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PostSubject: Sunėkuaizu, Kiryuu   Sunėkuaizu, Kiryuu I_icon_minitimeTue Nov 24, 2015 11:23 am



NAME:Sunėkuaizu, Kiryuu
NICKNAME: Masquerade, shortened to Mask.

AGE: Eighteen


APPEARANCE: The silver-haired boy whom we all know to be named as "Masquerade", is the progeny of both a Senju father and an Uzumaki mother; hence those whom know the truth would have undoubtedly expected that the teenager would be one of the most youthful and vigorous people in terms of appearance alone. Such an assumption would have rung true, seeing as when he were younger the teenage male could have certainly been regarded as naturally handsome due to his fine youthful features. Both the beauty of the father and the mother had been, without a shadow of a doubt, been passed down to their child; despite not sharing any other distinguishable features of theirs. The alabaster-topped teenager had not been born with the fiery-crimson hair of his Uzumaki mother, nor had he been born possessing the deep brown coloring of his father; strangely enough, he had been born with the deepest-blackest colored hair reminiscent to that of an Uchiha, rather than that of a Senju or an Uzumaki. In yet another similar way, he had possessed neither of his parent's eye colors; instead his own eye had taken a stormy-gray pigmentation rather than his parent's respective black eyes. However, despite clearly appearing different there were some similarities between himself and his parents; as an example, he had inherited his mother's pale skin, alongside of his father's facial structure. Though as a result of these overwhelming differences between himself and those whom he jokingly referred as his adopted parents, should he had never been informed of it... he would, in high likelihood, have never surmised that he were indeed their son; physically in either case. Regardless, he had always been considered to be a rather handsome fellow from way back when.        

One should have taken note of the usage of the past tense from the above mentioned paragraph, as such a description would no longer fit the bleached-hair teenager. For he, at the present moment in time, had been anything but the word "good-looking". There is no longer any physical appeal upon that once-been delicate face, having been lost to the ravages of time and the various circumstances which tagged along. The narrow face of the shinobi had once been covered in pale skin; never having possessed a single blemish as to mar the clarity of such beauty... various parts of his face were now layered in a dark-grayish color, and was now littered with an innumerable quantity of faint scar tissue. Once originally possessing smooth-to-the-touch skin, now laid rough and dry; it had been almost as if had a leathery-scaly feel to it. The skin he had once possessed now stretched tightly across his visage; and as a result of this stretching, the indentation of facial bone were now quite prominent throughout his features. To name a few of these alterations: his jawbone and high cheekbones were not quite prominent unlike before. Along with all of this, the face of the shinobi had now been completely devoid of any and all forms of hair. His natural sharp and narrow eyebrows, and his head of voluminous wild black hair were both gone; replaced with hairless patches of skin. There is no possibility of any form of hair that may grow upon his face any longer, as every fiber of a hair follicule upon his head had been burnt off from battles past. All in all, his face resembled that of a human skull with decaying skin rather than that of an ordinary human's face. In order to remedy this to a certain degree, a wig is worn atop his bald head.    

As if the face of the shinobi had not been repulsive enough as it had already been described above, he has under his possession yet another deformity that is more disconcerting than everything else combined. Ever since he had first "awakened" his Bijuu from within him, the eyes, once of stormy-gray pigmentation had undergone a rather drastic change in appearance. The change that accompanied during this awakening is strictly cosmetic and retains absolute no beneficial or detrimental effects on the functioning of his eyes. The genetic gray eyes which the shinobi had long once possessed, were of at this point in time a crimson-red color. It had not been just the iris of his eyes that had been changed, even the sclera itself had turned pitch-black in terms of color. These eyes of his give off the illusion of being luminescent in nature; particularly within darkness, akin to that of a feline... as some would say. Upon having performed a closer examination of the optics that he possesses, one would notice that the surface of his eyes possess several markings upon it though have no apparent significance. Furthermore, the eyes which he possesses as of now contain an almost lifeless look to them, staring unblinkingly ahead of him and barely appearing to ever move at all within their respective sockets; suffice to say, even the most open-minded and tolerant of individuals would feel absolute disgusts whenever this peculiar shinobi looks at them with said eyes. In summation, he is a man whom possesses such a hideous face that even a mother would find it difficult to love; it is quite ironic that the son of two people whom are noted for their looks would end up looking as revolting as he is. Though fortunately enough, the ugliness only extends from his face to the base of his neck; the rest of his body possessing an infinitely more bearable appearance. Indeed, the rest of the shinobi's body is completely normal whenver compared to his face; though still possesses a few scars and burn marks blemishing the entirely pale skin, with some bone and vein indentations.

As he is a shinobi, the teenager is most certainly fit when compared to the vast majority of people; though he is hardly the burliest amongst the ranks of ninja. The physique in which he possesses takes upon a slim and rather slender form, and it as thus that the general description of his body is primarily of an ectomorphic nature, naturally meant to be wiry. Though luckily, bulging muscles have never managed to appeal the young shinobi as he is primarily an Iryō shinobi rather than a  combative one; hence his skills revolve around remaining as swift and agile as possible, such a thing would prove to be quite difficult should he possess a sturdy form. Despite his thin build, the shinobi known as Masquerade is in good physical condition despite possessing such a thin build; which is naturally a necessity for just about any whom find themselves in his occupation after all. Whilst he appears to have no toned muscles as to be able to boast about, they are in fact present, merely only visible when they are flexed or otherwise exerted. Even then, they are hardly all that impressive of a sight; as normally his chest and abdomen appear flat whenever he is relaxes, and his limbs are thin and bony. Once again, bone indentation may be seen at certain places upon his frame, and even a few veins manage to make themselves seen throughout his body; but still, even when his body is relaxed, the toughness of his skin implies that a certain level of physical fitness is present. In a certain sense, his build merely acts in order to deceive others of his actual physical capabilities; something that had more-than-once came in handy.

In all likelihood, as a result of his slender frame, the masked shinobi appears to be much taller and lankier than he actually is; also, his posture may also be yet another factor to take into account, considering that normally he stands with a perfectly-straight back. He has yet to have grown to his full height, though at this current point in time, he stands at a height of exactly five feet and eleven inches; roughly the length of a hundred and eighty centimeters. From a set of rather broad shoulders would one find the man's arms hung, said arms are both long and slim; ending in thin and rather bony hands with equally slim fingers. Those fingers, coupled along with the bony structure of his hands and his arms, have a tendency of appearing insect-like more than anything else. The same holds true for his legs and feet, both of which are just as thin and skeletal as his upper limbs. In fact, the obscured shinobi possesses very little meat upon his bones in a general sense, and as such, one should not be surprised that he weighs very little; his body mass remains at an unfaltering one hundred and forty-three pounds, or rather sixty-three kilograms.

Whilst the young shinobi does not usually alter the dress code he had grown up with, he had eventually grown tired of the previous attire which adorned his body' opting to swap the old line of clothing for something else. With that being said, his personal preference for dressing in a manner unorthodox is still quite noticeable, perhaps even more-so with his current outfit. With his strange sense of fashion put aside, the masked shinobi is unlikely to alter his outfit on a day-to-day basis; with the current style of clothing serving as the official uniform of sorts. To start off, said uniform consists of a pair of black leather boots, rising halfway up his lower leg. Aside from these black-colored articles, the majority of Masquerade’s clothing is of a black shade. His trousers, which are loose-enough to enable easy movement, are held up by a utility belt; it is here that he attaches his ninja pouches and most of his equipment. A thin, long-sleeved shirt covers his upper torso, the bottom of which is tucked under his belt and trousers. The shirt also sports an attached hood, one that is large enough to obscure the wearer’s entire head, if pulled low enough. Above all of this, our young friend is clad in a snug, form-fitting coat, the outside of which is the aforementioned black color, while the inside is a dull gray. This single-breasted coat is usually buttoned up completely to its collar, but is left open from the waist-down to enable unhindered movement. The collar in question has wide, flat lapels that lay flatly on the wearer’s shoulders. The coat stops just a few inches above his ankles.

The thing that had perhaps made the young shinobi most well-known for, not that he was all that famous anyway, is the mask that he wears. It is an extraordinarily rare sight to see the fledgling without this accessory equipped on his person, and he often treats said mask as if it were his actual face. He even wears this article during his slumbering, and only requires to unzip the lower-region of the mask to eat and drink; hence having absolute no need to ever take it off. Kiryuu had replaced the original visor-like mask which he worn for all these years after it had broken, and now uses a much more obscuring one to cover the vast majority of his face in reason of his extensive injuries. The new mask is made of a flexible-leatheary material, covering the whole of his face except for the upper-left region; the better part of his face. The mask is rough, colored black, and has the peculiar characteristic of a mouth in the appropriate section. No nose-shaped protrusion exists on the mask’s leather surface, as it is meant to lie comfortably across the wearer’s face. The thin slit of an opening in the bottom of the mask is carved in the shape of a small smile, giving the face wear a constantly smiling look. The inside of the mask is lined with a soft, cotton cushioning, meant to make the mask more comfortable to wear for longer periods of time.  Clasps hold it in place.

All in all, Kiryuu’s entire attire serves the purpose of covering every inch of his skin, as well as hiding his repulsive physical traits. The result is that most, if not all, people him by his mask and clothes, and not by his actual face; which is precisely how he prefers it to be.

FOREHEAD PROTECTOR: Being an academy student, he has not yet gained the hitae-ate which most shinobi wear to represent their allegiance to their respective villages.

PERSONALITY: The vast majority of the shinobi world hold themselves in high esteem; even if such beliefs are quite inaccurate. There are few shinobi whom, on the other hand, are not as confident in their skills and thus covet the same confidence and self-assurance than their more "self-assured" fellows possess. But there exists a rather rare breed such as the deformed youth whom are neither conceited nor lacking in their confidence in themselves. Unlike most people, the being known as Kiryuu does not think of himself as just as good than, nor any better, than someone else. The young boy possesses quite a humble impression of himself, both in relation to his skills and overall personality. In fact, he has a sense of modesty that could be considered to be special; since he not only avoids saying anything positive about himself, but takes it a step further by focusing more upon on his negative qualities and traits - even if such things do not even exist. One could say that the young ghoulish human being does not overestimate himself, but rather underestimates himself; as he would always downplay his own various achievements and talents. Either he would act as if they were of no extraordinary value, or otherwise would point out some sort of flaw within them. One will quite literally never hear the youngling boast or brag about anything, and should he ever, it would have been an extremely rare and special exception. He seeks no actual praise or acknowledgement of his worth, which he personally considers himself not to have much. He is the sort of person whom does not desire any sense of public recognition, much more wishing to stay out of the light and in the shadows; like any sensible ninja ought to do.  

One might expect someone who bags about himself so much to have an inferiority complex or low self-esteem, but such is not the case with this man. The fledgling is one-hundred-percent confident about his strength, and has no wish of changing who he is. In other words, he fully believes everything that he says about himself. When he trains, it is not to better himself enough to become the strongest shinobi in the world, or rid himself of some weakness; he simply trains to keep his skills sharp, and for other, more selfish reasons. This man is convinced that he is neither an exceptionally talented shinobi nor a failure of one; in his eyes, he is a mediocre ninja, someone who can easily be overshadowed by more spectacular people. He will even go so far as to sometimes attribute his accomplishments to luck or chance than any talent on his part, even when such was clearly not the case. In his opinion, the only remarkable and noteworthy factor about him is the fact that he is a Jinchuuriki, and, as he further adds, a mediocre one at that. Whether or not this is true, very few can say, primarily because most people who encounter the shinobi  have doubts whether he is strong or not, especially since he keeps remarking that he is not. His habit of self-deprecation can have some unintentional benefits, though. To elaborate: everyone has a tendency to exaggerate some aspect about himself or herself, and the young gentleman is no different. Funnily enough, in Kiryuu's case, his claims are not exaggerated because he could be weaker than he says he is - he might be stronger than he says he is. Some people, when exposed to his self-deprecation, might be led to believe that he could be as weak as he claims; even the most skeptical of people might be the tiniest bit convinced of this.

The above peculiar trait having been mentioned, here is a more believable part of the Wanderer's persona. Having lived the life of a "rogue ninja" for many years now, the masked one is hardly the most optimistic of people. To put it bluntly, the individual is cynical and pessimistic, seeing the world through a lens tinted black. Having lived a rough life fraught with difficulties, he knows that the world is not all gumdrops and lollipops, particularly since he has not experienced much happiness throughout his life. Along with his cynicism, he also does not have a very good opinion of Mankind, harboring near-misanthropic feelings towards his fellow humans. That’s not to say that he hates humans or feels ashamed of being one; he merely believes that they are performing disappointingly as the dominant race of the world. This is connected with his general mistrust for all people, no matter what kind of mindset he or she has. Every human has darkness within them, thus, one must be wary around all of them. Coupled with his dark outlook on life and his distrusting nature, one might be hard-pressed to gain the trust of this peculiar ninja. Lately, this has become an even harder feat, since the man has slowly become more cautious and untrusting towards others. Both past and present, the fledgling of a shinobi gives very few people the courtesy of his trust and friendship. This anti-social behavior is because he believes that placing one’s trust in too many people can be more detrimental than beneficial to a person; he sees this as a logical belief, and thus adheres to it.

Something else that he finds logical is control over his emotions and desires. As Mask sees it, one’s emotions have the power to manipulate and control a person’s mind and actions. Many emotions can cloud a person’s reasoning, and a man without reason is no longer a man. Therefore, it is a necessity, particularly for a shinobi, to have complete control over their emotions and maintain a collected mindset. As such, he makes an effort to not give into his emotions or desires, or at least not frequently, thus allowing him the advantage of a cool head. He is remarkably calm and composed, rarely showing any form of extreme emotions. In fact, he is seen more with an amused demeanor than anything else, often addressing others with a sarcastic and mocking manner of speech. It can go without saying that his dry, dark sense of humor makes him a difficult person to get along with sometimes. As of yet, the eighteen year old has not displayed any kind romantic affection to anyone, and seems unlikely to do so at all; he has no interest in sexual activities or eros, appearing to be psychologically asexual if anything, and is more or less contemptuous towards such things.

However, for all the control he may have over his emotions, the one that causes him the most difficulty is anger. Causing this being to lose his temper can be a remarkably long and arduous endeavor; he may display signs of irritation, an emotion that he can often feel very easily, but making him snap and lose his cool is not so easy. Despite the fact that getting himself angry is a stunningly difficult task, he considers his rage to be the biggest bane of his existence. This is not because he flies into a blind, murderous rage when he loses his tempter; rather, when he remains as cool and level-headed as always when angered. The only difference is that he becomes even more vicious and cold-hearted, thus making him more likely to perform acts that he may not when he is calm; such as say, viciously maiming someone when there is no benefit in doing so, simply because he is angry at that person.          
Sunekuaizu’s major goal in life was, and still is, to be in control of his life, mind, and body. Even now, he despises the idea of someone else being in charge of his life. This belief has been the primary reason for why he is as apprehensiveness as he is to be a shinobi belonging to a village; he has no desire to be used like a puppet by some selfish politicians. He is also aware that, being a Jinchuuriki, allying himself with a village would mean that he would become nothing more than tool to be used by the Elders of the village as they see fit. The thought of being used by someone else, even if it is “for the greater good”, absolutely sickens him. Such people can certainly expect malevolence from the him. This animosity even extends to the Hachibi, who has been guilty more than once for seizing control of Kiryuu’s body in the past. The Jinchuuriki is not willing to let his Bijuu control him, not even for a second, without his approval. Powerful demon or not, he aims to remain in control of his Bijuu, and not have it the other way around. His belief in his own freedom is so strong that he would rather die than have the Hachibi assume control of his body without his permission. Selfish though it may be of him, he considers his freedom as one of the most important things in his life, and will do almost anything to ensure its continuation.

There is, however, something else that he regards to be just as important as his freedom, perhaps even more so: his survival. To Kiryuu, his survival is one of his first priorities, and just as with his freedom, he will do almost anything to ensure his safety and survival. This is not to say that he is afraid of dying. Rather, he does not fear death as much as one might expect, knowing that shinobi, as well any other human, could die at anytime and anywhere without warning. There is no complex reason behind his wish for staying alive. He does not wish to keep living so as to achieve a dream or objective; it is not because he made a promise or anything. Instead, he tries to stay alive because, having been gifted with life, he will do his utmost best to make sure he protects this greatest of gifts. As he puts it, “When I die, it will be because I’ve done everything I can to prevent it, and failed.” It should be noted, however, that Masquerade has enough sense to know that just because he considers staying alive as his primary objective in life, other people will not feel the same way. The guy does not expect others to understand or agree with his ideals, and would frankly be astounded if someone did. This idea of the preservation of his life has led to him becoming a very rationale being – or rather, even more rationale than he was before. He approaches everything with a logical and sensible outlook. If an act has no beneficial result or significant meaning to it, he will not perform it. Being a pragmatic person, he will do anything he can to accomplish a task, or ensure his continued existence. Both in and outside of battle, he will resort to any tactic, no matter how underhanded or dishonorable, to complete his objective. He understands that, being a ninja, deception and trickery can be his greatest weapons. This opportunist has no qualms about manipulating or deceiving others for his personal gain, even willing to resort to sadistic acts to achieve them. Truthfully, he always hides behind a mask - a mask of lies and deception. When coupling his “assholeness” with his self-preservation, it goes without saying that Mask will go to great lengths to advance his own interests. He is not above back-stabbing someone should it be beneficial to him, or even fleeing a battle against an opponent that is clearly more powerful than him... or may just endanger his life.

All that being said, though, it should still be remembered that he is a pragmatic individual. Whatever he does, he will only do if there is actually something to be gained from it. For example, he will not needlessly inflict pain on a defeated enemy, or even kill them, if the opposite would be more sensible. If there is more to be gained by abandoning a mission than completing it, or vice versa, then he will go with the more beneficial route. This is why he is so displeased when he loses his temper; when angered, the his logical thinking can be hampered, and may result in him performing unnecessary, violent acts. Put simply, while he may be a despicable character because of his practical nature, he is not unnecessarily malicious. He could kick the dog if he wanted to, but if there is no benefit in it, then he will not bother. Despite all his negative traits and faults, deep down, he is still a good person. The lessons he was taught by his deceased mentor have been embedded so deeply into his heart that no amount of corruption or evil can seem to remove them entirely. In spite of his selfish ideals, it is still a kind-hearted soul. While he is not the most compassionate or affectionate of people, he is not a complete monster either. Sometimes, he will help someone without any care for whether it will reap any profit for him... though, he will often tell himself that having someone indebted or grateful to him might come in handy one day. More often than not, his acts of kindness are done out of good intentions, and not because of any sinister motives.

He has not forgotten his manners and etiquettes, traits that can make him a very likeable person. He knows how to behave in public and around others. He will rarely ever address someone with a rude or condescending tone, whether the other person is an elder, superior, equal, or even an inferior. Sure, he may speak in a sarcastic manner at times, but the humorous tone is always evident. His treatment of women is still the same: he sees them as worthy of his utmost respect, and will rarely act insolently towards them. All in all, while his approach to living his life and accomplishing his objectives has changed notably, there has been very little change in how he appears in public and to others. In fact, Kiryuu remains the polite, good-natured individual that he has been for years. If someone were to interact with the young shinobi in a friendly manner and not in a hostile one, then they might discover how “good” he is as compared to other criminals; though he may still come off as a jerk. Only those closest to him and who have known him long enough would be able to detect the subtle changes in his personality – those changes being his increased sense of self-preservation and subsequent pragmatism.      

As a concluding note, some of his likes and dislikes could be mentioned. Naturally, the two things he treasures the most are his survival and freedom. While he is not the most materialistic of people, Masquerade acknowledges the worth of money, and its necessity for survivability; as such, he can often come off as a greedy, money-obsessed person, especially since his main motivation for completing missions is the reward. He does not have any noticeable hobbies, unless one counts roaming around aimlessly as a hobby; he does, however, have a keen interest in books, having been an enthusiastic reader for many years. In regards to favorite food, he has none, as he sees the act of eating as nothing more than a requirement for living, rather than something done for pleasure. However, the closest items he could have to favorite food and drink is, respectively, tuna and milk. In the list of dislikes, it would naturally be topped by anyone or anything that is endangering his life or restricting his freedom. Items placed lower would be alcohol, since it does an excellent job in making one lose control of their senses and reasoning, which is something that he is not loath to doing. Another subject of dislike - or “hate” in this case - is the shinobi's feelings towards fire. After having suffered terrible burns due to fire, he more or less distrusts Katon users as much as people who oppose his two main ideals in life. If anything, it shows how much he detests fire.

• Paternal: Senju [Does not possess Kekkei Genkai]
• Maternal: Uzumaki [Does not possess Kekkei Genkai]

NINDO: "The difference between a man and his horse is control. The Man controls the Horse; thus the Man is who I shall be."

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ORIGIN: Land of Fire
RANK: E | Academy Student

SECONDARY:  Ninjutsu


Those who have seen how he fights, would describe his approach to combat as “cheap, cowardly, and dirty”. How would he himself personally describe it? As “cheap, cowardly, and dirty”. Before anything else, Mask is a combat pragmatist, and will always seek the most effective and sensible route for staying alive, regardless of how unfair or immoral it may be. He may be willing to play by “the rules” in a battle where dying is not an issue, but if it is a fight to the death, expect foul play from this shinobi. Actually, it would be prudent to say that he will “cheat” to win even in a no-killing fight. In his opinion, there are no rules when it comes to fighting, so anything goes. As such, the being makes use of anything and everything he can to ensure his victory, ranging from shameful distractions, such as temporarily blinding his opponent, to more severe acts; like crippling a limb to render it useless. Hell, he will even play possum if it gets him somewhere. When fighting against someone like him, one would be wise to expect trickery.

Possessing mediocre to less-than-extraordinary skill at close-range combat, he is most comfortable when he has breathing room. He prefers to attack from medium to long range, relying mostly on stealth and his arsenal of Ninjutsu to defeat his adversary. Being a shinobi skilled at stealth, the youngling has no problems with relying on sneak attacks to defeat his opponent; as such, he relies a good deal on the element of surprise. Since the Jinchuuriki possesses a larger chakra reserve than most ninja could hope to have, he does not hold back on his jutsu usage, often launching jutsu after jutsu to overwhelm his target from a distance. His immense chakra pool also allows him to last longer than his opponent in terms of spiritual stamina, though his physical stamina is nowhere near as impressive. At times, he will resort to some of his Iryou Ninjutsu to aid him in battle, and he is always using his training as an Iryou Ninja to increase his survivability rate in battle. If forced into close combat, he will usually try to widen the gap, but if this is not possible, he will often keep a weapon in hand (frequently a kunai) and attempt to hold his ground long enough to find an opening to either fall back to a safe distance, or deal a decisive blow to his opponent. If he will ever pull any unfair maneuvers, it will certainly be when he is at a disadvantage. Every now and then, he may actually rush into close-quarters from the start, with the intent to cripple his adversary with his more destructive jutsu.

However, he need not always rely on the above strategies during combat. While he is a straight-up asshole in battle, he would rather avoid any confrontation from the start, something that further portrays him as a cowardly individual in his opponent’s eyes. Of course, the masked one sees this more as logic, since his life would be in danger if he fought. As such, a common course of action that he adopts when forced into battle is to either flee, or attempt to take his opponent down as quickly as possible. Usually, if he has chosen the latter case and the battle is going badly, a “tactical retreat” is in order. He would much rather someone else handle the fighting while he either escapes or launches a surprise attack. When he is fighting, the shinobi is always evaluating his opponent and his environment, using the information he gains to figure out the best method to emerge from the fight alive. Really, the best way to describe his fighting style would be to say that he adapts his style and plan on the situation at hand. If circumstances call for him to be aggressive, he will be just that; if a more defensive role is required, he will assume it.


  • Iryō Specialist - An ability acquired to highly experienced iryō-nin whose power in healing could be considered legendary. Through intensive training and studying, the medical ninja has attained near superhuman knowledge of the medical field which includes but not limited to; anatomy, biology, chemistry and toxicology. With their now flawless chakra control and vast knowledge of medical techniques, the cost of each medical technique is reduced by 40% (rounded up), as well as allowing them to rapidly heal wounds and heal through injuries others would deem impossible. They can identify injuries a person possesses from a single glance and can treat them accordingly. From their knowledge of poisons the medical ninja now has enough skill to create antidotes for virtually any poison given a sample and proper supplies.

  • Stealth Unit - A characteristic bestowed upon those elite ninja whose stealth became even deadlier through training and experience. The ninja now has stealth which allows them to move within the shadows like a phantom and completely blend in with darkness, rendering them invisible. Those with this characteristic can easily eliminate shinobi from the shadows, as well as infiltrate buildings with increased ease. Along with being able to create no sound, the ninja is now able to suppress their chakra and hide from sensors among a crowd of people, and, when they make an effort, can approach a sensor more closely (10m passive stealth; 20m active stealth) without being detected.

  • Chakra Sensory - The ninja awakens a dormant talent they've possessed and develops a new type of sensory. Now being classified as a "Sensor Ninja" the ninja is capable of detecting the presence of other people through a unique application their chakra. This sensory ability has two main facets of function. With the first the user must remaining focused and stationary and as a result the sensor will be able detect their targets from a great distance which can extend to a maximum of 100 meters. In this state they are capable of differentiating a character by their signature chakra alone to such an extent they can pin-point any individual within their sensory limit even if they are surrounded in a crowd as well as the size of their targets' chakra reserves. In the midst of combat, this ability is far less refined as the user is unable to maintain the proper focus. Without the proper time and effort a Sensor is only capable of utilizing their basic sensory at a maximum of 20 meters and the details they gain are far less specific. They are only able to recognize those of a familiar chakra signature with ease and beyond that their abilities are limited to a sense of vague location with no clues in regard to the actions or abilities of their opponents. It's not possible to sense without at least a minimal amount of effort, regardless of whether the enhanced or less refined senses are being applied. If multiple people are in close proximity to each other, it becomes harder to differentiate between chakra signatures. At max range, if people are within 5m of each other, their chakras become muddled. If the targets are within 20m of the sensor, their chakra only becomes muddled if they are within 1m of each other.

  • Hard on self - the character is especially tough on himself and thus his practicing of various techniques takes three times longer than ordinary; excluding Iryo-jutsu. This includes elemental releases, and any other trainings.

  • Spender - The character spends an exorbitant amount of money and thus any reward coming from a mission, is reduced by 50%.

  • Depth Perception - Due to the aforementioned mask, the user's depth perception and thus has more difficulty in gauging distance between a target and himself.

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HISTORY: His story starts with one man, a man named Senju Yashin. Years before his birth, Yashin was a Jounin of Hikagure, and indeed one of their finest. He was known for his immense skill and the undying love and loyalty he harbored for his village and his comrades; coupled with his heritage, he was one of the most respected men of his age in the village. The man had a friendly rivalry with one of his former Genin teammates, a female Jounin by the name of Uzumaki Kinomi. These two were constantly competing against each other, ever since their first training session back when they were Genin. They had saved each other’s lives a number of times, had been there for each other through thick and thin, and so on. It was therefore no surprise that they ended up falling in love with each other, though admittedly it took them quite a while for either to realize it. When word spread that the two of them were engaged, there was a great deal of approved nodding among the older folk. You couldn’t find a more perfect match, they would say. And indeed they were correct. Both Yashin and Kinomi shared a multitude of interests and personality traits, the most significant being the affection they had for their village and its people.

Finally, after months of waiting, Yashin and Kinomi married. The entire village was happy for them, and wished them a happy life together. The newlyweds eventually decided to leave the village and move into the countryside, where they wished to spend their lives in peace and raise a family. Though many were saddened and distraught to see two of Konoha’s finest leaving the village and its ranks, cheers and congratulations were still fresh in the air. So, the day came when Yashin and Kinomi left the village and settled into a small cottage just outside a small village. Yashin managed to find himself a satisfactory job in no time, and Kinomi spent her days mingling with others and enjoying all life had to offer. They were as happy as could be; a cynical man would have stated that tragedy was probably dying to strike them, but nothing happened in the couple’s life that was remotely like that. It was a few months after they had moved into their new home when Yashin came home to great news. Kinomi excitedly told him that she was pregnant. Yashin was delighted to hear this, and it was not long when they were telling their friends and relatives that they were expecting. From then, on the days went by in anticipation and excitement as they planned and fantasized about being parents.

However, the happiness did not last forever. News would reach the loving couple of the deaths of numerous shinobi during an important, clandestine mission; many of the casualties, if not most, were Yashin’s closest friends. As per his dying friends’ request, Yashin was informed of their passing. Upon learning of the deaths of his beloved comrades, the retired Jounin was horrorstruck, and hurried back to his village as soon as he could. He returned from his trip a slightly different man, the loss of his precious comrades and the thought of not having been there to help them, and subsequently his village, having wounded his soul. He found comfort in Kinomi, who did her best to cheer him. Yashin did seem to feel better after awhile, thanking his wife for being there for him. Knowing that he was about to become a father, the Senju was aware that it would not be good for his soon-to-be expanded family if he spent his days sulking and mourning. As such, he returned to his normal self, much to Kinomi’s relief. However, the wife still sensed that something in her husband had changed; something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She did not know at the time just how accurate her intuition was.

The days passed by, life seemed to be returning to normal, but there was something different in the atmosphere now. Yashin was not behaving like his usual perky self; he was at times rather distant and inattentive, as if his mind was somewhere else. He started leaving the house for noticeably long periods of time, hanging out with unknown people, or spending hours alone in his study. Kinomi wondered what was wrong with him, and was starting to worry that Yashin might be involving himself with a bad crowd. At long last, the fated day arrived. Kinomi lay in the hospital ward, holding in her arms a small baby boy, with Yashin beside her. At first glance, the child did not seem to belong to them: he did not have Kinomi’s red crimson hair and green eyes, or Yashin’s muddy-brown hair and eyes. The little boy’s eyes were a stormy gray, and the small strands of hair on his head were clearly a black coloring. The lack of resemblance did not matter to Yashin or Kinomi, of course. They were just happy to see that their child was alive and healthy. Kinomi remarked that she hoped their son would grow up to be a handsome man. Yashin agreed with a nod, smiling down at his new son. They named the child Senju Junsei. A part of Kinomi hoped that Yashin would return to his regular self now that he was a father. To her immense relief, he did just that, reverting to his playful and joyous demeanor, playing and loving his child. The sight pleased Kinomi, for she was glad that the Yashin she knew and loved was back. The days passed by pleasantly and life just seemed perfectly beautiful.

It was two months later when disaster struck. Yashin and Kinomi awoke in the morning to find that someone had kidnapped their son in the middle of the night. They were horrified by what had happened and began searching everywhere they could for Junsei, asking anyone they could for help; they were desperate to find their child. Kinomi looked as if the world had come to end; she was terrified for her son, worried that he might be in grave danger now. This time, Yashin was there for her, helping her get through the mess they were in. In the end, Yashin’s confidence that they would find Junsei was what stopped Kinomi from doing anything reckless. One night, while lying in bed trying to fall asleep, Kinomi heard Junsei sneaking out of the house. Her worries about her husband’s changed personality, which she had cast aside with the belief that they were erroneous, arose once more. She began to follow Yashin, recalling everything she had ever learned as a ninja about shadowing others. Exactly where Yashin was going, she had no idea, but she was determined to find out. Despite her suspicious, she did not distrust her husband; regardless, a part of her was telling her that something wrong. So, she followed Yashin through the night across the land until he reached a small cave entrance at the base of a mountain. Yashin’s cautious nature at this point made Kinomi even more suspicious, and without a second thought she followed her husband into the cave.

Stepping into the tunnel, Kinomi found herself reaching a large stone cavern crafted by hand into the mountain. Inside the cavern, she spotted Yashin speaking to a number of cloaked figures. Drawn on the center of the cavern floor was a large, intricate seal; a large barrel was suspended a few meters above the seal’s center. Kinomi, being an expert Fuuinjutsu specialist, knew immediately that this was a sealing ceremony; however, she had no idea what was being sealed. Keeping her presence hidden, she watched as Yashin and the mysterious men scattered to stand at specific points around the seal. One of the cloaked men stepped towards the seal’s center and deposited a small object wrapped in numerous folds of cloth onto the floor. He then positioned outside the seal himself like the others, and as one, all of the men (including Yashin), began forming a string of unknown handseals, naming each seal as it was made. As Kinomi watched, the seal markings on the floor began to snake towards the object in the center, slipping through the folds of the cloth covering the object. As soon as the last marking had vanished underneath the folds, the barrel suspended above began to shake violently, swinging from its chain unstably. None of the men in the room reacted, still performing the handseals. Then, a dark gray, smoke-like mist began to seep out of the barrel and flow smoothly to the object below. Just like the markings, the gas slid under the cloth, quickly vanishing from sight.

The men formed the final handseal, and then one of the cloaked figures stepped forward and picked up the object on the ground. The bundle of cloth was passed into Yashin’s arms, and the Senju looked down at it with a look of content and fiery determination. As he lowered the cloth from the top of the object, Kinomi gasped loudly as she realized that the object was actually Junsei. Confused, Kinomi stepped out from behind her cover and called out to Yashin. The man started and stared in surprise at Kinomi, clearly shocked at her presence. Slowly, in a stunned voice, Kinomi asked Yashin what had just happened, and why Junsei was here. When her husband did not reply, Kinomi advanced forward and grabbed her baby, staring down at it. An intricate seal tattoo had been etched onto the center of the child’s chest. Kinomi looked up at her spouse with such a fierce fire that the cloaked figures behind Yashin automatically stepped back a pace. After several seconds of silence, Yashin finally spoke. He told Kinomi that Junsei had not been kidnapped by thieves, and confessed to having taken him away one night and brought him here. When asked by a distraught Kinomi why he had done so, Yashin replied that he had done it all for Konoha, all for the safety of his village and his loved ones. He explained that the barrel above had been holding one of the legendary Bijuu inside. For many months, Yashin had been searching for the Bijuu; after much time and effort, he had found one and, with help, managed to capture it. Once he had done that, he had brought Junsei here to have the Bijuu sealed within him, to turn him into its new host.

As Kinomi listened to this narrative, she backed away from Yashin, her face horrified and at the same furious. She could not believe that Yashin would do something like seal a Bijuu into their newborn son’s body. She yelled at him, asking him how he could do such a thing, how he thought he had the right to do such a thing. Yashin’s reply came with a chuckle this time. Once more, he repeated that it was all for Kigakure, all for the safety of the village. Junsei would be raised as Kigakure’s ultimate weapon, so that should they ever need it, they would have unbelievable power at their disposal. They would be able to crush anyone who stood against them, and never again would anyone in the village have to suffer or feel fear. A strange look had appeared on Yashin’s face as he spoke, along with a strange glint in his eyes. He looked like a completely different person now. Kinomi realized that this was now the real Yashin; this was what he had turned into ever since his friends had died.

Once Yashin finished his speech, Kinomi shook her head and defiantly told Yashin that she refused to let her son be the carrier of a demon. She ordered Yashin to have the Bijuu removed from Junsei immediately; she further told him that, if he felt that Kigakure needed a Jinchuuriki so badly, then he should turn himself into one instead of their only son. It was a mark of just how much she loved Junsei; she was willing to toss aside a chance to protect her village, just so that her son wouldn’t have to suffer. Kinomi’s words surprised Yashin. He stared at her in silence for a few minutes, as if suddenly seeing her in a new light. Finally, he stroked his hair, looking around him distractedly as if he was lost in thought. He then looked at Kinomi, and his expression was cold and dark. He told her flatly and unemotionally: if Kinomi was going to stand in the way of protecting Kigakure, then she was an enemy of Kigakure; if that was the case, then Yashin had to do his duty and rid Kigakure of its enemies.

With those words, he lunged at Kinomi, a kunai suddenly appearing in his hand as it swung towards the woman’s throat. Kinomi managed to dodge just in time, maintaining her grip on the unconscious Junsei. Yashin turned to face his wife, a terrifying look in his eyes. Kinomi knew that he was beyond reason now, so she turned tail and ran, sprinting out of the cave as fast as she could. Her spouse wasted no time and went right after her. The two figures ran through the night, Kinomi doing her best to try and lose Yashin. In a normal situation, she would have stopped and fought, but she could not dare risk it now, lest she injure Junsei. So she simply ran, and using a few tricks, she managed to lose her pursuer for a little while. Taking advantage of the moment, she quickly took refuge in a small town. As it was the middle of the night, the inhabitants of the village were fast asleep, so she did not have to worry about anyone questioning her or seeing her. Kinomi knew that Yashin would catch up to her shortly, so she needed to find a place to hide Junsei before he did. Her mind kept wandering to the Bijuu sealed within her son. The very thought made her heart ache; she longed to find a way to rid her beloved child of this “curse”. As she searched the village for a safe place to hide Junsei, an idea suddenly struck her. Finding a secluded spot, Kinomi set Junsei down and placed another Fuuinjutsu on him, a jutsu that would leave him incapable of using his Bijuu. With Kinomi’s expertise in the art of sealing, it would be extremely difficult for anyone to break the seal without her help. Once she was done, she left Junsei at the town’s orphanage and ran off, trying not to think about her son. All she could do was pray that he would lead a happy life, and that he would not have to suffer for what she and Yashin had brought upon him.

Little Junsei, or Kiryuu as he was named at the orphanage, grew up without any recollection of the above-mentioned events, or in fact of any information regarding his parents. The orphanage he lived in was not, strictly speaking, the best in the business. The village he lived in was small, poor, and not well-developed, littered with large families that barely had enough money to feed themselves. His orphanage was small yet packed with more children then it could handle. The orphans lived in sub-standard conditions, receiving a great deal of neglect from the staff due to their number. Since the village was not well-known and most of the families had more members than they probably wanted, not many adoptions occurred; thus, it was common to see children as old as fifteen living in the orphanage, assuming they hadn’t been kicked out yet or run away. Growing up in a rough, neglected environment like he did, Kiryuu was not really the happiest child you could run into. There wasn’t anyone to teach him about good ethics, though that’s not to say he was a delinquent. While Kiryuu did have a rather bad habit of getting into trouble, he never did anything severe. Of course, he had his good qualities, but he did not actually have anyone to help that part of him grow.

Being an orphan did not bother Kiryuu as much as it did most people. Sure, he had no idea who his parents where or why they had abandoned him, but to him the word “parent” was just a meaningless word. As he never received any of the love and affection that every child needs as they grow, he did not fully understand the importance of having a family, or indeed any form of relation. Even his friends (though the word “acquaintances” might be a better term) were not that close to him, though this was mostly because they found him to be a rather odd character. And odd he was. For one thing, Kiryuu never showed himself on the rare occasion when someone came to adopt a child. Furthermore, he did not he spend time with people of his age group, or of any age group. He would often wander aimlessly through the village and the surrounding areas by himself, taking in the beauty of the world around him. He hated the orphanage he lived in, his gut turning every time he returned to it or looked at it. And it was not just the orphanage. He disliked most of the people around him as well, not because he thought they were idiots or that he was better than them, but because he knew they all disliked him as well. The adults would often say to each other about how the boy gave off an odd feeling to others; as if there was something “wrong” with him. As a result of this treatment, he was rather quiet and cold around others, snubbing them rudely or simply ignoring them.

What with the bad impression he gave to others, it was no wonder that Kiryuu remained in the orphanage for almost eight years. During those eight years, all Kiryuu could wish for was some way to leave. If he had given the people who wished to adopt him a chance, he may have gotten his wish earlier. The idea of a parent did not seem appealing to him, however, so it was unlikely that he would be leaving through adoption. Eventually, Kiryuu did get his wish to leave the orphanage. It was a day like any other day. More accurately, it was just before sunset; yet this day would forever be etched into Kiryuu’s memory. At the time, the boy was sitting on a tree branch in a park when he heard a loud explosion sound behind him; this was immediately followed by screams of pain and fear. Looking behind him, Kiryuu saw a horde of men dressed completely in black running through the village, knocking down doors, setting buildings on fire, and massacring people left and right. The masked men ransacked the town, killing anyone they found. Every building was burnt or knocked down to the ground. As Kiryuu ran through the burning village and the bloodshed, he could see the people he had spent so many years with dying before his very eyes. The terrified boy ran as fast as he could from the carnage, wanting nothing more than to live.

He ran and ran, longer than he had ever run in his entire life, longer than he thought he could, until he finally collapsed inside an empty cave. Here, the boy rested, frightened and alone, wondering what he was going to do now. He stayed in the cave for a few hours, emerging when he began to feel hungry. He found some fruit and a nearby river, and once he had satisfied his hunger and thirst, he set out in a random direction, hoping to come across some form of civilization soon. He had no plan, but he figured it would be better to go look for something rather than wait for it. Kiryuu walked for hours and hours, climbing over fallen logs and going around streams and rivers. He had been travelling for nearly two hours when he came across an open road that led to a fork. Reading the sign at the junction to try and figure out where he was or where he was going, Kiryuu picked one of the forks at random and followed it. His decision brought him to another village, and as soon as he saw it, Kiryuu knew that this was a much more developed place than where he had grown up.

Entering the village, Kiryuu began looking for some form sustenance. Being only eight, he had no money in his possession, and he wasn’t exactly skilled enough to earn a living. He therefore had to resort to stealing to live, which did not really go too well with the people he stole from. As such, Kiryuu’s bad reputation seemed to persist, and he ended up living on the streets, stealing and struggling to survive. Again, it was not as bad for him as it might have been for others. As he had barely had any proper comforts in the orphanage, his current lifestyle, while in no way an improvement, was nonetheless bearable. Of course, that did not mean that Kiryuu would refuse an act of kindness should he receive one, as rare as they may be. Weeks passed, and then months, and soon Kiryuu had spent over a year in this way. He did not stay in the one place, eventually being forced out by the inhabitants or leaving when he grew tired of the same place. Kiryuu was learning a good deal about fending for himself. He wouldn’t always stay in a town or village; at times he would camp out in the woods. It was through this type of lifestyle that Kiryuu managed to develop his survival skills.

Not much happened during Kiryuu’s life since then. It was rather dull and repetitive, but as he had very little to compare it to, he managed to bear it. He would sometimes take up small tasks for money or food, which helped him learn a good deal about the world he was living in. Fortunately, Kiryuu was literate, so he used to spend his time trying to find books to read, and this soon developed into a passion for reading.

By now, Kiryuu had grown a good deal since he had left the orphanage. Not just in body, but in mind as well. He was more mature than people his age and much tougher due to his rough lifestyle. When it came to ambitions or plans for the future, he did not really have any. Not for lack of trying or laziness, but because he had no one to guide or point him in the right direction. However, he did not want to live his entire life the way he was currently living it. Therefore, he was willing to take any chance to change his future that would come his way; and come his way it did. During one of his visits to another village, Kiryuu was mugged by a gang of older teens. Unfortunately for them, Kiryuu did not have anything useful to steal, so to make up for his not yielding anything of value, the boys proceeded to beat him up. Being much smaller and weaker than the boys, Kiryuu could not stand up for himself properly, and was severely pummeled. Lying on the ground, bruised and beaten with the boys kicking and mocking him, Kiryuu felt completely helpless.

Fortunately, the boys’ activity was interrupted at that moment. An old, hunched up man had stepped up to them, asking them to cease beating Kiryuu. Laughing, the boys advanced towards the man, ready to attack. The first blow they landed was countered effortlessly by the man, much to everyone’s surprise. More surprise was felt as the man gave a swing of his hand to release a gust of wind at the boys, knocking them off their feet and into a dumpster. Frightened, the boys climbed out of the dumpster and ran for it. The hoodlums disposed of, the old man then walked over to Kiryuu and helped him up. Placing his hand over the injured boy’s wounds, the man healed them immediately using his chakra. Once Kiryuu was back to full health, he thanked the man, asking him how he had done all those things. Smiling, the man took Kiryuu to a restaurant and bought him something to eat while he explained everything. Sakamoto (for that was the man’s name) told Kiryuu about ninja, chakra, ninjutsu, and many other things. Kiryuu listened in awe to everything the man said. He had seen ninja before, but he had never thought much of or about them. To him, they were just another group of people. However, listening to Sakamoto’s explanation made Kiryuu realize that there was more to being a ninja than he had first thought.

Once Sakamoto was done with his explanation, he asked Kiryuu to tell him about his life. As Kiryuu summarized his past in a few sentences, Sakamoto listened with a sympathetic and pitying face. When Kiryuu was finished with his narrative, the old man asked the boy if he wished to learn about being ninja, if he wanted to do something useful with his life. The offer surprised Kiryuu, and after a few minutes of silent thinking, he agreed. With that, Sakamoto took Kiryuu under his wing and began training him to be a ninja. From then on, Kiryuu’s life became more exciting. He realized for the first time that he had an actual goal now, and it felt good. He worked hard with his new teacher to become a ninja. He tried his best to master everything he was taught. Sakamoto was pleased to see that Kiryuu was quite sharp and talented, able to adapt to this sudden change in his life quite well. Knowing that he had to start from the basics, Sakamoto was patient and considerate with the boy, giving confidence and making sure he did not lose his resolve. It soon came to the point that Kiryuu began regarding Sakamoto as a friend, someone he could actually turn to for help. For the first time in years, Kiryuu finally felt like he was happy with his life.

The years passed, and soon Kiryuu had learned a good deal about being a ninja. His travels with Sakamoto had helped his growth greatly, granting him even more experience. Sakamoto was not only helping Kiryuu become a better ninja, but he was even helping him become a better person. Good manners, the difference between right and wrong, politeness, all those lessons which a parent ought to teach their child, Kiryuu ended up learning under Sakamoto’s tutelage. The boy wondered often if this was what it felt like to have a parent, or at the very least, a sibling. Soon, the time came when Kiryuu’s training with Sakamoto had come to an end; and not a moment too soon. As Kiryuu knew all too well, Sakamoto was a very old man who, despite his great strength, was nearing the end of his life. Eventually, Sakamoto would be gone, and Kiryuu would be all by himself. At his deathbed, the old man told his pupil that it was all up to Kiryuu now. How the boy lived his life, how he trained, what he did, it was all Kiryuu’s choice to make. Ever grateful, Kiryuu thanked Sakamoto, and stayed by his side until he died.

The loss of Sakamoto was quite the emotional blow for Kiryuu. He was once more in charge of his own life again, and admittedly at first, he was a little nervous as to what he should do. Sakamoto had told him about shinobi villages and how the majority of ninja worked for them, but Kiryuu did not like the idea of being bound to one village. He had changed greatly over the years, but he still did not like the idea of being chained to anything. A few days after Sakamoto’s death, a highly significant event occurred in Kiryuu’s life. While traversing through a large, grassy meadow, Kiryuu sensed that he was being followed by someone. Glancing around, he saw a cloaked figure standing ten meters away from him, surveying him from under his hood. When questioned as to why he was following Kiryuu, the man chuckled softly, remarking that he was interested in the boy, or more specifically, what was inside the boy.

Confused, Kiryuu asked for further details. The man grinned and replied with a question, asking if he knew about the creatures called “Bijuu”. When the answer was given in the negative, the man elaborated, explaining what the Bijuu where, and then going on to explain about Jinchuuriki. Kiryuu listened patiently, wondering what this had to do with him. The man then pointed to Kiryuu and announced that he was a Jinchuuriki. Silent for a full minute, Kiryuu simply stared at the cloaked man. He made to walk away as if the conversation was over, but the man suddenly appeared in front of Kiryuu and placed his index finger on the latter’s forehead. He told Kiryuu that he expected his words to be treated with disbelief on Kiryuu’s part, but he had proof. Before Kiryuu could do anything, he saw a memory surface in his mind’s eye, the memory of the night when he had had the Bijuu sealed within him. As this happened, the seal signifying his status as a Jinchuuriki appeared on his chest.

Kiryuu was pulled out of the memory, and the experience had been so real that he had no doubts whatsoever about its validity. He looked up at the hooded man’s face, for he recognized him from the memory. This was the brown-haired man from the memory, the only one who had not been shrouded in a cloak. This was the man who had brought him to the cave to become a Jinchuuriki. Still trying to understand the gravity of the situation, the boy sat onto the grass, taking it all in. He had a monster inside him, and no one had ever told him. He had never known that he was supposed to be a tool used as a trump card. He had never known that his future had been stolen from him not long after he was born. With a chuckle and an unpleasant smirk, the man remarked how unfortunate it was for Kiryuu. To have such heartless parents, who were willing to place a demon inside their son, and then abandon him afterwards? It was cruel and horrid. Clearly his parents had never loved him! Those words, much to Kiryuu’s surprise, actually stung him. He realized that a small part of him had always hoped that he did have people out there who loved him, people who he could call his parents. But after what he had just heard, he did not think so anymore. This man, he was right. Only a twisted person would do something like this.

Looking up at the man, Kiryuu asked him why he had told him this, and if he was here for his Bijuu. The man laughed, not exactly nicely, and stated that he had come to help Kiryuu turn his curse into a gift. As the man spoke, he lowered his cloak, and as Kiryuu got a good look of his face, a new memory appeared in his mind: a vision of opening his eyes from darkness to look up into two faces beaming down at him, that of a red-haired woman and a brown-haired man. All of a sudden, it dawned on the horrified Kiryuu that this man was his father. The floodgates having been opened, his subconscious took over from there. It all came back to him in rush. Though he had been asleep at the time, Kiryuu had heard his father confessing to the crime of kidnapping him and sealing the Bijuu inside him without anyone’s consent, and the reason as to why he had done it. All of it flooded into his mind, spilling out from behind the reservoir of memories within which it had been hidden for so long.

Anger flooded into Kiryuu’s blood, and he backed away from the man named Yashin, murmuring softly that he remembered now; remembered who Yashin was, and what he had done. Yashin was surprised to hear this, but confirmed the fact that he was indeed his father. Grinning wickedly, he remarked that he had been searching for him for years just so that he could complete what he had started, so that he could have Kiryuu fulfill his purpose. According to Yashin, the only reason he and Kiryuu’s mother had given birth to him had been to turn him into a Jinchuuriki. These words stunned Kiryuu, and he stood there frozen on the spot, staring blankly into space. Chuckling, Yashin began to walk over to Kiryuu. He suddenly pulled his fist back and made to punch the boy to knock him out. With Yashin’s skill and experience, someone like Kiryuu would stand no chance, even against an attack as simple this. The punch should have hit Kiryuu. It did not. As the blow was an inch from Kiryuu’s face, the boy’s hand grabbed the arm by the wrist in mid-attack and stopped it in its tracks. A surprised Yashin looked down to see that his son’s eyes had gone wide, as if something had snapped inside. As the man watched, the boy’s eyes began to change, the entirety of the eye turning a bright red coloring and taking on an deamonic-like appearance.

In a soft voice, he slowly spoke the words: “Don’t touch me.”

With that, the boy swung his own arm and tore Yashin’s arm in half as easily as if it were made of cotton. Howling in pain, Yashin stumbled back, gripping the stump of his arm, staring with horror and surprise at the boy. The boy’s face was plastered with a crazed, murderous look, his entire body covered in a crimson, flame-like aura. Kiryuu tossed aside the bleeding appendage he held in his hand, his eyes wide and bursting with murderous intent. Yashin had just enough time to realize that the boy was under the Bijuu’s influence before Kiryuu vanished from the spot to appear right in front of him. Before he could react, Yashin felt something pierce deep into his chest; looking down, he saw his son’s hand embedded completely into his chest. Without a word, his son closed his hand over Yashin’s heart and yanked it clean out of his chest. A howl of pain escaped from the man’s mouth as he collapsed onto the grass, dead. A panting Kiryuu looked down at the immobile figure, his eyes aflame with anger. A second later the flame died away. Kiryuu’s entire body shuddered, and he then dropped to the ground in a dead faint.

When Kiryuu next woke up, it took him a while to comprehend his surroundings and recall what had happened. Seeing his dead father’s body beside him helped speed up that process; he sat up straight as everything came rushing back to him. He knew that he had done this, yet he didn’t fully remember ever deciding to. All Kiryuu remembered was a feeling of immense hatred towards Yashin, and after that, he had seen something strange in his mind. A gargantuan mass of chakra, too dark and hazy to distinguish clearly, but he had clearly seen the numerous tail-like appendages behind the mass. Whatever it was, it had suddenly awakened within him, and the sheer magnitude of its presence had been unnerving. Kiryuu buried his head in his hands and closed his eyes. Just now, when he had been unconscious, he had seen the same figure again, though it had been a tad bit clearer, and it had said something… “Finally”. The boy had no idea what the entity had meant by saying that, but the tone in which it was said had made him uneasy. Bringing himself back to reality, Kiryuu rose to his feet and staggered away from his father’s corpse, his mind still swirling with thoughts.

Despite his desire for freedom, Kiryuu had been considering aligning himself with a shinobi village in reason of protecting his own life, and as such, as a wanderer made his way to join up with Kigakure no Sato; or so had been the original plan. At one point in time, his Bijuu had been stolen and extracted from him. With a vengeful heart, he sought power at any cost and had eventually become one of the world's most powerful shinobi, albeit at the cost of his own lifespan. With this, he would place his abilities in the form of fuuinjutsu and gather a small army imbued with his abilities. He would proceed to then infiltrate Kigakure as an Academy Student; with the aid of past members of the organization known as Shirotori.

The story turns blank here, leaving all to wonder how his tale will come to an end.

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