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Basic Information
Name: Gyouketsu
Nickname: The lying one!
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Clan: Haku's Clan
Looks
Gyouketsu’s skin is slightly paler than the average man. Some would say it’s because of his blood limit while others say he just can’t naturally tan. However his figure is toned and has produced muscle that is built but lean. The ideal build for an average shinobi, or a shinobi such as him. His height is around the average height or maybe slightly smaller than the average. Standing at five feet ten inches Gyouketsu is quite pleased with his gifted height. Being to tall would promote unexpected eyes but being two short would make navigating rather difficult. His hair is clear ebony black color that use to be quite long but in time, Gyouketsu found the need to cut it shorter. As for his eyes, they’re a deep black as well. Like looking into a gapping black hole that just continues going for miles upon miles. Gyouketsu’s attire shows the mark of a true shinobi. The attire where looking makes one believes he’s truly strong. Wearing black tape around his upper forearm area but also making sure that each separate finger is free from such confinement. Up near Gyouketsu’s neck is a red bandana of sorts. Most times this bandana is wrapped around his mouth area, often blocking his mouth from the view of others. This very bandana bares the amegakure emblem. The emblem is around the shinobi’s mouth area but it’s rather hard to see from a distance. Only those that are close to him should be able to easily make it out.
For Gyouketsu’s attire on what’s around his body. The Kaishin has a modern shinobi robe that conceals objects hidden from normal eyes. Being a well produced weapon specialist and using whatever weapon possible to become the victor of the battle, Gyouketsu uses the robe type attire to his advantage. Of course this robe is in dark ebony black. Which conceals his figure when out at night for whatever reason. The lower attire present some dark basic ebony shinobi pants. They travel down his leg quite far and what his pants don’t cover his high dark socks will. The socks are also an ebony black and for the shoes. Gyouketsu wears the modern shinobi shoes but they are however red in color.
(Just Look at the Picture Above.)
Personality:
•Simplistic - Gyouketsu doesn't live a very hard life, he comes home, does what he needs to do, then goes to bed. He doesn't need a whole lot to worry about, except for going outside and getting soaked. Apart from the troubles about the environment, everything is mostly simple for him. Which he likes.
•Calm - There isn't one time that Gyouketsu would ever blow his cool and go out of his way to make himself look like an idiot. Though sometimes he can get angry when there are certain circumstances. Just over something petty, Gyouketsu wouldn't get angry. He's mostly monotone, to show his boredom with some conversations.
•Charismatic - Talking to people isn't truly what he likes to do preferably, but mostly just a skill. He can talk people into doing what he would benefit from, and if he didn't get what he would want then he would fall upon bribery.
•Logical - Relying on common sense, Gyouketsu i would use his thought to make sure he would win/benefit from the situation. Anything that he could lie his eyes on, became a resource for him. If he could use it later as a weapon against someone, he would.
•Liar - Whatever he could lie about, he would lie about it. If someone were to ask him if he did the dishes. he would lie about it. No matter what it is, if he was asked a question, he would lie. People began to catch on and believe the converse of his reaction. It also leaves a horrible first impression for neighbors and friends.
•Respectful - To the people around him, and his neighbors, he's respectful to and asks them to make themselves at home. To those with authority, he give's no care in the world for. In fact, if he would become someone with authority, he probably wouldn't care for his co-workers.
•Calm - There isn't one time that Gyouketsu would ever blow his cool and go out of his way to make himself look like an idiot. Though sometimes he can get angry when there are certain circumstances. Just over something petty, Gyouketsu wouldn't get angry. He's mostly monotone, to show his boredom with some conversations.
•Charismatic - Talking to people isn't truly what he likes to do preferably, but mostly just a skill. He can talk people into doing what he would benefit from, and if he didn't get what he would want then he would fall upon bribery.
•Logical - Relying on common sense, Gyouketsu i would use his thought to make sure he would win/benefit from the situation. Anything that he could lie his eyes on, became a resource for him. If he could use it later as a weapon against someone, he would.
•Liar - Whatever he could lie about, he would lie about it. If someone were to ask him if he did the dishes. he would lie about it. No matter what it is, if he was asked a question, he would lie. People began to catch on and believe the converse of his reaction. It also leaves a horrible first impression for neighbors and friends.
•Respectful - To the people around him, and his neighbors, he's respectful to and asks them to make themselves at home. To those with authority, he give's no care in the world for. In fact, if he would become someone with authority, he probably wouldn't care for his co-workers.
Village Info.
[Village of Birth:Amegakure
Village of Alliance:
Rank//Chakra Info.
Ninja Rank:Sannin
Specialty:Kenjutsu, Elemental Combination, Ice Release, Fire&Lightning Release, Taijutsu, Kaito's taijutsu
Elements:Earth,Water,Wind,Fire,Lightning, Ice (Need Training), Rain ( Need Training), Liquid Nitrogen
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Background Info.
History:
An excerpt from his diary:
This Journal thing seems rather odd, however it seems as though I’ve grown this slight addiction to writing upon this small journal about my actual life. The stories I’ve come across, and possibly will come across in the future. So, in a sense, this small little leather back book is the story of my life. Listen well, as the future warrior too lead the world into peace will have quite the adventure to tell.
My entire life all started when I was around five years of age. I was a boy, hadn’t known the difference between right and wrong or how one could be perceived in this grand world. My very figure, very pale, away from the world type figure grew up on the bridging outskirts of Amegakure, My mother and father, I hadn’t known them, and during this young age that had been given too me; I’d not even know how they died. During my young childhood my figure was raised by an older individual. Someone who, at that current time, I could never explain it but he always knew where I was, somehow, someway; my child like mind just assumed the older man had amazing eyesight so the stupidity that was me while I was younger just accepted that.
This older individual had long flowing grey hair, and was kind. Many individuals upon this out skirting village treated me horribly, calling me the reason for war and many other crude and self serving titles that a child should never be called. However, these names helped me become the individual I’ve known today; so these actions, tears, heart throbbing aches were all necessary for my mind to grow. However during my childhood years I’ve grown accustomed too them and found my ears shutting out such accusations, my eyes would ignore the looks and I’d continue growing as a normal child, living life every second I’ve been given.
Time itself seemed to fly by my figure. I hadn’t noticed the growth that was becoming of me and years passed as the age was twelve and the old man watching me had woken me up from a beautiful sleeping period. My optics of pure ebony color rested upon his figure while he seemed to panic. Screams coming from outside our village home, straw roof, old bricked walls. It hadn’t taken me long to realize that our village was under attack. By whom, something like that hadn’t been known to me. Though the older man had given me scrolls that possessed my bloodlimits ability and told me to run, seeking out an individual that would teach me the ways of a shinobi.
With my age reaching that of twelve, my mind hadn’t been foolish. For I knew leaving would result in my survival and staying would result in my demise. So without any hesitation, my figure had left such a demolished town. Little had I known that those mercenary’s that had attacked my small and left alone village were searching for me. They had heard that a Kaishin lay rest in my town and wanted such power themselves. That is quite meaningless right now, though when my mind learned of such I realized that a man will do whatever it takes to gain power. So for anyone to protect themselves in such a hostile world one must achieve strength themselves. Achieve a power that can’t be rivaled or beat by anyone.
Such divine motivation coursed through my veins during my travels to meet this man who had intended to teach me the way of the shinobi. During these stated travels my curiosity had gotten the better of me. Those scrolls the old man with long gray hair had given me. My mind had wondered if learning such was capable for me. One dark cold night while sitting upon a forest and using the moon as my light, my optics started reading these scrolls. Learning whatever information my mind could achieve on this dark night. Information pertaining to things like molding chakra, finding out the source of my releases and learning to use ice, as from reading these scrolls, had been my bloodlimits ability all along. Reading these scrolls had given me the itching edge to learn at that very moment. So with such anticipation, I had started learning right then and there, and continued to do so while traveling to meet this unknown individual.
Eventually when my figure met this unknown individual my age was fifteen and my strength had skyrocketed. Mastering many Elemental techniques and non-elemental techniques during my travels and meeting many individuals, the likes of Bishamon-sama, Goro Kaguya, Naruto..., Uchiha Kaito, Ali Mujtaba, Asuma Sarutobi, Madara Uchiha, Captain Kenpaichi, Alucard, Akira Kiyoshi and members from Higure; which was an elite group filled with elite classed shinobi’s from all nations, Tenbatsu etc. Whilst learning the arts of a ninja; I had also furthered my knowledge into other styles of ninjutsu. Not only was my mind well versed in Fuuton, Suiton, Katon, Raiton, Kenjutsu, Taijutsu, and Hyouton but now something further from the simplistic ninjutsu had entered into my memory and brain. Something that wasn’t of a release and more under really ninjutsu. It allowed my mind to experience the potential that this ninjutsu had, and above all else, it furthered my strength.
However my destination had been reached and my level of skill at this destined point had been further advanced than a normal Chuunin and my figure hadn’t even graduated from any academy just yet. On my travels to the fire nation; more known as Konohagakure, When I entered the outskirts, a man seemed around his thirty’s to my optics and his lips spoke saying that he had been a part of the famous Sarutobi clan and he stated that he was one of the 12 ninja Guardians. The sarutobi clan that the third Hokage was apart of. So I was quite pleased with my new sensei; His name was Asuma Sarutobi, we found ourselves traveling often and over the vast world. The man had taught me academy basic techniques along with any other advanced elemental ninjutsu, We started becoming quite the famous duo of strength. Achieving many missions under the rank of non-ninja. One mission in particular was based in Amegakure no Sato. Achieve several headbands from the village. What these headbands purposes were for we hadn’t known but we hadn’t cared.
Arriving in such towering structures my sensei had advised us on taking it stealthy like. Stealing the unkept headbands but never waging in an actual fight. My ears listened and my mind agreed to such words as we both followed what he had said. While upon this village we were succeeding at an excelled rate. Collecting headband after headband without a soul realizing who we were exactly until my optics had placed upon a man. Not just any individual man, this man was someone my optics had fallen upon during my escape from my earlier village. Before knowledge of ninjutsu had even fallen upon me. This man had been someone who had killed the older man with gray hair. The man who had been kind and watched over my figure while I was still growing and becoming just a person individually. Such recognization of this man who had attacked my village had started to anger me, my blood had started to pump at an excelled rate and my sensei was off collecting headbands in his own area.
So halting my anger, my rage and my intention for blood wasn’t possible. Handseals started clamping together as my intention was only one. To kill the man that my optics had been placed upon. Several jutsu in rapid succession had formulated. Who were my victims and who were the survivors hadn’t mattered to me, the only thing that did was killing this individual that my eye’s laid upon. Wide varieties of explosions had formulated and my identity was confirmed. Remaining hidden was impossible however my sensei had come to my aid. Chakra was so low that my figure couldn’t stand, or rather it became quite difficult and Amegakure shinobi from all around had closed in on the explosion. My sensei was left to face many without my help because of my failure and idiocy. Several blood hungry Amegakure shinobi had arrived to the scene instead of calm and steady battle experienced shinobi. So my sensei couldn’t talk sense into them and killed them instead, though the difficult situation was many upon many continued flocking the area and before the experienced warrior could show, my sensei had fallen.
Those mentioned experienced warriors had shown after, taking me into custody for questioning. Laying upon the cold cell for several hours my ears had heard a man. The questions had started and to spare a long and uninteresting area of this diary. Apparently that man that my skills had killed had been wanted for quite some time and because of such the Amegakure shinobi had given me a choice. To lie upon this cold steel floor forever until death creeps up into my very bones or serve the village as a shinobi. They seemed rather interested in my skills, my bloodlimit. Like any individual my options had been two, either accept this mans offer or kill my way through in hopes I could survive. My skills were quite impressive but if my sensei couldn’t survive such onslaught my mind had given into fear and accepted this man’s offer to serve as an Amegakure shinobi and because of my skills there wasn’t any need to go through the Amegakure academy.
Still however my mind was still quite young and revenge had haunted each and every thought. My skills were being used by the very village that had killed my beloved sensei. Two thoughts continued to process into my mind, unite the entire world under one banner by whatever means necessary so war can halt or kill whoever until peace is granted fully. Being introduced by my new sensei, my new leash that would watch over me making sure that my actions were just for this village had gray hair and went by the subtle name of Captain Kenpaichi His build and skills seemed quite justified and respect was given and experience on how a village ran can be gained by following his lead. That’s what my mind told me, follow and eventually lead. Soon, that knowledge about how a village ran by shinobi was gained and my mind started to realize that respecting this new sensei was the best idea. Later after succeeding in the chuunins exams, I started noticing my train of thought was shifting. Revenge was on my mind but rather success and leading shinobi of my own…
When my train of thought changed, I started becoming more of an idealistic shinobi for the younger Amegakure Genin’s, whilst Kenpaichi was showing me the ropes of survival, I started thinking less aggressively and more tactically and eventually CK would give me the opportunity to have a spar with him, although he was a rough sensei with a killing intent for each spar we had, he had a bit of a soft spot in some circumstances, he wasn’t much of a talkative person but when you got to know him he would rarely open up to you. Once by accident, I asked him if he had any other students beside me. He replied coldly that he did, and further stated that I was his exact replica but with a more uplifting personality and motor mouth too match, some what I felt a warm kindling flame within myself, it felt really good but CK him being a cold bastard slapped me with the edge of his sword right at the back of my neck causing a small leakage of blood to pour out. I screamed in pain and whilst screaming I thought such a light tap of his sword caused such pain.
After a few years, Captain Kenpaichi gained the role of Kage, with his right hand man Emperor; later to be the first ichiban goukosenshu and his student me; who was to become the Niban Goukosenshu. At that time Amegakure was one of the Top villages/groups the others being Higure; who were on par or over with Hidden Rain, there was Tenbatsu whom I didn’t really know about and then there was a group called Anbu; well as words can put it, they were the lower end of the food chain. Being ridiculously stupid they would rush in head first without thinking and would get knocked back down mostly by Hidden Rain.
During the next 2 years, everything changed. CK went missing and Hidden Rain found itself in a new predicament, without a kage there was no stability and corruption ruled until a young black male called Kirabi assumed the role of Kage, but his rule was not meant to be after having countless arguments with Sin; a rain village shonobi, with her emotions ruling her judgement, though for a young aged girl she was proficient in dealing with a large amount shinobi’s. After that my good old frend Kakashi Thunder otherwise known as KT was asked to become kage, though she accepted, she later turned her heels and became a traitor; her mind was quick and fast, and her ninjutsu and sharingan mastery was impressive and was a role model for her other friend Sin, her treachery became the downfall of hidden Rain and caused a severe heartache for sin that she could not bear it anymore, so Sin became a missing nin and joined kusagakure and their illustrious leader was no one other than the ruthless kaguya, Goro. His skills were feared so much that he struck fear in the hearts of everyone who spoke his name; his skills were unconquerable; being proficient in Kaguya techs, 8 gates, Taijutsuu, Ninjutsu, Elemental jutsu. Goro was truly a warrior to speak to and confront thought his approach was cause no bloodshed unless it was necessary and with an agreement the demise of Amegakure unfolded and its name was erased by the never ending time, but it names still was written on the hearts of its previous members
After the demise, a special friend of mine from Ame, came along with me throughout my travels. Everyone who used to serve CK fled after the demise of Ame throughout different regions. Uchiha Kaito, who used to be a part of my squadron under the direct influence of CK was someone to applaud for his quick wittiness and overwhelming skills in combat. Throughout some time, Kaito had to attend some uchiha business; something about a massacre. So I was all alone, but shortly arriving at an unknown region, I met an orphan, a cute kid with bright blue eyes and golden hair and in those eyes I was so captivated that I saw huge amount of potential then reality slapped me in the face and I thought “ naaa it can’t be, he’s just a kid or is he!?”, the child wanted some food and by the looks of his figure he looked as if he wasn’t fed properly, well he was an orphan, so I told the boy he could stay with me throughout my travels, but before that I fed him and asked what his name was, He muffled “Roku” and asked him to speak up and with such a cold look in his eyes he harshly replied “RokuNR, That’s the name don’t wear it out” with his both of his thumbs stuck up, and all of a sudden his cold eyes transformed into a never seen warm puppy dog eyes.
After a few months, I trained Roku in basic ninjutsu and elemental techs, he learnt at a rapid pace that by the sore eyes that were engulfed in my sockets couldn’t believe what they were visualizing, then soon after a period of three days and 4 hours we were attacked by a group of ninja’s presumably Suna ninja’s, Roku immediately started forming hand seals at a impressive rate that he conjured up a Water Styled Wolf in a matter of a few seconds though when he summoned it he sent it towards the suna ninja’s but they summoned a ghastly wall of wind and surprisingly the wolf penetrated straight through it and hit the torso of the centre ninja, the other ninja’s fled for their lives and Roku with a big cheeky grin on his face proclaimed “ The name’s Roku, don’t wear it out, Scumbags.” After that incident, Roku became more self-reliant on himself instead of me and decided that he wanted to go separate ways so that he could become a great shinobi, I agreed and pushed him forwards so that one day he would be something what he claims to become, after that day Roku Left.
After Roku left, I felt a bit inclined to see how he was doing and probably thought of sending him a message but something else gripped my heart it was the thought of him forgetting me, since my journey carried on i met Uchiha Kaito who had already became a well-known ninja in konoha his mastery of the sharingan ushered many young uchiha individuals to train aggressively, though somehow he reminded me of the previous Madara Uchiha; a sage who was easily on par with Bishamon-sama and yet at that time, he was the strongest. There was other great shinobi’s from different villages such as the likes of;
Hellsbadass who was from hidden mist and was feared as the “demon of the mist”, Akiza who was KT became known as the “sharingan sage”, Rei Uchia who was known for her Chocolate release with Zanji Uchiha a legend who was one of the very few individuals to ever have EMS, Madara Uchiha who I knew of before was known for his lightning release, Bishamon-sama the earth sage, Nero the one with a big ego/mastery of in depth sound, Ragnaroc who was known as “konoha’s sexiest racooon”, Elias and Ali the fire sages, Izuna Uchiha the water sage, Akira the light sage, Narutoo.. the first Sage mide user, Xylon the minato look alike, Caliburn the sword eater, Lord of kaos the taijutsu champion,Hasashi the prominent scholar of taijutsu/ninjutsu/gates, Bibi the bloodlust vampire, Alucard and Ace the heavens earth masters, Scarry Yamamto who was the successor of the first Hokage in wood release, Kirabi the 8tailed menace, Any (asuma sarutobi) the one with an eye for women, gatsandskanks the one with two bodies, ingwer the one with two bodies, Pesh the one who helped train roku after he left, Musashibo the kenjutsu master, Pervy Sage who was, well the name says it all, I am pein a former partner from hidden rain,
Gyouketsu Enraged.
This Journal thing seems rather odd, however it seems as though I’ve grown this slight addiction to writing upon this small journal about my actual life. The stories I’ve come across, and possibly will come across in the future. So, in a sense, this small little leather back book is the story of my life. Listen well, as the future warrior too lead the world into peace will have quite the adventure to tell.
My entire life all started when I was around five years of age. I was a boy, hadn’t known the difference between right and wrong or how one could be perceived in this grand world. My very figure, very pale, away from the world type figure grew up on the bridging outskirts of Amegakure, My mother and father, I hadn’t known them, and during this young age that had been given too me; I’d not even know how they died. During my young childhood my figure was raised by an older individual. Someone who, at that current time, I could never explain it but he always knew where I was, somehow, someway; my child like mind just assumed the older man had amazing eyesight so the stupidity that was me while I was younger just accepted that.
This older individual had long flowing grey hair, and was kind. Many individuals upon this out skirting village treated me horribly, calling me the reason for war and many other crude and self serving titles that a child should never be called. However, these names helped me become the individual I’ve known today; so these actions, tears, heart throbbing aches were all necessary for my mind to grow. However during my childhood years I’ve grown accustomed too them and found my ears shutting out such accusations, my eyes would ignore the looks and I’d continue growing as a normal child, living life every second I’ve been given.
Time itself seemed to fly by my figure. I hadn’t noticed the growth that was becoming of me and years passed as the age was twelve and the old man watching me had woken me up from a beautiful sleeping period. My optics of pure ebony color rested upon his figure while he seemed to panic. Screams coming from outside our village home, straw roof, old bricked walls. It hadn’t taken me long to realize that our village was under attack. By whom, something like that hadn’t been known to me. Though the older man had given me scrolls that possessed my bloodlimits ability and told me to run, seeking out an individual that would teach me the ways of a shinobi.
With my age reaching that of twelve, my mind hadn’t been foolish. For I knew leaving would result in my survival and staying would result in my demise. So without any hesitation, my figure had left such a demolished town. Little had I known that those mercenary’s that had attacked my small and left alone village were searching for me. They had heard that a Kaishin lay rest in my town and wanted such power themselves. That is quite meaningless right now, though when my mind learned of such I realized that a man will do whatever it takes to gain power. So for anyone to protect themselves in such a hostile world one must achieve strength themselves. Achieve a power that can’t be rivaled or beat by anyone.
Such divine motivation coursed through my veins during my travels to meet this man who had intended to teach me the way of the shinobi. During these stated travels my curiosity had gotten the better of me. Those scrolls the old man with long gray hair had given me. My mind had wondered if learning such was capable for me. One dark cold night while sitting upon a forest and using the moon as my light, my optics started reading these scrolls. Learning whatever information my mind could achieve on this dark night. Information pertaining to things like molding chakra, finding out the source of my releases and learning to use ice, as from reading these scrolls, had been my bloodlimits ability all along. Reading these scrolls had given me the itching edge to learn at that very moment. So with such anticipation, I had started learning right then and there, and continued to do so while traveling to meet this unknown individual.
Eventually when my figure met this unknown individual my age was fifteen and my strength had skyrocketed. Mastering many Elemental techniques and non-elemental techniques during my travels and meeting many individuals, the likes of Bishamon-sama, Goro Kaguya, Naruto..., Uchiha Kaito, Ali Mujtaba, Asuma Sarutobi, Madara Uchiha, Captain Kenpaichi, Alucard, Akira Kiyoshi and members from Higure; which was an elite group filled with elite classed shinobi’s from all nations, Tenbatsu etc. Whilst learning the arts of a ninja; I had also furthered my knowledge into other styles of ninjutsu. Not only was my mind well versed in Fuuton, Suiton, Katon, Raiton, Kenjutsu, Taijutsu, and Hyouton but now something further from the simplistic ninjutsu had entered into my memory and brain. Something that wasn’t of a release and more under really ninjutsu. It allowed my mind to experience the potential that this ninjutsu had, and above all else, it furthered my strength.
However my destination had been reached and my level of skill at this destined point had been further advanced than a normal Chuunin and my figure hadn’t even graduated from any academy just yet. On my travels to the fire nation; more known as Konohagakure, When I entered the outskirts, a man seemed around his thirty’s to my optics and his lips spoke saying that he had been a part of the famous Sarutobi clan and he stated that he was one of the 12 ninja Guardians. The sarutobi clan that the third Hokage was apart of. So I was quite pleased with my new sensei; His name was Asuma Sarutobi, we found ourselves traveling often and over the vast world. The man had taught me academy basic techniques along with any other advanced elemental ninjutsu, We started becoming quite the famous duo of strength. Achieving many missions under the rank of non-ninja. One mission in particular was based in Amegakure no Sato. Achieve several headbands from the village. What these headbands purposes were for we hadn’t known but we hadn’t cared.
Arriving in such towering structures my sensei had advised us on taking it stealthy like. Stealing the unkept headbands but never waging in an actual fight. My ears listened and my mind agreed to such words as we both followed what he had said. While upon this village we were succeeding at an excelled rate. Collecting headband after headband without a soul realizing who we were exactly until my optics had placed upon a man. Not just any individual man, this man was someone my optics had fallen upon during my escape from my earlier village. Before knowledge of ninjutsu had even fallen upon me. This man had been someone who had killed the older man with gray hair. The man who had been kind and watched over my figure while I was still growing and becoming just a person individually. Such recognization of this man who had attacked my village had started to anger me, my blood had started to pump at an excelled rate and my sensei was off collecting headbands in his own area.
So halting my anger, my rage and my intention for blood wasn’t possible. Handseals started clamping together as my intention was only one. To kill the man that my optics had been placed upon. Several jutsu in rapid succession had formulated. Who were my victims and who were the survivors hadn’t mattered to me, the only thing that did was killing this individual that my eye’s laid upon. Wide varieties of explosions had formulated and my identity was confirmed. Remaining hidden was impossible however my sensei had come to my aid. Chakra was so low that my figure couldn’t stand, or rather it became quite difficult and Amegakure shinobi from all around had closed in on the explosion. My sensei was left to face many without my help because of my failure and idiocy. Several blood hungry Amegakure shinobi had arrived to the scene instead of calm and steady battle experienced shinobi. So my sensei couldn’t talk sense into them and killed them instead, though the difficult situation was many upon many continued flocking the area and before the experienced warrior could show, my sensei had fallen.
Those mentioned experienced warriors had shown after, taking me into custody for questioning. Laying upon the cold cell for several hours my ears had heard a man. The questions had started and to spare a long and uninteresting area of this diary. Apparently that man that my skills had killed had been wanted for quite some time and because of such the Amegakure shinobi had given me a choice. To lie upon this cold steel floor forever until death creeps up into my very bones or serve the village as a shinobi. They seemed rather interested in my skills, my bloodlimit. Like any individual my options had been two, either accept this mans offer or kill my way through in hopes I could survive. My skills were quite impressive but if my sensei couldn’t survive such onslaught my mind had given into fear and accepted this man’s offer to serve as an Amegakure shinobi and because of my skills there wasn’t any need to go through the Amegakure academy.
Still however my mind was still quite young and revenge had haunted each and every thought. My skills were being used by the very village that had killed my beloved sensei. Two thoughts continued to process into my mind, unite the entire world under one banner by whatever means necessary so war can halt or kill whoever until peace is granted fully. Being introduced by my new sensei, my new leash that would watch over me making sure that my actions were just for this village had gray hair and went by the subtle name of Captain Kenpaichi His build and skills seemed quite justified and respect was given and experience on how a village ran can be gained by following his lead. That’s what my mind told me, follow and eventually lead. Soon, that knowledge about how a village ran by shinobi was gained and my mind started to realize that respecting this new sensei was the best idea. Later after succeeding in the chuunins exams, I started noticing my train of thought was shifting. Revenge was on my mind but rather success and leading shinobi of my own…
When my train of thought changed, I started becoming more of an idealistic shinobi for the younger Amegakure Genin’s, whilst Kenpaichi was showing me the ropes of survival, I started thinking less aggressively and more tactically and eventually CK would give me the opportunity to have a spar with him, although he was a rough sensei with a killing intent for each spar we had, he had a bit of a soft spot in some circumstances, he wasn’t much of a talkative person but when you got to know him he would rarely open up to you. Once by accident, I asked him if he had any other students beside me. He replied coldly that he did, and further stated that I was his exact replica but with a more uplifting personality and motor mouth too match, some what I felt a warm kindling flame within myself, it felt really good but CK him being a cold bastard slapped me with the edge of his sword right at the back of my neck causing a small leakage of blood to pour out. I screamed in pain and whilst screaming I thought such a light tap of his sword caused such pain.
After a few years, Captain Kenpaichi gained the role of Kage, with his right hand man Emperor; later to be the first ichiban goukosenshu and his student me; who was to become the Niban Goukosenshu. At that time Amegakure was one of the Top villages/groups the others being Higure; who were on par or over with Hidden Rain, there was Tenbatsu whom I didn’t really know about and then there was a group called Anbu; well as words can put it, they were the lower end of the food chain. Being ridiculously stupid they would rush in head first without thinking and would get knocked back down mostly by Hidden Rain.
During the next 2 years, everything changed. CK went missing and Hidden Rain found itself in a new predicament, without a kage there was no stability and corruption ruled until a young black male called Kirabi assumed the role of Kage, but his rule was not meant to be after having countless arguments with Sin; a rain village shonobi, with her emotions ruling her judgement, though for a young aged girl she was proficient in dealing with a large amount shinobi’s. After that my good old frend Kakashi Thunder otherwise known as KT was asked to become kage, though she accepted, she later turned her heels and became a traitor; her mind was quick and fast, and her ninjutsu and sharingan mastery was impressive and was a role model for her other friend Sin, her treachery became the downfall of hidden Rain and caused a severe heartache for sin that she could not bear it anymore, so Sin became a missing nin and joined kusagakure and their illustrious leader was no one other than the ruthless kaguya, Goro. His skills were feared so much that he struck fear in the hearts of everyone who spoke his name; his skills were unconquerable; being proficient in Kaguya techs, 8 gates, Taijutsuu, Ninjutsu, Elemental jutsu. Goro was truly a warrior to speak to and confront thought his approach was cause no bloodshed unless it was necessary and with an agreement the demise of Amegakure unfolded and its name was erased by the never ending time, but it names still was written on the hearts of its previous members
After the demise, a special friend of mine from Ame, came along with me throughout my travels. Everyone who used to serve CK fled after the demise of Ame throughout different regions. Uchiha Kaito, who used to be a part of my squadron under the direct influence of CK was someone to applaud for his quick wittiness and overwhelming skills in combat. Throughout some time, Kaito had to attend some uchiha business; something about a massacre. So I was all alone, but shortly arriving at an unknown region, I met an orphan, a cute kid with bright blue eyes and golden hair and in those eyes I was so captivated that I saw huge amount of potential then reality slapped me in the face and I thought “ naaa it can’t be, he’s just a kid or is he!?”, the child wanted some food and by the looks of his figure he looked as if he wasn’t fed properly, well he was an orphan, so I told the boy he could stay with me throughout my travels, but before that I fed him and asked what his name was, He muffled “Roku” and asked him to speak up and with such a cold look in his eyes he harshly replied “RokuNR, That’s the name don’t wear it out” with his both of his thumbs stuck up, and all of a sudden his cold eyes transformed into a never seen warm puppy dog eyes.
After a few months, I trained Roku in basic ninjutsu and elemental techs, he learnt at a rapid pace that by the sore eyes that were engulfed in my sockets couldn’t believe what they were visualizing, then soon after a period of three days and 4 hours we were attacked by a group of ninja’s presumably Suna ninja’s, Roku immediately started forming hand seals at a impressive rate that he conjured up a Water Styled Wolf in a matter of a few seconds though when he summoned it he sent it towards the suna ninja’s but they summoned a ghastly wall of wind and surprisingly the wolf penetrated straight through it and hit the torso of the centre ninja, the other ninja’s fled for their lives and Roku with a big cheeky grin on his face proclaimed “ The name’s Roku, don’t wear it out, Scumbags.” After that incident, Roku became more self-reliant on himself instead of me and decided that he wanted to go separate ways so that he could become a great shinobi, I agreed and pushed him forwards so that one day he would be something what he claims to become, after that day Roku Left.
After Roku left, I felt a bit inclined to see how he was doing and probably thought of sending him a message but something else gripped my heart it was the thought of him forgetting me, since my journey carried on i met Uchiha Kaito who had already became a well-known ninja in konoha his mastery of the sharingan ushered many young uchiha individuals to train aggressively, though somehow he reminded me of the previous Madara Uchiha; a sage who was easily on par with Bishamon-sama and yet at that time, he was the strongest. There was other great shinobi’s from different villages such as the likes of;
Hellsbadass who was from hidden mist and was feared as the “demon of the mist”, Akiza who was KT became known as the “sharingan sage”, Rei Uchia who was known for her Chocolate release with Zanji Uchiha a legend who was one of the very few individuals to ever have EMS, Madara Uchiha who I knew of before was known for his lightning release, Bishamon-sama the earth sage, Nero the one with a big ego/mastery of in depth sound, Ragnaroc who was known as “konoha’s sexiest racooon”, Elias and Ali the fire sages, Izuna Uchiha the water sage, Akira the light sage, Narutoo.. the first Sage mide user, Xylon the minato look alike, Caliburn the sword eater, Lord of kaos the taijutsu champion,Hasashi the prominent scholar of taijutsu/ninjutsu/gates, Bibi the bloodlust vampire, Alucard and Ace the heavens earth masters, Scarry Yamamto who was the successor of the first Hokage in wood release, Kirabi the 8tailed menace, Any (asuma sarutobi) the one with an eye for women, gatsandskanks the one with two bodies, ingwer the one with two bodies, Pesh the one who helped train roku after he left, Musashibo the kenjutsu master, Pervy Sage who was, well the name says it all, I am pein a former partner from hidden rain,
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