Jashin

Keidan was finally away and in a quiet peaceful cabin away from any possible disturbances to his prayers. He was now into a meditation pose with legs folded and him sitting in the middle of a drawn ritual circle from his blood.He cut his arm with his sword and the blood that ran down to his hand would leak down to his palm and he used that to draw it. The jashinist would then place candles in a circular pattern around himself and lighting them with matches, the swipe of the match on the matches box made a fire work popping sound. The sparks flew off the match and burnt his hand a bit but he was very pain tolerant not feeling any pain from this little burn.
This man began began humming in wierd noises sounding like a chant as the flames would swindle left to right rapidly and the windows would shut from a powerful gust that came from the left side. The door began shutting and opening with a creaking noise repeatedly and with wierd cringy rubbing sound against the floor.

The shinobi was making more chanting sounds as the bass of his voiced echoed in the room and it would seem to have an effect on the flames as they were raging now. Ferociously flickering from side to side, he was now speaking in tongues and no one hearing him would understand him but he was saying "Oh mighty lord Jashin, bless me with divine powers, take me as your vessel!" He was now begging to jashin to accept him as a vessel of his power and the blood circle began glowing crimson and he would speak again. "Oh jashin,I will bring nothing less than utter destruction and death. I Keidan will not need to beg for forgiveness tonight!"  He began shaking and he leaned his head back and it stay static there, as if he was dead.

He body now stopped shaking and he was there with no movements as if time had been frozen. The most candles lit was out and only one candle remained with a dim flame. "O'Jashin, this shall be my victim..." He blew the last flame out and it signified what shall happen to his opponent. Meaning death. His eyes glowed green and he got up stepping out of the circle stretching himself now as if he just finished an excercise. The one dim light kept illuminating the room but barely and he was now walking away applying a pink bandaid to his his wound that he used to get blood from to draw the ritual circle. Prayer number one was finished and he had many more for the rest of the day.