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As the other two started their conversation, Yasashii began to skim his scrolls instead. After skimming all of them briefly, he settled on one to begin with, choosing the engraving technique, as it was very much the easiest to understand. Not to mention the most useful should he need to do something else in the meantime.

The jutsu itself was simple enough. Channel a small bit of chakra to the tip of your finger, pack it densely and make it sharp, and then hold it there while you carve something. Holding up one finger, he channeled the proper amount of chakra into his finger, and spent the next while working out how best to solidify it. Over time he managed to pack it down into the incredibly sharp, yet miniscule point that the jutsu called for.

While he was working on that, he turned his attention to the other's conversation just in time to hear Shinji's attempt to confuse Kye, and her response to it. "Don't try to lie to her." he chuckled, adding his own bit to the chatter. "Even if she doesn't know the truth, she always seems to know it's a lie." Shaking his head, still chuckling to himself, Yasashii turned back to his hand, and the point of chakra still on it.

Getting the chakra focused properly was simple enough, but would it hold form? Turning his hand over, he pushed his lit up finger towards the desk, aiming into a spot towards the side where it wouldn't matter too much if it messed up. Sure enough though, as soon as he applied pressure the blade broke form, some of the chakra dissipating, and some pushing back on his finger. It did however, as he noticed after dismissing the broken bits of chakra, leave a good nick in the desk.

Sighing, Yasashii leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes and thinking over the arrangement of the chakra. Something was wrong in it, making it unstable. Or perhaps it just didn't have the right spin to it? Spin... Opening his eyes, Yasashii looked over to Shinji. "Shinji, may I borrow a kunai for a bit?" he spoke. The jutsu needed to work on metal anyways, so he may as well test it on that first. If his idea worked, it should be perfect. [2.5/4]

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[Chakra: 106/125]



Sorry for the wait...

| Konaga Clan | Speed/Offensive Type | Iwagakure | Chuunin |
|| Shinobi Profession: Teaching Master || RPC Profile ||

Ready to answer any questions Kye might have to offer, his attention was soon diverted to the strange growing darkness of the sky outside the few windows in the shop. Before a thought could even form however, a bright light flashed and Shinji felt himself sent flying across the room into the wall by the shockwave of whatever force had landed outside. Shaking his head in confusion after hitting the wall, Shinji barely even processed any pain or sensation from the blast, but was surprised to see Kye standing exactly where she had been all along and Yasashi rushing out the door to help, suggesting that Shinji do the same himself.

Without much thought, Shinji answered the call, rushing outside to the streets, immediately climbing to the top of the emporium to survey what had occurred. Much to his surprise, Dark Clouds shrouded only a section of the village near it's center where the KazeKage's tower seemed to have been decimated by an enormous blast of some kind. His mind instantly flashing back to the dark skies of his own village's destruction, Shinji immediately sprinted towards the epicenter of the blast, remembering his promise to serve the Sunagakure as David had requested. Images of his own village's destruction rushed through his mind, and despite the differences he could see, the short time line between the events seemed suspicious to him. Regardless, Shinji moved faster and faster towards the site, his eyes keeping watch for enemy forces on the way.

As he ran, his blood pumped through him, his adrenaline kicking in as he felt his body kick into battle mode. Despite the seriousness of the situation, a sudden smile creeped across Shinji's face as the excitement of an oncoming battle flooded his veins. He would first have to meet up with David, then see how he could assist. Its possible that he himself was a victim of the attack, but he had already assumed that david would not be taken down so quickly. Either way, he would respond to this attack with the fury he had wished he would have been able to respond to the attack on his own village.

{{Exit to Ruins of Inner Sunagakure}}

When Kye was jsut about to begin grilling Shinji on the intimate details of the Iwagakure's destruction, she was stopped short but the sudden prickling of hairs on the back of her neck standing up. With the darkening of the skies outside, Kye looked out, her mind almost instantly connecting the dots to the point where the enormous strike of lightning from the sky was almost expected. However, unlike her Otogakure comrade and Shinji, Kye didn't even move an inch in the wake of the blast... her firm body and stable footing whethering the blast without much difficulty as she continued to stare out the window, her mind racing with the technique that she herself had learned, yet never used against anyone... "Raiden no Moui... but who beside myself could use such a technique... and why would they be attacking Sunagakure?"

Even as she was staring out the window asking the question, Yasa had quickly reacted, flying out the door to help the injured as Shinji followed, likely charging headlong into battle without a second thought. Kye however acted more slowly, her mind racing through the probabilities as she assessed the situation. "An S-ranked Raiton technique attacking the Sunagakure not half a year after a Jiton user crushes the Iwagakure..." The thought growing in her mind, Kye was still mindful that no one around her knew who she was, or what she was capable of and she wished to keep it this way. However, before she left the emporium, she readied several scrolls containing her Iron Sand before heading outdoors into the streets, finding fleeing groups of people as she blended into the crowds. Instantly hidden among the masses, Kye would make her way secretly toward the epicenter of the blast to observe, if she could, the one who was able to use such a technique.

{{Exit to Ruins of Inner Sunagakure}}

[Chakra Reserves: 51 / ?]
[Stamina : 70/85]

[Shinobi Profession Benefit: Improved Chakra Control, -1 cp cost on all ninjutsu)]
[Shinobi Type: Offensive, (1.5x Offensive jutsu cost, +1 rank effective power)]
[Shinobi Type: Speed, (Move, Dodge, Attack speed = +1 rank)]

Current Pain Stress Degree = 1 (Stamina = 74%)
Die Rolled: d20

0 - 2 : Pain Level 3
3 - 5 : Pain Level 2
6 - 8 : Pain Level 1
9 - 20 : Pain Level 0

Pain Level 3 - The Konaga's Pain suddenly spikes, completely arresting their body for a few seconds, causing them to be unable to move as the pain of their bloodline temporarily overtakes them. This feeling quickly passes, allowing the Konaga to move normally once again. for the remainder of the post however, they suffer a reduction in Speed and Strength by 1 rank.

Pain Level 2 - The Konaga's Pain causes their muscles to ache heavily and respond slower then normal, reducing their effective Speed by one rank.

Pain Level 1 - The Konaga's Pain suddenly spikes, distracting them momentarily. How the pain exhibits itself differs (is up to the user to create), but it does not incapacitate them, it simply serves as a distraction.

Pain Level 0 - The Konaga's pain is at full strength, but this is normal. They feel the pain and are affected by it normally, but this does not endanger them or distract in any way. This is their baseline condition.

"Let's Do This."

What greeted Yamatano's eyes as he entered the shop would likely be one of the oddest sights he had ever seen. Another sight might surpass it for pure strangeness, but nothing would equal it's unique quality. At the back of the room, Yasashii sat behind his desk, at least three different scrolls draped over the piece of furniture, and a book propped up on it's edge. Yasashii himself was leaning back lazily in the chair, one arm extended into the air, finger moving in seemingly random patterns, but trailing behind it were lines of what could only be chakra, which were quickly assembling into what one would assume were diagrams of some kind from their complexity. And all this with the man's eyes closed and head aiming straight at the ceiling, nowhere near the image being drawn in the air.

One might assume that this meant he had fallen asleep and his body somehow continued the study he had been performing before, but as Yamatano moved forward, without a twitch to suggest he had been wakened, the man's mouth opened, and speech came forth. "One moment please. I need to finish this. Feel free to look around." Even still, the man's eyes didn't open, not even a twitch towards the boy in the door or the picture in the sky. One would almost think he could see them without looking, though that was of course false. Still, can't fault a man his assumptions.

After a minute or two more of the idle finger waving, still never looking at what he was doing, Yasashii's hand finally paused, made one last swipe andpoke on the diagram, and dropped. The man's head rose up then, eyes open and roving over the complicated mess for a mere few seconds, before he waved his hand across it, dispelling the whole thing.

With the diagram out of the way, Yasashii's eyes turned on the boy who had entered his abode. White hair, face mask, ridiculously dangerous neckwear... The description roved through his memory only a few moments, before the last memorable customer's image superimposed itself beside it. The chuunin exams from a few years ago. That's where he knew this boy from. "What can I do for you Hatake-san?" he spoke up, smiling and waving the boy to come back up to the desk even as he straightened himself up from the relaxed pose he'd held while doing his calculations.


Bit short, but it should improve well enough. I usually do quite well with Yasashii.

Yasashii chuckled lightly at the boy's expression when he spoke his name. Apparently the boy didn't think himself quite as recognizable as Yasashii implied. "No need to be so surprised Hatake-san." he said, chuckling a tiny bit more. "I've met a fair number of your clansmen. Your clan all seem to share the same unique hair and, shall I say, fashion sense?" he explained, holding his hand up in a vague approximation of the boy's own mask. It wasn't entirely honest. It was true, yes, but also implied he didn't recognize the boy himself as well, as was probably the cause for his previous surprise.

And then the boy spoke of his intent. Unsurprising, considering his village of origin. So, Zdura had arrived, and they were doing the expected check into his past. Well, that at least meant he hadn't been identified immediately upon reaching the village. A good sign. "You speak of Zdura then. So he arrived safely. That's somewhat of a relief." Yasashii smiled, pushing away the photograph without a glance. He'd worn that skin, he didn't need to see it to identify it. "What do you need then? The whole story, or just what you need to know?" the man asked amiably, leaning back again in his chair for a bit more comfort.

"Mm. The full story is a bit long." Yasashii said with a nod, gesturing towards the tattooing chair in the center of the room. "Have a seat. The chair spins around." With that, Yasashii stood up, moving around to the front of the desk himself, and sitting on it's edge, looking at the boy oddly for a moment, with a hum and nod. "A long one indeed. How would you like to try out my services while we chat? I'm sure I've got something you could use." the man offered, a slight grin crossing his face. He probably wouldn't normally have asked, but he didn't have many customers just yet, and unlike in Kariko, he didn't have another source of income, or full rights to practice his work as he liked. The opportunity to work his craft was ripe, and the boy was already seated in his tattooing chair. Besides that, the surprise he showed to Yasashii's being so open with the information he sought indicated he expected to have something asked of him. Why not let him think he needed to play guinea pig? It was an amusing side benefit to helping his clone get established. "How about something simple? A seal on the forearm to deflect projectiles, or swords, perhaps. I see you already wear bracers."

Yasashii's eyebrows rose at the boy's reaction to his offer, as he became visibly guarded, if only for a few seconds. Was he worried that Yasashii would place a different seal than he claimed? Or did he just have some sort of fear of seals? Sudden paranoia after an offer wasn't something the man was used to seeing.

Apparently it wasn't the latter though, as the boy quickly came up with a counter idea, of placing the seal on his bracer instead. Yasashii allowed a slight pout to cross his face as he 'reluctantly' took the proffered equipment. He really had been wanting to do a tattooing. He'd never gotten much chance to work that area of his skills, and as much as he'd have loved some of the features himself, it wouldn't be the same, or at all stealthy, to place them on himself.

Examining the metal of the bracer for a moment, the man nodded. A shallow engraving wouldn't affect the bracer's strength. He didn't even bat an eye at the attached weaponry, though he did give it a short glance. Such things weren't common, though certainly not unheard of either.

Turning, the man returned to his seat behind the desk, setting the bracer on the surface as he sat down, and once again closed his eyes. "The beginning then..." he said quietly, apparently focusing his thoughts, while inwardly he arranged what he wanted to reveal, and what he didn't, since to make the illusion complete, his own past would be the one being told.

"When I was young, about ten years old, I was apprenticed to a sealing master in the land of Fire. he began, finally opening his eyes and looking towards Yamatano again, though his eyes were slightly clouded over, as he focused still on the past. "One day, my master brought home another boy, about the same age as myself. The boy was violent, angry. His home had been destroyed by war in the rice country when he was only four, and he was still bitter, wanted revenge, and without a name or a face to hate, he took it out on everyone around him. My master found him after he had started a fight with several older boys in our village, and won. But, he was no match for my master. He approached the boy, and made him an offer. "If you can beat me, like you did those boys, I will let you go on your way. But if you can't, you will be my student." The boy accepted, always ready for a fight, and attacked. He lost in a single move, and my master dragged him home unconscious."

Yasashii paused, chuckling as he remembered that day. Of course, he had been the boy, but the memory, now softened by years gone by, of an old man simply clocking him on the side of the head with his cane, was too good to not laugh at. Pausing for a time, to consider where to pick up the story next, Yasashii focused in on the metal before him instead, running his fingers along the cool steel to test possible patterns for the seal, seeking the best form to be subtle, and still effective. There wasn't much he could do to alter the shape of this particular seal, thanks to the necessity of the kanji in the center, but he could alter the shape a bit.

"The boy refused to tell us his name. Claimed he couldn't even remember it himself." Yasashii spoke again, deciding to mix in a bit of a lie now, and establish the name. "So our master decided to name him himself, and called him Zdura, from part of a saying he often said. "Zdura ot i zhctnid sertxor." He never did tell us what it meant. He had a lot of those sayings. Most he claimed were blessings, some insults. As Zdura and I grew, whenever Zdura got into fights, or other troubles, he would say "O iw dcorm nxhuemx wc naanx.". Another he never explained, but the tone said enough."

At that point, Yasashii paused again, but this time he looked to Yamatano instead of the bracer. "Do you have any questions yet, or should I continue?" he asked, not wanting to leave the boy too far behind and have to answer questions about the start of the story after he'd finished.