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Isshin UchihaCitizen
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Sasuto arrived at the Konohagakure Cemetery on an early morning. His hair was a black hue, his bangs going down to his chin on each side of his face. At the top it was slanted to the right, slightly matted down, and spikes of it pointed in the opposite direction. His eyes were lucid, bright sky blue as they always were, with his pigmentation reflecting the moon in a tanned color. On that day something was different, though. That something in particular was his clothing. He wore a black robe with broad and long sleeves, a white belt, and a high collar. He wore black pants and simple shoes beneath. His hands were covered by gloves of the same color of the rest of his apparel. He wasn't here to mourn the death of anyone, but he was curious to see what the place was like.
With the hard falling of the rain, all of the pastel cemented stones were carelessly doused by the fluids falling from the sky, a dull gray defined the sky which was usually azure, and the woodland was unhealthily contoured than it usually was. All in all, the place seemed spooky, but it wasn't that way for him. He discerned the graves one by one, meticulously perceiving the information written upon them. Only a few of them he found out were part of the Uchiha Clan, and those people were weak, from what he'd heard. They were all heroic, though, that's what his brother Nakai told him. Sasuto couldn't place his finger upon what these people had in common. What he ment was why there was a section of graves all bunched together, with the same inauguration. All of the Uchihas that his brother told him about were here, heroic people who loved to protect their family and friends.
Then he understood. This gathering of graves represented those who risked there lives to save others. Optimism was a huge impact upon their determination which allowed those they wanted to save continue to survive, while the person themselves...died. Now Sasuto got it, he knew what most of the officials ment when he heard that saying, "Will of Fire."It was the will to never give up, regardless how tough the situation you were in. Sasuto smiled, looking up at the monochromatic atmospheric barrier as pellets of rain struck his skin lightly. The rain drained off of his face from his chin. He extended his right arm upwards towards the sky, opening his fist into a palm.
The will to never give up...that was exactly what it was. Few people had it, but those few were always proficient at living in the hardest of times. Sasuto wished to become one of those people. He brought himself to his knees, praying upon each of the graves with earnest debut. He recited the story's of the Uchiha cousins of his whom died like true heroes when he reached the grave of a formidable Uchiha clan member. His hands were still clasped together, as he smiled towards each of the graves. He allowed his hand to descend downwards, as it met the top of a grave of one of four dead Uchihas. "I wish I could've met someone as heroic as you guys....."Sasuto murmured, his eyes now dilating and coloring to a crimson hue, three tomoes coming to life, as they stared straight into the focal point of the cemetery.
"I think that after death....you're reincarnated. Maybe I'll meet you and I won't know, maybe I've already met you and didn't know, but...everyone who is part of the Uchiha clan isn't just my cousin, they're my brother, too."Sasuto murmured. He stood up and exhaled slightly, gazing back and taking in the vision of a woman walking in the rain. Actually, not a woman, a teenaged girl. He narrowed his eyes somewhat, and perceived the girl as his younger sister, Sasuna. His right eye declined as his left eyebrow rose within inquiry. "Sasuto?"Sasuna said after recognizing him, she was wearing her usual outfit, a high collared black shirt with short sleeves, arm wrappings, leg wrappings and black shortie shorts.
Her hair was long and spiky, as usual, and her eyes were stormy gray, more intimidating compared to the tempest of rain. "It usually doesn't rain like this, does it?"Sasuto asked in complete irrelevance compared to Sasuna's situation as she spoke, "Mom made me come here to bring you home, she's about to cook."Sasuna said, and Sasuto finally registered what she said, nodding ever so slightly. "Alright, thanks for letting me know, I guess I'm hungry, let's go home."He says. Sasuna nods, and both of them leave the cemetery. Two days post to this event, Sasuto arrived back at the somber scene, his head held low in a cold demeanor. He allowed himself to clamp down upon the mist enveloped asphalt and crossed his legs diligently, before shutting his eyes and allowing himself to concentrate onto the chakra network within him. He needed to incline his proficiency with his secondary element, Lightning, and for some reason he figured a cemetery would be the best place, considering it was very quiet.
The chakra network was imagined by a gathering of strings which formed a pattern, small orbs representing the tenketsu on the outer regions of the sewed together strings of chakra. Within the focal point was a small flame which represented his chakra pool, in a pale azure manner, just as everything else in his chakra system was. The tenketsu and strings that represented the incorporeal ambience parted away from the sphere in the center of his healthy physique, and poured outwards into the blood flow of his body. He prayed upon those who'd died here, and hoped they'd rested in peace. A smile inaugurated itself upon his face by force as his eyes were shut, making his concentration much easier. After weaving a handseal which was the former repesentative for the Lightning element, like the Tiger handseal being known as a Fire element seal, he allowed either side of his perspiring hand to meet, then cupped his slender fingers, allowing himself to form a bowl like shape with his hands.
After doing so, he allowed his chakra to flow directly into his hands, and as it did so, once leaving his pores as a still inconceivably molecule like exuberance which was invisible to the naked eye, but not to him, he allowed the chakra to knead itself into the form of a crackling spark of white-ish blue formation. His eyes awakened from their downtime, discerning the prescence of Lightning Release chakra in his grasp. He poured more chakra into it, but his lack of mastery over the element caused the extra chakra, and the chakra he'd successfully kneaded, to revert from their current states and return to his spiritual body. He grumbled at his failure, but it didn't bother him, much, that is. He stripped himself of his headband, gazing down at the finely carved shape which was Konohagakure's famous symbol for it's village, relative to the design of a leaf, but abstracted. On either side of the end of the metallic plate with the carving of Konohagakure's symbol, there were three small circles. The upper circle had a barely perceivable W in it, the middle having a O, and the bottom having a F. He remembered Mizunae carved this into his headband, to help him understand how these people were so loving towards the village.
WOF, he couldn't put his finger on it at first. Then he thought about "Will of Fire", and realized it was the abbreviation. The other side had the same. He figured that the Hokage intended to do this to all contemporary headbands, but he wasn't completely sure. He allowed a plume of chakra to flow directly into the center of his palms again, kneading it into Lightning after it left his inner body with expertise and great timing. Sparks reveberated at the slightest movement of Sasuto's, which didn't surprise him at all. As he managed to concentrate more chakra into his hand, and successfully knead it to go along with the pattern of the already kneaded chakra, the Lightning brightened up.
The sparks broadened extensively, whihc made him smile, as they began to flicker, static electricity coming into process. He clasped his hands together, allowing a tenor of white effervescence with a cobalt tone to inaugurate itself around his hands. Small bolts of electricity danced along the skin of his arms, but since it wasn't actual electricity it did not harm him. He clenched his teeth in determination, allowing the sparks to broaden once more and become more illuminated. He stood there for half an hour, attempting to knead more and more of the chakra. But as he went on, it became harder each time he tried to add more chakra and knead it. The electricity suddenly darkened, and faded away, which exasperated the boy.
"Oh well..."Sasuto murmured to himself. He allowed his hands to clasp together once more, opening into a cup shape between either palm of his. With precise concentration, a flame rose up and then vanished. Suddenly, a burst of chakra from his hands allowed a massive flame to rise and remain for ten seconds, before he allowed it to vanish by force. He put his arms at his side and thought about what he'd do. He took his departure from the Konoha Cemetery in search of something else in store.
Upon finding his way back to the Konohagakure no Sato Training Grounds, at least one of them, he looked towards the timberland which surrounded the precinct. After using a radio to contact his brother, he and his brother began to set up an obstacle course within the forest, which was off limits to most people unless they paid 500 Ryo, which Sasuto had taken care of a long time ago. He placed Makibashi upon the lining of the tree trunks, exploding tags on the edge of tree branches, tripwires nearly everywhere with sets of kunai, exploding kunai, shurikens and fuuma shurikens as traps that would be triggered upon a tripwire being stricken by the foot, and even smoke bombs hidden within incisions placed upon tree branches.
Sasuto stood outside of the forest, his Sharingan would allow him to precognatively see the attacks and their steps before they meet their destination, him, but wouldn't allow him to visualize the chakra patterns, due to the fact that all these ninja tools did not have chakra embedded. He grunted, allowing his eyes to smolder, transforming into a crimson tone rather than their normal bright sky blue. Three tomoes materialized from out of nowhere in each eye, and upon the countdown from 3 to 1 being shouted loud and clear, Sasuto hurtled off into the forest. He bounded off the earth, where he could just barely spot out a tripwire. With a sideways cartwheel into the air, he landed upon a tree, then quickly leaped off, the detonation of an exploding tag being heard from behind, blowing him forth towards a stacking of Makibashi.
Sasuto allowed himself to descend, his hands clasping at the treetops as he swung himself up, somersaulting downwards and landing beside an exploding tag. He widened his eyes as he looked at it burning, and then cartwheeled sideways off the branch, his feet landing inbetween the two stackings of Makibashi on the lining of the tree trunk. He huffed, the obstacle course having already exhausted him, showing him that he really needed to get better stamina before he started doing serious missions or before he got a team. He memorized something about the setup of this obstacle course, and then it was clear, the edges of the tree branches had no weapons, only tripwires, which he'd be able to perceive with ease.
He hopped off the tree trunk and landed on the edge of a tree branch, right where a smoke bomb was. A plume of smoke caused him to cough on misery, and without a sense of direction he catapulted himself from the massive blast of smoke and tumbled down onto a broad tree branch. He stood up, and was about to leap when he was tripped by a steel wire. From left and right, a flurry of shurikens and kunai shot forth. On the left, the shurikens closed in towards him, but utilizing his left fuuinjutsu armband, that was countered by a spinning Fuuma Shuriken which deflected all of the smaller shurikens to random directions as it twirled sideways. With proficiency, he keenly saw a shuriken fly towards the bunching of kunai knives, and already had a great guess of what to do. With inconceivable timing, he flicked an exploding kunai knife, in which the focal point of the exploding tag attached was lacerated. A clean detonation destroyed the kunai knives, and the shurikens flying in random directions detonated some exploding tags up ahead.
(2168 words worth of training for the Will of Fire skill, and 10 stats.)
With the hard falling of the rain, all of the pastel cemented stones were carelessly doused by the fluids falling from the sky, a dull gray defined the sky which was usually azure, and the woodland was unhealthily contoured than it usually was. All in all, the place seemed spooky, but it wasn't that way for him. He discerned the graves one by one, meticulously perceiving the information written upon them. Only a few of them he found out were part of the Uchiha Clan, and those people were weak, from what he'd heard. They were all heroic, though, that's what his brother Nakai told him. Sasuto couldn't place his finger upon what these people had in common. What he ment was why there was a section of graves all bunched together, with the same inauguration. All of the Uchihas that his brother told him about were here, heroic people who loved to protect their family and friends.
Then he understood. This gathering of graves represented those who risked there lives to save others. Optimism was a huge impact upon their determination which allowed those they wanted to save continue to survive, while the person themselves...died. Now Sasuto got it, he knew what most of the officials ment when he heard that saying, "Will of Fire."It was the will to never give up, regardless how tough the situation you were in. Sasuto smiled, looking up at the monochromatic atmospheric barrier as pellets of rain struck his skin lightly. The rain drained off of his face from his chin. He extended his right arm upwards towards the sky, opening his fist into a palm.
The will to never give up...that was exactly what it was. Few people had it, but those few were always proficient at living in the hardest of times. Sasuto wished to become one of those people. He brought himself to his knees, praying upon each of the graves with earnest debut. He recited the story's of the Uchiha cousins of his whom died like true heroes when he reached the grave of a formidable Uchiha clan member. His hands were still clasped together, as he smiled towards each of the graves. He allowed his hand to descend downwards, as it met the top of a grave of one of four dead Uchihas. "I wish I could've met someone as heroic as you guys....."Sasuto murmured, his eyes now dilating and coloring to a crimson hue, three tomoes coming to life, as they stared straight into the focal point of the cemetery.
"I think that after death....you're reincarnated. Maybe I'll meet you and I won't know, maybe I've already met you and didn't know, but...everyone who is part of the Uchiha clan isn't just my cousin, they're my brother, too."Sasuto murmured. He stood up and exhaled slightly, gazing back and taking in the vision of a woman walking in the rain. Actually, not a woman, a teenaged girl. He narrowed his eyes somewhat, and perceived the girl as his younger sister, Sasuna. His right eye declined as his left eyebrow rose within inquiry. "Sasuto?"Sasuna said after recognizing him, she was wearing her usual outfit, a high collared black shirt with short sleeves, arm wrappings, leg wrappings and black shortie shorts.
Her hair was long and spiky, as usual, and her eyes were stormy gray, more intimidating compared to the tempest of rain. "It usually doesn't rain like this, does it?"Sasuto asked in complete irrelevance compared to Sasuna's situation as she spoke, "Mom made me come here to bring you home, she's about to cook."Sasuna said, and Sasuto finally registered what she said, nodding ever so slightly. "Alright, thanks for letting me know, I guess I'm hungry, let's go home."He says. Sasuna nods, and both of them leave the cemetery. Two days post to this event, Sasuto arrived back at the somber scene, his head held low in a cold demeanor. He allowed himself to clamp down upon the mist enveloped asphalt and crossed his legs diligently, before shutting his eyes and allowing himself to concentrate onto the chakra network within him. He needed to incline his proficiency with his secondary element, Lightning, and for some reason he figured a cemetery would be the best place, considering it was very quiet.
The chakra network was imagined by a gathering of strings which formed a pattern, small orbs representing the tenketsu on the outer regions of the sewed together strings of chakra. Within the focal point was a small flame which represented his chakra pool, in a pale azure manner, just as everything else in his chakra system was. The tenketsu and strings that represented the incorporeal ambience parted away from the sphere in the center of his healthy physique, and poured outwards into the blood flow of his body. He prayed upon those who'd died here, and hoped they'd rested in peace. A smile inaugurated itself upon his face by force as his eyes were shut, making his concentration much easier. After weaving a handseal which was the former repesentative for the Lightning element, like the Tiger handseal being known as a Fire element seal, he allowed either side of his perspiring hand to meet, then cupped his slender fingers, allowing himself to form a bowl like shape with his hands.
After doing so, he allowed his chakra to flow directly into his hands, and as it did so, once leaving his pores as a still inconceivably molecule like exuberance which was invisible to the naked eye, but not to him, he allowed the chakra to knead itself into the form of a crackling spark of white-ish blue formation. His eyes awakened from their downtime, discerning the prescence of Lightning Release chakra in his grasp. He poured more chakra into it, but his lack of mastery over the element caused the extra chakra, and the chakra he'd successfully kneaded, to revert from their current states and return to his spiritual body. He grumbled at his failure, but it didn't bother him, much, that is. He stripped himself of his headband, gazing down at the finely carved shape which was Konohagakure's famous symbol for it's village, relative to the design of a leaf, but abstracted. On either side of the end of the metallic plate with the carving of Konohagakure's symbol, there were three small circles. The upper circle had a barely perceivable W in it, the middle having a O, and the bottom having a F. He remembered Mizunae carved this into his headband, to help him understand how these people were so loving towards the village.
WOF, he couldn't put his finger on it at first. Then he thought about "Will of Fire", and realized it was the abbreviation. The other side had the same. He figured that the Hokage intended to do this to all contemporary headbands, but he wasn't completely sure. He allowed a plume of chakra to flow directly into the center of his palms again, kneading it into Lightning after it left his inner body with expertise and great timing. Sparks reveberated at the slightest movement of Sasuto's, which didn't surprise him at all. As he managed to concentrate more chakra into his hand, and successfully knead it to go along with the pattern of the already kneaded chakra, the Lightning brightened up.
The sparks broadened extensively, whihc made him smile, as they began to flicker, static electricity coming into process. He clasped his hands together, allowing a tenor of white effervescence with a cobalt tone to inaugurate itself around his hands. Small bolts of electricity danced along the skin of his arms, but since it wasn't actual electricity it did not harm him. He clenched his teeth in determination, allowing the sparks to broaden once more and become more illuminated. He stood there for half an hour, attempting to knead more and more of the chakra. But as he went on, it became harder each time he tried to add more chakra and knead it. The electricity suddenly darkened, and faded away, which exasperated the boy.
"Oh well..."Sasuto murmured to himself. He allowed his hands to clasp together once more, opening into a cup shape between either palm of his. With precise concentration, a flame rose up and then vanished. Suddenly, a burst of chakra from his hands allowed a massive flame to rise and remain for ten seconds, before he allowed it to vanish by force. He put his arms at his side and thought about what he'd do. He took his departure from the Konoha Cemetery in search of something else in store.
Upon finding his way back to the Konohagakure no Sato Training Grounds, at least one of them, he looked towards the timberland which surrounded the precinct. After using a radio to contact his brother, he and his brother began to set up an obstacle course within the forest, which was off limits to most people unless they paid 500 Ryo, which Sasuto had taken care of a long time ago. He placed Makibashi upon the lining of the tree trunks, exploding tags on the edge of tree branches, tripwires nearly everywhere with sets of kunai, exploding kunai, shurikens and fuuma shurikens as traps that would be triggered upon a tripwire being stricken by the foot, and even smoke bombs hidden within incisions placed upon tree branches.
Sasuto stood outside of the forest, his Sharingan would allow him to precognatively see the attacks and their steps before they meet their destination, him, but wouldn't allow him to visualize the chakra patterns, due to the fact that all these ninja tools did not have chakra embedded. He grunted, allowing his eyes to smolder, transforming into a crimson tone rather than their normal bright sky blue. Three tomoes materialized from out of nowhere in each eye, and upon the countdown from 3 to 1 being shouted loud and clear, Sasuto hurtled off into the forest. He bounded off the earth, where he could just barely spot out a tripwire. With a sideways cartwheel into the air, he landed upon a tree, then quickly leaped off, the detonation of an exploding tag being heard from behind, blowing him forth towards a stacking of Makibashi.
Sasuto allowed himself to descend, his hands clasping at the treetops as he swung himself up, somersaulting downwards and landing beside an exploding tag. He widened his eyes as he looked at it burning, and then cartwheeled sideways off the branch, his feet landing inbetween the two stackings of Makibashi on the lining of the tree trunk. He huffed, the obstacle course having already exhausted him, showing him that he really needed to get better stamina before he started doing serious missions or before he got a team. He memorized something about the setup of this obstacle course, and then it was clear, the edges of the tree branches had no weapons, only tripwires, which he'd be able to perceive with ease.
He hopped off the tree trunk and landed on the edge of a tree branch, right where a smoke bomb was. A plume of smoke caused him to cough on misery, and without a sense of direction he catapulted himself from the massive blast of smoke and tumbled down onto a broad tree branch. He stood up, and was about to leap when he was tripped by a steel wire. From left and right, a flurry of shurikens and kunai shot forth. On the left, the shurikens closed in towards him, but utilizing his left fuuinjutsu armband, that was countered by a spinning Fuuma Shuriken which deflected all of the smaller shurikens to random directions as it twirled sideways. With proficiency, he keenly saw a shuriken fly towards the bunching of kunai knives, and already had a great guess of what to do. With inconceivable timing, he flicked an exploding kunai knife, in which the focal point of the exploding tag attached was lacerated. A clean detonation destroyed the kunai knives, and the shurikens flying in random directions detonated some exploding tags up ahead.
(2168 words worth of training for the Will of Fire skill, and 10 stats.)
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