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"You're just a child, dreaming of things not even God can achieve."
基本情報|BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Uchiha Yosamu Nickname: The Night Child, The Redeemer, Dracul Gender: Male Age: 22 Clan: Uchiha
As Yosamu:
Yosamu is at averaged height with short, jet black hair. He is slim with a nimble, athletic build clad in a black ANBU cloak and under garments, which he stole from a supply caravan. The cloak covers his entire body upwards. Excluding his face. Being born with emissive red pupils his eyes always had a weird look of luminescence, especially in the dark. His cloak, which was stolen from a caravan was exclusively woven for the purpose of stealth. It was an ANBU delivery caravan after all. Under his cloak, he wears a simple grey sleeveless shirt and black pants, followed by classic shinobi sandals, which he also got from the caravan. Being a slim person overall, he is quite agile. This had earned him the trait of a very well self trained thief. He has a shinobigatana and sheath on his back. That sword is the only thing he has pertaining to his true history of his clan and where he came from. It has the Uchiha symbol on the handle, with an elaborate drawing of a serpent and the word 'Blue Dragon' (青い龍) written in kanji etched into the scabbard in a vertical fashion. Overall Yosamu has taken to the life of stealth and shadows, this lifestyle even affected his appearance, giving him a dark, enigmatic look.
As Dracula:
Yosamu appears to have aged rather significantly and his appearance has changed drastically under the curse of Nocturne Yosamu's appearance was severely altered. His short black hair became flowing at about shoulder length, his soft brown skin became pale and grey, his hands became cold and claw like, much resembling that of a bat. He is now bare-chested and only wears a sort of cloak about his body held up by a sash with a large face as a clasp. Instead of his old ANBU gear, he now wears bits of two steel gauntlets held on by scraps of fabric. He is less muscular than he was in the past, but proves to still be formidable. His hair is now longer and white, and he now has sickly pale skin. His eyes glow a deep red and he now has the stunning appearance of fangs.
Yosamu is at averaged height with short, jet black hair. He is slim with a nimble, athletic build clad in a black ANBU cloak and under garments, which he stole from a supply caravan. The cloak covers his entire body upwards. Excluding his face. Being born with emissive red pupils his eyes always had a weird look of luminescence, especially in the dark. His cloak, which was stolen from a caravan was exclusively woven for the purpose of stealth. It was an ANBU delivery caravan after all. Under his cloak, he wears a simple grey sleeveless shirt and black pants, followed by classic shinobi sandals, which he also got from the caravan. Being a slim person overall, he is quite agile. This had earned him the trait of a very well self trained thief. He has a shinobigatana and sheath on his back. That sword is the only thing he has pertaining to his true history of his clan and where he came from. It has the Uchiha symbol on the handle, with an elaborate drawing of a serpent and the word 'Blue Dragon' (青い龍) written in kanji etched into the scabbard in a vertical fashion. Overall Yosamu has taken to the life of stealth and shadows, this lifestyle even affected his appearance, giving him a dark, enigmatic look.
As Dracula:
Yosamu appears to have aged rather significantly and his appearance has changed drastically under the curse of Nocturne Yosamu's appearance was severely altered. His short black hair became flowing at about shoulder length, his soft brown skin became pale and grey, his hands became cold and claw like, much resembling that of a bat. He is now bare-chested and only wears a sort of cloak about his body held up by a sash with a large face as a clasp. Instead of his old ANBU gear, he now wears bits of two steel gauntlets held on by scraps of fabric. He is less muscular than he was in the past, but proves to still be formidable. His hair is now longer and white, and he now has sickly pale skin. His eyes glow a deep red and he now has the stunning appearance of fangs.
As Yosamu:
Brought up the rough way, he saw from a tender age just how much of a fiend life could be. Most nights if he wasn't out trying to steal from ramen shops he was being reprimanded by the orphanage's madam. A silent child, he never really had much to talk about and as a result lacked the fundamental experiences of someone his age. No love interest, parents, friends, even role model. Despite his morbid life story however, Yosamu never tries to show this, due to his crippling habit of judging people by their looks at first glance he tries not to come off as the sad, depressed type of person. He picked up this habit along with many other militaristic approaches and could never shake it, essentially Yosamu is scared of everyone he sees for the first time. With such peculiar eyes he had always been an eye candy to passers, they had said he was an 'Uchiha', he shuddered at the thought. people of that clan are usually outspoken, powerful people. He was merely a 'night child' travelling from alley to alley foraging whatever he could get, there was no possible way he could be of such a prestigious bloodline. He would agree with them however, this 'pseudo' Sharingan added to the intimidation process after all. He hates people who lie, people who hide things, important things he despises them. As he himself has had his entire history hidden from him, seeing his own stressful attempts at researching his past he finds it disgusting someone would even do that in the first place. But when he's not singing to the moon or pick pocketing he sits on rooftops at late nights and read philosophical novels, these helped him to cope with life and learn to know himself.
As Dracula:
Dracul (known to some as Dracula) hungered for revenge on the ones who led him to his curse, and wished to remake the world as he saw fit, in revenge for his torment. During this time he formed a philosophy on killing based on his nihilistic view of the world; he felt that he had sent his victims to a better place, and he did not care to learn more about them. In spite of how dark he had become, he still retained a measure of his old humanity. When he learned of his true past, he was horrified and remorseful for having killed his mentor to the point where he cried.
While conversing with Nocturne the Bat Sage, Dracula further elaborated on his nihilistic and apathetic viewpoint, using his own fall as an example of the darkness that resides in the heart of all of humanity, that even if he were to die now others would simply take his place, and that ultimately evil would prevail, proving itself the natural order of everything.
Despite being freed of the curse by Lilith of the Griffin contract, the moniker of Dracul had etched itself so deep into Yosamu's being that it became incorrigible. As such he finds himself being able to switch between Yosamu, The Redeemer and Dracul, The Dragon of the Uchiha.
村の情報|VILLAGE INFOBrought up the rough way, he saw from a tender age just how much of a fiend life could be. Most nights if he wasn't out trying to steal from ramen shops he was being reprimanded by the orphanage's madam. A silent child, he never really had much to talk about and as a result lacked the fundamental experiences of someone his age. No love interest, parents, friends, even role model. Despite his morbid life story however, Yosamu never tries to show this, due to his crippling habit of judging people by their looks at first glance he tries not to come off as the sad, depressed type of person. He picked up this habit along with many other militaristic approaches and could never shake it, essentially Yosamu is scared of everyone he sees for the first time. With such peculiar eyes he had always been an eye candy to passers, they had said he was an 'Uchiha', he shuddered at the thought. people of that clan are usually outspoken, powerful people. He was merely a 'night child' travelling from alley to alley foraging whatever he could get, there was no possible way he could be of such a prestigious bloodline. He would agree with them however, this 'pseudo' Sharingan added to the intimidation process after all. He hates people who lie, people who hide things, important things he despises them. As he himself has had his entire history hidden from him, seeing his own stressful attempts at researching his past he finds it disgusting someone would even do that in the first place. But when he's not singing to the moon or pick pocketing he sits on rooftops at late nights and read philosophical novels, these helped him to cope with life and learn to know himself.
As Dracula:
Dracul (known to some as Dracula) hungered for revenge on the ones who led him to his curse, and wished to remake the world as he saw fit, in revenge for his torment. During this time he formed a philosophy on killing based on his nihilistic view of the world; he felt that he had sent his victims to a better place, and he did not care to learn more about them. In spite of how dark he had become, he still retained a measure of his old humanity. When he learned of his true past, he was horrified and remorseful for having killed his mentor to the point where he cried.
While conversing with Nocturne the Bat Sage, Dracula further elaborated on his nihilistic and apathetic viewpoint, using his own fall as an example of the darkness that resides in the heart of all of humanity, that even if he were to die now others would simply take his place, and that ultimately evil would prevail, proving itself the natural order of everything.
Despite being freed of the curse by Lilith of the Griffin contract, the moniker of Dracul had etched itself so deep into Yosamu's being that it became incorrigible. As such he finds himself being able to switch between Yosamu, The Redeemer and Dracul, The Dragon of the Uchiha.
Village of Birth: 木ノ葉隠れの里, Konohagakure no Sato Village of Alliance: N/Aランク情報|RANK/CHAKRA INFO
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基礎的な情報|BACKGROUND INFORMATION
Volume I: Chapters I-XII
Volume II: Life Anew
Chapter XII: The Pariah's Solace
It had been two cold years since Yosamu last heard the molesting whispers of Nocturne in his dreams. He was rid of curse entirely. Yet, why did he feel so empty? Was there some masochistic psyche hidden in his subconsciousness? Why did he yearn for her torture?
It was because Yosamu was a weak man. He had no purpose of his own. Instead, the Uchiha was driven solely through passion. And so, when he had finally achieved his dream, he was left back at the blank page he began with: “What do I do now?” Well, the answer was very apparent, wasn’t it? The Uchiha went back to the life he knew best: roaming.
With his many lives behind him, Kirigakure, Konohagakure, Amegakure, and Sunagakure, Yosamu donned a blood red band around his forehead and set out into the cold unknown. The simple piece of cloth served as a reminder of the sins committed along the way, ties severed, and doors closed with its red signifying blood. But by remembering these sins he was also able to maintain conscious efforts to make sure they never happen again. Resultantly, Yosamu abandoned his warrior way in return for solitude. The infamous sabers, Crissaegrim and Doujikiri, were left wrapped in tight black bandages, never to be drawn, never to take another life, and his cursed eyes never saw the light of day again.
“…bountiful this year, don’t you think?”
Suddenly pulled from the depths of his innermost thoughts, the voice was all but intrusive in his ear. He turned to its source, an old farmer riding on his equally as old mule. “I don’t know much about farming, Gragas. I can’t estimate crop yield based on the sun’s positioning like yourself,” he answered.
“Nonsense! It’s as simple as moving an arm or blinking your eye, just give it an actual try once in a while.”
Yosamu nodded sagely. “Well, if you say so. I just might one o’ these days.”
The trackless path they traveled on was one filled with jagged rocks and sparsely populated forests. They were apart of a traveling party heading into the deep east toward the Land of Vegetables, where he hoped to settle with Gragas, the overly generous geezer who insisted he stayed with him and his family. He was also very pushy on Yosamu marrying his daughter, Fiora, at the same time.
“She’s a fine gal, I tell ya, very polite and beautiful. Ripe for marriage too! I’m telling you, Hunter (Yosamu told him his name was Hunter when they first met), you’re gonna love her,” he kept saying every time he got the chance. But if his daughter was even half as fat as he was, or even had a similarly plump face and broad nose Yosamu feared she wouldn’t be as “ripe” as he kept emphasizing.
Nevertheless, Yosamu would also smile at this, “Sure I would,” he would reply as to not hurt his feelings. He was very fond of his children after. He could see that in how Gragas was patient with his younger son, Fritz, on how to command his own mule.
The traveling party was over one hundred people strong, and between the performing musicians at the front and the noisy livestock in the rear, the life they brought to otherwise lifeless land was staggering. Creatures from all manners of hiding spots would rush out the edge of the path just to listen and behold and then scurry off again whenever the mischievous children made at them. Every once in a while a few hunters would return with a deer or two along with other small game like rabbits and foxes, and this would surprisingly serve the party quite well until the next hunt.
To oust Gragas’ suspicions, Yosamu would disappear on these hunts too, claiming he’d go catch something as well, but always returned empty handed. When asked how, he’d simple say the catch got away—again. In truth he just couldn’t bring himself to kill anything again, even for food.
“Fritz! Have any more of that flat bread in your pouch? I’m so famished I could eat a horse!” Gragas exclaimed in his deep, garbled voice.
His son, who looked about fourteen, with dusty brown hair and a face filled with freckles, reached into the satchel hanging on his mule’s right hand side. “Yes, Pa, but it got a bit wet when we went through the river.”
“As if I care! Give it here.”
Yosamu stared at the exchange, longing for a piece of the buttery goodness too, but said nothing. He kept his head straight. But nothing could pass Gragas’ beady, brown eyes.
“Say, Hunter, want a share?”
Yosamu feigned surprise. “Oh? Why thanks,” he said and took the slightly damp bread.
It was just as good as he imagined. And if anything, the water made it even more easy on the throat when going down. He nodded to the boy when he was done.
“Hunter, that on your back, what is it?” Fritz asked, chinning the two black wrapped objects he carried.
“Oh, these? Well uhh, they’re sorta like—”
“They’re staffs, Fritz, and very expensive at that. Hunter would have to keep them covered in case we came across any pillagers on the way,” Gragas interjected.
Yosamu locked eyes with Gragas for a split second. In real time it was nothing more than a glance, but the two exchanged many words with the connection. Yosamu knew that he knew he wasn’t really a nomad. Gragas probably guessed that much based on how Yosamu slept in the nights: with both ‘staffs’ held tight to his chest.
Fritz’s green eyes lit up. “Whoa! Are they golden? Or jade?! Can I see them?!”
“Haha, maybe next time, buddy,” Yosamu replied. Upon seeing the color drain from the boy’s face and replaced with disappointment Yosamu added, “When we get to your Pa’s farm I’ll show you.”
“Yes! I can’t wait!”
The sound of a bullhorn rang out through the forest from the head of the procession some hundred meters up. Everyone knew what it meant: a village was up ahead. That meant they would have time to give the horses rest, stock up on food, and do some important trading.
“Finally. It’s been three damn days. I’ve got shit backed all the way up my arse.” Gragas grumbled. Fritz giggled under his breath.
Yosamu gladly welcomed the sound too, he had been walking for all of those three days as Gragas didn’t have an extra mule nor did any of the travelers want to lend a stranger a horse. Fritz had offered his own beast but Yosamu had politely declined, for no particular reason.
His hopes of a warm night wrapped in cozy bed sheets were suddenly squashed when a second then third note rang out. For a minute he was confused what it meant, but then he remembered when scouts had told everyone that one horn meant a rest stop, two meant resource found, like a river or hunting prairie. But three meant hostile elements.
A wave of worried whispers traveled the length of the caravan. Yosamu was immediately on his toes, searching between the many trees that stood on either side of the track. Suddenly the scene wasn’t beautiful anymore. Now it was a dark forest with too many opportunities for hiding murderers.
“Three horns, eh? Maybe it’s just some troublemakers we can pay off with a few kumi and be on our way,” Gragas hypothesized, stroking his massive red beard with pudgy fingers.
“But Pa, what if they aren’t?” Fritz voiced his worries.
“Oh be quiet lad. With that mindset you’ll live a coward the rest of ya life,” the older man quipped.
A trio of worried women rushed past Yosamu, almost knocking him off balance and not even turning to say sorry. The looks on their faces spoke volumes of fear.
“They’re sending the women to the rear. Could it be that big of a threat?” Yosamu asked.
Gragas snorted. “Fritz you’re staying put. You’re not a child anymore.”
“I know that, Pa, I wasn’t planning on it either.
“Oh? You’ve finally grown some balls, lad!” Gragas heaved a mighty hand and slapped the skinny teen square between his shoulder blades. The sound rattled Fritz’s chest. He then turned to Yosamu with a wise smile. “And what about you, Hunter? Can ya fight? Are you as good with a sword as you are at hunting?”
Yosamu considered the question longer than he should. “I could hold my own if the need arose,” he replied carefully.
“Good, I’ve been quite rusty my self but I still have some elbow grease—”
More women and children started pouring in from the front. Some trotting very quickly and others in full sprint. Gragas leaned by the side of his mule and grabbed a passing woman by the arm.
“What’s it lookin’ like up there, lass? Is it a lot?”
The woman looked ready to slap him for his imprudent gesture but she quickly decided against it when she saw his large frame. Instead she replied as calmly as she could, “It’s like a mini army up there. They’ve got crossbows and swords and horses…”
Gragas nodded grimly. “I see. Well, the men of this convoy will try their best to protect ya, lass, hang tight in the back with the others.”
Instead of answering she wrung her hand free and broke into a run to catch up with her companions.
He pulled himself upright. “Ya hear that, Hunter? A goddamn mini army up there. I wonder how we’ll fare?”
“Surely of the hundred traveling we have at least forty or fifty men? We could take them.”
When Gragas replied the usual spunk in his voice was gone. “We’re farmers, lad. The only thing we know how to do is till the soil and provide for our families. We’re everything but warriors.”
Yosamu surveyed the men of the company. Sure enough, most of them were middle aged farmers with crusty, labor ridden hands and tired eyes. They would never stand a chance against a band of misfits as formidable as what the woman described. He tried to remain optimistic.
“Anyone with weapons?” Yosamu asked.
“Only the hunters with their poaching knives and wooden bows. Other than that we have hoes and sickles. That’s it...” Gragas replied.
Yosamu cursed under his breath then began pushing to the front amidst the incoming stream of people. His chakra steadily rose, but he didn't awaken his Sharingan yet. No, this will be over before he can bat an eye.
Chapter XIV: ...
Volume II: Life Anew
Chapter XII: The Pariah's Solace
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It was because Yosamu was a weak man. He had no purpose of his own. Instead, the Uchiha was driven solely through passion. And so, when he had finally achieved his dream, he was left back at the blank page he began with: “What do I do now?” Well, the answer was very apparent, wasn’t it? The Uchiha went back to the life he knew best: roaming.
With his many lives behind him, Kirigakure, Konohagakure, Amegakure, and Sunagakure, Yosamu donned a blood red band around his forehead and set out into the cold unknown. The simple piece of cloth served as a reminder of the sins committed along the way, ties severed, and doors closed with its red signifying blood. But by remembering these sins he was also able to maintain conscious efforts to make sure they never happen again. Resultantly, Yosamu abandoned his warrior way in return for solitude. The infamous sabers, Crissaegrim and Doujikiri, were left wrapped in tight black bandages, never to be drawn, never to take another life, and his cursed eyes never saw the light of day again.
“…bountiful this year, don’t you think?”
Suddenly pulled from the depths of his innermost thoughts, the voice was all but intrusive in his ear. He turned to its source, an old farmer riding on his equally as old mule. “I don’t know much about farming, Gragas. I can’t estimate crop yield based on the sun’s positioning like yourself,” he answered.
“Nonsense! It’s as simple as moving an arm or blinking your eye, just give it an actual try once in a while.”
Yosamu nodded sagely. “Well, if you say so. I just might one o’ these days.”
The trackless path they traveled on was one filled with jagged rocks and sparsely populated forests. They were apart of a traveling party heading into the deep east toward the Land of Vegetables, where he hoped to settle with Gragas, the overly generous geezer who insisted he stayed with him and his family. He was also very pushy on Yosamu marrying his daughter, Fiora, at the same time.
“She’s a fine gal, I tell ya, very polite and beautiful. Ripe for marriage too! I’m telling you, Hunter (Yosamu told him his name was Hunter when they first met), you’re gonna love her,” he kept saying every time he got the chance. But if his daughter was even half as fat as he was, or even had a similarly plump face and broad nose Yosamu feared she wouldn’t be as “ripe” as he kept emphasizing.
Nevertheless, Yosamu would also smile at this, “Sure I would,” he would reply as to not hurt his feelings. He was very fond of his children after. He could see that in how Gragas was patient with his younger son, Fritz, on how to command his own mule.
The traveling party was over one hundred people strong, and between the performing musicians at the front and the noisy livestock in the rear, the life they brought to otherwise lifeless land was staggering. Creatures from all manners of hiding spots would rush out the edge of the path just to listen and behold and then scurry off again whenever the mischievous children made at them. Every once in a while a few hunters would return with a deer or two along with other small game like rabbits and foxes, and this would surprisingly serve the party quite well until the next hunt.
To oust Gragas’ suspicions, Yosamu would disappear on these hunts too, claiming he’d go catch something as well, but always returned empty handed. When asked how, he’d simple say the catch got away—again. In truth he just couldn’t bring himself to kill anything again, even for food.
“Fritz! Have any more of that flat bread in your pouch? I’m so famished I could eat a horse!” Gragas exclaimed in his deep, garbled voice.
His son, who looked about fourteen, with dusty brown hair and a face filled with freckles, reached into the satchel hanging on his mule’s right hand side. “Yes, Pa, but it got a bit wet when we went through the river.”
“As if I care! Give it here.”
Yosamu stared at the exchange, longing for a piece of the buttery goodness too, but said nothing. He kept his head straight. But nothing could pass Gragas’ beady, brown eyes.
“Say, Hunter, want a share?”
Yosamu feigned surprise. “Oh? Why thanks,” he said and took the slightly damp bread.
It was just as good as he imagined. And if anything, the water made it even more easy on the throat when going down. He nodded to the boy when he was done.
“Hunter, that on your back, what is it?” Fritz asked, chinning the two black wrapped objects he carried.
“Oh, these? Well uhh, they’re sorta like—”
“They’re staffs, Fritz, and very expensive at that. Hunter would have to keep them covered in case we came across any pillagers on the way,” Gragas interjected.
Yosamu locked eyes with Gragas for a split second. In real time it was nothing more than a glance, but the two exchanged many words with the connection. Yosamu knew that he knew he wasn’t really a nomad. Gragas probably guessed that much based on how Yosamu slept in the nights: with both ‘staffs’ held tight to his chest.
Fritz’s green eyes lit up. “Whoa! Are they golden? Or jade?! Can I see them?!”
“Haha, maybe next time, buddy,” Yosamu replied. Upon seeing the color drain from the boy’s face and replaced with disappointment Yosamu added, “When we get to your Pa’s farm I’ll show you.”
“Yes! I can’t wait!”
The sound of a bullhorn rang out through the forest from the head of the procession some hundred meters up. Everyone knew what it meant: a village was up ahead. That meant they would have time to give the horses rest, stock up on food, and do some important trading.
“Finally. It’s been three damn days. I’ve got shit backed all the way up my arse.” Gragas grumbled. Fritz giggled under his breath.
Yosamu gladly welcomed the sound too, he had been walking for all of those three days as Gragas didn’t have an extra mule nor did any of the travelers want to lend a stranger a horse. Fritz had offered his own beast but Yosamu had politely declined, for no particular reason.
His hopes of a warm night wrapped in cozy bed sheets were suddenly squashed when a second then third note rang out. For a minute he was confused what it meant, but then he remembered when scouts had told everyone that one horn meant a rest stop, two meant resource found, like a river or hunting prairie. But three meant hostile elements.
A wave of worried whispers traveled the length of the caravan. Yosamu was immediately on his toes, searching between the many trees that stood on either side of the track. Suddenly the scene wasn’t beautiful anymore. Now it was a dark forest with too many opportunities for hiding murderers.
“Three horns, eh? Maybe it’s just some troublemakers we can pay off with a few kumi and be on our way,” Gragas hypothesized, stroking his massive red beard with pudgy fingers.
“But Pa, what if they aren’t?” Fritz voiced his worries.
“Oh be quiet lad. With that mindset you’ll live a coward the rest of ya life,” the older man quipped.
A trio of worried women rushed past Yosamu, almost knocking him off balance and not even turning to say sorry. The looks on their faces spoke volumes of fear.
“They’re sending the women to the rear. Could it be that big of a threat?” Yosamu asked.
Gragas snorted. “Fritz you’re staying put. You’re not a child anymore.”
“I know that, Pa, I wasn’t planning on it either.
“Oh? You’ve finally grown some balls, lad!” Gragas heaved a mighty hand and slapped the skinny teen square between his shoulder blades. The sound rattled Fritz’s chest. He then turned to Yosamu with a wise smile. “And what about you, Hunter? Can ya fight? Are you as good with a sword as you are at hunting?”
Yosamu considered the question longer than he should. “I could hold my own if the need arose,” he replied carefully.
“Good, I’ve been quite rusty my self but I still have some elbow grease—”
More women and children started pouring in from the front. Some trotting very quickly and others in full sprint. Gragas leaned by the side of his mule and grabbed a passing woman by the arm.
“What’s it lookin’ like up there, lass? Is it a lot?”
The woman looked ready to slap him for his imprudent gesture but she quickly decided against it when she saw his large frame. Instead she replied as calmly as she could, “It’s like a mini army up there. They’ve got crossbows and swords and horses…”
Gragas nodded grimly. “I see. Well, the men of this convoy will try their best to protect ya, lass, hang tight in the back with the others.”
Instead of answering she wrung her hand free and broke into a run to catch up with her companions.
He pulled himself upright. “Ya hear that, Hunter? A goddamn mini army up there. I wonder how we’ll fare?”
“Surely of the hundred traveling we have at least forty or fifty men? We could take them.”
When Gragas replied the usual spunk in his voice was gone. “We’re farmers, lad. The only thing we know how to do is till the soil and provide for our families. We’re everything but warriors.”
Yosamu surveyed the men of the company. Sure enough, most of them were middle aged farmers with crusty, labor ridden hands and tired eyes. They would never stand a chance against a band of misfits as formidable as what the woman described. He tried to remain optimistic.
“Anyone with weapons?” Yosamu asked.
“Only the hunters with their poaching knives and wooden bows. Other than that we have hoes and sickles. That’s it...” Gragas replied.
Yosamu cursed under his breath then began pushing to the front amidst the incoming stream of people. His chakra steadily rose, but he didn't awaken his Sharingan yet. No, this will be over before he can bat an eye.
Chapter XIV: ...
能力|OTHER
Doujikiri Yasutsuna | 童子切 ヤスツナ:
A blade that holds all Yosamu dreads, the carnage and destruction locked away in its curved katana finish. This blade is used to deal merciless blows without a conscience. It was forged from the hard igneous rocks of the mountains and valleys in which Yosamu spent approximately 3 years to make, its blue tint was a result of precious earth minerals being melted and pounded into shape.
The Crissaegrim | Blessed Wind | 恵まれた風:
The blade that he exalts, his innocence stored within this blade forged from the molten metal of his prized weapon, the Uchihagatana named Itsuki. Many a shinobi have tasted the fury of this blade, but all on the count purification, he believes he sends his victims to a better place, a higher place free of suffering and the stress of mortal coil. It was this blade that he used to rid himself Nocturne with the help of Lilith the Griffin.
(写輪眼) The Sharingan
Is the Dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha clan that appears selectively among its members. Derived from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Rinne Sharingan, its own individual form first manifested in her grandson Indra Ōtsutsuki, the ancestor of the Uchiha clan. It later became regarded as one of the Three Great Dōjutsu (三大瞳術, San Daidōjutsu, Literally meaning: Three Great Eye Techniques), along with the Byakugan and the Rinnegan.
A blade that holds all Yosamu dreads, the carnage and destruction locked away in its curved katana finish. This blade is used to deal merciless blows without a conscience. It was forged from the hard igneous rocks of the mountains and valleys in which Yosamu spent approximately 3 years to make, its blue tint was a result of precious earth minerals being melted and pounded into shape.
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The Crissaegrim | Blessed Wind | 恵まれた風:
The blade that he exalts, his innocence stored within this blade forged from the molten metal of his prized weapon, the Uchihagatana named Itsuki. Many a shinobi have tasted the fury of this blade, but all on the count purification, he believes he sends his victims to a better place, a higher place free of suffering and the stress of mortal coil. It was this blade that he used to rid himself Nocturne with the help of Lilith the Griffin.
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(写輪眼) The Sharingan
Is the Dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai of the Uchiha clan that appears selectively among its members. Derived from Kaguya Ōtsutsuki's Rinne Sharingan, its own individual form first manifested in her grandson Indra Ōtsutsuki, the ancestor of the Uchiha clan. It later became regarded as one of the Three Great Dōjutsu (三大瞳術, San Daidōjutsu, Literally meaning: Three Great Eye Techniques), along with the Byakugan and the Rinnegan.
(風-火遁) The Wind & Fire Elements
Yosamu, despite being an Uchiha held a primary specialty over Wind release allowing him all the techniques with a single hand seal, his second specialty is Katon as with the bloodline of his clan and he is able to perform techniques of this release with faster hand seals.
(北極) Arctic Earth Release
A unique nature type which was created from Yosamu's Doton, Suiton, and Fūton chakra coming together in unison. This creates a frozen earth element more commonly known as permafrost. With it he's been said to call upon a third saber, The Sword of Nocturne, which leaves opponents frostbitten with the coldness of the Bat Sage's wrath.
(体術) Taijutsu
Having mastered the art of stealth as a fiend in the night Yosamu also learned to master his body, to always be in control. As such he became faster than the average, and was more deadly in hand to hand combat. His victims often times couldn't even see it coming.
(封印術) Fūinjutsu
(北極) Arctic Earth Release
A unique nature type which was created from Yosamu's Doton, Suiton, and Fūton chakra coming together in unison. This creates a frozen earth element more commonly known as permafrost. With it he's been said to call upon a third saber, The Sword of Nocturne, which leaves opponents frostbitten with the coldness of the Bat Sage's wrath.
(体術) Taijutsu
Having mastered the art of stealth as a fiend in the night Yosamu also learned to master his body, to always be in control. As such he became faster than the average, and was more deadly in hand to hand combat. His victims often times couldn't even see it coming.
(封印術) Fūinjutsu
Yosamu had learned the art of sealing along his travels and as such always has a few seals on his body as well as a set of blank scrolls for fast action:
( Ura Shishō Fūinjutsu ) - Reverse Four Symbols Sealing Technique
(Kuchiyose: Raikō Kenka) - Summoning: Lightning Blade Creation
( Ura Shishō Fūinjutsu ) - Reverse Four Symbols Sealing Technique
Rank: S-Rank
Type: Offensive
Range: Short – Mid
Chakra cost: 40
Damage points: 80
Description: This is a sealing jutsu that is placed upon the users body, setting it to activate on the users death. It seals everything within a large, nearby, spherical into the users body.
Note: Can only be activated upon the users death.
Note: The placement of this seal must be stated on the user's biography.
Type: Offensive
Range: Short – Mid
Chakra cost: 40
Damage points: 80
Description: This is a sealing jutsu that is placed upon the users body, setting it to activate on the users death. It seals everything within a large, nearby, spherical into the users body.
Note: Can only be activated upon the users death.
Note: The placement of this seal must be stated on the user's biography.
Rank: B-Rank
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short
Chakra cost: N/A (-5 per tool/weapon)
Damage points: N/A
Description: This is a special "ninja tool summon" that allows the user to seal basic ninja tools, like shurikens, kunais, swords, etc into sealing marks placed on their clothes or their body. The ninja tools can be summoned in an instant just by touching the sealing "marks". The greatest advantage of this technique is that the time between taking out a ninja tool, taking the right stance and actually throwing it is greatly reduced and one can unleash a barrage of weapons with great speed in a small time window. Also when a weapon such as a Fūma Shuriken is summoned, the time needed to throw it can be further shortened by having prepared the weapon in fully extended form beforehand. Sasuke even shown that you can have the weapons connected to wires and linked to their sealing marks and used the technique in sealing marks he placed in his wrist bracers.
Note: Can summon up to 30 basic tools per sealing mark and can have up to 2 sealing marks.
(On both his wrists and one on his right thigh)
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short
Chakra cost: N/A (-5 per tool/weapon)
Damage points: N/A
Description: This is a special "ninja tool summon" that allows the user to seal basic ninja tools, like shurikens, kunais, swords, etc into sealing marks placed on their clothes or their body. The ninja tools can be summoned in an instant just by touching the sealing "marks". The greatest advantage of this technique is that the time between taking out a ninja tool, taking the right stance and actually throwing it is greatly reduced and one can unleash a barrage of weapons with great speed in a small time window. Also when a weapon such as a Fūma Shuriken is summoned, the time needed to throw it can be further shortened by having prepared the weapon in fully extended form beforehand. Sasuke even shown that you can have the weapons connected to wires and linked to their sealing marks and used the technique in sealing marks he placed in his wrist bracers.
Note: Can summon up to 30 basic tools per sealing mark and can have up to 2 sealing marks.
(On both his wrists and one on his right thigh)
主題歌 |THEME SONG AND BACKGROUND MUSIC
戦い |BATTLES
Yosamu vs Liliana |
Yosamu vs Alexander | Pending
Yosamu vs Kotaro |
Yosamu vs Saito |
Yosamu vs Urek |
Yosamu vs Tobirama |
Yosamu vs Hana Suzuki |
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Yosamu vs Alexander | Pending
Yosamu vs Kotaro |
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Yosamu vs Saito |
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Yosamu vs Urek |
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Yosamu vs Tobirama |
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Yosamu vs Hana Suzuki |
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Note: This biography is an update of
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