Harnessing Lightning Release [Private]

The rain pattered on the roof of the little wood shack occasionally a few drops sneaking past the trusses landing on the dirt floor. It was hell outside literally; the winds were raging with no remorse, the rain was coming in sideways, and the thunder followed the lightning closely. It was very surprising that the poor man's shack could survive such a storm, but there it stood in all its glory. Ozia would often escape to its solitude when he needed the extra help while focusing on a project. Only three objects occupied the emptiness that was the cabin. A table with its very own chair and a bookcase nearly full with all the books Ozai had collected over the years. He used a single candle to combat the darkness brought on by the storm clouds overhead, yet it was still very dark. At this point, the only thing running through Ozai's mind was "what in the world am I doing out here?" Calmy he place his hand into his palm exhaling a rather huge sigh.

A few hours had passed and Ozia was feeling like he had made no progress at all. "Why must it be so difficult to learn how to handle lightning?" he asked the empty space. Four open books scattered across the desk had been the center of his research with a stack in the corner of ones to be readily swapped out. His fingers followed the lines and his eyes were zooming down each page and the next one flipping pages with his free hands. After wasting hours of time only one quote from a book had stuck to him "Lightning is such a violent and destructive force, but it destroys things with such beauty do you admire it or fear it?" His head fell to the table with such a force it had begun to splint the cheap wood used to fashion it. Ozai was becoming so frustrated he just wanted to flip the table and set every last single book ablaze. Rubbing his eyes Ozai pushed himself away from the table and stood. He needed a break from all this redundant studying and began to pace around the room kicking small amounts of dust with each step. The storm raged on only increasing its tempo the wind whistling through every crack between the wood boards. A droplet of cold rain smacked Ozai right in the middle of the face, bringing him to the realization he was approaching this task all wrong.

The howling wind busted through the front door nearly taking it off it's hinges and totally ruining the moment. Ozai made his way through the opening embracing the storm in all its wickedness making sure to secure the door to its rightful place. With on a few seconds passed Ozai's body was entirely soaked and his clothes began to pick up some weight from the collected water. One of the books from earlier was based on the science of harnessing lightning as a power source. He had kept that in the back of his mind as he implanted a few metal rods into the sand as grounds. Ozai placed himself in the middle of the rods sitting crosslegged as strands of lightning began to direct themselves into the sand. Heat began to radiate throughout the sand as more lightning was caught by the rods warming Ozai the rain. Ozai's beady gold eyes were trained on the lightning as he began to let the chakra flow freely in his body. It had been quite a while since he had just let himself experience nature in the ways of the old. Every last hair on his body was now standing on end and he could feel the chakra moving with such speed bouncing around in his body. Looking down Ozai saw small trails of lightning running all across his body and into the rods around him. "It is done" he thought to himself as he stood and brushed the sand from his lower body.

[End]
2nd Release(Raiton) Trained.
(This was really awkward to rp)