Ziren had an idea for training. He went to the Forest of Death for the perfect setting. He now finds this place like a second home. Always coming here to train, getting accustomed to the animals and creatures that live here.
But he wasn't here to relax, no. He was here to train. He performed the proper hand seals and releasing his chakra. Blood poured out of his previous, closed up wounds until the blood blobs were staring back at him. They then took shape and color until they looked exactly like him. They all stared at him.
"So. What I want to do is train. You three, versus me. Clones, versus the original."
He knew that this was kind of an unfair advantage that he has over them, because blood clones are only meant to suck the life out of others. Otherwise, they are just there to confuse the enemy. But since Ziren knows that he is himself, these clones will have a hard time.
On the contrary, Ziren will have to be careful not to be in the cloud of blood mist when he destroys each clone. He himself made a sword out of his own blood. He called it, Crimson. And with incredible speed, he sliced through one of the clones and was out of the blood mist range. He was now in hiding as the two other clones try to figure out where he went. Vanishing slash. It was what he used to quickly get rid of a clone. That was when, Ziren heard the blood of something coming towards him. His own blood.
He jumped out of his hiding spot and made some hand seals, this time, he went for a weak attack. Even though it was weak, the Chigokai version of pressurized mist covered the clone before exploding in more bloody mist.
While he was in the air, he heard yet another blood flow of his own. The last one. But he couldn't turn over fast enough to dodge it and the blood clone crashed into him using him as a cushion to soften its land.
Ziren could feel his blood being drained from him. But the clone was stupid enough not to actually make sure he couldn't use hand seals.
He weaved his hands once more and put one hand on to the shirt off his other self. Water style, water prison justsu. Water engulfed the clone, before turning to a blood prison. And then the clone went poof. The blood mist contained in the blood sphere.
Ziren got up and dusted himself off. He was surprised that it was actually fun and challenging. But for now, he needed to regain his chakra.
(MFT 450)
But he wasn't here to relax, no. He was here to train. He performed the proper hand seals and releasing his chakra. Blood poured out of his previous, closed up wounds until the blood blobs were staring back at him. They then took shape and color until they looked exactly like him. They all stared at him.
"So. What I want to do is train. You three, versus me. Clones, versus the original."
He knew that this was kind of an unfair advantage that he has over them, because blood clones are only meant to suck the life out of others. Otherwise, they are just there to confuse the enemy. But since Ziren knows that he is himself, these clones will have a hard time.
On the contrary, Ziren will have to be careful not to be in the cloud of blood mist when he destroys each clone. He himself made a sword out of his own blood. He called it, Crimson. And with incredible speed, he sliced through one of the clones and was out of the blood mist range. He was now in hiding as the two other clones try to figure out where he went. Vanishing slash. It was what he used to quickly get rid of a clone. That was when, Ziren heard the blood of something coming towards him. His own blood.
He jumped out of his hiding spot and made some hand seals, this time, he went for a weak attack. Even though it was weak, the Chigokai version of pressurized mist covered the clone before exploding in more bloody mist.
While he was in the air, he heard yet another blood flow of his own. The last one. But he couldn't turn over fast enough to dodge it and the blood clone crashed into him using him as a cushion to soften its land.
Ziren could feel his blood being drained from him. But the clone was stupid enough not to actually make sure he couldn't use hand seals.
He weaved his hands once more and put one hand on to the shirt off his other self. Water style, water prison justsu. Water engulfed the clone, before turning to a blood prison. And then the clone went poof. The blood mist contained in the blood sphere.
Ziren got up and dusted himself off. He was surprised that it was actually fun and challenging. But for now, he needed to regain his chakra.
(MFT 450)