Mirai
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All Out Fight (Unofficial)
Mid Range
Terrain: Mt. Katsuryoku, where it all started.
I'll be utilizing Mirabelle Uzumaki (Full Powered) in signature, post your bio and lets have some fun.
Even now, at this moment- I still find it hard to believe we’ve come this far…huh Faye.
A somber, tranquil voice spoke. There she sat, in the middle of a small meadow at the base of the mountain. Mirabelle Uzumaki, the Jinchuriki of Matatabi, former Kage of Sin- and of course, Faye’s best friend. An ocean of orange red hair cascaded down her back, her heterochromic eyes reflecting the world around them. She was calm, having made peace with the world and its changes. She announced her official retirement from active shinobi duties, in favor of raising her family. Many supported her cause, while others argued against it- considering she is one of the most powerful kunochi in the modern era. A fully realized Jinchuriki and of the Uzumaki Clan?
Her gaze didn’t divert just yet, it was fixated on the landscapes normally hidden in the snow, as almost year around this place is damn near a glacier in itself. However spring finally rolled in, and with that- she decided to visit an old friend, former lover but someone she always held deep within her heart. The memories of them spending time together for several months on this very mountain. Faye admittingly fell in love first, but Mirabelle’s own insecurities of other things caused to be a bit oblivious to this fact. It wasn't until her final day on the mountain, she was summoned back to Owatasumi for the Hayabusa’s yearly festive season, and she needed to leave. As the heiress, it was without a doubt her presence was required.
As Faye would come closer, Mirabelle’s posture shifted slightly, as she tilted her head with a smile. She always loved Faye’s innocent look, it was fun to probe at and tease. Her smile slowly faded, turning in a warm but neutral appearance. She knew what was going to come about this meeting, it was yet another fight- but this time to finally decide whom amongst the ladies truly reigned supreme. She however did not wish to rush into things, and would essentially gesture for her to take a seat.
Before we burn this place down to ash, let’s have a chat. Do you remember that day? The day we first met? Or do I have to retell it with facts, you might wanna muddy it with your own biasness.
She quipped, a small laugh escaped her lips. As she did, she raised her hand, as a small ember ignited but it wasn’t for an attack, it was for storytelling. As the flames whisked to life, they resembled a teen Mira and Faye, quickly running and prancing into the fields. She sighed, as the miniature Mirabelle's posture stood upright, as though scolding the very Faye of the past.
You were hard of hearing, ya know that?
(Sutōrīterā no Honō) - Flames of the Storyteller
Mid Range
Terrain: Mt. Katsuryoku, where it all started.
I'll be utilizing Mirabelle Uzumaki (Full Powered) in signature, post your bio and lets have some fun.
Even now, at this moment- I still find it hard to believe we’ve come this far…huh Faye.
A somber, tranquil voice spoke. There she sat, in the middle of a small meadow at the base of the mountain. Mirabelle Uzumaki, the Jinchuriki of Matatabi, former Kage of Sin- and of course, Faye’s best friend. An ocean of orange red hair cascaded down her back, her heterochromic eyes reflecting the world around them. She was calm, having made peace with the world and its changes. She announced her official retirement from active shinobi duties, in favor of raising her family. Many supported her cause, while others argued against it- considering she is one of the most powerful kunochi in the modern era. A fully realized Jinchuriki and of the Uzumaki Clan?
Her gaze didn’t divert just yet, it was fixated on the landscapes normally hidden in the snow, as almost year around this place is damn near a glacier in itself. However spring finally rolled in, and with that- she decided to visit an old friend, former lover but someone she always held deep within her heart. The memories of them spending time together for several months on this very mountain. Faye admittingly fell in love first, but Mirabelle’s own insecurities of other things caused to be a bit oblivious to this fact. It wasn't until her final day on the mountain, she was summoned back to Owatasumi for the Hayabusa’s yearly festive season, and she needed to leave. As the heiress, it was without a doubt her presence was required.
As Faye would come closer, Mirabelle’s posture shifted slightly, as she tilted her head with a smile. She always loved Faye’s innocent look, it was fun to probe at and tease. Her smile slowly faded, turning in a warm but neutral appearance. She knew what was going to come about this meeting, it was yet another fight- but this time to finally decide whom amongst the ladies truly reigned supreme. She however did not wish to rush into things, and would essentially gesture for her to take a seat.
Before we burn this place down to ash, let’s have a chat. Do you remember that day? The day we first met? Or do I have to retell it with facts, you might wanna muddy it with your own biasness.
She quipped, a small laugh escaped her lips. As she did, she raised her hand, as a small ember ignited but it wasn’t for an attack, it was for storytelling. As the flames whisked to life, they resembled a teen Mira and Faye, quickly running and prancing into the fields. She sighed, as the miniature Mirabelle's posture stood upright, as though scolding the very Faye of the past.
You were hard of hearing, ya know that?
(Sutōrīterā no Honō) - Flames of the Storyteller
Type: Supplementary/Offensive
Rank: D
Range: Short
Chakra: 10
Damage: N/A (20)
Description: A relatively small ability often used out of combat. Flames of the Storyteller (FotS) allows the user to abruptly release marvelous flames from varying body parts such as hand and quickly shape those flames to animate miniatures of a moving object, animal or the likes for storytelling purposes. Those flames do not harm the user as they are made by his/her chakra. The flames can also be shaped into text to convey messages that either seem to combust out of someplace from the user's body, appear hovering around the user, or burned into a solid, such as ground to leave a message behind. This is not only restricted to text, it could also be symbols or plain art. Burning a scroll or warming up objects is also a feasible task with this technique. FotS also has offensive applications by solidifying fire-natured chakra from one's body to create a simple, humble-sized object to protrude from the user's body, such as spikes of hand length.
Rank: D
Range: Short
Chakra: 10
Damage: N/A (20)
Description: A relatively small ability often used out of combat. Flames of the Storyteller (FotS) allows the user to abruptly release marvelous flames from varying body parts such as hand and quickly shape those flames to animate miniatures of a moving object, animal or the likes for storytelling purposes. Those flames do not harm the user as they are made by his/her chakra. The flames can also be shaped into text to convey messages that either seem to combust out of someplace from the user's body, appear hovering around the user, or burned into a solid, such as ground to leave a message behind. This is not only restricted to text, it could also be symbols or plain art. Burning a scroll or warming up objects is also a feasible task with this technique. FotS also has offensive applications by solidifying fire-natured chakra from one's body to create a simple, humble-sized object to protrude from the user's body, such as spikes of hand length.
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