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1 Formation of squad #3![private] on Mon Feb 12, 2018 9:30 pm

Chikamatsu Arashi

Chikamatsu Arashi

Through the window of her new home the light from the morning sun came through in multiple way's penetrating the dark of Arashi room, one particular ray had angled itself perfectly to go over Arashi eye's and she slowly woke up with a soft groan as she still felt sleepy and rolled over in her bed and begun to reflect on what she was to do that day and the first thing that came to her mind was she was suppose to be meeting her ninja squad as she begun to doze off back to sleep.

Suddenly the realization of her meeting with her squad was enough to wake her up on a high note as the upper half of her body rose from her bed quickly with a loud gasp coming from her lips, Arashi begun to move with haste as she made her way to take a brief shower and then proceeded to put on a black and white lining sleeveless jacket matched with a white skirt with two black rectangle's facing each other,she then slips on a pair of  long black shinobi footwear that go up almost to her knee's before finally putting on black opened fingered glove's with a small rectangle metal plating on them.

She then complete's the look by wearing fishnet arm-sleeve's before looking at a mirror and smiling at herself, she then picks up a large item wrapped in white cloth and straps it to her back before heading outside to meet with her new squad member's.

Once she's outside Arashi takes in the scenery of her new home while slowly breathing in the fresh air of Iwagakure, after a few moments she then jumps down from the mid-high ledge of where her home is onto the ground before starting to slowly pick up speed until she is running to a place called the "Fissure Training Ground's" where Arashi had received a note to come too.

Due to her haste once she arrived Arashi had seemed to be the first one to come and she slightly slumped over as she sighed with bitterness about her own eagerness to make new friends, she quickly stood up straight and said to herself out loud "No use just sitting around, i might as well get some practice in"

Arashi then takes off and throws into the air the big item that was on her back wrapped in cloth and quickly activate's her puppet technique causing the ten strings to connect to the white clothed item as the cloth now slowly falls off to reveal it was a puppet that now stood on it's own two feet connected to Arashi's chakra, Arashi then  moves her right index finger over her right middle finger and the puppet stretch's his right arm to his  right side and then Arashi repeats the same process for her left finger's and the puppet stretch's its arm to the left side.

Arashi keeps practicing the movement of her puppet while she waits for the squad members to show up.



Jutsu Used:

Name: Puppet Technique (Kugutsu no Jutsu ~ 傀儡の術)
Canon/Custom: Canon.
Rank: E.
Type: Supplementary.
Element: None.
Range: 30m.
Specialty: Kugutsu.
Duration: -5 per post
Cooldown: Duration +1 post.
Description: This jutsu generates long, fibrous, malleable chakra strings from each of the user's fingers. They are partially intangible to prevent tangling; this jutsu cannot be used to bind people. The condensed chakra takes a hue of variable color depending on the user. Use of this technique on puppets is only available to those with the Kugutsu specialty. However, people without skill in Puppetry can still generate chakra strings to control weapons they have the specializations to wield, within 30m. This consists of whipping them around like a flail or yo-yo, or controlling their path of travel when thrown. Unless durability is enhanced by a separate technique, these chakra strings can be broken by any D rank technique that causes blunt force, cutting, or piercing damage.

This technique cannot control living people; it can only control corpses, or Human Puppets currently in the user's locker.

Arashi's String Type:
The following applies not to the rank of the jutsu, but rather the rank and the skill level of the user.

Focused control:
The user, with these strings, is able to literally control their puppets with such mastery as if they were basically human themselves. The concentration at this level requires they dedicate themselves into only one or two puppets, but they operate without any negatives what so ever, and move at the user's speed and reaction times.
E-C rank = 1 Puppet max
B-SS rank = 2



Reaction time
E ~> E-1, 75 words
E-1 ~> E-2, 150 words
E-2 ~> E-3, 225 words
E-3 ~> D, 300 words

E ~> E-1, 75 words

Last edited by Chikamatsu Arashi on Mon Aug 13, 2018 3:31 pm; edited 1 time in total

2 Re: Formation of squad #3![private] on Tue Feb 13, 2018 7:38 am



Jerrick sat inside one of the many local taverns in his new shinobi village. The warm fire matched the excitement that burned in his heart. It was blended with anxiousness that he hadn’t felt since he had been assigned a training unit back in his military days. A new start like this didn’t come so often especially for a member of Clan Shinkai. He had worked literally through blood and sweat through his life. His accomplishments had been lost to time. Jerrick didn’t want to dwell too much on his past. A past that was full of dark days and anguish. Though, his past had changed him into who he was today. He was a man that wanted to see his comrades succeed, but he didn’t know what to expect from them. The hardened soldier mulled over the letter he received telling him of where to meet his new squad.

An empty bowl of what was miso soup sat before him as he started to stand up to make an exit. He left ryo on the table as his payment. Jerrick then started to make his way to the training grounds. The former soldier donned himself in a sleeveless tunic that exposed his many scars and tattoos. The dark red cloth stretched down to his thighs with a golden embroidered v-neck. It would almost seem like a dress if it hadn’t been for the leather belt that he had around it. An embroidered split in the cloth lead from his belt down to the end of his tunic. On his waist he had his trusty obsidian axe. He had yet to receive his shinobi headband and wore a simple bronze circlet that matched the color of his belt buckle. His trousers were black completely exposing his black leather boots. Black training tape had been wrapped around the exposed part of his legs, fist, and wrist.

The soldier now turned shinobi didn’t know what he would find at the meeting, but he figured that some training may be involved and he wanted to come prepared. He figured that he may be pretty old for the rank of genin. Squadmates that were younger wouldn’t be a surprise to him. Information about the shinobi world was a vague to him concerning certain things. The ranks he was familiar with, but it hadn’t been until a few days ago that he figured out how the village ninja system worked. Though, he still had questions that needed to be answered. Some of them he figured would be answered in due time. There was plenty of things he wanted to learn and experience. Returning his lost strength was one of the first of many things on his to do list.

Jerrick knew that he wanted to become a successful shinobi and serve his new village proudly. Like many Shinkai before him, he had taken his first steps as a shinobi. Outside of those individuals, he was the first he knew of that joined the ranks of Iwa. Many others had joined Kumo or Kiri where two sects of his clan had been closests. Jerrick knew that his father would be disheartened that he chose this path since he was raised to take over his father’s place. He did know that his father would respect his actions to rejoin the world in a combat role. It would probably be the only thing that his father would respect. Being a soldier was also a role, that his father didn’t care for him to take. Though, he held much regards for his father and his decisions.

Once he made it to the training grounds, he had already been preceded by another. She seemed to be practicing with a puppet. It had been a long time since he seen a puppet user. Jerrick would stand back and watch carefully. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be noticed. The art of kugutsu was quite intriguing, but he rather be up close and personal with his targets. He hoped that he wouldn’t get mistaken for their sensei. Though, he figured that he probably didn’t. There were many people in the village and not many if any at all even resembled his features. He looked like a foreigner through and through.


[Thread Exit/Inactivity]

END: 450/450 [E-0 to E-3]
PER: 225/225 [E-0 to E-2]

47 words unused

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3 Re: Formation of squad #3![private] on Tue Feb 13, 2018 6:11 pm



What do you think will happen to you when you become a shinobi, Fukurō?” the woman said, her voice trembling slightly. “A quiet, damaged girl like you will not be able to survive in that world. Please stay here. Make an honest living and keep your hands clean. Please.

Thank you for the consideration, Mother. I have to make my own decisions. I have to be of use to someone.

Mother was always so concerned about Fukurō. She was no longer a child though. The petite girl stood within her bedroom, dressing herself as she listened to her mother from the opposite side of the door. Her form and shape was womanly, even at the age of only seventeen she would easily be mistaken for an adult of her middle twenties. Her light green hair settled gently between her shoulder blades and down to around the small of her back. Preparing to leave home was no simple feat for her. Avoiding the sight of the mirror, she pressed one pale, dainty foot gently against the wall and began to wind bandages around it. This process alone was one which could consume almost an hour on bad days. Fukurō would wrap her entire body from head to toe in the high quality medical bandaging, leaving only space to breathe, a small pace where her mouth could open, and eye holes.

Over the white bandaging, which was usually near perfect, Fukurō wore a maroon cloak with floppy ears on the top, more representative of the “horns” of an owl. After this lengthy dressing process concluded, she would stand in front of the mirror, her heterochromic eyes staring back through the bandages. Red and green glistened together. She was so pretty this way. Only this way.

As the door swung open her mother stood and stared for a few moments, uncertain of what the “correct” reaction was. Knowing the instability that festered within the young woman she called Fukurō, made anything a potentially incorrect reaction. She opted to be positive. “Wow, Fukurō. You look wonderful. Have you chosen to head to the training grounds either way? Please think about what I’ve asked. I..

With a smile that showed evidently toward her mother, Fukurō gave her a significant hug, an odd thing to come from the girl. This left her mother sedated and calm enough that she was able to exit her home with no further blockades.

Will I be given the opportunity to help someone today? The training grounds usually have enough people for that.

She had arrived at the grounds quite some time before anyone else. Though, it would seem she may have remained unnoticed for some time. She was perched up against a red clay rock formation. At any distance, the maroon cloak and the red clay would have seemed like a standard transition of the rock’s coloration. The first person Fukurō would notice and study from the distance was a girl dressed in black and white. The attire seemed relatively standard for a shinobi. The fishnet arm sleeve was stylish as well. Within moments she would reveal a puppet, previously draped in a white cloth.

Before she could tune in too heavily to the blonde girl with the puppet, another arrived. Bearing quite a bit of black clothing himself, the muscular figure before Fukurō looked much older than any shinobi she had seen at the grounds in a long long time. This one was a powerful figure. Fukurō trained her eyes on them both, watching to see what would happen next.

This looks like a training session soon to occur. I should keep my eyes peeled just in case someone needs help.

The Jugo woman watched intently, an owl observing a point of interest. Gathering as much intel as she could while trying to remain out of the spotlight. Her affinity for nature would likely betray her though, as without her knowledge or awareness, several different colored lizards, a snake, and finally an owl landed next to her on her perch. The owl, swooping in and eating the snake before resting just atop Fukurō’s head.

WC: 688

4 Re: Formation of squad #3![private] on Tue Feb 27, 2018 3:00 pm



The day in Iwagakure was rolling by for most but for Harichimo it was just beginning. In his temporary apartment he was working on cleaning up his Monolith coat and preparing to head out for his important assignment. As he was working to clean some dirt from his coat he would look over to the main table of the room and see three folders laid out in neat fashion. He would shake his head with a bit of a smile as he looked back to his coat and would run the iron once more over the golden trim to reveal the bright shine that the coat has held since the day it was given to him. Happy with his work he would take the coat and hang it from the hook by the doorway and walk back towards his room. Harichimo would grab his arm bandages and look over his attire as he could now wrap up his arms without even thinking about them. He wore his hair back as usual with his grey t-shirt, black pants, and shoes. It seemed formal enough for him for the events that had been planned for him today.

When he was finished with the arm wraps he would walk back to the kitchen and grab the three folders from the table before exiting his apartment and swinging the Monolith coat on. As he walked along the path away from his living space he began to think to himself. The amount of time he was putting into squad work was becoming immeasurable with no results. The members of his previous squad seeming to have just vanished. But now he had been promised better results with this recent gradating class having enough to fill out three whole squads. It made him wonder who the other squad leaders would be. He  would shake the thought from his mind and continue the walk towards the meeting area with the folders under his arms. 

Soon he would reach the training grounds which seemed to be clear for the most part except for two younger shinobi who seemed to be working on their own for the most part. If thy were his genin, Harichimo would have to applaud them for being self starters. He would walk down the path to the main area of the training ground and once he was on the same level as the two he would shout out. "Squad Three shinobi gather round." He would also wave as he walked to meet whoever came half way. Once the few had gathered he would introduce himself to them.

"Greetings everyone. I am Harichimo Kazako, captain of the Monoliths, and I will be your sensei. I will be responsible for helping you reach your goals and how you carry yourselves under my teaching. Now if you could please introduce yourselves to me and your new squadmates, I will talk about how we are going to move forward." Harichimo would hold a small smile as the others would introduce themselves.



Futon: S-Rank | Doton: C-Rank | Katon: C-Rank
Medical Ninjutsu: S-Rank | Taijutsu: S-Rank | Ninjutsu C-Rank
Mission Counter: D:4 C:4 B:5 A:0 S:0 SS:0
Active Passives: +2 tier to Speed (Specialization)

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