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Shizuo

Shizuo


D-rank
Can roses bloom even in the wasteland we call home? 79e9d310



An Angry God's Rose

The rain was not a frequent visitor in the sandy village or what remained of it. The rain poured washing away a village's trouble for a moment and cleansing it's streets, reviving the hope of those fighting to bring what's left of their village and shape it into something far more grand. The people continued working, thinking, and striving for a better village and a better world for themselves. The rain continued and as it dribbled down a nearby blue rose, the young man continued his training. However, a little rain wouldn't keep him away from training. He continued training not letting up, or giving himself a few minutes to rest. The young white haired boy would train as hard as he ever did. He would train his Kunai handling, his Shuriken and Senbon throwing skills. The young man would land all projectiles with pinpoint accuracy. However, his training seemed lacking. He needed to train more in Jutsu. A specialization he was always lacking in. He always was decent with Ninjutsu but still he was lacking in that department. He constantly thought of himself as more of a weapons specialist. Yet despite all his training, he finds himself still lacking that extra zing in his combat.


He did all he could but aside from utilizing his Ninjutsu up to C-Rank Chakra, he couldn't achieve a stronger level of control in Ninjutsu. The young man kept practicing and practicing, but to no avail. Upset and discontent he left for one of the shops stands that was reestablished in the camps area. The young man went to the shop that sold coffee which was now a privilege to the rich in Suna. Shizuo wasn't rich in any way or form. However, aiding in the capture of bandits that plague the current condition of suna had net him a few coins here and there.


He took his coffee and left and headed for the small house in which his siter and mother lived. His mother was knitting them some clothes for the winter, and his sister was reading a book as always. He greeted them and as always his mother was very kind, and his sister was cold. Him pursuing the dangerous path of revenge bothered her but there was nothing for her to do to stop him. He sat across his sister and spoke "Are you still mad? We talked about this. There is too much corruption out there. Someone needs to end this madness." She replied coldly as he raised her gaze to meet his "Leave." Shizuo nodded, got up, and left her room and then went to his room to end the day with a good night sleep.


~~Next Day


The beautiful moon left the sky as a bright sun shone bright all over the sandy town in which he lived. The sounds of people working and talking along with birds chirping woke the young man up. He went to the bathroom took a bath and wore his his black outfit. The young man left after bidding his mother and sister goodbye. He closed the door behind him as he left only to be greeted by the nearby blacksmith. He smiled at him and extended his hand for a handshake. The blacksmith chuckled as he slid his hand around the young boy's neck and patted him with the other. "How's our little fighter and protector" The young man smiled as he was let go and continued walking to the location of his training.


The sandy ground glistened under the bright sunlight, the cold wind blew as though whispering the coming of winter in few. The young man stood firmly wearing his black jacket and a black pair of pants. A slender muscular figure taking a fighting stance in preparation. The young man without hesitating burst off towards one of the wooden mannequins and began striking it from all visible sides as the mannequin spun out of control from the sheer force Shizuo was generating with his punches and kicks. As the wooden arm spun towards his face he ducked and jumped right away escaping a wooden leg rushed at him from below. The young man as he was in mid air launched his left arm towards the head of the mannequin and used it to propel himself away from the mannequin and land behind it by few meters before rushing back in with an elbow to the mannequin's chest area.


The young man would continue to fight the mannequin and dodge all of its attacks with expertise. The tragedy that befell his family was constantly on his mind. As he remembered the Ophidian like woman he angrily ducked placed his fist tightly beside his waist and as the arm spun above his head. He took a firm hold of the wooden arm with his right arm which he launched towards it, and drove his left punch into the middle of the Mannequin breaking it apart and pushing it away a few meters.


The man lowered his head as he grew angrier and angrier but an image of his family calmed his mind before hearing the screams of a boy nearby. Shizuo  rushed towards it a cold angry gaze in his eyes screamed death as those bandits that he came to wtiness as he rushed to the little boy's aid. He glared at them silently without saying a word. His eyes spoke volumes it was as though his eyes fired thousands of daggers and everyone in site was a victim of his cold glare. Suddenly he bowed down to meet the little boy's eye level and smiled a most gentle smile "Don't worry. I'll save you." Few simple words to reassure the little boy. He then stood up, took a fighting stance, and fixed his eyes on the two bandits. The young boy rushed at the first one with a kunai in hand which he threw as five meters separated them. One of the bandits rushed to stop it with his sword and the one which the kunai was directed at guarded with his own kunai. In their confusion Shizuo rushed  towards a sign hanging from a building and used it to propel himself towards the one with a sword from above. The sword wielding bandit blocked the kunai but by then Shizuo was launched at him and as he reached him he took hold of his head planted it in the ground knocking him out and as the sword flew from the bandit's grip, Shizuo took hold of it. Before the other bandit could react Shizuo stabbed the man around his hamstring tendon immobilizing him and as the man fell backwards and let go of the child. Shizuo flipped and let his heel kick the man's nose breaking it before jumping once again and landing on top of the man with his comrade's sword on the man's neck.


Shizuo's breathing became heavier and heavier as his eyes grew more and more bloodthirsty. However, before long, Shizuo calmed himself and tied the two idiots up and took them to the group policing around the Suna ruins. When Shizuo's village was destroyed his family was greatly hurt, he nearly died, and his father died. Ever since then the quite child of mere fifteen became even more quiet and more alone. The young boy became more angry and more driven. He became determined, but also he became vengeful.


The young man returned to his training spot and sat down as he gazed at his hand trembling. When he was on top of the man he saw the Ophidian like woman. Seeing her face angered him and greatly  shook him apart to the point where he was going to kill the man. However, he was no weakling to crack under his own anger. There is only one he seeks to kill, and it was that woman.


"I will kill her... Even if it kills me." He was fully prepared to kill her, to take her life as she did the lives of so many. His determination burned like a fire. He held his trembling hand as he waited for it to calm down. He must overcome the barrier of his Ninjutsu. He must grow stronger. He must overcome his weakness and that he would he would break the chains that hold him down and soar the sky as the hawk, overseeing all and protecting those he cares about whilst hunting those that endanger his loved ones and innocent people.

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Nova Makato

Nova Makato


A-rank
Nova hunkered down in her tent at the edge of a cluster of downtrodden building that made up one of the many hastily made homes that had sprung up soon after Sunagakure had met it's end. So many little camps and homesteads that they all seemed to blend together and look the same. Though every family, whether by blood or choice, had their own tales of woe and how they had come to the fate that they had each one shared the catalyst of all the trauma that had come their way and that was the loss of their village. Thoughts of what these people, and herself, had endured tugged at her heartstings, but regardless of what feelings it would pull forth Nova knew she must show her face between each and every one.

For the last few months her life had composed of traveling to one of these locations after another in order to do so and to leave her mark on the hearts and the minds of people who had once shared a life similar to hers. Often she would travel between two or three in the same day while stopping for an hour or two to speak and to be heard at first then to listen after, her avian puppet lending it's speed and mobility to aid in short travel times which enabled her to cover ground fast. Despite the brevity of her stays, so many had been displaced that she felt it unlikely she had even reached half of those she ought to be reaching. Each stop had the same goal, to inform and recruit. She had made herself the figurehead of the effort, the hawklike giant she controlled her symbol. All of which just parts that had fallen into place when she had put herself into the position that she had. As it currently was, Sunagakure was nothing but a memory and a dead on at that. If she were to accomplish what she had in mind she would not only need to rebuild the bones of the village itself but get the lifeblood that was its residents flowing and active once more.

Of late her travels had stagnated slightly, a uncharacteristic wave of storm in her desert homeland making travel far less comfortable. The evening before she had been traveling from a large refugee camp in the northeast to an encampment south of where Sunagakure's carcass laid as a shimmering blight on the desert landscape, only to have been blown off course by a violent and unexpected storm. Despite the impressive size and quality of the puppet she rode upon, it was still no match for the forces of nature it had driven her to the ground and to seek shelter. And that had brought her to where she sat now under the clear night sky so crisp that it could only have followed a storm such as it did. Though the desert only rarely needed a storm to maintain the life that it did, the pleasant aftereffects lingered in the air; pungent scents of flora made stronger by the water, a strange smoothness to the sand untouched since the water had evaporated from its surface, the vibrant green imbued in what life was to be found on the usually barren to dunes. All of these so small in nature, though any desert dweller would recognize and rejoice in those signs. It would even bring a slight smile to Nova's face, the freshness that comes after a rain like that tangible even in herself and it was as though she were rejuvenated and some of the difficulties in her path washed from her skin. Each breath the took was fresh and new and she would appreciate it and let it encourage and inspire her.

Though her stop here was by chance, she would not let it pass her by as a wasted opportunity. Even here, she would be able to pass her message and symbol along. Perhaps it would inspire someone here, and if not perhaps they would pass it along. The best she could hope for was that word of mouth would spread her message where she herself could not reach. So with that thought in her mind, she would stand slowly and prepare herself to greet and present. It had mattered little to her before, but now with so many seeing her and only having that one moment to get an impression of what she was like, she constantly worried about how she appeared to the public. After painting the proper splashes of color on her face to highlight her emerald eyes and lavender hair, she would comb those lilac locks until it was a smooth river flowing down her back. As she would when not traveling, all her puppets waited at her call sealed within scrolls hidden within the mahogany wood that made up her lower left appendage. Prepared now, or at least as much as she would ever be, she would walk towards the cluster of buildings under the bright moon and hope that people there would listen to what she would have to say.

At least that cluster of buildings was where she had planned to wander, though an angry murmuring just audible but not visible would pique her interest enough to draw her away from her set path. Had the moon not been so bright in the sky, the absence of all other light would have left Nova unaware of the source of the noise. Hobbling around the corner, Nova would poke her head through a gateway to see a form hunched over on the ground. Anger seemed to radiate from him, or at least Nova thought she perceived it as such. “.....Even if it kills me." It seemed he was unaware of the fact his solitude was being intruded upon, and the intensity of the words he spoke was such that Nova felt as though she was looking upon something she shouldn't have.

”But what good would your being dead do anyone?”, the words had left Nova's lips before she had realized she had begun to speak. Having revealed her presence anyways, she would stride fully into the clearing revealing her soft feminine form and unimposing stature to perhaps ensure him that she were not a threat.

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Shizuo

Shizuo


D-rank
Shizuo turned to the sound he had heard address his statement. The person addressing his words revealed herself to be a beautiful lady with green jewels for eyes, beautiful purple colored hair, and a feminine stature. The lady looked close to his age. Yet she was not without her own suffering, her wooden leg had explained at least that much. The young man remained silent as he looked at her before shifting his gaze to his hands as he looks at his palms facing him. He thought of her words carefully. What good does his death do anyone? His own death probably wouldn't bring good to anyone, he has no worth with his current power. He couldn't protect his loved ones or harm those that harm others. These facts upset him, and so he spoke "If my death is the price I'll pay to kill those responsible for my home's demise, then I don't mind paying it."


Death? A not so trivial topic that the young man had had the pleasure of getting up close and personal with. The young man was buried under the rubble of his own house along with his family. He could still remember the feeling of dozens of rocks falling on top of him and crushing his body to nothingness as he struggled for a slight bit of air to breath. The sand and dust blocking his breathing along with the scarcity of oxygen under the pile of rocks he was buried under. Even then he thought of his family and prayed they may be safe. Shizuo continued "My death... That's assuming I didn't die back then when I was buried with my family under the rubble and just a ghost here to haunt those responsible."  He paused as he turned his gaze to her leg and spoke to her once more "Looks like Sunagakure's tragedy left its mark on you as well." She looked far more stronger than him despite her feminine fragile stature. Perhaps if he was strong enough he could have prevented the tragedy from affecting her, and for that he felt ashamed. He blamed himself for his weakness, and blamed himself for the injuries and suffering of everyone in Suna. Had he been strong enough, he could've saved many lives and prevented many tragedies. The young man was also found by  a couple of the kids that rushed towards him. He bent down on his knee to meet their level as they spoke while he pet their heads:




"Big brother Shizuo!"



"Big brother Shizuo someone is in trouble"



"Big brother it's your sister! She's in trouble!"


His eyes widened as he thanked them and rushed as fast he could to where the children had directed him after simply bidding the beautiful woman farewell "It seems our conversation is cut short. Farewell." He rushed with his heart in his hands about to burst from fear over his beloved sister. It took the man mere minutes before he arrived and it was a gang that had took hold of his sister's wheel chair, broke it, and grabbed her by the collar as she was on the ground. It was then that something felt off. His Chakra to those that can perceive it was not that of a normal person. His Chakra was of someone of the Uzumaki, and it was his blood that saved him when ninety per cent of his bones broke. The immense life force of the Uzumaki saved him. Now, that same Uzumaki willpower was emanating the immense amount of Chakra of an Uzumaki.

It was three individuals which he stood across from. His eyes glaring at them with god's fury. He was livid, but silent. They each held a pair of Kunai. The young man placed his hand in his back pouch only to find out he had forgotten his weapons. A problematic situation is what could describe the current situation. The young man realized his mistake but didn't dwell on it for long as his sister's life was in danger. He began thinking hard of a strategy to take down these three stupid idots.

There he saw it, a rope hanging around a nail on the wall. The young man burst of towards the rope, took hold of it, and tied its end around his right palm. He used the rope as though a whip and struck one of the bandits' hands as a Kunai flew away from the hand of the middle bandit.

Shizuo struck the Kunai midair as he redirected the fall of the Kunai towards himself. He took hold of it and launched it at the bandit to the right and launched his rope around the leg of the bandit on the left and pulled. The bandit on the left fell, and the bandit on the right  blocked the Kunai and attempted to stab Shizuo's sister but Shizuo was faster. He rushed towards them and blocked the stab with his own palm as he bled.


His crimson red blood dripped and Shizuo used that to his advantage as he splattered some of the blood all over the bandit's eyes before taking hold of a Kunai and cutting him around the hamstring tendon as he did to the other bandit beside the middle one. The middle one was disarmed but awake, alive, and ready to harm the innocent people of this town. He drew a sword from behind him.  Shizuo readied himself armed with a fighting stance prepared to fight till his demise, until he remembered. He remembered the beautiful lady's words. Words that were stuck in his head on repeat. Despite having steeled his resolve, her words radiated in his head. They were no grand words or a poetic sentence, but a logical sentence that kept Shizuo's mind thinking and working towards the best possible outcome. With a slightly more steeled resolve, Shizuo readied himself for a fight, the mysterious lady's words steeling his resolve to overcome this obstacle and stay alive to overcome the next battle.


”But what good would your being dead do anyone?”

I was once told that, if I seek revenge, I better be prepared to dig two graves. I still stand behind my resolve a hundred per cent. Even if I have to dig two graves I will have my revenge. But until I have my revenge and I am a cold dead corpse. I will protect my loved ones, and I will never let anyone harm my family again. The young man's calm exterior hid the rage and determination burning inside him. His eyes focused and locked on the target, the bandit. He rushed at him and as did the bandit he drove a C-ranked sword deep into the boy's gut, or so he thought. The young man let the sword pierce him but  took hold of the blade stopping it from going deeper. The young man in close proximity wrapped the rope around the bandit's neck and bit the other end with his mouth and began choking the bandit till he was knocked out cold. The young man's eyes were bloodshot from how hard he bit on the rope and his veins around his neck  and arm began calming down as the adrenaline pumping situation was resolved. Shizuo tied the three men and supported his sister and had her take a seat in the blacksmith's shop. The blacksmith supposedly had a new wheel chair for her.


Shizuo nodded towards his sister silently and left the shop. Went to a back alley where he collapsed his back to the wall he sat extending his leg as he pulled out a few bandages and tried to wrap them around his wounds but to no avail. Giving up he simply sat down in the alley to rest up. He then wondered to himself "Who was that visitor?" A slight groan in pain was let out by the man but he soon relaxed.

Nova Makato

Nova Makato


A-rank
A thoughtful moment would pass before the glimmer of anger would alight again in his eyes, and he would speak, "If my death is the price I'll pay to kill those responsible for my home's demise, then I don't mind paying it." Nova felt a pang of empathy, when her strength had grown to a point she felt she could have an impact on the combat around her she wondered if throwing her all into it even if it resulted in her death would be worth it. Would she have been able to tear through enough of those who meant Suna ill to make her death a sacrifice rather than a waste. ” Look. Trust me. I understand.”, Nova spoke bluntly to the boy before her, though he was likely closer to her in age than that of being a child, “You know, I don't doubt you could make a decent dent in any force you put yourself against. But why rush to an early demise if instead you could help restore what was lost? What is more powerful than overcoming such an obstacle and coming out the other side victorious??”

"My death... That's assuming I didn't die back then when I was buried with my family under the rubble and just a ghost here to haunt those responsible", he had not moved past anger., just barely past denial as suggested by his dark humor that this might be nothing more than his afterlife. A bitter smile would cross her face, this was not the first time she had heard this tale. That of a Sunagakure Shinobi who's family lay buried in rubble and glass while they lived on. "Looks like Sunagakure's tragedy left its mark on you as well”, Nova didn't need to see that his gaze was focused on her wooden limb to know that it was. Before it would have made her hide her face in shame, no longer did it bring her shame though. Now it was an obstacle overcome. “Ah, the fall of Suna did not leave me with any physical injuries. Only those on the heart. This was merely another thing from before that preventing me from helping as much as I should have been able to. Now I see it as an obstacle that helped me find where my true power lie.”

From the gate she had poked her head through moments before, a pair of slightly dirty children would scurry through. They seemed to have come some distance, as they were slightly out of breath as they approached the man to speak to him. He seemed to recognize them and would crouch and bring himself down to their eye level and soothingly pat their heads as he listened to their rushed words.

She looked far more stronger than him despite her feminine fragile stature. Perhaps if he was strong enough he could have prevented the tragedy from affecting her, and for that he felt ashamed. He blamed himself for his weakness, and blamed himself for the injuries and suffering of everyone in Suna. Had he been strong enough, he could've saved many lives and prevented many tragedies. The young man was also found by  a couple of the kids that rushed towards him. He bent down on his knee to meet their level as they spoke while he pet their heads. Still standing a ways across the training grounds from the boy and children Nova was not able to clearly hear the words exchanged though what she could gather from the body language and expression following the passing of the news made it clear there was trouble.

A quick goodbye would be shouted in passing as he turned and ran in the direction indicated by the pointing of the children's fingers. Nova would roll her eyes as he rushed away from her so quickly that her hobbling pace stood no chance to keep up. Cursing under her breath she would keep on her limping stride despite having lost the boy she intended to follow almost immediately. The village was a small one however, and even if she could not keep up there were only so many places she would find him. Had she not wished to keep a quiet presence, she could have unsealed Doku Tsuki and found the source of trouble an traveled to it in a matter of seconds. Instead here she was moving at a snails pace as her prominent disability showed itself and the drawbacks it caused. What likely took Shizou only minutes to traverse took her far longer, and by the time she had stumbled upon the site of a battle it was already long over. Following a trail of crimson droplets upon the walkway, she would turn a corner and find her face to face with the same young man she had come looking for. He rested with his back to fence, eyes close with a grimace of pain likely from whatever injury hid under a poorly wrapped and badly stained bandage around his torso.

Letting out an exasperated sigh loud enough that he should be signaled of her presence, Nova shuffled to where Shizou sat bleeding and crouched beside him. Igniting a spark of emerald chakra at the tip of her left index finger, Nova would slice through the soiled bandages cleanly and tossed them aside. Revealing the injury on his side and them spotting the ones on the palms of her hands, she spoke crossly while prodding at the red swollen flesh beside the wound unapologetically, “Here I was thinking I made an impact on you that your life is worth being alive for and not even an hour later I find you bleeding. My guess is that this is one of the better outcomes from whatever you got yourself into. So, what happened that ended with what I can only assume is a stab wound?” Not waiting for a reply, Nova would quietly prod and poke with deft fingers at the wound to prepare it for a clean heal.


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2072 Total WC

all wc used in specialization training



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Shizuo

Shizuo


D-rank
Earlier~


The young lady spoke of how she understood what he went through, and if she is from suna she very much does know what he went through. Help restore what was lost? Not a bad goal to aim for, but in the wasteland they call home; safety was nowhere to be found. She spoke in reply to the young man answering his question. Her leg was something from before the destruction of Suna. That very same leg helped her find where her true power exists. Shizuo had nothing similar to her wound. He had scars all over his body. Thirty-three per cent of his body was covered in scars, not one of them contained a clue to where his true strength lies, but all of them ache as they did when he first woke up.



Present~


The young lady found him resting up, his wounds fresh, and his bandages poorly done. She scolded him about his actions. He did do something stupid. There were a hundred things he could do to take down the bandit, but he chose the easy way which put his life at risk. He did so because he thought he was weak. Incapable of accessing a huge arsenal of techniques to aid him in his fights, and not being able to find where his true power lies; frustrated him. He sat there quietly before replying to her question about what happened "There was a bandit, and he took my sister. I stopped him, that's it." He paused as he looked at the young lady's beautiful eyes. "You found where your true power lies. I found nothing. The scars all over my body are just something stupid that hurt just as they did on the first day. I'm normal at Ninjutsu, good at using weapons and hand to hand combat, but am nowhere near as good as a taijutsuist. I can't do puppets, nor can I use illusions. I am terrible with animals and absolutely horrible with medical techniques. Fuuinjutsu is.... Let's just pray it's not where my strength 'lies', otherwise all I can do is seal myself in a hole until the fighting is over."


He spoke angrily of his inability frustrated at his own weakness. He apologized "Sorry I was lashing out on you for no reason." As she attempted to heal him he spoke once more saying "You don't have to." He was being a crybaby and complaining about his weakness. He was just tired, he had trained for weeks but to no avail. His muscles are very visible and his speed and physical strength is obviously apparent. However, nothing he had would be able to kill the Ophidian woman. He spoke in silence "I need to become stronger..... I need to kill the Ophidian-like woman."


The young boy began to feel a heat across his body as though he had a fever. This was not the first time he suffered after a fight. He'd constantly feel a fever burning his body whenever he overused his strength or used the slightest bit of his Chakra. However, the young man was oblivious. The young man was oblivious to what was truly happening to his body.



It was a seal engraved in his skin, invisible to the naked eye. The young man's body burned as though he was on fire. The seal was placed to prevent the young man from using his real Chakra and the full extent of his abilities. The young man was trapped by this seal, and forced to remain weak. If he knew about it, he would aim to overcome it. However, the young man knows nothing of this invisible seal. To his knowledge, he simply overheats whenever he overexerts himself or uses a bit of Chakra.


The young man spoke to the young woman who was attempting to heal him "Thank you." He wanted to apologize for causing the beautiful lady trouble, but he simply didn't have the balls to do it. He simply whispered his apology and looked away. His body continued overheating and his vision grew fuzzy but he was still capable of distinguishing what was in front of him and what's happening.


He wanted to grow stronger, and this seal was a troublesome lock on his Chakra. A lock that is preventing him from unlocking his true potential. The young man was still frustrated about his weakness, but no use crying over spilled milk. He had to figure out a way to become stronger and with that, his mind was occupied.

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