The Voices Inside my head [Open]

Mubu woke up the next day as he always did: late, drunk, and with another girl in his bed. He was FINALLY able and allowed to speak, and as such, after a big yawn he smiled thinking about his freedom of speech, and said to the girl beside him : ''Good morning sweetheart. What a good night it was right ? Now can you please leave ? no strings attached.'' 

Mubu soon realized how good of a pun that was, since he was a puppeteer ! 

''ahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA'' laughed crazily loud Mubu, finding himself so funny he couldnt even breathe and cried of laughter.

''Get it? cause Im a puppeteer ! AHAHAHA get the hell out blondie!''  said Mubu in reaction to the now really weirded out stare of his bedroom partner. 

As he got up, and down into the kitchen of his familly house, the girl left sobbing, runing away outside the house. Mubu mom looked at her, too suprised to even say a thing, and then looked at Mubu with a desesperate look, sighing and shaking her head in disbelief of her son actions. Mubu ignored her totally, as his attention was set upon a letter from the village on the table's corner. It was the second letter of the missions he was doing. This time, he was called upon a room of grand renown; the Chamber of silence. He soon got up and left, going to the Chamber excited to go against this thing with the abilties to express himself. 

As Mubu arrived, he saw all the others persons from the ramen stand, and recognized a few of them. There was Raikur, the one who pierced Mubu hand when sparing, whom Mubu had admiration for his speed and ruthlessness. Then there was Quinn, the excentric and introvert blacksmith who trained Mubu but was still misterious and didnt speak a lot. And there was also Tatsuya, the little kid Mubu got well with, who had this rebel way of being that Mubu related too. They were obviously sent too for the same missions, task to grasp the notion of sound better, as to be better version on shinobi from the culture of Otogakure, where sound was paramount and a trully way of living. After all, the village was name the village of sound !

After waiting for his turn, Mubu finally got into the room. It was a weird room, built with lots of triangles on the walls, as a way to absord all sounds and echoes, leading to silence so profound that the only thing one could hear is the sound of their own organs, their blood flow and respiration, as their ears were connected to the only vibrations they could feel, those of the inner body working, normally burried by even the faintest of sounds from the exterior. Devoid of life, this feeling left Mubu weirded out. He tried talking, but couldnt, as he only heard is voice muffled, as if talking from inside of him, like talking to himself in his head. At first, this effect amused Mubu who, like the immature person he is, produced weirds sound with his mouth, and sang to the top of his head. Soon after, he focused his attention on the heartbeat, his own heartbeat, and saw musicality into it. It was like percussion of an orchestra, setting the tempo. Then his lungs added into the melody, breathing the wind instruments, and Mubu started breathing with a pattern to cause the sound of air flow to synchronize with the beat of the blood drum in his chest. He then moved his hands and whole body as an orchestra conductor would, making the sound of his muscles and bones accompany the music of his organs, playing notes with the rest of his own body. 

At this moment, Mubu attained Epiphany. He wasnt usualy the serious type, but he was suddently crying, touched trully by the beauty of sound and of his art. He attained the impossible. In a room designed for pure silence and to not let any sound exist, he created music, a perfect symphony of joy, of life, and of liberty, in a room designed to suppress all of that, a room without windows, a room looking like a prison both metaphorically, but physically too, both for sound and for identity. He defied the truth to create life and art, and the meaning and symbolism of it, the poetry of this, touched Mubu soul, a thing few things did. In fact, it was one of the most emotionnal moment of Mubu's life. As he got out, he wipped his tears of joy away, his smile big and eyes puffy from the beauty of what just happened. Too concentrated, he didnt noticed that he stayed in the room for almost two hours, the clock indicating 1h50 later than when he entered! Everyone was shocked, thinking he was crying out of madness or being overwhelmed by the abscence of sound, but it was all the countrary. Mubu, gathering himself, came towards his camarades and fellow ninjas, and said, his voice full of tremollo from the emotions:

''This was one of the most beautifull and poetic experience of my whole life''  while crying a bit and being all of a sudden all soft and sensible, not the usual Mubu the people knew as a sarcastic and seductive jerk.

As he got aways from the facility with the chamber of Silence, he reminded himself of the song, and started humming it with his eyes closed, while walking back to his house, the smile in his face gleaming like the sun, tears of happiness running down his cheeks for creating such a chef d'oeuvre. 

As he got to sleep, this time alone, he could only understand that his art needed to be his main focus in life, that his time as a boy was over, and he would now need to take life and devotion to his craft more seriously, and become a man of art, of creation, of colors, of sounds, of performance. He would be the best musician, the best puppeteer, and one of the best ninja of Otogakure.

END OF DAY TWO FOR MUBU

The third day arrived, and Mubu was, for once prepared for it. He received the instructions the night before, after performing his emotive symphony with his body in the Chamber of Silence, the prior challenge of this series of missions. This morning was different: Mubu woke up early, was prepared, and wasnt with one of the girls he was seeing. He woke up at 8 in the morning, energetic and inspired like rarely before. He tought about the night before, and how it made him feel alive in a way he almost never experienced. He loved it! it was really something else. As the mission today concerned music and mastering his instrument, the flute, to its pinnacle and to use it to learn and use sound release, Mubu was particularly excited, happy to finaly be able to use join his art and his mastery of the ninja arts, and to attain his goal of being one of the greatest ninja of all Otogakure. 

''This day is gonna be one of the day people remember me, Mubu, for the true artist that I am! I'll make Otogakure be known across the world, as eveyone will get to know Mubu Otsunato of the Sound!'' said to himself out loud Mubu, as he was heading out to the field for the final mission of the series.

as Mubu arrived to the training ground he realized he was the first one ! Never in his life had that happened, as he was always too laid back to take time seriously. As he got closer, the instructor was waiting for student, with a table beside him, upon wich was a selections of musical instruments, both some traditionnal like a flute or a guitar of some kind, but also others more unconventionnal, like a glove with weird oppenings into it, or throwing weapons with bells attached to them. 

''Here here young man. You did good at the two other previous challenges. Or so the resume and notes on you says at least. I also see you brought you own Instrument. Good ! a flute huh ? interesting.''  said the grizzled instructor, looking at Mubu with an professoral pose and look, while pointing at practices targets.

Mubu got closer to the teacher, and he started to show him a way of playing, but not musically. In fact, the instructor was teaching to Mubu to canalyze his chakra into his music, into the sounds waves and with his mouth, to infuse the sound and melody with chakra, making it bend to his will and making Mubu able to control it. After a lot of practice, Mubu finaly succeeded in playing a note that sent flying a practice target. He focused, and with another note, he would make another straw mannequin explode with a delay, playing a music and when he stopped, the whole target imploded in a thousands straw bits, going in all directions. He had finaly, done it! Sound release was finaly a thing mubu could do. He could now weaponize his art, both his puppets with his puppetry, and his music with his sound release! He continued to train, making more and more things explode, and more and more bending the fabric and waves of sound to his will, until almost all of his chakra was used. As he felt exhausted, he felt the same kind of feeling after a show, or a performance, wether from music or puppetry. He was trully happy, feeling alive again, and had one of the biggest smile he ever had stuck on his face. In fact, he was laughing the whole process, especially each time he succeeded to use sound release and make sound rip, tear, or destroy a practice dummy. As he was exhausted and finally learned the true meaning of sound and its beauty and lethality, Mubu left the training field, feeling accomplished. As he was about to leave, the instructor said something to Mubu:

''Hey kid, congratulations. You trully understood sound, and today, I have the honnor of telling you you're a true sound ninja, and fully grasp its beauty and importance in our world. Here. Take this new flute, and may it and you serve Otogakure well.'' said the grizzled man, giving to Mubu a well made and brand new wooden bamboo flute, thin and artisanally made.

''Well thanks old man. At first, I didn't care for the not talking thing, and the fact I had to think of sound as something else than art turned me off. But thats the thing. It IS art. But it is also a weapon, it is also nature, and life, and everything. Sound is the base of our lives. At least for us, shinobi of the hidden sound village. Im often not serious, but i'm trully gratefull for this gift you made me understand and take seriously! And for this flute too, its very good. Now Oto can finally be put on the map, as every ninja in the world will get to know the famous Mubu Otsunato, The Wandering Orchestra! AHAHAHAAHAHA*crazy laughter*! '' ushered Mubu to himself, the instructor, and all other ninja who happened to be there at the field.

Mubu felt trully honnored to have that gift and compliment, and left the field proud, and with his brand new instrument, played a melody while slowly walking away, his oversized sleeves dancing in the wind as he held his instrument to his lips to play his Art.

end of day 3 for Mubu

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[EXIT]

TWC 4001

Stats: +40 Chakra, new chakra stat=90

learning the following: sound release at 50% for 1000 WC, Ventriloquism for 250 WC, genjutsu release for 250 WC, Chakra suppression skill for 2000 WC, Sound release: Formata Scream D ranked 500 WC

Claiming 13,500 Ryo from mission completion, and returning AP to max. Claiming 1x free Instrument (Otogakure Ninja Flute).

The third day started just like the last two days, silence echoed internally into Quinn's body and mind. On the desk, a small box they had finished the night before lay there quietly. The Forgemaster stretched and stretched some more in the early morning as the beginning of the forges started up for the day. Taking mental note that their nephew had come in early that day, Quinn felt it was appropriate to say hello this morning. Dressing in their usual garb, they looked at their closet which consisted of the same outfit in multitude. Quinn was a beast of nature and their decisions showed and proved as much. Nothing deviate too greatly that the Forgemaster could not bend back into shape. Once dressed and ready to go for the day, Quinn picked up the box and entered the forge seeing the young child beginning the flames. Waving the boy over, Quinn gave a hushed tone as they opened the box to show him their work. "Much thought. Made this. Right selection." Before closing the box, they addressed not letting the child's eyes linger too long as there was much to do in the day and Quinn needed to not leave the instructor waiting, although they were already up before they up even.

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Arriving early as always to the affairs of the trio of tasks that Quinn signed up for, there was not much to do. The sun hadn't risen though they remained silent in the training grounds. People came and went in the wee hours of the morning as Quinn realized, they had time. The Forgemaster departed from the training grounds, box in hand, as they looked around the village listening to the sounds. Finding a bench, they remained there till the sun crested a building and shined into their closed eyes. They let the sound around them and all the noise and bustle of the early morning wake up before them as they meditated within the streets of the village. Not paying much to the time, a sound or two piqued their interest as they took note of the time and the sound of a flute. Losing track of things, as much as Quinn was an early riser, was standard for the Blacksmith. Giving a light shrug at the thought, Quinn listened intently to the notes and sounds as they approached the training ground.

Standing off to the side, Quinn watched and spectated Mubu's actions and excitement finding the use of the flute as not only an instrument but a weapon. The Forgemaster smiled at this development from the teen. Then when the cackling started, Quinn couldn't help but chuckle along. Waiting their turn, they stepped forth once Mubu finished while applauding their effort and showcase. The box tucked under their arm would be pulled out and opened up, revealing a belt with what looked like chimes attached to them, each having a filigree 'F' on the sides as the four chimes found themselves dangling off of Quinn's hip. They had been forged by Quinn the previous day and custom-made to fit and work as chimes on their hip. Showcasing this to the instructor Quinn showed the use of having them jingle and clang against the other chimes while moving, or specifically hitting them with a small mallet to showcase the versatility of the chimes on their hip. With the belt option provided, Quinn was also able to latch them against their own body to silence the chimes.

"Hiding is important. Not my style." Quinn would state as the instructor went through the motions with Quinn. Though unable to produce anything right away, the Forgemaster accepted that it may take longer for them to achieve such a technique and understanding of Sound as an element to be used. "Not a fail. Just early to learning." They chimed back as they bowed to the instructor for their time. Not wanting to waste for others to find their own Sound, Quinn departed shortly after. There was more for them to learn before they could use the knowledge they gained today, but it did not deter them from utilizing what they could use now. Quinn bade the other members of the squad who partook in this iteration of the mission and wished them a farewell with their chimes now free to ring on their hips. There was jingle in the streets now as Quinn figured to only wear and use these chimes once it was time to develop their skillset into their own Sound.

End of the Third Day: Mission Complete.
[Exit]

WC: 756, TWC: 2,434

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Quinn Foster wrote:

End of the Third Day: Mission Complete.
[Exit]

WC: 756, TWC: 2,434

Claims:

Stats:

Skills/Techniques:

Approved

Raikur arrived at the training ground at a similar time to the others, with an acoustic guitar strapped around his right shoulder and resting on his back. He was surprised to see that Mubu had been on time and was already doing his performance. He was more so surprised to see how well Mubu was doing. For a deranged psychopathic mad man, he was pretty good at this. Raikur was impressed.

Clearly the instructor was as well, passing Mubu and congratulating him on a performance well done. Raikur joined Quinn and any others who were in attendance to applaud the man on his efforts, although he raised a concerned eyebrow when the maniacal laughing started, he was surprised that he had not gotten used to it yet. Mubu seemed to show an affinity for the art of Sound Release, yet another thing that surprised Raikur.

Next up it was Quinn's turn, who pulled out a very unusual contraption which Raikur had never seen before. They commenced their performance, and once again Raikur gently applauded at the end of it. It appeared that Sound Release style was not really something Quinn had an affinity for, at least not yet, but there was nothing wrong with that. They all walked their own paths after all. He gave Quinn a kind nod as it was his turn to perform.

He walked up, swinging his guitar around to sit on his torso and cracked his knuckles quickly. He took a few moments to breath in quietly, before using his chakra infusion on the guitar, flowing into and becoming one with it. The instructor began to talk Raikur through the motions and gave him advice as they went along.

Remembering what he had learned and experienced about silence and sound the past couple of days, as well as his many guitar lessons as a child. Feeling the noise of the wind in the trees and the birds chirping around him, it was time for him to begin his performance.



At the end of it, Raikur heard some more applause, to which he nodded out of respect, before the instructor congratulated him on a job well done. Raikur did not have the affinity to Sound Release yet either, but he had done well and completed his missions. Not to mention he very much enjoyed using his new guitar...

Day Three Over for Raikur

Exit Thread

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WC: 400
TWC: 2,373

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Claims:
13,500 Ryo
82 AP

Using 2,373 WC towards Awakened Muragan (635/4,500 -> 3,008/4,500) from
this post
Claiming 23 points in SPD (93 total)
Claiming a free Guitar

Approved Exit and claims

approved