When Rose completed this, he wondered if he could get assistance with it. Mostly, to those that would truly help him with his puppet. The only epicenter for activity would be the training grounds as of now. And with that, Rose would head back to the training grounds.
Aobi made his way across the bridge to the marketplace once more. His job was clear, to repair any damage within the populated areas of the village. However he knew being in to much of a hurry on the bridge itself was a dangerous proposition. Breathing deeply he looked over each side of the bridge as it bobbed to and fro, the water churning rapidly beneath his feet. Reaching the other side he looked as their were once more three paths. "Moku Bunshin." He said once more as three clones were dispersed in front of him. "You two spread out and you head to the gate and see what you can do to repair it." He barked out his orders as he quickly went down the center path.
The first place he saw was a little memorabilia shop which only had a small counter broken. Smiling to the shop owner he used his mokuton to make the man a new counter. The man tried to chat but aobi knew time was of the essence. The village had to rebuild it's strength and there was no time to waste. Running by a few more shops which had managed to survive the destructive nature of the jutsu he found a miniature paint shop which had been pretty much decimated. Mokuton: Shichuuka no Jutsu. He weaved the hand signs with lightning accuracy as the place was reformed from the mokuton. Holding the hand signs he focused on making sure the place was returned to its original state.
Clone 1: As he ran along he looked for places which needed to be rebuilt. Passing by the shop he had visited once before he nodded to the women who was still in shock from the attack. "Damn them...I hate whoever ruined my paintings and my shop!" She cursed as he found himself standing staring at the young lady. Using mokuton the clone watched as the shop repaired itself with mokuton. "Sorry about the paintings not much I can do about them." He said as the shop finished it's repairs. Without giving her time to express her gratitude he was gone running down the row and fixing things where he could.
Clone 2: The clone began running along the path to the left which was the furthest away from the jutsu which had been cast. Outside of a few minor repairs their wasn't much for him to do. Well...This is a good sign. He thought to himself as he began to run along the shoreline of the marketplace. He had almost made an entire circle around the left side of the marketplace when he met aobi in it's center. "Everything needing repairs have been tended to." The clone reported as the second clone appeared from the right side of the marketplace. "My mission has been completed as well." Aobi nodded to both of his clones as he dispersed them.
Time to move on...His thought mirrored his feet as he raced back towards the bridge. As he reached the crickety old surface he slowed his pace swaying ever so gently as the bridge swayed to and fro. There is still so much to take care of. He sighed at the thought before reaching the other side of the bridge. Once more he found himself rushing off to other parts of the village wondering how his other clone was fairing at the village gates.
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The wood of the bridge creaked underfoot as Turpis stepped tenderly upon each plank. For a male of his lithe stature he was unnaturally heavy. Each step ran the risk of dropping the male into the briny depths, a fate that the Mizukage did not find pleasing. It was bad enough that the sea foam along with the heavy mist that permeated the village left his bandages in a constant state of saturation. As a genin that had been a constant problem he had faced. Not only did it dull his movements, but it left him with a distinct odor that only provided more fuel for the children to tease him. As he grew accustomed to his special circumstances he wised up to some tricks that made living in bandages a little more bearable. Less absorbent fabrics were a blessing, and as long as he washed the bandages as often as he washed himself he would find that the smell was greatly lessened.
The first order of business was to buy some supplies. Turpis had spent sufficient time in the training grounds to see that they were overly crowded, which left the Mizukage with the dilemma of where he was going to take the male for his tutelage. Turpis made the mental equivalent of a shrug as he stepped onto dry land once more. They had arrived at the Marketplace, once more filled with the drone of conversation as villagers milled about. Turpis turned to his young ward and spoke, causing the wrappings to shift up and down with the outtake of words. "You are in charge of purchasing food for training. Some camping equipment will be necessary as well. We shall meet back right here." The location was not hard to remember considering that they stood at the bridge entrance.
Tomiji followed the Mizukage and listened carefully to all of his instructions down to the letter. It would be his task to buy supplies and food for some kind of training exercise that they were going to be going on. Tomiji walked off, vanishing in the crowd of people that now packed the midday marketplace. It was a simple list of things to gather but the difficulty came in navigating the maze of people to get to the things he needed.
Eventually he had gathered the things he needed and started wandering his way back to the Mizukage. It seemed good he had finished so early too as the crowds were growing even thicker is seemed. He walked onto the bridge and reported his progress to the Mizukage.
The moment that Tomiji had left to assumedly fulfill the task placed before him, Turpis made his way through the sea of commoners. He had come to make some acquisitions of his own, as he felt vastly under equipped for the task he had chosen to undertake. As that was the case, in his perception, he had created a mental checklist on what he was going to need to purchase while they were in the area. There were backpacks to contain the supplies they purchased while in the area, and scrolls that would contain the brunt of the techniques that he would impart upon the male. As neither of those items had been crossed off of the list of necessity Turpis had to personally deal with the matter. Luckily his odd appearance was a matter of superstition for the villagers. They made a point of avoiding his path as if he had the plague. It was kind of a shame considering that he was a pretty nice guy.
He found his way to a local outfitters, ducking his head to pass through the low hanging entrance. His eyes quickly scanned the room as he searched for the portable containers. They brightened ever so slightly when he caught sight of a pair of rather large knapsacks. Grey brown in hue, the duo would fit the Mizukage's needs perfectly. He grasped the two and threw s few ryo the shopkeep's way before departing. Once more he threw himself unto the sea of people and returned to the meeting spot, shortly after Tomiji. He tossed a bag his way and began the walk back across the bridge. "Our next stop is the library. Lesson number one, Knowledge is Power."
Tomiji caught the sack in his hand and marveled at just how plain it was. No obvious marking of any kind and simplistic in design, yet it seemed simple enough to put the supplies he had bought inside of it. He began carefully placing all the goods into the pack and slung it up onto his shoulders. It was almost weightless to him, but the shoulder straps could have been a little more padded in his personal opinion, but then again, he realized the idea wasn't be comfortable when training. He set off at a slow pace, following the Mizukage off to the Library and what he expected to be another series of stops along the way to wherever they were going to end up when all was said and done.
Once more the pair were set to cross the old wooden bridge that spanned the waters between islands. Like before Turpis displayed a light step as he walked, clearly cautious of the durability of the planks. To help ease his mind, he decided to speak. "That style you used earlier, with the redirection. Where did you learn that?" Having been brought up in the Mist Turpis had only been schooled in the styles native to the area. As that was the case he found himself intrigued with the style that had been displayed by the Genin during their mock fight.
With the bridge crossed Turpis led the way to the library. As he made his way into the musty smelling building he walked over to the counter. The shopkeep, a short elderly man, looked back up at him. This little man had a stern look about him and seemed to be unphased by the much larger man's odd appearance. He made it clear that he was not going to speak first, and as such Turpis did. I need your taijutsu research material. You have any of that in circulation?" The elderly man thought for a moment before disappearing behind the curtains.
"The fighting style I used was native to the Village Hidden in the Rain. It is known as the Mirror Image Style." It was a style that Tomiji held near and dear. By fooling his opponents and masking his true movements, such a style allowed him to get in close to land powerful and direct blows to their bodies. Following closely behind Turpis, he entered the musty old bookstore and waited for the Mizukage and the old man to conclude their business. He turned for a moment and wandered down the endless aisles of the store looking for anything interesting but found only musty old tomes and scrolls on ninjutsu or other worthless styles. In this day and age it seemed that Taijutsu was slowly becoming a lost art.
"Mirror Image Style huh? It was certainly an interesting style, how proficient are you with it?" Turpis put extra emphasis on the title of the style as he spoke to the genin. This was a none to subtle hint for the librarian to include scrolls pertaining to the style in his search. Turpis was going to have to learn the basics of it at the least if he was going to properly teach the boy. It was a matter of relativism. Instead of trying to understand him and his style from his position as Mizukage, he was going to place himself in the boy's shoes and work his way up.
After a few minutes the librarian returned with a bundle of scrolls in his arms. These were gently placed upon the shelf before the Mizukage. Turpis in turn placed all of them into his knapsack. He latched the leather straps on his bag and slung it over his shoulders. "Let's go." Turpis turned and exited the building, pushing aside the leather flaps that served as a door. [Exit]
Tomiji hefted his pack up onto his shoulders and followed the Mizukage out of the old store, stopping to thank the old man before continuing on his way. For as much as he respected power, some people earned his respect by virtue of being old.
After passing the bridge back towards his home, Rose returned to the "Performance House" at Hajime Island. There was something that he would need to do. One was to alter his puppet to be more efficient to the fighting style that he learned, and the other was to create his next puppet in line to assist him in weaponry: Diable de i'incube. Rose would climb the stairs to his room where he would then see his new puppet parts. "Guess it's time to get started." Rose thought to himself, locking the door behind him and starting to sort out the loose puppet piece to soon be constructed.
The first puppet that Rose would start to work on would be his "Mist Solider". Forming a single seal the sound of a puppet summon would be heard along with the soft plume of smoke to lightly fill his view with his puppet appearing in front of him. He would place the puppet, or rather have it place itself upon the "operation" table, where he would disconnect his chakra strings. From there, Rose would take a torch light, a metal sander, and metal tubing. Placing the gathered materials to the side, Rose would draw from his bilding materials the necessary equipment to build two mini turbines to be just under the radius of a baseball.
He'd get a small modified generator, blades that he would cut in a stacked manner where he would then slide a leather belt within it to act as a continuous power source, and the chassis that would protect it from taking damage. He'd then grab a couple of electronic wires be attached to the generator, which the other side would then be attached to the fan; though was careful to make sure he attached it just right so that the wires wouldn't get caught up in the fans. When it was secured, Rose would release an assortment of chakra strings from the generator to crank it up. The fan lessened the amount of output that was required and as he focused more chakra into the generator and turbine he'd test just how much his contraption could take. Admittedly, it was not that much given how small the device was, but Rose only needed it to be able to procure enough wind that it could be stored. For that was when he took a bowled out ABS pipe and slide it over the fan and wielded the two pieces together. He would then make a simple "trap door" to let the captured air that would build in the bowled out area, but made the "door" resemble like that of blinds; that way, the built up power will be as strong as possible.
Rose would copy the same act to build the other generator as he'd make two baseball-sized holes in the bottom of his "Solider" puppet. The two devices that he created, would then be welded on the interior of the puppet's shins, angle them to have direct outlet to the hole at the feet of the puppet as he sat back and smile, "Magnifique!" The prettied male piped, creating a seal to seal the puppet once again.
Now it was time to work on his second puppet. The "Devil puppet". One of, most arguably, harder puppets for him to deal with. Sighing some, Rose would grab one of his basic schematic puppets; or rather the kind that just a regular, average, non-gendered human figure. Rose would then alternate the body to be a solid eight-feet six inches tall. He'd make sure the foundation of the puppet could handle that size by alternating the puppet's plastics to a mixture of that and metal; the same material he used to make his Taijutsu prone puppet.
When the puppet gained it's foundation, Rose would then move on the deepest mechanics of his puppet; the multiplicity of arms that he would have. Cutting off the stock puppet arm, sealing off the hole with a matching metal square where he would then wield and sand everything down until it was all uniform. Rose would replicate this for the other side, where he'd make four incisions to the upper and middle-lower portion of the torso where the new arms would go.
From there, the elemental prone arms would be installed, his unique puppet head was placed on, and weapons equipped to the puppet. After sanding to make it polished, and panting his puppet, Rose would clasp his prettied hands together and seal the puppet officially to his inventory.
Rose wanted to, truly, learn a style that would match the puppet he just created but he knew there was quite literally no way for him to do so given the time frame of the Jounin exam has begins; if it hasn't begun already. Gathering his scrolls, projectiles, and the like, Rose would depart to the island that exams are being held at.
Upon returning to his home on Hajime Island and the quite prosperous performance house, Rose thankfully had time to calm down after all of the drama that occurred at the gates. Still itching to have ripped into that fool and turn him into a lovely puppet to be coveted; but everything in due time. He'll have his human puppet sooner or later. But Rose's designer boots didn't even take a full step into the door of the performance house did he get ambushed at the door by one of the workers. "Monsieur Rose... We have a problem. One of the customers had gotten a bit...carried away with one of our girls and did not stop as requested. When it got past the point that stop would not suffice, she cracked the man over the head with a pot. This killed the man, but that isn't the problem." One of the anxious girls said as she pointed to a restrained customer, "He is... He spotted the whole thing and if he's freed, he intends to tell the police on us." She said in a worried tone as Rose walked further into the "house". Seeing that his parents were gone briefly on vacation, Rose was now the caretaker of the girls and the business. This was quite a serious situation, but it was time to really put his ocular powers to the test with a technique that his grandmother used on her clients to rip them off of money.
"I zee.... Take le vody et put 'eet into ztorage. I zhall use 'eet later. As for le tattle tell... Leave 'im to moi. Just clean le place up." Rose said softly as the girls nodded to his order and he came to the seat of the bound man. Softly rubbing his face, "Zure zou vant to tell on us?" Rose asked sweetly, as the man grunted, wiggled in the chair and expressed his answer physically as Rose's glowing ruby eyes began to glow illuminous as chakra got directed into them, "Vrong answer..." Rose said as he began to taint him with a powerful Kirigakure-prone Genutsu "Kioku Fukikesu" or "Memory Wipe". The technique would essentially, as well as utilizing the added illusionary power gifted by his eyes, to affect his Temporal lobe with his chakra and began to erase his memory of the event. Erasing him even coming through the door and coming to the establishment that day. When he finished, the man's eyes seemed dulled and off-kilter as if "not all put together". When it they began to focus, Rose would have finished untying his bonds and would smile slyly, "Bonjour monsieur, vhat type of voman vould zou like today?" Rose asked as the now bewildered man looked about the "house", "Wh-what am doing in this place..? I-I was-, "He began where Rose would help "fill" in the blank for him, "Zou zaid zou vere about to leave town et vanted vater... I offered zou a to-go zession vith our girls vut 'eet zeems like zou vere in a 'urry." Rose said standing up as the man tried to think before slowly nodding, "Y-yea... i guess I should get going if I have to leave town. But thank you for the offer monsieur. I will attempt to visit the "house" another time." Rose gave a smile and polite bow, "Ah tres bon. Until next time monsieur." He added until the man left, in which he'd quite the charade and started to head towards his office, "I vill ve ztudying for a vit vefore I zleep. Zou come to moi up to that time 'et I vill 'elp." Rose would say as he began scaling the stairs towards his home as the workers nodded in response and began to ensure that thins get leaned.
