"And who are you to question me.." Dray asked the muscular man before him.. "I am everywhere.." The man replied as Dray felt himself sinking into a muddy pit. He opened his eyes and found himself in a dark room. He was all wet and dripping. He tried to move but his hands and legs were chained down as he could hear the chains shackle when he struggled. A bright light shone from above him as he raised his head to look but he was smacked from behind. The same muscular man he had earlier seen came before him and brandished a long sharp cutlass. He stretched forth Dray's arm and raised up the cutlass. "Make a puppet arm, you have no use for this.." The man cackled mockingly as he cut off Dray's arm..

Dray woke up from sleep as he held his right arm. It was still there. It had not been amputated yet, it was merely a dream but dream had meaning, significant ones or not. His new found name, Zennyo ryuo meaning the rising dragon was what he was called in a dream after he got to iwa. He raised the bed sheets off himself and climbed down from the bed. He walked over to the wash hand basin and washed his face. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared into nothingness. His mind was suddenly void. His calm look took over again. He was hardly troubled and he had little to think of. He lived a peaceful life in iwagakure. He was a lonewolf. Not knowing where he came from or who he once was. He had embraced this new life and he knows kagutsu. It was art, it was his life.

He walked down the stairs to the living room. He went towards the corridor and opened up a door in the floor. Once again, he climed the stairs down into the large basement which served as his puppet workshop. He sat on the chair and looked around him. There were puppet frames here and there, wood, equipments, paints, all neatly arranged. Just then, an idea struck dray. His drem was more of his imagination than a nightmare. He picked up a tape rule and took the measurement of his arm. Every single inch, curve, twist, he put them down in a note pad. He took sometime to select a nice piece of wood after which he picked up a chisel and set sail. He knew what he was making. This was true art. It would be a testimony to his puppetry skills. Art in it's finest and if this was successful, it would only be the beginning of great things to come. Dray fell tired as he decided to have his bath and go into the village or it's outskirts. Day by day, he always learned new things from what he saw, heard or did and of course, today would be no different. He walked up the stairs straight to his room as he walked into the bathroom to have his bath. He emerged from the bathroom with a fresh and natural minty smell filling the room.

He picked up another set of his regular attire and dressed himself up. He combed his hair upwards and let it stand as it usually did. His light skinned self was as handsome as ever but his overall covered most of his body as only his eyes, hairs, fingers and toes were visible. He opened the drawer of his bedside table and picked up two scrolls from it. He unscrolled them on the floor as he took his two puppets from where they were hung and placed them on one scroll each after which he sealed them in with the generic sealing technique. He picked up the little man, Chi and wrapped him up in a beautiful black clothing leaving the hairs on it's head to show. Dray hung the wrapped up puppet on his back. It was a curious object, having the same hair as Dray, it was sure to raise suspicions. He hid his basic projectiles on his person as he exited his home, not bothering to lock the doors or windows. Anyone was welcome as long as they found their way in and are able to leave safely. He set on the road, letting his instinct lead him. He stopped as he got to a fork in the road. He took the right path and ahead of him was a bridge. It was the stone bridge that he had read in the libraries of iwagakure. He stepped unto it and kept walking steadily until he got to the middle. On the other side of the bridge was a large mountain. He rested on the railings of the bridge that were solidly fitted as he looked down into the flowing river below. He could see his image but he was not close enough to see it clearly. The day was still young and better things were bound to happen.
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It felt like another sleepless night to the young Kunoichi. What made it difficult....yes, it was her eagerness. To help others, to make sure they were taken care of. It was a bad flaw of hers, as she often ended up being slightly self-destructive with this tendency. Not intentional, by any means; her need to assist, how-ever, often managed quite well in depriving herself of her own needs. She stopped on her way to Iwagakure for multiple things; people, just to rest (as if), animals.

By the time she had entered the Hidden Stone, she was nigh on exhausted. She must have dozed off somewhere near the river....yes, that had to have been it. There's evidence all over her: her awakening, in fact, told her so without even a shadow of a doubt. "Glub...gurg---Bwaah!" Yes, the Spirit Medium Ninja known sparsely throughout at least two of the Five Great Nations....was drowning. Just a little. And as far as the lady-ninja could sense, there was no one around to assist her. She was shocked awake, to say the least, and within a matter of minutes was left a hacking and coughing mess on the river's bank. Eh, that is what I get for sleeping next to water.

Almost as if on-cue, Enoka sprinted back from wherever-it-was he had wandered off to. It was likely that she wouldn't have drowned if he was there. Though, he wasn't trained that well. She couldn't blame something as cute as him for this. The stoat eagerly presented a small branch of berries in his mouth. Nori picked one off and fed it to him with a pat, and began to munch on a few of them herself, sitting on the bridge's rails.

Of course, drawing the water out of her clothes and cleaning herself up had been a snap. Her mastery of the Embossing Seal Method luckily made quick work of pretty much any menial task she could have ever come across. It was a wonder that she didn't have to lug around survival equipment and such. Though, it occurred to her that maybe she should carry some rations, or at least some emergency food for when foraging wasn't going well. But, she dismissed it for a later time. Fasting was good for you anyhow, in short amounts.

The young kunoichi had already put past her the events of the morning. It was nearing around ten, maybe eleven o'clock. She had done her stretching and daily routines. At least that little....in-ci-dent....woke her up something fierce. She was ready to start the day.

Noriko went back down to the bank, again. Her reflection betrayed something she didn't like to think on: Tiredness. She wasn't the type for it; she always felt like something was going on that she had to tend to. So she couldn't afford to get sleepy or worn out, now. The girl loathingly poked at the bags and circles that were forming under her eyes. This was happening way before her time. With a sigh, she returned to the peak of the bridge. She had finished with what little grooming she cared for. Tying her hair back a little, a braid, washing her face.

At the top of the bridge, standing on one of the pillars on the edge with her arms crossed, stood the Katou-nin. She extended what had brought her here; her Spirit Intuition. The souls of the people residing in the Village Hidden-in-the-stones were certainly different than those of the Hidden Leaf. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Je ne sais quoi, she supposed. Will of Stone versus Will of Fire.

So she opened that mind's eye further, and failed to see a person standing right in front of her. She hopped down from her vantage point, a broadcasting tower of sorts. Enoka followed without trouble. "Hello, there. How goes?" She said with a faint smile.

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Training Perception and Reaction Time from D-0 to D-1, 325 each. 32 words left over.]

What could iwagakure possibly hold for him.. Someone without a past, without a recognizable name, someone looking weird, someone... Whatever descriptions could be made of him. He had proven useful to iwagakure a few times, that he was sure of. Especially when he stopped the attack on the bastion adamantine. One of the soldiers on the wall regarded him as a fellow shinobi and asked him to help out. If only he could find his true origin, then maybe things might get better but on a second thought, how sure was he that knowing about his past would fix everything. He thought that what if he found himself in the land of stone for a reason? Those thoughts of the pasts were not real at the moment. He still had life in him. He could breathe and function like any other human so he had to grab unto something that was real. He had to grab unto the present and pave a way for his future. He had improve not only physically but mentally too. His skills had to be at their highest. He was confident that he had acheived a high standard in the arts of ninjutsu and puppetry. Medical knowledge was his next target now. He could of course learn it on his own but having a teacher would make it more easier. Where in the world would he find one.. He hardly knew anyone..

"When the student is ready, the teacher will come.." A voice said in his head. He waved it aside thinking it was just a thought.
"Hello there, how goes?" a nice and calm voice echoed in his ears as the tone snapped him out of his thoughts. Dray turned to his right to see a beautiful light skinned female before him. She was of moderate height though she wasn't up to him. Perhaps, a teacher dray wondered but nah.. She was far too young. He noticed the young smile on her face as he put his right hand behind his back and upon bringing it forth, he offered her a beautiful flower that gave off a pleasant scent all thanks to his plant life abilty. "I was looking at my reflection in the water until you came along.." dray said.. I am.. he hesitated a bit as if something hooked his tongue but He thought to himself. He had decided to grab unto what is real so he was Zennyo Ryuo until he found out his past identity.. You can call me zennyo.. Dray told the lady.
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