Aratagata [New Dawn] - Done

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The first thing he noticed was the silence. His ears had always been haunted by the screams of men and women, sometimes children, as they died by the hundreds. Massive chakra blasts had rocked the earth, roaring fires burned the land, and lightning scorched the sky - utter destruction, on all fronts. He'd felt bad at first, for hiding away, but he'd been ordered, and there were the people to protect... people whom he'd left behind weeks ago in the megalithic catacombs beneath the Western Mountains. Their sorrowful tears and pained faces had driven him mad, he who refused to feel the death of his family, or the destruction of his village. Everything ended. He knew this, and kept the creed close to his heart. He would simply begin anew.

And now he'd emerged into a land that reeked of death, though the carcasses had long since been picked away by scavengers. The sun shone majestically in the sky, bright and yellow, tempered by clouds pushed steadily along by a nice, easy breeze. The land was wrought with death, and yet the day was scarily beautiful, and the most wonderful thing Hiromasa had seen in a while. People had already begun to stumble from the hidden entrances, the few that lived, but he paid them no mind, though his mouth slipped into a frown when he heard their cries.

Fuckin' pussies!

He moved to higher ground, seemingly gliding up the rock face has he moved to its apex. He wanted to see if all the land was barren - surely there was somewhere where the grass waved with the wind, and the trees stood upright; where fire had not burned the earth dry.

We'll regrow, if we must... a shame we've no Mokuton wielding ninja... none that I know of, anyway.

He thought about what sort of vengeance he would enact on the shinobi world for the destruction of his past, but he could not summon the rage necessary - he yearned infinitely more for his future. He cared little for peace, but did not feel the desire to weather another catastrophic, cataclysmic extinction level event. Not by a longshot. So what to do?

Become strong.

"Maybe I'll become Mizukage... the 1st." He grinned.

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"That's the spirit...!!!"

The voice trailed off behind you, loud at first but quickly subsiding. However, the rising tone indicated one very clear thing - excitability. Should you turn away from your perch and towards the source of the odd, crackly voice, you'd spot a cloaked figure, their garments dark and stained. Was that not part of the huddle bodies you had passed by moments ago...? Weird. Regardless. The man - was it a man!? - did not approach you, remaining still ten or so feet away, his height comparable to yours. However, he seemed eager to prepare a next set of words; not indicative by his still body, but by the sudden grin that broken through the shrouds.

"So you think...you think can do it???"

"...you think you can become...the one!?"

[Mamushi]

Who in the hell- ?

He turned to face the voice, his only visible response to the oddity a slight inclination of his right eyebrow, and a minute leftward tilt of his head. He wondered if the man - he thought it was a man - was crazy, or just happy to be away from the dank darkness of the catacombs. He noted his tattered cloak, and took stock of his own battered clothing, from his dingy flak jacket to his torn mesh shirt. His sandals were just as beat up as they had always been.

"Yeah." He said shortly, righting his head and evening his brow. "Eventually. What do you know of Kage's, old timer?" He folded his arms across his chest, amusement creeping into his tone.

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Your response made the cloaked man chuckle a tone never before heard, a bit too unnatural for your taste yet for some reason befitting of a creation such as himself. As he cackled, he threw his shoulders back and let his head hang back, a truly humorous moment indeed. It was then that you saw it - he had no eyes!? But just as soon as you attempt to squint, he regains him composure and settles down. His throat cleared, and as his hands move, his story resumes.

"Hoooooooooooo! What do I know!?"

He paused. His voice lowered, a bit evil sounding now.

"I know enough to make ANYONE a Kage..."

"..tell me - why is it exactly that you want to become the next Water Shadow, hmmm...?"

[Mamushi]

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Hiromasa shook his head ruefully as the queer man guffawed, blond locks waving about his face. He was unable to find the humor in his words, and began to seriously doubt the man's sanity. Tolerant amusement degenerated into slightly-tolerant annoyance as the seconds passed, and he began to consider simply leaving the man to his laughter –

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Interesting… he has no eyes.

Curiousity peaked, Hiromasa decided to wait out the insanity and reset into a more relaxed posture – which really meant that he was ready to bolt, he simply didn’t appear to be. The laughter stopped and yet Hiromasa felt himself fall deeper into the twilight zone, as the man’s voice grew darker, a touch of malice seeping into his tone.

“Why do I want to become Kage?” The corner of his mouth curved upward into a hint of a smile. “To destroy anything and anyone that threatens my village. I don’t care if the ground opens and swallows the continent whole – Kirigakre will not fall. I will not see my home die again, even if I must kill the world to do so.

Now tell me old man… just what do you know?” Hiromasa did not trust the man at all – not only was he an unknown factor, but he was unpredictable as well. His aura didn’t fit, as if he’d been supplanted from another realm. Just who the hell is this guy?

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A look to the left and then the right revealed the cloaked man's sudden hidden intentions, and when felt them to be truly alone, he'd near the Chuunin, a small shuffle and some slow arm movement revealing a parchment of the old. Crusted, faded and musty, the item itself had obviously see better days. Yet even with such a decrepit appearance, an aura of power seemed to emanate from text. Weird...

"Wooooooo! Hoo hoo hoo!!!"

His cackle pierced the air of the catacombs sharply, and for a moment, you could swear you spotted his hand gripping at what seemed to be a wet spot on the side of his clothing. As he turned to shield it, he resumed his speech. His free hand proceeded to pass on a map, with a few fresh moist stains on it. They were crimson.

"...the bloody mist can rise again, but only when those within are ready to bring it forth"

"OLD MAN!? Che! Prove to me then, YOUNG MAN, what you can do. Go to that fucking place. Survive. Live. DO-MI-NATE!!!

The old man had grown wild now with glee, a foreign jig busted in place. One can only wonder...

[Mamushi]

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Now that he'd seen it, he could almost smell the coppery scent in the air.

Hiromasa accepted the yellowed parchment, taking care not to ruin it, all the while doubting the sanity of the queer man. He surveyed it's contents for several long moments, ignoring the dancing idiot entirely, dedicating the context to memory. He carefully folded the paper and tucked it into his breast pocket, then created an Iwa Bunshin from the abundance of rock beneath his feet. Doton natured chakra seeped from his core into the earth, molding it into a perfect doppleganger. He spared the copy a single glance.

"You know what to do."

The Bunshin nodded then jumped off the cliff face while Hiromasa turned his attention to the lunatic. "Yo! OLD TIMER!" Once he had his attention, he'd continue. "Who are you old man?" Hiromasa was very interested in the answer to his question; it showed in his posture, arms folded across his chest, weight inclined forward every so slightly, face set in a mild scowl...

The Bunshin, Iwa-Hiromasa, set to investigating the validity of the map.[/font][/ul]

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The dance had evolved into a highly synchronized series of quick steps, forward then back, left then right, until it was clear the clothed, smelly man was forming something with his dancing patterns; was it a shape...a name? He was rhyming weird things with his mouth. He was bopping. Did he just...pop his collar!? It did not matter however, for his enticed happiness was drained all at once in a single action. It occurred right when the hands of the Mist ninja met, when the handsign was formed, when the chakra was molded, and when the unconscious statement that he lacked overall trust in the man's advice was made. Incredible.

"...yoooooooouuuuuu"

"Ooooooouuuuuu...DONT. TRUST. ME!?""

Happiness instantly morphed into agitation as the strange man's arms moved, the right yanking at something from under the cloak while the left tucked away at his back. The jagged edge of a sharp, medium sized blade was the first thing that came forth from his right side, but as he cocked the machete back over his shoulder, it was clear what intentions his right hand and arm carried; he was 7 meters away from the shinobi now.

The blade flew with impressive peed and strength, a somewhat uncanny result unexpected of such a decrepit figure. Regardless, it'd be appropriate to think fast - It's target, your head, was approaching rapidly.

[Mamushi]

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The queer man interrupted Hiromasa’s orders, drawing a blade from beneath his cloak. There was no mistaking his intent, not in such a stance, and Hiromasa acted accordingly, his plan passed along the mental connection with his clone even as it formed. He and the Iwa Bunshin moved in tandem; he, to sink his hips low to the earth and avoid the blade nearing his head, even as his hands met again in a show of seals, chakra molding into five blistering balls of concussive force – and his clone beside him, utilizing the only element available to it, twisting his fingers as quickly as it could, it’s chakra rushing forth into the earth as unto a river.

Suiton – Teppoudama!

Doton Ryouuken!

Hiromasa spit globes of condensed water at the man just as his clone turned the earth beneath his feet into a rushing river of mud, thirty meters wide and long - truly, a behemoth. Hiromasa aimed primarily for his face and torso, hoping to break his ribs and rattle his brain. When the fifth water bullet left his lips, Hiromasa prepared a single handseal and waited, adjusting his body in preparation for movement. His clone, equally smart and infinitely tricky, sunk beneath the earth and moved towards its target, much more excited to be fighting rather than investigating an old map.

Crazy old bastard...

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Doton Ryouuken (Earth Dominion)
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary / Doton Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Special: Range and size of river depends on user's 'Earth Dominion'.
Description: After performing the necessary hand seals, the user will transform the ground upon which the enemy stands into a river of mud. This river suddenly materializes flowing at fast paces completely against the direction the opponent is moving, making movement very, very difficult. The river itself shoots in a relatively straightly line, moves as fast as the user, and as the user’s rank increases, so does their skill with this technique. Excellent for slowing people down and facilitating escapes, as the mud itself is highly constricting.
Domain: Doton. Earth Dominion 'C'.

Teppoudama (Bullet)
Rank: C
Type: Offensive / Suiton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 20 meters
Special: Bullets are fired from the mouth, all at once in the form of straight lined stream–like fashion. By default, 5 bullets can be fired at once, plus 5 more each time retrained. Must hold seals while firing. Bullets pierces 'C' ranked barriers and below, and move at the speed of a kunai.
Description: A simple yet effective suiton technique, after forming the necessary hand seals, the user manifests bullet sized water projectiles in their mouth, which can then spit at their opponent at fast speeds for a quick attack. As the user’s knowledge of the this technique increases, so does the amount of bullets they can fire off.
Domain: Suiton.

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OOC - Quote your jutsu pl0x

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The Bunshin, Iwa-Hiromasa, set to investigating the validity of the map.

And so that would be the very last action your clone would perform, for as soon as it acquired the parchment, its artificial existence had been handed a contract with a written and signed agreement that its life would most definitely soon end. Seals for a doton jutsu? No time, for once the first blade came free, his hands had already called upon detonation - Kai! The explosion, strong and potent, would thus consume the clone whole in the middle of its ordered contingency, as well as those around.

Both the master of the victim and the owner of the explosion were exposed, though the cloaked man, being the furthest away and the only knowledgeable person in regards to the imminent blast, would escape unscathed. Yet even then, more blood seeped from his cloak now, and the old man seemed to pause, falling to one knee while quiet; he was 10 meters away. The explosion itself - 10 explosive notes within the map -had rocked you as well, but the clone had luckily accepted the brunt of it; thus the remaining energy pushes you aside, and you suffer minimal damage.

Needless to say, the bullets miss, though plenty of shrapnel from the remains of the clone comes your way. Danger aside, an opening has presented itself. Act now.

[Mamushi]

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He hadn't expected such treachery, though he should have. How did I not notice the tags? He hadn't seen them, hadn't even suspected; luckily, the only casualty was his Bunshin - the damage he recieved was minimal, more annoying than painful. His shoulder stung from the small slivers of rock wedged in it, and his cheek smarted from a growing bruise - in fact, it felt as if his entire left side was bruised, not to mention his ego.

You piece of shit!

Anger guided him as the eplosion blew him away - he rolled and bounced, once, twice, three times, before he found his footing, hands meeting already as his eyes found his foe. His roll had left him several steps closer to the old man; roughly about seven meters. Chakra surged and transformed, the Suiton nature becoming prevalent. He stomped the ground once, chakra loosing from his foot and into the earth.

Mizu Kamikiri!

He wanted to cut the man in half, but he'd settle for an arm or a leg. However, he'd been lulled into complacency before - he would do no such thing now. Deido Bunshin no Jutsu! Five earthen clones climbed from the earth between the man and himself, equidistant from either of them. They formed a veritable wall between them - without verbal prompting, three of them rushed the old man, and Hiromasa fell into the earth.[/ul][/font]

]Mizu Kamikiri (Rising Water Cutter)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Suiton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Pierces through hard surfaces such as wood and stone. Current travels at twice the speed of a kunai. Travels 10 meters in a straight line, plus 10 more each time retrained.
Description: Mizu Kamikiri is a dangerous ninjutsu technique utilizing Suiton. After forming the necessary handseals, the user will then slam their foot hard onto to the ground, causing water to rise up and travel towards his target as a slicing jet, moving at frightening speeds. This jet cuts through the surface and can pierce through stone, resulting in quick death unless the opponent can predict or foresee the water and move out of the way in time.
Domain: Suiton.

Deido Bunshin (Earth-Mud Clone)
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary / Doton Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Special: Although defeated by a single attack, the clones have the ability to explode their essence in a 5 meter radius, spreading sticky, constricting mud everywhere. Those affected will have their movement inhibited, suffering from reduced speeds and reaction. When re-learned, the user increases the number of clones they can make by 5; this maxes out when the user reaches 50 clones.
Description: A simple elemental clone technique, this let’s the user create a default number of five mud based clones for his command. Coming forth from an earth or mud source, the clones are basic and meant primarily for distraction and restriction. Its mud, sticky and constricting, can slow d own an opponent’s limbs, especially when many pole upon the user at once.
Domain: Doton. Earth Dominion 'C'.

Moguragakure no Jutsu (Mole Hiding Technique)
Rank: B
Type: Supplementary / Doton Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Special: Range of movement depends on the user’s level of Earth Dominion. All doton jutsu used whilst underground cost one rank less than normal due to the overwhelming earth source. User can remain underground for a single turn before needing to resurface; each time retrained, the user main remain underground for one extra turn.
Description: An upgrade to Dochuu Eigyo, this underground variation grants the user movement AND the ability to attack with jutsu whilst underground. After a few short seals, the user merely sinks below, and can remain there for a small amount of time, allowing them an extremely strategic position, as well as the ability to laid explosives along the ground for the opponent to ‘enjoy’.
Domain: Doton. Earth Dominion 'B'. Must know 'Underground Fish'.

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Despite commands to move his body in a more offensive manner, the cloaked man's figure barely responded anymore, the gravity of his untreated wounds far too grand for adrenaline to fuel anymore. And so, as he remained kneeling before the Genin, a single knee down no more than seven meters away, his only response to the imminent blast of chakra was an outstretched sword. His guard would be eternal it seemed, even in death. His voice, shaky now, uttered a few more words before letting off a sickly shriek. Death, cometh!

"YOU...LITTLE..."

"SHIIIITTTT!!!"

The spray of water came faster than expected, and although his tanto was outstretched in a most defensive manner, nothing corporeal he owned would help protect against the inevitable. As such, while still on one knee and with a single bladed arm outstretched in a way that pretended to accepted the brunt of the blast merely at the hilt, the Kamikiri current would slice through his guard, his arm, his chest, and the rest of the body.

It was almost as if the body itself was already decomposed, for upon being sliced, the rest of him - bare with me - EXPLODED. His remains, aside from the shredded cloak, consisted of a makeshift weapon, a soup of decomposed flesh, and a map leading here.

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[DAVID BOWE]

fina;; thirty four experience addition