Ninpocho Chronicles

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Mission The Earth Remembers What Men Forget... [Modded: A-Rank]

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The gates of Dragon Tooth Pass closed behind them with a finality that seemed to echo. Beyond that threshold, the world changed. The Monumentum Deo rose ahead of them like a wall built by jagged spines of granite and obsidian thrust into a sky. Snow did not fall gently here, instead it moved sideways in cutting sheets. Ice in the form of hail rocketed to the earth constantly carried by winds that screamed between the peaks like something alive and angry.

Yet, within a subtle radius of the group, the worst of it bent away so it merely felt like a light snow. Kouin’s presence was not dramatic. There were no roaring gales answering his command and no spirals of wind announcing his effort. Yet still, the air softened around them just enough. The gusts seemed to break before they could strike head on. Even the cold, biting as it may be, did not sink fully into the bone. The difference was subtle, but survival in the Monumentum Deo was often measured in subtleties. Still, his influence could not touch the earth beneath them.

For hours now, the ground had not been still. The first tremors had been a faint and deep vibration that remained distant as it thrummed through their boots and up their legs. Occasionally, there came the sharper quakes, brief but violent, forcing careful footing across ice-glazed rock. It would be of note immediately that these tremors did not feel like ordinary fault movement. They did not roll in waves that faded naturally, and they instead felt restless in nature. It would feel like something beneath the crust of the world was shifting its weight and testing its boundaries. A thing pressing upward as if deciding whether the mountain should remain where it was or stand up to relocate entirely.

Sometimes the vibrations traveled for miles at once and the team could see it in the way snow cascaded down distant slopes in fine, powdery sheets. How birds, rare as they were, would erupt from crags in frantic flutters before settling again into an uneasy peace and silence. The stone here continued to hum that faint sound between tremors, a low resonance that lived somewhere at the bottom end of audible sound.

The group would follow the map carefully to a reasonable point. The paper marked mining facilities that appeared gradually along the lowest ridges. They could see an industry which likely once boomed with life, now seemed abandoned and half-buried in snow. Rail tracks vanished beneath snow drifts and collapsed scaffolding twisted into unnatural angles from where the mountain decided it no longer cared for human creation. They could take note of two entrances that had been marked on the map as collapsed. One was little more than a jagged crater where a tunnel mouth had once been, but the second looked like an in-tact tunnel entrance.

Up above, the group would also notice a third entrance. Another mining operation that had been evacuated, but no collapses had been indicated yet as of the reports you were given. However, reaching it would require a measured climb along the mountain's steep side. Snow clung here to narrow ledges, and a more common usable path had since been destroyed by the shifting of the land. Though, somewhere up the side of the mountain they could note a viable access point which yawned like a dark shape cut into the stone itself.

Here, the party would stand at the base of the mountain range and contemplate their options.

Then, without additional warning, the earth would convulse. Stone groaned with a sound deep and loud enough to rupture ear drums. The ground snapped sideways beneath their feet as if struck with an immense blow. Snow began to burst upward in violent plumes and loose rock tore free from the slopes above and began to rain down in shattering cascades. Even the air itself seemed to recoil.

This quake did not ripple, instead it tore the very fabric of the world apart, and for just a moment... the entire world tilted. Balance became instinct rather than certainty as the foundation beneath their feet threatened to give way entirely. Then, came the crack. It began low along the side of the mountain in front of the party, a thin, jagged line that appeared in the stone like a blade dragged across flesh. It raced upward in an unnatural way splitting stone that had been unmoved for centuries. The sound that followed was even more deafening and thunderous.

The mountain did not split in two, but it opened like a jagged wound. A fracture carved deep into the slope as debris bled outward in a violent spill of granite, ice, and rock. Powder would billow out into the air like a choking cloud of dangerous debris and it threatened the safety of all members...


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Welcome to my Modded Mission format! This system will be different than the typical combat system so please read below...

I will be taking 5 AP worth of actions per player.
1AP = Any Basic Attack... OR if you wish to "Activate" a Passive or an Ability, Style, Etc... OR if you use an E-Rank Technique
2AP = Any Technique D Rank or Above.

It is MOST important to note that you will be required to Roleplay "How" you utilize your techniques effectively. I care more about "Roleplay Reasoning" than mechanical combat function. I typically try my best to abide by the "Rule of Cool."

If you are OOC: S-Rank, then you will have 1 Additional AP. This can be utilized however you like.

If you have any questions or concerns please feel free to DM me on here or DM me in Discord.

Worth Noting: Kouin, for this first round I have already utilized your 1 Additional AP for "Storm Manipulation - Passive" to protect the party from adverse weather conditions. As this was something you stated in the Pre-Mission posts. If you wish to alter that, let me know.

Worth Noting: Moving forward, I will not specifically dictate what I believe are "Key" things. That will be up to you to figure out. However, to start this I will at least give you an idea of how I work narratively.
Some key points from the above post might be:
1) How do you wish to enter the mountain? Mining entrance up above... claimed clear. Or down below... looks clear but marked as blocked on our map. How to get to whichever entrance? Do we wish to investigate the fissure and splitting of rock to see if we can locate a better point of entry? Etc. etc.
2) How are we defending Vs. the Earth-Shattering Earthquake? What do you do? How do you help aid others?
3) How are we defending Vs. the Debris billowing out from the fissure that threatens the party. What do you do? How do you help others?

Remember, this is an A-Rank Reconnaissance mission. Our major goal for rewards is simply to locate the source of these seismic disturbances. There will be many environmental challenges along the way.

Hope this helps, and Good Luck!
 
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The gales lightened to a gentle howl as his presence became known within the Monumentum; though his reach was that of the skies, his grasp failed to touch the void of sunken earth, and quaking demise. Snow was displaced all about, evidence of constant activity in the area; the snow covered mountains were almost down to the natural colors.

Ruri, it would be a good idea to try and keep your eyes activate, unless they start to become a strain. Being able to see anything suspicious underground early will be very important It wouldn't come off "commandish", but more pushed suggestion. He wasn't afraid to lead, but they way he'd handle fielded veterans over children is completely different.

The more the rumbles occurred, the more he could feel the air around him recoil against his control, but he persisted his control over the airy elements.

The trek to the entry points was, aside from the quaking and rumbling. Then they reached an impasse, which direction were they to go? His eyes drifted to the supposed clear path above, he had a plan in mind already, but before he could explain a violent rumble swept through the area. A fracture ripped and tore through the mountain range. They were running out of time to solve the issue; if he were with more experienced people, he would venture into the formed fracture, but he had to take the livelihood of his teammates into mind. While exploring the fracture would probably give a more ideal route to the cause, I don't believe it's safe, I'll get us up to the entry way above us.

Kouin would drop his open palmed hands down to his side, quietly raising an Updraft Mastered 2 AP around his allies, lifting them up into the air; the sense of floating could be unsettling to some, so he would try to make the ascent as careful as he could, while still airing on the side of urgency.

Once they were all up safely, he would quickly scan the surrounding areas, getting a brief idea of the damage caused as a whole; Ruri, be sure to let us know if you see anything under or ahead of us with your eyes, I can cover our rear. With a simple formation of seals, Kouin would make a Crystal Eye Mastered 2 AP and leave it positioned at the tunnel entrance. Let's move on, I take point, Ruri follow, Sakura take rear guard. His captain voice was starting to come through a bit more now, with prominent activity he was realizing he had to be cognizant of when he can treat them like students, and when to treat them as subordinates on a mission.

[WC: 452]
[Sorry for the wait]
 
The group had settled on a leader and they were off.

In contrast to the vioent nature of the earth beneath their feet, Kouin's connection to the winds seemed to be one of the few reprieves they'd get on this mission.

The hike wore on the young kunoichi. Her choice in attire perhaps not the most thought out, however, it allowed for ample room for her explosives and she was still able to move freely., though the length of her sleeves did pose a minor concern, she continued forth with the group.
As the group ventured forth, the ground itself seemed to want nothing to do with them as it shook and erupted all while they all continued forward, their resolve on full display.

Though when the large crack in the ground appeared, their leader, Kouin took action.

An uplifting burst of wind would carry the young kunoichi to safety before she was even able to react to the danger at hand. Her superior showing their group just why he was worthy of being the leader.

As the danger seemed to subside momentarily, Hibana took note of the orders Kouin issued. Her name was not mentioned, so Hibana naturally assumed she'd crowd near the middle. During this time, she'd switch into a more battle ready stance (Ceramic Terrorisim - Chakra Style - 1ap . Her particular talents may not be of use at the moment, but with all the seismic activity taking place, it was only a matter of time before a demolitions expert would be called upon.

With ever vigilant eyes, Hibana would wait orders.

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The climb had been uneventful. Cold wind carved along the slopes of Monumentum Deo, dragging sheets of snow across the rock like ghostly tides. The air grew thinner with every step upward, biting at exposed skin and numbing fingers that weren’t protected by gloves. Most people would have noticed. But this body had it’s advantages.

The cold registered only as information. A slight drop in external temperature, the faint stiffness of fabric as frost gathered along the edges of my collar. My body did not shiver, my breath did not fog heavily in the air, and the biting wind that gnawed at the others seemed to pass through my awareness without consequence.

My attention instead remained on the mountain itself. Every few steps my eyes moved—measuring slope angles, studying fracture lines in the stone, observing the snowpack layered across the rock face. The Monumentum Deo was old, ancient enough that its weathered surface carried the quiet record of centuries of pressure and erosion.

A mountain like this had a rhythm to it. Stable. Predictable. Which was why the subtle tremor beneath my feet felt so out of place.

It was faint. Barely noticeable beneath the shifting snow and the scrape of boots against rock. I stopped for half a second longer than necessary, letting the sensation travel upward through the structure of my body. Not wind. Not loose stone. Movement.

My gaze lowered slightly toward the ground beneath the snow as my mind quietly ran through possibilities. Tectonic stress. Deep cavern collapse. Or…

The mountain did not simply shake. It tore. Stone fractured along the slope in a violent rupture that climbed the face of Monumentum Deo like a blade cutting through flesh. Snow erupted into the air alongside shards of rock large enough to crush a man outright, the debris field spreading outward in chaotic arcs. My eyes followed the fracture immediately. Not the falling debris. The line. It climbed upward through the mountain rather than branching outward like a natural fault. The pattern was wrong—too abrupt, too directional. My mind catalogued the angles instinctively, reconstructing the force that must have pushed from below.

“Interesting.”

Kouin acted quickly. Wind surged upward around the group, lifting us from the slope before the collapsing stone could reach our position.

Efficient… but, mistaken. I didn’t argue, however. Interrupting a maneuver already in motion only multiplied risk, and Kouin had clearly committed to the ascent. My feet left the ground as the updraft caught us, the cold wind pulling our team upward toward the higher tunnel entrance.

That was when my attention shifted to the real problem. The debris. Large chunks of granite spun violently through the air above us, dislodged by the quake and now falling through the same airspace Kouin’s wind had forced us into.

Flying straight through it was… Optimistic. I exhaled quietly and quickly formed hand seals. No words or an exchange was necessary. A tight burst of Wind Release snapped outward, sharp and controlled rather than explosive. The gust supplemented Kouin’s own wind jutsu, altering the trajectory of dangerous debris if only by a few crucial degrees and keeping our vision unobstructed. The stone spun away from the column of wind and vanished into the blizzard below. (Hopefully).

I adjusted my hand again for another short pulse of wind. I redirected a second fragment before it could intersect our path. Subtle. Precise. Just enough force to deflect, never enough to disrupt Kouin’s airflow.

If a larger shadow passed overhead. A boulder the size of a cart wheel broke free from the fractured slope and dropped directly toward the rising group. I’d use lightning style-Chidori Spear.
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Lightning would through the air in a sharp flash. The bolt struck the center of the falling mass, fracturing the stone in an instant. The boulder shattered into smaller fragments that scattered harmlessly past us as the wind carried the team upward.

Then, I’d lower my hand again. Problem solved. By the time Kouin’s updraft settled us near the upper tunnel entrance, I’d land lightly on the stone as if the entire maneuver had been routine.

“Understood,” I said calmly when Kouin assigned me rear guard. No complaint. No unnecessary commentary. Just acknowledgment.

While the others may have turned toward the dark mouth of the mine, I would linger a moment longer near the edge of the entrance when it was safe. My gaze drifted back down the slope to the enormous fracture that still split the mountainside. The line still bothered me. It hadn’t spread outward. It had climbed. As though something beneath the earth had pushed upward to escape.

My eyes narrowed slightly as another faint tremor rippled through the stone beneath my feet. Not finished. Eventually I stepped backward into position behind the group as they entered the tunnel.

“Earth doesn’t move like that without a reason,” I said after a moment, my voice calm and analytical rather than alarmed. My eyes flicked once toward the darkness ahead where the others moved deeper into the mine.

“If we’re lucky,” she added dryly, “it’s just the start of the apocalypse.” A brief pause followed. Then her gaze drifted over her shoulder toward the entrance. “If we’re unlucky…” She let the thought fade unspoken. Sakura rarely speculated without evidence. Instead she continued forward in silence, mind already constructing possibilities. And contingency plans. Just in case the mountain decided to move again.

[mft]
[sorry for the wait. Been pre-occupied with main account.]

Actions
- Wind Release r2 to augment Kouin’s actions and to keep snow, lighter debris, and rocks from injuring the group.
- Reactionary - Chidori Control Special Action Chidori spear (range Acc) Elemental affinity Jutsu Clash against extremely hazardous boulders.
 
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Ruri’s pale eyes had not dimmed since they left the gates. The veins at her temples remained slightly raised as chakra flowed steadily into her vision, the Byakugan casting the world around her into its layered clarity. Snow, stone, chakra pathways, everything unfolded in sharp definition as she scanned constantly, exactly as Kouin had suggested. She gave him a brief nod when he spoke, acknowledging the advice without words. Keeping her eyes active was second nature to her anyway. Her focus settled first on the mountain itself. The tremors beneath their feet were obvious to anyone standing on the rock, but through the Byakugan the disturbance felt… deeper. She swept her gaze along every fracture line, seam of broken earth, and crevice where the stone had been recently disturbed. If something beneath the crust of the mountain carried chakra, if there were any unnatural energy signatures bleeding through cracks or tunnels, she intended to be the first to see it.

The two lower entrances drew her attention immediately. Even as Kouin’s wind began to gather around the group, lifting them from the unstable slope, Ruri’s eyes traced the collapsed tunnel first. The jagged crater where the entrance had once existed showed a chaotic web of fractures beneath the surface stone. Her vision slid through the gaps, scanning the collapsed passage and the surrounding rock for any signs of movement or energy. Then she checked the intact lower tunnel. Her gaze lingered there longer, mapping its structure as best she could from the distance while they rose higher into the air. The abandoned rail lines, the buried scaffolding, the hollow spaces where the mine once cut deep into the mountain, each detail registered in her mind automatically. Even as the wind carried them upward, Ruri continued to sweep her vision across every angle she could see of the lower facilities.

Kouin’s technique was… impressive. Ruri noted the structure of the airflow instinctively. The way the updraft lifted them evenly, controlled and deliberate rather than chaotic. It wasn’t just brute force wind manipulation; it was shaped carefully enough that their ascent felt steady despite the urgency. Her eyes flicked once toward him as they rose. Wind was her own elemental affinity and between Kouin’s command of the air and Sakura’s precise bursts of wind release that began redirecting falling debris, Ruri found herself watching closely. She didn’t stop scanning the mountain, but she paid attention. Both of them used the element differently than she had seen before. More efficient and refined than she had thought possible with her own capabilities.

As they ascended, a shadow spun through the storm above them. Debris, chunks of rocks, ice and dust are careening toward the group. Ruri shifted slightly midair, dropping instinctively into a half-ready stance even while suspended in Kouin’s updraft. Her hands lifted, palms open, the posture of the Gentle Fist forming automatically. When a fragment of stone tumbled toward their path she snapped one hand forward.

“Air Palm.”

A sharp pulse of compressed chakra burst outward from her palm, striking the stone mid-fall and knocking it aside before it could enter the rising column of wind. She reset her stance immediately after, eyes never stopping their sweep. She trusted in the barrier Sakura had created, but sometimes it's better to be safe than sorry. The speed at which this debris was moving could injure anyone of them badly, and that was best avoided at any cost. Most of her attention drifted briefly to Hibana. The younger girl would have far less experience dealing with unstable terrain like this, and Ruri quietly made a note of her position within the group. Kouin and Sakura clearly didn’t need the extra attention. Shizue too, seemed steady enough. But Hibana? Ruri kept track of where she was in the air current, just in case. As the ascent continued, Ruri performed a wider scan of the mining operation above them. The plateau and tunnel entrance came into view through the snow, and her vision moved quickly through the stone walls, across the surrounding ledges, and into the dark mouth of the mine itself.

She didn’t linger long in any single direction and instead, she searched constantly over the broken terrain, loose stone shifting on the ledges, fine dust sliding along fractured rock, subtle vibrations that might signal unstable ground beneath the snowpack.

“Kouin, slow the landing,” she called calmly as they approached the plateau. “Stone’s loose near the entrance.”

It wasn’t a warning of danger, just caution. Her eyes continued their sweep even as Sakura shattered a larger falling boulder with lightning, fragments scattering harmlessly around the updraft. Ruri took quiet note of that as well. Ninjutsu wasn't her strong suit, but she couldn't deny the impressiveness of it all. When their feet finally touched the plateau near the upper mine entrance, Ruri remained in a semi-ready stance just behind Kouin, her pale eyes still glowing faintly as she scanned the surrounding stone and the tunnel ahead.

Every crack, every hollow, every seam in the mountain, she mapped it, made a mental note of possible dangers, searched for the safest path to take, where no step woould lead to a sharp, fast tumble into the earth below, or worse, off the cliff face they now stood upon.

[WC - 880]

Actions:
Activate Byakugan - 1AP [Maintaining]
Activate Chakra Scan - 1AP [Maintaining]
Enter Gentle Fist Stance - 1AP [Maintaining]
Use Air Palm - 2AP


Total: 5AP used
 
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Tsuchimikado Shizue
Monumentum Deo, Upper Mine Approach

The mountain did not feel sick in any way Shizue understood, and that unsettled her more than blood ever had.
She had spent enough hours in wards and trauma rooms to trust the language of a body in distress. There were rhythms to collapse. Warnings. The subtle betrayals that came before a fever broke bad, before lungs filled, before a pulse began to lose its argument with the world. Monumentum Deo had none of that mercy. It trembled in fits and starts, not like stone under strain, but like something beneath it had remembered motion and was now trying to force the rest of the mountain to remember with it. Even with Kouin’s weather manipulation easing the worst of the cold around them, the place felt hostile in a way that had nothing to do with snow or altitude. The air stung. The ground muttered. Every instinct in her body kept trying to decide whether she stood on a landscape or on the skin of something sleeping badly.
Shizue landed with care when Kouin’s technique bore them upward, boots touching down near the upper entrance only after Ruri’s warning about unstable stone had reached the group. The ascent had not been elegant. Wind, debris, and broken rock had turned the space between one ledge and another into a gauntlet. She had hated the helplessness of being carried through it, hated even more that Kouin had been right to choose speed over sentiment. The lower entrances had looked wrong in different ways, and the new fissure splitting open below them had erased any remaining illusion that this mission would allow hesitation. By the time her feet touched stone again, Shizue’s heart was beating hard enough to feel in her throat, but her hands were steady. That was enough. Steady hands were what mattered.
Her gaze moved first to the tunnel mouth, then to the terrain around it, and finally to the others. Kouin had taken command with the sort of practical force that did not need to announce itself twice. Sakura had turned the mountain’s violence into an anatomy lesson and seemed to be listening for the shape of the wound beneath the rock. Ruri was scanning constantly, reading what eyes like Shizue’s could never read, tracking instability and whatever else might be moving below. Hibana looked ready in the way very young shinobi often did, wound tight, waiting for someone older to tell her when usefulness began. It was a functional arrangement, but functional did not mean safe. There was too much that could go wrong in a place like this, and Shizue had no interest in pretending otherwise.
She let one hand rise briefly to the collar at her throat, fingers brushing over smooth prismatic scales. The colors shifted beneath the dim light, a quiet spectrum that mirrored her eyes and grounded her as surely as a breath counted in and out. It helped, not because it was magical, but because it reminded her there was still a world beyond this mountain. Warm rooms. Silk sheets. Kitsune’s estate. Kitsune herself. There were people waiting in the shape of her life, and Shizue had no intention of being swallowed by stone before she returned to them.
The next tremor rolled underfoot, not violent enough to throw her, but deep enough to make the supports near the entrance complain. Dust sifted loose from the rock overhead. Shizue’s focus sharpened immediately. That was close enough to danger to stop thinking abstractly about what she might do and begin doing it.
Her hands formed the seal for Medical Assistant, and the bunshin that stepped off her chakra did not arrive with any theatrical flourish. It was simply there a heartbeat later, a supportive double of herself, pale-eyed and composed, already turning its attention toward the group with the same clinical awareness she carried into a treatment room. Shizue did not waste time explaining the theory of it. She only gave the clone a concise instruction to stay near the center of their formation once they moved, to monitor for injuries, dizziness, shock, and the smaller signs people ignored until they became catastrophes. In a mine, beneath unstable rock, a medic who waited for screaming was a bad medic.
At nearly the same moment, another shudder passed through the ledge. A crack sounded somewhere to her left, sharp and ugly, followed by the splintering groan of a loosened slab beginning to shear free from the stone above the entrance. Shizue did not call out unless she had to. She moved. Holy chakra surged through her coil with that bright, instinctive warmth Celestial Heritage always gave it, and four diamond-shaped barriers sprang into existence before her in a precise fan of light. Chakra Shield bloomed between the group and the falling stone, not as weapons, but as hovering walls. The slab hit them with a force that rattled through her arms and shoulders even from where she stood, the impact splintering two of the shields into fragments of dissolving chakra while the others caught and diverted the worst of the debris away from the team’s approach. It was not graceful. It was effective, and that was enough.
The burst of exertion left a brief ache behind her eyes, but when the clone reached automatically to steady one of the others and fed healing chakra where stress and strain had already begun to show, Shizue felt the answering pulse of her own Celestial Aura return a fraction of that grace to her. Holy energy always had that strange generosity to it. When she gave it properly, some part of it curved back and kept her upright too. The sensation was subtle, more like a warmth settling into cold hands than anything dramatic, but she welcomed it all the same. In a place like this, you took every mercy you were offered.
Shizue exhaled through her nose and re-centered, her voice carrying clearly enough to be useful without trying to compete with Kouin’s authority. “The ledge is still unstable, and overhead stone is loosening near the mouth. If we go in, go in cleanly. No crowding the entrance, no stopping under compromised supports.” She did not point, because they all had eyes, but her attention passed briefly toward the clone at center and then toward the tunnel. “My bunshin will stay support-side. If anyone feels off, says so immediately. Headaches, ringing ears, numb hands, trouble focusing, any of it. Do not wait.”
Her gaze lingered on the dark opening ahead. The upper entrance had been the better choice, but better was not the same as good. The mountain was still humming that wrong, subterranean note beneath their feet, and now that they stood close to one of its old wounds, she could feel how artificial the disturbance really was. Not polished, not designed in any elegant sense, but pushed. Forced. Like a body trying to reject something driven into it.
That thought settled heavily in her chest.
Shizue adjusted the strap of her pack, flexed feeling back into her fingers, and stepped into place to move when the others did. “Whatever did this,” she said, quieter now, mostly to the stone and to herself, “it’s not finished.”
She did not need to say she wasn’t either. The mountain could keep its secrets for a little longer if it liked. She was going in anyway.

((ooc: actions:


using these techniques once each:

A rather unique bunshin (clone of the user) technique that creates a specialized clone not intended to assist the user in combat, but in support. This clone lacks any offensive abilities, but instead plays a supportive role by being capable of performing many Medical techniques, as well as directly restore the Hp of its targets. Plus, many medics claim it works wonders in cleaning and preparing preparing hospital wards.

https://ninpocho.com/shinobi-shop/medical-assistant.111/

2 ap


Chakra Shield
Several diamond shaped shields of chakra are created directly in front of the user, which can either be used as bladed weapons or floating barriers.
Summons 4 shields of chakra in front of the user. These shields deal 625 Elemental Damage when they attack, and disappear when used. Each shield has a 28% chance of activating the 'Non Elemental' and 'energy wall' effect.

Special Action: Any shields the user has active may be used to block attacks(Multiple shields may block the same action). Each shield gains DR against Physical and Elemental Damage, and has HP equal to 110% of the Base Damage, against a single attack. Shields used this way disappear when used.

2 ap

Celestial Aura - Passive
Those with the blood of their creators flowing through them often radiate a certain aura of kindness, or calm. As Holy energy naturally replicates itself, even when they go to grace another with their divine benevolence, they are secondarily blessed; accidentally taking their patient's life force for themselves. Even should another power enter their coil, it will always staunchly remain Holy in some form or another.

Effect: The user is considered Holy. The user's Holy Medical Techniques also heal the user for 10% of the healing they perform on others. Additionally, if the user’s alignment changes they can spend +10% Cp costs to keep their Ninjutsu Techniques Holy

1 ap

5 ap used))
 
What had begun as a splitting of the world might have swallowed less disciplined shinobi whole, but the group did not break when the Monumentum Deo tried to cast them off.

Kouin moved first and moved decisively. Wind gathered around the five of them not as a storm, but as an updraft which was shaped through urgency and experience. The shattered ground dropped away beneath their feet as he lifted the entire team upward toward the higher mine entrance, denying the earthquake the footing it wanted to steal from them.

That choice saved them from the fracture below but it did not spare them the mountain’s rage.

The debris field was immediate and merciless. Ice, stone, and broken slabs of mountain rushed into the same airspace Kouin had chosen for their ascent turning it into a treacherous path. Hibana, young and still learning, stayed near the middle of the formation and did the wisest thing available to her... She trusted the structure around her, kept herself prepared, and waited for the opening where her talents might matter.

Sakura, however, stepped into the chaos with a chilling precision. Wind bent outward from her in sharp, controlled pulses. She began shaping a living barrier around the group and nudging lethal trajectories just far enough aside to matter. When the mountain offered her larger problems like great blocks of tumbling granite descending head-on into the team’s path... she answered with equal measure. Lightning, pure and raw, screamed through the storm in bright, surgical flashes. It split the worst of those masses apart before they could crush flesh and bone. What might have been catastrophe became fragments and gravel, hissing harmlessly past in the blizzard.

Ruri covered what remained.

Her Byakugan never dimmed. Even while the updraft held them aloft, her vision moved ceaselessly through the storm, through the cliffside, through the broken anatomy of the mountain itself. She tracked the pieces too small for Sakura’s lightning and too dangerous to ignore. She put herself in the way of the jagged, fast-moving debris that could maim as easily as kill. Ruri met those with an Air Palm, snapping compressed bursts of chakra into medium-sized fragments and knocking them away from the rising column of wind.

She also bled for it.

Whether from timing, angle, or simple instinct, one sharp shard struck deep across Ruri’s arm as she deflected it away from the more vulnerable center of the formation. It was not a crippling wound, but it was noticeable as bright blood became visible in the pale winter light, the first true cost paid by any of them since entering the mountain.

By the time Kouin settled them onto the upper ledge, Ruri was not the only Shinobi injured, Kouin had also taken bits of rock shrapnel to the chest.

The mine entrance yawned before them, dark and old. Somehow this was preferable to the open wrath outside. Meanwhile, Shizue was moving almost the instant boots touched down. Her medical bunshin came to life with chakra and crossed toward Kouin, whose body had also taken the hidden strain of carrying all of them through unstable air and flying debris. Healing chakra flowed, quiet and practiced, repairing what the ascent had cost him in blood from the shrapnel which plagued his chest until the damage was mended.

By the end of that first exchange, only Ruri remained visibly injured. Blood still traced her arm in a narrow line, stubborn and red, while the rest of the team stood battered more by tension than by open harm. Behind them the mountain continued to mutter and crack. Ahead of them was darkness... but they had no choice, and so they went in.

The mine swallowed daylight quickly and a mere few paces past the threshold, the storm became memory that was quickly replaced by the groaning interior of the mountain.

The old passages were broad enough in places to admit carts and equipment, with thick and practical supports, but recent activity in the earth had made them unreliable. Every distant tremor sent dust whispering from the beams overhead and pebbles skittered from unseen ledges. Whole sections of earth shuddered with each deep movement below, as though the mountain’s bones were being tested from within.

It did not feel safe here as they traveled, merely safer than outside.

The route downward was not a single tunnel but a wounded system of veins. Some corridors remained wide enough to move through in formation. Others had narrowed into bent stone corridors that forced them to turn sideways, strip equipment to be held close, and squeeze one careful breath at a time through gaps that the earth had no intention of sharing.

There were places where the only way forward was to flatten against cold rock and inch through as the mountain trembled around them. There were others where collapsed shelves and compacted choke points offered different solutions, such as controlled demoltion. The path did not yet require Hibana’s explosives, but the possibility hung there in plain view now, no longer theoretical. In a place like this, demolition would be a dangerous thing but likely necessary.

Through all of it, Ruri became their clearest map. Her Byakugan reached where lantern light and ordinary sight could not. She guided them away from dead-end tunnels that had collapsed and toward the channels where the mine still held enough integrity to continue. She identified hollow spaces behind walls and the subtle gradients where pressure had shifted recently enough to matter. More than once, the route she chose was not the most comfortable to traverse, but it was the least likely to bury them.

Deeper still, the mine changed. It had been at least an hour... maybe more... that they had been traveling so far.

The air grew heavier in this place.

The tremors lost some of their randomness and began to feel directional, as though something beneath them was not merely moving, but communicating in a language made of force. Supports groaned, walls vibrated, and dust rose in small puffs from cracks no one had touched. The deeper they went, the more the mountain’s interior felt less like dead stone and more like a sealed chamber trying to remember how to open.

Then Ruri stopped. Her gaze had gone deeper than the tunnel around them, deeper than the nearby chambers and abandoned shafts. Nearly a mile below their current position, something waited in the earth.

Not a single source, not a creature, and not anything simple to explain.

She saw chakra there, large amounts of it held in strange pockets scattered through the stone.

They were not random leakages or natural pools.

They sat in the earth like deliberate nodes, spaced perhaps fifteen or twenty feet apart. They were interlinked into something resembling a barrier or lattice below the mountain. A structure made not of visible walls, but of repeating, connected reservoirs.

What it is exactly, she could not be sure, but she would likely explain it to the best of her ability...

Despite having a clear path, the way down had not agreed to let them reach it gently. The world shifted again and this time the earthquake came while they were underground.

The first sign was a sound that was impossibly deep and the frequency alone would feel deafening. It was the kind of subterranean groan that made every support beam in the tunnel answer at once before the floor lurched. Stone bucked beneath their feet hard enough to throw balance into panic as cracks raced across walls that had held for decades. Overhead, loose earth broke free in sudden curtains. The tunnel did not simply shake it began to reshape while they were trapped within.

The threat was immediate and cruel.

The first thing that would hit everyone is that there would be a likely separation here.

The current marching order is:
Kouin
Ruri
Hibana
Shizue
Sakura

A falling support around where Hibana stands aims to turn the corridor into a grave as dust billows and rock screams. The path ahead threatens to vanish before them while the one behind seems to offer security.

The five of them were left with one brutal question... How do you survive?
Do you step Forward to continue the mission, or Back to safety and find a new path?
Where you are in the marching order will determine the ease or difficulty of reaching your intended path.

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Just to Note: If you guys can provide links to the Jutsu or a Link to your BL/CA/Kin page if it's from there.

That would help a ton!
 
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