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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 was shivering. She was bit nervous but mainly it was freezing in this room. Siren was glad she was sitting in the sun. Although, because she had dark hair, she was a bit concerned of getting a hot head. She then had the sudden feeling that she was being watched and she turned her head. She didn't see anyone staring at her but she could've sworn that she saw someone staring at her. But then something else caught her eyes. A boy seemed to have run out of the room. It looked like something was wrong. Out of sheer concern and curiosity, Siren stood up and walked out of the room and followed the boy. Down the hall she saw him running off to the boy's bathroom. She ran a bit after him, "H-hey! Are you?-" she called. Obviously this boy didn't hear her. Then she stopped in front of the restroom door.

Siren was in a bit of tizzy with herself. If she went into the boy's bathroom, would she get into trouble for this kind of situation. I don't think I would... he could be hurt... or maybe he really needed to use the bathroom? Than I might get into trouble... Oh! Screw it!.. she argued with herself. Siren reluctantly slightly pushed the door open and closed her eyes in case she saw something she wasn't supposed to see. When she didn't hear anything she opened her eyes and discovered the boy unconcious on the tile floor. She gasped and stepped back out in the hall. A boy was dead on the first day of school?! What kind of school is this?! She panicked and ran off back to the classroom.

This time she entered through the other door, the one closest to the teacher's desk. Siren timidly walked over to one of the instructors and whispered in his ear that a boy was dead in the bathroom. They stared at eachother and the instructor and Siren ran back out again. She showed him where the boy was and he walked inside and picked up the limp boy. He appearantly wasn't dead just unconcious. The teacher told Siren to go back to class and he would take the boy to the hospital. Siren hesitantly nodded and jogged back to class. She then re-entered the room and took her seat. She wondered if anybody else noticed? Was she supposed to tell the other teacher?

She figured that she had seen enough people do this. Using clones would be..sort of fun. They could be used as distractions. She figured there were hundreds of clones techniques. But the basics first and then she would learn the rest of them. She only raised her hand slowly. As she stood up and she slowly started to walk down to the Iruka sensie. She wasn't trying to show off but she figured that this technique is what seperated the wannabes from the real thing. She was the real thing. When she stood before the class she looked down. As she held her head back up she didn't even form a handseal. Which some of the nins might have found odd. But she was from the Greek Blood line. Handseals didn't matter for them. As she stood there and thought about the jutsu she transformed into three more faceless nins. She bowed. As he dismissed them as she started to walk back.

"Child's play.."

She muttered as when she got back to her seat. She noticed the loud Uuchiha and the girl with the scars were gone. If she had eyebrows they would be raised right now wodnering if she should worry. She sat there for a moment longer. Wondered if she should even stay for the rest of the classes. But then she remembered all the water walking, and tree climbing she saw other nins do. She figured chakra control was important. Since she always had to use it. She sighed. She was tired of this. She wanted to start her job of killing again. She was upset that her village made her do this. She was good before it..now she guessed she would become better. She sat back down next to Shikamara. This time she sat in the chair next to him. He didn't bother her. He could be her friend. She didn't know how to make friends but she figured that this was the best way to say it. She didn't turn towards him this time. She only whispered.

"I won't kill you. I promise."

As she kept paying attention to the teacher.
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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 was staring out the window, enjoying the scenery. It was a lovely day outside. But her gazing was quickly brought to an end when she heard a loud explosion sound in the front of the room. Suddenly, Clones! How on earth?! What was going on? Siren was thinking this was some kind of magic show. Then she noticed that the other clones were produced by the other students, each taking their turn to perform this jutsu. Siren was astonished.

Siren stood up and slowly walked down to the student line and eyed the process going on. She looked at the way the others' hands were positioned. Siren moved her hands to form the symbols exactly as the line moved forward. Siren was towards the end of the line. Then she looked at the instructor and recognized him. Iruka sensei and her Uncle hang out some days and walk about the village and then they would go get lunch. Sometimes.

Then Siren focused a bit, but she didn't really feel anything. She looked around and saw no clones. It wasn't her turn yet, but she didn't know how to do this... Well perhaps she would learn in time. Then it was Siren's turn. She paused. Her cheeks flushed a bit as she fiddled with her fingers. What am I doing here? she thought to herself. And then she moved aside and indicated for the next person to go. . .


"I'll pass..."

Shinobu opted not to participate in the clone jutsu; she’d stay behind after class or something like that like it usually was when they got to the more useful things like practice; molding chakra, the leaf exercise, and etcetera. Watching she noted the girl with the scars at the end of the line and decided to sketch her design next; head, spine, shoulder, arm, back, chest, waist, leg, foot. It would have been a pleasure for Shinobu to be able to armor all those places but limbs were all she could manage at her skill level, and materials for that much would be immense, as would the time needed to construct it, Shinobu didn’t think she could do that much all at once. It had taken her a week to make her own arm, but she’d done that with one arm so it took four times as long as it should have, with both hands she’d probably be able to do an entire limb in only two days. For something as extensive as half a body, there was a lot to think about; shape, durability, weight, impact sciences, whether to weaponize it or not, something that Shinobu had been thinking of recently. Weaponizing would be a last resort of sorts though, Shinobu didn’t think that she could alter the arm from its current state, didn’t know if she wanted to either. But if the others wanted to have a weapon in their arm then she couldn’t refuse them that they were contracting her to do something she was honor bound to do as they wished when it came to her job. She started drawing the girl’s limbs in more detail and then converted them over to the black metal appendages as she had done with the faceless girl’s drawing, which had turned out to look rather strong yet lithe in its’ design. Shinobu actually took one more look at that drawing before folding it neatly and then crumpling it into a smaller yet more effective ball and dropping it to the floor. Sure a touch irresponsible to be leaving designs around but her language was indecipherable without a cipher. And she was the only one who knew what the words meant and she wasn’t about to go writing down that knowledge. Anyone who picked it up would find a rather skillful drawing with some gibberish jotted down on it with the occasional number that was recognizable. That was one thing she did use numbers normally but her language told what they were for. The girl with scars was nearly up front now and Shinobu had lost her clear view of her, the rest would have to come later. Slowly she drew the lines that shaped the arm out; joints especially were a pain in the a** to make, especially if you wanted to make them independent so the arm could supersede the human limitation of joints. Rotation beyond that of a normal arm could be useful for many different things.

500+ 2000 = 2500

When Zero woke up the pain was gone. He returned to class to see his classmates practicing the clone jutsu. He took a seat and waited his tearn. After a student named Shikamaru came up it was time for Zero to show his true powers as an Uchiha. Zero walks down confident that he can ace this. Zero concentrates focusing his chakra. He then does his hand seals and POOF four clones stand side by side right next to him. He smiles and returns to his seat not at all surprised cause he knew he could make way more than just four. As he made his way to his seat he remembers seeing a faceless girl looking at him. He saw her again the same exact person. He then sits next to her and introduces himself to her hoping to make a friend.

300/300, 300/300, 118/400
Henge no Jutsu: complete
Bushin no Jutsu: complete
Art of Substitution: in progress

After getting the feeling that a person was staring a him, Zero then turned around to find a girl with a scar on her face walking outside with Iruka-sensei.
He wanted to thank her for helping him so he raced after her. Zero followed her outside to find countless logs standing upright with marks on it. Zero instantly new what they were, they were practice logs. Zero, unable to hold his excitement in, raced towards the training logs forgetting the girl who saved his life. Zero then stops and confronts five of the logs. The logs called out to Zero making him even more eager. He then pulls out 6 shurikens and place them between his fingers. He jumps and spins in mid air while releasing the shurikens. When he landed the shurikens all hit there mark. Zero cheers in excitement for he finally mastered shurikens and is one step closer from surpassing his brother, Hero Uchiha the top student of the academy his year. Then his memories come rushing back at him like a lightning strike. He remembered his purpose of coming out here. He instantly runs to go find his savior. Zero then spots her over by one of the training logs standing next to Iruka-sensei. He runs over and stops right in front of her and bowed yelling " UMMM THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME!"

300/300, 300/300, 344/400
Henge no Jutsu: complete
Bushin no Jutsu: complete
Art of Substitution: in progress

Momo’s eyes flicked open as the day began, she felt a little giddy, today was the first day in her final days of class before the final practical exams the determined if she was eligible for active duty. She had learned so many things in the last few years it was fun, learning the ways of the shinobi with her friends though the rather violent parts were uncomfortable for her. Momo was a bit of a rarity for the ninja world, being that she was one who hated forcing conflict upon others. But her dream required her to learn these things in order to pass the classes and she wasn’t going to let something as a little violence stop her from helping those in need. Momo threw back her covers to expose her petite body to the light filtering in through her window; her light sleeping clothing consisted of a shirt and her panties. She slid out of her bed stretching the weariness from her bones as she spotted herself in the mirror; she was exceedingly average for a girl her age, which was fine for her, sure a bit of oomph would be nice but she still had some years to get a nice figure, she was only eleven anyways. Looking into her wardrobe she picked out one of the many copies of the same outfit she had there were a few special outfits for holidays or parties of for when she wanted something different, but most of her clothing was the same. A rather plain white dress shirt which she framed up with a ruby red, or pink, corset that made accentuated her modest frame and armband on her left arm and bracers on both forearms which also held the distinct red, or pink, color, a skirt that was lighter and a touch more pink like her hair but more of something in between her hair and the corset in color, a pair of black leggings the left leg which had the design of a flower on it in a color of pink that seemed to be on the edge of purple, the last bits of her outfit were the shoes and beret in the same subdued pink, or ruby read, as the corset. She usually wore the pink in the cooler months of November through March and the deep beautiful ruby red the rest of the year, and she wore them proudly having been the seamstress who made them after several weeks of hard work. Stripping down she pulled out her pink set and got a fresh pair of panties for the day neatly folding the shirt she more and tossing it into her hamper along with the panties to be cleaned later that week when she did the rest of the families’ cloths. Taking one more look at herself in the mirror she spun and sat on the bed to put on the leggings, then the skirt, followed by her shirt, the corset, the arm band, the bracers, the shoes, and then finally the beret. She wasn’t quite done yet though sitting down at her table she looked into a tiny mirror and smiled at herself, she gently lifted a jewelry box in front of her and opened it up smiling down at the assorted trinkets in a tiny crystal box all their own sat a pair of diamond earrings her parent got her on her most recent birthday after she learned to activate the Sharingan. Gently lifting the crystal box from the sturdier cherry oak one she cradled the earring case in her hands gently opening it as if the mere mishandling of the box would cause it to shatter in her hands. She deftly plucked the earrings from their case and closed it softly replacing it in the wooden box and putting it in its place never the back center where it was safest, her parents let her get her ears pierced on her 11th birthday though they’d given her different earring to start out with, this was in fact the first time she’d be wearing them. She gently removed her starter earrings and placed them on the desk picking up the diamond earring and gently finding the hole and filling it with the shiny jewel that fit her rather pale, yet perfect complexion. She looked at herself in the mirror feeling so grown up to have such an expensive earring in her earlobe. She repeated the same action for the next ear and beamed at herself in the tiny mirror giggling slightly at the shine the two jewels gave off. She got a cup and peroxide to clean the starter earring before she put them with the rest of her jewelry, not wanting bacteria to contaminate the rest of the things she had in the luscious looking cherry box. Dropping the earrings into the cup she gently removed the lid to the peroxide and with a practiced hand poured just enough to submerge the earrings in the cleansing liquid. She would leave them there for the day and remove them that night after all the bacteria was killed it wouldn’t harm them over much. Going to the bathroom she turned on the water and rinsed her hands then applied soap and removed the soap rinsing once more after that to remove any excess soap. Smelling her hands she was happy to get a strong scent of cherry blossoms, her favorite time of year was the cherry blossom watching season, so beautiful the leaves of the tree pink and perfect drifting on the wind like a kiss, they were her favorite tree, she had been devastated when they had to move into the village, they had such a good number of cherry trees on their property, it was sort of ironic that her parents had elected to name her peach when they ran a cherry farm, but conflict in the area forced them to rejoin the main concentration of Uchiha back in Hidden Leaf for their own protection, as roving bandits and mercenaries and rogue shinobi seemed to be pouring into their area for some unknown reason. At first she’d been unhappy but soon she made new friends and then more after that and eventually she started at the academy when she was six years old and life was filled with those small moments she’d cherish forever, when she got a cold, her first bulls-eye with a kunai and shuriken, the time she fell into the river and everyone jumped into save her, get scolded for having worried her parents like that, learning how to swim from her mother, and learning how to take care of the house like a woman of her age should. Her parents told her that she was a young woman now that she had awakened the Sharingan and that they were proud of her. Getting the earrings was perhaps her favorite memory of all; the tiny box had her perplexed for weeks, she’d never even considered the fact they’d be getting her ears pierced, which hurt, and getting her a nice piece of jewelry. Momo could help but look at them in the bathroom mirror a rather goofy grin on her face as she giggled at them. She got her toothbrush and filled a cup with water swirling the toothbrush in it before she put it to her teeth giving them an initial brushing to get the easy stuff out and then cleansing the brush in the cup and then applying the toothpaste and giving her teeth and extra hard brushing since it was such a special day, rinsing the brush in the water once more she dumped it and refilled it using the water to get rid of any leftover toothpaste she may have missed and smiled widely at herself to admire her handiwork and bright white teeth stared back at her almost as pristine as the jewels in her earlobes. Rinsing one more time to get the taste out of her mouth she then rinsed the brush one last time and replaced it in the toothbrush holder, looking at the stand she saw that mother and father weren’t up yet. Gently walking across the house as not to wake them she entered the kitchen and pulled some coffee out of their freezer, her father claimed it kept it fresh, and started to brew them a pot of coffee for when they woke up. Opening the fridge she got out eggs and then thought for a second as she tried to decide between sausage and bacon, finally picking sausage she also reached for some potatoes for some, from scratch, hash browns. Rolling up her sleeves Momo got out all the things she’d need and started to heat the pans while she washed her hands and the potatoes. Pouring a bit of water in each of the pans they’d be ready when the water was gone something very easy to note for her. She counted out the eggs taking out eight which made for two for each family member, except for the twins who got once each as they were only five years old. And she set them aside in a basket, her mother like them sunny side up, her father liked them sunny side up but with hard yolk, and the boys liked them scrambled, to save on time she’d be having scrambled as well. Washing her hands after having handled eggs she got to cutting the potatoes with the skill of a chef which in fact she might as well have been, she’d been doing this for about three years, after that she rinsed the potatoes once more to eliminate any excess starch and then let them drain turning on the oven to a low temperature she noted the sausage pan as ready for cooking and swiftly dropped in several links and started the arduous process of trying not to let them burn as she was cooking about twenty of them in the pan it wasn’t as hard as say forty could be but it was still a task in itself. After finally managing it she put them on a plate and put the plate in the over to keep it warm pouring the grease into the now ready hash brown pan and turning up the heat waited for it to start to crackle and dumped the potatoes into the large pan and let it sit for a few seconds before she started to shift it about after a good ten minutes she let it sit and started to make some more sausage links giving them her full attention for about another five minutes shifting the hash then going back to the meat, which was done after a few more minutes of attention and they joined their counterparts on the plate in the over which she then turned off letting the collected heat keep it warm, while she made the eggs and did maintenance of the potatoes making sure they didn’t burn or stick to the bottom. Her mother’s eggs were done first, and then father’s then she cracked her brother’s eggs into a bowl and them her own along with some special spices of her own configuration and started to whip them to get them nice and full of air which made for good fluffy eggs while the pan reheated. Noting the hash was done she removed it from heat taking the sausage out to put on the stove and then poured her eggs into the pan and swiftly made a perfect batch of scrambled eggs. Reaching into the cabinet next to the stove she pulled out the plates they’d be eating on and made them, after washing her hands of course, and then set the table. Keeping her sleeves rolled up she began to wash the pans she’d used with a touch of ferocity otherwise the hard to get bits would still be there, and then patted them dry with a towel before shelving them. It was at this point that Momo took a bit of a break in getting her family their chosen drinks; Mother and Father always took coffee, and the boys preferred tea as did she. So she set out the pot and water letting it heat as she went to go wake her little brothers. Giving both of them a gentle shake and a kiss on the cheek they reluctantly rolled out of their beds and shooed her away so they could get dressed. She went to her parents’ room and gave them a knock as a warning and waited a few seconds before opening the door to find the beds empty and neatly made. Suddenly dawning on her that she’d forgotten to make her bed she sprinted down the hall to rectify that doing it with practiced ease and getting back down the hall and sliding down the banister just in time to catch the teapot whistling at her. Grabbing the pot and the tea she shook a bit of a rather sweet cherry tea that she and her brothers like into the cups and then poured in the water and mixed the tea, placing the cups at her brothers places they walking in looking just as tired as they usually were but perked up at the sight of the rather generous breakfast in front of them, not even noticing that she had twice as much as they did, a notion that usually would cause them to complain, and then like clockwork her parent came in from outside apparently having went to get the paper together having in fact woke up before her and went for an early walk together. They made their coffee and they sat down to the rather good breakfast and then gave their thanks, before they started to eat, there was soon compliments as to her cooking which were met with embarrassed yet pleased thanks. After the meal she washed the dished, using a bit of muscle as she did with the pans, after which she dried and put them away. She went to the boys and gave them another cheek kiss, which they reluctantly enjoyed, and a hug, which they openly enjoyed, wishing them a good day and then gave her parents hugs and wishes for a good day as well then she collected her things and went for the door. She left and took a few steps from the door stretching the last hour of work she’d just done from her body before heading off to school. Today was the day of the practical exams and she was confident she’d ace them and finally get to join the rank of Genin from where she’d be able to become a medical ninja like she always dreamed of; helping those in need. No matter whom they were. She had the intense urge to skip but resisted, she was a young woman now, and despite how cute she was she needed to start acting like a grownup.

2500

[N] Henge no Jutsu: 300 Skill Points This technique allows the ninja to transform themselves into any person or object. This allows the ninja to move with stealth or to trick their opponents.

[N] Bushin no Jutsu: 300 Skill Points This technique creates a copy of the ninja without substance. The copy resembles the ninja in every way. This clone can function as a distraction or as means to confuse one's opponent. As soon the clone gets attacked or comes into contact with an opponent, it will disperse.

[N] Art of Substitution: 400 Skill Points This is a basic Ninjutsu technique. When in danger the ninja will quickly substitute themselves with another nearby object. This can be a block of wood or even another person. This allows the ninja to quickly flee and hide while the original object takes the brunt of their opponents attack.

[T] Tree Climbing: 600 Skill Points The Tree Climbing technique serves a dual purpose. The first is that it helps a ninja learn how to focus their chakra. The second is that it teaches the ninja how to run up trees and walk on vertical walls. The training helps the ninja learn how to focus just the right amount of chakra to a particular part of their body. The amount needed to climb is small but it must be precise.

[T] Water Walking: 600 Skill Points A variation on the Tree Climbing Technique, Water Walking allows a ninja to walk on water as if it was a solid surface. Focusing an even amount of chakra out of the soles of their feet, they can balance themselves on the very surface of the water.

2,200

Meditating: 300 Skill Points

2,500 - 2,500 = 0