in the time she had to take stock.

She had commanded the ground below to shiver, and beams of sturdy wood erupted forth. In that split second, Kusari tossed something into the waiting hand of his clone, which took off running toward the roots of the great tree, nimbly evading the wood that attempted to take him into custody. At the same time, Kusari himself darted in the opposite direction, using the distraction to make himself scarce. The alternate image of him danced to the rhythm of her jutsu, playing the part of Honō Kusari perfectly, to the letter.

The wood gave chase, intent on bringing the Special Jonin closer, and Kusari was more than happy to oblige her invitation. Since she was watching so closely, she would see the kunai in hand now as the other Ninja rushed at her full tilt. The explosive tag, however, was cleverly hidden, palmed in the clone's fist...

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NAME: Yoton: Nechi Bunshin no Jutsu [Lava Release: Tar Clone Technique]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Yōton
HANDSEALS: 3 - Boar, Ox, Horse
DESCRIPTION:
Similar to mud based techniques the user concentrates their chakra into the ground while forming the 'boar,' 'ox,' and 'horse' signs. They then pull tar into a copy of themselves. Because of the density of this clone, it can take a couple of glancing or direct blows before being destroyed. Though the clone can do no damage with purely physical attacks.

If an opponent strikes the clone with their body or a weapon will become mired into the clone, causing much difficulty to escape. The clone can also wrap themselves around the opponent for maximum trapping ability. It has the ability to be used as a base and point of contact for any yoton techniques the user has within their arsenal. Along with being sticky, it is also highly flammable.

x1 Kunai with explosive tag used.

Senju Minazawa

[Senju Minazawa]

It was clear that their difference in skill was immense, and with it, now there were two of them to deal with. Still. She had to remain calm and focused. She kept mind that one Kusari was running in the opposite direction, perhaps looking to run around and flank her. The other came towards her to meet her challenge. She released her seal when it became clear that the clone wasn't going to be caught, and was closing towards her. Her techniques were never particularly draining, but she knew she had limits...She was going to use her most powerful jutsu, but realized that now was not the time.

Instead, she leaps upwards, and with her hands, she grasps the branch above her, Flipping herself with a shift in inertia as she rotates and throws herself up higher along the tree in a feat of athleticism, before coming to cough into her hand, feeling a sharp pang as she crouches and contemplates her choices as she remains vigilant. Looking downward at the clone, she felt secure from the high ground. She knew that so long as she rest within this tree, she'd be difficult to sneak up on also. Hearing the thunk of sandals on wood, and or feeling the vibration of a man running up its length. Still though. This was a very troublesome situation. 

Weaving a few more handseals, she coughs as she feels a bead of sweat along her forehead. She'd never felt such exertions when she was healthier, before her incident. Doing techniques like these and running around, leaping, jumping? It'd be an easy endeavor. However, now? Coughing a few more times, she rests her back against the trunk, looking down at her foe.

[Honō Kusari]

To call it "unfair" was an understatement. He could tell that the girl was fast reaching her limit even without any Intel from his Clone. The way that she quickly retreated further up the length of the tree told the tale of fear. She did not want to engage in close quarters with him. Survival instinct aside, her body had already been strained to breathe when they were standing even on the ground. Now, with the quick and erratic movements, she leaned back against her summoned Mokuton for support. He was the perfect stand in for one of the many opponents she might face in the Chunin Exams- they would not give her the consideration, would not slow down or stop to give her space. She needed to see for herself that what she intended was a fool's errand.

Of course, Kusari was not the type to extend the hand of mercy. The kid gloves had come off the moment she deigned challenge him, especially when she put her pride- the pride of her village- at stake. She had to take the loss now.

Honor demanded it.

Three more handseals, and he was but a handful of meters away. His intention had never been to close the gap, but to weave a web nigh impossible for her to escape. She had all too willingly relied on her Kekkei Genkai for safety and security, and now it was time for him to show her that in real conflict, both of those things were a lie.

With a clap of his hands, twelve flickering embers the shape and size of swallows appeared around him at either flank and overhead. He trained his eyes on where the girl had placed herself, and sent the "birds" winging toward the wood surrounding her, seeking to pin her down as they smacked headlong into strategically chosen points along the bark. If it was at all flammable, there was the possibility that it would ignite and quickly spread, but more importantly was the Clone, which in time with the flaming swallows dove directly in her direction, driving the kunai in its hand directly into its gut.

The Clone exploded when the tag did, sending a spray of sticky tar directly at the girl, intent on ensnaring her. Kusari knew that it was unlikely she was willing to concede.

So he would force her to admit defeat.

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NAME: Katon: Zekkyō Satsujin [Fire Style: Screaming Murder]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Katon
HANDSEALS: 3
DESCRIPTION:
After three hand-seals, the user will clap their hands together and create a dozen or so small, swallow like birds of fire around them. The birds are then used as projectiles, fired all at once, with a range of twenty meters, which they can cover in five seconds. They can cause serious burns, and disfigurement alone. But together can easily take down a group of shinobi as they will ignite any flammable objects, such as clothes.

Senju Minazawa

[Senju Minazawa]

It wasn't fear. It was knowing her limits. She found herself resting in her tree, but the next few moments? It was lit on fire. The birds that flew and cried out came to slam along the branches and leaves. Quickly lighting the tree alight. As the smoke rose, she could see the shadows stretch as the glowing light illuminated over her form. Which of course included Kusari's devilishly handsome doppelganger's shadow as well. It was there that she looks down, and as it stabs itself, a brilliant flash begins to fill the air.

A hissing sound as an explosion ruptures the tree. Causing a blast that shakes the earth and causes the structural integrity of the tree itself to become compromised. Falling. Crashing down, there seemed to be a burning pyre...Of which the Senju girl didn't come out. Only for that pyre to slowly shake, as wooden tendrils burst forth and pry the fallen timber off of Minazawa's wooden dome. The Mokujoheki. Of which too would come to split open through her convergence technique. Behind and beside her stood the flames, the black smoke billowing into the air as Minazawa coughs hard into her crossed hands, the smoke exacerbating her condition.

It was close. Very close. However, as the clone came to blast, all it took was her desperate clasp to raise the dome to shield herself before the moment of impact, as her branch broke and forced her to descend, before the tree came crashing down before her. Now, here she stood, looking him over with deep and serious eyes. He sought to break her. To force her to defeat. However, she felt more enthused than ever to prove that despite her weaknesses. She was still a ninja worth discussing. She may have been a lowly, weak genin.

However, she still held it. The Will of Fire. With her snake seal held, she knew then she could still do it. Make an impression. "Take this!" She declares, and with it, her wooden tendrils, taking advantage of the hazards proceeds to hurl forth three burning branches and pieces of timber in his direction, as to provide an obstacle of which for him to dodge or block, before Minazawa calls on every ounce of strength in her body to move swiftly. Dashing as she weaves her seal and channels forth her greatest Mokuton jutsu.

"Mokuton: Daijurin no Jutsu (Great Forest Technique)!" Shooting her right arm outward. suddenly, it morphs, as dozens of pillars begin to rush outward and towards him, akin to columns of wood, arcing and twisting their way as they look to envelop him from his sides and above, where if they collided, the blast would occur as they look to concuss and slam before the earth. Minazawa's breathing labored as she coughs, her right hand drifting down to her waist to grasp onto her Kodachi. Her eyes wincing shut as she shows him her vibrant spirit.

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NAME: Mokuton: Daijurin no Jutsu [Wood Release: Great Forest technique]*
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Mokuton
HANDSEALS: 6
DECRIPTION:
A technique that changes one's own arm into big trees. Using chakra, the tissues are transformed into trees at the cellular level. Then, by activating the trees, stimulating them to grow rapidly, they lengthen at high speed and fork into many branches. It is possible to capture the enemy with these branches and at the same time, if one changes the ends into sharp stakes, turn them into countless, sharp, spear-like piercing weapons.


NAME: Mokuton: Mainā Shūsoku [Wood Release: Minor Convergence]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Mokuton
HANDSEALS: 1
NOTE: This technique is universal
DECRIPTION:
The user can clasp their hands into a single seal. Thus allowing one to manipulate wood by a minor effort. Thus either creating it, or using nearby sources to fuel the wooden creations. Minor creations such as vines for immobilization, enlarging or moving branches, but only a handful at a time(roughly five). This is for last moment creations, reactive or otherwise innovative on-the-go creations. They are all quick, easy and simple. All costing low costs, but can add up quickly if used excessively. This can be used for last minute defenses, often useful in close range and changing the terrain quickly. Only in a vicinity(diameter) of five meters though. Since it's a lower cost and skilled technique it doesn't grant the ability of long range.



NAME: Mokuton: Mokujōheki [Wood Release: Wood Locking Wall]*
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Mokuton [Wood Release]
HANDSEALS: 3
DECRIPTION:
An extremely versatile move, this technique uses chakra to activate the roots in the ground and, using the user of the technique as a reference point, makes wooden pillars appear from left and right. The wooden pillars join together in a dome-shape with the user at the center. This process can be used to catch the enemy in a double sided attack. Also, in case one confronts the enemy at a short distance, the enemy can be locked up inside the dome, setting the situation for a one-on-one fight. This dome can also be collapsed or burnt with the enemy inside to inflict damage. Furthermore, it functions as an easy shelter against the enemy's long-distance attacks, like shuriken and kunai.