A unique method, from a Unique warrior.(P.)

He often wonders if he's actually human, or if he's something else, he's not seen anyone else capable of doing the things he's capable of and very few people can even make theories about his abilities or even pin-point where he came from. Kumogakure was much of the same, but people were less...afraid of him there, rather..wary, he's an odd one even among most Shinobi, after he's been seen slowly dissolving scraps of metal in his mouth while thinking deeply or reading.
He's had long nights of restless sleep, where a horrific voice calls out to him, and monstrosities reach from him endlessly with fleshy twisted hands..These feelings and nightmares have only increased since he came here to Hoshigakure, he's simply felt uncomfortable here, despite it being rather safe and the facilities more than accommodating..The looks are starting to bother him.
He can't fly here, outside of the training ground that is, and the nails hanging from his lips draw looks that he can't quite name, or perhaps he simply doesn't want to. He's lived in a Shinobi village his entire life, he's used to those thinking him strange, but the sudden introduction to prejudice and hatred is a jarring thing to him...
And because he'd rather not deal with it, he's simply thrown himself into training, exploring his abilities and the possibilities that he can't quite find a limit to, as long as he does his research...Though the practice is much, much more satisfying.

His goggles are down to shield his eyes as the wind splits around him, parted hair being blown back as he rockets over the training field, making a long clockwise circle which steadily becomes tighter and tighter, the young Metal Boy picking up speed as the circle closes, as he descends and then suddenly...With an impressive show of dexterity and control, he cuts off the flow of flames from his transformed legs, and bends his knee's up to his chest, his arms sticking straight up as he performs a single flip in the air, to go from horizontal, to having his feet facing the ground, the rockets burst to life once more and with a mighty roar and a spiral he's shot straight upwards! He cork-screws upwards high into the sky before he ceases his ascent, legs and arms spreading out slightly to slow himself into a hover, his eyes, hidden behind his yellow tinted goggles scan the area, before his legs sway backwards and he rockets downwards into the deep forest, his left arm shifting, panels rising and flipping back along his arm, his hand vanishing and blue matte steel, widened to a two foot thick diameter tubing, followed by a grey barrel would reveal itself...
His buster gun roars to life as he bobs and weaves through the tree's, performing aileron rolls and spiraling up and down as his arm whips from left, to right, to up and down, diagnol, and even upside down briefly. The crack of blasts being fired from the barrel of the sophisticated weapon would resound throughout the forest at targets, set up in several strategic area's are destroyed by the yellow balls of energy which leave the barrel of his Buster Gun as he rockets past the tree's in a combination of flight, reactionary and target training.
It's something that has never lost it's novelty, the ability to fly..To rocket past obstacles that most would find rather detrimental, to be able to hover up above danger and rain his attacks down on those without another option but to attempt to dodge...He's begun to appreciate the simple concept of 'Shock and Awe' which is surprisingly effective against his peers who have asked him to spar in the past.
Raining a barrage of his Buster Shots down as he flies above the battle-field is a tactic he's favored, something he's found even Genin further into their career have trouble attempting to figure out. Though, he's trying to keep himself from growing complacent, as he refuses to simply have one trick at his disposal, lest it become a crutch that would end up crippling his ability to think outside of the box, a skill that is absolutely vital to his specific skillset gifted to him by his bloodline. And so he continues to rocket through his flight and target area, graciously set up for him by the Shinobi of the academy after he asked for assistance...Though he didn't expect to be going through targets so quickly, perhaps they believed he'd be using kunai to hit the targets? While always an option, his main weapon of choice is his Buster Gun..Though some kunai are always useful when he's attempting to conserve himself and his chakra. What is he exactly? No clan's have ever had the abilities he can use, and he can find no books that speak of a Clan who can transform themselves as he does...Though some are rather close.

These thoughts have been slipping into his mind more and more as he continues to train in this City blessed by the Stars, he feels so out of place, as he imagines quite a few Shinobi do, but this has spurred on a yearning to belong he's always had dulled by the people of Kumogakure and their kindness and acceptance of a powerful new bloodline, no matter where it came from.
That is not the case here, even well established and respected families find prejudice here, they can't even seem to find the weight to get their Compounds set up, it's just strange to a boy who has spent his entire life inside of a Shinobi Super-Power, which Hoshigakure is supposed to have become...
He performs another roll through the air and his body leans forward as he tucks his knee's up to his chest, the flames erupting from the constructs his legs have become beginning to thin out as he nears the ground, hovering above it for a moment before the flames cut off entirely, and his legs shift, panels opening and contorting as his feet and legs return, and he lands smoothly upon his feet. He stands up straight, his arm returning to normal as well before he grasps the side of his goggles and raises them up to his forehead, his gas-mask being pulled down to dangle around his neck, which allows his wild silver hair to burst free from it's previous confinements. He glances back over his shoulder red eyes scanning over the scorch marks, lips curling into a small frown at the sight of the several targets he actually missed...
He's still not quite used to firing as he passes, rather than from above, which he's been attempting to perfect for several weeks now in private. He's managed to perfect his control of his flight patterns, but now he needs to master the ability to fight with his flight patterns. 

He sighs and turns, beginning a slow walk back to his starting point, crimson hues somber as his eyes trail along the green where in his mind...There should be a mountainous region, with an Older teammate and a Powerful teacher waiting for him, but instead..He finds nothing at the end of his trek.
And so the boy with a Will of Steel forged onward, path clouded by dark and doubt.

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