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Perganon is quite unique, characterized as it is by a giant, frozen lake of the same name that spans most of the area. The lake has never thawed, and so semi-permanent dwellings have been constructed on, used by the fishermen who fish in the lake by drilling holes in the ice. Despite the layer of ice covering it, there have always been plenty of fish in the lake. The area’s only village is located on the edge of the lake, nestled below a steep cliff face that offers protection from the weather.
 

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The Winter and Its Wolves

This post marks the beginning of my mission using the following story board elements:
  • Defend your employer from bandits. (3)
  • Capture a criminal and interrogate them. (3 - Custom)
Summary: The winter village of Thamur's Gift has recently seen an increase in bandit activity from a group called the Giant's Wolves. In the northern reaches where populations are sparse, it is up to the village to defend itself. Nicholas is forced to defend is employer, Nils, and takes it upon himself to end this threat, even if the cost to himself is great.




Gray winds swept across the frozen face of the large lake, leaving behind deposits of snow that sat upon the ice. It carried a dull whistle, ominous and without rest. Through the gray a huddled mass sat still, statuesque, in front of an opening in the lake's skin. There was little life this far north, too cold for most, and what life remained had been chased into the depths where it clung to the heat from the earth. It was a wonder that man had made this place home. Perhaps it was arrogance, a refusal to be denied, or perhaps it was simply necessity. It was said that an ancient bloodline sought escape from persecution and went to a place that called them. Nicholas was of this bloodline, though its history had been buried in the snow long before him.

Through the monotonous song of the winds, a brighter hum could be heard, cheerful and undeterred. Hmm. Hmmmm. Hmmhmmhmm. Hmm. Hmmmm. Hmmhmmhmm. Oddly, Nicholas did not think of it as cold. Why would he? Would a desert nomad think the day hot? No, this was just the way it is in the north. Hmmm? The wooden pole that sat in his hands danced for a moment, then paused, then danced again. The telltale signs that submerged prey was flirting with its own doom. Nicholas waited, patiently. Act too soon and the ploy would be revealed, wait too long and precious bait became no more than a treat. The line became taught and the trap was sprung, Nicholas snapped back with the pole in one quick jerk to sink the hook into the fish's mouth. Now that the dance was done, the battle began. The fish struggled unseen in the depths of the water, Nicholas did his best to guide it, to let it wear itself out. His line could only take so much weight before snapping. But Nicholas was seasoned in this art, and this battle was far from exceptional. He played the game in machine-like fashion and moments later the prize was lifted through the ice.

Nicholas held the fish up and pulled it closer to examine it. Northern Pike, not large, female. He removed a glove and ran a thumb along the pike's stomach. Ho-ho! Luck is in your favor today, miss fish. Her stomach was fat with eggs, a delicacy in some parts of the world, but here the potential for life was gold. Nicholas wrestled the hook from her lip and dropped her back through the hole. A meager harvest today was worth a bountiful harvest tomorrow. Nicholas packed his belongings and began the trek back to the village.




The gray slowly faded and a surprisingly warm looking village appeared. Wooden cabins lined the edge of the frozen lake and filled the gap between its shore and the steep cliff face that protected it. The rocky wall was an off-shoot of the mountain that stood tall behind it, Mount Thamur, named after an ice giant of fabled lore. And the village it shielded was aptly named Thamur's Gift, which Nicholas called home. He swung open a heavy oaken door and entered a candlelit cabin.

A gravely voice echoed from a back room, "Who is it?! I got me ax in hand, ye better be friend!" The short and stocky source came waddling out of the storeroom, a small hatchet in tow. A white beard covered the lower half of his face and hung down to his chest. Brown furs covered the rest of him, aside from the blue eyes that peered out from below the fur hat. Ahhh! Nicholas! Ye got something good for me this day?"

Nicholas shook off the remnants of the snow from his heavy red wool coat and unwrapped the scarf from around his face. He lacked the excessive beard of the stocky man, instead showing a well kempt beard of brown that hugged his jaw tightly. A sharp and thick mustache of matching brown sat above his mouth, coming to a point on either end. "Ho-ho! Something, yes, but not much. A chance for more, but at the cost of tomorrow, if you understand, Nils." Nicholas walked over to the man, his boots landing with a heavy thunk with each step, and handed Nils a burlap sack.

The old man eyed Nicholas for a moment before driving his hatchet into a wooden pillar, freeing his hands to take the sack. "Light! Ye was gone for half the day, and this is what ye bring?!" He opened the burlap and pushed the haul around, giving a quick look to the contents inside. He grumbled to himself before slinging it over his shoulder. "It'll do, I suppose." Nils turned and waddled into the storeroom.

Nicholas turned his attention to the hatchet buried in the wooden beam. It was unlike Nils to carry a weapon. His appearance suggested his younger self might have been a warrior, but that was far from truth, unless you called a tavern keep a warrior. Nicholas called out to him, "Nils, is everything alright here? Why did you come forth with an ax?" Nicholas pulled the ax free and made his way to the back, stopping in the doorway to the storeroom.

Nils was standing on a stool shuffling around some stock to make room for the fresh catch. He seemed to be ignoring Nicholas, though he was grumbling to himself again. Nicholas prodded, "Nils...is something the matter?"

The old man huffed and through his hands in the air, "Oh alright, ye can stop ye digging." He climbed down from the stool and turned to Nicholas. "Some ruffians ransacked Olav's place down yonder while ye was gone."

Nicholas clenched his hand around the grip of the ax, "Them, again?! They've grown too brazen...I-!"

"No! No, see, that's why I didn't want to tell ye." Nils cut Nicholas off. "Ye think ye gotta protect everyone, him and her, me and them, it ain't ye problem Nicholas. We can fends for ourselves."

He relaxed his grip on the ax. "If not me, then who? This is the third time they've shown themselves just this week." Even this far north with as few people as there was, there were some who chose the path of thievery and violence. They called themselves the Giant's Wolves, and they lived within a network of caves within Mount Thamur. At first they came as sneak thieves in the night, taking a barrel of mead here, a rack of meat there. But as of late they've become more direct, even daring to show their faces in broad daylight.

Nils walked over to Nicholas and put a hand on his shoulder. "Aye, you're strong Nicholas, but it's too dangerous for ye. Too dangerous for all of us. Let the wolves take their scraps, we're hardy folk, and we've braved harsher storms than this." He pushed past Nicholas and disappeared to continue maintaining the tavern, leaving Nicholas to thought.

Nicholas lifted the hatchet and turned it in his hand, examining its build and feeling its blade. Dull and brittle. He tossed it on to a table in the storeroom and went to follow Nils in his tasks.




Moonlight peered through the windows as the residents of Giant's Gift slept. Shadows repelled down the sheer cliff, a rare threat coming from the very thing that gave them refuge. Quietly they crept through the snow, gray pelts covering their bodies. They made their way to a cabin close to the cliffs and surrounded it, waiting for the signal.

Nicholas was restless, still frustrated from his conversation from earlier with Nils. The Wolves would only grow more bold, and more dangerous. There was little in the way of a police force in Giant's Gift, there was usually little need. The few that lived there took it upon themselves to police themselves. Yet there were times when they lacked the means to handle it, such as this. In the past they had simply waited it out, as was their way. They learned their defense from the winter and while it was imperfect, it had done its job for decades. But Nicholas was not there in the past, and he was stronger than any of them knew.

His special bloodline had revealed itself when he was younger. He and his father had been cornered by a thamur bear, fierce and large, and as the bear moved to strike, Nicholas lashed out with an icy fury that chased the bear away. His father understood what it meant, and took it upon himself to train him in secret. It was a gift that could be either controlled, or it would become controlling. Yet his father taught him to hide it at all costs, for when the light was shone on it, it brought pain and misery to those who held it. There were those in the world that sought to tame Nicholas's power and wield it for themselves. If his secrets were revealed, even in the far reaches of the north, they would come looking. His silent thoughts were interrupted by a faint howl coming from somewhere up above the cliffs. It was a well constructed mimicry, but trained ears knew the difference between man and beast.

The howl was followed by the sound of shattering glass and then a scream coming from Nils' tavern across the way. Wolves!

Nicholas threw on his red coat and boots and raced to confront them. The cabin door was already broken when he arrived. Inside the Wolves had made a mess of things. Tables were flipped over and a chair sat in a splintered pile. One of them stood with a spear pointed at Britt Larsen and her daughter, holding them in the corner of the room. Nicholas stood just inside the tavern, his red coat hung loosely off his shoulders over an off-white heavy sleeping shirt. He glanced around the room, four by his count. The one in the corner, one straight ahead, and two to his right.

One came from the right first, charging with a short knife held high. The knife came slashing down and Nicholas stepped back, dodging the blow. The wolf was quick, as quickly as the first slash ended another began, the knife lunging up at Nicholas's neck. He leaned back and knife barely missed its mark, leaving a faint red line under Nicholas's chin. In the same motion Nicholas lifted his right foot and pressed it forward, driving his heel into the attacker's sternum sending him tumbling over a bench.

The other two came next, the closest was barehanded, the second held a hatchet. Nicholas charged the barehanded man, aiming to dispatch him before the armed wolf closed in. He caught a weak right punch with his left hand and drove his right fist fiercely into the nose of the wolf. A stream of blood poured from the broken nose as the bandit crumpled to the floor. Suddenly Nicholas had his arms grabbed from behind; the first attacker had recovered, but his knife had gone missing. Nicholas jerked his head back crashing the back of his skull into the mouth of the man, knocking a tooth or two loose and breaking his hold. He reached back and grabbed the wolf's arm, then using his shoulder as the fulcrum he tossed the man overhead and sent him hurtling into the charging wolf, knocking them both to the ground.

On reflex alone Nicholas ducked to allow a sudden spear thrust to pass overhead. The Larsens used the opportunity to scramble for the door, escaping into the night. Nicholas dodge two more spear thrusts before catching a third between his right arm and body. He brought his left hand down on the middle of the spear and snapped it in two. Now armed with the spearheaded half, Nicholas went on the attack. He swiped at the wolf with the half-spear drawing blood with two strikes before twisting and lashing out with a powerful kick to the gut that sent the wolf crashing into the corner where his captives had been held.

The four wolves were strewn about in various levels of injury. Nicholas tossed the half-spear into a fireplace to keep it out of reach. Go back to your caves and tell your boss this village is your bounty no more! Leave! The wolves struggled to their feet and stumbled out of the tavern. Nicholas surveyed the damage, not too much. Then he heard a cough from the storeroom. He lunged to the doorway and saw Nils leaned against the wall in the back, bruised and bleeding. "Nils!"

Nicholas stepped into the storeroom to help his boss and friend, only to be blindsided by a wooden club by an assailant standing just inside the room. Nicholas fell to the floor bleeding from just above his left temple with his vision blurred. A wolf was standing above him, club raised again. This one was larger than the other two, stronger. The club came down and it was all Nicholas could do to move his head to the side and let it bounce of the floor. Frustrated, the wolf jumped on him, clasping his hands around Nicholas's neck. Nicholas fought to free himself but the he was still dazed from the blow that came moments earlier.

Nils was old, and perhaps not a warrior, but he was proud and had a strength to him. The old codger charged the wolf and drove into him with a shoulder knocking him off of Nicholas. The wolf grabbed Nils and threw him back into the wall with a thud, but the old man had done enough. Nicholas was back to his feet and ready. The wolf charged with a right which Nicholas parried with his left, then a left which Nicholas parried with his right. Nicholas drove a right foot forward, but the wolf caught it between his hands before it could connect. Using the wolf's hands as footing, Nicholas drove his left foot up, going into a back flip, and catching the wolf underneath the jaw. Nicholas landed on a knee as the wolf stumbled back.

Enough games! Nicholas clapped his hands together and suddenly the air in the tavern chilled. Ice grew from the floor beneath the wolf and engulfed him, reaching up to his chest before halting to leave his head exposed. The wolf struggled but it was no use, Nicholas's ice was too strong.

"Nicholas...ye saved me, but at what cost..." Nils pushed himself to his feet and waddled over to the ice-encased wolf. "Not so tough now are ye?" An unseen shadow disappeared from the tavern window, its eyes having seen something strange.

Nicholas looks Nils over. "No cost is too great, friend. Go, rest. I'll finish up here." Nils nodded and headed for the back, he was too weak to argue, but he worried what Nicholas meant.

Once alone Nicholas pulled a chair over to the prisoner and sat in front of him. "You Wolves have crossed the line...a line that will never be crossed again. I'll make sure of that. That ice is cold, isn't it? Do you feel the chill yet? You will...." Nicholas stood, bringing himself face to face with the wolf. "You will show me where your caves are, or you'll freeze right here, right now."

The wolf cackled, "Kakaka! Dat so? Ya ain't scare'n me. Ya from dis soft town, soft man. Us wolves is hard, ain't scared of ya."

Nicholas didn't say anything, instead he just brought his hands together. From the top of the icy block and small spear started to take shape, slowly it inched upwards towards the man's forehead. The mockery in his eyes faded, replaced by fear. The needle of ice poked him between the eyes and blood dripped down.

"STOP! STOP! Okay, I know, I know the way!" The wolf was breathing heavy, the cold was working its way through his bones and the needle pricked at his brow.

The icy prison shattered and the wolf fell to his knees, shivering. Nicholas put a hand on his should and bent down. "Good, show me." Nicholas pulled the bandit to his feet and pushed him towards the door, the pair fading into the winter night.




Leaving Landmark

Techniques Used:

(Hyouton: Hyōrō no Jutsu) Ice Release: Ice Prison Technique
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Rank: C
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 15
Damage: 30
Description: The user will rise up what seems like a jagged pillar of ice from the ground, encasing their opponent and freezing them in place. The user can also use this on themselves, encasing themselves in ice to defend them from jutsu. Being an ice user, however, the user will still be able to move their arms and legs fluently while in the ice.
 
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As Nana exited her Korikage mansion from inside the cliffside, she looked outwards towards the village she would protect. The sun was shining down as on the horizon she could see a blizzard swirling around the village walls, the protection still active. It was time to get down to work.

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Summary: After being freed from his prison, the Ice Giant went on a rampage killing several of the Wolves. Nicholas faced off with the beast but was quickly overpowered. When it appeared that his end was near, the beast had its memories triggered by Nicholas's scent and set off for Thamur's Gift. Knowing that the beast sought only destruction, Nicholas and the remaining Wolves set off for the village, hoping to stop the beast before all was lost.




The group moved as fast as they could, but injuries slowed them down. Nicholas himself was at half-speed, with what he estimated to be three or four broken ribs and a minor concussion. They followed the prints of the beast down the snowy slope towards the Gift. It appeared that Thamur was moving as a modest pace, his strides were long but suggested a brisk walk rather than run. The sun had begun to set turning the slopes various shades of orange and purple. It seemed like hours earlier when Nicholas was racing up the mountain in pursuit of the Wolves, and now he descended with them at his side.

Urk grunted and motioned ahead. "We near. Village smoking." A wisp of smoke rose up in the distance, Thamur had reached the gift. There was no longer any time to nurse wounds, Nicholas pushed onward picking up speed.

The group came to the lip of the cliff that gave the Gift its shelter. The sun had set and darkness spread far and wide. The lone light came from the Gift, but it was not a welcome site. Flames consumed a half-dozen or so cabins illumination the small village with an orange glow. In the center was a tall shadow, lurking and searching. "There the beast is! We've made it...hold on Nils." Nicholas gathered the Wolves around. "We can't face the beast head on...listen closely..."

Thamur clasped his massive hand on the roof of a building and in one swift motion peeled it free. He peered inside the cabin looking for life, but it was empty. "Grrr. I smell you, humans! I smell her!"

"THAMUR!" Nicholas stood in the center of the village shouting to the beast. Thamur whipped around and narrowed his eyes on Nicholas. "Enough, Thamur!"

"Grahah! You seek death? Let me help you find it." The beast lumbered towards Nicholas who took off running in the opposite direction. Nicholas weaved between the buildings and threw kunai back towards Thamur, though they were ineffective.

The beast was impossible to shake and the distance between the two was closing. Nicholas reached the cliff that watched over the village and began to climb, but Thamur was too quick. His hand came fiercely and his palm trapped Nicholas against the cliff face. "Pathetic! You come all this way, for this?" It was then than 'Nicholas' gave way to a cloud of smoke. A barrage of tagged weapons rained down on Thamur from behind and above. He let of out a fierce roar, and stepped back towards the village, but a loud explosion drew his attention back to the cliff.

Some halfway up the cliff an explosion set off a string of subsequent ones, racing outward in a horizontal line across the rock. An avalanche of stones tore free from the cliff and rained down upon Thamur. The beast put up his hands to shield himself but he quickly disappeared beneath the rock and ice. Nicholas clapped his hands together and triggered the tags from the weapons that were thrown. A sudden glow emanated outward from between the rocks. The stone pushed outward briefly before falling back in on themselves. There was silence as smoke billowed out of the rocky mound.

Nicholas breathed heavily and stood with the support of Urk. The Wolves and villagers alike streamed out of their hiding to gather around. "Beast is dead! Rabbit we win!"

"Yes...it would appear so..." Nicholas slipped his arm off of Urk and looked around the crowd at the frightened faces. Among them he spotted Nils and made his way over to him. "Nils! You're okay...thank the Gods!"

The older man's eyes lit up and he squeezed Nicholas in a bear hug. "Bahaha! You're alive, kid! What the hell is going on? What was that thing? What the hell are ya doing with the Wolves?!"

Nicholas smiled and clasped a hand on Nils's shoulder. "A long story, friend. One that needs a good cask of ale and a warm fire to get through." Nicholas winced and fell to a knee, Nils reach out to catch him. "Gah...perhaps...after I rest for a bit."

Nils helped Nicholas to his feet and began to walk him away from the ground, but the sound of tumbling stone stopped them. Nicholas turned back to see a massive hand sticking free from the top of the stone mound. Then with a massive roar the pile exploded outward, boulders raining down on the village and sending the crowd scattering for safety. Nicholas turned to Nils, "Run, Nils! Get to safety!"

Nicholas turned back to the beast and pushed forward against the stream of villagers running for cover. Their plan had failed, the beast lived. Deep gashes were carved into Thamur's body and his white fur was charred black in many spots. He breathed as heavily as Nicholas. "You're DEAD! YOU'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD!"

A brave Wolf stepped forward and threw a spear at the beast. Thamur batted it away and grabbed one of the massive stones that he had just been buried beneath. He swung his arm forward and released the stone, smashing it into the Wolf and leaving litte behind. Two more came from above, repelling down from the cliff top. They landed on the beast's back and began to strike down with an ax and hammer. Thamur roared and reached up, grabbing the two Wolves. He crushed one against the cliff and bit the other in half, spitting out half and dropping the other.

Nicholas weaved his hands together and spat out a powerful gust of wind. It struck Thamur center mass and knocked the beast back stumbling into the rock. The beast roared and lurched to his feet, bounding forward with rage towards Nicholas. Both beast and man were bloodied and in pain, but the two danced as though fresh. They weaved through the flame riddled village lashing out at one another. Nicholas did his best to avoid the powerful blows by using his agility to stay one step of ahead. His strikes were weaker, but more accurate than the beast's and he tried to whittle him down.

They came to the center of the village and tragedy struck. Nicholas tripped on a splintered log and the beast's kick caught him flush in the body. He was sent flying into another cabin where he crashed through the wooden walls. Thamur reached in after him and wrapped his hand tightly around Nicholas, pulling him back out into open. He tossed him across the ground and Nicholas came to a halt in the center of the village square. His blood left a red trail across the white snow. Thamur stalked towards him.

A spear came from the side and drove into the neck of the beast. Urk followed behind it like a madman with an ax in each hand. Thamur roared before raising a leg and driving his foot down towards the charging human. Urk rolled to the side and lashed out, carving into the beast's flesh. Nicholas struggled to get to his feet as the last blow had pushed his body to its utmost limits. His vision blurred and his left leg was broken. He limped forward but was nearly knocked over by Urk's body flying past him. "URK!" The wolf wasn't dead, but his wounds were great.

Nicholas had no time to come to his friend's aid as Thamur's hand wrapped around him once again, lifting him into the air. "Enough games!" Thamur squeezed tightly drawing a painful gasp from Nicholas. "Good, scream for me! I might not find the witch, but you smell like her...look like her. You'll have to do for my vengeance!"

The grip tightened and Nicholas felt as though his body might give way and explode at any moment. His mouth was gaped open in a silent scream until the beast suddenly dropped him to the snow. Thamur grunted and reached to the back of his head where an ax had struck. He pulled the weapon free and threw it aside. Nils stood behind it with anger and fear in his eyes. He reached to his belt and pulled out his hatchet, ready to fight the beast with all he could. But the beast simply swung down with the back of its left hand and struck Nils with tremendous force, sending the older man tumbling across the ground. Nils came to a halt and the beast strode towards him.

Nicholas scrambled to his feet but had no hopes of reaching Nils in time. Desperate, Nicholas dug deep. Ice was not a volatile element, it was cool, solid, and composed. With tempers high and fear coursing through them, the ice of the Yuki clan was brittle and dull. Nicholas knew he could not defeat the beast in that state. He closed his eyes and slowed his breath, calming his mind and body the best he could. Slowly he brought his hands together and focused his energy. The moisture in the air around Thamur chilled and a number of needles took form. They closed in on the beast and piercing into its body like the needles of a porcupine. "No more...you will leave this place." The beast grunted and turned to Nicholas.

Thamur swiped his hand across his body and brushed the ice needles away. He stepped towards Nicholas. Again, Nicholas weaved his hands together. A cluster of ice needles raced forward from the snow and shaped themselves into birds that bombarded the beast. Thamur took a step back and shielded himself from the attack. Once done he continued his march forward. "For my village...my friends..."

His hands weaved together again. Nicholas closed his eyes and pictured his family, his friends, the people he had to protect. He was filled with resolve. He pictured the beast in its icy tomb and knew what needed to be done. Thamur stood over him and raised a fist high. "DIE, WITCH!"

Nicholas placed his palms on the ground and focused all of his energy beneath the beast. Cold and dense, sturdy and resolute. Before Thamur could bring down his rather, ice reached up tightly around him in a tall, hexagonal pillar. The ice was like steel, nothing like the prison Nicholas had made in the cavern. This was filled with his will, and try as he might, Thamur could not shatter it. The sounds of battle faded and gave way to the dull winter hum. Nicholas took a deep breath of the crisp air and felt at peace before collapsing, too weak to do any more. The cold snow cooled his face, and he felt at home.




- End -
Techniques Used:

(Kage Bunshin no Jutsu) - Shadow Clone Technique
Rank: B
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short
Chakra Cost: 20 (total chakra is divided by the final number of clones plus the user)
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The Kage Bunshin distributes the ninja's chakra evenly among the clones and himself and creates a real copy with form and substance. The clones, a max number of 4, are capable of performing techniques on their own and can even bleed, but will usually disperse after hit by a strong enough force, returning 10% of its individual chakra to the user. Shadow clones can't be distinguished from the original with Sharingan, Byakugan, Rinnegan or normal Chakra Sensing. The clone itself can also utilize any jutsu the original ninja knows. When the clone finally disperses, any new knowledge it has gained is passed back to the original ninja and any additional clones.

(Hyouton: Tsubame Fubuki) Ice Release: Swallow Snow Storm
Type: Offensive
Rank: C
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 15
Damage: 30
Description: The user will shoot out a cluster of needles, shaped like swallows, which will fly out toward their target with great speed. The swallows are unable to be dodged as they can change direction in mid-air, redirecting themselves to hit their target. This jutsu is also highly resistant to fire attacks, unable to be destroyed by fire jutsu unless it is higher than C ranked.

(Hyouton: Sensatsu Suishou) Ice Release: 1000 Needles of Death
Type: Offensive
Rank: C
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 15
Damage: 30
Description: The user will make needles surround the opponent from all sides. Directly above them, though, there is an opening. The user can jump away at the last second before the needles converge on their opponent, or they can simply perform the jutsu from a safe distance.

(Kyousei Hyouton no Jutsu) Greater Ice Technique
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 30
Damage: 60
Description: Similar to the original, weaker technique, the Greater Ice technique allows the user to, by making a simple hand seal (Ram) produce walls, pillars, etc of snow or ice. The ice constructs are rather simple in nature but resilient and strong, with the user being able to materialize them anywhere short range (though from that point they can grow up to long range) from him from the moisture in the air. He can, however, use any proportional water source within short-long range of him to produce said constructs. These can also be directed and propelled as projectiles towards targets. In both cases, the size and possible uses are limited only by the users will, chakra and skill. It also allows the user to cool down existing moisture in the high atmosphere to bring down a snow storm, similar to the original technique yet stronger and faster acting. This snow storm will not directly harm anyone but is useful to cover the field in snow rather quickly (2 turns) and to hinder visibility, sense of touch and hearing on anyone caught inside. The user is not immune to these effects though and must spend 15 chakra points per turn to sustain the blizzard, while becoming unable to mold other elements than Water, Wind or Ice.
 
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