Sousuke was in one of those odd moods. No. Not odd. Terrible. He was in a terrible mood. Ennui. It was the most deplorable of states. Sousuke had to combat the problem of ennui. He had to. Or else he might lose his mind. With some effort Sousuke had figured a way to combat ennui. It was to do some experiments. Sousuke wheeled out of the Kazekage tower a metal clone which he had constructed on a stretcher. Ever the mad scientist, he was going to try something out that involved technology. Metal clones were construct from the use of chakra, they were constructs of chakra and a material. In Sousuke's case he could make clones out of various elements, but in his case he preferred the metal element. In times past, he could easily convert earthen techniques to metal techniques, but that ability was no longer in his repertoire.
Sousuke worked on the metal clone. Ever the tinkerer. In order to combat his boredom, he thought it might be possible to convert a clone that was born of elemental chakra into a puppet. Clones were sentient, sort of. They could perform lower level techniques. The idea here was to attempt to push that further by changing the weaponry they had. Add a flame thrower, or two. Add the capacity to use firearm weaponry, which Sousuke was now taking the time to understand now. With various clicks and whirls, he added the flame thrower to the shoulder. The metal clone looked at his creator, and then the shoulder cannon. There was extra weight maybe too much. Sousuke's eyes narrowed as he looked at his now pinned metal clone. "Get up. It's not hard."<i></i> He told his construct. The metal clone would attempt to get up, but then it simply fell over and hit the ground. Sosuke rubbed his temple. He watched as the metallic clone fell apart. It was now just a pile of metal. Sousuke kicked the junky bits. "Try ... try ... again."<i></i> He considered reforming the clone, but figured he ought to at least try to understand the 'new-er' found weaponry being firearms. Sousuke reached for a pistol and took the weapon awkwardly. He dissembled the weapon and placed the bullets on the side. This was a tricky weapon. Some had gotten it to fire out elemental rounds, other merely used metal orbs, and sometimes others had it fire rubber.
Sousuke worked on the metal clone. Ever the tinkerer. In order to combat his boredom, he thought it might be possible to convert a clone that was born of elemental chakra into a puppet. Clones were sentient, sort of. They could perform lower level techniques. The idea here was to attempt to push that further by changing the weaponry they had. Add a flame thrower, or two. Add the capacity to use firearm weaponry, which Sousuke was now taking the time to understand now. With various clicks and whirls, he added the flame thrower to the shoulder. The metal clone looked at his creator, and then the shoulder cannon. There was extra weight maybe too much. Sousuke's eyes narrowed as he looked at his now pinned metal clone. "Get up. It's not hard."<i></i> He told his construct. The metal clone would attempt to get up, but then it simply fell over and hit the ground. Sosuke rubbed his temple. He watched as the metallic clone fell apart. It was now just a pile of metal. Sousuke kicked the junky bits. "Try ... try ... again."<i></i> He considered reforming the clone, but figured he ought to at least try to understand the 'new-er' found weaponry being firearms. Sousuke reached for a pistol and took the weapon awkwardly. He dissembled the weapon and placed the bullets on the side. This was a tricky weapon. Some had gotten it to fire out elemental rounds, other merely used metal orbs, and sometimes others had it fire rubber.