Desert Solitude Pt. 2(flashback, private)

The heat was building up to almost the point of a flame being ignited along the spark of the chakra, filling up his mouth. He slammed his hands together with his index fingers forming a triangle that pointed upwards as he took a sharp inhale. He thought "Tora" in his head without shouting it as the spark went off along the barrier between his mouth and the buckle of the belt, along his teeth. The fire crept along the belt, devouring it up as if the belt were soaked in gasoline, though it was just following the Chakra. It moved so fast that along a cable substitute as short as his leather belt that it seemed as thought it had finished up in an instant.

When it hit the surface of the water it did not immediately go out, continuing to heat up with a skin melting level of power coming off of the flame. As it kept being shot into the water the water very quickly started to bubble. The sand around him was getting so much hotter. The dead birds started to bob around, hitting each other from time to time and bouncing off of the walls of the water filled pit in the sand.

Post 5/4

Name: Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique
Rank: C
Type: Ninjutsu
Element: Fire Release
Range: Mid-range
Description: The user breathes fire along a cord or any other type of long object, which rushes forward in a straight line catching the enemy on fire. A line of enemies can be used as the conductor as well. The flames are meant to target, and assault the enemy's upper body. It appears to be even larger and more devastating than the Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique, able to melt through a person's skin, and even rock.
Requirements: User must have Fire Release.

Voltaire waited for some time, allowing the skin to crisp up, and to turn a beautiful color of brown. At that time the deliciously dead birds were still swiveling around in the water from the heat of it, so Voltaire knew that he was not yet ready to get them out unless he was going to think of something smart to do. He jumped into the water, the cold water that was in the much larger pit that he had found. He swam down just a little bit, still uneasy but slowly getting the hang of water as he eased his terror by reminding himself that he definitely possessed techniques that would get him out of that situation. He held his right hand back hard, and at first he formed a fist, but then he gave that move just a little bit of thought. His initial idea was to use Sakura Blossom Crush, but then he remembered that there was hot water on the other side of the bit of sand dune he was about to punch through. Also, he did not want the little yummies to come in through the hole as well.

He pressed his thumb up against his palm and folded back his pinkie and ring fingers while extending his index and middle fingers. He positioned himself as well as he could, using his left hand as well as both feet to anchor himself onto that while while jabbing his fingers into that dune and pulling back in a piston like motion. As soon as the hot water poured out he jumped up, getting heated up a bit, but not receiving any burns as he crawled up to see a hole in the sand full just of cooked birds.

Taijutsu training
1/5

Voltaire back flipped out of the water, dropping his heel down into the sand and landing behind the hole full of cooked birds that he had used the fruit of his chakra to prepare. Worried about losing his muscle power after all of that training just for his ninjutsu prowess, Voltaire stayed on his hands, using what strength he had to push himself back onto his hands on nothing but the power of his wrists. He slipped somewhat, but he gripped the hot sand tight. The air was starting to cool down as the sun was going down, but the sand was not going to cool down for quite some time to Voltaire's extended knowledge of the desert. Voltaire bent his elbows down, lowering his face into the hole, and grabbing one of the small cooked birds with his teeth as though he were bobbing for apples instead of meat. He bit hard to tear a piece off that he chewed up while he was doing these ninety degree angle push ups. He kept on doing this until he was getting a bit of a bounce with the strength and determination of each push, though he had to stop when his hands slid a couple of feet in either direction, not for his own weakness, but simply due to the nature of sand, something tha the understood all too well.

Taijutsu training
2/5

Voltaire let himself face plant into the hole, but he did not stop using the strength in his arms as he slipped down. He slowly lifted himself back onto his palms, stealing another bite of the bird when he was down there, chewing and eating while he got himself back up. He was trying to push himself back up without knocking sand over the birds that were already covered in it, but he was not done quite yet with all of his training. He knew that he was going to have to keep burning while he took in the calories if he was going to have to eat this hefty helping all at once, and Voltaire, while a master of a great many elemental skills, had no way of keeping the bird fresh and tasty. As his one solution to not knocking down any sand, Voltaire decided to go down himself and get on the level of the birds. He pushed up one last time, but this time instead of grabbing at the sand on either side of the hole he clapped before smacking his hands down inside of the hole, getting closer to the bird for easier access and not risking messing up his food, all while demanding higher and higher levels of muscle control on his part.

Taijutsu Training
3/5

Voltaire kept on doing those upright push ups on just his hands while crunching on chicken, but at one point when he came back up he saw that he was no longer alone. There was a small pack of coyotes coming towards him, he counted about seven of them. Not hesitating and full of adrenaline, Voltaire flipped himself forward towards the coyotes. He rolled into one of them, grabbing it from behind and rolling down the dune with it. He had expected the owl as well as the smell of the other birds cooking would attract some baddies, but he was not expecting any of this nonsense. The other six did not wait to jump on him while he was rolling around with the one who he had caught. As soon as they did though, Voltaire flung the coyote he had in his grasp at two who were about to jump him while two more came at him from behind. Voltaire ducked and pressed his palms on the chests of the coyotes, throwing them to the sides to prevent the final one from pouncing on him.

Taijutsu Training
4/5

Another one of the coyotes jumped at Voltaire from the side and instead of dodging, ducking, or fleeing, Voltaire grabbed the coyote by the head. He wrapped his right arm around the head of the coyote with its back facing to his right and its belly facing to his left, he then pressed his left palm on its chest and pushed down hard until its neck snapped. He sat that down for a moment while the other six coyotes circled him. He ducked when the first jumped, letting it fly past and into the second that was sneaking up on him from the opposite direction. He then jumped backwards hard onto another one of the coyotes, slamming this coyote in the middle of its back with elbow, breaking it instantly. Two more came and he kicked them hard in the noses, kicking with both legs at the same time and landing each shot successfully.

Taijutsu Training
5/5
Taijutsu Adept > Expert

With five of the coyotes not only still alive but now quite angry with him, Voltaire's mind was racing for some desperate action to take. He grabbed one of the coyotoes that he had killed, the one whose neck he snapped before breaking the back of the other one. He grabbed it by the front paw and swung it around at the other coyotes. One of them leaped at him so Voltaire grabbed the neck broken coyote by both of its front legs and slammed the attacking coyote in the face, cutting up the corpse of the coyote that he was swinging while knocking a couple of canine teeth out of the mouth of the canine. He accidentally lost his hold over the furry dead creature and it flew into the face of yet another one of the five living coyotes. Two more jumped at him from either side and he reached down to grab the corpse of the coyote whose back he'd broken, swinging this one by the back legs while backing away slowly back towards the body of water he had created.

Bukijutsu Training
1/3

Voltaire decided that the body of the coyote was simply getting far too heavy. Voltaire got low and bolted quickly to the ground as fast as he could, flipping over when he hit the sand and grabbing the teeth that he had knocked out of one of the living coyotes. He found 3 of them, putting them in between his knuckles and forming a tight fist with his right hand. One jumped him from behind, the whose teeth he had taken, so he grabbed it by the back of the neck with his left hand as though he was scruffing a cat and then punched its own teeth into its throat, forcing it to bleed out very quickly. He jumped back onto the water, walking on it and taking random swipes with his right hand, very successfully intimidating all but one of the remaining four coyotes. The largest living one was encroaching on him, growling and staring him down without concern for the water or the weapons that Voltaire had procured. The other three waited behind him, occasionally glancing at one another while they seemed to be formulating a plan.

Bukijutsu Training
2/3

Voltaire extended both of his hands, dropping the canine teeth of the dead coyote, letting them fall into the water where they would stay as he formed some steel along his palms, and from them grew a kunai from each hand. His thumbs hooked around the loops at the ends and he spun them around, holding one kunai normally in his right hand and holding the other back hand in his left hand. The coyote lurched out at Voltaire and he ran forward into the attack. He took a hard back hand swing with the kunai in his left hand, slashing open the throat of the coyote, using that force to slam its body into the shore of the sandy dune. While it was there dying he took the kunai with his right hand, slashing across from the collar area down to a few inches away from the crotch of the beast, splitting its belly open.

He reached both hands into the beast, holding the kunai the same way that he had been holding them earlier while slashing out its entrails and shouting with a rage beyond anything that the canines could have made. He scattered its digestive track down the slope of the dune, glaring down at the remaining coyotes who ran off as he kicked the last corpse down the slope.

Bukijutsu Training
3/3
Beginner > Adept

Content with his accomplishments thus far, and secure in the belief that nothing would be coming for him after that display of his willingness and capacity to kill living creatures, Voltaire felt it was time to sleep. But before doing so, he was going to have to set up some sort of a shelter. He did not have the means to build a tent, a hut, or anything of that sort. and the sand was not stable enough for him to build something that he would be willing to sleep under. In the name of sanitation before he did what needed to be done, Voltaire dipped his hands into the water, ringing them together quickly and making the water red as he got the blood from his pale hands. He splashed them dry and picked one of his kunai back up from the sand dune, dipping it into the water and waving it around quickly to get the blood from the coyotes off of it.

He slashed his thumb open with it once both the hand and the tool were clean of whatever potential pathogens those mutts were carrying. He weaved some hand signs and then slammed his right hand down into the sand. In an enormous cloud of smoke the giant whom he had tamed appeared. Jericho stood before him, staring at him in eerie silence while he waited for his orders. "Jericho," Voltaire began, "are you ready for your work?"

"I am here," the spider responded plainly.

"Yes, that you are," Voltaire said, "Well, I have to sleep, being human and all, so do you mind letting me sleep under your while you watch out for further baddies?" Not answering with words, Jericho lifted his body up high on his enormous legs, and positioned himself over Voltaire so that he would see all that might approach them and also provide some shade when the horrible sun came out. Finally feeling like his bases were covered, Voltaire drifted off to sleep slumber.

When Voltaire woke up Jericho was where he had left him, standing above him blocking out the beautiful sun that would have burnt his white skin to a red crisp. He was still waking up, but did not plan to wait to train. He formed the clone hand seal, and produced two clones, each with one fourth of his overall chakra. The two stood at the shore knowing what was expected of them. Voltaire tossed each of them a kunai and then nodded. Voltaire glanced over in mild disgust as he realized that Jericho had been eating the coyotes' bodies while standing over. There was half of a corpse and an enormous pile of bones from the other coyotes.

The two Voltaires bowed down to each other and then lunged at one another with their kunai, meeting blades and not managing to hit one another. One clone, who Voltaire would secretly refer to as clone number one, moved his kunai hard to the left, almost knocking the kunai of the other clone, to whom Voltaire would refer to as clone letter A, but instead knocking his whole body towards the water, almost putting him in the water before he could catch himself.

Voltaire: 300/600
Clone 1: 150/150
Clone A: 150/150

Bukijutsu Training
1/5

Clone Letter A attacked Clone Number One. He got down low, striking down with a back handed swing at the knees of Clone Number One with the intents of taking him to the ground. Clone Number One jumped and tucked his knees in to move his center of gravity, coming down with the kunai towards the crown of the head of Clone Letter A. Clone Letter A jumped back with one of his legs and then kicked out with the other, sending Clone Number One sliding down the sandy slope, though Clone Number One rolled down to absorb the impact and not be sent away to rejoin Voltaire. A thought which very much amused Voltaire, he was the afterlife of a species that he had created and occasionally destroyed by his own whims.

Voltaire reached for the remaining coyote corpse and a few of the bones. Jericho almost attacked Voltaire, but then realized that it was Voltaire and then allowed him to take his food for whatever purpose the young shinobi had in mind.

Voltaire: 310/600
Clone 1: 150/150
Clone A: 150/150

Bukijutsu Training 2/5

Clone A swing hard with his kunai only to be caught at the wrist by Clone 1's swing with his kunai, the two clashing and then quickly jumping backwards away from one another before running back at each other again. Clone A slashed for Clone 1's face only for Clone 1 to duck and drive the kunai upwards towards Clone A's elbow, for Clone A to leap in the opposite direction of the swing and up onto a higher plane of that same sand dune. Clone A leaped towards Clone 1 with his Kunai outstretched, but Clone 1 grabbed Clone A's wrist and went to slit Clone A's wrist with his kunai, but Clone A started to spin around his kunai, almost cutting Clone 1's arm but Clone 1 pushed Clone A away just in time for only the sleeve of his jacket to get scratched.

While they were doing this, Voltaire had found two pieces of a rib at the same length and started to rub the tips together. Voltaire was growing bored of watching them fight with their Kunai, he wanted something a little bit more intelligent.

Voltaire 320/600
Clone 1: 150/150
Clone A: 150/150

Bukijutsu Training 3/5

Voltaire was still grinding away at the tips of the ribs while the two clones struck out at each other with lethal intent as well as perfectly equal skills. Voltaire watched with glee as he did his work. Clone A was now not only shouting in rage, but even growling as he tried to hit Clone Number One in the skull with the dull end of the kunai, using the loop like a small club. Clone Number One stepped forward, side swiping at Clone A with the point of the kunai. Clone A hooked the loop around the point of Clone Number One's kunai, pushing it hard back to keep the point from cutting him and sending him to the void inside of their creator's mind and chakra. The two slowly circled one another, walking gradually higher and higher up to the tip of the dune where the shore started. The water had gone down a good deal since the night before due to soaking into the sand as well as evaporation. Clone A and Clone Number One were both at risk of falling down into that water which was now about 2 feet lower, both due to one another's attacks as well as due to the way the sands shifted when they moved.

Voltaire: 330/600
Clone 1: 150/150
Clone A: 150/150

Bukijutsu Training 4/5

Clone A charged at Clone Number One once more, raising his kunai up high with both of his hands gripped tightly around it. However, when Clone Number One swung his kunai to the right aiming at Clone A's wrists, Clone A crouched down low and moved his kunai to his left hand while he pushed his right hand out, shoving it into Clone Number One's shoulder as he jumped out upwards from down low and hard as he could. Clone Number One did not poof upon the impact, just growled through his teeth up at Clone A who held the kunai high above his head, but just before he could end Clone Number One's brief existence, their creator stepped in. "STOP!" Voltaire yelled. The two clones both looked extremely bewildered, having been stopped just before the glorious battle had been won. "You are both needed for more, and these kunai are not proper for training you." As he said this, he threw over two sharpened ribs which skidded next to their feet.

Voltaire: 340/600
Clone 1: 150/150
Clone A: 150/150

Bukijutsu Training 5/5
Adept > Expert

[End of part 2]