Skillset Application 2 - Menma

-Byond Key: A New World

-IGN: Menma

-Discord Name: antiSOCIAL

-What unique/s do you want: Dragon Fist/Super Mass Splitclone/Expand 3x

-Why do you need this unique to improve RP: Cell is planning to annihilate the planet. Needing techniques that will better increase his chances long with the Z-fighters for victory, Menma practices enhancing skills he's already well accustomed to.

-Do you have any outside activities such as school/work that stops you from being on during times of the day: No

-Now I would like you to write me a roleplay involving this rank:
calmed his nerves, the pertinence of this technique was everything and he felt the weight of the world's fate hammering upon him. He closed his eyes, calculating the amount of mana and ki it would take in order to further develop the Rasengan into a potent weapon of mass destruction.  Having utilized the technique myriad times in combat, Menma believed himself capable now of further amplification- this was due to his mastery of the requirements. However, what he had difficulties fathoming as just how to take the technique to another level. Multiplying the inert power within the sphere would only overwhelm the shell, and an alteration of the rotation would cause disruption in form... So what could he possibly do?

Mulling it over, racking his brain, Menma seethed atop the mountain tops until finally contriving a solution. Size. Increasing the overall size would inherently duplicate the same technique on a much more destructive scale. It was ingenious. He was quick to work, formulating his ki into the sphere and ramming his fist into the mountain side. Shrapnel, shards of rock and chipped debris ricocheted off the victimized cliff side. This process was repeated over and over again, each succeeding attempt was marginal progress overall but progress nonetheless. Over exertion wasn't an issue for the young man, his massive reserves of energy left him capable of performing technique in succession without rest, however repetition without proper reflection would yield nothing.

Breaths of fog filled the air, the higher elevation was great for increasing his endurance and lung strength. "Alright-- I'm making slightly larger version, but in order to actually complete this I'll need to visualize what I'm creating, multiply the size and then embed it with the same energy. A heavy inhale and a deep exhale. With left hand raised to the sky, Menma poured his energy into his palm. It began as a small cerulean glow, but the sphere continued to increase in size, what initially began as an orb matching the size of his palm began to grow in size, the circumference now several times the size of his palm continued to grow. "Yes, I've g!" In an eruption of ki, the energy pooled inside ruptured outward and leaked, throwing Menma back into the gravel and dirt accumulated by his training.

On his back, he groaned, realizing that he'd forgot to harden and duplicate the shell for reinforcement. It was down to another shot. Several hundred attempts resulted in what Menma called the Oodama Rasengan, a massive ball of ki which when erupted on impact decimated a large surface area. Success, that in itself was worth-- to most a moment of reprieve, but with such a despicable fate perched atop the horizon, Menma was incapable of lessening his drive.

"Alright.... here we go." There were to techniques in which Menma now wished to further improve. One was a skill he was experienced in, the other though knew proved fairly simple to coordinate. Mastery came first. "Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu!" What he intended to do was to replicate the weaker clones he utilized in combat to create more solidified, powerful versions. He found these weaker incarnations had difficulty handling stronger opponents, that faulty aspect made them useless in combat considering most he fought were leagues more powerful than him. He began fighting, creating numerous clones to combat himself against, each version stronger than the last. Menma realized that by just separating the necessary amounts from his current reserves to create clones, instead of dividing from the singular clone he created, he could replicate his technique. They were becoming more diligent, quicker, vicious. What was initially a one-sided affair of the original Menma pummeling his clones was now an overwhelming group of adversaries. With defeat on the verge or reality, he dispersed them, content with his results.

His final venture was to increase the mastery over his muscle expansion technique. In concept it was truly as simple as imbuing his muscles with a greater reservoir of natural energy and solidifying them. The practice was honing his muscular endurance and elasticity to actually compressed and retain the shape of his form as to prevent a heavy loss in speed. He practiced doing so with active, anaerobic exercise. Sharp movements, starting and stopping, rapid repetition. His punches grew more fervent with each strike, the ground beneath him crumpled beneath forceful stomps and the shock wave pattern he was able to create mimicking a ranged punch proved sufficient enough to deal damage at several yards.

His training continued for multiple hours on end, the mastery of his own techniques so that he may flourish in battle. The only thing that was left after this was to find out what this Cell creature actually was. Nothing was omnipotent, everything had a weakness, he would find it one way or another.