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"Some Live, Some die in the way of the samurai". . .

This quote, to Jubei, was no normal quote, nay, it was a philosophy and way of life, one that he was forcefully pushed into by the unforeseen hands that masterfully interwove and shaped the world in which humans so commonly referred to as 'reality'. However, this quote held a great many truths within its context, some lived, and some died, but in truth a deeper meaning seemingly lost for generations. People have forgotten, power was a stigma in the world, the land of iron was no exception to this boundless infection. Those who had it sought more, an infinite greed that consumed them without a conscious thought - Some live. Those without it either devoted a lifetime to gaining it or loathed those with it - Some die. There was a perpetual animosity in that. Even should war be abolished conflict would always be on the horizon. Its remorseless face smeared with a sadistic grin. It corrupted even the most precious of Souls, marking it with a lifetime of strife and hardship. Morality, Logic and philosophies would always fight over what it was that could relinquish the malevolent grasp the corruption aspects had since even complete destruction had failed to quell it.

In a world where shinobi were incessantly raised into a martial law, trained to fight or kill, there would be no peace. No true rest from chaos so long as conflict was nurtured by the strong to prevent it - The samurai. The idea of absurdity could only be stopped by routing all leaders, all factions, destroying the idea that peace could be sustained through treaty and division. Jubei had a dream, a vision for a unified world where division did not exist. The peoples would be united under a supreme order or power uncontested.

Even as he silently ruminated upon his ideals and sifted through his assembly line of memory files, the world around him continued to unfold, taking course just as it should. The sun submitted itself, hiding beneath tarrying clouds that seemed forever static, but a lack of sunlight was to be expected within the country known for pervasive clouds and storms of plasmid lightning. The area, a sea of damp emerald blades with not even a single tree in sight for roughly 100meters(diameter) or so. However, within the center of such dull scenery kneeled in a traditional Japanese manner as a silhouette yonder covered on a thick layering of robust armour. His Empath[katana] resting genteelly at his right hip, he peered directly forward, quoting a poem often read to him as a child.

‎"fly over. . .the blue yonder where, the sky meets the sea, and eye meets no eye, and boy meets world, and became a man to serve the world."

• Kyuushen (Weapon Sharpness)

• Shunpo-Tweh (Light Step Retreat)

• Endurance⁵⁰
  Rank: C
  Type: Passive / Nintaijutsu / Kinjutsu
  Range: Self
  Special: Represents defensive endurance boost received from Kaimon. Once activated, the user shall have a defense to 'C' ranked Taijutsu damage stacked on at all times, equal to the amount of times retrained

Name: Kagetoki, Jubei
Alias: Toki, Ju
Alignment: Lawlful neutral
Home: Konohagakure
Birth Land: Tetsu no kuni
Classification: Samurai
Expertise: [ Taijutsu.] + [ Ninjutsu.]
Difficulty-Setting: Advanced/Hard
Clan: Samurai
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I.Physical Diagnostic

Age: 19
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 189 lbs.
Gender: Male
Skin: Light tan
Eye Colour: Topaz
Hair Colour: Dark Blue

Ju is far from an imposing figure, rising above a six feet. His eyes are a piercing gold with radiating rays, hinting at the power lying within his human form. His hair is kept relatively at a medium length when compared to the many long haired Samurai that have existed through the ages within tetsu no kuni. His hair is the best pitch of Dark blue acting to cloak over his scalp, hiding the skin beneath from any sort of view. His torso, refined and toned, showing the signs of a warrior by nature. His abdominal muscles have been torn, healed, ripped, only to have reshaped into the iconic and most envied "six pack" that so many humans spend years trying to achieve, the muscles themselves as solid as the thickest snow within Tetsu.

Arms, the most used ligaments of a warrior's and Samurai's body, and a pair that are far from neglected by Jubei, biceps, triceps, forearms, even his hands seem sewn into a sinewy mass of iron. Traveling to that of his face reveals a strong jawline set well into place, the features seemingly perfect, if not for the iron piercings that rest upon the boys ears. At the forefronts of the boys head lies his red bandana with the 'No.1' Kanji sign engraved upon its epicenter.

The mans body-all except for his face- has been riddled with scars, in truth why wouldn't it, he been trained in the most rigorous of ways. Tough non lethal cuts that opponents have drawn blood from countless areas of his body, allowing Ju to adapt to pain in exchange for a 'perfect' appealing frame.


II.Mental Diagnostic

The Belief

Ju has been one to believe in peace and equality, and with it all notions, desires, and even thoughts of discrimination have been purged from his mind. Both men and woman of any gauge or caste be them from the slums or any other place. he has obtained an equal level of respect for all just as his parents did. Though his tier of knowledge and mental capacity by far is unable to even compare to those who are much older than he; he still understands and comprehends the meaning to his parents view, that much he could agree upon. Though there has been one thing that they have incessantly disagreed upon, the very methods in which were most effective to achieve this 'peace'. Ju's parents, known by many among the Samurai tried to achieve such goals using the kindness of ones own heart and forgiving those who have wronged. Such were his views, yet these views only presented themselves as 'utterly foolish' to Jubei despite never allowing his them to know such things.

Jubei's perspective of peace can only be obtained through a limited quantity of options, all which include the shedding of blood in some shape or form. Forgiveness, a trait his mother held dearly to was something he instantly cast aside as the fate of peace (for samurai) had been bestowed upon Ju and his generation of samurai. Throughout the years Kagetoki has discovered something about both himself and the world, it doesn't change unless something forces it to, be it physically or sub-consciously. A leaf does not move on its own whim, yet, the wind, a greater force, causes it to move. As he thought about it, he became stronger, why, because he forced himself to. He allowed himself to push his bodily limits because he forced his body to do so. Nothing changes without influence or something superior that stands towering over it. With blood, with lives of all who have done wrong, the world will change in Ju's eyes.

Samurai Code of Honor

Unlike most other samurai in this dark era, Ju possesses a code of honor, one he lives by in regards to life and combat. While the sense of honor is one nearly lost to all, Jubei lives strong in his own, refusing to yield to the ideals or measures of others should their methods interfere with his own measure of honor. He will never combat a woman, regardless of the offense she made against him. While he does not fear combat, if it is necessary, he would respect the foe before him and never demean the enemy, even in death, he would honor their prowess and will to fight by either returning the corpse to his foe's allies or bury the body himself. Ju is a rarity indeed, one who would forever hold to their Samurai code that would keep them human and sane.

Mechanics of Self

When alone, Kagetoki is generally thinking of limited things, at least until his goal is completed. When alone in mental states of relaxation Kagetoki tends to place his mentors sword horizontally in front of him and begins to speak, as though his mentor was right there before him. He does this only when alone and becomes exceedingly angered if his time is interrupted. He uses this in order to keep some form of connection with him, since he feels there is even a realm of existence that even transcends this existence.

Also when alone or around others he feels comfortable with, he will show emotion with little caution, only if he can trust said people. He has never second guessed his wishes nor his methods of attaining peace, though inferior to his mentor he feels as though his methods effectiveness has far transcended him. His home within the land of Iron ronin he is widely known, especially for his crimes.

The pain of Battle

His powers and capabilities know no limits. No matter the enemy, he uses the exact level of power that is needed to dispatch of his opponents once their limits, abilities, and fighting prowess has come to bear. His intellect and keen sense of strategies and tactics are his trump cards when facing stronger opponents who are able to easily over power or rival the raw power of his Samurai prowess. Moments where his opponents clearly are unable to fight are the moments where he feels the fight has reached its conclusion, those who let pride consume them and grow persistent in their attacks he by all means has no qualms in depriving a being of its existence. Despite this even then he has no qualms with striking down a defenseless vessel if deemed necessary, though such an act is rarely seen by Ju.

Ageold Rage

Jubei does in fact harbor a very deep seated rage for those who speak of his samurai brethren in ill manners in any shape or form despite severing all ties from them. Seeing the Iron samurai as family just as his own biological, he has grown emotionally to them, despite him trying to 'hide' his emotions from others. Just the simple breath that speaks their name has the ability to bring forth a powerful reaction upon the old mans visage. Kagetoki has tendencies to become consumed by this anger, going so far as to blatantly kill or even harm those who he usually refrains from.

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IV.Storyline

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"Where am I? Odd question to ask myself seeing as I know where I am, but is that what I initially mean, I can't tell. I can't think straight, odd, never before has this happened, its of course the effects of the drugs injected into me. Its a powerful drug.

My mind remained, barely, while my nerves concurrently slipped into a state of insensibility and callosity, unresponsive and absent from the material world. Having attempted to keep up the the passing time among other things whilst being heavily sedated was no easy task, in truth, I'd given up after some time as it had grown to be difficult to keep up with anything, even my seemingly unending assembly line of thoughts came halt. Surprising.

"How long as it been now? Months? years? I can't even begin to tell anymore. I feel so tired, so weak. I wonder how Sunagakure is doing, I wouldn't be surprised if It was known that I'd been gone, I'm not sure, it was till dawn when I came here, or at least I believe it was.

With a scrambled brain my innate ability to think past the average human limitations was uncannily reduced, diminishing my cognitive process to form thoughts, but broken ones that found no end, no compromise. Thankfully it had only been temporary, but that temporary period was only the calm before the storm. After a few moments my numb, limp body began to regain its control, rebooting its neural senses with pain as its medium. It was dizzy initially but all that subsided and became an after thought as my pupils sprang to life, and my left hand reached to grasp my right forearm as plethora's of pain rushed onto my hand.

Brimming with pain, my upper body abruptly shot forward, sitting at an angle of 90 degrees. It was undoubtedly hard to concentrate with so much pain coursing through my right arm, however, I managed to draw forth from my wellspring of chakra and expend it into my right hand, acting as a surrogate pain suppressor. From there it was more bearable as its mouth opened and closed, its tongue licking the edges of its 'lips', relishing in my intangible energies.

"I see the deed is done, and successful at that. You're medical skills are nothing short of amazing Kohai. I am forever in your debt, if you ever have any problem, contact my quickly and I will extend a helpful hand without question."

Having bade my farewell I took my leave, exiting the establishment and mounting my getaway bird before heading back home with new power, and a new influence to shape sungakure's future.

My body, angst and excited, thrust itself on to the surgical table, aching to receive this surgery that could possibly shape and mold the future into something marvelous beyond human belief, something that would even demand the attention of the gods above. As my head lead back upon a surprisingly small cushion, my eyes unwillingly peer upwardly, latching on to ceiling as my eyes flit about, zipping to and fro as I first heard the mans steps, then running water from a faucet, and so the annoyingly scratchy sound of latex. My hearts gait incremented exponentially, beating faster than it ever had before, I was nervous yet concurrently excited, these coalesce of feelings and emotions was biting away at my soul. I wanted this surgery to end already so both my mind and body could be put to ease, so with that, I offered my left hand.

"You have no Idea how nervous and excited I am. The last time I felt like this was the ti- t-ime I d-"

Though I remained conscious, my body grew limp and tired, unable to physical respond to anything but the brooks of thought that incessantly flowed through my mind. I knew that I myself wouldn't feel a thing, but being human, it would undoubtedly attempt to mimic the tiers of pain that would be absent from the senses thanks to anesthetics.

"You are truly an interesting man with a knowledgeable mind, since my youngest of ages I always aspired to strengthen my mind in all ways humanly possible. Your inspiring words will without a doubt be cherished."

Subconsciously I trailed behind this man who spoke to me as he he'd known who I was my entire life, even having went so far as to have faith in my campaign as Kazekage of Sunakagure. His words hung just below the ceiling of my mind, mixing and jumping around like spacemen in spacecrafts, I drowned myself into thought, unknowingly mumbling to myself.

"Peace, can I attain peace, I'm peaceful aren't I? I can never tell myself. Is protecting violence? am I keeping peace by destroying what does harm to me? But then that only adds to the chain of hatred in which i must break, my logic seems flaw, I need to think deeper, adjust my thoughts accordin-"

My mumurs and incessant, haphazard thoughts discontinued as the man afront spoke once more, bestowing words upon me regarding my eminent surgical procedure. The process itself sounded painful, but hopefully as he claimed, I wouldn't be able to feel a thing from being put into a state of insensibility. Keen ears picked up each word despite the assortment of voices that hung above us like melting clouds, I was nervous truth be told, but it was a risk that I had to take none the less. My mind tried to wrapped itself by the impending pain by trying to mentally feel it within my right, but I myself knew that the pain is nothing that could have been mirrored by a mere cognitive sensation.

"I won't hide the truth, I'm quite nervouce, however, I accept this, I must go through with it not for myself but for my nation instead. I cannot be helped."