Being admitted through the huge stone gates was an easy enough process due to his supposed ‘refugee’ status, the slim guard that was processing him seeming interested in his declared origin of Suna, and it seemed that the village had an overall welcoming attitude towards the displaced residents of Kaze no Kuni. Considering that he was technically a foreign shinobi- even if the village was defunct he still claimed loyalty to it, privately, in his head and not to the Konoha Chuunin that was processing him- he was let into the village with less trouble or scrutiny than he would have expected. His photo was taken and information was recorded, meaning Rokumaru was officially on the grid again, but beyond that he was admitted to the village without further supervision.
The first thing that Roku had done after moving out of eyesight of the gate was moving away from the crowded main streets of Konoha into a narrow alleyway, where the redhead quickly sped through a short series of handsigns before being momentarily lost in a cloud of smoke that he waved away. He stood beside three other perfect copies of himself, the Kage Bunshin making the alleyway a bit more crowded, and as they each left without a word to go about their business, Rokumaru took a moment to evaluate their appearance. Reflections in glass and ponds were never as detailed as seeing something in person.
His appearance was, frankly, scruffy at best and concerning at worst. The clothing he wore was showing the signs of poor maintenance, stained and scuffed with his right pant leg torn from a sturdy root he had tripped over, but it was almost appropriate when he saw how thin and dirty he truly was. Rokumaru’s clones all shared his dull, matted red hair and wiry frame, and all this coupled with his usual slouch made for an admittedly embarrassing sight. The smudged headband that hung loosely from his neck apparantly marked him as a refugee in this place, and it was not a label that could be denied at the moment.
Roku let the clones go without making them henge their appearance or disguise themselves, as he was too fatigued to care about drawing attention to himself. All three were created with a single objective in each of their minds: the first was supposed to wander around the streets of Konoha, taking in the sights and helping him familiarize himself with the area, until it was dispelled by something or other. The second was sent out to find an affordable place to sleep for the next week or two and dispel itself when it had found something it liked. The third Clone was simply just to see if he could make three clones, and the lack of nausea or passing out marked it as a success. That clone was given leave to do whatever it wanted, which apparantly meant to go carve some sand out of the cliffs that the village were built around.
Rokumaru himself, although weary from the journey and needing a long rest, needed to indulge in being a part of civilization again. For a month he had subsisted on scavenging and hunting, dirty fruits and dry snakemeat, and so the only thought on his mind was finding something that a cultured individual could call cuisine. Many of his more enjoyable dreams were centered around the various food stands that the Bazaar of Suna held, teasing him with memories of barbecue and noodle restaurants. Now, here in what was supposed to be the greatest village in the world, Rokumaru would indulge in the excesses of life for one night.
The effect of having three active Kage Bunshin out and about was a drain on his already tired body, but he stiffly walked the streets of Konoha’s financial district looking for a suitable place to dine. There were various establishments that caught his eye, some that sold things he had never tasted before, but his eyes were searching for something opulent and ostentatious, something to make the most out of decision to indulge.
Eventually Rokumaru knew he had found the right place when he came upon a moderately-sized upscale restaurant with patrons that looked to be on an entirely different scale of wealth judging by their fine, crisp attire. The burly doorman masquerading as a greeter gave the dingy foreigner a sharp look when the redhead had entered the dimly-lit lounge but made no move to eject him from the premises. The windows of the establishment were painted with the name of the business in flowy script, reading ‘The Gilded Branch’ across the clear surfaces.
The restaurant was split into three sections; a spacious dining area with tables and booths towards the front of the building, a bar tucked into a corner that had a rather large wall of alcohol behind it, and an open kitchen with various doors leading off to other rooms at the back of the building. Its decor was simple, with framed paintings of various landscapes and dim, cozy lighting, but the furniture and furnishings themselves were ornate and very obviously expensive.
Roku ignored the distasteful looks of the other patrons, and the staff surprisingly enough, as he made his way to a table that allowed him to sit with his back against the wall and facing the entrance. An older man wearing a plain but finely-made black yukata came by moments later to relay the various specials and dishes that were available, the price of every single one making the indulgent teen wonder how exactly a single meal could cost thousands of ryo. He was willing to drain his remaining money on these luxuries though, expecting to find opportunities to use his abilities to earn ryo eventually, and so Roku sent the man off with an order for onigiri and sushi and teas and wine, just to whet his appetite.
As the man taking his order went off to process it, without even a single disapproving look towards the grungy teen during the whole process, Rokumaru took the time to look back at the people who were staring at him so openly. Certainly there were many wealthy people here, some couples in booths and larger groups dining at long tables, and they dressed in silks and furs and leathers that made his simple t-shirt, grimy coat and baggy trousers look inappropriate for this venue. Those people were not who he was really interested in, however; Rokumaru was looking for any signs of a shinobi in the restaurant, looking for any headbands or identifying characteristics that made them stand out. Perhaps having some wine would give him the courage to approach one for conversation.
- Chakra - 50/200:
- 3 active Kage Bunshin : -150 chakra (3/4 total)
- Name: Shadow Doppelganger Technique (影分身の術 ~ Kage Bunshin no Jutsu)
Range: The clone can be created up to 6 meters away from the user.
Duration: Until all clones are dispersed
Cooldown: Three posts after clones are dispersed.
Description: Shadow Doppelganger Technique creates up to 4 clones of the user. Unlike the regular Bunshin, these clones are actual copies, not illusions. The user's chakra is evenly distributed among every clone, giving each one an equal fraction of the user's overall power. Because they are created this way, even the Sharingan and Byakugan can't distinguish them from the original. The user of this technique must form a hand sign to create the clones, they cannot form them simply by will. The clones will be created in roughly the same physical condition as the original (wounds and buffs/debuffs/special effects present on the user are copied over upon creation); also, the user must equally divide their chakra among the clones, potentially using up all their chakra quickly if the user is low on chakra or makes too many clones. The clones are capable of performing techniques on their own and can even bleed. They can also disperse on the user's whim. A characteristic that is unique to the Shadow Clone Technique is that any experience the clones gain during their existence is transferred to the user once they are dispersed. This makes the technique ideal for spying, since the user can simply send a clone to spy on a target, then have the clone disperse itself without returning to pass the information back to the user. Anomalistically, Kagebunshin are immune to the paralytic effects of Genjutsu B-rank and below. The user regains the chakra the clone had if and only if s/he disperses it of his/her own will; it takes a 1 post prep to disperse.
When you create a shadow clone, your chakra is divided among it/them. For example, let's say you're a Chuunin with max chakra. Your current chakra, 200, would be reduced by 20 for the cost of the jutsu; you want to make 4 clones, so your chakra is divided by 5 (you + 4 clones). This gives each clone a fifth of your chakra. So, each clone would have 36 chakra. Being that they are shadow clones, they are each able to perform jutsu themselves; they have their own separate chakra pool, and also follow their own cooldowns for jutsu. Each Shadow Clone has a reserve of stamina; their individual chakra is reduced by an amount appropriate amount to the damage done (E-10, D-15, C-20, B-25, A-30, S-35). The clone automatically disperses when it runs out of chakra, or when hit by any attack that can cause a noteworthy level of physical damage [second/third degree burns, broken bones, stab wounds, etc] If the original uses a technique before creating the shadow clones, the remaining cooldown on the technique applies to all clones created.