Blood of the forge

Arantima stood in the center of his forge, the hood of his forge was completely open letting the full light of the lava floe he used as his heat source through to illuminate the room. The door to the forge was also shut turning the entire room into a large furnace of sorts, sweat was streaming down his body as he began to kneel. His Demon claws not worn, in fact they were on the ground before him sitting before him ceremonially along with two Razor Veils and four of his Demon chakrams. Once he had settled into his kneeling position, seated on his own heels and all his weight distributed along his shins he took a large and deep breath in before elongating his ruby red nails to their full three inch length.

He drags the nails down his palms of the opposite hand carving shallow cuts into his palms with a slight wince as he does so.  When he is done with this he moves his hands down towards each item and smears his own blood across each weapon silently before he takes up both of his hands and places a blood print on his chest over his curse mark and one covering his face at the same time as the other. He moves his hands out to each side as far wide as he can stretch them and begins to form handseals in either hand separately from each other.

In his left hand he forms an intricate set of seals upside down from their standard positioning. Rat > Snake > Ox > Bird > Horse, while on his Right hand he forms them in the opposite order, Horse > Bird > Ox > Snake > Rat. When each sign is formed his arms draw closer back into his body as if he is embracing the air before himself.  When  his hands come to a point where they are almost touching he forms a Two handed Dragon seal and holds this seal as if doing so is like holding a vibrating bar that will shatter if he lets go of it before this ritual is complete.

Moments after he starts the Dragon seal the blood he had smeared across the weapons in front of him begins to be soaked into the metal like a sponge and the blood dripping from his bleeding hands darts between each weapon as rapidly as it streams and drips from his wounds. The weapons before him begin to hum softly as a soft ruby red glow emits from the blood flowing into them. Arantima's eyes were closed but there was not strain in that only a serenity that could be born of concentration that required one's eyes be shut.

His eyes flew open as the Demon Claws stopped humming and what he saw almost caused him to drop his dragon seal as he wanted to reach down and touch the metal that had turned from silvery and opaque to Ruby red and translucent as it made of Ruby glass or even pure ruby itself. His eyes then darted between all the rest that were humming and watched as the glowing blood continued to flow from his hands and into the weapons slowly. He could feel the drain of it as the ritual taxed him but he needed to push forward, to see this through until each weapon was bound to him.

He closed his eyes once again and began to think of things to center his mind and body, the flow of chakra was already established and would continue without much effort so long as he did not drop that seal he held. the first image that came to his mind was the cup he kept his pencil in when he was alone, of course it would be this he smiled to himself as he heard the sound of it landing in the cup and tink'ing about until it settled into its resting place when he returned from the academy. The next thing that flashed in his mind was the last time he sent that pencil through the air to rest forever in the cup when he left that little apartment to move in to the Tower in Sunagakure...

A tear formed in his eye that fell down his face to mingle with the sweat and yet a clear line where the pure tear rushed down his face un-marred by the oils that caused the sweat to stick to the skin. He recalled then when he had met Mizuki the Kaze-Kage, a frightening and exciting day.. The day he found out he had a Family also the day that he felt at once more alone and at once more like he belonged than any other. His entire being began to shake as he began to sob lightly at the memory that came next..

The Day Mizu came back from the summit and turned the tower completely red with Blood rain. He had been watching for her to return and yet when she appeared... He had to shutter his window as blood began to rush down from the sky in a torrent.  He saw that day in his mind as if it were happening again, looking down at his hand to see the blood that covered it now and seeing no difference to the blood that covered it that day.. He never felt so useless and weak, unable to console his only family, unable to even let her know that she still had someone in Sunagakure that wanted to be her family, his entire being shook with sadness as he felt unloved and yet as if he deserved to.

Everything went quiet for a short time then, his life calmed and He and Mizu barely spoke which was normal as she was Kage.. He trained with so many ninja during that time.. And then He recalled the day he finally broke and went to get some semblance of connection with her.. And what a meeting that was, a meeting filled with feelings and emotions and.. barriers. He could feel it even then that her warmth had died even as she admitted it to him directly to his face, and from then he had made it his mission to let her feel even a fraction of warmth even just once for a minute.




1050/1050



Current Health Bar: 300/300  | AP: 1050/1050

Vigor: 25 |  Chakra: 100 | Speed: 150 | Strength: 25 | Throwing Speed: 115 | Throwing Distance: 57 Meters | Jumping Distance/Height 42 Meters

Arantima's eyes opened and he stared down at the Two Razor Veils he had laid out in their coils were now ruby red and slightly translucent. He couldn't reach out to touch them just yet, but he knew that the ritual had taken on them, he had four more object left and he had to take a soft breath and settle his shoulders, shift from sitting on his shins to sitting cross legged and for at least a moment watch as the blood channeled itself in lazy rivulets into the remaining weapons. There was a determination within him that he had not felt in a long time, not since he had the walls of rejection and judgement to push back against.

He remembered back to the day he first had to deal with an assassin.. Assassins he found that his father had sent to test him..  The feeling of the haze of madness that would swarm his mind if he did not feed, which he had not for weeks during that day. The assassin met him on the worst day to do so, the one day that Arantima could not have spared him even if he had wanted to. That day Tima was no longer a human he was a Kyuketsuki and that was not something he could have revealed to the rest of the village.  

His fangs and Clawed nails extended outward as he recalled the memory of that day, the feeling of needing to control himself and the need to keep his secret safe. He also allowed the euphoric sense of lust and hunger wash over him as he recalled the scent of fresh human blood that had spilled by his own hand for the first time since his awakening as a Kyuketsuki.. He let out an involuntary shudder of pleasure as he recalled the feeling of the blood hitting his tongue for the first time.  That was the first day that he took a step away from true childhood manners, where he was introduced to a new side of himself that he had come to realize all this time later that was always a part of him.

He looked down at his hands again and saw the blood that was flowing out of them and nodded as he fell deep into those memories. "You.. Should leave now Shinobi. Before You see things you should not. I'm giving you this chance.. To prove I am still a good person!" The words came to his mind as if they were spoken so long ago and et they were barely A year and half back. He had changed so much in a year and he was continuing to change.. His obsession with following was lessening and his confidence in who and what he was and his own skills were growing.

The feeling of the Wire wrapping around his throat constricted his flesh even now as he recalled that day so deeply and so vividly, then came freedom from that constriction and the feeling of becoming a predator at last, knowing where his prey was and how unprepared for what they were going to truly face. Having the upper hand simply becuase your foe could not have known who he was or what he was capable of, was such a thrilling feeling but nothing compared to the feeling of staring into the eyes of a man who was literally unarmed and helpless. The descent into hunger and madness slow and controlled until his fangs sank into the flesh of that poor assassin.

The Second assassin came when he was training his friend Kaito, A.. Severely unfortunate circumstance. The training was already intense as it could be outside of a VR space and yet still.. an assassin came to muddy the waters, but worse it was a thug that his friend had encountered before.. One that had killed his animal friend when he was younger. The Man had no clue what had hit him when Kaito snapped and went for him. Arantima simply watched as his friend unleashed the rage of many years on the man and applauded his friends victory and ruthlessness.

The teaching moment for him was that the job of a shinobi is ultimately to kill.. And that one must get that first kill out of the way so you can deal with those emotions at your own pace, to discover if you can truly deal with what killing does to your soul. The rending and bruising that the first time dumps onto the soul of the innocent is harsh, but it also may reveal a darker nature to yourself that you were not aware of yet. For Arantima it was the latter, a dark nature within him that others knew was there because of his eyes but that he himself had never seen.

He opened his eyes and looked at the Two best constructed Chakrams he had brought were also now a translucent ruby color, the feeling of that new material was such a tempting curiosity to him right now but he could not release himself to that temptation while he was almost finished with this ritual. He took a shaking breath as the word temptation rushed across his mind and his vision clouded as his mind was filled with the face of Mizuki.

He knew his relationship with her was strained and strange and all sort of toxic at its core, and yet he could not allow himself to even try and change it, and yet he knew that he had to grow up when it came to her.. He had to start to build up his space so he could stand where his own pedestals had placed her.. He would not bring her down to his level, that would be harder than uplifting his own self and mannerisms. His Face was streaked with several tears as he set himself to that new goal, to make his own status something that Mizu could look at and say they were at last equals.



1005/2055



Current Health Bar: 300/300  | AP: 1050/1050

Vigor: 25 |  Chakra: 100 | Speed: 150 | Strength: 25 | Throwing Speed: 115 | Throwing Distance: 57 Meters | Jumping Distance/Height 42 Meters

Arantima's vision suddenly went entirely Black and Eyes began to fill his entire sensory field.. He could feel each eye open as they slowly peeled themselves from the void that surrounded him. He subconsciously knew he was teetering between consciousness and passing out from the blood loss he had sustained so far. He focused on his own being which he could barely feel but the sensation of the myriad almost endless sea of eyes staring at him and when they would blink and twitch he could feel them as if they were part of his own flesh all over his body.

A silken sound hisses out from around each eye as if it flowed out from the void and didnt dare touch the eyes itself as if the sound would marr their surface or .. maybe it was afraid of the eyes as well. The Whispering suddenly bit into Arantima's flesh all over his body like a thousand fangs digging into his very being as it lilted through his mind. "Oh Look at this young monster.. Draining his own force for.. what is this? Infusing your own weapons with my gifts? Who gives you the right to give my gift to something so fragile?"

"I do.. I take that right from anyone that would deny it of me.. AnyTHING! He spits back out into the darkness and some of the eyes pop into eruptions of white goo.. Splattering a.. Previously formless creature nearby.. now specked and flaked in white goo that is a lot closer than would be comfortable.. If Arantima could see his own body, but for now he could see the creature and the creature could hopefully not see him back.  The creature was inching too and fro.. so for now at least it did seem unable to tell where he was so long as he was silent.

Arantima closed his eyes and concentrated on the rest of his surroundings in the waking world not this hellscape as he began to hear a hissing and hacking chuckle from nearby to his ears as if the voice came from his own mouth, without the warmth that usually was associated with his own voice. "Such an amusing Monster this one is. Thinks it is strong enough to take what it wants and yet it killing itself in this useless attempt to create fancier childs toys."

Arantima could feel that he was indeed slipping away as the blood kept trickling out of his veins.. he would need to devour an entire months worth of blood after this ritual.. and in the future would have to limit himself to smaller batches. His entire being was screaming for rest and so he would give in.. The ritual ends.. and his consciousness comes back to reality as he feels a tongue lash up his entire spine "Come back again Little Monster.. Meet Jashin on his own terms.."



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[Exit and claim]

Using The WC for the Blacksmithing skill as original skill is no longer legal. Spending 2250 WC to create 2 Wire Strings - 100hp Version.

3000 cost times 75 = 2250 /2 = 1125 WC cost to craft each.

Discarding the remaining WC.


Current Health Bar: 300/300  | AP: 1050/1050

Vigor: 25 |  Chakra: 100 | Speed: 150 | Strength: 25 | Throwing Speed: 115 | Throwing Distance: 57 Meters | Jumping Distance/Height 42 Meters