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Tomohiro

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Genin
The night sky streaked with lightning which brightened the area around him. Rain drenched his clothes as he sat trying to calm himself. Tomohiro focused on the balance within him. He sat on a rock and had been meditating for some time. His legs crossed, his head bowed, and his eyes closed. The rusted blade remained in its sheath across his lap. The elements seemed to soothe him as he started to feel his old self returning. The fuel and will to kill started to slowly release themselves through each breath of air. It had been a long time since Tomohiro was able to find focus like this. This was definitely what he truly needed. The training grounds had a way of helping him find calm. Something he hadn’t experienced in a number of months.

The last battle he fought with his teammate Zeref took some of the urge away which made him feel a small sense of calm. He was on the verge of becoming a chuunin. The emotions that he felt were not to get in the way of him becoming a successful shinobi. Tomohiro started to feel his emotions becoming suppressed by the balance he started to fill. It was like all irregularities had been removed from his body. This was what his grandfather had been talking about. His mind was clear and at ease. It was almost like the lust for blood wasn’t a part of him any more. He knew that meditating once wouldn’t that simple. It would be something that he would need to strive for everyday.

He opened his eyes looking up to the night sky. Raindrops rolled down his face as it took on the heavy rain. The wind started to push his hood off of his head revealing his dark colored hair. A deep sigh flowed through his lips as he bowed his head and returned to his meditation. A lightning bolt flashed as the the sound of earth shaking thunder followed. It had been a long time since he was able to find such peace. He hoped that the answers to his problems would just appear to him, but the universe didn’t work that way. There was always a road or a guide to get to where you needed to be. He knew that balance was important in the use of his kenjutsu. Without balance, he was just waving a sword around. Even with just executing the technique, there was no soul behind. It was like baking a chocolate cake without the chocolate. It would still be a cake, but it would be bland and unwanted.

The wind blew hard against him as he did not open his eyes. The wind was cold having blown in from the north. The rain on his hood started to feel heavy as it couldn’t soak up any more of the water droplets. Time continued to tick on as he started to fade. Everything seemed to be dark. He could no longer hear the wind blow or the thunder rumble. Tomohiro opened his eyes to a little boy. The boys violet eyes stared at him. It took a moment to realize that he was looking a younger reflection of himself. The boys short hair was rough and out of place like he had just taken a bath and his mother dried him with a warm towel. Though, it seemed like his hands were stained. The younger Tomohiro’s face was also stained with red coloring. It was blood. He couldn’t tell what he was staring at at first. Then, the scene shifted.

Tomohiro was standing alone in a training field. The younger version of himself stood in an open field with a small box filled with a handful of kunai and a few shuriken. The young child had been throwing the the weapons at a straw target. He had yet to hit his intended mark. Tomohiro continued to watch the child struggle. The scene was slightly familiar to him. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t remember the full details of the day. He watched as the boy finally hit the center of the target with a kunai. The youngster smiled as he retrieved the weapons from the target and began again. The young Tomohiro did it again on the first try. He hit the center of the target. The kid then tried with a shuriken and almost hit the center of the target. He took a deep breath and launched another shuriken. The target hit. The young Tomohiro had become so happy at his success.

Then another figured appeared. It was another young child. The child brought a small dog that seemed restless. The boy asked if he could try and the young Tomohiro refused. The boy begged and begged, but the younger Nakir still refused. The boy then lunged for the younger Tomohiro’s box and tripped. Blood started to sprinkle the ground as the boy had fully palmed a shuriken. The boy’s dog started barking as the boy cried. At the scent of the blood, the dog started going wild. The dog bared its teeth first at Tomohiro and then the boy. The little dog then charged the boy. It sunk its fangs into the boys leg. Tomohiro, the younger, stood there in slight shock. He was unsure of what to do at first before starting to pull the dog off. Little Tomohiro tried and tried to much avail.

The other child had been screaming to the top of his lungs. Tomohiro looked around and cried for help as there weren’t any listening ears around. The dog’s fangs went deeper as the young Tomohiro yanked at the dog. The young Tomohiro didn’t know what to do, but figured it would be best to make the dog leave. He then began to kick the dog. The dog then released its grip and reattached itself causing a new wound. It seemed like a lost cause until the young Tomohiro reached for a kunai. The look on his face was fear as he only knew one thing to do. The young Tomohiro took the kunai and plunged it into the dog. There was a slight yelp as the dog let go and fell to the ground. Though, the young Tomohiro didn’t stop there. He continued to jab at the dog without letting up.

Before he knew it, he was covered in blood from head to toe. The other boy continued to cry as another figured appeared. A figured with haunting eyes had shown themselves to him. Mother. The woman quickly assessed the situation and sighed. Her right sleeve blew with the wind as there was no arm to fill its void. The young Tomohiro began to cry as he ran and at gripped at his mother’s leg in tears. Tomohiro stood there looking at the vision he saw. He then realized that’s when it all started. A thunder clap shook him out of the vision as the rain let up. He wasn’t sure how long he was there, but he figured it was too long as he was heavy from the rain on his clothes.

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Tomohiro Nakir

The Grey Blade of Kumo

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Bukijutsu (Kenjutsu): S | Ninjutsu: B
Katon: S

Hyde

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Genin
Hyde had decided the night was a good time to go for a walk despite the storm. The rains forcing many to remain indoors in the dry warmth it provided. A safety from the discomfort just outside their doors. It was a simple thing to them to avoid it and yet for Hyde it was just another night for a walk. He preferred the peace away from the masses. Common folk that didn't have any sense of soul or purpose. It bothered him to be around them. Shuffling around with no drive to gain power. No urge to be stronger and relying on others for their protection. If they were ever forced into the circle of life and death they simply would falter. Or at least the majority of them would. That was why Hyde had purpose though. That circle held him already. It coursed through his veins as he had been prepared to take life since he was much younger than he was now....Since he was as young as the age his body appeared to be. Of course no one really considered someone that looked like a ten year old a threat. At least not until they faced him. At least not until they understood what happened when those eyes blanked out.

His goal was simple. He wanted to use his own hands to eliminate all the criminal element that had haunted the village and its surrounding territory. To take down anyone who had been deemed to dangerous to live by the village. He was tired of the concept of basic missions already. Wishing to shed some blood and in doing so to shed some light. He found nothing but darkness where he walked though. People looking the other way when the gangs moved around. Lowered heads and diverted gazes. He had no patience for it. Still he wasn't interested in making a name for himself either. Ambiguity of his identity over his actions was important to him. He could act vindictively without having to look over his shoulder when he needed to. For now it was serving him well. However it was only a matter of time before he would need to gain the power to hold his own when they reacted to him. They would send someone after him or be prepared for him one day. When that day came the blood that would be shed needed to be the enemies. Not his own.

Still he had walked a good distance from his apartment in the clan compound for the night. He was wearing his usual black slacks but with rain boots tonight. A black long coat the came down to his knees leaving only a little gap between the top of the boots and the bottom of the coat. His headband sat around his neck and beneath the coat he was wearing a tucked in white button up shirt. A kunai tucked into his right inner breast pocket and three senbon strapped to each thigh. His new weapons were still being forged for him so he paid that no mind. Instead he was walking around with his dark hair falling about his face with a large black umbrella held low over his head. His dull eyes looking around the streets as water ran down the ditches to the side. His walk having taken him some distance now. He had not found any activity from criminals either. It appeared with the thunder crashing overhead even they didn't care to take advantage of the storm. He was about to give up on his walk when he happened across another young man. Older looking than himself and certainly larger but with the weather soaking into him. His rusted weapon held close to him as he seemed to be lost in thought. Even as the rain battered against the top of his umbrella loudly Hyde would approach. Stopping a couple of meters away as thunder crashed revealing his plain and young features. The Hinode aged slower so he appeared about six years younger than he actually was. Still for a kid at least Hyde appeared to be well dressed. When he spoke after the thunder died down though it was almost a bored tone.

"It would seem a shame to most for a swordsman to die to hypothermia don't you think?"

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Tomohiro

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As he looked to the sky contemplating his well-being, some one approached. “It would seem a shame to most for a swordsman to die to hypothermia don’t you think?” The voice caused him to look toward the newcomer with cold violet eyes. He wondered why someone decided to bother him now at all times. It was only fairly recently that he was able to find a portion of an answer to a long list of question. Tomohiro shifted in his spot, but remained mostly unmoved. His eyes stared at the newcomer trying to get a quick visual assessment of him. The individual seemed to be maybe about seven to eight years younger than he was. Though, his speech said otherwise. He wasn’t sure exactly what stood before him. Only time would tell.

“Men have died to lesser means. If this kills me, I deserve death for being weak. I’m Nakir, Tomohiro. Who are you and what brings you here?” he replied with a monotone voice.

What he truly wanted to find out was the reason he was disturbed. Though, he was about to get up and head home. There wasn’t any reason for him to sit here and continue to be wet. He figured that he would probably need to head to his clan’s compound and change before heading back home. The feeling of his clothes sticking to his skin didn’t sit well with him. He removed his hood revealing his shinobi headband and matted wet hair. He sighed as he briefly looked away to then look back at the young individual that stood before him. The young Nakir stood up from his meditative stance as he grabbed his blade.

Tomohiro rested his hands on his sheath slightly massaging his fingers around the bamboo. It was time for him to get a new blade. An almost chuunin experienced swordsman shouldn’t be caught wielding a weapon as disrespectful as this one. This was the first blade he took a human life with, but he figured that it wasn’t the first life it took. The blade was heavily used before it landed in his hands. He actually bought the blade because he was impatient. It was probably best to sell the weapon and have a new one forged. He probably would find a better weapon or just keep it and make it an addition to a collection.

Lightning struck in the background as he had arisen from his seated position. His legs had gone a bit numb from sitting down too long. Tomohiro’s body seemed a bit stiff, but it wasn’t that unbearable. The body of a shinobi was one that had to undergo many hardships. This was no hardship. It was just his body telling him that it needed blood flow. He stretched his neck from side to side trying to get the kinks out while hoping that the meeting between the two shinobi wasn’t just a coincidence. Tomohiro normally wouldn’t stand around and conversate with people he didn’t really know, but he started to be little more open than he usually was.

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Tomohiro Nakir

The Grey Blade of Kumo

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Bukijutsu (Kenjutsu): S | Ninjutsu: B
Katon: S

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