And just like that, he had overslept once again.
It wasn't a surprise at this point in his life, his adolescent years were meant to be exploited by staying up to the brink of dawn and waking with the sun setting. For the average person, being bombarded in the face by a passing school of krill would spark many questions and be strange to say the least, but Ōsharu knew this too well as his mother's attempts at waking him. Tired, annoyed, and sick of having dozens of antennae brushing gingerly across his face, he gripped the top part of a clam that resided on a table next to his bed and began flailing away, their tight-knit formation dispersing instantly to flee from harm before reforming a few feet away, the process of fleeing led the krill to head out of the door-less doorway. Peace at last. Finally he was alone once more, but this was short lived as the deafening sound of a pygmy sperm whale vocalizing out in the distance filled his room. Flopping over onto his stomach, Ōsharu dropped the clam and covered his head with a pillow to block out the noise, yet with no prevail. At this point he was wide awake and trying to go back to sleep was futile. First his mother with the krill and now his father with his "pet" whale, this day was proving to be the complete opposite of restful. Though what was a good shinobi if he or she were asleep? Allowing his body to float lifeless up from his bed toward the surface, he slipped out from under his blanket that bore the crest of the Kōkkai and proceeded to swim toward the "bathroom".
It was weird to call a place at the bottom of the sea a "bathroom" considering how every sea creature defecated in the same place where they ate, but who was anyone that didn't live their to judge? The sun reflecting off of the water's surface above provided just enough light to shimmer down to illuminate the "bathroom" so as to allow Ōsharu to commence his daily routing:
- Three (3) minutes of brushing his teeth
- Three (3) minutes of removing his clothing and washing up with a bar of soap infused with sea salt. (Really good for the skin of Kōkkai members)
- Three (3) minutes of practicing his royal speech in the mirror to ensure accuracy and authority.
To an outsider, watching him go through his daily routine would be an amazement because Ōsharu typically floated in every angle possible simply out of boredom. Swimming back to his bedroom, the outfit of the day plagued his mind. What to wear. What to wear. Since becoming royalty, items such as his favorite pair of pants with cuts at the knees were out the window because of his so called "image" that he had to uphold. Kirigakure's weather was hardly ever a problem because regardless of what it was like his body would need to warm itself up after breaching the surface simply because his clothes would be wet and would more than likely stay damp for the majority of the day depending on how thick the mist was on such a day. Nevertheless his usual attire would do the trick, he put on a pair of charcoal grey pants and a black top. Comfortability and ease of movement were guaranteed. His face dropped as he turned to look at his room before turning to leave out the door, a complete mess and definitely a pet peeve of his.
The pile of bowls that stacked in the corner of his room were the first to go, his appetite now a days was insatiable and proved as a testament to the nickname "Whale's Stomach" which he resented by the way. Various candy wrappers from the surface world that were trapped underneath the weight of rocks so as to not pollute the waters were next to get cleaned. All that was left was his bed, his most sentimental and prized possessions. Ōsharu took some pride in making his bed, more specifically spreading out his blanket which bore his clan's symbol. Just seeing it in full proved a passionate moment for him because without being born into such a clan he wouldn't be able to enjoy all of which he had accomplished up until this point.
The clam was truly last to get placed away because every morning Ōsharu would take a moment to reflect on the sea jewel that grew inside of it, it was intended for a special someone on a special day, but the life of a shinobi did not guarantee such an event would arise. Thus, he placed it on his bedside table and hoped to see it whenever it was that he'd make his return. In order to avoid a fight with his parents over his appearance and how it would disgrace the Kōkkai name, he used the ceiling-less bathroom to escape. Before this, he made sure to grab his water bottle and place it inside of his hip pouch, getting dehydrated wasn't such a good idea on the surface world. Giving one last look around his room to ensure he hadn't forgotten anything, Ōsharu made his ascent back to his village, Kirigakure no Sato.
Over the course of the year that he had spent at the bottom of the sea his legs and arms were his most valuable tools, the strength in each limb increasing beyond that of what was typical of most shinobi of the same rank as him. His new found speed and agility proved quite useful in getting the genin to the surface of the water and eventually across the Great Naruto Bridge and into Kirigakure's village limits within a decent amount of time, making his client wait for him wouldn't be a good idea especially with his track record of notoriously not showing up on time. The further into the village he got the more dense the mist had become, obstructing his view for the most part, few pedestrians were lucky enough to escape being trampled over.
A dust cloud kicked up as Ōsharu came to a skidding halt in the center of the training grounds, his chest rising and falling profusely as he attempted to catch his breath, but in a matter of seconds he was back to his regular state. Despite not using his sensing abilities the genin could tell that their was another person in the area by the sound of scuffling feet walking toward his location, an irritated look lay on his clients face as he stopped in front of Ōsharu before walking to the left end of the training grounds. Not one word needed to be said between the two because the damage had already been done and each knew the assignment at hand.
At one end of the training grounds the client of the genin had unraveled a large scroll across the ground stretching out the length of two regular size scrolls, a plume of smoke erupted before revealing several dozens of small arms weaponry, mainly kunai & shuriken of various sizes and material. The genin's hands weaved through a set of hand signs repeatedly, for this exercise a simple slip up of one sign could mean his life, thus precision would be key. The right hand from the client swept over the surface of the scroll, numerous amounts of kunai and shuriken accumulating in his palm, half of the total amount of shinobi tools were passed into his left hand. Two kunai were placed firmly in the webbing between the fingers of his right hand and the same with shuriken on his left, ten of each type of shinobi tool rested in each of his palms, the total count of small arms on his person equaling thirty-six. A bead of sweat began to gather upon his brow as he watched his client arm himself in preparation for their exercise, the feeling of being unprepared began to run the length of the genin's spine, yet the locking of eyes and head nod on his part signaled for the start of the exercise.
Immediately, both shinobi's hands got to work, kunai. Weaving through the set of hand signs that he just spent the last couple of minutes working on the boy stopped with the serpent sign, an arch was placed in the center of his back as he inhaled a great sum of air, whilst thrusting his body forward he released the air as a thick mist composed of chakra enriched salt water. The hands of the boy were cupped around his mouth to concentrate the mist being expelled into a thick stream that traveled on a linear path toward his client. All the while, kunai and shuriken were sent in an alternating fashion so as to minimize the gap in time between weapons. Truly a form of art. A silent collision took place between the shinobi tools and the stream of mist, numerous kunai and shuriken entered the mist, but none of which reached the likes of the boy. A fine grain of red dust accumulated below where the two attacks met, an instantaneous chemical reaction occurring, the finished product being Fe2O3.nH2O(s) or rust.
Not wanting to expend any of the other weapons contained in his scroll, the client folded his arms across his chest, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not bad.. Especially for a slacker kid.." Despite no other weapons entering his stream Ōsharu continued to release it, his hands were removed from his face, thus dispersing the stream and allowing the mist to cover a larger area. With the unrestrained form of the mist the boy was able to shape it to his desire, any shape or form was at his disposal to fit any need that could arise on the field of battle. Upon dispersing the technique the client was seen rolling up his scroll, his work was done for the day, thus the genin walked over to pay him for his services. "Thank you for your assistance today. It was greatly needed. Here you-" Before the final words of his sentence could be uttered a blade manifested in his client's hand and struck downward at the boy's chest. Out of many hours of practice that transferred into muscle memory the genin clapped his hands together, a stream of black liquid releasing from the pores on his hands accumulated into a smallish blob that extended by a tether in the direction the sword. The clinking sound of metal hitting solidified water echoed in their close quarters situation, the eyes of both men locking once more, neither letting up their techniques.
"Well done kid... You make old geezers like me nostalgic at times... I can see the future of Kirigakure is in more than capable hands... I'll be taking my leave now, no charge..." With those words said a veil of mist enveloped the client's body before he trailing a way, no trace of his person in the area was in sight. A sigh of relief escaped Ōsharu as he released his jutsu, the water splashing over his clothing, but being wet was the least of his worries. "I have a feeling I'll be seeing this man in the future . . . I'm almost sure of it . . ."
[ Exit Thread ]
- Jutsu Trained:
Name: Kōkkai Hijutsu: Shiojouki Fushoku no Jutsu | Kōkkai Secret Technique: Salt Vapor Corrosion Jutsu
Rank: [ B ]
Type: Ninjutsu
Used For: Defensive
Element: N/A
Range: Provided Below
Duration: 1 Post
Hand Seals/Charge up: Tiger - Ox - Hare - Dog - Serpent
Description: This a secret technique developed through the Kōkkai clan's Shio Mizuton | Salt Water Style of the Kōkkai clan. The user releases a mist composed of chakra enriched water and salt from their pores, metals that come into contact with this mist begin to corrode and become enveloped by a thick coating of tarnish or rust in addition to receiving pits in their cutting edge and will continue to cut poorly until resharpened. Due to their control over their salt, the user can shape this mist into any form they wish.
By cupping the palm of both hands to the mouth, the user can utilize a more direct method by releasing the mist in a rapid stream like fashion through exhaling it. This substitutes for allowing the user to shape the mist. Due to the Salinity of the mist: open wounds, sensitive skin, and the eyes are susceptible to a burning and stinging sensation. The mist is translucent enough to provide a person looking through it with a blurry image, but movements and objects can be differentiated.- B Rank: Basic shinobi tools like kunai, shuriken, and senbon disintegrate upon contact with the mist. Small pits in the cutting edge and rusting of the blade or metal will occur to simple weaponry and equipment not infused/coated with chakra (i.e non-custom equipment like a katana or mace). In addition, the speed of the projectile will slow enough for a user to react to it.
L & W & H | Distance: 6 ft. x 6 ft. x 6 ft. | 6 Ft. - A Rank: In addition to basic shinobi tools, simple equipment will disintegrate upon contact with the mist. Small pits in the cutting edge and rusting of the blade or metal will occur to original weaponry and equipment not infused/coated with chakra (I.e custom weaponry and equipment). In addition, the speed of the projectile will slow enough for a user to react to it.
L & W & H | Distance: 12 ft. x 12 ft. x 12 ft. | 12 ft - S Rank: Disintegration of all weaponry and equipment that has not been infused/coated in chakra will occur if they come in contact with the mist. on to basic shinobi tools, simple equipment will disintegrate upon contact with the mist. Small pits in the cutting edge and rusting of the blade or metal will occur to original weaponry and equipment not infused/coated with chakra. In addition, original projectiles coated in chakra will be deflected due to the salt in the mist knocking them off course.
L & W & H | Distance: 24 ft. x 24 ft. x 24 ft. | 24 ft.
Name: Kōkkai Hijutsu: Suirō no Jutsu | Kōkkai Secret Technique: Water Prison Jutsu
Rank: [ D ] • [ C ]
Type: Ninjutsu
Used For: Defensive | Supplementary
Element: Suiton | Water Release
Range: Arms reach
Duration: Maintainable
Hand Seals/Charge up: Snake → Ox → Clap Hands
Description: This is the Kōkkai clan's take on the classic Suirō no Jutsu | Water Prison Jutsu. This is an entrapment technique that draws on water from any point on a Kōkkai member's body to bind an opponent and hold them in stasis. For this technique, the user will form several hand-signs before reaching out, as though about to grip a nearby opponent. This will cause water to to be released from their body and encase the opponent in a sphere large enough to contain their entire body. To a lesser extent, in events where there is only little water, this technique can still be used to bind an opponent, though the sphere could only be large enough to lock the opponents hand in place. This would be particularly ineffective since the user and the opponent would be handcuffed in close quarters with the opponent still having full movement of everything except the trapped limb. However, if performed with enough water, this technique will completely immobilize a target. The downside of this, however, is that the user's arm must remain within the spherical prison to keep it in place, meaning they cannot move away from the trapped target, and will have trouble if multiple opponents are present. Because the Kōkkai utilize their Shio Mizuton | Salt Water Style their Suiton | Water Release techniques are much different. For starters, their water is black in nature making it impossible to see through, but also it is laced with salt which forces an opponent to keep their eyes shut. The captured prey will, oddly enough, still be able to breath and speak while captured. However, in the event the opponent avoids the initial capture, the sphere will still form around the user's hand. This large collection of chakra enriched water and salt causes the density of the water to increase, thus it can be used to block a potential counter on the user, this large collection of water can be used as a blunt object. By having ninjutsu as a specialty, the user can manipulate this heavily chakra laced water with single handed hand-signs from their free hand for use in one of their other known techniques.
Weakness: A limb from the user must be in contact with the technique at all times or it will disperse, thus leaving them handicapped in some fashion.- B Rank: Basic shinobi tools like kunai, shuriken, and senbon disintegrate upon contact with the mist. Small pits in the cutting edge and rusting of the blade or metal will occur to simple weaponry and equipment not infused/coated with chakra (i.e non-custom equipment like a katana or mace). In addition, the speed of the projectile will slow enough for a user to react to it.
Word Count: 1,886
Ryo Gained: 15