As she shared a bit of her story he almost wanted to return the favor but he really did not like talking about the war. Especially the lives he had been forced to take. How he carried each and every one of them with him. Though he shared her desire to get to training. Picking up the chainmail suit he slid it over his head and slid each arm into place as it tumbled down to his thigh. Picking up the chestplate he slid it over his head and dropped it onto his shoulders. Tying both of the straps on each side nice and tight he tucked them into the armor to hide them. Then came his boots and shin guards. Simple as they were they were followed by his bracers. However there was one clear missing part. The pauldrins on his shoulders. Letting out a sigh he picked the two up,"Mind helping me? I cant actually reach the straps. I normally have a shadow clone help me but, yea. There are four straps on each side they tie down to. Two at the shoulder two at the bicep."
Black Fire Lord
Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2018 1:22 pm
Lilah Hyuuga xxxxxx. ➥Genin
Lilah looked at him as he asked to help him put on his armor. She shook her head and sighed as she walked over. "Lazy b*****d, I'm not your damn wife so don't expect this every time. Just this once I'll help you." She said as she would get close and begin to strap the pauldrons down. Her hands had no choice but to feel Kairi's body and it was built. She slowly put on the straps as to allows herself a little longer to feel those muscles. She didn't even notice when she bit her lip. Her body was screaming at her to well throw herself onto him basically. She was using all her willpower to not. After she was done she backed off and turned away a flush of red ran over her face. Not because she was embarrassed but instead, her body reacted to touching his like that. "Well it's done so lets go already. I'm sick of standing around." Her mind almost trailed off into a fantasy before she shook her head and snapped out of it.
Once she finished tying his straps to secure his paludrins, he would bounce on his heels for a moment to get his armor to sit properly. Once it was in place, he tied his shortsword to his belt, picked up his shield and spear, and headed for the door,"I'll see you at the dojo." Heading out the door he headed down the street with a bit of a clip in his step.
[exit]
Black Fire Lord
Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2018 7:18 pm
It took hours, but eventually Sonyo got her things settled in. Her apartment was nothing like Nari's old lavish apartment in Sunagakure. No, this one was a quaint apartment with in a traditionally japanese style with the kitchen and eating area combined, and with the room and bathroom separated by partitions. Sonyo finished putting away the small amount of things she carried with her before looking at the last bag, halting for a moment.
She had carried around this bag for a long time now, but she had never actually opened it. It was a velvet drawstring bag, black in color with emerald swirls... Emerald like Nari's chakra... Sonyo's breath caught in her throat and wedged there, like it had frozen in place. The widow sat down on both knees, holding the bag in her hands. Whatever was inside was stiff, it didn't bend in the space between Sonyo's hands.
The weapon had been commissioned by a very special smith she had come across in her travels, but she had never had the heart to ever even unwrap it. From what the smith had told her, it was beautiful, and she had took his word for it. Hesitating, as if something was holding her back, Sonyo pulled the string to let loose the fabric and carefully pulled the sword-- sheath and all --out of the bag.
The smith hadn't lied.
What laid in her hands was a beautiful Taichi in white and black, with hawk feathers bound from tassels at the buttcap. Sonyo sat there for a moment, in utter shock, as her vision became blurry and wavy. It was gorgeous and elegant, just like Nariomi had been. She gingerly pulled the blade from the sheath, and a soft ringggg reverberated through the fairly barren apartment. The blade was cast in pure white chakra steel, and engraved along the groove was a sentence very dear to her heart. She read along with it, her voice wavering with emotion as she spoke.
"Ten to jigoku... netsu to shimo ni yotte... watashi wa koko ni imasu. Through heaven and hell, through heat and frost, I am here." The young female took in a deep shuttering breath that seemed to shake throughout her entire being. It had been five years, but five years was not nearly long enough. Sonyo sheathed the blade again, holding it close to her chest and closing her eyes.
She knew if Nari could see her now, he would tell her to stop crying, that she needed to be strong. She was just so tired of being strong, of fighting, of clawing her way through everything. It wasn't fair, life wasn't fair. Perhaps if she was a different person she might even hate the world because of that fact, hate everything it had taken away from her.
"With this sword, I'll make you proud of me, Nari. I'll be what you tried to make me be... I'll be the healer and the protector... I'll do it. I will." She mumbled softly to herself. To anyone else she might look like a crazy person, but she said it out loud in hopes that, if his spirit was somewhere in this world, that he could hear her.
[ ⅰ ] chakra : : 00 // 00 tab [ ⅰⅰ ] stamina : : 00 // 00tabtabtab [ I ] Jinchuriki tab [ II ] Follower of Evergreen tab [ III ] Med / Bloodtabtabtab
"Temper temper. Hammer it home." "Temper temper. Hammer it home."
Koutetsu, quickly slipped off his zori as he ran into his room. Grabbing the emergency bag from his closet, he rolled up a couple outfits and tossed them in. Jumping in the shower, he quickly cleaned off. Dressing in a fresh outfit, Koutetsu headed out, locking up as he left.
"Forge the weapon worth wielding." "Forge the weapon worth wielding."
[Enter from Academy] [Exit to Gates]
Relevant Details
Character Core
Name: Koutetsu Kajibamaru Village: Uzushiogakure Body Rank: D Title Rank: Genin Classes: Bukijutsu/Worker Bloodline: Koton Link to Profile:[x]
Class Disciplines
First Class: Bukijutsu ____Juggernaut: → The user suffers no drawbacks of any kind when wearing very light and light armor at D-Rank, medium armor at C-Rank, heavy armor at B-Rank, and all other armors at A-Rank. They receive one free custom weapon or armor upon creation and gain a moderate boost to strength and fortitude. Additionally, they start with the following four techniques, rather than the six most ninja do: Bushi Ken no Jutsu [ Samurai Sabre Technique ], Shunshin no Jutsu [ Body Flicker Technique ], Kai [ Release ], and Kawarimi no Jutsu [ Substitution Technique ]. ____Mystic Hero(Mimic via Balanced Master): → You are much like a hybrid warrior, focusing on mixing ninjutsu into your personal arsenal. Through your great devotion to this path you can cast ninjutsu can cast ninjutsu up to your body rank without hand seals while wielding a weapon. These techniques maintain the same description and criteria to use and require the same amount of time to mold the chakra through the weapon as would be needed to perform hand seals, meaning the techniques are not instantaneously cast. They also cannot be molded during another attack, meaning you cannot be swinging a sword and using this discipline to charge a ninjutsu at the same time. You also gain 2 extra ninjutsu slots per rank. Second Class: Worker ____Balanced Master: → This discipline mimics one of the user's other class's non-chosen disciplines. (i.e. non-Worker Class) The Double Specialization perk for said class is not available for gaining. If the character is Double Worker Class, they may choose one discipline from any other class. In addition, any jutsu learned can be paid for with either chakra, stamina, or a mix of the two. Any further chakra types are also subject to this. Recovery amounts for chakra and stamina are doubled while working, and working counts as relaxing.
Personal Attributes
• Iron Lord: The user is able to give the Black Steel properties to all Doton techniques they perform, giving them the appearance of black steel upon creation. Those earth release techniques lose their elemental weaknesses and strengths. • Adamant Guard: The clan receives a heavy increase to fortitude and suffers a mild decrease to speed • Forge Master: The size of weapons created can be made one tier larger but do not gain a rank advantage.
Equipment
Armor:
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Weapon:
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Kunai: 0/0 Shuriken: 0/0
Chakra and Stamina
Chakra: 205/205 Stamina: 255/255 Chakra Element: Doton/Suiton/Koton Chakra Color: Dark Grey Chakra Materialization: Dark Grey Samurai armor overlay
The young jinchuriki stayed like that for some time, holding the sword close to her chest with her head downcast and her eyes closed. The only movement she made was the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Sonyo took in one deep breath, as if forcing her body to move, and then stood. She looked at herself in the mirror across the room from herself, settling the Taichi in it's rightful place on her hip. Well... now that she had the new blade, it was time to cast off the shadow of her fan-using ways. She dusted off her hakama, then slipped back on her sandals and made her way out of the apartment and towards the dojo. Training time!
[ Exeunt ]
[ ⅰ ] chakra : : 00 // 00 tab [ ⅰⅰ ] stamina : : 00 // 00tabtabtab [ I ] Jinchuriki tab [ II ] Follower of Evergreen tab [ III ] Med / Bloodtabtabtab
He figured there was nowhere to go but home. He had an apartment in the Residential District, one that had been subsidized by the village for as long as he was one of their shinobi. He didn't know, now, if that was going to change . . . or if they even considered him an Uzu-nin at all at this point, or what. He still wore the headband that he had tied around his head before coming to the gates. Would they strip that away from him? Was he an Uzu-nin, or was he not? There was... a grey area for him, in this moment. They had allowed him into the village as if he were one of them -- and they never told him that he wasn't.
So, for all intents and purposes, he decided... that he was. And a special case, at that; one who could, perhaps, come and go as he pleased. He knew that in title, he was a Genin. But Kya must have seen the potential he had. He didn't belong bound within the walls; in freedom he found his strength.
But, as his mind fought with itself, he wondered if he even really wanted to be one of them. One of these... caged birds. It was such a paradoxical issue, with no beginning, nor end.
As they came upon the door to the apartment, he noted that his key still worked. He turned the knob on the door, and it opened, revealing the place much as he'd left it. Somewhat messy, somewhat clean; like Shinsei, it was wholly inconsistent. He smiled faintly, glad to see that it had not been trashed or tarnished, or stripped bare. At least... he had somewhere to return to in Uzu, at least until they decided that he was no longer one of them.
"Falsa," he turned back to view the girl, and her... friends. "It's been a long time now. How have you been? How did you end up there, with Kya? Is everything alright?"
Along the walk, Shinsei would likely have noted two things. Falsa, beyond just fatigue, did not seem to be herself. Her eyes looked singularly ahead, darting to the sides only occasionally as if she herself had to remember to look like a human. As the outer path, she conteneded with so much. First, that she had chosen to offload nearly half of her emotional content into the bodies that she'd created. Sevastiana, her Deva, was ever the frontman, bouncing on her heels with every single step that she took, smiling as she looked infinitely more alive, waving to people who seemed perplexed at her eyes. Falsa may have been in control, but she couldn't help that the Deva had stolen her joy.
As for Jaeng-I beside her? She just scowled as if she were remembering something truly awful. Her eyes rolled, distaste and inconvenience clear in her expression. At what? Who knows. It almost seemed like she was naturally that way. Pillaging all of Falsa's frustration. Mirroring her with a hard look that wasn't exactly frustration and more like impulsive anger was the favored: Mugen... her Preta. He strategically placed himself between her and the Vortex who had maid themselves extremely clear as they tailed them. They had a wide berth, but even so they were keeping their eyes out much to the irritation of Mugen. Falsa just looked tired.
Gladly the group made their way inside of the house, and Sevastiana sighed in happiness, stepping out of her shoes and seeming to float over to his couch, wherever it was. "Ah! So lovely. The houses here are all so pretty, Shinsei!" she cooed. "And so very messy. I see somethings never change. I guess an explanation IS in order."
Falsa herself reached up to throw her arms up in a hug around his neck, burying her face in his chest for just a second. Her imperfect little brother. His imperfect little abode. It made her heart heavy with the emotions she still had... feelings of loss for when she had barked at Mugen to keep his damn house clean... their house clean. A tear rolled down her face, and the empty shell that was at one time him meandered over and touched her back. No reassurance. Nothing could bring him back truly at this point. He was gone, no longer able to make her laugh, to force his infectiously annoying ways on her in a way that was impossible not to both hate and love at once. Twas different with the bodies of Sevastiana and and Jaeng-I. She barely knew of them. But she was so hollow for not having Mugen anymore. No more tobacco pipes. No more music she didn't know the name of... no way to remember what it all was.
No way to break down the walls still between them, the ones she had made.
She couldn't say I love you anymore.
Not in a way that mattered to her.
She wasn't a crier, even though the tear did stain his chest. She let him go, and Jaeng-I simply smacked her lips. "They're all dead, in case Kya didn't make it clear. Empty vessels I brought back to life." She walked to the other end of the room, and Mugen picked up. "Murdered and left behind.""Ill beyond modern medicine.""Victims of circumstance." She wandered towards where she could see a bathroom, leaving shinsei with her lifelike dolls. Sevastiana crossed one leg over the other, laying across the couch with her toes digging into the soft fabric of the cushion where a back was supposed to be. "I'm told it's unsettling that they all act like the pieces of me. I wouldn't know, honestly. But I was avenging Mugen and this Sevastiana... and myself when the Vortex ninja came to handle the very problem. They brought us in for questioning."
Hot water turned on. Mugen allowed Jaeng-I to come past him and sit on the kitchen counter, eyes scrolling over a book produced from his backpack. "Variance." That was the title. "As for how I have been? Rocky. I have yet to find a mountain I couldn't climb, and yet still so many people around me fall. It's such a mad world, even without the UHV. How have YOU been? In your pampered little house on the hill these past five years? You look fat."
So many voices spoke to him, and in a way, they spoke as one. Different faces with the same, creepy eyes; a silvery purple with rings splitting around the iris. He wondered what it all was, though he imagined that already, he knew. The Rinnegan, right? It was -- somehow -- connected to their family. Falsa was his sister, and though his blood wasn't fully hers, nor hers the same, he knew the whispers of the family his father had married into. Of their past, of their heritage and legacy. Some of them were born even odder than he, with gifts sought after much like the heavens.
Those eyes... were the eyes of something greater. In some way, divine.
And they all bore it... because they were all linked. Somehow, he knew. He could... see it? Feel it? He didn't understand it completely, but his chakra was not blind to a perception of its surroundings. Kya called Falsa an abomination, and lurched forward to view her 'companions' as hideous abominations. And soon enough, he realized why. Falsa didn't need to tell him.
They were all dead. Murdered and left behind, as they said. Ill beyond--
Falsa's personality projected through all of them. It spanned outward, reflected like with mirrors, and they followed the images displayed. She even... spoke through their lips, a mind much like a hive. She was their master and arbiter, but they lived much as limbs to her own will. This was the Rinnegan. He had always known of the fear it brought to the people who had heard the tales, yet few had ever known it or experienced it. For once, he felt that the expulsion of his ignorance in regards to the eyes before him, did not make him feel any more comfortable to their presence. They were still as frightening as he'd always imagined.
It was odd. Jaeng-I was speaking to him, with her voice, but with Falsa's words flowing through. He did a double-take; his mind could not fully process these ongoings. But he had to try.
"I... agree. It is a crazy world that we live in, irregardless of any puppetmasters, or rulers. I suppose that we're bound to live like this, with all of the greed in our hearts, and the power that we command. It seems like... there will be war again, very soon," he said. It wasn't a prophecy, just... an observation. "As for me, well. I'm definitely not fat," he rolled his eyes, gesturing to his physique. Shinsei was very athletic -- he had always been. "But I've definitely been spoiled. Going around, causing a scene, being artsy. You know how I am, Falsa. I love to be different; I have a rebel's heart. Even before I went 'rogue' from Uzushio, I was always a rogue spirit. Stirring up all the drama I could. Had to get my attention somehow," the Senju laughed, lightly.
And then, he looked around once more... and somehow, already, he realized that none of this really bothered him. None of it at all.
"Mugen, Sevastiana, Falsa... I don't know the name of the one I'm speaking to. But, sister -- none of this bothers me. These vessels are far from empty. They're all holding pieces of you. There's nothing to be ashamed of; to carry the past as a friend is a wonderful thing. I envy you, as someone who's always been... very much alone."
She did know him indeed. So very dearly that it made her feel warm in ways that she could only express through Jaeng-i and Sevastiana both. Jaeng-i continued reading - learning about statistics for some reason or another - but a smile wrote into her focused expression. Meanwhile, Falsa merely stood under water, rinsing away blood before getting to the nitty gritty. "She's Jaeng-i." she offered belatedly through Mugen, who now took his back pack to the bathroom. Oddly enough, Sevastiana had her eyes closed, shutting off a bit of the shared network of vision. Still she spoke to him fondly. "Ever the attention whores, both of us. Both of you. I really need to remember to keep up character. They're all a piece of me, it's true. Sevastiana is The Joy. Mugen The Anger, Jaeng-i the intensity. It's weird missing bits and pieces of myself like this. And I still don't know how to turn them off, so I can't exactly get them back.~" Sing song, pleasant, melodious. Adjectives to describe Sevstiana's tone. Mugen was more gravely and gruff. Jaeng was quieter, precise. Water still running, Falsa came out dressed in clean clothing, and Sevastiana took her place. Lilac. Mugen's favorite smell. Her's too, though in fairness. She sat down, folding her legs below her body as she spoke to him.
It wouldn't have been abundantly clear to him, but all of her paths had been circulating her chakra between them actively. Meditating actively, as it were.
"So, did you meet Kya before or something?" As she inquired she continued her meditative cycling between herself and each of her bodies.
It was so odd; Falsa's personality, as it were, had split into many fragmented pieces. It was almost like... she had dissociation, and not the simple kind. The identity disorder, where one became many, fractured into different pieces of a greater whole: the body. The vessel. She was like a host for many souls, tangling around and within her. This was not Necromancy. It was... something else -- perhaps, to ascribe a word to it, something much greater.
"It's odd to speak to you like this, Falsa," he whispered, quietly. "No longer the pillar of perfection, but... something else completely. Not bad, or worse, just different. I was always jealous of you. And now... I suddenly don't feel that way. Just... confused. I don't understand how something like this can happen to a person. Is it because of the Rinnegan? I..." Shinsei frowned. Looking to his sister, and to the images, he pressed himself deeper into the couch, wiggling the sofa accidentally in his frustration. A comic fell from one of the shelves, one the sofa pressed into.
He didn't acknowledge it, or maybe even notice it.
This place was a mess. He'd never assembled anything right; everything was ready to fall apart. Shinsei was... still the loser between the two of them. But it felt odd, to feel something akin to pity for her. To observe her in what seemed to be a state of true uncertainty; not knowing who she was, or what to make of herself. It was equally strange for the both of them, it seemed.
"I did meet Kya before," he responded, breaking his thoughts. "She offered to guide me. But at that point, I had already decided that I didn't want to live like this anymore. I came back for Taylor, because he's my friend, and I wanted to help him out. But I already can't stand to be here. This pedestrian existence is not for me. I want to see everything, and be a part of something bigger. And I think, for now... that I have to do that alone," he said, solemnly.
He'd finally reunited with his sister, and he'd finally made a companion. But there was something that was calling to him, a song resounding greater than any other desire or compulsion. There was somewhere he belonged. Within that place was a voice to decipher; a great darkness that hollowed out his thoughts and began to fill his desires with something different. Shinsei... felt that he had a purpose. He had grown so quickly -- he'd come to possess so much power. Why, and what was it for? He could only wonder.
The man sighed.
"There's a lot I've been wondering, you know. Like about us, and how... there's something wrong with our family. Why is my chakra like this -- so foul and rotten? Why did this happen to you? There's an answer to all of it, I know there is. I want to find that out, and when I do... maybe I can take life more seriously. Maybe I can act like a proper shinobi -- even lead a village. Help this world rebuild. I just... have to know first." He wanted to go, again. He had the strongest desire to do just that -- to step away and not look back. To say his goodbyes to Falsa, not to see her again for some time. Perhaps... a very long time. Perhaps even longer than the last.
But then he looked at her, and he felt a great sorrow. To see her so broken, into so many different pieces. Was the body he witnessed only a shell? She only spoke through it among small glimpses of time. "Falsa," he whispered to her again. "I'll come back and find you again. But right now... I can't help but be really bothered by the voice I heard when I closed my eyes. I need to be somewhere else. Come find me at the old compound we had, the one that got destroyed. I'll be there... some time." It looked as if he was committed to it, then. Leaving; going away, seeking the answer. The grip on his mind had won, and now, he needed to know.
He threw a copy of his house key onto the table, letting Falsa come and go as she pleased. And then, he stood from his sofa, and walked quietly towards the door. It was time to find out.
Itsuki opened his eyes as light streamed in from the window. The sounds of the residents of the district could be heard below his apartment window, from people buying food from street vendors to children splashing in the stream that ran down the street. Sitting up, Itsuki took the time to yawn, then hopped out of bed. Crossing the room, he opened his wardrobe and pulled out his robes and headband, then proceeded to get dressed.
After a quick breakfast, Itsuki stood perched in his window, overlooking the housing district and it's inhabitants below. "Well, time to get to training." Itsuki thought. "Using the Ember Clone technique I've been practicing recently, I'll be able to train with Sensei more effectively." It was true, he had been training the technique for the past week. It had taken some trial and error, but he had managed to master harnessing the fire element to create a clone, one that could even explode if necessary. It was certainly an upgrade to the techniques base form, which seemed to be rather useless compared to higher ranked ninja. However, Itsuki was content in learning more powerful techniques; it meant that he was getting closer to his goal of becoming stronger, to avenge his family and village that were destroyed in the war.
"Hoi! Itsuki!" A voice called from below him.
Itsuki looked down, his eyes resting on a man with dark hair, a dark blue cloak sporting the symbol of the Uchiha clan atop black garb, waving at him all while smiling.
"Hoi, Ryota-sensei. I didn't see you there" Itsuki stated, smiling underneath his mask.
"I'm not surprised, you're always brooding in that window of yours!" Ryota said jovially as he chuckled. "Are you ready for our training session today?"
Itsuki dropped out of the window, his ponytail and sleeves dancing in the wind as he fell. He landed on both feet, slightly crouched on the walkway, one foot landing on the edge of the stream, splashing Ryota a little.
"Of course," he said as he stood up, a smirk hidden by his mask. "Are you prepared for our session?"
"I admit I had a late night drinking with some of the other Jonin, but I'll always be more prepared than you, slacker." Ryota said, laughing again with a hand behind his head. He was clearly a little embarrassed.
Itsuki shook his head, and Ryota clapped a hand on his back. The two set forth for the dojo, more specifically the training dummies in the field. Today, Itsuki would train his knife fighting techniques, as well as some special training his sensei hadn't fully informed him of yet.
Technique(s) Learned: Ember Clone
R Y O :: 両 0 || A C :: 5,000 H i d d e n W h i r l p o o l || G e n i n - D C H K R :: 335 / 335 || S T M N :: 275 / 275 N i n :: B l o o d || K a t o n :: F u u t o n
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"Temper temper. Hammer it home." "Temper temper. Hammer it home."
Closing the door behind him, Koutetsu slipped off his Zori and made his way to his room. Placing all of his equipment by his dresser, He grabbed a fresh pair of underwear before heading into the shower. Scrubbing the sweat and grime from his body, let the warm water cascade down his form. It had been a while since he had been able to relax like this. The trek two and back had not been easy, let alone the addition of the training. Koutetsu found himself slowly nodding off in the shower itself. Drying off, he changed into his nightwear and slipped into bed.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, Koutetsu was out like a light. Hours passed as he slumbered, his body recovering from the strain it had gone through. Brief moments of lucid dreaming. filled his head with training, working the forge, and a brief glimpse of a person whose face he knew but could not place and whose personality was bold and yet no words could be heard. Koutetsu woke up gradually, the sunlight streaming through the window gracing his face.
Slipping out of bed, he headed over to his dresser and pulled out a new change of clothes. Going through his bags, he pulled out what he needed for the day and put the dirty clothes into the hamper. Walking into the Kitchen, he grabbed some fresh fruit and indulged in breakfast. Double checking his gear, he slipped on his footwear before heading out to the local dojo to continue training.
"Forge the weapon worth wielding." "Forge the weapon worth wielding."
[Entrance from Gates] [Exit to Dojo]
Relevant Details
Character Core
Name: Koutetsu Kajibamaru Village: Uzushiogakure Body Rank: C Title Rank: Genin Classes: Bukijutsu/Worker Bloodline: Koton Link to Profile:[x]
Class Disciplines
First Class: Bukijutsu ▱▰▱ Juggernaut: → The user suffers no drawbacks of any kind when wearing very light and light armor at D-Rank, medium armor at C-Rank, heavy armor at B-Rank, and all other armors at A-Rank. They receive one free custom weapon or armor upon creation and gain a moderate boost to strength and fortitude. Additionally, they start with the following four techniques, rather than the six most ninja do: Bushi Ken no Jutsu [ Samurai Sabre Technique ], Shunshin no Jutsu [ Body Flicker Technique ], Kai [ Release ], and Kawarimi no Jutsu [ Substitution Technique ].
Second Class: Worker ▱▰▱ Balanced Master: → The user gains one extra bukijutsu style every other rank. The user also receives a moderate boost in two DR stats of the user choice. The user cannot double upon the same stat to receive a supreme boost with this discipline.
Personal Attributes
• Iron Lord: The user is able to give the Black Steel properties to all Doton techniques they perform, giving them the appearance of black steel upon creation. Those earth release techniques lose their elemental weaknesses and strengths. • Forged for Battle: May convert Bukijutsu Styles for Tai Styles 1:1 • Kagu-tsuchi: Gain Katon. • Academy PA: An Opened Mind: +10 Ninjutsu slots
Equipment
Armor:
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Weapon:
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Kunai: 0/0 Shuriken: 0/0
Chakra and Stamina
Chakra: 290/290 Stamina: 237/350 Chakra Element: Doton/Suiton/Koton Chakra Color: Dark Grey Chakra Materialization: Dark Grey Samurai armor overlay
Niko awoke to the rays of the rising sun as they ran across her face. With a yawn she sat up and greeted Hisashi, who was sleeping in his little makeshift "comfy spot", then got out of bed. She bathed and did her early morning stretches before heading to the kitchen. She grabbed a loaf of bread and a plate, then sat down to eat. When she went to cut the bread however, she realized she had forgotten the knife.
"$&#@!" Hisashi woke up and looked over confused at what was happening.
Feeling uncharacteristically lazy today, Niko decided to try something. She had remembered her father trying to show her this technique once before. Most of her training in the art of her clan was halted so she never really got to go further than what she already knew. It was time to change this. She reached out to a knife in the rack. She began to channel her chakra. Around the knife, little wisps of electricity started to surround it. She was basically calling out to the blade. The knife began to wiggle and then hover for a bit. With a smile, Niko pulled the knife towards her. When she did however, the knife flew at her unexpectedly. Still channeling chakra, she instinctively covered herself and braced for impact. She heard the popping of electricity before looking around her. There was a harmless field of lightning around her. The knife had frozen in the field and fell to the ground.
"Hisashi! Did you see that?" Hisashi barked. "You almost died! Be more careful!" Niko nodded her head in agreement. "I know! It was pretty cool wasn't it? I'm glad you think so too. Now, I'm gonna practice some more!" Dumbfounded, Hisashi shook his head and went back to sleep. "Gotta love her..."
Sure enough, Niko spent the next hour "training" while playing around with her knife. With a sigh, Niko soon tired, ate her food, and got dressed for the day. Feeling somewhat accomplished, she signaled Hisashi and they were on their way.
Falsa was almost entirely content to let Shinsei prattle off to her about her current predicament. He didn't have the knowledge she did, there was still so much that she hadn't told him, pieces of their blood's heritage that she herself barely knew that couldn't be explained, and yet still he was off the mark. Perfection was still the name of her game. It laced everything she did, found itself injected in every word and action that she took. Every note her voices played was part of a symphony, and the emotional content she offloaded into them too was done with a purpose, perfectly partitioned to take a strong piece of her and breath life into her heralds.
Heralds... yes that is quite the perfect way to describe them.
In a way, Falsa was keen on correcting him less through words and more through action as she leaned on her own elbow. Also, she'd be correcting his damn living habits. Eventually. Just because it was classic Shinsei didn't mean it was excusable. At all. When the comic fell, Sevastiana flicked a single finger and sent it back into it's place, this time more securely. Ever the a**l little dictator, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Worry less about me Shinsei, my Heralds and I are no less me than I am when alone, be sure." She sighed. "I'm just tired."
That Kya woman... Falsa would have to come across her again one day. To put the woman to the test. The mere thought made her chakra flair up in the midst of her meditations and introspection. Deep breathing from every one of the paths, just below the auditory level where Shinsei would hear it and be offset as he spoke of becoming bigger. Thoughts she'd once hatched just as a measure of her perfection were so much more intense and important for Shinsei to latch on to. Honestly, even as she called to the depths of her chakra reserves she could only barely understand how he could be so limited in his thinking. As she pulled out new potentials and depths, she couldn't rightly see how it took him so long to reach that thought. Her and Mugen had reached for the world and shook it from their position at the bottom of the world tree.
Maybe that led to his demise. Another minor flair in the gates of her network. A deeper breath.
Something had indeed quirked that rebellious, wandering spirit in her older brother and, honestly, she could hardly blame him for it. She had the space she wanted already, and her travels had indeed showed her love, cruelty and so much of what lie in between them. "Be safe, brother. When you see me again, be ready to see a much different Falsa." Once she was restocked, all clean and ready to go again, she was out too. No reason to take the Key, when and if she came back here it wouldn't be to settle in some janky, dank apartment.
