Increasing the Arsenal (CLOSED TRAINING)

Faust cracked his neck as he stared through the chain link fence and into the dense forest with in the boundaries. This place was perfect for what he was about to do. It was full of animals and dangerous creatures which if a few were to die, no one would real mind or care. Hell they probably wouldn’t even known, not like it would even matter if they did. Today he would be training the idea and design he had created for two new seals which would become famous as his own creations. They were both fairly simple in their application, but, they were both highly dangerous. By his calculations, the one was an A rank and the other was an S rank. This would make them highly useful in his arsenal, of course to be used only sparingly.

There was nothing left to wait for. He took a quick leap and found himself on top of the fence. Of course he had actually used the side of the see through wall a few times, but he had been swift enough to make it seem like one motion. He had his game face on today, and his mind was dead center on the task at hand. He was operating now as though he were on a mission. That was the best way to ensure that he had in fact created these correctly. Of course he had spent about a month figuring out each of the two in his home on scrolls through various diagrams, rules of jutsu, and math. This however, was the only true test. There was no guarantee; of course he had yet to have a single one of his seals fail. Never had they not turned out in practice as they had on paper.

He thought of his first target. The jutsu in question would require him to find an opponent who had a decent stamina. The difference between the maximum and an empty tank would have to be considerable and noticeable. Faust would then wear that creature down to near empty. Then he would place the seal on it to see what effect it had. If all went well, then the creature would be granted new life, and be able to efficiently act as though it had not just been utterly defeated. Of course he would then be forced to kill it, but that was of no consequence. He had the perfect target in mind, and no one would mind it being gone from the world. No one cared for the giant serpents which slithered through the depths of this dangerous training ground.

Faust began to focus, using his training in the ANBU to recall how he would find such an animal. Snakes often left marks in the ground from their bodies which hugged the earth to pull them forward. This would create ruts where they had passed and possibly flattened grass and other small plant life in the shape of a long line that would probably curve. Due to the size of the beasts in the forest, these two signs would probably not be to terribly hard to find. He immediately began to make his way deeper into the forest, searching for the signs of his prey. He was very good at tracking, so it should prove no challenge. The hardest part would be finding the signs, or more so, a location where the signs would be. They would be about a km and a half in, at least that was an average calculation. He could just as encounter one before that.

It only took him about 2 minutes to get in far enough of the forest to begin finding the signs. He found a patch of flattened grass with a few cuts in the flesh of the Earth with great ease. This was one of the things he did best. The path clearly led to the right. Faust had thus far been leaping from limb to limb among the trees, but now he took to the ground and began following it like a hiker on a trekking trail. Of course he moved a bit quicker then the average sight seer would, but it was a similar image.

The snake would be pausing to inspect areas and rest periodically. This made Faust’s end a lot easier because he could continue going with out worry. His only concern was finding the snake. However, his destination was still a moving one, so this time it took him longer to reach it. In the end, he had spent about an hour or so chasing after the thing at a paced speed before finally happening upon it.

Faust hid behind a tree with his back against the trunk. He was up in the canopy, about eight feet above the snake. If he jumped out and straight down, he would be on the things head. Faust looked around a bit more. He saw no other signs of other snakes or anything else for that matter that posed any sort of threat. He wanted this to be smoother; there was no need to deal with more of the fiends then necessary.

He had to decide the best way to go about this. He did not know much about animals oddly enough. And he had to defeat this thing with out causing to much actual damage. Then again, the more wore down the faster the better. If the seal would work on a heavily wounded target as well, then that was all the better. In the end he would take the target down by any means possible with out landing a lethal blow. This would be a go as he went operation, no plan, just instinct and impulse. Against this kind of enemy, that was an alright method. It was not something he would often, if ever, use against another shinobi.

In a spinning motion of flesh, he was in only his tunic pants and so was completely bare in the chest. His hair whipped with is body, creating a blurring effect. He sailed down towards the creatures head. He had not taken care to remain silent. The vibrations he gave off, coupled with the fact that his scent was now clear to it, the Snake’s neck turned at the base of the head and shot up at Faust at a unexpectedly rapid pace.