[As the shadows begin to converge, the mangekyo sharingan activates. He may not need it, in the end. This might be something he can already do. He'll have to see.
The rinnegan's power expands within him, and even in the darkness and deathly chill, he can make out the limits of the space and the radiating power outlining Nico's body, something like chakra.
It still feels forbidden. It feels like kinjutsu. It isn't a normal teleportation or traversal. It's something with a heavier mortality.
The moving stillness doesn't sicken him; it's very familiar, like shifting through his dimensional portals. The rinnegan stabilizes him, and the sharingan eats up the formation and its energy. Remembers it. Brands it into his mind, into the core of him.
On the other side, he squints against the light, breath fogging the air until the temperature readjusts. There's a dusting of a black-cold sort of ice on his shoulders, his hair, but he doesn't appear to be bothered even with the cold digging into his bones.
His hand doesn't leave; the grip gets a little tighter even by way of keeping Nico upright.]
Have you done this since you've been here? It requires too much [He doesn't know what anyone else would call it. "Energy"?] chakra. It wouldn't be wise to use it here very often. [Which is the dad in him talking.]
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The rinnegan's power expands within him, and even in the darkness and deathly chill, he can make out the limits of the space and the radiating power outlining Nico's body, something like chakra.
It still feels forbidden. It feels like kinjutsu. It isn't a normal teleportation or traversal. It's something with a heavier mortality.
The moving stillness doesn't sicken him; it's very familiar, like shifting through his dimensional portals. The rinnegan stabilizes him, and the sharingan eats up the formation and its energy. Remembers it. Brands it into his mind, into the core of him.
On the other side, he squints against the light, breath fogging the air until the temperature readjusts. There's a dusting of a black-cold sort of ice on his shoulders, his hair, but he doesn't appear to be bothered even with the cold digging into his bones.
His hand doesn't leave; the grip gets a little tighter even by way of keeping Nico upright.]
Have you done this since you've been here? It requires too much [He doesn't know what anyone else would call it. "Energy"?] chakra. It wouldn't be wise to use it here very often. [Which is the dad in him talking.]
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