Katon Bure-Do [Sekitan Mojihito's Custom Jutsu]

Sekitan was particularly restless after a long day of training at the Academy. He wanted to continue practicing, but his father had insisted he do his share at the forge today. He had grudgingly complied- so instead of experimenting with focusing and shifting his chakra, he was hunched over an anvil, mindlessly pounding away at a red-hot blade.

His eyes were glazed over as he brought his hammer down on the metal over and over, his thoughts still at the Academy. He had begun to learn how to draw heat into his chakra today. It had come naturally to him, far more so than any of the other elements. There was a certain power within fire… It was like a living being. It hungered, it breathed, it consumed.

It was not just like a living thing, however- it was energy. It could be infused into an object, or be released, with the power to both destroy and to nourish. Hell, he was using it right now!

Sekitan tilted his head, focusing back on his work with new fascination. The heat, the fire, was infused into this sword he was making. It made the metal glow with its intensity, allowing him to mold the blade to his wishes. He did this every day- it was simply a matter of immersing the metal in heat and fire. He wondered…

Could fire chakra not do the same?

Making sure his father was nowhere in the smithy, he dunked the red-hot blade into the large bucket of cold water, steam hissing out as he let it cool. He ran out of the smithy, grabbing one of the finished blades from the rack. The small area in between his father’s smithy and their house was clear, and Sekitan frequently used this small, private space for practicing his jutsu.

The instructors at the Academy had told him about a Katon jutsu that gloved one’s fist in chakra, drawing in heat from the surroundings to make it burn with an intense heat, while the user was unharmed.
Sekitan’s heart beat in excitement as he held the blade up, concentrating and focusing his chakra as he ran a hand along the edge. Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he felt the blade begin to surround itself in the invisible chakra, making it gleam as if it were unnatural.
He let out a deep breath, regulating his focus as he pointed the blade forward, moving into a defensive kenjutsu stance. His brow furrowed in effort as he drew the heat from the world around him into the chakra surrounding his blade, the metal beginning to glow a dull red.

His eyes widened. It was working! Continuing to on the blade’s coating of chakra, Sekitan began going through some simple swordsmanship strikes and patterns. The glowing blade sung with a deep hum as it seared through the air. The more he used it, however, the more warped and distorted the blade became- eventually, it was ruined. Surplus swords were simply not resistant enough to heat, so he’d need one made of different material. However, that sort of alloy wasn’t cheap, and he and his father barely made ends meet.

Setting the glowing sword down in the cold bucket with another hiss of steam, Sekitan decided it would be best to practice with junk swords and weapons that wouldn’t get sold. The more he practiced, the more he could control the heat enveloping his weapon.