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Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Sunaku Harupia

Sunaku Harupia

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Well...he had to say, the overground of the village has changed quite a bit since he was gone. And all for the better. It was still in the process of build up, but still, it has changed for the better. He probably could have helped more int he past...though he did do his best for the effort when he was here. And he was looking forward to building the wall up further. Still, as he returned something came to his mind. He didn't realize it at first, but he didn't have an apartment up on the surface. he didn't think about it before, since it was still building up so there weren't many living quarters, to begin with... and then he has preoccupied aboard.

Still, now he was back...so he needed to think about that. Of course, his family offered him a place in the clan compound (though he was glad he managed to get out alive from his first meeting with his father after his return. He was used to him wanting to test his strenght whenever they didn't see each other for a long time...though to be honest, he couldn't quite blame him for being furious after being gone for so long...) but he still wanted to have a spot of his own. So here he was, having his first stroll in the village after a long time... looking for a place from which he would have a good view. Probably he should spend some time looking through bulletins first...but he preferred a bit of a hand's on approach whenever possible... Or well, eyes on for the time being.

Mft, Wc= 280
 
A cacophony of taps, drills and other mechanical sounds could be heard around the bend as Harupia approached what appeared to be a large open warehouse. Puppeteers were not a common sight across Sunagakure, though they were more Protestant here than other villages, and usually their workshops were as secretive and hidden as the many traps that their creations held. Unfortunately, not every aspiring puppeteer was either wealthy enough to afford a private space with all of the tools and parts required to construct their works, nor were the rest all part of large clans that helped to pool and support their expenses. This building was the equivalent of such a location for the less prosperous, and subsequently less talented individuals from Sunagakure. While there were only four individuals here so far, there were room for nearly four times as many, and they each were spaced apart fairly far, desiring some level of privacy even in such a public space.

One such poor puppeteer was Ren, who stood at a small workbench near the front of the open building, working on repairs of the bargin bin quality of puppet he had available to him. It was of the traditional style, plain old wood, simple rivets, pegs, cogs and the most bare of components one would be able to mass produce. Any puppeteer of any renown would scoff and turn up their nose at the materials and designs that the down and outs had at their disposal here, but not one would actually do much about it. With a simple rubber mallet in hand, the boy worked on correctly aligning the arm junction for a particularly large arm section which had been bent into a number of damaged angles. Ren did not get out often, nor socialize with the village, but he had been in the company of the Kage a number of times within the past year, but curiously enough, he doesn't have appeared to age a day past his late pre-teens for the past six years.
 
Hmm...he wondered if the building had any places up for sale...or rent.... His musing was slightly interrupted by the sounds of a workshop began growing louder and louder as he walked forward. Slightly away from the residential builds there seemed to be a set of warehouses, one of them being occupied it seemed. As much as curiosity apparently was deadly for feelings, harupia wasn't one to resist its call. What he did find was...well, it was a tad surprising to see such a space mostly unoccupied, except for one person. And he did seem quite busy.

The property was a section of the Shinobi profession he knew very little about. While the idea of construction you own contraption to gift along with you did seem appealing, he usually bounced back due to the sheer complexity of it on the insides. When he created something out of Sand or a different element it was relatively simple, you control the whole mass, no matter the shape. here, every movement, every little section was based on a complicated combination of cogs things and other mechanisms. And as was pointed out to him, his designs seemed to be more for show than for function. Which...well, he couldn't argue really. he liked drawing up things, figuring out how they would work if built was something he couldn't quite do well with.

The boy here seemed to know what exactly he was doing...though it seemed the available tools for him were a bit limited. He could only imagine maintaining a complicated device would be both times and resource consuming. Not wanting to simply gawk at him from behind hard spoke up "Fixing it up after a tough fight or just doing a general check-up?" offering a warm smile as he approached the puppeteer inside of the warehouse.

MFT, WC= 310
 
"Repairing damages inflicted on my last assignment." The voice was indeed that of a boy in his early teens, but its tone was smooth and flat, clear and succinct, but lacking in distinct emotion or drive. He did not turn to face the man directly, continuing to align the arm's metal joint with the mallet until it was almost perfectly straight once more. It was not perfect, far from it, but with his supplies, he could only manage to make some of his creation's parts and pieces narrow the gap between passable and excellent. Taking a moment longer to examine the discolored arm he did finally turn his head to look at the taller man. "Sunaku Harupia. I have seen you in the Kazekage tower on multiple occasions, but I have not seen you around this area before. Is there official business that brings you here?" He did not smile, nor did he frown, whatever this kid was thinking was almost impossible to decipher.
 
Hmm...the young man seemed to be a straight to business type. Something he could respect. He seemed quite focused on repairing his puppet. It did seem rather impressive... though again, he knew far too little about this craft to be able to judge. A calm stoic mind focused on a mechanical contraption... sure reminded him of someone. he was brought out of his musing a bit as the boy turned his head to him. Blinking a bit after a moment he said "You did? I must not have noticed... I'm sorry to say I do not quite recall your name" he said with a slightly awkward chuckle, before carrying on "Well, you could say that. I've yet to get myself some accommodation on the surface, so I'm on the hunt for that. And while this might not be strictly a living quarter as far as I see...I did notice you have a bit of space here. Is this warehouse used by anyone?" he asked with curiosity, looking around the insides a bit more.
 
"It is understandable that you were not aware of my presence. My significance in regards to the upper echelons of this village pale in comparison to your own. I was also..." he paused for a moment, as if searching for a word, "unconscious, for the past five years. It would be unlikely that someone of your position would have knowledge of one such as myself." He set the mallet down onto the table and stood up from his stool. He most certainly looked like a kid, or was at least as tall as a late pre-teen. "The name I had chosen was Ren. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He turned to face the man fully and offered him a rigid half-bow of respect. "This would, unfortunately, be an unsuitable location for your accommodations. This is a village owned and operated workshop for use for mechanical engineers and puppet smiths who do not have suitable supplies to tend to their craft. Individuals such as myself. There is not much activity in this building during the night hours, it would be possible for one such as yourself to sleep here. I will make my best effort to rearrange my schedule to contain louder activities to the daylight hours, should you wish to do so."
 
Haru chuckled a bit saying " I can't help but feel my important on those upper echelons has reduced itself a bit lately...though I can only blame myself for that. It's a bit calmer for me for sure". As the young boy carried on, he blinked a bit before saying "I see...I'm sorry to hear that, though IM glad to see you ok after that" ending with a slightly smile. He seemed quite healthy for someone who has been in a come for so long...he wasn't a medical expert, but that seemed a bit...bizarre. Then again, He'd seen a lot of strange things by now...

As he finished his repairs, he turned to him with a bow and introduction. Returning the gesture he said "Pleased to meet you as well Ren" before the boy started to explain what the place is...and then a few more details he wasn't expecting. He waved his hands in front of himself as he said "Nono, I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't suspecting this would be a place you can rent a room at. And I usually prefer something with a view, hehe. I was interested in the space for other reasons...but I wouldn't want to take up valuable space with my trinkets and baubles...though maybe you'd know some other vacated warehouse maybe? I wouldn't need a big one...well, at least not as big..." he mused looking around the building. A room of his own was one thing...but he also needed a spot to stash his work after all.
 
Ren appeared to ponder Haru's query on the state of warehouses in the district, albeit in a typical muted manner. "I do not believe I am familiar with such places. I have had no need to requisition myself a private space. All maintenance can be performed here in this workshop, or for brief periods in the Kage's own workshop." He turned from Harupia and began to work on his weapons once more, pulling out dozen of thin wooden tubes that opened on one end into three separate pieces. One by one he set the senbon into a tube, ten each, before he clamped the tube shit, affixed a small hairlike band around the end and stacked them aside. "Unfortunately, I am unaware of any such spacious location such as that. I admit, one would be preferable, however, my limited funds go towards the acquisition of carmot crystals whenever possible. They do not fall under the category of subsidized expenses for a shinobi of Sunagakure employ."
 
Haru nodded as the boy spoke "I see. Well, I guess if you can have a public workshop like that it's not necessary to have you own. But I'dd imagine it would be nice. Having a spot all to you own. Your own tools, placed exactly where you want them to be... with strategically positioned distractions as well" he chuckled a bit, meaning the last part as a joke... It was always good to distract yourself, least you'd lose your mind to the constant focus on one thing, be it from work or from your hobbies. While Ren here seemed like a calm and reasonable fellow, he couldn't imagine he was always fine with using public means of preparing his tools.

He had to come across issues of multiple people need to use the same tools or space...then again, maybe there weren't that many puppeteers in a village to cause an issue. Hmm...he never considered just how many puppet users were around...would Sosuke count with his contraptions? He mused as such as the young shinobi returned to tend to his creation before he spoke up again, taking him out of his mindscape. After he spoke Haru replied " Mmm...That's too bad. On both accounts. Do you use those crystals to power your puppet? To be honest, I wasn't aware they needed a source of power, to begin with..." he mused in an inquisitive tone

Mft, WC= 250
 
Ren had not seriously considered the idea of having his own private work area until now. What the man spoke of was true, he could work much more efficiently should he be able to lay out all of his tools and supplies in a large, neat and orderly manner. "Once I have the funds to requisition one, I will see into procuring a private work space. This location suits my needs adequately for the moment, but I do see the merits in what you were speaking of." He glanced over towards the workbench as Harupia continued on, splitting his attention between imagining what a space my be like as he listened. "For my puppets? No, they are for myself. I provide the chakra to my puppets, but I draw on that from the carmot array."

Ren turned back from the workbench and faced Harupia directly, he then proceeded to undo the top button of his outfit before he pulled down its collar. He pressed his finger right at the spot where his ribs would first be joining together and a small white glow suffused the surface, tracing a two inch wide circle around the tip if his finger. The skin looked to harden somewhat before a distinct circular line formed, and a disk of skin popped out, attached to a white cylinder underneath. It was an unnerving sight to anyone not expecting it as he slid out the five inch long container from his skin. With the cylinder in his hand, a perfectyly circular dark hole was left in the top of his chest that was too dark to see inside of with the workshop's lighting.

The container's surface was scrawled with faint lines that were painted with white ink, rendering them nearly invisible along its white surface. "The water carmot here is nearly drained already. I only require one to operate at minimal efficiency, but it leaves me very... fatigued." He had to pause for a moment to discern the most appropriate word for the sensation. It was not the same as he understood fully human individuals's experience of fatigue, but the comparison would have to do. He took it in both hands and twisted it at the center. With a faint hiss of decompression, he opened the case up to show a very faintly glowing blue crystal, a type any Sunanin would be at least passingly familiar with. "It should last another day or two at the least." With the two halves of the tube separated, Harupia might catch a glance at the bottom of it, the side that was opposite of the 'skin' side, bearing the character for Water.
 
Haru nodded saying "Always good to have something to build towards. I'm sure you'll get there soon. Though I can imagine that nominating you puppet might be a bit costly as well..." He mused as he watched the operations of the elaborate weapon. To his surprise, ti turned out that the crystal wasn't for it but rather for the puppeteer himself. He did know marionettes were powered by their users own chakra, he just assumed that maybe Ren came up with some supplementary power source.

What followed was...at all what he was expecting, as the boy took the crystal, and then started to strip himself down...which could have unpleasant implications already to someone looking from the side.Though he, fortunately, stopped at his collar, before he pressed his fingers into his chest...which proceed to open. Harupia's eyes widened just slightly as he took in the scene. The boy had a compartment in his chest holding what looked like a...battery of sorts? As Ren explained, one of them was nearly out of charge, which made him feel tired...

The Sand Jounin nodded as noted the water sign on the side of the tube before he said "That's good to hear...I don't mean to pry Ren but... why do you need such a device? To be honest, this is the first time I've seen anyone need to...get their chakra from an outside source like this" trying to be as delicate as possible. For all he knew, Ren was suffering from some rare disease and was part of an experimental treatment...or he could be a fledgling mad scientist using this as a way to bolster his power. By this point in his life, both options seemed as likely.

Mft, Wc= 305
 
Ren paused a moment, looking at the crystal inside the container before the clamped the two sides together and twisted it sealed. He pulled the collar down once again and slid the battery back into its hole. Once it was fully inserted, a small glow surrounded the circular area where it had came out, and just lie that the area looked smooth and whole once again. "If you are inquiring as to why this mechanism was chosen, instead of an alternative method, I cannot give a definitive answer. I will not bore you with the details, but suffice to say, this body is an artificial construct created by a deceased individual. The only remaining human component is contained in the central unit in my chest." He reached up and touched a few inches above where his solar plexus would be located.

Ren paused his explanation for a few seconds, perhaps letting the information settle in before he continued. "I do not know my name, age, or any other personally identifiable information that would lead me to discovering any of the former. As to my hypothesis as to why the external power sources are required, it is my belief that because this body does not require sustenance, it does not produce a significant amount of chakra on its own. That, combined with the likely lack of chakra molding aptitude that my full former body used to contain, it would be logical to assume that it would not have been sufficient to sustain the levels of continued control or supply that I would require." All an all, Ren did not sound particularly broken up about the circumstance. A longer pause persisted before Ren concluded with a hint of apologetic remorse, "my apologies for continuing on like this. It was not my intention to simply... ramble like that."
 
He watched the boy replaced the crystal inside of the tube before sealing it back into his body. What followed was an explanation...of sorts. He listened quite intently and remained a bit silent after the apology for Rambling. This was a rather bizarre revelation...the fact he found this out about a random Shinobi he met by chance, simply asking about the housing in the area. It was bizarre...yet at the same time, he didn't feel quite as shocked as he probably should. After all, he just met someone claiming they were an artificially built human power on crystals. And the boy was now speaking with...just who exactly? A Sand Jounin? Or was he some elemental creature who was just wearing the skin of a foolish Sand Jounin who lost his life in the middle of an unpopulated desert?

He refocused after a bit, not wanting to seem to spaced out as he said "N-no need to apologize...I tend to ramble quite a but myself sometimes. Sorry for my silence... I was not expecting to meet someone like you while hunting for a house, haha. It makes sense you would need crystals I guess...though to be honest, now I have a lot more questions about you... Though I'll understand if you don't feel like talking about you...predicament" he said, a bit unsure how to proceed. After all, it was in bad to ask someone who lost a limb... he could only imagine the same would apply in terms of the whole body.
 
"I would not expect others to understand the complexities as to exactly how this body functions. The be perfectly honest, I only understand it because I was imprinted with the knowledge. That is to say, I have known it since my first stirrings here in the village. I can rebuild parts if they are broken or damaged, and I can describe the complex interworkings of components, but the 'whys' as more difficult to understand than the 'hows'." He focused his attention onto Harupia's face, studying it for a moment before commenting, "I can tell that you are uncomfortable on this subject. Discussing it does not bother me, in fact, I do believe I have only spoken with this in detail with one other individual in the village, and she has neither the capability nor the desire to understand it." He began to button the top of his collar back up as he stepped over towards his workbench one more.

Now that Harupia had more insight into what exactly Ren, or this puppet that called itself Ren, was, he could more easily see the strangeness of its movements. They were crisp, clean, precice and smooth. No excess force was used in his steps or extra energy invested in his movements. His body, however, looked normal enough, even with the newfound knowledge. His skin, while slightly pale for Wind Country, looked textured and indistingushable from that of a real humans at a glance. His hair, and even eyes looked human, although if Harupia looked closely enough, he could tel ltehy did not have the microstutter that normal eyes would have. "If you had questions, you are free to ask. You are under the employ of the village and are of a higher rank than I. Should you wish information, I would not be in a position to deny you such, but if you are concerned about my feelings on the matter, you need not be."

With his collar buttoned back up, he continued to arrange the senbon in neat piles before placing them into their specialized pouches. "I am afraid I do not have a great deal of information to tell you however, but I will make my best effort to satisfy your curiosity. Another in my position may have regrets, worries or doubts, but I give my best effort to not indulge such things. I am as I am, and while there is a past life that was once lived, it is not mine and nor could it be from this point onward."
 
Haru blinked a bit as Ren explained thew situation while commenting on his attitude before he said "Its not that... I guess I'm more uncomfortable wit the idea of pestering you with questions about your state...though it seems you don't have much reservation to discuss it yourself... Though I don't want you yo feel obligated to say anything just because of my higher rank" he tried to reassure him s he watched him dress up. Perhaps starting a bit too much. though not that it was made apparent to him, he couldn't help but notice the slight oddities with how he moved. He looked so...normal. Hard to see any difference with his skin or anything really.

Just like him really...on the outside, no one even noticed the change that happened...no one could even see that his arm was cut off and replaced... After Ren spoke some more he asked "Soo...If I'm understanding correctly, your whole body is artificial yes? So like...you can repair it and change it at will?" he asked first, dancing around the world which might come to someone's mind... even if it seemed awfully fitting to call his body puppet like. After that, he carried on with a different question "Do you...remember that? The time before you became what you are now? Why did you go through the change in the first place? Were your life in danger? Was it forced upon you?" Again, he didn't care much about the mechanical intricacies, that would be something RSouske would probably show interest in...he was more interested in how this came to be in the first place.
 
Ren continued to work, listening to Harupia as he did so and replying in kind, not missing a beat with the regular pattern he had formed of containing the senbon in their launchers. Given the small hull of the senbon he was working with, he could have been standing there talking most of the day and likely would not finish. "That is correct. I had not considered it, given that I have not seen the need to do so, but in theory it would be possible to entirely switch chassis for a different one. This is the only one of this design I currently have, however, and creating another wil similar specifications would be particularity expensive to do."

Pouch by pouch he continued, until Harupia spoke of his memory of the time before this existence. The pause lasted only a second, but given his regular pace, it certainly was noticeable. "Random chance perhaps, I do not know the details, but I was simply one of many rats caught for the experimentation of a scientist with questionable morals. To my knowledge, I am the only surviving unit or test subject, but I cannot be sure of that. Naoki, the one who infiltrated his research laboratory, indicated that he had been slain in the confrontation, and that there we no other surviving subjects." Another quick pause, "as for my memories, there are none. My memory of the facility is extremely limited, and I believe that the subject's memories were cleansed in order to eliminate potential variables from the project. So, to answer the implication of your question, no. This is not an existence that I have chosen for myself. it was thrust upon me, but that is irrelevant. This is the life that I have now, and whomever I was before is, for all intents and purposes, dead along with the rest of the captive subjects."
 
As he listened to Ren speak, he started to notice the...regularity of the boys moments, as he filled up the season lunchers, getting more out of the pouch, carefully sliding them in, again and again. Nothing one would notice if they weren't told before hand...heck, maybe something hard to notice even if you were told about it. It almost seemed too absurd to believe...yet his keen eye could see it. A certin...mechanicl precision to the movements. And yet he looked like any other man or women from the street... What also startled him was how casually h e approached the whole topic. How the perspective of a new body just being a matter of funds for him didn't seem to matter much. He wondered, would he feel any different if his body was shaped like something else? more like the puppet, he was preparing? Or maybe a less humanoid shape?

The conversation moved to the topic of how exactly this all came to be. A brief summary of the situation he was sure, but the implications were enough to make it sound quite harrowing. With a sigh, he said "I see...do you remember at least where you came from? Were these...experiments were done by someone here int he village or Outside of it? I can't say I recognize the name of the man who put a stop to it...Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from him..." he said bitterly, more to himself than to Ren. There was a man, who he didn't know, trying to rid the world of such filth...and what was he doing?

Gone from his village for several months...and now, even though he was aware of a looming threat, he was spending time trying to find a new apartment...He could be going through the Palais, dragging each and every pathetic lowlife from their little holes and burying them deep under then sand...burying their entire base of operations...the entire Pal.... He shook his head. Those voices...the same he felt and heard back then...still lingering. he looked at his left arm as he asked "How does it feel, to have a body like yours? Does it...fell at all? do you notice a difference between having an arm in its place and...not?" watching his own left arm as he moved the fingers around...it felt real to him...or so he thought...

Mft, Wc= 414
 
"Most of my body is, just the core elements still remain." He replied rather quickly, not breaking stride. "I suppose it is up for debate as to if I am human or not. I would believe so, however, perhaps that is simply because it is easier for me to accept my current state if I continue to do so." In what should have taken nearly an hour, Ren had finished sealing the last few containers of senbon by virtue of speed and efficiency, and as he set the last one aside, he turned to fully face Harupia once more. "This was not my choice. That is to say, I do not believe it was. I have no memories of the events prior, and all of the records, of which there are very few, indicate that the subjects were unwilling captives and subjects. I would presume, albeit it is purely speculation, that the me that was before the process would have been against the modifications." He looked down to his hand, clenching it into a fist before opening it up once again, as if he were amused by something.

"Given that I have no previous ties that I am aware of, I do not hold ill will towards the individual responsible. We make do with the tools provided to us. Lamenting that which I cannot regain would be a waste of time and resources, and so I have decided to move on and accept it." He paused, "I feel as though I have mentioned this before, but that is of no consequence. I am myself, individual and unique. I doubt many will accept me, and even fewer will accept that I am similar to them, even though we both have minds and hearts. Now, if you would permit, I would have questions for you as well, although you are certainly welcome to pose more of your own quiries if you have more, or conjure more during the length of our discussion." He glanced outwards towards the street, a fair number of villagers strolling by the workshop, but none paying any attention to its interior. "Why are you a shinobi? You appear to be of moral character and clear mind. Why would one such as yourself devote your existence to assassination, torture, kidnapping, theft, espionage, among other jobs. For myself, it appears to be the task I am most suited for at this point, given my design was to mimic that of shinobi; you, however, have choice in this, even if you were born in the village. Not every member of the community is a killer. Why are you?"
 
Harupia nodded saying "I see...would that be your brain and vital organs? And it isn't much of a debate in my eyes. You were born a human and got caught in the clutches of a maniac who decided to use innocent lives for his own gain. Even if your body changed drastically it doesn't change who you were and who you are..." He paused a bit before sighing "That is admirable to have no ill will towards te man... I don't mean to be angry for you, but such people just have a way of aggravating me" Searching for power was one thing...a thing he could understand oh so painfully well...but using the lives of others to achieve this goal was sickening in his mind.

It seemed Ren did not have any crisis of identity in spite o all this. He was quite wise for his age...or at least, for the age, his body shown. Wise, but also lacking fate in his fellow man recognizing him as one of his own. he wonders just how old the mind within this body was. Though, there was the fact he lacked memories of the time before...such a curious case. It seemed to be Ren's turn to ask the questions...and he seemed to be doing straight for the jugular. Harupia looked at him, also glancing at the crowds beyond them saying "Well..that is a good question. Part of the reason is, as cliche as it may sound, is the people...Well, not just these. my family, friends...but also all the people on the streets. Those selling at the markets, enjoying their lives...while we Shinobi defend the village to make sure everything is going well."

he then looked back at ren "You are a straight forward fellow..but you are true. Shinobi do dabble in the dark seedy part of life. Even if I did my best to choose another form of work, escort mission, guard duty for importing documents or people, defining a spot and trade routes...I did indeed dabble in things usually relegated to the ANBU. And even in those peaceful missions, I needed to hurt, main, kill others...and see my teammates and friends get injured and killed..."

He let out a sigh, using his sand manipulation to raise some sand int he air, fiddle with it absentmindedly "That's how my mother got me to focus on studying Ninjutsu in the first place. While my father was more in the school of hard knocks and discipline, she showed my our power could be used for something else than fighting...something much more. And so I learned...I became an artist using the and other elements...I found beauty in the fighting styles, and in the things, I could do...perhaps I fell to complacent" he mused as the end dropped and he looked into his hands "The djinn attacking...the Cabal...those events made me rethink a lot of things. Your question being on of them. I want to protect my friends and family, but also those who are too weak to do it himslef...and during the Cabal, I learned I was too weak to defend them. SO I ran format the village,e in search of a way to gain more strength. And to do that, I need to come to terms with a different reason... a far less altruistic one"

As he spoke, something...started happening with his body. It seemed as if he started to shimmer, sand swirling around hi frame...yet not coming from the ground...especially his right arm seemed to be beyond his control as he spoke "It something I never quite admitted to myself...but I enjoyed the attention. Being a rising star in the academy. The hero tot he Suaku clan. The friend of the package. The famous artist and Shinobi. The one who saved the hospital and other buildings from the Cabal... I kept saying these things didn't matter, they were just a side effect...adn I still don't really feel keen on being a political figurehead anytime soon. But during my journey, I had to accept something...my vanity. As much as I did all this for others...I had to accept the fact I was doing it for myself... to gain the attention of others...and only then I found IT..."

Haru by this point was panting...only just noticing how his voice changed, as if distroed by something...calming himself slightly "Ehh...Sorry...as you may imagine...this is a bit of a sore spot for me...didn't mean to have you watch me ramb...ohh" he looked to his side, seeing that something was missing. His left arm...now a stump. With a bit of a sigh, he said "And to be honest again...I had a bit of selfish desire when I asked how does it feel...living in a b body which wasn't yours" he spoke as he focused his energies while turning tot he side, covering himself to make sure no one would notice. Ren would see sand swirling from the ground, itself and attain self seemingly to Harupia's body...a she turned back, his hand was in its place...looking just as any other would.
 
Watching and listening silently, Ren studied Harupia's mannerisms and movements as he spoke. He was no master of human body language, but he could tell this subject was one of great difficulty and of great significance to the much older and taller shinobi. After a while, something very strange began to occur in the other man. His arm began to act awkwardly, as if it was moving with its own independence, distinct from the language the rest of his body was speaking. His attention focused on it, while still listening to Harupia monologue, with increasing fervor. Bits and pieces of it began to fall, first a nail, then a finger, his hand and eventually the entire arm sloughed off, collapsing onto the ground in a heap of sand. This was indeed most curious. Perhaps this was not even the Harupia he had heard of, an impostor perhaps, but he was not attacking, nor did he seem specifically interested in somehow hiding what had just happened, even as the arm reformed onto his stump.

"Very curious. There are a number of subject I wish to broach. Firstly, however, I wish to know, are you the Harupia of this village? You spoke of bodies not your own. Are you somehow confiscating the shinobi's body, or has the shinobi Harupia confiscated one himself?" Those were the two most likely possibilities. He knew relatively little about Harupia, but that he was made of sentient sand was surely not one of them. There was a third possibility, that this one was simply a clone that Harupia controlled that itself was comprised of sand, but given the circumstances, that one was unlikely. "Before you answer, I do not care which. The fact that you are not currently aggressive or otherwise hostile is enough for me at present, and it does bring my to a question that I have been pondering as of late. What is the value of a human life? Some would say it is a meaningless question, and that lives have only the value they are prescribed, for how could all lived be weighed equally if the death of a forgotten peasant orphan was weighed against the leader of a prosperous country or the lives of a key negotiator."
 
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