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Clan Focus : Space/Time
Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 0
Yurei learns Transformation Technique
Mon May 15, 2017 11:56 pm
Yurei’s eyes fluttered as sunlight reached his face. The morning sun rose over the horizon in an explosion of orange, red, and pink color. The birds drifted off in the sky, and pink swirls of cotton candy greeted the rising sun. The bountiful stars were replaced with warm light, and the trees and grass erupted with vibrant green color. Yurei yawned, awakened by the smell of grilled fish and boiling rice.
The pale boy leapt from his bed, and he was greeted by a cold draft and a cold floor. The academy student rushed to grab his kimono and bury himself in it, but the allure of enticing aromas was too great for his will.
As Yurei rushed toward the smell, he nearly ran into his father, almost smashing his nose in.
“Woah, there,” his father said, smiling down at Yurei. “Why such the rush?”
Yurei’s father, Roshi, was a tall man. His skin was fair and his hair, typical of most Uchiha, was incredibly dark, jet black. He had a commanding, yet loving presence. That was something Yurei took mostly comfort in, despite his constant training at the academy despite his father’s disapproval.
Yurei thought before speaking. In truth, he wanted to hurry up, eat, and then go learn a new jutsu: the transformation technique. Yurei had been learning about it in class, and the genin exams were coming up fairly soon.
“The food just smells so good, father!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
“It better,” a voice called from the kitchen. “I’ve been slaving over it for hours while you’ve been asleep, mister,” the feminine voice called out. It was warm, comforting, and security. A lighter version of Yurei’s father in a way. It was the voice of his mother.
Yurei chuckled at his mother’s comments, “I’m sorry!” he yelled, still grinning. “You know how I like to stay out later, now, Mother!”
She peaked around the corner and smiled. His mother, Takia, was thin, tall, had darker skin than her husband, but equally dark hair. “Come on and eat, Yurei! I know you want to hurry up and head out.”
Yurei nodded at her remarks. She knew her sun well. Yurei looked up at his father’s dark eyes and smiled warmly, receiving a head rub in return.
The breakfast prepared by his mother was short lived, albeit delicious, but Yurei’s schedule demanded more. The young boy remarked on the deliciousness of the meal and made his journey outside, leaving his parents in doors holding one another.
“What do you think he does all day,” Takia asked her husband.
Roshi brought her closer to him, holding her arm with his. “I’ve watched him a few times. He usually just goes around the town, helping out the villagers.”
“You don’t think he’s…. do you?”
“No. He wouldn’t do that to us or himself. Not with the other villagers.”
Yurei made his way across the streets. It was still early, around 8 AM, so few people were still awake. It was perfect. Yurei turned to go into a small patch of forestry just outside the ninja academy. The boy flicked his hair out of his eyes and reached into his satchel, again retrieving his plastic-laced binder. Only now did he realize that this binder’s very existence could ruin him if his father found out. Was becoming a shinobi worth that to him?
Yurei thought for a moment. Yes. It had to be. He retrieved his bamboo shoulder pads and placed them atop his shoulders, then he retrieved his bamboo sandals. He was ready. “Let’s do this,” Yurei said, flipping through his notes until he came to the jutsu. Transformation technique. This allows the user to appear to transform into another object or person. “I could get away with a lot with this technique,” Yurei said. He smiled, “maybe it’s for the best I don’t though.
Yurei stood tall and maneuvered his binder into the sunlight. “So nothing above human size..” The white-haired boy nodded to himself, trying to think of something to transform in to. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He knew exactly what to do.
Yurei walked to a nice, more clear area and stretched. He popped his fingers and neck and then read from his notes. “Dog, boar, ram,” he said to himself. Yurei flipped back in his notes as he repeated the phrase, eventually coming to his drawings of each of the handsigns. “Dog,” he said, signing. “Boar,” he signed. “Ram,” he signed. “Transformation jutsu!”
A puff of smoke erupted into the air. Yurei looked at his palms to find they were a tanned color. He felt his face and body, but there were no noticeable changes. The academy student’s attention was soon caught by a nearby stream and the sound of running water. He rushed over to the pool of clear water and stared into it, but the face staring back was not Yurei. His skin was darker, and his hair was a jet black. “That’s me. The real me,” he said. “There I am.”
Yurei sighed, backing away from the water. White smoke swirled around him for just a moment before dissipating into nothingness, and he was back to normal. Yurei looked at his pale hands. “Why do I have to look so different? Why can’t I look like Mom or Dad like everyone else does with their parents?” Yurei sighed, clenching his fist. “Why can’t I be a shinobi? Why don’t you want me to be?”
Yurei jumped to his feet and slammed his foot into a pebble, sending it skipping over the pool of water. He sighed and leaned up against a tree once more. “I can make Genin now doubt. But do Mom and Dad need to know? No. They’d kill me. And not just them, the villagers too. Why do they hate us so much? And why do they keep staring at me?”
Yurei stared out as people began to leave their homes through the thick bushes. “I’ll have to make them understand, then."
WC: 1005
Exit
Requesting:
Transformation Technique
5 stat points
The pale boy leapt from his bed, and he was greeted by a cold draft and a cold floor. The academy student rushed to grab his kimono and bury himself in it, but the allure of enticing aromas was too great for his will.
As Yurei rushed toward the smell, he nearly ran into his father, almost smashing his nose in.
“Woah, there,” his father said, smiling down at Yurei. “Why such the rush?”
Yurei’s father, Roshi, was a tall man. His skin was fair and his hair, typical of most Uchiha, was incredibly dark, jet black. He had a commanding, yet loving presence. That was something Yurei took mostly comfort in, despite his constant training at the academy despite his father’s disapproval.
Yurei thought before speaking. In truth, he wanted to hurry up, eat, and then go learn a new jutsu: the transformation technique. Yurei had been learning about it in class, and the genin exams were coming up fairly soon.
“The food just smells so good, father!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
“It better,” a voice called from the kitchen. “I’ve been slaving over it for hours while you’ve been asleep, mister,” the feminine voice called out. It was warm, comforting, and security. A lighter version of Yurei’s father in a way. It was the voice of his mother.
Yurei chuckled at his mother’s comments, “I’m sorry!” he yelled, still grinning. “You know how I like to stay out later, now, Mother!”
She peaked around the corner and smiled. His mother, Takia, was thin, tall, had darker skin than her husband, but equally dark hair. “Come on and eat, Yurei! I know you want to hurry up and head out.”
Yurei nodded at her remarks. She knew her sun well. Yurei looked up at his father’s dark eyes and smiled warmly, receiving a head rub in return.
The breakfast prepared by his mother was short lived, albeit delicious, but Yurei’s schedule demanded more. The young boy remarked on the deliciousness of the meal and made his journey outside, leaving his parents in doors holding one another.
“What do you think he does all day,” Takia asked her husband.
Roshi brought her closer to him, holding her arm with his. “I’ve watched him a few times. He usually just goes around the town, helping out the villagers.”
“You don’t think he’s…. do you?”
“No. He wouldn’t do that to us or himself. Not with the other villagers.”
Yurei made his way across the streets. It was still early, around 8 AM, so few people were still awake. It was perfect. Yurei turned to go into a small patch of forestry just outside the ninja academy. The boy flicked his hair out of his eyes and reached into his satchel, again retrieving his plastic-laced binder. Only now did he realize that this binder’s very existence could ruin him if his father found out. Was becoming a shinobi worth that to him?
Yurei thought for a moment. Yes. It had to be. He retrieved his bamboo shoulder pads and placed them atop his shoulders, then he retrieved his bamboo sandals. He was ready. “Let’s do this,” Yurei said, flipping through his notes until he came to the jutsu. Transformation technique. This allows the user to appear to transform into another object or person. “I could get away with a lot with this technique,” Yurei said. He smiled, “maybe it’s for the best I don’t though.
Yurei stood tall and maneuvered his binder into the sunlight. “So nothing above human size..” The white-haired boy nodded to himself, trying to think of something to transform in to. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He knew exactly what to do.
Yurei walked to a nice, more clear area and stretched. He popped his fingers and neck and then read from his notes. “Dog, boar, ram,” he said to himself. Yurei flipped back in his notes as he repeated the phrase, eventually coming to his drawings of each of the handsigns. “Dog,” he said, signing. “Boar,” he signed. “Ram,” he signed. “Transformation jutsu!”
A puff of smoke erupted into the air. Yurei looked at his palms to find they were a tanned color. He felt his face and body, but there were no noticeable changes. The academy student’s attention was soon caught by a nearby stream and the sound of running water. He rushed over to the pool of clear water and stared into it, but the face staring back was not Yurei. His skin was darker, and his hair was a jet black. “That’s me. The real me,” he said. “There I am.”
Yurei sighed, backing away from the water. White smoke swirled around him for just a moment before dissipating into nothingness, and he was back to normal. Yurei looked at his pale hands. “Why do I have to look so different? Why can’t I look like Mom or Dad like everyone else does with their parents?” Yurei sighed, clenching his fist. “Why can’t I be a shinobi? Why don’t you want me to be?”
Yurei jumped to his feet and slammed his foot into a pebble, sending it skipping over the pool of water. He sighed and leaned up against a tree once more. “I can make Genin now doubt. But do Mom and Dad need to know? No. They’d kill me. And not just them, the villagers too. Why do they hate us so much? And why do they keep staring at me?”
Yurei stared out as people began to leave their homes through the thick bushes. “I’ll have to make them understand, then."
WC: 1005
Exit
Requesting:
Transformation Technique
5 stat points
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