No more missions until you get it under control…
That was what Reizo had been told after the incident with the boar. While everyone was pleased that he had survived and awoken his kekkei genkai, they were not so pleased about the tall boy’s inability to control it.
The reality warping chakra was causing him all sorts of trouble. His timing was off. His aim was off. He fumbled his hand seals for the jutsu he had already learned. He may as well have mastered them, before this entire thing occured. Now his hands seemed to periodically speed up beyond what he should have been capable of doing, which threw off his hand seals as his fingers moved clumsily at a quicker speed, falling over themselves and tangling. And it wasn’t just his hands. It was his entire body doing it.
And sometimes that purple-blue chakra would swarm over his hand and leave slices and holes in things, as if his fingers were covered in blade edges, only to suddenly disperse when he actively tried to use it for anything. Like leaves fallen in autumn whipped away by a breeze. (Or wind ninjutsu, if you prefered that thought.)
The chuunin who Reizo usually met with to receive his missions (roughly once a week, and the mission itself usually only took a day or so. Most of his efforts were focused on classes, after all) had told the boy that he was… unreliable at the moment. He couldn’t perform properly in class. It was understandable, he was told, that sometimes things just seem off after a student had unlocked something from within their genetics. It took time to get it under control.
But until he did, Reizo was not permitted to do any more missions, nor was he allowed to practice any of the more advanced techniques the classes had been learning.
He was set back to re-learning how to properly create the appropriate amount of chakra for jutsu. Seeing as what he had learned about the Seikon said that they used a reality warping chakra to overcome the “standard” limitations of physics, it stood to reason that the chakra he was producing now via his kekkei genkai would feel different than the standard chakra he was use to using.
So, he tried to produce both kinds. Unfortunately, he quickly discovered that it was not so simple. He was not producing two varieties of chakra. Just his old, standard chakra.
Of course, he managed to recall about then that the energy that Seikon produced didn’t seem to be a variety of chakra, but something else. Which meant something new for him to learn to control.
He went through the motions of the various jutsu he knew, slowly as if he were learning them again for the first time and tracing the movements of an instructor, or copying them from a scroll or book. It didn’t take him long to notice that when he concentrated on nothing else but moving his body properly, he could complete the jutsu without any… jump cuts. Except for the intended ones with a body switch, of course.
So, he started paying a little less attention each time he went through the motions, forcing his mind to slowly work on more complex thought patterns until he started fumbling the jutsu, his fingers moving faster or slower than they were suppose to for the seals and getting in their own way. It was his subconscious causing him to speed up and fumble. Which meant everything could likely be traced back to his subconscious, which had much more control over the kekkei genkai at this point than he did.
He continued working at it from this angle, trying to get better conscious control over when his body seemed to overcome what should be physically possible for a boy of his age and skill. Now, instead of taking his time, he tried to speed up, rushing himself.
Unfortunately for Reizo, this meant a lot of wasted chakra.
It was only about two o’clock when the boy collapsed on the grass of the area he was training in, sweating heavily and nearly unconscious. And that was it for the day.
The next day, the boy continued on the same way. Pushing himself faster and faster, trying to beat his own times with each jutsu. Keeping it all consistent enough that he wasn’t stumbling over himself. Then, when he could consistently speed himself up, he swapped to alternating between “speeding up” and “regular” speed, which was much harder, and much more draining on the poor kid.
The entire process took most of a week, just for Reizo to get most of his Unreal Celerity under control. It was still clumsy, but at least it wasn’t occurring randomly now.
Unfortunately, he had noticed that while working on his speed with janken, occasionally his gloves would be engulfed in the swirls of purple-blue chakra (which to him, resembled the night’s sky struck through with lightning) which would slice and pierce instead of bludgeon as he expected. He left gashes in the various wooden, padded targets he had made for training.
...that just meant he would need to work on that next week.
[MFT: 868 WC]
That was what Reizo had been told after the incident with the boar. While everyone was pleased that he had survived and awoken his kekkei genkai, they were not so pleased about the tall boy’s inability to control it.
The reality warping chakra was causing him all sorts of trouble. His timing was off. His aim was off. He fumbled his hand seals for the jutsu he had already learned. He may as well have mastered them, before this entire thing occured. Now his hands seemed to periodically speed up beyond what he should have been capable of doing, which threw off his hand seals as his fingers moved clumsily at a quicker speed, falling over themselves and tangling. And it wasn’t just his hands. It was his entire body doing it.
And sometimes that purple-blue chakra would swarm over his hand and leave slices and holes in things, as if his fingers were covered in blade edges, only to suddenly disperse when he actively tried to use it for anything. Like leaves fallen in autumn whipped away by a breeze. (Or wind ninjutsu, if you prefered that thought.)
The chuunin who Reizo usually met with to receive his missions (roughly once a week, and the mission itself usually only took a day or so. Most of his efforts were focused on classes, after all) had told the boy that he was… unreliable at the moment. He couldn’t perform properly in class. It was understandable, he was told, that sometimes things just seem off after a student had unlocked something from within their genetics. It took time to get it under control.
But until he did, Reizo was not permitted to do any more missions, nor was he allowed to practice any of the more advanced techniques the classes had been learning.
He was set back to re-learning how to properly create the appropriate amount of chakra for jutsu. Seeing as what he had learned about the Seikon said that they used a reality warping chakra to overcome the “standard” limitations of physics, it stood to reason that the chakra he was producing now via his kekkei genkai would feel different than the standard chakra he was use to using.
So, he tried to produce both kinds. Unfortunately, he quickly discovered that it was not so simple. He was not producing two varieties of chakra. Just his old, standard chakra.
Of course, he managed to recall about then that the energy that Seikon produced didn’t seem to be a variety of chakra, but something else. Which meant something new for him to learn to control.
He went through the motions of the various jutsu he knew, slowly as if he were learning them again for the first time and tracing the movements of an instructor, or copying them from a scroll or book. It didn’t take him long to notice that when he concentrated on nothing else but moving his body properly, he could complete the jutsu without any… jump cuts. Except for the intended ones with a body switch, of course.
So, he started paying a little less attention each time he went through the motions, forcing his mind to slowly work on more complex thought patterns until he started fumbling the jutsu, his fingers moving faster or slower than they were suppose to for the seals and getting in their own way. It was his subconscious causing him to speed up and fumble. Which meant everything could likely be traced back to his subconscious, which had much more control over the kekkei genkai at this point than he did.
He continued working at it from this angle, trying to get better conscious control over when his body seemed to overcome what should be physically possible for a boy of his age and skill. Now, instead of taking his time, he tried to speed up, rushing himself.
Unfortunately for Reizo, this meant a lot of wasted chakra.
It was only about two o’clock when the boy collapsed on the grass of the area he was training in, sweating heavily and nearly unconscious. And that was it for the day.
The next day, the boy continued on the same way. Pushing himself faster and faster, trying to beat his own times with each jutsu. Keeping it all consistent enough that he wasn’t stumbling over himself. Then, when he could consistently speed himself up, he swapped to alternating between “speeding up” and “regular” speed, which was much harder, and much more draining on the poor kid.
The entire process took most of a week, just for Reizo to get most of his Unreal Celerity under control. It was still clumsy, but at least it wasn’t occurring randomly now.
Unfortunately, he had noticed that while working on his speed with janken, occasionally his gloves would be engulfed in the swirls of purple-blue chakra (which to him, resembled the night’s sky struck through with lightning) which would slice and pierce instead of bludgeon as he expected. He left gashes in the various wooden, padded targets he had made for training.
...that just meant he would need to work on that next week.
[MFT: 868 WC]