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Ryuujin Morii
Konohagakure | Ninjutsu Specialist | Suiton | Genin | Chakra Control | Kujaku Clan Head (almost) |

Ryuujin was still staring at the clouds, and he had been for the past five minutes. After all, it was a rather quiet day in the Village Hidden in the Leaf and the sky was absolutely beautiful. Not for the first time, Ryuujin thought of being a bird and flying until gravity overpowered him, weakened his muscles, and made his wings too heavy to stay aloft. He had heard of bird summonings, and Ryuujin fully believed there were probably birds big enough to carry him into the sky. That would just be punishment though, to be dependent on the whim of another to accomplish his dreams. He wasn’t a people hater and he didn’t have trust issues. The reason that idea was so unpleasant to him was because, deep down, he craved freedom. Flying in the sky was just a way to express that. Being dependent on a person wasn’t bad, it just defeated the purpose.

So wrapped up was he in these thoughts, he didn’t notice the sound of visible chakra. To people who haven’t heard it, the notion that one could hear chakra for the sole reason one could see it sounded nonsensical and illogical. But it made perfect sense. It was like comparing a bottle of water to a lake, or an ocean. When the water was contained, it was still with nothing to it. Free and uncontained, it had its ebbs and flows, it moved on its own. The same was with chakra. Even condensed by the best chakra control expert, it still vibrated and moved. Ryuujin had not fought a jinchuuriki, nor seen anyone who could so easily control chakra outside their body, so that may be why he didn’t turn around, or did his mind stir from the blue infinity above him. What came next, however, was purely the skill of the shinobi and the lack of such of Ryuujin.

A blast violet chakra flew toward Ryuujin and hit him squarely in the back, sending him sprawling seven feet ahead. “Ah, and this rot is supposed t’be one of us?” The attacker loudly spit. “What a welp.” Ryuujin was hurt, but not badly. No, that blast, whatever it was, was a practice shot. A strong practice shot. “Hyouzekigatsu, come’n look at ‘im. Tell me if I nailed the wrong bugger.”

Ryuujin got up slowly, one foot at a time. He knew bullies. If you stood up too quickly, they pushed you back down again. Slowly, again, he drew out a kunai and turned around. He was surprised, to say the least. Behind him was a short, round man in a sleeveless gray flak jacket, dark gray shorts, and a gray t-shirt underneath his jacket. He was bald and had a potato-shaped, mashed up nose. He wore a black headband that adorned no marks. His scowling face was a jigsaw puzzle of scars. No ninja made it through life without scars, and ugliness (in Ryuujin’s opinion, anyway) did not warrant surprise. What so shocked him were the…feathers behind him. There were maybe eight to ten of them, all moving constantly behind him, but keeping their shape. Ryuujin could only guess that the violet plumes were made from some kind of chakra.

“Well, you’re not a completely useless pup, that’s good.” Hack-spit. “Tell me, boy, what’s yer name?”

Still slightly confused, but willing to go along with it at least in the name of peace with a stronger entity, he relaxed his grip on the kunai. “My name is Ryuujin Morii. Why did you attack me and how exactly did you attack me?”

Before the man could answer, a second appeared by his side. This man was much older, at least in his sixties. His skin was dark and his hair was gray. He sported a short beard and long mustache. His eyes had a soft glow to them, like many elderly people, that made them easy to talk to. Instead of the shinobi gear the fat one had on, he had on long white and tan robes. Ryuujin assumed that he was Hyouzekigatsu.

“I apologize for his…unconventional methods. He simply wishes to see how you reacted, and your…hum hum…skills, I guess. To be honest, he just likes to mess around. I doubt there was any real reason to it. Now, let us explain this all to you. You are the son of Jura Morii, correct?”

Ryuujin, with the arrival of the old man, put away his kunai. Now he was considering drawing it back out and lodging it in the man’s throat. His father and his father’s father had been murdered by men like the one that pushed him down earlier. He didn’t know why they sent an elderly person to collect more dues, or why they would collect it from him that young, but it was sick all the same. Still, something told him not to. “Yes, I am. How do you know him?”

“Then, passing a small, ongoing initiation test, consider yourself to be part of the Kujaku Clan. You’re welcome. Now where’d I put that stupid rock…” The younger of the two began furiously patting himself down. Hyouzekigatsu withdrew a small, glowing meteorite from the folds of his robe, no doubt what he was looking for.

“I took it from you last night, Sanna. I was half afraid you might break it by rolling over on top of it. Excuse me.” Hyouzekigatsu explained the past of the Kujaku Clan, its scattered origins and members, and how they had found out a few years ago that Jura’s father had been found to be immune to the negative effects of the star but never had the chance to take up training because he fled the Land of Bears to escape his debtors. Apparently, the man who discovered this fact lived as a nomad, and until recently had not been in contact with another Kujaku member to notify him. “Rest assured, however, that we are working on a way to fix that. A way to separate part of our Kujaku chakra from ourselves. Nothing yet, however. The meteorite will be placed in a secluded area of the training grounds, for your practice only. You, alone. I trust I do not need to re-iterate what would happen if someone else were to try training with the star. As for training…” Until Ryuujin was of appropriate strength, he would always need a mentor to help him with his star training. Luckily, now that they knew where he was, close by would always be a clan elder, which Hyouzekigatsu was, or another clan member such as Sanna, to help him. Everything explained to him, they both left, but with a promise to visit periodically to check up on him and his progress. Ryuujin was excited.

Enter from Gates of the Hidden Leaf

Naiten walked quietly through the busy streets, which were busier than they usually were, eyes darting back and forth as she searched for Zin. She saw nothing that could help her. However, where her eyes failed, her ears succeeded. The news had spread like wildfire: one Zin Naga was the new hokage. After hearing this repeated many more times, the girl stopped dead in her tracks right smack in the middle of the crowd. No one made way for her, but no one pushed her over either. Everyone just moved past her, as if she wasn't there. Standing in the street, the girl thought quietly. She truly wanted to show her savior the mysterious ruby she had received in the mission. However, did she have the right to approach him now that he was so important? Naiten thought as she clutched the ruby-like gem that was in her projectile pouch. Even through the cloth she could feel its warmth.

The quiet girl then turned and made a straight a line as possible for the towering tower that the Hokage worked in, that now the one she admired the most worked in. Even if she was considering just a bother, an annoying pest, she wanted to give the strange stone to him. Perhaps it might be a little useful to him. She already understood a little about the stone, about it's aptitude for fire and how it only seems to work in the hands of one in possession of the katon element.

Exit to Hokage Office

Enter from Konoha Library

Naiten had yet to even look at her new scrolls. However, she had spent years watching her seniors perform the very jutsus she was going to learn. If memory served her correctly, there was on thing she was going to need. In fact, she would need it in general seeing how she was a sealing specialist. Entering a basic supplies store, the girl used some of what was left of her money to buy two ink vials, a marker (much more efficient than the usual pens), and ten pieces of sealing paper.

Sealing paper (10): 1 * 10 = 10G
Plain Paper (2): 1 * 1 = 1G
Ink vial (2): 2 * 2 = 4G
Marker (1): 10 * 1 = 10G
Total: 10 + 1 + 4 + 10 = 25G

Seytan Rex
[ Puppet Master ] - [ Konohagakure ] [ Genin ] -

The young genin went to the buzzing streets of the leaf village, looking for the people on the mission notices." A red-head chick, some ******** and an old ladie with a dog, all three in the center of the street near the fountian, seems simple enough." Seytan said, closing his eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath, nearing the fountain. The first person he saw was the red head. She was around 5'5, deep red hair, nice rack, sleek, pretty hot by his standards. Next to her was her dog, a Labrador Retriever, nothing too hard to cope with. He approached her as smoothly as he could. " Excuse me miss, are you the person that needs a Shinobi to walk your dog? If so I'm the Shinobi for you." He would say, petting the dog's head, it would lick his hand.

She smiled at little at the fifteen year old and nodded. " Please be sure to take care of her okay?" She said to him, he just noded. " You're getting assistance from the best of the best, I wouldn't allow anything to happen to such a beautiful dog." He would smooth talk the girl, she smiled at that quite a bit. He grabbed the handle that the Kunochi had on the dog and turned around, leading the dog away from the area and into the forest to let the dog well walk freely.

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