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Ryo : 8000
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It had been a couple of days since Kozata had learned how to work the great fireball jutsu, and he was getting bored already. Sure, throwing hot balls of fire around could be fun for a while, but you couldn’t use them in the village that much, that was for sure. People had property here, and he was obligated to preserve it rather than burn it to the ground. So for a while, he had used the rocks outside of Kiri to do his fireball practicing, but that got pretty tedious after a while. He knew that he had learned the technique and got it right.
Fewer people were calling him “loser”, now, which was just fine and dandy, but what was he to do now? Sure, he could just look to the library again for more inspiration, but doing so over and over against would most likely take the joy away from it and send that activity, at the very least, into an ever-descending self-devouring spiral of monotony. No, Kozata didn’t want that kind of a gray life. He wanted to do something new, something exciting. Now, he could always buy some weapons and practice with those, but his budget was pretty limited.
That meant no playing around with swords or kunai or amazing explosive tags for him. He sighed and sat up from his slump on a park bench. A few jokes concerning the park bench and various people of the town passed through his head, until he realized how much time he was wasting. Well, if he was going to think about things, he may as well do it while working out. He reluctantly stood up, stretching and yawning. He gazed around the park, which was mostly empty. Here and there, a few birds were pecking at whatever they pecked at on the ground.
He set his view down the track that wound around the park, then took off at an easy jog, loping along as he did. The air was misty and a little chilly, but it didn’t matter to him much. He enjoyed these nice, easy exercises, and spurned the heavy workouts that some of those fitness buffs sometimes displayed publicly. What arrogance, what hubris. Kozata got annoyed just thinking about it. If you were going to work out, he mulled, don’t flaunt your abs so everyone can admire them. That’s disgusting for sure. He rounded the last bend and came to a halt.
He straightened himself out, and frowned. He hadn’t thought of any overt way to alleviate his boredom. Must he resort to hedonism and such to inspire him? He sure hoped not, that might ruin his reputation and performance as a ninja. He had already come this far, no need to destroy things now. But if not that, then what to do? Well, he could, as they said, “sleep on it”. He had cast aside his habit of mid-day naps, and wondered if perhaps that was the cause of his recent mental inability to entertain himself.
Kozata was just about to go home and sleep, when the mansion spoke up.
Well, if that wasn’t creepy, Kozata didn’t know what was. It was also timely. Well, he hadn’t dabbled in the mansion’s powers for quite some time (for indeed, he knew that the mansion had some kind of weird, dark power), and thought it might be fun to try it for today. Little did he know that beginning drug and alcohol addicts make the exact same excuse to themselves.
Regardless of similarities in thought, this power’s sheer repulsiveness (and so far, lack of increasing returns) had somewhat disenchanted the idea of it being a sustainable power source. But of course, Kozata knew that it was somehow linked to that doujutsu of his, which actually helped from time to time. The extra capacity that it gave him made training occasionally much easier than it normally would have been, and for that he was grateful. Well, he thought, no harm in trying. He supposed that re-entering into communication with the mansion wouldn’t damage his psyche, as the mansion resided there in the first place and didn’t want to make itself (himself?) less comfortable.
So, he asked the inner weird voice, what have you got for me today? Make it interesting, boyo, or I’ll ignore you for the rest of the day. He hoped that his false and sudden bossiness would impress the mansion, but to no avail.
Well, Kozata noted, the mansion seemed to be able to read his mind. Was it something externally placed there when he was young, or was it something his mind had produced?
The mansion didn’t answer this particular query, so Kozata moved on. Well then, what was it he was going to do? After all, that was why the mansion had interrupted his walk back home, was it not?
Well, that was stupid. Hadn’t he just been going there?
Stupid redundant mansion. He could picture it now, with its smug….. columns (what style were they in, anyway? They seemed to be different every time he looked at them), and its cruel doorways (or were they seductively inviting? Such was power, he thought).
He made his way home, and finally, there he was in his bedroom. Well, what was it the mansion wanted now?
Well, that wasn’t hard to do. Kozata closed his eyes, concentrating. Well, his capacity for chakra seemed to have expanded recently, if not by much. Maybe… about twelve percent? Still, it was something. The more his chakra grew, the stronger the mansion seemed to get as well. He still wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet. He felt the energy swell up, looking for a place to go.
The Dark Pulse? There wasn’t any reason to, other than training. However, he had to give a nod to the astuteness of the mansion in this aspect, as there weren’t any other people around in his house. This mean that the Dark Pulse wouldn’t interfere with anyone else’s training. Well, as the mansion reminded him, it was also so that the Dark Pulse wouldn’t be revealed to anyone. If the higher ups got wind of his “special talents”, then he would get involved in politics, which he was bad at.
He shot off a small Dark Pulse, the shade chakra shooting out from him before dissipating. He felt… wrong… when he used that move. Like he was cutting off a piece of the mansion and offering it up or something like that. It was creepy, and he didn’t like it. However, if it made him stronger over time, then maybe it was worth it… Regardless, he felt the dip in his chakra slightly. He frowned. So dark jutsus like this one took both his chakra and the chakra of the mansion? That made no sense, if this technique was as powerful as the mansion said it was.
Yeah, that was pretty hard to do, considering what the mansion had asked of him since the beginning. Well, he had made a deal with it, and Kozata wasn’t one to back out of such things. Now that he had performed the dark pulse, the mansion had him take a different stance on things. He felt the concentration on his chakra shifting slightly. And with that, he was cast back into his mindscape, to the walls outside of the “mansion”. Oh no, he thought. Not this again.
Before him, he found an altar. Not quite made of stone, not quite made of metal. He stepped up to it, noting its smooth, almost reflective surface, which was engraved with a symbol of an eye. How strange, he thought, as he examined it. Then, he heard it. The command from the mansion.
Oh. That’s what the altar was for. Kozata hesitated. What would happen if he did? Was this some kind of trap? He mused a bit, remembering that the mansion had offered him nothing but power so far. It had never actually really hurt him…
In that moment, he made a decision. He had been right to trust the mansion so far, and so far everything had gone fine. So he placed his hands on the altar, one on each side of the eye. And with that, he GAVE his chakra to the altar, to the being to whom that altar was dedicated. He didn’t know the mansion’s name yet, but someday he would work up the courage to ask the question of the being. As of right now, though, he was afraid to do so, as a result of the influence the mansion had over him.
In that instant, the altar OPENED. The whole object split in a perfect line bilaterally, and the two halves pivoted, spinning and vanishing. Into the whole that remained, Kozata fell, the normal scream that he would have given completely effaced by the surprise and darkness of the moment. He closed his eyes, feeling betrayed. So the mansion had chosen a time when he was most vulnerable in his boredom to trap him. Teasing his mind with a well-built altar, the mysterious eye. His own inner personality had trapped him in this hole now… or was it really a hole? Something was up here…
He opened his eyes. Then, he saw it. Before his brain even recognized what had happened, he saw the symbolism. The eye on that altar had basically opened. In essence, he had opened a channel between himself and the mansion, some kind of chakra pathway. As he opened his eyes, he found that his point of view had been shifted back into the real world. He gasped for air, and found it aplenty in his abode. “Whew!” That was quite the weird experience. Every time he found something new from the mansion, he was always a little awed afterwards.
So what had the mansion given him now? Kozata was curious to discover the nature of this new chakra channel. After some introspection, he found that he had replenished the mansion’s power using his own chakra. So, this was how he was able to keep casting dark jutsu on the battlefield. Certainly, this would come in handy. It provided him with a lifeline to his “special talents”, which he expected would eventually come into more use than his other techniques, such as the great fireball and fire stream jutsus. Well, he was certainly thankful for this new skill.
Kozata punched the air in victory, while the mansion gave off a pleased humming emanation. It was rare to see them both in such congruous moods. In fact, this had been the first time in quite a while. Months, perhaps? Maybe this was the first time in forever that the two actually felt joy together. Kozata felt so surprised by this that he accidentally gave more of his chakra to the mansion. And here, he found out something important: when he gave chakra to an already-full mansion, the effectivity of the channel’s effects dropped to about fifty percent.
In other words, he should only use this when he actually needed it. The mansion seemed even more pleased at this knowledge. Was that what he liked? Knowledge? Kozata was too lazy to find out at that moment, that was for sure. He sat down on the bed, then a few minutes later, collapsed onto the mattress, his eyes closing in exhaustion. He needed to work on his physical stats more… he was probably a weakling compared to some of those other muscleheads out there. He dreamed of the mansion, and what might be inside… what hidden secrets.
[WC 2000
10 stats
2000/2000 for clarity through the eye of the void]
Fewer people were calling him “loser”, now, which was just fine and dandy, but what was he to do now? Sure, he could just look to the library again for more inspiration, but doing so over and over against would most likely take the joy away from it and send that activity, at the very least, into an ever-descending self-devouring spiral of monotony. No, Kozata didn’t want that kind of a gray life. He wanted to do something new, something exciting. Now, he could always buy some weapons and practice with those, but his budget was pretty limited.
That meant no playing around with swords or kunai or amazing explosive tags for him. He sighed and sat up from his slump on a park bench. A few jokes concerning the park bench and various people of the town passed through his head, until he realized how much time he was wasting. Well, if he was going to think about things, he may as well do it while working out. He reluctantly stood up, stretching and yawning. He gazed around the park, which was mostly empty. Here and there, a few birds were pecking at whatever they pecked at on the ground.
He set his view down the track that wound around the park, then took off at an easy jog, loping along as he did. The air was misty and a little chilly, but it didn’t matter to him much. He enjoyed these nice, easy exercises, and spurned the heavy workouts that some of those fitness buffs sometimes displayed publicly. What arrogance, what hubris. Kozata got annoyed just thinking about it. If you were going to work out, he mulled, don’t flaunt your abs so everyone can admire them. That’s disgusting for sure. He rounded the last bend and came to a halt.
He straightened himself out, and frowned. He hadn’t thought of any overt way to alleviate his boredom. Must he resort to hedonism and such to inspire him? He sure hoped not, that might ruin his reputation and performance as a ninja. He had already come this far, no need to destroy things now. But if not that, then what to do? Well, he could, as they said, “sleep on it”. He had cast aside his habit of mid-day naps, and wondered if perhaps that was the cause of his recent mental inability to entertain himself.
Kozata was just about to go home and sleep, when the mansion spoke up.
Well, if that wasn’t creepy, Kozata didn’t know what was. It was also timely. Well, he hadn’t dabbled in the mansion’s powers for quite some time (for indeed, he knew that the mansion had some kind of weird, dark power), and thought it might be fun to try it for today. Little did he know that beginning drug and alcohol addicts make the exact same excuse to themselves.
Regardless of similarities in thought, this power’s sheer repulsiveness (and so far, lack of increasing returns) had somewhat disenchanted the idea of it being a sustainable power source. But of course, Kozata knew that it was somehow linked to that doujutsu of his, which actually helped from time to time. The extra capacity that it gave him made training occasionally much easier than it normally would have been, and for that he was grateful. Well, he thought, no harm in trying. He supposed that re-entering into communication with the mansion wouldn’t damage his psyche, as the mansion resided there in the first place and didn’t want to make itself (himself?) less comfortable.
So, he asked the inner weird voice, what have you got for me today? Make it interesting, boyo, or I’ll ignore you for the rest of the day. He hoped that his false and sudden bossiness would impress the mansion, but to no avail.
Well, Kozata noted, the mansion seemed to be able to read his mind. Was it something externally placed there when he was young, or was it something his mind had produced?
The mansion didn’t answer this particular query, so Kozata moved on. Well then, what was it he was going to do? After all, that was why the mansion had interrupted his walk back home, was it not?
Well, that was stupid. Hadn’t he just been going there?
Stupid redundant mansion. He could picture it now, with its smug….. columns (what style were they in, anyway? They seemed to be different every time he looked at them), and its cruel doorways (or were they seductively inviting? Such was power, he thought).
He made his way home, and finally, there he was in his bedroom. Well, what was it the mansion wanted now?
Well, that wasn’t hard to do. Kozata closed his eyes, concentrating. Well, his capacity for chakra seemed to have expanded recently, if not by much. Maybe… about twelve percent? Still, it was something. The more his chakra grew, the stronger the mansion seemed to get as well. He still wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing yet. He felt the energy swell up, looking for a place to go.
The Dark Pulse? There wasn’t any reason to, other than training. However, he had to give a nod to the astuteness of the mansion in this aspect, as there weren’t any other people around in his house. This mean that the Dark Pulse wouldn’t interfere with anyone else’s training. Well, as the mansion reminded him, it was also so that the Dark Pulse wouldn’t be revealed to anyone. If the higher ups got wind of his “special talents”, then he would get involved in politics, which he was bad at.
He shot off a small Dark Pulse, the shade chakra shooting out from him before dissipating. He felt… wrong… when he used that move. Like he was cutting off a piece of the mansion and offering it up or something like that. It was creepy, and he didn’t like it. However, if it made him stronger over time, then maybe it was worth it… Regardless, he felt the dip in his chakra slightly. He frowned. So dark jutsus like this one took both his chakra and the chakra of the mansion? That made no sense, if this technique was as powerful as the mansion said it was.
Yeah, that was pretty hard to do, considering what the mansion had asked of him since the beginning. Well, he had made a deal with it, and Kozata wasn’t one to back out of such things. Now that he had performed the dark pulse, the mansion had him take a different stance on things. He felt the concentration on his chakra shifting slightly. And with that, he was cast back into his mindscape, to the walls outside of the “mansion”. Oh no, he thought. Not this again.
Before him, he found an altar. Not quite made of stone, not quite made of metal. He stepped up to it, noting its smooth, almost reflective surface, which was engraved with a symbol of an eye. How strange, he thought, as he examined it. Then, he heard it. The command from the mansion.
Oh. That’s what the altar was for. Kozata hesitated. What would happen if he did? Was this some kind of trap? He mused a bit, remembering that the mansion had offered him nothing but power so far. It had never actually really hurt him…
In that moment, he made a decision. He had been right to trust the mansion so far, and so far everything had gone fine. So he placed his hands on the altar, one on each side of the eye. And with that, he GAVE his chakra to the altar, to the being to whom that altar was dedicated. He didn’t know the mansion’s name yet, but someday he would work up the courage to ask the question of the being. As of right now, though, he was afraid to do so, as a result of the influence the mansion had over him.
In that instant, the altar OPENED. The whole object split in a perfect line bilaterally, and the two halves pivoted, spinning and vanishing. Into the whole that remained, Kozata fell, the normal scream that he would have given completely effaced by the surprise and darkness of the moment. He closed his eyes, feeling betrayed. So the mansion had chosen a time when he was most vulnerable in his boredom to trap him. Teasing his mind with a well-built altar, the mysterious eye. His own inner personality had trapped him in this hole now… or was it really a hole? Something was up here…
He opened his eyes. Then, he saw it. Before his brain even recognized what had happened, he saw the symbolism. The eye on that altar had basically opened. In essence, he had opened a channel between himself and the mansion, some kind of chakra pathway. As he opened his eyes, he found that his point of view had been shifted back into the real world. He gasped for air, and found it aplenty in his abode. “Whew!” That was quite the weird experience. Every time he found something new from the mansion, he was always a little awed afterwards.
So what had the mansion given him now? Kozata was curious to discover the nature of this new chakra channel. After some introspection, he found that he had replenished the mansion’s power using his own chakra. So, this was how he was able to keep casting dark jutsu on the battlefield. Certainly, this would come in handy. It provided him with a lifeline to his “special talents”, which he expected would eventually come into more use than his other techniques, such as the great fireball and fire stream jutsus. Well, he was certainly thankful for this new skill.
Kozata punched the air in victory, while the mansion gave off a pleased humming emanation. It was rare to see them both in such congruous moods. In fact, this had been the first time in quite a while. Months, perhaps? Maybe this was the first time in forever that the two actually felt joy together. Kozata felt so surprised by this that he accidentally gave more of his chakra to the mansion. And here, he found out something important: when he gave chakra to an already-full mansion, the effectivity of the channel’s effects dropped to about fifty percent.
In other words, he should only use this when he actually needed it. The mansion seemed even more pleased at this knowledge. Was that what he liked? Knowledge? Kozata was too lazy to find out at that moment, that was for sure. He sat down on the bed, then a few minutes later, collapsed onto the mattress, his eyes closing in exhaustion. He needed to work on his physical stats more… he was probably a weakling compared to some of those other muscleheads out there. He dreamed of the mansion, and what might be inside… what hidden secrets.
[WC 2000
10 stats
2000/2000 for clarity through the eye of the void]
Akihana AkariCitizen- Stat Page : [url=statpage]Stat Page[/url]
Clan Focus : Ninjutsu
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 223500
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