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Suijin - The Water Dragon
Rank: B
Type: Main/ Specialty/ Melee + Ranged
Special: Kawashima Heirloom - Unique
Description: A ninjato with a blade formed from special chakra sensitive metal. Legend says that it is madefrom the tooth of a sea leviathan, and was forged beneath the sea itself. The azure blade absorbs suiton-nautred chakra, enabling the wielder to create cutting arcs of highly pressurized water, and, with expert control, create streams of water to crush or block.
Cost: Free Promotional Item

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Hiromasa fell to the earth with a soft thump, leaving no traces of his passing on the tree-trunk above. A light sheen of chakra on the heels of his feet deadened the sound of his foot to a muted nothing - not even the bugs were distrubed as he slinked through the shadows.

There was, in truth, no actual need for such blatant secrecy. He was home, in Mizu no Kuni, and he was visiting his actual abode, or what remained of it, to reclaim a relic that had been in his family for generations. To the unskilled, it was a mere sword, but to the enlightened, it was so much more...

He came upon the clan home just as the sun fell beneath the mountains in the west, casting the land in perpetual shadow. The house lay in shambles, and body-shaped lumps littered the yard. The wind carried with it the rank odor of death and decay, accented by the freshly blooming azaleas on the back patio. They thrived, whilst the world around them fell to pieces. His home looked as if it had gotten into a fight with a Bijuu - the second floor wasn't even there at all.

"Now where did they hide the sword..."

He knew his family. His mother would've died protecting the Kage... or she might have killed him and fled herself, but she wouldn't have bothered with the sword - she didn't appreciate the flash. His father would've hidden the blade away, so as not to potentially lose it in battle, and his brother... his brother would've taken the sword into battle despite his father's wishes, convinced of his own immortality, and his sister...

She'd have found his brother's dead, broken body and returned the sword to its rightful place before failing to death herself. To the shrine it is...

Hidden beneath the house, in the center of an underground grotto, beneath one thousand gallons of water, the sword lay, untouched for the weeks since the catastrophe -

Or so he hoped.

He stepped through the threshold of his ancestral home, barely dodging a falling plan of wood. Everything was torn, from furniture to tables, and the blood of many stained the walls. Rennovation was impossible. The home would have to be destroed.

The entrance to the shrine was hidden quite artfully. Traps had been set around a number of faux entrances during the years he'd lived here - the true entrance was unprotected, save for the seal that opened only to blood. A false wall in the entrance room led to a downward sloping hall that curved into a domed room with neither doors nor windows, unto which entrance to the shrine could be gained, by a blood offering.

As he walked down the hall, he trailed his fingers along the wall, feeling the grains and cracks for the memories hidden beneath, echoes of the past that would never again gain shape.

And here we are...

He walked to the center of the room and pressed his index finger into the tile on the floor. He pulled it away just as quickly and a red drop was left behind, gllistening despite the absence of light. The tile flared bright white as the chakra was recognized, and the tile beneath his feet started to sink...
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[/i] dedicated to Suijin. The wood was of a polished light oak, and blue ribbons hung from its rafters, ewith gold tipped tassles attacked at each corner. A ceremonial knife lay in the first holster - a horizontal laying sheath, and the sword itself lay in the second. Behind them, in the shadow of the shrine, was the Dragon that was said to live in the blade. Though its skin seemed more silver than blue, it's eyes gleamed with the same azure glow as the blade itself.

There you are.

He approached the shrine slowly - not out of caution, but out of reverance. As he came closer, he caught sight of a body propped up behind the shrine, it's skin pale with death. Oddly, there was no smell - only the thick scent of deep water.

My sister...

He stood silently with his hands pressed to the ceremonial knife, but he had yet to draw it. He was the last of his clan, and he would probably be the last to wield the blade, but he felt no sadness for the demise of something ancient - he felt enlightened, proud that he would be its master, and certain that his name, his blood would never die Swiftly, he drew the knife and sliced his palm, then pressed the hand to the hilt of Suijin. It glowed intensely for one brief moment, and then came free of its casing, shimmering still as he held it.

And now I have you...

He bid goodbye to his sister, setting her body properly by the shrine, to be its eternal guardian. I will never know who killed you, sister of mine... so I will take my revenge on all!

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Thank Kami he already knew how.



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"Ah fuck it. I'm not in the mood."

He had looked forward to meeting his summons, but he didn't feel the desire to pursue them at this moment - something was holding him back

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[DAVID BOWE]

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