Name: Naikiri Katsu
Age: 11
Gender: Male
General Description: Katsu is fairly short, about 4"6, with a head of messy black hair, tending to wear a grey~black clothes just as his general style, but is partial to a dark green. If one is being honest, Katsu can be described a brute, somebody who simply enjoys hurt. By no measure would Katsu be considered a “good” person, but one can rely on his earnestness. His volatile attitude and deep sense of pride leads him to view challenges as a way to prove his worth to the world and himself, that even if he’s small he’ll overcome anything no matter how large they are. As shallow as this thinking is, it motivates him. The cockier a person is, the more he’ll want to break them. Rather than ninjutsu or genjutsu, Katsu prefers taijutsu, putting his life on the line by getting up-close and personal. He's, altogether, a rather predictable individual, yet any who are thinking about greeting him should approach with caution: he has a tendency to bite anything that moves.
History: Katsu was born in a semi-large fishing village. His father was dead, but his mother was a doctor and they lived comfortably. He learned to swing a sword by swinging a fishing rod, learned to pierce flesh with a fishing spear, and how to break a nose from practice on the neighborhood kids. At first, he was dared to by his classmates to hit an older kid, and he wanted to defend his pride, but a funny thing happened: he realized he enjoyed it. Hurting others, getting hurt. Katsu began to pick fights for the sake of the fight, and his opponents got older and older until he was even beating up thirteen year olds, his preference being a long stick which he waved around like a sword. One day, however, the neighborhood kids had enough and ambushed Katsu, many broken bones ensuing... caused by Katsu. His mother, however, had to apologize to each of those kids’ parents as she patched up her son’s victims. Eventually, fed up with his behavior, Katsu’s mother sent him off to the shinobi academy in Konoha, hoping his violence could be put to use and, perhaps, tamed.
Core Ability: Opportunist
‘Ah, might’ve bitten off more than I can chew’ Katsu thought as knuckles smashed into his nose, a satisfying crack reverberating in his skull. He flew back, with his feet literally coming off the ground, and tumbled until he hit a wall. Looking up, he counted four. The ambush was smart, he guessed. Didn’t give him any time to steal the initiative and get the jump on them. They pinned him in a dead end alley, too. Nowhere to climb, just him and them. So damn smart, it was scary. He was brutish, but considered himself more intelligent than most, but this was… exciting. Taking his nose in his fingers, he corrected his face with a tight grip. Looking at his hand now, covered in blood, he just felt hungry.
“Psycho!” one of the kid screamed as Katsu licked the blood up, the taste of iron filling his mouth, failing to satiate the battle lust. One of the kids charged, pulling back a fist. Anticipating with adrenal precision, Katsu turned his face before the knuckles came close, grazing his cheekbone. A second punch came, and again he turned with it. His arms wouldn’t last punching them all, so he needed to be careful, more careful than he’d ever been before. A single mistake was defeat, as he was fighting from a disadvantage. Letting them hit him, all the while doing his best to limit the hurt on his body, Katsu observed with vigilance… until that moment.
One boy let up as they had Katsu curled up on the ground, his arms were tired, and it wasn’t only him. All of them had gradually lost the power behind their fists. In that instant, Katsu burst from his fetal position, landing his elbow at the boy’s jaw. They hit him as he found his footing, but their muscles were weak from the beating. Katsu smiled. Exhilarating. Before he viewed violence as just a chaotic fight, but this was something else. He ran out of the alley. This was not mere wildness anymore. They chased, and as they came around the corner he struck the first with a plank he’d just picked up. This was a game of wit and skill, victory on a thread as they dance around with swords. As he stood over the groaning bodies of his foes, Katsu laughed. They had every advantage, but squandered it. But Katsu was grateful, as they taught him what not to do.
