Dry, hot air sucked between his lips left them stinging and numb. He filled his lungs despite the thin and unwelcoming nature of the chamber, cycling out the carbon dioxide, the unburning and useless element that would not serve as fuel. Impregnating his chakra with Katon, compressing it, purifying it, and distilling it, he started to weave the handseals that gave rise to the power of Lava Release. He walked slowly forward, eyes staring straight ahead, mapping a fated course.
The pads of his feet touched the vat of metal, still not quite to temperature. He could feel his soles warming up, forcing the chakra out into the ore, sharing his innate inferno with them. Steam roiled upward around him, then smoke as his chakra pooled beneath him, then spread along the serpentine channels that spread outward from the center of the room. Near the south door to the room, one of the aides began to pull at a length of chain suspended from the ceiling, and after a few seconds of creaking, the large cogs above them began to spark, shift, and finally turn.
A previously dark, sweltering room became hellishly hot as pools of molten metal that had been suspended above, fed constantly and held in reserve now tipped, pouring out rich and unmolested, raw elemental slag. It crept along the path, replenishing the pools already in use, steadily making its way toward where the red-eyed youth stood, pouring out his life essence. Kusari held his last handseal tightly, unmoving as the river of lava finally came into contact with the metal he was standing on.
And he exhaled, harshly.
From every pore of his body, the Bringer of Sorrow erupted, steam quickly turning to flame as he ignited not only his own chakra, but ambient energy that came within a fraction of an inch of his body. The heat conjoined with the molten metal and the offering that had been made- of iron, of various other fine ores and minerals- was infused with combined Doton and Katon. Kusari poured the latent earth element into the metal to bolster its resistance, to insure that his flames would not simply make the metal wither, chip, and corrode. The intensity of his flames, in turn, cultivated a sterner, yet malleable substance that now melted down to join the flow, the River of Iron that they in turn used to arm Kusagakure, to protect its people, and to carve out a path to glory in its name.
But the ritual was far from over.
Training: Post 2
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