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Wan SenjuMissing-Nin (C-rank)
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Ryo : 0
Lots had changed since his youth in Kirigakure. Once barren and brief, the streets were more alive than ever, businesses and civilians making their rounds among the beautiful, bustling village. His belly was complete, and Wan found himself gently massaging his lower abdomen randomly through his midday walk. He had not seen a place to rest his head comfortably, but it was not due to lack of funds. Although his food taste often came with a decent price tag, the Senju had been restless since his arrival to the Land of Water. Whether it was his long journey from Wind Country or his overall fatigue jumpstarting his adrenaline, he could rest his eyes during a meal and be suitable for a few hours. There was so much to do and learn; in his mind, he could rest after his second day here once he'd fully understood the basics of this environment.
Low on cash meant it was time to call it a day. Having no income coming in is hard enough, so whatever is spent is always a 'profit' loss. Wan has always been good at management skills; financially, he'd set aside both his eating budget as well as what he'd like to call his 'Fuck-up' money- Ryo that he could spend freely without having to think about whether it was a good or bad decision. Normally, half his entire funds were dedicated solely to saving; the only time he'd need to dip into would be both A.) No 'Fuck-up' money, and B.)Hungry with nothing to eat. He found that the current budgeting method was a good way to maintain a sense of growth rather than decay. Until he found a source of employment, he would rely on what he had left since his travels from Wind, hoping to take soon missions posted in the village for a little monetary and reputation gain. Stepping past a few vendors, he could hear the sounds of laughter and disappointment in unison. "THERE'S NO WAY YOU'VE WON AGAIN, OLD TIMER!" rang a deep tone, the familiar laughter behind the words continuing. It wasn't an altercation since nobody walking past or dining in the bars would look in its direction. It was likely just a poker game gone wrong, which meant someone had lost a good chunk of money. Feeling the emptiness of his wallet, he grins shortly before approaching the small stand.
If there were three things Wan Senju was potent at, gambling would be one of them.
Pulling back the curtains of an entrance, The Wayfarer would meet the gaze of a small room. With a crowd of roughly 7 or 10, various commoners and Shinobi would be gathered around a large table in the center, faces bearing both shock and awe. Some laughed, some looked disgruntled, and most enjoyed the turn of events. As he made his way towards the gathered group, he'd set his eyes lower towards the floor, where two men seemed to be sitting on the floor in front of each other. One of the voices called out, "Not again, Iroh! You keep making up these half-assed rules whenever it's clear a tie is coming. Either play again or give me what I would've won!"
"Pai-Sho is over 100 years old, my friend. I would have explained the rules in more depth, but you did not ask until it meant defeat." a soft, calming voice replied from ahead.
"Gah!" the first voice would yell, standing up from the table and pushing their way through the audience. Wan glanced briefly at the face of the man, and a Shinobi headband bearing the Kirigakure emblem could be seen around his forehead. "Pai-Sho.", Wan would recall shortly; the name sounds familiar to his memory. Almost instantly, he'd remember the word's origin, recalling a game he once played as a child with his mother. Memories flashed of him and his mom sitting in their living room late at night. Around him were many pictures and banners of their Senju lineage, the room decorated and colored to match their old home in Konohagakure before his birth. After dinner, Mizuki would invite her son to the floor, and a mat would be laid on the floor to accompany a medium wooden table in its center. With her hands interlocked and a locing-wholesome grace, she'd gently smile and ask the phrase that was always given before a match of classic Senju Pai-Sho: "Who knocks at the Garden's Gate?"
Now, at the head of the audience, Wan would get a clear view of what had just elapsed. Sitting on the floor was an older grey-haired man. He looked well-kept and gave off a relatively peaceful aura by how he was sitting and dressed. Sitting in lotus form, he wore an outfit that looked similar to Wan's in terms of color, the main difference being a straw hat the man wore on top of his head. The elder was adorned with a long-sleeved shirt, casually buttoned at his wrists to maintain a formal appearance. The man had his arms hunched over the table in front of him, pulling back a stack of Ryo from the man earlier. Chuckling to himself, the crowd would begin to disperse, most likely reaching the peak of their interest in the constant winnings of the champion. As Wan now stood to himself, the man would pocket his winnings and take a look at the Senju. He made immediate eye contact and followed it with frugal words. "It's always nice to see a new face, but I believe everyone's gone out for tea." he'd say, combing his short beard with his left hand as he reached for a cup of tea beside him. Wan could already tell that the gambling was over for the day, but something drew him to ask the man to play, regardless of whether the money would be involved. "I've been away from home for a while. I'll pay to play a match to pass the time. It's just me and my thoughts for now." The man would look Wan up and down before cackling loudly. "So you need a friend, huh? How about a tea round, and we can play a few?"
Gracefully accepting the man's offer, he would sit in front of him. A cup was placed on the table, and Wan would grab it, hovering it gently above a small coster as the man reached for a small kettle. Luke-warm tea was poured into the cup, from which Wan would bow and take a sip. He would place the cup of tea back on its coaster and slightly push it to the right, allowing its space to dwell during the game. "I'm curious: have you ever played Pai-Sho? Most know of it, but I must say, many believe it to be a gimmick of thieves." Wan chuckled at the question before responding, "I'm sure anyone losing money would first assume they were robbed. I played it with my mother when young; she taught me how they played from where she was born." The elder smiled and passed Wan a bag containing 60 random tokens, the pieces used to play Pai-Sho. On top of the table laid a grid that was 16 x 16 squares, giving 256 different squares in which the tokens could be placed. Depending on the culture the game of Pai-Sho would be based upon, the two players took time before the match to put in a few tokens.
Most of the time, each culture had its unique way of placing the tokens, signifying the rules and beliefs their lineage placed upon the game. As the man set up his side of the board, Wan would do the same, choosing the pattern his mother trained him to use. The elder took note immediately of the way Wan placed his tokens, his mouth open slightly as he realized the form of placement being used. He would clear his throat as he looked at Wan. "Who knocks at the Garden's Gate?" he would ask Wan, stopping immediately as dejavu settled in. He was taken back to the beginning of a match with his mother, his younger self replying mentally as he responded verbally to the man in front of him. "One who has eaten the fruit and tasted its mysteries."
The older man began laughing, intensely beating against his side of the table while his cup of tea bounced in its shockwave. "Hahaha, I haven't played another form of Pai-Sho since Konoha! Most people here watch and imitate the person before them; it's like they all are the same person!" He'd take a moment to collect himself, continuing the placement of his tokens as Wan watched, confused. In that small act of craziness, he would see the happiness the older man felt, the feeling he felt every time he'd play Pai-Sho with his mother right for bed.
The two of them would complete their placement of tokens, and the game of Classic Senju Pai-Sho would commence.
WC: 1,500
MID-THREAD CLAIM (1/1)
Current WC: 1,500
Low on cash meant it was time to call it a day. Having no income coming in is hard enough, so whatever is spent is always a 'profit' loss. Wan has always been good at management skills; financially, he'd set aside both his eating budget as well as what he'd like to call his 'Fuck-up' money- Ryo that he could spend freely without having to think about whether it was a good or bad decision. Normally, half his entire funds were dedicated solely to saving; the only time he'd need to dip into would be both A.) No 'Fuck-up' money, and B.)Hungry with nothing to eat. He found that the current budgeting method was a good way to maintain a sense of growth rather than decay. Until he found a source of employment, he would rely on what he had left since his travels from Wind, hoping to take soon missions posted in the village for a little monetary and reputation gain. Stepping past a few vendors, he could hear the sounds of laughter and disappointment in unison. "THERE'S NO WAY YOU'VE WON AGAIN, OLD TIMER!" rang a deep tone, the familiar laughter behind the words continuing. It wasn't an altercation since nobody walking past or dining in the bars would look in its direction. It was likely just a poker game gone wrong, which meant someone had lost a good chunk of money. Feeling the emptiness of his wallet, he grins shortly before approaching the small stand.
If there were three things Wan Senju was potent at, gambling would be one of them.
Pulling back the curtains of an entrance, The Wayfarer would meet the gaze of a small room. With a crowd of roughly 7 or 10, various commoners and Shinobi would be gathered around a large table in the center, faces bearing both shock and awe. Some laughed, some looked disgruntled, and most enjoyed the turn of events. As he made his way towards the gathered group, he'd set his eyes lower towards the floor, where two men seemed to be sitting on the floor in front of each other. One of the voices called out, "Not again, Iroh! You keep making up these half-assed rules whenever it's clear a tie is coming. Either play again or give me what I would've won!"
"Pai-Sho is over 100 years old, my friend. I would have explained the rules in more depth, but you did not ask until it meant defeat." a soft, calming voice replied from ahead.
"Gah!" the first voice would yell, standing up from the table and pushing their way through the audience. Wan glanced briefly at the face of the man, and a Shinobi headband bearing the Kirigakure emblem could be seen around his forehead. "Pai-Sho.", Wan would recall shortly; the name sounds familiar to his memory. Almost instantly, he'd remember the word's origin, recalling a game he once played as a child with his mother. Memories flashed of him and his mom sitting in their living room late at night. Around him were many pictures and banners of their Senju lineage, the room decorated and colored to match their old home in Konohagakure before his birth. After dinner, Mizuki would invite her son to the floor, and a mat would be laid on the floor to accompany a medium wooden table in its center. With her hands interlocked and a locing-wholesome grace, she'd gently smile and ask the phrase that was always given before a match of classic Senju Pai-Sho: "Who knocks at the Garden's Gate?"
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Now, at the head of the audience, Wan would get a clear view of what had just elapsed. Sitting on the floor was an older grey-haired man. He looked well-kept and gave off a relatively peaceful aura by how he was sitting and dressed. Sitting in lotus form, he wore an outfit that looked similar to Wan's in terms of color, the main difference being a straw hat the man wore on top of his head. The elder was adorned with a long-sleeved shirt, casually buttoned at his wrists to maintain a formal appearance. The man had his arms hunched over the table in front of him, pulling back a stack of Ryo from the man earlier. Chuckling to himself, the crowd would begin to disperse, most likely reaching the peak of their interest in the constant winnings of the champion. As Wan now stood to himself, the man would pocket his winnings and take a look at the Senju. He made immediate eye contact and followed it with frugal words. "It's always nice to see a new face, but I believe everyone's gone out for tea." he'd say, combing his short beard with his left hand as he reached for a cup of tea beside him. Wan could already tell that the gambling was over for the day, but something drew him to ask the man to play, regardless of whether the money would be involved. "I've been away from home for a while. I'll pay to play a match to pass the time. It's just me and my thoughts for now." The man would look Wan up and down before cackling loudly. "So you need a friend, huh? How about a tea round, and we can play a few?"
Gracefully accepting the man's offer, he would sit in front of him. A cup was placed on the table, and Wan would grab it, hovering it gently above a small coster as the man reached for a small kettle. Luke-warm tea was poured into the cup, from which Wan would bow and take a sip. He would place the cup of tea back on its coaster and slightly push it to the right, allowing its space to dwell during the game. "I'm curious: have you ever played Pai-Sho? Most know of it, but I must say, many believe it to be a gimmick of thieves." Wan chuckled at the question before responding, "I'm sure anyone losing money would first assume they were robbed. I played it with my mother when young; she taught me how they played from where she was born." The elder smiled and passed Wan a bag containing 60 random tokens, the pieces used to play Pai-Sho. On top of the table laid a grid that was 16 x 16 squares, giving 256 different squares in which the tokens could be placed. Depending on the culture the game of Pai-Sho would be based upon, the two players took time before the match to put in a few tokens.
Most of the time, each culture had its unique way of placing the tokens, signifying the rules and beliefs their lineage placed upon the game. As the man set up his side of the board, Wan would do the same, choosing the pattern his mother trained him to use. The elder took note immediately of the way Wan placed his tokens, his mouth open slightly as he realized the form of placement being used. He would clear his throat as he looked at Wan. "Who knocks at the Garden's Gate?" he would ask Wan, stopping immediately as dejavu settled in. He was taken back to the beginning of a match with his mother, his younger self replying mentally as he responded verbally to the man in front of him. "One who has eaten the fruit and tasted its mysteries."
The older man began laughing, intensely beating against his side of the table while his cup of tea bounced in its shockwave. "Hahaha, I haven't played another form of Pai-Sho since Konoha! Most people here watch and imitate the person before them; it's like they all are the same person!" He'd take a moment to collect himself, continuing the placement of his tokens as Wan watched, confused. In that small act of craziness, he would see the happiness the older man felt, the feeling he felt every time he'd play Pai-Sho with his mother right for bed.
The two of them would complete their placement of tokens, and the game of Classic Senju Pai-Sho would commence.
WC: 1,500
MID-THREAD CLAIM (1/1)
Current WC: 1,500
- Claiming +15 Vigor
- Claiming 1,500/2,000 towards swapping FUINJUTSU for SENSORY. (1,500/2,000)
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- Wan SenjuMissing-Nin (C-rank)
- Stat Page : [url=statpage]Stat Page[/url]
Ryo : 0
Pai-Sho is a legendary game that has made its mark on the Shinobi world since the rule of Hagaromo. Although the game's popularity has increasingly decreased, many wise sages and clans still partake in its enjoyable endeavor. It's a game of luck and strategy; the tides of 'battle' could shift at any moment. It was always courteous for the eldest to allow the younger to make the 1st move; the older man would gesture his hand towards the board, allowing Wan to place his tokens down first. "So, Iroh, is it?" Wan would ask, taking the 'Blossom' tile and placing it neatly inside one of the square grids. The Senju would take a couple more tiles and neatly arrange them to his liking as he initiated a small dialogue with Iroh. "I've heard that Pai-Sho has many arts and many forms. You seemed to notice something unique about mine, a phrase I've only heard my mother speak was uttered earlier." After folding his napkin in half, a sign that he would end his turn, Iroh would reach into his tokens bag and begin to counter-place tokens on his side of the board. "Ahh, yes, your style is that of the Senju Clan. It's known to be the oldest and most revered form of Pai-Sho, with many from Konohagakure keeping its teachings and practice alive today. I have not seen another play that hand since I left The Hidden Leaf." The hands of the traveling elder did subtle placements, and each piece was laid meticulously to have greater use later. Closely, Wan turned into both the voice and mind of Iroh, following along the story that came with a Wayfarer's past.
"Hmm." Iroh would think his next move was placing tokens between two Green Jade tiles. "It's only been four years since I left, and I know a few tricks of my home. And you, are you Senju?"
"Yes." Wan would finally declare. He'd remove a red phoenix token from his pouch and place it down. Iroh removes two of his tokens and hands them to Wan. It was a small win for a long battle. "My name is Wan Senju, and my birthplace is Kirigakure, not Sato." Wan kept the replies short and straightforward since he wanted to draw some attention to playing the game at hand. He never understood how the older generation could talk and focus; it always seemed to cause the former to lack. "My parents are from Konohagakure."
"I see." Iroh would say, two soft chuckles bubbling in him as he placed down a white-lotus token. The young Wan stood in awe at the placement of her Majesty. The White Lotus was the pentacle of all tokens, the one piece representing purity and guidance through one's nature.
"The White Lotus."
*Iroh gently smiles, placing both his hands over his knees.* "Did you expect a move so early?"
"I did not."
"Me either." The Old Man would say, laughing as he seemed to taunt the young man. "That's how tricky life can be."
With no further moves he could make, Wan still searched through his token satchel for a clue. He hoped to find an answer hidden within the cloth without verbally admitting defeat. "Then how does one figure out which way to go?"
"First, ask yourself. What do you truly want in this world, Senju-Wan."
"What do I want?" he'd think, a visualization of a world forming in his head. The skies were always bright, but the rain would fall forever. The sounds of nature would chirp harmoniously throughout the realms, internal bliss settling over the skyline as night awakes. He would walk and hold his head up towards the sky as the water dripped down, each breath he took breathing in a euphoria like no other. Skyscrapers would form in the distance as bamboo surrounded the ground, the earth vibrating her florescent life force for thousands of miles. "I want to be free. I want to have my way."
"What is your way?"
"A way of true creation. To design a world that knows nobounds...one that represents a shadow performing the greatest feat of life."
"I see. Well, do you not see the shame behind your answer?"
"I do not; you don't agree with my opinion?"
"It's not that, my friend. You are fighting yourself so much that you cannot see that you've already set sail on the dreams you envision."
An inner fight it was. The world he sought did not come flawlessly. Darkness within his heart swirled, buried deeply behind the lust for power he sought as a child. Manifestations of his darkest fears would run wild throughout the lands he dreamt of, seeking to torture all of those he chose to protect. War was endless throughout his kingdom, and there was a constant shift in Victor as the years pressed on. He grew restless for victory, which in turn caused his inner will to grow cold. He fought hard to repress his feelings during his response, a growth of tears forming behind his eyelids. "I cannot disregard what I endured. The monster in me never left, Iroh. You'd never understand the depths of what I desire most in this world...nobody will..." He would lower his head towards the ground, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. "I protect myself from a world I can not comprehend."
"Then stop protecting yourself."
"W-what?"
"Stop protecting yourself, Wan." Iroh reached over and grabbed Wan's tea cup, tossing the older brew out over his shoulder to pour him a 'fresh' cup. "It's overrated, just as power is."
"H-wh- so I should just give up on the essence of my life?"
"No, you should never give up. I do believe that it would be wise to follow the dreams you chase."
"Then how would I change the way I continue to grow?"
"That's simple." grinned Iroh, taking a small sip of his Jasmine Tea. "It's important that you continue to grow wiser throughout your journey. Think about all the places you've been, as well as all that you will visit. Wisdom itself comes from a multitude of places, not just one. If you settle for what you already know, it eventually becomes brittle and cracks, leaving nothing to reflect on. Understanding Ninshu, the elements are the foundations of a Shinobi. Understanding the different villages and the world... combining all these things will truly help you become whole." The two would sit back for a moment of reflection, The Wayfarer baffled by the words Iroh spoke. Sharing another sip of their respective cups, they would finally acknowledge the win of Iroh in Pai-Sho, where Iroh stood up to stretch his tired muscles.
"Ya know, you sound a lot like this guy I used to know. He went down the wrong path, believing he had to do everything himself. There is never anything wrong with allowing those who want to help you to help you." Iroh would extend his hand towards Wan, offering to help him stand. Grabbing his new friend and pulling up, Wan stood to tower the elder before him, bowing gracefully as Iroh tilted his hat downward. "Although I wish I hadn't lost the match, I truly appreciate the words of wisdom today, Iroh. I'll use it to continue to enact my vision amongst the world." Iroh would pull the Senju close without warming, wrapping his arms tightly around his new friend to give him a well-needed hug. Caught off guard, Wan did not know how to react, but soon enough, he'd return the favor with a solid hug as well. "I'm around these parts of the district often. I would love to play a more lucrative round next time. Maybe I'll hear from that one guy I told you about; I'm sure he could offer some more insight on how life can change suddenly.". The two of them would laugh briefly as Wan exited through the way he came, pushing back into the luscious streets of Neo-Kirigakure towards a future of his design.
P.S.: The odds of pulling the only white lotus from a 60 token bag on the 2nd draw is, yeah...Iroh probably cheated.
[EXIT]
[WC: 1,339]
CLAIMS:
WC: 1,339
"Hmm." Iroh would think his next move was placing tokens between two Green Jade tiles. "It's only been four years since I left, and I know a few tricks of my home. And you, are you Senju?"
"Yes." Wan would finally declare. He'd remove a red phoenix token from his pouch and place it down. Iroh removes two of his tokens and hands them to Wan. It was a small win for a long battle. "My name is Wan Senju, and my birthplace is Kirigakure, not Sato." Wan kept the replies short and straightforward since he wanted to draw some attention to playing the game at hand. He never understood how the older generation could talk and focus; it always seemed to cause the former to lack. "My parents are from Konohagakure."
"I see." Iroh would say, two soft chuckles bubbling in him as he placed down a white-lotus token. The young Wan stood in awe at the placement of her Majesty. The White Lotus was the pentacle of all tokens, the one piece representing purity and guidance through one's nature.
"The White Lotus."
*Iroh gently smiles, placing both his hands over his knees.* "Did you expect a move so early?"
"I did not."
"Me either." The Old Man would say, laughing as he seemed to taunt the young man. "That's how tricky life can be."
With no further moves he could make, Wan still searched through his token satchel for a clue. He hoped to find an answer hidden within the cloth without verbally admitting defeat. "Then how does one figure out which way to go?"
"First, ask yourself. What do you truly want in this world, Senju-Wan."
"What do I want?" he'd think, a visualization of a world forming in his head. The skies were always bright, but the rain would fall forever. The sounds of nature would chirp harmoniously throughout the realms, internal bliss settling over the skyline as night awakes. He would walk and hold his head up towards the sky as the water dripped down, each breath he took breathing in a euphoria like no other. Skyscrapers would form in the distance as bamboo surrounded the ground, the earth vibrating her florescent life force for thousands of miles. "I want to be free. I want to have my way."
"What is your way?"
"A way of true creation. To design a world that knows no
"I see. Well, do you not see the shame behind your answer?"
"I do not; you don't agree with my opinion?"
"It's not that, my friend. You are fighting yourself so much that you cannot see that you've already set sail on the dreams you envision."
An inner fight it was. The world he sought did not come flawlessly. Darkness within his heart swirled, buried deeply behind the lust for power he sought as a child. Manifestations of his darkest fears would run wild throughout the lands he dreamt of, seeking to torture all of those he chose to protect. War was endless throughout his kingdom, and there was a constant shift in Victor as the years pressed on. He grew restless for victory, which in turn caused his inner will to grow cold. He fought hard to repress his feelings during his response, a growth of tears forming behind his eyelids. "I cannot disregard what I endured. The monster in me never left, Iroh. You'd never understand the depths of what I desire most in this world...nobody will..." He would lower his head towards the ground, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. "I protect myself from a world I can not comprehend."
"Then stop protecting yourself."
"W-what?"
"Stop protecting yourself, Wan." Iroh reached over and grabbed Wan's tea cup, tossing the older brew out over his shoulder to pour him a 'fresh' cup. "It's overrated, just as power is."
"H-wh- so I should just give up on the essence of my life?"
"No, you should never give up. I do believe that it would be wise to follow the dreams you chase."
"Then how would I change the way I continue to grow?"
"That's simple." grinned Iroh, taking a small sip of his Jasmine Tea. "It's important that you continue to grow wiser throughout your journey. Think about all the places you've been, as well as all that you will visit. Wisdom itself comes from a multitude of places, not just one. If you settle for what you already know, it eventually becomes brittle and cracks, leaving nothing to reflect on. Understanding Ninshu, the elements are the foundations of a Shinobi. Understanding the different villages and the world... combining all these things will truly help you become whole." The two would sit back for a moment of reflection, The Wayfarer baffled by the words Iroh spoke. Sharing another sip of their respective cups, they would finally acknowledge the win of Iroh in Pai-Sho, where Iroh stood up to stretch his tired muscles.
"Ya know, you sound a lot like this guy I used to know. He went down the wrong path, believing he had to do everything himself. There is never anything wrong with allowing those who want to help you to help you." Iroh would extend his hand towards Wan, offering to help him stand. Grabbing his new friend and pulling up, Wan stood to tower the elder before him, bowing gracefully as Iroh tilted his hat downward. "Although I wish I hadn't lost the match, I truly appreciate the words of wisdom today, Iroh. I'll use it to continue to enact my vision amongst the world." Iroh would pull the Senju close without warming, wrapping his arms tightly around his new friend to give him a well-needed hug. Caught off guard, Wan did not know how to react, but soon enough, he'd return the favor with a solid hug as well. "I'm around these parts of the district often. I would love to play a more lucrative round next time. Maybe I'll hear from that one guy I told you about; I'm sure he could offer some more insight on how life can change suddenly.". The two of them would laugh briefly as Wan exited through the way he came, pushing back into the luscious streets of Neo-Kirigakure towards a future of his design.
P.S.: The odds of pulling the only white lotus from a 60 token bag on the 2nd draw is, yeah...Iroh probably cheated.
[EXIT]
[WC: 1,339]
CLAIMS:
WC: 1,339
- Claiming 13 Stats. +13 Chakra
- Claiming 500wc towards swapping FUINJUTSU for SENSORY as a spec. (2,000/2,000 achieved this thread.)
- Claiming 839wc towards learning WIND as an element via requirements of The Rinnegan (3,234/8,000. Previous WC earned here.)
Himari HyuugaChunin
- Stat Page : Stats' Link
Health: 300
AP: 1,250
Vigor: 25
Chakra: 100
Speed: 150
Strength: 25
Mission Record : Mission Log
Summoning Contract : Slugs of Shikkotsu Forest
Salamanders of Rain Country
Living Clones : Hisaki
Clan Focus : Taijutsu
Village : Konohagakure
Ryo : 194150
Wan Senju wrote:
WC: 1,500
MID-THREAD CLAIM (1/1)
Current WC: 1,500
- Claiming +15 Vigor
- Claiming 1,500/2,000 towards swapping FUINJUTSU for SENSORY. (1,500/2,000)
Approved!
- Himari HyuugaChunin
- Stat Page : Stats' Link
Health: 300
AP: 1,250
Vigor: 25
Chakra: 100
Speed: 150
Strength: 25
Mission Record : Mission Log
Summoning Contract : Slugs of Shikkotsu Forest
Salamanders of Rain Country
Living Clones : Hisaki
Clan Focus : Taijutsu
Village : Konohagakure
Ryo : 194150
Wan Senju wrote:
[EXIT]
[WC: 1,339]
CLAIMS:
WC: 1,339
- Claiming 13 Stats. +13 Chakra
- Claiming 500wc towards swapping FUINJUTSU for SENSORY as a spec. (2,000/2,000 achieved this thread.)
- Claiming 839wc towards learning WIND as an element via requirements of The Rinnegan (3,234/8,000. Previous WC earned here.)
Approved!
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