Rebirth/Reactivation

Can someone pm me my stuff so I can start the RB process.

Profile, Last Training, and Dojo post sent.

Old Character Name: Momo
Old Village/Missing: Cloud
OCR Type: Rebirth from inactivity
Last Known Where-abouts: Cloud
Old IC Rank: Chunin

New Character Name: Orochi Murasaki
Preferred Username: Orochi Murasaki
New Village/Missing: Cloud
New BL/CA: Kaguya - Kōkotsu Mahōtsukai
New Kinjutsu: Human Puppet
Custom Class: Click Here to create your new Custom Class.

Custom Class said:

The Great Serpent
HP: (42+lvl) x stamina
CP: (43+lvl) x chakra control
Class Bonus: +1 acc, Kinjutsu
High: Range Acc
Average: Evasion, Save
Low: Nin, Melee, Gen DC

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Main Branch/ANBU/Med-Nin: Anbu
IC Rank: Anbu Captain

Character Age: 88
Gender: Human Puppet
Sex: Female
Character's Physical Description:
At first glance, she appears statuesque and serene—an illusion carefully maintained by masterful modification. Her form is tall and powerfully built. Bronze skin betrays subtle reinforcement beneath the surface, joints engineered rather than grown.

Her hair is sun-bleached gold, worn long and partially tied back, strands falling freely framing her face. The color is natural, though unnervingly uniform—untouched by age. Her eyes are a cold aquamarine, sharp and predatory, glowing faintly when chakra circulates through her internal framework.

A high-collared white coat rests over her shoulders, worn open, revealing a reinforced torso marked by seam-like sutures—not crude, but deliberate, almost ceremonial. These are not wounds but signatures of her craft. Beneath the coat, her body is sculpted and powerful, reminiscent of a warrior who never abandoned physical dominance, even after replacing flesh with mechanism.

Her lower face is often concealed by a mask or reinforced plating when in combat—an interchangeable module that can seal, vent chakra, or reveal serrated internal weaponry. When removed, her expression is calm, almost gentle, though devoid of warmth.


Character's Mental Description:
Coldly composed, disciplined, and philosophical. She has outlived rivals, students, enemies, and entire ideologies. As a result, she speaks rarely—but when she does, her words carry the weight of experience sharpened by cruelty. She does not hate easily. She does not forgive at all. Despite her detachment, she possesses a strange sense of honor rooted in the old Orochi creed: strength is truth, survival is victory. Weakness does not offend her—it simply disqualifies. She views death not as an ending, but as waste.

Character History:
Before she was a Murasaki, she was Asumi Wakasato —a name that evoked the soft purple of a Kumo dawn. Born to a family of weavers, she possessed a natural dexterity that translated seamlessly into the shinobi arts. By age twelve, she was a rising star of the Hidden Cloud, a girl who fought with the fluidity of mountain winds and treated her comrades with a warmth rare in the profession.

That warmth died in the Red Valley.

The ambush by rogue scavengers was not a battle; it was a systematic desecration. The neurotoxins used by the bandits didn't just paralyze Murasaki’s body; they heightened her nervous system, ensuring she felt the excruciating removal of her limbs and jaw. When Kumo’s recovery teams arrived, they didn't find a shinobi—they found a torso and a scream trapped behind a missing face.

While the village hospital offered palliative care, the Orochi—a shadow-dwelling cabal of master puppeteers—offered Permanence.

The Kaguya Framework​

The Orochi did not merely give her prosthetics; they possessed the Kōkotsu Mahōtsukai Kaguya framework. This vessel was a masterpiece of bio-mechanical engineering, harvested from a fallen practitioner of forbidden Kaguya arts. Murasaki was not born to the clan, but her organic core—her brain, teal-colored eyes, and spinal cord—was grafted into this legendary vessel.

The transition transformed her appearance into a striking, lethal paradox. She now possesses spiked, golden-blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail and a fierce, sun-darkened complexion. Most chilling is her lower face: in place of the jaw taken by bandits, she wears a permanent, mechanical mask featuring a row of exposed, jagged teeth. This "jaw" is an integral part of the puppet's alchemical bone structure, allowing her to speak and breathe through chakra-threaded valves.

Ghost of the Anbu​

Murasaki was immediately inducted into the Anbu, Kumo’s elite tactical squad. Her identity was scrubbed, and she became known only as "Ghost." Clad in high-collared, stark white tactical gear that contrasts with her dark skin, she is a silent specter on the battlefield.

Her signature technique, All-Killing Ash Bones, is a dark mirroring of the trauma she survived. By channeling non-elemental chakra through the Kōkotsu Mahōtsukai framework, she generates special chakra-laden bones. Upon piercing a target, these bones infect living tissue with a degenerative effect that rots the body away at an aggressive pace. Just as the bandits' neurotoxins once ate away at her life, she now commands a technique that dissolves her enemies into nothingness.

The Awakening​

For over a decade, Murasaki was "deactivated," her consciousness placed in deep stasis to prevent the puppet's cold logic from fully consuming her mind. Now, she has been awakened. She walks the streets of Kumogakure once more—a golden-haired Anbu operative who looks like a woman in her prime, but carries the rot of the Ash Bones in her very marrow. She is a reminder that in the Hidden Cloud, even the dead can be made to serve.

Clan Request: Will create Orochi Clan at a later time…

Death/Retirement Thread: Inactivity
Old Profile: Inactivity
Old Training: Inactivity
Old Dojo: Inactivity

Special Usergroups: N/A

Old Stats: Capped
Old OOC Rank: S rank
Stat Cut: N/A
New Stats: Capped

Stat Minimums said:

E rank - 20 minimum in each stat
D rank - 40 minimum in each stat
C rank - 70 minimum in each stat
B rank - 120 minimum in each stat
A rank - 210 minimum in each stat
S rank - 240 minimum in each stat

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New OOC Rank: S rank

Jutsu Mastery Swaps: seems easiest to just sell and refund everything.

Refunding
A rank
Impure World Resurrection
Graveyard Amalgamation r2
Resuscitate r2
Black Blockade r2
Flock of Shadows r2
Angelic Blessing r2
Regeneration r2
Pristine Aura r2
Dragon Flame Bomb R2
Sol Fire Tempest R2
Abysmal Harbinger R2
Flame Shield R2
Raijin's Vengeance R2
Chidori Control R2
Kirin R2
Thunderdome r2
Body Bind r2
Kinetic Blast r2
Psionic Rend r2
Redirection r2
Concussion Pulse r2
Malevolent Annihilation r2

B rank
Wind Scar r2
Shadow Servant r2
Medical Ward r2
Chakra Shields r2
Cursed Sealing
Energy Transfer r2
Infernal Hellfire R2
Firestorm R2
Spontaneous Combustion R2
Ring of Fire R2
Gigavolt Cannon R2
Chidori R2
Lightning Beast R2
Amp Field R2
Medical Assistant r2
Chakra Sense r2
Incapacitate r2
Intangible Passage r2
Searchlight r2
Physical Imprisonment Seal r2
Psi-shock r2
Force Break r2
Mind Lock r2
Reflection r2
Metamorph r2
Chrysalis r2

C rank
Tempest r2
Elemental Clone r2
Verse of Darkness r2
Active Camo r2
Snapshot r2
Barrier r2
Rock Golem r2
System Shock r2
Skeletal Fortification r2
Mystical Force
Tranquilize
Dragon Fire R2
Searing Eruption R2
Scalding Ash Cloud R2
Heat Wave R2
Zeus Flash R2
Lightning Torrent R2
Thunderstruck R2
Volt Charge R2
Anesthetic Infusion r2
System Restoration r2
Force Blast r2
Psionic Assault r2
Kinetic Infusion r2
Force Guard r2
Harmonic Vibrations r2
Sonic Destabilizer r2
Resonating Howl r2

D rank
Cancel - Mastered
Air Bullet - Mastered
Basic Clone - Mastered
Amnesia - Mastered
Combination Transformation - Mastered
Critical Exposure r2
Mask Summon r2
Crystal Eye r2
Mud Clone r2
Coagulation r2
Mystical Hand r2
Fireball R2
Immolation Armor R2
Combustive Seal R2
Thunderclap R2
Electroshock R2
Electrocution R2

E rank
Body Switch R2
Wind Slash R2
Pressure Burst R2
Tourniquet R2
Infernal Ember R2
Thermal Maw R2
Storm Bolt R2
Thunderfist R2

Buying and Mastering
(WIP)

Non-elemental
E-Rank
Transformation
Body Switch

D-Rank
Combination Transformation
Crystal Eye
Cancel
Spirit Lantern
Contract Summoning

C-Rank
Jutsu Sealing
Stunt Double
One Element Sealing
Elemental Negation
Elemental Clone
Barrier

B-Rank
Shadow Shuriken Replication
Energy Transfer
Leech Seal
Chakra Shield
Chakra Blast
Rasengan
Cursed Sealing

A-Rank
Perfected Rasengan
Five Element Seal
Morality Sealing
Nature's Guard
Stardust Nova
Gate of Enma

Anbu
D-Rank
Mask Summon
Critical Exposure

C-Rank
Snapshot
Chakra Sense
Active Camo
Mental Infiltration

B-Rank
Incapacitate
Intangible Passage
Shadow Servant
Searchlight

A-Rank
Physical Imprisonment Seal
Body Bind
Flock of Shadows
Black Blockade

Medical
D-Rank
Mystical Hand
Coagulation

C-Rank
System Shock
Skeletal Fortification
Anesthetic Infusion
System Restoration

B-Rank
Mystical Force
Medical Assistant
Tranquilize
Medical Ward

A-Rank
Resuscitate
Angelic Blessing
Regeneration
Pristine Aura

Puppet Taijutsu

E-Rank
Castling
Chakra Emissions
Guided Strike
Swift Spin

D-Rank
Searchlight
Puppet Transformation
Surprise Shift
Dagger Assault
Projectile Launcher

C-Rank
Hidden Smoke Bomb
Puppet Clone
Puppet Switch
Channel Puppet
Needle Shower
Gas Warfare
Magnet Missile

B-Rank
Terra Shift
Paradise Invite
Audio Medic
Volatile Shield
Short Circuit
Vapor Cannon
Atomic Core

A-Rank
Nihil Shield
Puppet Fusion
Kaizo Trap
Iron Maiden
Flamethrower Stream

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- If players vote yes, you get to move on to your next life.
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• Abilities = All of your Abilities are auto-untrained upon rebirth. In order to have any Abilities for your new character, you must activate them by posting in your character’s Dojo topic in your new village.
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Human Puppet Kin app

The two shinobi lingered near the edge of the street, half-hidden beneath the sagging shadow of a weather-beaten awning. Its cloth was sun-faded and frayed, stitched together so many times it barely resembled its original color. It was the kind of place no one paid attention to anymore—a liminal space between the bustling market and the quiet residential districts. That was why they stood there. Forgotten places were safest for dangerous conversations, and in a village built on secrets, silence was the only currency that held its value.

Neither of them looked directly at the woman passing by. No one with sense ever did. To look was to acknowledge, and to acknowledge was to be noticed.

Still, both felt her presence the moment she entered the street. It wasn’t the oppressive, lung-crushing chakra pressure of a Kage, nor the sharp, predatory aura of a famed jōnin that made the hair on your neck stand up. This was something subtler—more invasive. It was the sensation of standing too close to cold iron in the dead of winter, a chill that didn’t just touch the skin but seeped into the marrow. It was the sudden, prickling realization that the shadows around you were no longer empty, but were paying attention.

The village reacted before either shinobi spoke. It was a collective, instinctual flinch. A shopkeeper paused mid-transaction, his fingers tightening around a handful of brass coins until his knuckles turned white. A group of academy students, usually a riot of orange jumpsuits and shrill laughter, fell abruptly silent; their joy was strangled off as if someone had pulled a cord tight around their collective throats. Even the wind seemed to falter, the colorful clan banners overhead fluttering with less conviction as she passed beneath them.

She walked alone. She always did. There was no rhythm to her gait, no sway to her hips, no human imperfection in the way her weight shifted from heel to toe. It was a movement of terrifying efficiency.

“Isn’t that…” the first shinobi murmured, his voice barely more than a pocket of warm breath in the cooling air. He hesitated, his eyes flicking toward her retreating back and then snapping away again, his heart suddenly pounding against his ribs like a trapped bird. “…Orochi Murasaki?”

The second shinobi froze. His hand snapped out instantly, seizing the other by the sleeve with a grip honed by years of battlefield reflex. It wasn't a panicked move, but it was absolute. Controlled.

“Hey—keep your voice down,” he hissed, leaning closer until their foreheads nearly touched. “Unless you’re eager to lose the tongue that’s wagging so freely.”

“What?” the first whispered back, startled by the sudden intensity. “Why? She’s just one woman. A legend, maybe, but—”

The grip loosened but didn’t leave his arm, as though the second shinobi wasn’t convinced the danger had passed. His gaze remained fixed on the street ahead, staring at a discarded fruit crate as if it were the most interesting object in the Land of Lightning. He never turned his head. He never followed her with his eyes. Superstitions ran deep in shinobi culture, and this was one he’d learned before he could even channel chakra: Never track a ghost with your eyes, or it might decide to follow you home.

“That is Orochi Murasaki,” he said quietly, his voice dropping into a register reserved for funerals. “A stone-cold killer if I’ve ever seen one. But 'killer' is too small a word. It's like calling a landslide a 'falling rock'.”

He swallowed hard, the sound audible in the unnatural quiet of the street.

“My grandfather used to tell stories about the things she’s done. Not rumors passed through three different bars. Not campfire exaggerations meant to scare genin. These were things witnessed firsthand during the skirmishes on the western border. He said the most terrifying thing wasn't that she killed—it was that she did it without a single change in her heart rate. Even now… just saying her name is enough to give me chills.”

The first shinobi frowned, the skepticism of youth warring with the genuine fear radiating off his comrade. He couldn't help himself; he stole another quick glance. Murasaki was disappearing into the golden hour light. She moved calmly, unhurried. Her steps were measured, precise, never wasted. Her posture was relaxed—almost casual. No visible weapons. No heavy flak jacket. No sign of strain. She looked like she belonged to the cobblestones. Like she’d always belonged.

“Your grandfather?” he scoffed under his breath, trying to reclaim some sense of bravado. “She looks like she’s barely in her twenties. Maybe thirty at the stretch. Your grandfather is pushing eighty, man.”

A bitter chuckle slipped from the second shinobi, sharp and humorless as a cracked bell.

“Goes to show you how deceiving appearances can be. In our world, beauty is often just a well-maintained mask.” He licked his dry lips. “That thing walking down the street? That isn't a woman in her prime. That isn't human anymore.”

He hesitated, a shadow crossing his face. “Might never have been, not in the way you and I understand it.”

The first shinobi shifted his weight, suddenly aware of how exposed the street felt, how wide the gaps were between the buildings. “What are you talking about? She's a kunoichi of the hidden village. She has a file. She has a rank.”

“They call them human puppets,” the second said, the words coming slowly now, deliberately spaced as if he were reciting a forbidden scroll. “Shinobi who find their flesh too weak, too prone to failure. They carve out what makes them human—the organs, the blood, the messy bits that feel pain—and replace it with something stronger. Colder. Something engineered in the dark.”

His jaw tightened. “Emotionless walking weapons. No hesitation. No mercy. No fear. Just directives etched into seals where a soul used to be.”

The first shinobi felt his mouth go dry. The air seemed to have grown ten degrees colder. “And you’re just sure that’s what she is? You think she’s just… clockwork and chakra?”

“Weren’t you listening?” the second snapped quietly, then exhaled a long, shaky breath. “My grandfather met her when he was just a kid. Back then, she wasn’t like this. She wasn't a 'thing'. She was a girl named Murasaki who liked the smell of rain.”

His voice softened despite himself, a momentary lapse into empathy.

“She was kind. Gentle, even. She was the one who helped the villagers rebuild their roofs after the great monsoon storms. She took the C-rank escort missions no one else wanted because she liked talking to the merchants. She smiled like she meant it. My grandfather said her laugh used to carry across the training grounds.”

The woman disappeared around the corner, swallowed by the narrowing stone street, and only then did the second shinobi finally exhale. His shoulders lowered as if a physical weight had been lifted from his spine.

“But something happened,” he continued. “Something that took that girl and broke her so thoroughly she couldn't be mended. Whatever she is now… it’s what crawled out of that moment of destruction.”

A long pause stretched between them.

“And if she’s walking freely through the village again,” he muttered, “then that means the past isn’t done with us yet. The elders only wake her up when they need something erased.”

The first shinobi rubbed his arms, a genuine chill crawling up his spine that had nothing to do with the wind. “What happened to her? I mean—what turns someone into… that? You don't just decide to become a puppet because you're bored.”

The second shinobi hesitated. When he spoke again, his voice carried the cadence of a man repeating a forbidden prayer—one passed down with warnings to never speak it loudly.

“Her name used to be something else,” he said. “My grandfather never told me what it was. Maybe he didn't know. Maybe the Orochi made sure no one remembered. She wasn’t born into their clan. She was an outsider they adopted—or harvested.”

“The Orochi?” the first shinobi echoed. “I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve never heard of an Orochi clan in the village registers.”

“That’s the point.” A thin, knowing smile crept across the second shinobi’s face, though it didn't reach his eyes. “They don't sit in the council towers. They don't wear fancy hats or parade titles like Kage or Sennin. They don’t command armies of genin. They are the ink in the shadows of the village history books.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a sandpaper rasp.

“They pull strings. They are puppeteers, not kings. They specialize in the preservation of assets. When the village loses a 'hero,' the Orochi are the ones who go out to collect the pieces.”

He glanced down the empty street again, half-expecting the woman to still be there, watching them from the darkness of an alleyway.

“When my grandfather was a kid,” he continued, “she was already a chunin. Talented. Sharp. The youngest squad leader in her unit. She was a prodigy of the wind style. Her first mission as a lead was supposed to be routine—a simple patrol of the border valleys.”

The first shinobi swallowed. “Supposed to be.”

“They were ambushed,” the second said flatly. “Bandit shinobi from the waste. Scum wearing stolen hitai-ate, pretending to be a rival village to spark a war. They didn't want a fair fight. They used a neurotoxin no one had ever seen before—a cocktail of spider venom and forbidden alchemy. It didn't kill them.” His jaw clenched. “That was the cruelty of it. Death would have been a mercy.”

The ambient sounds of the street—the distant clatter of dishes, the barking of a dog—seemed to fade into a dull hum.

“The toxin paralyzed them instantly. Left them conscious. Aware. Feeling every nerve ending as if it were on fire, but unable to even blink. They were cannibals, those bandits. They kept the team alive while they… well, they fed on them. Piece by piece. Days passed before reinforcements arrived. By then…” He exhaled slowly, the steam of his breath vanishing. “There was nothing left to recover. No bodies. Just stains soaked into the earth and the smell of rot.”

The first shinobi felt a wave of nausea roll through his stomach. “And her? How did she survive that?”

“She lived.” A pause. “If you can call it that. She was the 'prize'. They saved her for last. They took her arms. Her legs. Her lower jaw—tongue and all. She felt every cut of the serrated knives. The toxin made sure she couldn't pass out from the shock. When the rescue team finally found her, she couldn't scream. She couldn't move. She couldn't even beg for the kunai to the heart she so desperately needed.”

Silence pressed down on them, heavy as a tombstone.

“She was a speechless, limbless ghost when it was over,” the second shinobi said. “No way to fight. No way to work. No way to survive in a world that discards the broken. A shinobi who couldn’t even hold a kunai to take her own life.”

“So… that’s when the Orochi found her?”

The second man nodded slowly.

“One of them—the patriarch, they say—offered her a second chance. A way to walk again. A way to speak without a tongue. His voice was the only thing she heard in the darkness of the hospital wing. No one knows how she consented. Hand signs? Eye movements? Or maybe she didn't need to. Maybe the rage in her eyes was consent enough. But tell me—what choice would you have made if you were a head in a jar?”

The first shinobi didn't answer. He couldn't.

“They rebuilt her,” the second continued. “Not with flesh and stitches. With chakra-threaded steel. Alchemical bone. Seal arrays older than the villages themselves. They didn't heal her—they replaced her entirely. They hollowed out the trauma and filled the void with mechanism.”

“A framework,” the first whispered, his imagination painting a horrific picture of gears turning beneath pale skin. “A vessel for a grudge.”

“A living weapon,” the second corrected. “Exactly. They gave her purpose. And more importantly, they gave her the means for revenge.”

He paused, a grim satisfaction in his voice.

“She hunted the bandits first. Every last one. She didn't use ninjutsu. She used the steel they gave her. She did it slowly. Methodically. One limb at a time, returning the favor. Then she kept going. Anyone who threatened the village. Anyone who crossed the Orochi clan. No trial. No warning. Just a silent shadow and a disappearance.”

The first shinobi shuddered, his bravado completely gone. “And she’s still doing this? After all these years? How long has it been?”

“She was,” the second replied. “Until over a decade ago. Then, she just… stopped.”

“Was? What changed?”

“She was deactivated.”

The word felt wrong, cold and clinical. It didn't belong to a person.

“Deactivated?” the first echoed.

“No one really knows what it means,” the second said. “My grandfather believed that after decades of constant activity, the human mind—or what’s left of it—starts to fray. The puppet body lasts forever, but the ghost inside gets tired. Some human puppets are forced into a deep sleep to let the chakra coils reset.”

“Years,” he added. “Maybe generations. They put her in a box in a basement somewhere, waiting for the village to need a monster again.”

“A price for immortality,” the first murmured, looking at his own trembling, fleshy hands.

“Maybe that’s why the Orochi stay hidden,” the second said. “They have all the time in the world. They don’t rush. They don’t panic.”

He glanced once more at the empty street where the woman had turned the corner. The sun had finally dipped below the horizon, leaving the village in a bruised purple twilight.

“They just wait,” he finished quietly. “And if she’s walking again, if they've sent her out into the light… then her sleep is over. And someone, somewhere, is about to be erased.”

The wind shifted, carrying the faint, acrid scent of machine oil and cold metal. Somewhere far off, in the depths of the stone labyrinth that was the village, the sound of metal whispered against stone—a sharp, rhythmic clicking that sounded hauntingly like footsteps.

Neither shinobi spoke again.

[Also, if allowed, I would like to gain the Earthborn and Ryu-Will of the King: Ryu-no-Kami Hitokugutsu Puppets with the extra word count past 1500.]

hello and welcome back! Everything looks good with the exception of the Anbu captain rank. You can have it if you can expand more on the anbu side of history and how you have gotten to the rank of Anbu Captain. Along with that, if you do still decide to want the rank of Anbu captain, there are two available leadership roles for sub branches, if not, then you'll just be an anbu captain, please make a new post with anbu and anbu captain things and please don't edit.

I also understand that you are doing a wip for refunds/mastery/swaps etc, once you're done with that, make sure to sell all the things you want refund on and make a post here to inform us please

Regarding refunds

Gaining and Mastering

All NE


All Puppet Tai


All Medical


All Anbu


Total Purchase

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Refund for all of these

(I’m assuming S cost are the same as A. I have one x1 S rank if it had a different cost please let me know to adjust)

[Anbu history in next post. Let me know what the available sub branches are please.]

Anbu-in-Training (AIT)​

When Murasaki was inducted into Kumogakure’s Anbu as an initiate, she was not considered a soldier. She was a trial outcome. The Kōkotsu Mahōtsukai Kaguya conversion had succeeded mechanically—but at a cost no report could adequately quantify. Her organic consciousness awoke inside an alchemical puppet body that no longer obeyed human constraints. She did not breathe. She did not sleep. Pain registered only as data feedback. The sudden absence of biological rhythm placed her mind into a prolonged state of cold shock, as if her thoughts were moving through frozen water.

During her AIT period, she was confined to the deep-level chambers, watched at all times by handlers, med-nin, and seal technicians. While other Anbu trainees practiced stealth formations and synchronized kills, Murasaki was forced to relearn the laws of existence itself—gravity, inertia, spatial awareness—now unbound from fatigue or muscle failure. Her golden hair and dark skin became a recurring apparition in those chambers. Trainees whispered that she never blinked. Some swore she stood motionless for hours between drills, staring at nothing, processing everything.

By the end of her AIT designation, she achieved full synchronization between her chakra and the puppet’s alchemical marrow.

Promotion to Anbu Operative:
The night she was issued her mask, it bore no animal motif. It was blank. The elders recorded her codename as “Ghost”, and from that point forward, she became Orochi Murasaki her previous name ceased to exist in any official capacity. She was deployed exclusively for missions labeled deniable, non-attributable, or historically null. Her mastery of All-Killing Ash Bones redefined assassination doctrine within the Hidden Cloud. Traditional Anbu left blood, scorch marks, severed heads—evidence to be denied or buried. Ghost left absence. Targets collapsed into dust so fine it dispersed on the wind, leaving nothing for forensic ninjutsu to reconstruct. Over a decade of uninterrupted service, she became the village’s final measure. Not the blade drawn first—but the one drawn when failure was unacceptable. One mission entered Anbu folklore despite being erased from record: a rogue clan operating beyond Lightning Country’s borders, powerful enough to threaten inter-village stability. The task force sent to eliminate them never returned—because Ghost did not require one. By dawn, the compound was a silent field of drifting ash, bone remnants decomposing into gray rot where life had once been. From that day forward, elders no longer asked if she could complete a mission. They asked how thoroughly they wished it undone.

The Path to Captaincy:
Murasaki did not rise through ambition. She rose through attrition. Decades passed. Shinobi who once trained beside her grew old, retired, or died in battle. Ghost did not change. Her body remained pristine, her consciousness preserved in nutrient suspension when inactive, her tactical mind steadily accumulating operational data across generations of warfare. She did not inspire loyalty. She inspired certainty. Junior Anbu assigned under her command felt the weight of history in her presence. She was spoken of in the same breath as their grandfathers’ war stories—an operative who had already been active before some of their clans had been founded. Reverence mixed with existential unease; to follow Ghost was to confront the reality of what Anbu truly were meant to be. Eventually, the council acknowledged the obvious. Murasaki was less an operative and more like infrastructure. She was granted captaincy of a specialized Anbu unit tasked with high-risk infiltration, rogue containment, and existential threats to Kumogakure itself. The Assassination squad. Even during her ten-year deactivation cycle—her consciousness sealed in stasis alongside her rank—the title remained hers. No successor was named. No replacement attempted. Now reawakened, Murasaki resumes command with the same cold precision she wielded nearly a century ago…

Character, history, bl, kin, and rise through Anbu ranks look good to me, +1

As for the refunds, I should have clarified. (I looked into your inventory) You need to sell all the items that you want to refund. It will get you a portion of the full price of what it was. Once you do that, then you inform us and then we'll calculate how much is leftover to give you to cover the rest of the refund.

As for the S rank jutsu from Dark Sage, yen cost is 22,500 and considered already at the mastered state so no asp refund on that part only

Glad I manually sold. Turns out that I had way more than I listed. I went ahead and sold augments too (I think 3). I don’t have my full training thread to verify but I believe that I had way more masteries after doing the sell.

All Elemental nin
All Abomination table
All Sound nin
Probably others

Is it away I can verify my training thread. It would be the most recent masteries.

Total yen to be added

+247,390 yen

asp
you don't have 1 ne stated for C rank (taking that out)
All Anbu jutsus should match all med jutsus, you're missing 1 b rank (adding that in)
lots of things overlapped from between your tables and the spoiler note but I figured it out, your math was way off

+2264 asp

just needs another councils approval and you'll be all set

Moar ANBU o:

Denied. She's too scary- just kidding.

+1 Approval from me >:3

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