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Mamichi listened to the Hyuuga for awhile getting more and more alcohol as time went on, overall it was a rather enjoyable day. The next day she felt pretty off though as the lack of being bubbly kind of made her fell weird, almost sick. She certainly felt a bit colder than she usually did when she woke up, maybe she'd drifted into a cold spot during the night, she rose up to the top of the lake and glanced around looking for breakfast. Mamichi absorbed water into herself, sucking in micro organisms and fish digesting them easily and then throwing the water back out like a sea cucumber. After she had her fill and a bit of warmth seemed to go through her she slid from the water where she slept and made her way to the school where she'd do some practice then go to her exams. She made it to the training area and rather reluctant she pulled all her slime into a rather shapely pair of legs. Mamichi hated doing that it made her feel so confined when she wasn’t spread out around the area. She had read up on Bushin and she made a perfect clone easily the same with substitution jutsu and water walking was pointless so she skipped it she didn’t need to walk on water. Then there was a jutsu she was looking forward to. Henge no Jutsu, she reached into her body and pulled out a detailed drawing of Hedoro. Little hearts were drawn all over the paper though none got too close to the treasured drawing.

266 + 1344 = 1600

Jutsu learned
Bushin No Jutsu 300
Henge No Jutsu 300
Art of Substitution 400
Tree walking 600

Iruka stared at Rotaka in disbelief." that looks nothing like me."He yelled and smacked Rotaka in the back of the head.


"Gah."he said smacking the floor." I'm sorry Iruka sensei this is a pretty tough jutsu."Rotaka said nursing the knot on his head.



"You need to hurry and learn this jutsu so I can move on to Bunshin no jutsu."He said growling ." Get up and try again ,Rotaka."he said sitting on the desk.

"We've been at this for a long time ,I've failed to perform Henge no jutsu twenty-three times."He said while weaving the handsigns for Henge no jutsu."Here goes nothing ." He said with out confidence.[n] Henge no jutsu![/N]

They asked her to come in as her trueself. She couldn't even remember her true self. She was just as blank as white snow. She could be whoever they wanted except for herself. Because she wasn't anybody couldn't they understand that. So when she walked in..she walked in with a blank face. She wore her customary suit and jacket. As she walked towards the area where nins where showing off some of the jutsus that they learned. She already had a solid command over chakra. She already been a few missions. She enjoyed the feeling of warm blood washing over her. But only when necessary. Only when the task was needed. She simply always felt that formal training was never much needed. The point of a ninja was to be hidden. Not that we could all know each other. She never wanted people to know who she was. She never wanted people to remember her..because that was her way of the shinobi. To never bee seen or remembered. She watched Iruka train Rotaka and she watched him train Shikarama. A leaf ninja and she couldn't exactly tell what he was.. but she bookmarked both of them in her head. In case she had to deal with either one of them in the future. She didn't understand the points of handseals. She grew past them..and she wondered why other people couldn't get past them. Tehy were just a mental block. Oh well. She continued on observing the other ninjas. Trying to see if any of them were special...

She only happened to raise her head. She looked at the Uuchiha and gave a simple laugh. They were known for their eyes far and wide and that to her made them invaluable. IF they saw you coming..then what was the point of being a ninja. She knew of many people that always asked her to cut the eyes out and they would pay handsomely for them. Two eyes could move her to a beach far far away from here. But she had no use for things like vacation. She didn't even know if she would like something like that. Her blank face still just watched him. She wondered if he would make a good challenge at least. Somebody to fight that would be worth while. That was what she looking for... she thought. It didn't matter. She was a simple tool. But she wanted to be so much more.

"...."

She let out a breath of air and continued to people watch the other people in the academy. TO see if hey were going to be worth the time to kill. OR if she should let them live...long enough to see if they were ripe when the time for battle came along. So far she found one that she found of interest. The other two..were never going to be ripe.. SHe should have killed them so they wouldn't have a chance of going threw what she went through. It would be a mercy killing. Not anything evil or mean.

Karaoke plopped down next to Shikarama. She didn't give him another look. She didn't have too. Everything she wanted to know about him. He would show in the next few moments. Or at least he would have to. The transformation jutsu was done. That didn't matter to her. Knowing how to change her face was her transformation and she perfected that a long time ago. She didn't even know what she looked like to begin with so her appearance was always changing. She looked towards Iruka with that blank face and no expression. She just leaned in and paid attention. Ninjas always were using clones. She never understood why. They were destroyed with one hit and most most ninjas found some way to defeat clones. However, she guessed that it was a basic genjutsu that everybody should know. She glanced and noticed that there were a lot of leaf ninjas. She was the only one of her kind from the Greeks. Odd. She noted as she wrote it down in her little notebook. She wrote down the descriptions of everybody in the room that she was with. Never knew when she would have to infiltrate a village. She always knew that the best way to do that wasn't to create a new ninja..but to recreate an existing one. Now she would have to get him to talk so that she could match his voice. She whispered so that Shikarama could hear her.

"My name is Karaoke what's yours..."

She said in a low hum. She didn't want anybody else to hear her. Not even to know that she existed. Because all she was..empty. That's all she should ever be is empty.

Age – 8; 6 Months after Murder of Family
Shinobu stared at the stump where the hand and the other half of her forearm had been. She’d not left her burnt home in months the nearby river had fish she could catch with nets that had been spared from the blaze as they were already in the river. The travelers from Hidden Katana had been kind enough to offer her a home. She had refused flat out. They insisted she refused again. It went on for awhile then they tried to drag her along. When they stopped for the night she managed to sneak off and back to the cindered remains of the house she got back in time for the sun to rise and it was a few hours before they returned to find her standing there staring at the ashes of her family. The villagers helped her to collect the ashes but Shinobu still refused to leave, and refused everything they offered her. Eventually they told her that their house was always open and that should she change her mind they’d be glad to have her. They had managed to sneak a tent past her before they departed giving her a temporary shelter at least. Shinobu was of the mind to chase after them but that meant leaving which she wasn’t fine with. It was a few days before hunger forced her to leave from her place sitting in the middle of the house, in her tent, staring at the urns they’d placed her families’ ashes in. a few fish were caught in the nets and she managed to haul them in on her own though she lacked the ability to build a fire so she ate it raw after doing her best to cut it up with a knife that had survived the fire, a remarkable amount of things had survived the fire she’d used to burn the place down. After two months of trying she finally managed to start a fire having found flint and a whetstone capable of producing sparks with ease. Her knee on the whetstone she swiftly struck with the flint cascading the bits of dead grass and leaves in a shower of red hot sparks after a few strikes the sparks took and smoke was seen being a mere foot away from where she’d set up her fire it wasn’t long before she had fires, keeping it lit was difficult though, despite the abundance of dead wood in the area her lack of a second hand made carrying the amount she needed take three times as long and as she had to go farther and farther way to get wood it started to cause a problem. Though it gave her time to think about what she needed to do and by the time month six rolled around she knew that it was time to stop being childish about this, she needed to get a hand. And she needed to kill the one who’d done this to her.

Age – 9; 8 Months after Murder of Family
Shinobu knocked on the door to the house of who she believed would be the family that had offered to take her in. As the door slid open she knew she’d found the right place, the rather surprised face of who she had assumed was the wife in the group of two kind of confirmed it. After they let her in and they got her cleaned up they asked her the entire book of questions. She answered as best she could, some didn’t really need answering as she didn’t know the answer or they didn’t really have anything to do with her experiences. Despite her rather stable amount of food Shinobu had become malnourished from eating nothing but fish and berries and being as kindly as ever they nursed her back to health once more and even were so nice as to let her keep her families’ ashes in her room. As she was slowly brought back to full strength they began to teach her about their craft despite the fact she had no way of practicing as they did lacking anything from the halfway point of her forearm down which had healed rather poorly. Shinobu had long since started wearing bandages to hide the deformity. And with their attentive care Shinobu learned the craft after she had the idea for a hand composed purely of metal. Her adoptive parents managed to make a metal glove capable of holding the tools and it was with these that her natural talent for metal work flourished.

Age – 12; 4 Years 2 months after Murder of Family
Despite the urging of her new family Shinobu was fixated on revenge for the wrongs done in her past. Her family needed to have an offering for their souls to rest in peace. Shinobu’s metalworking skill was amazing she’d gotten to the point where she was making repairs in the family shop but she still needed a real hand for her revenge, and so Shinobu started to work on her formula failing time and time again until one night staring at the ashes for her family the thought hit her. Her family was what she’d lost, her family is who she sought to avenge, and they would be there with her on the entire journey. The next week Shinobu didn’t leave the workshop, not to eat, sleep, or drink. Her family adoptive family feared for her only the constant sound of hammering told them she was still alive and well. It was on the second day that they started to hear her whispering to herself in between the strikes of the hammer. Something that worried them, but Shinobu had sealed herself inside making it impossible for them to interfere. Day four saw her creaming early in the morning creating a ceasing in the pounding but a sharp increase in their anxiety causing them to try and break into the workshop, only the continued sound of hammer on metal caused them to stop. Finally the week ended and her family breathed easily as the doors were pushed open not by one hand but two. Shinobu never told anyone just how she made the unnaturally blackened limb but it was a marvel to those who saw and often questions were asked, mostly by those who wished to have one of their own. Few times has she actually conversed with someone about producing for them one of the black limbs. Mysteriously those she spoke of the process to never want to speak of it themselves merely mumbles of ‘too heavy a price’ or something in the same vein.

Age – 13; 5 Years after Murder of Family
Shinobu stared out of the window a rather bored look plastered across her face. Her families’ murder was walking free out there and she was stuck in this ninja daycare center. It was bull; she didn’t need any of this to get her revenge, as a matter of fact any of these techniques would only serve to make her put stock in them and make her grow overconfident in her abilities; that made them useless. All she needed was a sharp blade to get her revenge against the one who ripped it all away from her. Today was the anniversary of the day her life was destroyed. Seething hatred toward the man gripped her most every second of the day, she was functioning normally as a person but as she grew older she found that her hatred had not only not subsided but only grown deeper and angrier than ever before. Luckily her metal work only flourished under the angry blows her hammer rained upon it, folding it over and over again imagining the metal were the fixation of her anger. Many times she’d broken hammers as she pounded harder and harder on the molten red hot metal of her iron and steel rarely ever making so much as a drop of the black metal that sprouted from her forearm seamlessly like it were a mere glove that could be slid off.

Looking toward the front of the classroom she noted that she was easily the oldest one here, her adoptive family having sent her here hoping the work would take her mind off of the murder of her family. Often nights would go by where she couldn’t sleep here the laughter of the one who did this to her echoing in her mind telling her he was back to get her. Shinobu stared as her teacher droned about the techniques they would be learning. She didn’t really care about them all too much, the only things she’d want to learn were the water walking jutsu as well as the tree climbing jutsu. For a swordsman the ability to get above the opponent would be invaluable. The art of substitution was handy as well but transformation and Genjutsu clones were useless and shameful to use in a fight to the death.

1500 = 1500

Hush now baby made a start..
There's a jewel in your heart..
And a star that shines for you..
Watching everything you do..
Siren

Siren picked up the papers from the enrolling office. She had just been admitted into the Ninja Academy and had finished turning in the papers she needed to turn in in order to enroll. One of the enrollment officers handed her a small slip of paper. He told her it was the room number she was to go to right a way in order to become familiar with the classroom and the Academy campus itself. She nodded and thanked the officer and walked onward. As she turned, she revealed her gruesome scar to the man and he slightly flinched. He wasn't expecting to see such massive scars on a young girl's face. Siren could instantly tell the man felt suddenly uncomfortable. She turned to him once more,smiled, and continued on.

Siren wasn't actually keen about entering the academy. Well maybe it'll be a good expirience and I can make more friends, she thought to herself, trying to keep a positive outlook. Siren wasn't that stupid, she knew what she could and couldn't do. But Siren wasn't necessarilly thinking about becoming a ninja. Siren thought the Academy, more as a camp, than an actual school. She thought she would be there for a short while and then continue her dancing. She could never see herself as a Ninja, that's praposterous.

Eventually, Siren had scurried throughout the hallways and admired the quiant little academy. Suddenly, she finally came across a room with numbers by it that matched the piece of paper she had in her hand. "This must be it..." she spoke quietly to herself. Siren slid the door open and stepped inside. There were already so many kids inside. Her aqua eyes scowerred all over the room. The room was simple, like any normal class room, but it was loud. Many kids were chatting and having their own side conversations amongst eachother. She saw a few students that seemed to stand out to Siren. There was a girl with no face, an Uchiha-like character (she couldn't actually tell if it was an Uchiha or not), and another person. Siren walked in through the class and just sat down by the window in the sun. She didn't know if she should interact with any of these kids. Siren was really out of her element so she sat down and didn't even realize who she sat next to.