A Closed Mouth Doesn't Get Fed [Event][P]

[Hermit]

Night, it was a common thing that I had seen throughout my life, well, it was a commonality within all life truth be told, but to me it had a time of peace, a earthly stage of rejuvenation, my time to recollect my mind, free it from stress. However, this night, I’d been robbed; by what you may ask? well, my own greed. I was not one to morally fixate myself around greed and power, however, as newly appointed kage without even a shadow of doubt, I needed to grow even stronger. It was difficult to understand how initially, for I'd already mastered the art of bakuton and molding clay for nothing less than absolute destruction. There wasn't much for me to learn, however, there was something that I could ultimately obtain, something physical, and organic that would only compliment my prowess as one of the few Kibaku nendo to roam these lands.

. . . A second hand mouth.

The Nights silvery brilliance bathed my entire form as I took my leave from the village gates discreetly, trekking swiftly through moist sand and a blankets of pervasive dust that aimlessly tarried across Kaze no kuni's desert. I knew not where to go or who to see in order to obtain my hand mouth via surgery, but that wouldn't stop me from deserately searching, that process would be key to unlocking the most secret and forbidden techniques of my kind. . .one time, just this one time, I'd let my lust consume me and drive me!

[Trigga]

GM

The path the Kazekage treaded was one without the absence of voracity. Intentions spiraling madly around the simple notion of power, and the simple conclusion to attaining it at whatever costs were needed. Lives mattered not in the large gamut of strength, and a stigma forged from lust and greed would only fuel the strong-bodied, but weak minded. Todai moved aimlessly through the bastion of sand and wind, only complimented with the golden conduit before him, and only quenched with the waters of progression that would eventually salivate his throat. However, where could a man find an answer that was hidden in a maze of unknowing?

Feet marching through the sea of warmth-devoured crystals of tan, the indents of his sandaled feet leaving behind a trail that would only be swallowed in seconds to come. Dull eyes peering o the forefront, while senses startled that which was his surroundings. A blazing sun glistened with summer hues and long-reaching rays that only blanketed the bright blue heavens with light. Calm gradual winds sweeping without direction, but purpose. Everything motioned in concord, however one thing didn’t settle well. The Kazekage was being watched? From afar, approximately fifty meters, and concealed beneath the guise of unawareness and furtiveness, a man stalked with eyes augmented.

There I rested, bathing in the sand themselves, smiling with teeth far from their prime. Cloaked in only my own odor of repugnance as the man from afar intrigued my senses. I couldn’t help it—the availability of his arrival only teasing my inability to contain what I held back for so long—gluttony. His dark hair tempted me, but the more notable feature canvassed through my binoculars was this man’s hand. Singularly unique to his frame and one I hadn’t seen from quite some time. So he was from that clan, eh? Years passed and while my body aged and my memories were clouded, I could still reminisce over that one experience. I grinned only hoping he was looking for my home.

[Hermit]

Sluggishly moving through the luscious sands of Kaze no kuni barefooted, I quickly peered upward, cutting the atmosphere above a swift glance as I looked down abruptly from being stabbed in the eyes by the suns blinding rays. I knew that the sun could lead me to go blind but it was something about its golden brilliance that caused me to incessantly gravitated towards like like flies on a porch light.

"The sun, a curse to me, I can never deny its beauty each time I look upon it - tragic."

I spoke with a slow tongue of nobility whilst biting upon my thumb nail, a haunting habit I'd picked up from my father as a mere infant. Though it was a bad habit, it was also a signal that no other being knew, it hinted at my uncanny ability to think exponentially. To me, the world was a vast and near incomprehensible object, funnily enough I found those who've claimed to understand this existence as fools, always trying to fathom the unfathomable - Idiots!

Trekking swiftly through dunes of sand, I came to notice that the primordial stages of fatigue began to rear its ugly head as the heat seemed to latch onto me and sap me of my strength. Quickly, my hands cycled through a set of seals which speeds rivaled even a sannin. Finally having kneaded the proper chakra not even a second later, I beckoned forth a true copy of myself, one with solid form and substance. My duplicate reached into its own -so I wouldn't have to waste my own- pack of clay and began feasting upon its constructs, taking only a single second complete its molding process. Its wrist flicked forward, throwing out a ball of clay that exploded into a bird only big enough for us both. Both of us mounted the bird with chakra twisting and churning beneath our feet to keep balance, it was time to kick up the pace with less physical work.

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Kage bunshin

[Kouguchi Bakuha (Evil Hand-Mouth Possession) 625
Rank: D, C, B, A, [ S ]
Type: Supplementary / Special Bloodline Technique / Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Chakra: Low
Special: Determines the power placed behind the clan member's clay explosions when a hand-mouth is molding clay in preparation for an explosion, as well as the range the bombs can travel away from the user before automatically detonation; explosion range varies by technique. When first learned, bombs can travel up to 10 meters away, plus 10 more with each new rank acquired.
Description: Said to be the clan member's most gross yet most fundamental power, the ability to control one's hand-mouths is the key towards victory or defeat on the battlefield. With the hand-mouth open and ready for clay, the user learns to feed it and near-instantly send their Bakuton chakra into their creation, carried by how well they can control Blast chakra. However, after a second or so, the hand-mouth spits out the user's full representation of explosive power within their clay creation, allowing the Kibaku-Nendo to proceed further with other clan techniques. As for detonation? Through the simple formation of 'Katsu' - the single seal that symbolizes standard explosive note blasts everywhere.
Domain: Kibaku-Nendo



Kibaku Iritsuku (Clay Infusion Point) 625
Rank: D, C, B, A,[ S ]
Type: Passive / Special Bloodline Technique / Ninjutsu
Range: Self
Chakra: --
Special: Determines the speed at which the Kibaku-Nendo creates their explosive clay. When attempting to mold a creation of clay ranked higher than the user's highest rank in this technique, a creation time penalty is incurred in the form of a single turn for every rank the creation is above the user's highest 'Clay Infusion Point'.

'D' - 3 turns
'C' - 2 turns
'B' - 1 turn
'A' - Half of a turn
'S' - 1/4th of a turn

Description: Though it is crucial the clan member awakens their hand-mouth in order to even have a shot at mastering the Kibaku-Nendo clan techniques, with time and practice, they can get faster and faster at making their explosions, regardless of the clay's size, shape, or rank of explosion. In the end, once the mouth grows comfortable chewing on a certain piece of ranked clay, it will surely create the next one in less time!
Domain: Kibaku-Nendo. Kouguchi Bakuha.



C1: Getaway Bird
Rank: C
Type: Ninjutsu Supplementary
Range: See Special
Chakra/Stamina: Mid
Special: Bird is two meters in wingspan. Only capable of sustaining the weight of one or two average sized people. Capable of flight. Explosion range of 5 meters in radius. Bomb can only move as far away from user as highest ranked 'Kouguchi Bakuha' known. Creation time is same as highest ranked 'Kibaku Iritsuku' known. Requires two standard clay blobs.
Description: Molding clay into a tiny bird about the size of a C1 bomb, the user can then perform a special handseal to make the the bird expand into a size in which it can hold one or two people and sustain flight. Just like C1, the user can control where the bird moves, but what differs this bird from what's created in C2, is the size and the inability to do anything other than support the user for flight and explode.
Domain: Kibaku-Nendo, Kibaku-Nendo • C1 "Shī Wan" 'C' Rank/spoiler]

[Trigga]

He walked with such a swagger; I couldn?t help but want to get closer. Artistry was what most called it?the innate beauty something of a particular importance intuited upon first glance. It was on today that my cold, almost life-deprived eyes settled upon that which was true originality. Skin painted a pale semblance as the essence of thread that divided life and death was scarcely holding. Eyes both dull and devoid of purpose and joy swallowing all prior expectations of a smile to compliment the thin lips on his face. This was something I couldn?t ignore and a factor I?d take into consideration when gauging the actuality of my approach.

(?How should I approach him??) I mused over my thoughts with a calculating precision as accurate as a weathered surgeon penetrating flesh with a scalpel. So specific and evenly-occupied, my mind continued to pondering over a mile-long stretch of ideas that would ultimately lead me to the man. However as he looked into the ablaze above, I couldn?t help but chuckle. He allowed himself, though for an instant, to become ignorant to the world around him. As easy of a prey to a rat cornered by a snake, I could have attacked. Nonetheless. This wasn?t my concern; all I wanted to do was help.

Nonetheless, my eyebrow couldn?t help but lift in the moment of anticipation as the man?s hand drafted through a assembly line of intricate hand gestures, only to summon a column of dense smoke; a Shinobi? This was the final piece to my mental puzzle and now it was my turn to enter into the scene of life. My legs willingly stepping through the mess of sand until abruptly my eyes narrowed at the sight of another cloud of white, albeit larger. ?Stop, you there!? I called out, unconscious to what I actually said as my vocal recognition acted on its own. Running with a lazy, and easily perceived notion of exhaustion, I carried my seasoned frame across the stretch of golden land before I finally closed twenty meters out of the preordained fifty.

[Hermit]

Thinking. . .

It was something I knew how to do all to well, to be truthful I had not much of a choice, not while being the bearer of Kibaku nendo's hand mouths. They restricted me, forbade me to participate in numerous amounts of physical activities, and with such a limitation as a child, I had no choice but to strengthen my mind. You see, my mind, my capacity to think was like a sword to a valiant knight, his means of defense, the tool that would ultimately preserve his life during his most direful situations. But, losing myself in oceans of thoughts had not always been a good thing, at times I would space out, oblivious to my surrounds, only aware on a subconscious level, however, during those moments I tend to lose myself, leaving myself open as if to be a walking invitation to assassination.

. . . I was lucky today. . .fortunately.

A man behind me, namely off in the distance called out to me as my faux self and I mounted our getaway bird, we were seconds away from taking off but instead abruptly halted 5 meters off the ground. Biting my nail profusely I spoke to him with respect.

"Who me? Obviously, is something the matter sir? you seemed distressed, I haven't done anything have I, I dont think so, perhaps I should back track.

Once again my mind got the better of me, however, my faux copy watched the man before us, guarding me like a parent would their child.

[Trigga]

GM

I couldn't help but notice the almost saddening nature of the difference in our appearance; quite unsettling to be honest. While this man who hovered with a mirror image so contentedly on the back of a massive sallow construct held the bearings of a fine young specimen, I was the exact opposite. Beneath the shroud of a tattered, wore russet cloth, residing skin that seemingly lost its flare in the passing decades. Wrinkled and flagging off my very bone, my carriage was that of a man far beyond his prime. Accepted nonetheless for I stood as tall as I could despite have a hunch back that appeared as more of a theatrical complement then a realistic inconvenience.

My face, small and rounded with caravels shaping my jaw line into rumpled disgust, the only amicable dynamic that played to my appearance was my elderly appearance, and a forthcoming smile?devoid of deceit and copious in suspicion. As he spoke out to me, a smile could only manifest on my crusted lips, taking in every word he uttered in such a calm tone through my entrances on the side on my face. So wittily he spoke that it also appeared as if his experiences in life transcended the years his physique pegged him at in terms of age. I couldn?t hold back any longer, not conversing with this man would be foolhardy.

I approached. Closing the gap of space and area, though with a gradual pace from thirty meters to a mere fifteen, I halted. ?Young lad, I see you?re strong and fit? While I?m brittle and aged.? I uttered, stating the obvious with a complimenting tone of exhaustion and ripeness. Clearing my throat, a right hand accommodating my intentional cough. ?Do y?you think you could help an old man? Maybe give me a ride to my home on your rather? elegant pet?? Inquiry augmented by the frail extension of my index finger outwards, I directly my sights upon the massive beast in which he currently hovered on.

[Hermit]

I owed a great many of depts to my faux shadow, as it looked out for my in my time of need, times like now, when thinking exponentially became addictive. I couldn't help myself, and nor had I tried to. Question after question, I asked myself, even going so far summon a clone just to converse with my self to look 'less awkward', not that it truly changed anything in the end. I hardly even batted an eye towards his initially approach, but the second time, he caught my attention, ripping me from my own self constructed world.

I looked towards the man as sanded passed harmlessly over my seemingly exhausted countenance, whipping away a few stray bangs that were often kept pushed back to the side of my head. Pitch dark bags lingered beneath my eyes, hinting away that I'd been sleep deprived for quite some time, but this was normal to us, 'us' being those who are addicted to exercising their mind in any way possible. Lightly nibble upon the nails of my thumb, I spoke once more, acknowledging the aged man before me and giving him enough respect to the point where I spoke casually.

"Help you? I don't see anything wrong with that at all."

I sat at the front of the bird, closest to its neck, crouched with my legs folded inwardly and my duplicate towering above me; at my command its hand mouth sought rend the clay's flesh once more, chewing ferociously. Finishing its second meal of the day, and with a quick toss to the back, another getaway bird with more than enough room for the man to comfortably sit.

"I respect my elders sir, however, just to let you know these aren't my pets, these are companions, members exclusive to my family, so please, I ask of you to treat them with respect as the will do so for you."

[Trigga]

GM

From this point onward, I couldn’t help but continue my chain of wavering smiles. This man barely knew anything of me but the simple features that were expressed through the slits and creases of my frayed attire. Yet from that simple exanimation, he came to the conclusion that I was indeed worth helping, even on such a infinitesimal scale. Either he was truly courageous, or held enough power to allow leeway when regarded his continuously sensory protection. A man who turned their backs to anyone, regardless of talent and strength were deemed ignorant. However such a fable tale wouldn’t find truth today. No, something more of a somber reparation would be warranted for his efforts.

I’d make sure of it.

As the man reached into the confines of his own garb, and from there began the process of artistry that I once admired from afar, a new creation found materialization into reality. It was beauteous, and while this artificial creature would act as my means of transportation, I couldn’t help but gawk at its appearance. Large, and seemingly blemish-free, it was an astonishing piece of three-dimensional art that my eyes had never—or at least in recent years canvassed. Walking gradually forward, my lips salivated with the lustful signatures spiraling through my digits- I wanted to touch it. “This companion of your family is quite beautiful,” I uttered—my tone obviously tarnished from the days passing and years looping that it would be hard even for the man so little away to comprehend perfectly.

And with that, and the confirmation to go, I hurried my way onto the creatures back; a difficult task in general, the progression was made easier when I realized it would be the only means of getting me home in a prompt manner. Finally, after several moments of tackling the obstruction and ultimately settling on the pretentious bird’s back, I sat up and sighed contently. Peering out into the dense sea of land, it only took me but a moment to gauge our compass location and from here I could only say “We’ll need to head East. My home is that way.” And with that, I braced myself, knowing the skies would be my thoroughfare from this point on. How Exciting.

[Hermit]

"East you say, fine by me."

The man inquired for me to take him eastbound of Kaze no kuni's expansive desert, and staying true to my word, I allowed him passage via a getaway bird. The bird itself was small in size, enough so that it was only room for just two entities, but was still nothing compared to the glorious C2 dragon that rivaled the size of even the prehistoric, extinct terrestrial reptiles known commonly as dinosaur's. Coupled with the lust to achieve my second hand mouth, the thought of achieve such a explosive piece of art just sent blissful chills through my spine.

The aged man would have been wise to hold on tight to my bird if he lacked the discipline of the shinobi, thus the ability to remain upon the bird itself with a simple pooling of chakra to the feet. Now that I had obtained a sense of direction we would move, taking off upon the birds back as its wings began to waver with furor, spray up clouds of dust as flight was achieved in seconds. I knew not if this old man was afraid of height, and if he had been, well, it was all too late now, he had no choice but to deal with it and go through with the ride. Turning my stark white companions to my perfect east, our flight began, gradually ascending 40 meters into the air, mirroring the flight process of a plane. At my command the brother to the initial bird juxtaposed itself next to its counterpart, flying together in symmetrical resonance.

Silence permeated, enveloping us both aside from the sounds of agitated wind as wings cut away at the fabrics of air. But refusing to cease my train of thought, a question came to mind.

"So, what has brought you out to this vast desert Kohai? Its mighty interesting to run into someone in the middle of this sea."

[Trigga]

GM

And there it was--the delusion of my escape finally find salvation in the real world as my body lifted ever so aggressively from the ground. Columns of spiraling gold crackling in the hurricane of wind produced from the bird?s wings as they flapped, I tightened my clasp on the creature. Knowing full well this journey would be of much obscurity, at least on my end, I prayed. A soft murmur only audible to myself under the drowning commotion of colliding pressurized air as the sallow-tinged construct of clay ascended. The break it decided to use wasn?t one that offered conformity to one who possessed bones so brittle. Nonetheless I endured.

We took off. "AHAHAHAAA!" I called out in excitement, eyes tearing as the atmosphere showed little sympathy for my all surrounding oculars. The zephyr brushing across my skin, dropping the confines of my hood from over my head, revealing my hairless scalp. True enough, this journey had proven quite revitalizing for me and I knew that in my youth, this wouldn?t have been as easily appreciated. And while we moved, faintly against the gap in space that allowed ample room for flight between the two birds, my counterpart spoke; his tone acknowledged and words processed as I now attempted to construct an apposite and concise answer.

"You see," I started my statement, only halting as I captured breath that was momentarily knocked from my chest by a strong gust that smacked against my frame. A cough ensuing which ensured my survival, though the difficulty that weighed my ability to speak. "I was searching minerals that would work fine in my remedial research." I announced, purposely giving away both my purpose and occupation. If my words didn?t go beneath deaf ears, then this man with such dull eyes should have easily understood my rationale. However would be also lock onto the validation behind my unambiguous statement?

[Hermit]

"Wait, remedial research?!

My eyes lit up with hope, widening like a little child receiving a birthday give that they seemingly waited their entire lives for. That phrase, those two simple little words, 'remedial research' reverberated within the confines of my mind, causing all trivial matters to become mere afterthought as this mans words virulently thrust itself to the forefronts of my mind. Everything, every piece of information and data that I knew about regarding remedial research and everything it entailed sifted through my mind, opening doors of thought like a lost child in a vacant house of closed doors.

Quickly my head snapped back, my hidden interest reared its head through the excitement and hope that radiated within my eyes. My attention fully latched onto his words, keenly I listened, processing his words one by one as we cut through the atmosphere, well on our way to this mans area of refuge. I hadn't fully trusted this man as of yet, however, i needed not to trust him in order to extend my hand of respect, but even so my kage bunshin continued to look out for me, I could never be too cautious.

"This 'remedial research'. . .does it happen to involve augmentative surgery, namely ones of the hand?"

My words spilled smoothly into the atmosphere as we began to sink into the horizon, my intentions seemingly hidden, but much to my surprise I was unaware that this man had already laid eyes upon my hands before now.

[Trigga]

GM

Even in a land fueled by the devil’s own breath bred on a sea of solid grain, the ambition of one’s own ravenousness expanded further then the sands ever could. A world where war and peace were not one in the same, but the opposite sides of the same coin, the viciousness that only ushered in an era of tranquility was easily summoned with the sole intentions of a single man. It took only one, and only one to completely shatter the ties of happiness and the lack of bloodshed to evaporate and allow crimson to dirty the skies once more. Today—underneath the Kaze no kuni skies would Todai’s own greed fuel what most saw as an abomination.

My eyes lit with aspiration at the sights of this man whose head turned rather speedily in regards to my statement. My suspicions were confirmed and while I couldn’t initially trust this dark-haired mystery, maybe—just maybe he could be the key to my reinstatement back into the world of medicine. Yes, that was it! While not my greatest medical achievement, this could most likely rank in the tops of my career and who knows maybe my cohort here actually had something to return in compensation; wealth, fame, recognition. Something that would truly set me on a plateau of my own without competition.

However as we flew overhead, and we continued to divulge into conversation something puzzled me. A face without a name was harder to remember in my current state of ascendance in the realm of age and as such something had to be confirmed before we continued on. “I’ve preformed more taxing procedures, yes…. However what is your name young one?” I beckoned forth, allowing my area of expertise to flourish while concurrently filling my curiosity with its own cure. If this man would ever even conceive a thought of my aid, some form of trust would need to be built; this would all start with the exchange of names.

[/justify]

[Hermit]

Having been the master navigator of my two precious airborne companions, I could not have afforded to have my attention stray away from the bigger picture within the grand scheme of things. Without me properly guiding the birds, how was I expected to get this man home? With that my gaze snapped forward, peering off into the horizon once more, basking in the golden hues that reflected off Kaze no kuni's sand while beneath the influence of the lingering sun that began to slowly rise from beneath the moons reign. Just as he had done with me, I heeded the words that poured forth from his mouth, while concurrently concocting a respectful, and trusting manner.

"My name is Todai, Kenshin, Kazekage of Sunagakure no sato. . .Also I have a request of you. You said you've done more taxing procedures, then if so, I wish for you conduct your research upon me, specifically my right hand. Sigh, I've been searching for someone with teh right tools and expertise to install my second hand mouth, not many kibaku nendo get this chance. I need it to further my own power, and the power of sunagakure as well."

My words were blunt and stern, sincere and convincing -trustworthy. I opened myself up to this man, it was the least I could have done given that he was not my only lead within the past 2 decades to have such surgical skill. With my words, I jumped headfirst into the fray, hoping that he could help me achieve what I coveted for oh so long. The biting of my nails seemed to cease as my hands trembled with excitement whilst peering down into my left watching my one and only hand mouth as it yawn adorably. Sure, others viewed it as an abomination, but nay, not I, I saw it as a gift from the gods, the very gift that allowed me respect and power thus far - but mind you, all of this was only with one hand.

A soft chuckle escaped my mouth as I silently brooded upon the possibilities that my second hand mouth could potentially bring, village invasions would prove effortless with Kibaku's most fearsome techniques. I would become the pillar to my soldiers strength, unmovable, indestructible, and lastly - incontestable.

[Trigga]

GM

FINALLY! My blood pumped amply at the talk of my surgical skill being implicated on not just a normal a man. No that wouldn’t warrant such happiness, nor the ability to actually abandon my laziness and actually work. This future patient was something more fulfilling, and on a spectrum that vastly elevated above the common population. The Kazekage of Sunagakure—he called for my aid in such a unsystematic conduct which only spoke to a verbal dry sense of humor, but an internal fascination that not even I in my aged condition could ignore. The crusted corners of my lips peaked upwards at the verbal commission.

As his fingers fidgeted in excitement, or more so anticipation knowing that an end to his perpetual hunt for power was realized on such a day, I had to act professional, or at least as best I could. Hovering over a sea of bullion, I was the only entity who emanated waves. Not of water of the former for glass, but rather emotions. I couldn’t contain it and from this point, I’d reinstate myself back into the therapeutic practice, if only for this one operation. “Lord Kazekage--- I can do this for yo—“ My words were halted as my eyes by luck peered towards the ground below.

“We’re here!”

My right arm, despite better judgment rocketed out, an extended index finger pointing towards the ocean below and if one allowed their eyes to squint and focus in, they’d notice through the blizzard of sweltering winds and sand, a hawks eye view of a small settlement rested below. “Welcome to Ashigo” I announced in a monotone, smiling beyond belief as my home for decades emerged through the ensnare of endless gold. There and only there could I exercise without interruption? And there and only there could the Kazekage attain what he longed for. Hopefully he was aware of the pain to come on his end.

[Hermit]

"Blades of harmless wind aimlessly cut away at my sleep deprived countenance as we sifted through pelting sheets of golden rain. He seemed interested in what I had to say, and truth be told, it felt good that this man respected and trusted me enough to not allow my words to fall upon deaf ears, I was grateful. Quickly he responded, beginning to cycle through an assembly line of words which sounded like he was confirming to help, however, his speech abruptly halted as he shouted with furor. My head contrive itself to my left, glancing over the aged man as his arm outstretched and finger pointed towards the land below.

"We're Here." He exclaimed, my eyes trailed his finger and down to a small town that seemingly emerged from the sands themselves as if to be some sort ancient town buried beneath Kaze no kuni's sand. I was bewildered to say the least, during my 20 or so years of living within this country, never before had I came across a town such as this, so small, so old. It was like laying eyes upon an old piece of art that was long lost from not only society but history itself.

"Ashigo is it, I've never seen this town before, judging from its structure its been here for quite some time, but despite that, I've never seen it before. Odd. Hold on Kohai!"

Primarily I spoke to my self before my birds would erupt with virulent speeds, slantingly diving towards the sands below perfectly aligning themselves to land within Ashigo's confines. Finally after a few seconds of high speed descent, the birds talons dug deep into the sanded floor, landing in a genteel manner unlike their initial take off.