Takagan's Ascension [Open]

[Moyamaru]

It had been a years time that this marked the first time Mun had been shown the complex ground and also thrown into the lifestyle that groomed Sunagakure's first line of defense and revenue; the shinobi. He was nine years old now and had undergone some quick maturity in some areas but naturally retained a child's hopes and dreams to counterbalance the type of training he frequently endured. The truth was that for a most part Mun himself did not truly fit in, he was weird and outlandish when it came to his habits particularly the one which involved him eating sand. Sometimes he was coined as a specter by some of his peers as a jeer to mock the appearance of his eyes which unlike any else were blacked out with hues of gray. Due to these factors even in a years time at the academy, Mun had failed to truly socialize with those of his age group outside of training and classes. This coined him the term of "loner" by many and it was something that he did not fight against nor try to reverse simply because he found that it allowed him to delve deeper into his own persona and abilities. Which is what brings us to his present location...

Zip...Thwack..Zip..Thwack..Zip....Thwack....

The air around the training zone was continuously being pelted and disrupted by the sounds of projectiles being sent through it. It was in quick succession as well as it seemed that after each low pitched "zip" sound the corresponding sound of "thwack" could be heard and naturally attuned to an object being struck. The fact was that if anyone had wandered into the zone they would have noticed that it was solely setup for the usage of projectile training in the fact that around the whole area were numerous targets stationed in various positions. Each target, whether standing or squatting or suspended had a smaller target zone upon it also in varied areas. Mun himself stood dead center of the zone within a circle etched into the ground that was five feet in diameter each way. Unlike most times when the child is seen, he did not wear his typical garbs which hindered much of his appearance from being seen but wore a typical mesh tank top with both arms fully bandaged down to his fingertips. The shoulder length, untamed brown hair he had was also tied up into a single ponytail at the back. He sported his usual two belt pouches which rest on either side of his hip while a backpack styled satchel covers his entire back-waistline. He also wore two weapon holsters, one on each leg although they were empty.

Thwack....Zip...Thwack...Thwack...

Mun's later movement produced a variation in the sound as instead of one throw and one strike, the sound of two strikes proceeded the throwing motion. He was warming up and he danced within the circle rotating his body in a way that he covered all his angle variations without venturing from the circle. The question one would have to ask is where was he getting all these projectiles and that question would be answered upon a visual observation. With each throwing motion that came from Mun's movements a corresponding light puff of smoke would appear. His kunai were unique solely to his use as the seals upon their handles were reactant only to his chakra and once thrown would cause another to be summoned instantly into his palms. Although the child could be seen as proficient in the usage of projectiles upon looking at many of the targets it was obvious that he was still maturing into the skill. A mark of skill was there because nearly all of the targets were multiply struck however so to many were struck in none-critical or fatal areas on the dummy targets.

Thwack...Zip...Thwack..Thwack...Thwack..Thwack..Thwack...

The amount of strikes suddenly escalated to five per throw, which was both a mixture of growing comfort and the increasing usages of shurikenjutsu. Though what made the latest strike so interesting was that unlike the others where there was a ratio of hit and miss on the target, the target that received the five strikes did so upon the crown of the skull and both shoulder's and knees. Question was, what had suddenly changed to increase his precision in that short span of a few seconds. This answer too would be given as once the child stopped moving and bent over to catch his breath. Sweat was falling along his face but as soon as he looked up his eyes would tell all...they were different suddenly.

Takagan Stage One

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[Rin Setsuko]

Finally out of the library after a solid few hours of nonstop reading and feeling quite stiff Setsuko had decided that the best way to remove the stiffness of sitting still for so many hours would be to go to the academy and blow off some steam. This would also go a long way to clear her thoughts as well as help her become a better weapon herself. Upon entering the academy a hope welled up inside her that she for once would be alone on the ground, which was a rare ordeal these days as more and more shinobi seemed to be recruited and classes were constantly held in the grounds. She had been a member of the shinobi academy for almost a year. Throughout that one year she had progressed further than she had ever hoped, although she had been a shinobi for only a year she still had a long way to go before she could do what shinobis were meant to do.

Walking down the corridor of the academy she took her time to look through the glass of some doors, peering in on the new recruits that would make up the new generation of shinobis. Reaching the end of the corridor that was leading out onto the fields she released a sigh. The sigh was part relief and part annoyance. Releif as she was finally out of the stuffy old academy corridor, annoyance because she would not be alone. Her hazel dark eyes scanned the field in search for the source to the sounds that filled it. ‘Empty, empty, empty… full’ she thought to herself as she scanned the different areas which one could stand in to throw their favoured pointy objects.

The sand would gently shift under the sole of her boot as she would step away from the short stone steps and into the sand that covered the area. Setsuko wore her normal outfit today which she did not often use when practising something in case she was to rip the fabric or stain it. A black coat with sleeves stopping at the elbow and reaching to the back of her thighs cover her torso, underneath she had a leather one-piece skin-tight suit on. Her legs were covered by what appeared for those that did not know of it to be ripped trousers. The way it was fashioned was that there were four bands of fabric that would go together at the ankle of each leg and then join together at her hips. Being sort of baggy at the same time it gave the impression of being larger than it really was. And for its purpose? To make it more difficult to locate the actual leg that was covered in leather underneath. Her garb often caused people to stare. It was not usual for a shinobi to dress that way and certainly not when she was only 13.

Walking over towards this person occupying one of the slots she watched as he threw the projectiles. His aim was good and the speed was fascinating, but there was something… off about him. Something she could not quite put her finger on causing a title to her head as she slowly moved towards him. Her eyes puzzled as she saw how his pace rapidly increased but in precision and fire rate. The last attack had caused her to stop in her tracks, it had been of a calibre that would be above what anyone in the academy or even genin could achieve but he did not seem to be of that rank. As he stood up she saw the reason; he had a bloodline ability!

‘That explain some of it I guess’ her thoughts rang as she stepped towards him, donning a smile as she approached. “That was some nice attacks, hopefully I will never be on the other side of the edge” her voice was cheerful and in some way could be described as happy. The tune of her voice along with her smile and hazel eyes would tell him and anyone else that would be looking that she was indeed nothing but a ‘normal’ girl.


(Sorry for the late post, been a busy week ^^)
[MFT]
WC: 692

 

[Michi]

Molding the minds of youth should be a calling, a pure ambition of an otherwise common individual. In her case it was a vocation: a duty to be completed and upon the day's end she would get back to her actual life. The efforts of shinobis seemed pointless to her and only a means to an end and a conclusion that she and her peers would never enjoy the benefits of. The lives of a shinobi were often violent and short. They performed tasks to assist others in their true ambition, neglecting their own. Something about that did not sit right with the woman. Shinobis have inherent value and should have goals. But here they were, under the earth, deep within the mire. Huddled masses hiding from the raging storm that decimated their former world. The Sunahoshi had abandoned them years ago, leaving them with the tribulations of this awful storm.

Her day as a sensei was complete. She had no reason to be here. This was not her duty.

She heard the ratatatat of kunais hitting their targets. It was of no interest to her, students practicing outside of class was commonplace. She was going to bother her cousin tonight, not that she was invited nor was he even expecting her. Restraining orders have but put on less intrusive people. She was in love with him, their familial ties not by blood and her heart is since her earliest memory. As for is love of her, she had no idea. He likely saw her as a sister, not as a woman. Her times with him were both painful and her greatest joy. She could not exist without him. Part of her actually hated him for that. Every moment of time with him was a good moment. But she was finding everything unsatisfactory.

Her feet led her in the direction opposite the exit. Why they took her this direction, even she did not fully understand. She made her way towards the noise. It was a student practicing with his kunai. His skill was superior to boys years older than him. Dam kids and their potential. Wasted here in this place. We are unwilling to help ourselves and we act as the willing servants to whoever grants the highest monetary reward. She sighed. A girl was there as well. was it his girlfriend? She had no idea. But young love is nice. She did not remember what it was like to be truly young, but a part of her ached for it. She stood nearby wordlessly, listening to the encounter.

OC: Kick me out if you guys want some private-something.

 

[Moyamaru]

Setsuko's approach was recognized by Mun before he had any visual contact with her appearance mainly due to the sound given off from her footsteps against the stone flooring. While usually it would be considered dangerous to interject upon a student or shinobi during projectile training, the fact that Mun at that moment in time was not in a mindset of combat did completely dimension any sort of unwarranted reaction from his muscle memory. He instead had the ability to calm himself down as well as catch his breath before turning his body to meet the source of the steps, however before this her voice filled his ears. Mun was honestly relieved to hear the voice as it calmed his mind and body in the fact that he knew that given the tone, the source of the voice itself was just as he was in some way or fashion; a youngster. "That was some nice attacks, hopefully I will never be on the other side of the edge”, her question still replaying itself in his head as he face her fully, the boy's Takagan eyes innately focusing completely upon her and nothing more.

"That would all depend on what view of the moon you are looking at when I am attacking."

His statement, although slightly cryptic, could easily be understood by even the most simple of thoughts. The notion he was implying was simply that as long as they shared the same view then they would be looking from the same side. However as easy as it was to say such things as children there were many unknown factors in the world that they simply had not reached yet. This could mean that in some fashion down the road of their lives, this girl could very well end up on the other end of his attacks not as a comrade but as a target. Whatever means behind this was simple future dreaming and it was a future that was without a doubt far off screen. Upon standing fully erect there was a quick deduction in his head, this girl was older than he was as her height easily cleared his own by close to eight inches. He would blink his eyes before the pattern upon his pupils would begin to fade momentarily only to reappear and this in itself would cause the boy to cover his face with his right palm as his chakra flow was disturbed. His eyesight at that fraction of a second had became sensitive to the light and in effect caused him to wince and it was only after a few seconds did he remove his hand again. His eyes were still in their Takagan state possibly showing that Mun's mastery over his doujutsu was far from complete something that also would raise an eye given what he was capable of doing with it even at this stage.

"Hassha-tai Mun...and you are?"

Hassha-tai was a relatively lower tier clan name within Sunagakure, low enough where it was barely registered on any of it's formal historical documents or citizen roster lists. One could say the clan was virtually extinct within the village mainly because despite being a clan it was at the same time not a clan. To carry the surname of the group was extremely rare considering most who shared blood with Mun either did not take a surname at all or used a different one. All of this was because of the history backing the group migration into Wind Country centuries ago. So to the lack of his family being interested in shinobi affairs made the appearance of the Takagan rare, being that he had only seen it once on someone other than himself, and that was his father before his timely death. Essentially Mun was learning and developing the skills which came with possessing a Doujutsu blind, with no insight or readings from his clan to entice his proper usage of his enhanced eyesight outside of a single memento left behind by his late father. A scroll that was roughly three feet across and one foot in width which rested strapped to his backside horizontally above his waist. Upon it's outside surface rested the kanji that read "Hassha-tai Shurikenjutsu", a notion that revealed what type of abilities were trademarked by his clan. Truth was that while their blood possessed the capabilities of the bloodline trait in the form of the Takagan, the clan itself was more structured around the Hiden techniques revolved around Shurikenjutsu.

His pupils also noticed the appearance of his sensei, although because she did not formally recognize herself and because she was naturally in Setsuko's blind spot of visual sight, he simply did not say anything to acknowledge that he had seen her. At least not yet...

[MFT]

 

[Rin Setsuko]

Setsuko had seen some clans before that had doujutsus but she had never seen the one the Mun had. She couldn’t recall reading about this particular doujutsu either which caused a slight stirring inside her. ‘Maybe it is a very rare doujutsu?’ she thought to herself as she made a mental note, reminding herself to check into it and learn as much as there was to read about it – knowledge was power, and the more your know about something or someone the better prepared you are when things don’t go as planned.

“It certainly would, but then again it wouldn’t be much fun if everybody agreed on everything now would it?”

She said in an almost inquisitive tone while the smile that she had adorned earlier was still present, giving the impression that she was either teasing him or see how far she would stretch the topic. Her brows arched in slight surprise as the young boy covered his eyes as he ‘turned off’ his doujutsu. ‘Light sensitivity upon deactivation… interesting! Wonder if it will still be light sensitive when he gains more control over it?’ Having noted his earlier skills with precision strikes, Setsuko understood that he could not have mastered it to its full potential but he was not a novice either.

“I am Rin Setsuko, nice to meet you.”

Her voice would have that typical innocent young girl ring to it as she gave a broader smile and titled her head slightly to one side. Many would, upon first meeting Setsuko think that she was that typical girl; nice, sweet and caring for others. It wasn’t far from the truth, with certain modifications. She was loyal to the village, deadly loyal! To the point where she would do anything to complete her mission, even if it meant doing something that would stop others dead in their tracks.

“Hassha-tai… I cannot say that I have ever heard of your clan, nor read about it, which is a shame which I will have to correct when I have the chance as it does sound and look to be a very interesting bloodline!”

She said after she had introduced herself, half speaking to Mun and half speaking to herself as she began to organize her thoughts on which places to go in order to have the best chances of discovering anything about this unknown bloodline… at least unknown to her! She was sure that somebody within the village would know about it other than the bloodlines members. Standing with her back to the entrance from the training quarters, Setsuko had not noticed the higher ranking woman that had entered the field and because she had not lets herself be known to Setsuko, she was unaware that she was in the presence of a shinobi with higher rank than herself but also that she was not the only person in the area with Mun.


[MFT]
WC: 483

OC: No worries Mun and Setsuko has never met before this thread and you are more than welcome to join

 

[Michi]

OC: Was not sure if this was gonna be some lovey-dovey thing so needed to be sure in case I needed to flee.

IC: Shiori was far from the run-of-the-mill regular shinobi. Certainly she was loyal, her family lived in Sunagakure and maintained various levels of prestige in this society. Allegiance was only logical, of course she was adopted and it was not her actual cousin who acted as the Kazekage Steward. Her ties to Sunagakure were deeper than even she fully knew. She would be forever bound to these lands, these people and this life. An ominous fate most certainly, especially considering she had never seen the sun. While something unfortunate was brewing within her soul, a hint of ambition, a trace of loneliness, a sense that something necessary was absent. She was as loyal to Sunagakure as one could be to themselves if they did not recognize them-self in a mirror. She was actually never loyal to Sunagakure the organization, that served as a name and a purpose for something without a title or want.

A soul in conflict...​

She sat herself down on the cool ground not far from where the students were. She did not say anything, not even a greeting. While not very old, only in her mid twenties, she could feel her legs groan and pop as she sat cross legged on the floor. Her actual age was something of debate, but considering her physical growth and development her actual age is likely within a few years of the guesstimate. Apparently the boy was the owner of a a bloodline, she had never heard of the clan but she was never edified in such things. Certainly her 'father' tried to teach her, but that was before her affliction was understood. She was labeled incompetent and difficult from a young age by her instructors, mentors and adoptive kin. It is a wonder she ever made it to Jounin, her repertoire of adventures is severely limited and her examinations seemed... unusual. Her peers had likened her advancement to that of the Aburabuta family in that status was bought or somehow purchased. There was that distinct possibility that her name afforded her advancement in shinobi society even if the name was something bestowed upon her without sufficient lineage.

Yet here was a kid, with a name she had never heard of with skill likely better than her own despite years of training and experience. It was almost vexing. She had no natural talent and she would have taken skill over name any time. "Should consider using poison," she called out after the young woman had finished her questioning. She was not a taijutsu user, in fact she did not own a single weapon but she did understand medicine. In fact that was a field that she was exceptional in, while her skill has always been unwitnessed. Toxins, potions, poisons, salves, and medical techniques all fall under her purview. "You may as well get what you can out of 'em" she added. She did not have any actual poison on her at the moment, but surely they had something caustic that would cause irritation, infection, addition discomfort or damage. Chilli pepper oil from their lunch perhaps? A snotty tissue even.

OC: May as well encourage your destructive tendencies.

 

[Moyamaru]

Posting in here 2morrow. My bad forgot all about this thread xD