Scrolls of my Lineage

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Silence fell like a blanket within the confines of the dimly lit hall, the spacing between the torches that were the only light source were too far apart to provide facial recognition of the many cloaked figures kneeling at attention, their heads bowed as they paid their respects to a figure shrouded in shadows and mystery sitting on a throne. A certain degree of self-control had been obtained by each and every member as they remained motionless and inaudible, something akin to a statue if you will, for the better part of an hour. Then without warning, the only entrance and exit to the hall had flung open, the sound of sandals meeting the stone floor echoed with each passing step. Bang - The sound of the big wooden doors shutting behind the newest arrival to the hall cracked like thunder cutting through the silence like a hot knife through butter, despite all the commotion that occurred the cloaked figures remained unwavering.

Walking up the center aisle, the young shinobi seemingly parted the sea of cloaked individuals before coming to a complete stop and kneeling before the man on the throne. With his head angled downward the short blonde haired male kept his hazel eyes fixated on the cold stone floor as he awaited further instruction to the presumed leader, like those whom were cloaked he dared not move. Minutes had passed before the veil of silence which previously occupied the hall was broken, from behind the chair a soft but fierce purr sounded as a black tiger with various white stripes made its way around to the left side of the throne. The man on the throne extended a hand intercepting the big cat's head, immediately it lowered its head and opened its mouth to the young boy before him, its tongue unraveled revealing a scroll to which the boy took into his grasp.


The man's voice was cold, icy even, able to send chills down the backs of those who opposed him and innocent bystanders a like. Yet, his words were very much true. Who did he, Rōarku Puredetā, have to fear any if he had conquered his fears and silenced himself along with all unneeded emotion? There was no correct answer to this question, but a suitable answer accepted by the caramel mocha skinned toned skin shinobi lied within time. Time would be the deciding factor for all, for shinobi it would come quicker than with others. Without another word said or exchanged Rōarku assumed his full height before nodding to his sensei, turning on his heels he escaped the confines of the hall.

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The moon lingered in the starry night's sky, it's luminescent rays able to shine as free as possible due to not a single cloud in sight, to many this would be considered beautiful, but to Rōarku this was a hindrance to his most current missions. The concept of the mission was based in stealth, thus the more viewable that he was made the more of an increase in a chance for failure did the mission have. Surprisingly, this fact did nothing to demoralize the spirits of the young boy, rather it did the opposite, like with many hindrances and bumps on the road Rōarku simply took this as an even greater challenge.

Unbeknownst to the uninitiated, the Foundation's headquarters had multiple entrances and exits rooted beneath the surface of the ground, these paths snaked and crisscrossed every which way making it impossible to navigate or outsiders, but Rōarku managed to make his way from the hall on the western end of the headquarters to the exit on the eastern end of the village without fail. Upon passing through the invisible barrier leading from the Foundation's headquarters the chilled air smacked Rōarku on the face, a certain chill coursed down the length of his spine, brought upon not by the air, but by the Thrill of the Hunt. Though his mouth was hidden, the devilish smile he wore shone through his eyes as he started in a slow stride before fully sprinting into the night in pursuit of his newest mission.



Nose deep within the scroll outlining the details of his mission, Rōarku used his enhanced senses to navigate the intricate pattern of the trees as he began memorizing his assignment, soon this information was to be destroyed for outside knowledge of the operation was strictly forbidden. All movement ceased as Rōarku feet met with a thick and sturdy branch, placing a hand to the trunk of the tree he began channeling his chakra evenly throughout his body enhancing his sense of touch. Blip - like a rock being thrown repeatedly into a still pond causing ripples to rush to make their way to the shore, vibrations originating far off had traveled back to Rōarku alerting him of someone's presence.



The safety net that were his enhanced senses had given Rōarku new insight on the subjects of his mission, the Lobos Gang's location and their numbers became ever clearer as the young shinobi approached the hideout. A three story building, shabby in appearance, stood behind the very loose guarding off a metal gate, in some places there were dents even in its frame. Either they were simply cheap or confident in their abilities, Rōarku would soon find out as he passed over the gate and made his way around the backside of the building. That same spine tingling feeling that he felt at the start of his mission had made its way back and his eyes began to twinkle in the same fashion, the mere thought of a challenge was enough to wake him from a deep sleep, but being in the mix of things was nearly orgasmic. His body convulsed uncontrollably as he used the most basic of shinobi techniques to scale the building and enter through an open window.

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The window from which Rōarku entered had not been chosen because of its availability, but merely because of the sounds stemming from it. Snoring loudly, laid out nude spread eagle across the bed, and crushing the very sole of a young doped up female. The scene at hand was sad to say the least, but times for emotions were long lost, thus he removed a kunai from his pouch and spun it on his finger by the ring at the end before catching it in his right hand. The daggered point sliced clean across the man's jugular vein causing a mass of blood to usher out, his free hand had grabbed a pillow and pressed it against the man's mouth muffling any sounds from being heard. "3… 2… 1… You are not worthy of my study…" No sooner had he finished his thoughts did the man's body grow limp, the blanket and linen sheets became stained with the man's blood, and the poor female remained doped up lying there in the accumulating pool. A side note placed on his mission(s) was to ensure the safety of any sex slaves within the hideout, thus grabbing a hold of her leg he removed her from underneath the engorged body of the deceased Lobos Gang member and simply on the floor.


One gang member was successfully executed, but by his count there were seven more awaiting his unsuspecting arrival and that didn't include Tai Hachi, thus he coated the soles of his sandals and the palms of his hands with chakra which allowed the young shinobi to navigate the interior walls and ceilings of the building silently and undetected. Following the sounds of drunken laughter mixed with banging on a table, Rōarku made his way from the second floor down to the first floor. The scene at hand depicted the five men sitting around a sake soaked table playing a game of cards, the same amount of women were either sucking their necks or doing the same to their johnsons, then there was the eleven year old with his kunai still in hand dripping blood on the floor as he stood in the doorway.



Doped up to the highest degree, one of the women was the first to make notice of Rōarku which alerted the rest of the group, her mistaking him for a chocolate bar almost brought a chuckle from the boy, but this quickly subsided as he dodged a chair which exploding into pieces as it hit the wall behind him. With this action, The Hunt was on! The boy's unique chakra began circulating throughout his body, specifically working on the specially developed sweat glands that his body's housed, the contents of these glands around the entirety of the users body began to boil rapidly increasing Rōarku's base temperature from 121ºF to 212ºF. Blump -This gift blessed upon him by his unknown lineage had at that moment became a living hell for one of the Lobos members as the sound of his fist making contact with Rōarku's chin filled the air. Unfortunately, . . . For the attacker, the boy's body went nowhere, seemingly absorbing the blow and transferring the increased temperature over onto the fist. The lobos member retracted his fist as he began to succumb to the effects a first degree burn.


The first strike had been dealt among those within the room, thus in every right the eleven year old shinobi had every right to defend himself. Hmph… And so he did. Erupting from the ground, Rōarku's right knee drove like a freight train into the abdomen of the man, slumping him over and needing to be shouldered off of the boy and onto the floor. The string of swift movements leading up the strike was seemingly flawless, from the moment he slid his leg behind him, to it exploding from the ground propelled by a jet of steam. Flawless. Upon seeing the man assume the fetal position on the floor the women in the room began screaming and huddled up with each other in the nearest available corner away from the conflict, on the other hand the remaining Lobo Members looked on in awe as one of their strongest fighters had been broken down with a single strike.

Switching up his stance, Rōarku slid his feet together assuming his full height, his right hand containing the kunai tucked behind his back while his left was extended out in front, his hands motioned the men forward in a taunting manner unique to Taijutsu legend of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Once more, the uniqueness of his chakra began circulating throughout his body only this time his caramel-mocha skin tone began to become infatuated with an orange hue, his body's temperature had subsided to it regular temperature, but now it had grown higher than ever. Since none of the men stepped forward the eleven (11) year old took it as an insult that they didn't accept his challenge, thus one moment he was by the slouched over man and the next he had managed to sweep the legs off the ground of one of the men fixing the belt to his britches. Only a blurred trail of orange and blonde followed the paths the boy took as he disarmed and knocked unconscious the various member of the Gang. Admittedly showing off a bit, but one could deny the skill in Taijutsu that Rōarku displayed.

The final blow was dealt onto the left side of the face of the last of the five Lobos members, with his kunai still in hand Rōarku went around the room like a deadly surgeion, slitting the jugular vein of each male and allowing fate to take over. Knowing that there were two other members somewhere in the building along with the leader, Tai Hachi, he did not waste time worrying about he safety of the women and left them as they were. However, before leaving he managed to grab there attention and somehow made gestures which got across the message that he would be returning. While making his way back into the hallway and up the stairs once more he placed his senses on high alert as he went on in search for his remaining targets.

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This was it, the last phase of his mission, as he moved about silently on the third floor in search of hi targets, or rather prey, the Thrill of the Hunt sent that familiar tingling sensation passing down the length of his spine. Although no particular jutsu or technique was used, through means of his eye sight he began to see the various stenches and smells that objects had whether they had been touched by an unclean hand or had a scent of its' own, thus he was able to track his targets. Four different smells strongly radiating from behind a locked door drew Rōarku to it, one in particular had a brief reminiscent moment over Rōarku that he couldn't quite put his finger as to what it reminded him of. Providing chakra to his sense of ears he began to gather intel from his opponents that he normally wouldn't have able to.





Though admittedly a good plan against the average shinobi, then again, Roarku wasn't the average shinobi. He was labeled the Apex Predator for a reason and through the use of skills little was left to the unknown, thus with the information that he had he began formulating their demise. Taking an effective control over the cross-wiring sensation in his brain known as Synesthesia, Rōarku began to link together his sense of taste and touch to aid him in the situation, a hand was then placed on the wall. His brain began processing what he was touching and correlating it with his sense of taste and memory so as to remember what the substance was composed of.


The gears of his plan went into motion as he gauged where his opponent would be on the other side of the wall, this would be where he would strike, but a boost to his physical condition would need to be achieved first. Once again his body began to circulate with his unique chakra before achieving the same orange hue as before, the moment was now or never, thus in one swift movement his arms passed through the dry wall and clutched onto the belly of the brutish Lobos Member known as Bruno. His screams filled the room as his mace banged loudly against the floor after being let loose because of the heat of the limbs touching him, he then was pulled straight through leaving a gaping hole in the wall followed by a cloud of debris preventing. Wasting no time, Tai Chi, angled the kunai launcher into the hole in the wall and fired a round of thirty kunai. None of which sounded, meaning they had impaled a target, but being able to discern if it was the right one was uncertain.



The man's voice giving out the order was cold, void of emotion or attachment to either of his henchmen. The sound of his voice was all to familiar to Rōarku, this was the sound of the initiated. But, what he couldn't quite put his finger on was if he was initiated then why had he succumb to a second rate criminal? Either way, before he could answer the brutes remarkably similar brother passed through the hole and stumbled upon his brother's kunai skewered body. Over the course of time from pulling the man through the wall to his brother coming through to check on him, Rōarku had applied the same principals as before and scaled the walls like a certain web-headed hero, only when the other brute was directly below him did he release himself. Thud - The two body's sounded as one made contact with the other. The struggle was now on the way as Kitaro flailed around madly to remove the Genin, in contrast the boy tried with all his might to stay on. A poor choice this was for the boy as the brute backed up and slammed him against the wall, the man's 6'7 272 lbs frame provided much of the damage which caused the boy to become unattached and slumped on the floor.



In between the realization of the boy and the man screaming and cursing Rōarku's name he had been flung through the hole and into the other room, his head a mere meters away from the barrel of the kunai launcher. A tight predicament he was placed in, nonetheless he kept his assignment in mind a played a level head. Tai Hachi bent down turning the boy over once or twice with his foot apparently checking for a headband so that he could tie him to a village, of course one was not found. Kitaro grabbed his brother's mace and repeatedly smacked it against his open hand ready to pay homage to the fallen by beating every ounce of breath out of the kid, but during mid-swing a hand was raised by his leader halting any further movement.


Obviously, this was to get a reaction out of the boy, but unlike the rest of those who were so called "initiated" he stayed true to his roots and left all emotion and voice of reason out. Surprisingly, this brought about a smile upon the man's face as he walked with his back facing the boy and his subordinate so as to get repositioned behind the Kunai Launcher. In this brief moment opening Roarku began the course of completing his plans. Though normally used in the repulsion of objects, Roarku was jetted vertically off of the ground by pressurized steam, then at a certain point he released more pressurized steam blinding Kitaro and propelling him into a full on head-butt against Tai Hachi.

Upon getting to his feet, Rōarku activated the kunai launcher sending a line of thirty Kunai into the body of Kitaro, all of which traveled vertically from the floor to his forehead. For him, the light of day would never be seen again. Scrambling over Tai's body, the boy had removed the same kunai from his earlier assassinations and held it to the man's jugular vein with his right hand, his left began rummaging through the man's pockets before pulling out a beige and red striped scroll, the Kanji for "Steam" marked its front. The same smile, although filled with blood now, carried across the man's face. All of which he had asked about was true, but due to the silent nature of his assailant he would never get the chance to hear a true verbal confirmation… Or so he thought.


Silence out of pure shock filled the air for the first couple of moments after the boy had spoke, his voice rugged but deep, but somehow matching his overall appearance. For the first time in months, Rōarku Puredetā showed the capability of producing speech. A light chuckle escaped the man as he leaned over toward the edge of the kunai, the crimson liquid began to trickle down the length of his neck.

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Word Count Total: 3,598
- D Rank Mission: 500/500
- C Rank Mission: 700/700
- C Rank Mission: 700/700
- C Rank Mission: 700/700
- C Rank Mission: 700/700
- Remainder: 298

Chakra Pool: 50

Roarku grew mute once more as the notorious Lobos gang leader, Tai Hachi, continued on with information of the boy's legacy. A mixture of being intrigued and disgust began to form a knot in the young boy's stomach, for verification purposes chakra had been applied to his ears to listen in on the man's heartbeat. At the moment things were rather queer, the very lineage that allowed such abilities was used to question information regarded said lineage. A ache began to form in the boy's frontal lobe as his mind race with questions, but he wished not to interrupt, thus he suffered but as he suffered he listened to information that would change his mindset on the very organization he pledged upon.

 

With that final laugh Roarku seemingly snapped, blood began to spray about the room as the kunai sliced through the flesh and cut into the jugular vein. Death was nothing but guaranteed at this point, but then the boy began hacking away at the man's neck, a content expression fell over his face as he did so in a seemingly zombified state, not even a flinch was given as he blood splattered up and into his face. Something dark grew within the boy, but rather than being built from negativity it stemmed from positivity and justice.

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Word Count: 417
- Recovery: 200
- Remainder: 217

Chakra Pool: 200/200

Despite leaving in the dead of night Ōsharu had once again been able to watch the sun come over the horizon, only this time it was the true horizon rather than the horizon created by the tops of the many trees surrounding Konohagakure no Sato. The display of golds and purples was truly captivating to say the least, but the boy was too busy pondering on whether or not to open the scroll he had obtained to really take in all of the beauty that it shown. Some hours ago he had freed the enslaved and drugged up women, the bodies of the men had been disposed of accordingly in the fashion taught to all prospective Foundation members. All that was left was to do was return the scroll to his leader and collect his earnings, but for some reason he on his way back on the most random of tree branches he stopped.

Within his hands was the scroll recovered from the now late infamous Tai Hachi, the insignia of the Village Hidden in Hot Water shown in all it's glory along side another strange symbol, it was this symbol that kept the boy interested and his eyes glued to the piece of parchment. Lies here and lies there, things just weren't adding up and if his thoughts were correct then parts of the untold story that was his life would fit more correctly. For minutes he stood there, his body frozen, his mind torn between choosing to understand the life that he came from and just accepting the life that he was living now for what it was.



Trembling hands began to try to unravel the mystery of the scroll, but it refused to open under traditional means. There was a location on the wooden tops of the scroll were a thumb should be placed, after attempting to use his blood to open it Rōarku began to grow impatient with the thing. The temperature of his body increasing with his frustration, the contents of his body began to boil before steam emitted from his finger tips and entered the scroll, a series of clicks followed as the scroll began able to unravel. A certain twinkle shown in the boy's eyes as he read his last name across the top of the piece of parchment, the insignia from before stood beneath his name in a bigger context than on the exterior of the scroll.

To his surprise, everything that the man he had just brutally assassinated had lived up to expectation and the very fabric of lineage began to unfold to him. Written within the interior of the scroll was a documented account of the clan's history to the point of extinction, a list of their businesses and locations, also within was something which would prove most useful to Rōarku in being a shinobi. Two techniques of different nature were explained through a series of images at the very bottom, the kanji for forbidden was written in a side note fashion, probably for the fact that Ninjutsu was only to be used in times of defense. As quickly as new information was gained, Rōarku began to form questions as his eyes scanned and rescanned the contents of the scroll.

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By the time Rōarku had pried his eyes from the contents of the scroll the sun had risen, a gentle breeze passed through the lands and the boy enjoyed it's warm temperature, so far these were all signs for the start to a good day. In his eyes, these conditions were primetime for conquering the newest challenge which displayed itself in the form of the two fighting-styles unique to the Puredetā. Staying within the outskirts of the village, the boy made his way into the center of an open field, the scroll of his ancestors laid unraveled before him and his eyes scanned over the motions took by the figure in the picture to produce an augmented amount of steam.

The first of the two fighting-styles was the Shisei no Gobi | Stance of the Five-Tails, it's origins appeared to reside in the forgotten wives fables about tailed beasts of monstrous size and chakra, the one in the form of a Dolphin-Horse who bore five-tails and who transferred the ability to increase chakra to it's boiling point, thus forming the basis for the Steam-based Ninjutsu that its in Jinchūriki possessed. In many ways, Rōarku possessed abilities similar to the beast of legend through his lineage, from what he could tell within the scroll the figure merely mimicked the strike pattern of the beast. So much tweaking to the style would need to be done, converting it from straight forward attacks to build steam to using the chakra they were blessed with, thus the young boy began to plan.


The Puredetā boy's neck rolled In tandem with his arms as he began to stretch, though this was unnecessary Rōarku felt it was essential to getting his body in sync with the plan's that developed in his head. A deep sigh was released from the boy's chest as he began the stance by widening his leg's to shoulder width apart, chakra began circulating throughout the course of his chakra system, thus increasing his overall body temperature from 121ºF to 212ºF as the contents within his special glands began to boil. That familiar feeling of the skin on his body tightening began to occur as the steam began to get pressurized, the hue of the boy's skin shifted from it's regular caramel-mocha to bright orange. The third of the three staple techniques that Roarku and his late brother had developed has been executed, but further he would need to go.

Steam emitted from the boy's hands which had been balled into fists as he squatted down pushing his chakra to it's limit trying to execute the fighting-style, a growl began to escape him as pain and rage fueled the fire within his core. The orange tint of his skin grew deeper bordering hues of red as steam began to release slowly from every pore on his body, those within 5 feet of his location would definitely feel the intense heat radiating from up off him. A second draw of air began to fill Rōarku's lungs as he inhaled slowly, the exhale was much the same but with a sense of control, steam rushed out of his nostrils and a certain look became him. One of excitement, one of passion, one of power.


Taking a single step forward Rōarku found himself propelled forward by a jet of steam at an accelerated rate, there was no means of stopping as he made a bee-line path straight for a tree. To dampen the impact the boy extended his arms outward toward the base of the tree, once more a jet of steam had been released only this time it worked to slow his speed down. A smirk hid behind the raised collar of his outfit, but all the excitement of what was happening could be seen in the twinkle in his eyes. Exploring what else this style had in store for him, Rōarku cocked his arm back before a jet of steam propelled it forward and threw the trunk of the tree up to his elbow.

For the remainder of the afternoon the boy practicing in the forbidden fighting-style of his ancestors, later he would go on to incorporate the Shinsei no Godaime Mizukage | Rebirth of the Fifth Mizukage, its origin lied in using Suiton | Water Release techniques in conjunction with the Steam Engine technique. Unfortunately, the young boy had no techniques of that nature at his disposal, but that would soon change after much more practice in this signature fighting-style. By the time he had left the open plain the sun had risen to it's highest point in the sky indicating that it was noon, gaining all he could from the scroll and jotting down the finer points for future reference, he began racing back to the Foundation's headquarters using the same secret passageways that he used to exit the place.

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Three hours time had passed before the boy found himself entering through the same wooden doors as the previous day, still they sounded loudly as they closed behind him and like before the many members remained statue like. The boy's footsteps echoed in his wake as he parted the sea of black cloaks to once again stand before the man that he called his "leader", a sense of resentment could be felt as he bent down to kneel, the piercing sting of the man before him could be felt on the boy's neck. He fought against the option of looking the man square in the face and confronting him on the information he knew, but he remembered the unspoken promise that he ushered to himself, thus he simply removed from his traveling the pack the scroll he was assigned to secure and held it out before him.


Flames were erupted in the interior of one of the man's palm, the other extended outward removing the scroll from the boy's possession, all knew what was coming next, but it was of no significance to those other than the one who retrieved it. A gut wrenching feeling overcame him as he watched the ashes fall to the floor before him, everything that he worked for and everything that he obtained seemed to blow away with out a care. A chuckle escaped the boy's glorious leader as he patted Rōarku atop the head before taking his seat on the throne.


A nod of acknowledgment wasn't exchanged between the two which caused a few members to abandon their statue like state to eye the boy and their leader, but as the boy walked away the only thing occurred was the man's deep and slow laugh. Rōarku worked to control his temper to the best of his abilities, but he could feel his body heating up and himself slowly loosing it, thus he hastily exited the place and made way for the place he called home.

[Exit]

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Word Count: 2,092
- B Rank Jutsu: 1000/1000
- B Rank Jutsu: 1000/1000
- Remainder: 92

Chakra Pool: 200/200