Calming Preperation (NK, Kumo welcome to join)

The gloom of the day broke through Sigan's window and shown with its dull glory. Oh how he loved dull weather, though he didn't understand the reasoning behind it, he just enjoyed cloudy, grey skies. With a yawn and a stretch he arose from his bed and looked about the room. His apartment was small yet to his liking. He enjoyed the seclusion as it allowed him privacy and quietness to think. His recent graduation from the academy was one accomplishment that posed a large reason for him remaining locked away in his room studying simple scrolls he had in his possession. They were the scrolls that gave him his pride of his first personal jutsu to use when he would be assigned to a squad. It was semi-organized with scrolls scattered about the table which he then proceeded to stack together on one side opening a section of the table. With that in mind he turned to the kitchen and began making a simple breakfast of eggs and cheese. Once his meal was prepared he grabbed the carton of milk and poured a glass half full before setting down and dining. Ten minutes after sitting down to eat he arose again, the reason for the extended time was, of course, he had to open one of the scrolls and delve into the knowledge within. Standing up straight he placed the dishes in the wash basin and began getting dressed. He donned on his normal ninja wear, that he had just cleaned it the day before, consisting of a full body suit that held his form firmly yet was of a soft and stretchy material giving him room to breath, a long sleeved hooded coat which he pulled the hood over his shoulder-length bleach hair, his simple shinobi boots, his belt with two pouches which remained empty minus the scrolls he kept for light reading, his long red scarf that he used to cover his mouth and nose, and his newly acquired Kumo headband which he hung rather loosely around his neck layering it over his scarf.

Heading out into the streets of the mountainous streets of Kumogakure he patted his money pouch and headed straight to the north. He ignored the peddlers and shop keepers as he walked with purpose, standing fully erect at 5'8. His pale complexion shown with a  misty hue in the morning light giving him the look of a phantom or ghost walking among the people. Several people he passed would eye him suspiciously though Sigan paid no mind. He was used to this by now. It had been two whole years now since that jonin had found him scavenging for food among a small village. Two whole years since he had taken Sigan to Kumogakure and enrolled him into the Ninja Academy and turned his life around. He would never forget that man or the change he had invoked. The other villagers near his apartment knew he was not born to the village and not even close to the nation as he had come from a village close to what now remains under the ocean. But he had shown his worth, he had passed the academy test and become a genin. He had shown himself adept enough in supporting his soon to be squad-mates. It wasn't until he stopped at the Tool Shop that he snapped out of his thinking. With a moments hesitation he looked up and down the street, for what he didn't know, then proceeded inside. The shop was larger than he expected and the walls were adorned with a large variety of items from katana's to kunai to colorful fans. He took another brief moment to gaze about the shop before shaking his head. He had a clear goal of what he wanted and needed. That was all he was going to get. Walking up to the counter he was met by the shopkeeper. The gruff man had a scar running down his left eye as he eyed at Sigan down his nose with his right. "What'll it be?" grunted the older man. Sigan reached around and pulled out his pouch before looking back up naming off his mental list, "I need 3 kunai, 20 senbon, and 5 blank bomb tags. The total should ring up to 400 ryo.". With a grunt of acknowledgement the shopkeeper disappeared for a moment before setting down the items before Sigan. "500 ryo." he barked out with his guttural voice. Sigan's eyes grew sharp as he cut his eyes at the shrewd owner speaking in a calm but less friendly tone now, "I have already browsed your goods just yesterday before arriving today to make my purchase. The total is 400 ryo.". The man sneered and eyed at him coldly crossing his arms "Yesterday it would have been 400 ryo. Today its 500.". The arrogance pouring off of him irritated Sigan in the few ways that could possibly cause him such feelings. He lowered his octave to a dangerous level and coldly replied, "Should you continue to try to scam my of my money we can take this up with the police force. Surely you know that to change prices you must change the price tags in the store. And if my eyes are correct the senbon over there are labeled 10 ryo per needle, the kunai in that corner are 50 ryo per kunai, and that pile of blank bomb tags are labeled 10 ryo a piece as well. Do you think that the Police Force would find it to their liking to be called down due to a scamming shop keeper? I think not. Now I will pay the actual price for these items and walk out of here as just another customer, not some tourist visiting Kumogakure that you think you can swindle out of ryo. 400 ryo is my total. Thank you for time." With that he counted out 400 ryo and took hold of each item placing them in his pouch before the shop keep had another word and laid the money on the counter turning tale and walking out the door. His composure remaining calm though his irritation was evident if one would notice the twitch in his left eye and cheek.

Having acquired the goods of his plans he set out towards the training fields set up for shinobi. Climbing up a small hill he sat beneath a tree and retrieved his blank bomb tags and a paintbrush and ink. Laying a senbon at the top and bottom of each bomb tag he wet his brush and began writing a symbol upon each tag. The kanji he wrote out read "Burning Rain" and he then proceeded to attach two of them to two of his kunai, the others he stashed away in his pouch. Smiling broadly he picked up his newly formed tagged kunai and juggled it in the air a few times before darting backwards away from the tree swinging his arms quickly to loose the kunai with a sharp force into the trunk of the tree. He watched as the kunai sailed through the air and the tag flapped vividly and quickly but not to the point one couldn't see the kanji written upon the tag. He smiled coldly and retrieved his materials before turning towards the field below the hill. Running his gaze across the field he stopped at the small pond near the edge used for chakra control training. He nodded to himself and began a quick dash, just to get his blood pumping, to the waters edge. His mind excited to finally try out his new jutsu as he looked out over the water from the bed he stood upon. He allowed his mind to clear and began weaving hand seals focusing his chakra. Once the final handsign was forged the water began to mist over as a thick fog rolled over the waters surface coating it in a dreary grey. A smirk touched Sigan's lips as Hidden Mist Jutsu was a complete success. From there he wasn't through yet. He quickly began weaving as fast as he could a new series of handseals before taking a large breath and spitting up 10 little balls of water that shot out into the mist causing the fog to leave a streak visible for a minute where the water bullets shot through. A wider grin emerged on his face. He had also put the finishing touches on Water Style: Water Bullet Gunshot it seems. A sigh of accomplishment was made and Sigan sat down at the waters edge and watched the mist waiting for it to fade away.

(1444 words for 7 stat points and 14 jp)

As the moisture dissipated Sigan turned his gaze about the training grounds and stood. After a moment of breathing exercises he created the Tiger seal and held form focusing his chakra throughout his body focusing on his sensory skill. He extended his mind outwards to touch all those within a 30 meter radius. He felt the pulse of shinobi whom bore into the 30 meters but was unable to discern who they were. It mattered not to him at the moment as he pinpointed their local. He watched them for a time as his eyes flickered back and forth behind his eyelids. His breathing was calm and collective as he held his focus reaching out and touching mentally the chakra masses that entered his area. He watched the chakra sources move with a kind of simplicity as a child would admire an ant bed. He waited without emotion, just watching their movements as long as they remained within 30 meters of him. Sigan smiled to himself though kept his face lucid and free of emotion. His "eyes" viewed the sources with apathy, not even gathering data from the forms. He just wanted to calmly observe their life. He could not tell much from his observation but he found it relieving to view from a distance as if life had been put on hold and all that mattered were the splashes of blue moving about the training grounds. He allowed his mind to drift off and flow into a state of being between the dreamworld and reality. He found requiem in the notion and proceeded to smile, this time visibly. He began imagining what the chakra splashes were doing or saying and began a funny game of creating scenarios for the movements of the chakra. He focused on a particular chakra source that was running upwards. He knew it was a tree climbing session but he began to picture a man tossing large boulders down and waiting to see if the ninja would dodge or be "hit". Unfortunately the chakra source nin was not playing the game too so it would seem the shinobi would reach a point in the air before falling downwards. Knowing the shinobi had reached the height of his training he moved his focus elsewhere. Unfortunately...the other shinobi had left his range and left him to stand there with no chakra forces anywhere within the 30 meter radius. A shame but he wouldn't take it to heart as he sat down and maintained his focus hoping for the return of one of his entertainment shows. Serenity was all that was felt as he drifted between realms waiting, just waiting, for anyone to approach.

(447/1000 Sensory Training/ 2 chakra stat points, as well as 4 jp)

The air thickened as Sigan maintained his visual. A new chakra blur had finally appeared before his mind's "eye". The signal began as a ranged blur but grew to a large splash. The source was heading his way...Opening one eye physically he observed a shinobi approaching. He showed no form of interest or any manner of recognition other than the single eye tracking his movements. The Kumo shinobi showed no interest in Sigan yet he maintained his course which, unless stopped, would cause the nin to walk right-

(forgive me im typing this on a PSP and it only alots so many letters before it prevents me from adding more. Continued) over Sigan's sitting form. As the shinobi drew near Sigan lowered the tiger seal, letting a hand slide across the grass casually but in reality the hand moved into a position to quickly retrieve and throw one of his tools. This shinobi may be from Kumogakure but as he wasn't a natural born citizen, he had met predjudice in the past. As the shinobi arrived within 10 meters of Sigan his -

"Minds eye" shown him to be a large bright blur. The chakra was simple and no different from any other shinobi he had encountered. The face of the man showed very little though his eyes shown bright. Once he reached five meters distance he stopped. His voice was cheerful as he spoke, "Hello. I noticed you out here all alone and was curious if you were waiting for someone." The voice may have appeared pleasant but as Sigan studied Psychology in one of his scrolls at home he recognized the hidden meaning of

"What are you doing out here and why are you observing Kumo ninja practicing". Sigan knew the man was merely maintaining his village pride by staying alert. Sure Sigan probably looked suspicious but that did not mean his own pride took the sting. His answer and composure hid his emotions well though. Similar to what one would call an emotional mask, Sigan opened both eyes maintaining a feel for any other chakra sources that may approach, he spoke softly, "I am merely enjoying a relaxing meditation after a

brief training session. Do we seem to be having a problem?". Though the words came out calmly a well skilled shinobi who knew about hidden meanings could catch the icey underlying tone. Obviously this shinobi either didnt, or he refused to acknowledge it. Instead he shook his head and gave a kurt nod farewell saying "No, you may carry on." the reluctance in his voice evident as he turned and walked to a couple kunoichi sparring at the other end of the field, and that was out of Sigan's chakra range.

(431+447=878/1000 Sesory skill training. 431 WC= 2 stat Points and 4 jp. May be off a word or two since im on my PSP and manually counted)

Irritated by the interruption Sigan stood and began to dash around the pond maintaining his chakra senses as he flickered through a few hand seals only to spit up more water bullets which he shot into the water. His breathing began to grow short as he turned out to dash across the water sending a small amount of chakra to his soles allowing him to remain above the waters surface. Once he reached the opposite end, Sigan darted into the air landing smoothly on a tree limb 10 meters from the pond.

Hooking a finger in his scarf he lowered it to expose his mouth, allowing his pant to resound into the fresh moist air. He began to feel the tug off his training upon his stamina so he mentally noted another five minutes until lunch. Closing his eyes Sigan stretched his view to its limits focusing on a longer distance. After a sluggish pull of strain he began to "see" farther. He could feel those kunoichi sparring. Their chakra was calm blue and more distinguished. Normally Sigan could only see a splash of