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Ise gave the boy his signature goofy grin when he had accepted Ise’s hand. Truth be told, Ise met all of the Genin within the village - a short handful of them. That was when the boy introduced himself, and surprisingly enough, he was also an Uchiha as well. “Woah, really? You’re an Uchiha too!?” Ise had asked, his expression now teaming with pure excitement. It was as if his sharingan had a sparkle in his eyes that were filled with pure joy. I guess it was obvious, given the fact that he had asked a rhetorical question with such vigor. Ise just couldn’t help but be excited about it. The only other Uchiha that Ise knew was his older brother, Itsuki, which to him wasn’t all that special. After all they lived in the same house, shared the same bedroom (which more than likely drove both of them insane from time to time). 


“Ahh, I get it now! So that’s what you were trying to do! You were tryna activate the Sharingan, huh?” Ise had asked yet another seemingly rhetorical question. When Toran had mentioned that he hoped to have the same eyes as him one day, Ise began scratching his head; beginning to speak in a modest tone. “To be honest, It's actually fairly easy, or at least it was in my experience.” Ise had said, trying to recall when he had awakened his sharingan. “I was training really really hard one day, and after I was done, I walked up to the pond right over there,” Ise paused, directing the pointer finger of his left hand towards the pond in the training grounds that was at least fifteen meters away from them. “I wanted to splash water on my face, and that’s when I noticed my eyes were red. At first, I thought it was the heat exhaustion that got to me due to training hour after hour, but it turned out that I awakened it without even realizing,” The silver-haired Uchiha had finished explaining, while his other hand rested underneath his own chin, trying to think of anything else that had come to mind, but nothing came to his recollection. Not anything important anyway. 


“I’m sure you’ll get it though in no time! I just wouldn’t try forcing it though. Forcing it could do more harm than good,” Ise pointed out. That, he learned the hard way … numerous times. Especially when it came to him learning new ninjutsu. When Toran started rubbing his eyes, Ise immediately knew why. He had the same sensation when he activated his own sharingan. Or at least after he had awakened it anyway. “That’s usually a sign that your sharingan is close to awakening. Either that, or it’s from tryna force it, maybe? You’ll also have that same sensation when you start activating it regularly, but when you get the hang of it, it won’t hurt as much,” Ise smiled while reassuring his new friend. “It definitely bothers you though the first time around. Definitely feels like something in your eye, but really that’s just a symptom from the chakra pouring into your eyes. At least, that’s what my older brother told me,” Ise had said. The silver-haired Uchiha remembered trying to pry more answers out of Itsuki, but he wouldn’t tell him anymore than that. In fact, he just threw a pillow at him angrily and told him to get some sleep. 

That was when Ise had finally noticed something after he had finished blabbing away. Ise looked back at Toran, and both of their red eyes met one another. Ise grinned and said, “Follow me to the pond! I got a surprise for ya!” Ise had said, giving Toran his goofy grin once again while not wanting to give it away just yet. Once the two of them made it to the edge of the pond, Ise pointed to the water’s surface and said, “Take a look!” Ise had said, letting Toran notice his own pair of red eyes looking back at him. “Congrats!” Ise had said, holding his grin while he let the realization sink in for the other Uchiha.

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WC: 692 
TWC: 1021

His approach to the higher up went flawlessly, no one cut him off and he was immediately addressed by Toneri himself. He didn’t say much to him, he seemed to have an idea of the type of things he had done to make himself strong. He didn’t seem to have much concern for the reason as to why he was wanting to get stronger, he jumped straight into pulling up his sleeve, revealing his forearm to the young Genin. The red haired shinobi wasn’t too sure just what his goal was with doing this, until he was shown just why he did this. 

His arm began to shift and change, the skin went from a pale white, to a darker shade and growing what looked and seemed like fur with a similar pattern to that of a leopard. He wasn’t too sure just how he was doing this, but he knew that if he was given the strength of a leopard at the same time as the look, then that would certainly be something that would benefit him in battle, especially if he was able to get in contact with his opponent. 

Toneri then asked him if he was sure that I had what it took to take on this class, a question that he wasn’t honestly too sure on the answer for. He felt so unsure about his own abilities, but he ultimately looked to Toneri and with a straight face, he lied to him and answered the very straight forward question. “Yes. I can handle it.”

WC: 258

Emi approved. 

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The training grounds were erupting with different jutsu from all over the place. If one didn’t know about today’s training event then I’m sure they would mistake this for some kind of civil war, because u had jutsu and ninja flying all around the grounds. It couldn’t have been a better sight for Zeref , this is the kind of stuff he lived for. He loved watching people train and battle with each other but he loved actually doing the fighting and training even more than watching. So after a couple more minutes of watching he moved a little farther away and got back to his own training routine.

As he made his way to a little more of a quite spot he couldn’t help but notice the two other members of team spring at the grounds to and working together nonetheless, something he was happy to see but was also something he didn’t want to get involved in. He didn’t mind working in a group but for him it seemed to be easier to learn one on one or by himself, atleast that way he won’t be distracted by the progress of whoever he would be training with. 

He knew that at the same time that could be motivations but he didn’t want to try it out. The first thing he started working on was using jutsu with only one hand. He had seen the Kage perform some justu with just one hand and he definitely knew that would come in handy sometime in the near future. So he stood there trying over and over to use a jutsu with only using one hand and it was extremely hard but after a while or not giving up and hard work he was finally able to use a jutsu using only one hand. 

Knowing there was a lot more he could learn he didn’t get to excite instead he moved on to the next task at hand. The next thing he thought would be a good thing to learn was the tearing earth palm jutsu , something that would be extremely useful in the future if someone was to try and go underground. After forming the handsigns he kept striking the ground hoping to activate the jutsu but to no avail. After taking a moment to recollect his thoughts he stood back up and tried again to perform the jutsu, luckily for him this time he was successful in getting the ground infront of him to break. “Hell yeah, hmm maybe I should try this cool hair jutsu next”, Zeref said to himself , hoping to knock out this last jutsu before he takes his leave from the grounds. He had been here for a while and it was almost time to go start making dinner. He walked a couple meters away from the cracks in the ground and started forming the Tiger-Monkey-Boar-Dragon handsigns and once completed he could feel his hair start to grow at a crazy rate , and after a second or two they would shoot out In a complete 180 degree.

WC:515
Claims:One handed handsigns (500/500) ,Tearing earth palm (250/250) rest Here, Needle Hair Senbone (250/750) Here

The terrace of discipline, where those who hanker to pyramid their strengths — transcend the domain that shackles them to their fragile, mousy, flagrant vessels. It’s sector was no short of wiled. It’s occupants, spectators and participants boomed ever so loudly. One would figure that the neighboring villages, minor and significant could hear them.

Unbeknownst to them a foreboding bearing was approaching. Snowy membrane, mirrored in likeness by fibers known as hair primped into a bun, strands of locks and bangs would shape the face of the entity. A single sable ribbon cinched it in place. Draped from neck down in ebony attire. A Lolita outfit with tones of onyx and coal. It painted the perfect stringent for a presence. Eyes would be drawn to her…Hotaru Shinkou. Her being there was no less fraught with danger as she stride through. The public tear to give way to her path. Eyes of amber fastened on one and one alone — Toneri Hyuuga. 

“Pardon me. I feel sick at the sight of this courtship budding.” Words, spoken ever so calmly, yet the very same words that were heavily sodden with repulsion. The Shinkou would come to a stop, 5 meters from where the Hyuuga and the woman stood. Her eyes did not once waver, nor wander to the woman. She was of no urgent consequence to Hotaru, in fact, at that very moment she shared the same significance to mite. 

It has been several dragging months since Hotaru’s departure of this hamlet. As unacceptable as that may have been, she saw to her duties with pride. As did she saw to her connections, far-flung, or not. It would seem that she was quite foolish to believe that someone like Toneri Hyuuga, would remain loyal to her in her absence. Pity, he shown promised back then. 

“Am I to stand her all day in wait, or must I separate you two myself before you are within one meter of me, Toneri?” Again, that calm tone, with that domineering kick. He would be wise in recalling their history before the fuse to her…tepid demeanor deadlines. 

[Total WC: 351]

Youta would put his arms up to block, which might have mitigated some of the impact, but his frame didn't look like such would be incredible applicable if this were a real combat scenario. A strong enough punch could shatter the bones in his arm which could spell doom for anyone looking to use their arms. It was only at the last moment that the youth sidesteps in an attempt to catch the wolf off balance. A punch would be thrown directly at the gut of Loghain. It didn't have much force behind it, but that wasn't the real point of this exercise. If he carried a blade, or thrust a hand coated in chakra at the same location it was sure to have caused a considerable amount of damage. 


"Good instincts," the wolf would say with a smile. "It is always better to avoid the attack entirely than to try and take it head on. Helps keep your body from taking and unneeded beating, too." The wolf would make sure that Youta was ready before continuing the practice. "I think that is a good direction to take. Instead of trying to create your own offense, focus on making evasive maneuvers. You ready to play tag?" The wolf still had no intention of this being a full contact beatdown so he would keep his hands open this time, instead focusing on merely touching the Shinkou. It he can dodge the wolf, he'll be able to dodge an enemy. Once given the go ahead, they would continue training until Youta felt comfortable that he could use these skills in a real battle. 

The wolf would glance around, wondering who else might have been here. Zeref seemed to have left the training grounds, or at least was far enough away that the wolf couldn't detect him in the immediate vicinity. It seemed that Akaboshi was here as well, but he had his hands full with his own demonstrations to shinobi that the wolf imagined must have been a part of his team. The wolf watching the appearance of giant winged lizards realized that he was a bit out of his depth. He couldn't add much insight as to how to conjure such beasts or anything of the sort. If Youta wanted to do any other training the wolf would assist in any way he could. Otherwise, Loghain would simply look around and see what everyone seemed to be practicing. 

WC: 407

Toran continued to rub his eyes in annoyance, before the feeling slowly went away as he was being dragged directly towards someplace else inside of the training grounds. A small little pond area where a group of children were practicing how to control the water with the little amount of chakra that they had. It was here that he was shown his Sharingan was with him. His eyes mirrored where the Tomoe were located. Toran immediately pushed the Chakra away from his eyes as his Sharingan deactivated. Then he tried to do the same awakening again, his eyes slowly turning back into the crimson irises that were known throughout the Uchiha.

“H-Holy…. I-It’s just….” He didn't know how to respond, only continuously turning his Sharingan on and off again until the same itching came back to bite his ass. Trying to clean his face while his eyes relaxed back to normal after about a minute or two. His gaze shot back towards Ise, giving him this time an even brighter smile before suddenly hugging the other boy. Something that seemed almost foreign to an Uchiha. Affection was a key part in why Toran felt different, either that or the compassion that he felt for his other Villagers. He simply couldn’t turn off his sense of compassion against a foe. But that made him want to use that love for his people against others that’d try and stop their villages expansion.

“Thank you so much Ise! If it wasn’t for you I don’t even know! I’ll have to repay ya when I get the chance!” He commented. Giving the other Uchiha a massive toothy grin. His body language suggested he was in much higher spirits than beforehand. However at the sight of so many others arriving at the training grounds. It made him slightly weary of what could potentially be happening, as he saw a rather pale woman, with silky white hair fashioned into some kind of braid. It made him feel a bite self conscious of his own small little ebony ponytail. But what made him curious was her attire, she looked almost like royalty, either that or someone saved up a lot of money to show up.

Her addressing Toneri Hyuuga made the Uchiha child uncharastically upset. He was a part of the same clan as their leader. So it was rather rude to come out of nowhere and begin seemingly insulting him. However what made him freeze to his spot was her eyes, even though they were of the soft color of Amber. They held a steely gaze over the Hyuga. He wanted to say something, if anything at all towards the rather rude girl. But something told him in his gut to keep quiet.

“Who is she?” He asked, turning his attention back towards his friend, his face shifting from the happy carefree child to that of the Uchiha’s classic coldness, but once Toran felt his muscles tense up he playfully slapped his own cheeks to relax, it wasn’t that big of a deal. “She’s talking to the Hogokage’s brother of all people!”

It made him rather annoyed, turning his attention towards one of the walls. He wanted to at least use the thunderclap arrow to see what he could do in order to change it, or perhaps mold it to his liking. It couldn’t be that hard, being his element was that of Raiton. Toran weaved the hand signs of Ram and Ox. Suddenly his hand was charging up with surges of electricity as he suddenly threw the bolt of lightning directly into the ground. Cursing under his breath, turning his attention back towards Ise before thinking of an idea of what the other Uchiha was willing to do.


As the lightning in his hand dissipated he remembered something amazing about the Thunderclap arrow. There was a stronger version of it by weaving the same hand signs of Ram and Ox. But added after the weaving of those two hand seals was the snake seal, then finally with a bit of trouble, the rat seal. Toran continued to weave those four hands after each time he used the regular variant of the thunderclap arrow. And also using it to drown out the potential noise of others around him. He was too busy practicing this cool jutsu he just learned today. Like an immature kid with a new toy being played with over and over again. His body strained as his palm was slightly burnt when he cast the full on B rank jutsu of thunderclap arrow. Throwing it towards one of the walls of the training grounds and hopefully not blowing it up.

“Sorry for getting side tracked there Ise. I was wondering if you also had Raiton? Especially since you appear to be much more experienced than me when it comes to the Sharingan?”

His lips were pulled to reveal a toothy smile, his black hair matted from the day's work, sitting down with a loud thump. Brushing himself off of any other kind of fluid of mess that he made for himself when he made small little holes into the ground. If anything those holes were to show just how far he had gotten to where he was now. Able to freely and openly use his Sharingan, not only that but was learning Lightning Release! It was like a dream come true for the young Uchiha, his black eyes meeting Ise’s while bowing his head in respect. Wanting to learn more from his newly made friend that could help him in the long run.
WC:930 TWC:3358
Claims:Thunderclap Arrow(B-rank)(350/350) One handed seals(500/500) Chidori(227/2500)(Used from last posts 157 words)

The forge had finally taken off and day and night he had orders. It was something to feel a sense of accomplishment but another to feel a sense of evolution for youself. His foster father had come by to see him in his success, naming the young Ametsuchi heir his own successor...a true "Master of the Forge." To hear such a thing from Mercurio himself put probably the biggest smile someone could see on the face of Morio, but he was not done there. Master of the Forge. Last line of the Ametsuchi.. The Blue Dragon. So many things had come into his life after a life of struggles but he wasn't done. With his duties lying soley in his forge, Morio didn't go out much to train with others but he did keep his sword swinging arm...arms? Strong. While he was physically capable and in shape he didn't feel as if being a Shinobi, at least for the village for the time being was in his best interest so he focused on his craft. It was on today however during a lull that Mercurio came into his forge. Baring new materials he would hug his foster son and ask a question of why he was still cooped in his cave. Morio simply looked at him with a quizzical look before responding," Because this cave is my work and I don't have time to play shinobi with anyone. When I have a talent like this I will continue to strengthen it. Doesn't mean I don't train...just not in the village," to which the older male shook his head and sat down and explained to him that while he had a point, it would be more advantageous to make a name for himself in more than one way. Being the best smith in the village is an achievement in of itself but having the backing of a shinobi might boost your clientèle...as well as show off your work.

The thought passed through his mind but only a vain person would take it as is. Maybe it was his way of telling him he needed to get out and do something? Either way he wasn't going to argue with the man because he'd end up getting frustrated and kicking him out. Sighing he would run a hand through the tied up blue hair and shrug," Fine. I'll close up and see what I can do. You can be insufferable sometimes you know old man?," it wasn't an insult...at least not from him. It was the best compliment he could or rather wanted to give at the moment. Turning on his heels he would move toward the stairs that lead to a separate floor and change into his normal attire. A black overcoat sitting over a kimono and a pair of pants. His shinobi boots and his katana attached to his back would be the last thing as he grabbed his key and began to head out. Walking out the door with Mercurio he would lock the door and head out to see what had been going on for the day. His journey with Mercurio ended at his forge and from there Morio headed to the only place he knew where people would be training- The Water Gardens. He was only expecting a few people to be there but what he did not expect was a whole congregation of people plus the Hogokage of all things. This suddenly turned out the opposite of what he had wanted, but he had already arrived so...what to do. Finding a pillar that was short enough for him to hop and sit on. He would sit for a moment and watch the group for a bit, not wanting to just throw himself into whatever moshpit this was. He fulfilled his contractual obligation to come out...now the choice of actually doing something was a different choice now.

649 WC

Zeref approved. Toran, I'll approve your claims as well, but next time, you still need to have links to the techs listed.

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Natsuki’s lilac eyes shifted, and she saw the figure of a small man attempting to join her class. The clothes were black, as if he was part of a funeral parlor. On his face, a mask covered his neck and jaw, but the eyes were plain as day. Those were a young boy’s eyes. Sweet and innocent. He placed a thin palm behind the back of his head as he introduced himself.

Typhon Sepsus. Natsuki recognized. Unlike her halfwit of a twin, she knew the names of every Shinobi of Hoshigakure. “Know the shinobi and kunoichi that serve you, and let them know you back; nobody wants to die for a stranger.” Ayato’s voice echoed in his head. The elder of her true brothers was everything a girl could ask from a sibling. Ayato Hyuuga not the Hogokage. The village was his family now.

And the members of the Canopic clan were friends to the village. Their members had stayed loyal during the Hoshimura rebellion, and many of them fought bravely on Ayato’s side in the battle of the Valley against that bastard Haegon and his warriors.

“Hello!” She smiled at him. “Iryojutsu techniques are my specialty. I’ll be super glad to teach you, in case you ever need some.” Natsuki teased but not unkindly. She executed the handseals at her speed. A green aura engulfed her hands like a glove. “That’s the Mystical Palm. The way it works…” she would proceed to give a detailed explanation of the mechanics to Typhon and anyone else paying attention.

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Toneri was surprised at the boy's courage. False bravado, perhaps, or pure pride. Either way, it mattered—nobody who saw that Leopard Form would generally keep a straight face.

Toneri lifted his chin to recognize Kurayami's acceptance as he moved to the weapons placed on the mat. "You may choose, one  What kind of weapons have you two worked with, well besides the bow," The Golden Hyuuga said, teasing at the amber-haired youth's fascination with the equipment that marked him as an archer. 

The crowd split to give way to the path of a woman. Her being there was no less fraught with danger as she strode through. Snowy membrane, mirrored in likeness by fibers known as hair groomed into a bun, strands of locks and bangs would shape the entity's face. A single sable ribbon cinched it in place. The lioness was draped from the neck down in ebony attire—a kimono with tones of onyx and coal, matching her presence.   Her amber eyes looked deep into Toneri's green ones.

Hotaru did not seem to be amused by Toneri's earlier training Emi. Jealous as always. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, my lady?” The brother of the Seventh Hogokage said. “Have you missed me in your absence at the border? Is that why you’re here with no blade at your presence?” He grinned and leaned closer to her, his following words unable to be heard by others unless they had advanced sensory capabilities. “Maybe after practice, you can slip out of that gown, and I’ll see if I’m up to it. But until then.” 

He turned and pointed at the weapons. “Pick one, and let’s get down to business.”

It was then that his green eyes saw some dipshit kid jumping on a pillar overlooking the area. He was 10 meters away from Toneri’s current position. From where he stood, the Hyuuga second son could see him for who he was. The icy blue hair, the golden eyes, the Hoshimura features were strong in this one. "A member of the traitor's clan." The boy was allowed to walk around the village, which meant he was one of the pardoned rebels. That picked Toneri’s curiosity. 

"You little man!" Toneri yelled proudly at Morio, feeling a new rush of adrenaline after seeing Hotaru. "Are you going to get your ass down here and join the weaponry class? Or stand by and watch better men and women do it?"

WC: 664