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Himitsuraku [Naruto RP]

'Fucking hell, I hate this...'

Tsuruwa had a lot on his mind. When doesn't he? Two major clans pestering him for marriage arrangements and petty disputes, policework stacking on top of his desk, official state visits, meetings, agreements, disputes, compromises, you name it. So much was on his plate, in fact, that he was tempted to abstain from this meeting. If it weren't for the personal request of the Lady Hokage, he wouldn't have shown up. But now that he has, he's faced with an almost insurmountable problem.

Surrounding him are his K12. The best of the best (supposedly) that the Land of Fire had to offer. In honestly, he was surprised the Lady Hogake was able to scrounge up so much raw talent. Though he did question the choices of personalities. Uzumaki's? Volunteers? Hell, even Kumo's and Hyuga's. As if he had enough people putting targets on his back... Well, at least he was chosen to lead them. He held faith that he could make the K12 into a great fighting force.

And a great fighting force they'd need to be. One of the Land of Fire's greatest enemies, Yusuke, was sitting right across from him. Talking nonchalantly, as if they haven't traded blows in the past. No one knows the extent of this prick's evil. Oh, how Tsuruwa wishes he could trap him in a prison of wood and kill him on the spot. But that would be to easy... It would make him just like Yusuke. No, if he had to fight his brother, it would be at Tsuruwa's own game. Beaurocracy, boardrooms, and backstabbing deals.

Taking a deep breath and mentally going over what to say, Tsuruwa spoke up. "With all do respect, Lady Hokage, I still believe it to be in our best interest to distance ourselves from the Kaminarion Company. Diplomatic missions and matters of state are best left to the public offices, not the private eye." It took all his willpower to be composed and elegant in his speech. But his Sharingan was keeping track of his brother. Even in a boardroom, filled with powerful people on his side, it's best Tsuruwa air's on the side of caution.

"Of course, if Mr. Yusuke and Mrs. Akane wish to lend their opinions and thoughts on certain matters of state, they are more than welcome to do so."

My Hero Academia: Just Another Hero, Act 2

MATSURU YAOYOROZU

"... Motherfucker took my spot."

So his old classmates did remember him. Not only that, the overachiever Izanagi took his firstplace spot. His! The one that should rightfully say YAOYOROZU MATSUR. But noooooo, it just has to be taken by chiken-wing over here! Ohhhh when he gets his hands on-

Matsuru had to consciously take a few moments to calm himself down. His old pride was starting to sink in. "Heh... And here I was thinking I left this kind of thought back in UA." It did help him that Rin was in class, even though she was trying to get a rile out of him. Some things will never truly change...

No matter how weird the concept of the Furious Five was to him, Matsu was still happy that he was still considered among the strongest... Even though he doesn't have much to show for it. Thinking on the idea a little, He was glad it was Izanagi as number one. Reiji, in his eyes, was too much of a recluse to have a title like "The Strongest". And Jace was, well, Jace. Does Matsuru truly believe that Izanagi is stronger than him? Hell, no. He may not be as prideful as before, but Matsu knows he could easily win against him. But being labeled "The Strongest" is so much more than just pure power. It's a brand, a title, a duty, a sacrifice. He knows where this pipeline can lead, and the only one that could come out alive from that is Blackbeak.

Matsuru offers a small, sincere smile to his classmate. After, he retreats back to the back wall of the classroom to do what he does best. Observe the surroundings. He positions himself close to Rin before he opens back up his book and continues reading. He isn't a very openly romantic person, unlike his girlfriend. He often best shows his love for people by smaller gestures. To him, being able to be close to someone and enjoy their presence is one of the best displays of affection. After a bit, he gets off the wall. He sits on the ground, right next to her desk, and leans on the leg of the desk. He quietly hums to himself as he waits for the passage of the class. He knows that they have an hour to prepare for the mock fight, but he already has everything he needs.

~ONE HOUR LATER~

Matsuru hated the school gym uniforms. They're so... form fitting. He has an extremely lean and muscular build. A build which normally wouldn't be on display as such. Namely due to him wearing very loose fitting, plain cloths. He felt naked, in a weird way. He looked himself up and down in the locker room mirror, as if critiquing a sculpture. It was an old habit from his father. He always made sure he looked healthy and presentable before he went out.

"Kyoya, does this outfit make my shoulders look too big?" He asked his peer as they were leaving the locker room. Yes, they were technically opponents, but it still doesn't mean the two of them can't banter back and forth before the fight.

The bright sun blinded him for a moment as they entered the Sigma Training Zone. It took him a moment before the visage of his old friend registered...

The last time Matsu even saw Itoshi was back in his dreamscape, during the Nomu fight. He was the other boy on that beach. Matsuru tended not to think too much about the Spider Hero. Mainly by the fact that the two of them hated eachother.

It was a story as old as time. Matsuru was the snobby, rich kid that did everything he could to prove he was better than the rest. Itoshi was the middle-of-nowhere kid that was a natural at everything. Matsuru worked extremely hard to get to where he is. Itoshi put little effort into academics, and ended up becoming valedictorian (Matsu was salutatorian). And, of course, Rin was the glue that held the three of them together.

They were much friendlier when they were younger. But as the two got older, a divide was driven between them. Arguments, fights, brawls, you name it. Matsuru still chuckles about the memory to this day. Yeah, Itoshi may have become the #1 hero. But Matsuru got something even better, something that Itoshi didn't.
He got the girl.

"C'mon now Yaomatsu, don't be an uptight Little Goblin Jr! Don't be ashamed that your best friend is rubbing his achievements through your face. Oh and Rin, you look beautiful as ever, I heard you rejected being the Himura's leader and passed it on to your niece,

Matsuru didn't give Spiderman the time of day. He walked right past him, making sure to give him a bit of a shoulder check. He walked over to Rin and said "So... Looks like we're teaming up again. When was the last time we fought together? Was it back during that first Nomu attack?"

My Hero Academia: Just Another Hero, Act 2

MATSURU YAOYOROZU

"Oh shit... Here we go again."

This felt almost like a severe case of deja vu. Leaning on the back wall of the class, head buried in book, Matsuru couldn't help but feel a weird sense of nostalgia. What was only a short amount of time ago, though felt like lifetimes, Matsuru was being first introduced to the new wave of first years in Class 1B. He sighs as he remembers how that day went... Thinking back on how he threw a book at Yusuke, he came to the conclusion that it could have definitely gone better.

Now, here they are all back. For better or for worse. In his hands was a collection of short stories about Yuuki-Onna. Not his preferred choice of reading, but he wanted to get to know more about the mythos. A small purple hue emanated from his eyes. Not enough to be obvious, but just enough to be noticeable. His quirk, Judgement Gaze, was active. Both in a way to read faster, but also to observe his surroundings while he reads.

There were still some familiar faces around him. Haru, Jun, and Akira just to name a few. He wanted to approach them, to speak about what happened in Shibuya. To share the truth, that he had once encountered Keyaru... How many of them knew about the first time the public encountered a Nomu? As much as his body yearned to confide in his teammates, he kept it to himself. "No, it's not a good time now... We just got back from an intense battle. Best save it for a later time." He thought to himself.

The announcement of the new female class rep and her outburst was largely ignored by Matsuru. It's rhetoric he's heard a thousand times. In truth, he can barely even think about the supposed mock battle between his old class, 2A, and his new peers, 1B. His mind is still occupied with more important matters. He woke to news that his father's, Norma Yaoyorozu, was planning a company conference in Otheon. Only than to learn that his class was going there for a trip... He didn't like his Hero Education crossing paths with his past. Outside of Rin, he barely speaks to anyone about his childhood and life before UA. It was a different Matsuru back then... He wants to keep it that way. "Speaking of which... Where is Rin?". He wanted to visit her for a while. Hell, he hasn't even seen her since the aftermath of Shibuya. But conflicts kept popping up at the worst times, always delaying his visit. He knows she doesn't hate him for it, but still...

When Reiji, Izanagi, and Ace stepped up to center stage, Matsu put his book down. It never escaped him that they were here for something important. Was it to oversee the class? He thought Rin and himself already had that covered. He knew them, of course. They were his classmates. But their familiarity stops at that. There was a starch difference between Matsu and the other 2A senpai's in the class. That being, of course, Shibuya.

"I believe this is the first time we've met? I'm Akizuki Reiji, the Male Class President for 2A..."

The perfectionist side of Matsuru stung a bit when he heard Reiji announce himself as the Male Class President. "That's bullshit. I know I wasn't around for the past few weeks, but why couldn't I..."Before Matsuru could finish that thought, memories flooded in his mind. Memories of skipping class to train by himself, self-imposed study sessions that kept him away from class, those long nights spent with Rin... Yeah, he knows why he wasn't even asked to be class rep.

After the formal introductions from his classmates went by, he decided to speak up. "I wouldn't be so quick to count them out." He stopped leaning on the back wall and stood up fully. His face is still a bit scarred from the fight in Shibuya. His legs have regrown fully, thanks to the Nomu's quirk. "We're their senpai's, yes. But as far as my opinion? Many of them outclass the five of us simply by the fight we had in Shibuya." Matsuru's expecting his words to fall on deaf ears. Do these people even remember him? Who knows. If it is true that he will be fighting alongside his four classmates from 2A against his peers from 1B, does that give him an advantage or a disadvantage? Even with his quirk still active, Matsuru was having a hard time deciding one or the other...
This was surely going to turn out to be an interesting year.

"..."
"Wait, please don't tell me I'm a part of this Furious Five."

My Hero Academia: Just Another Hero, Act 2

Matsuru

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Yaoyorozu Matsuru

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ
The Observant Hero, Sherlock

ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ
27-9=20XX (19 years old)

ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Matsuru was born a gifted child into the Yaoyoruzu clan. Being given the best education and tutors money could buy, he spent most of his childhood in some form of academia. He excelled in his studies, and quickly gained a reputation in his clan for his quick mind and acute perception (aided by his quirk).

He followed in the steps of his older cousin, Momo, and enrolled into UA. When he first attended classes, he was truly only focused on completing the courses to become a hero. In his mind, duty triumphed over all. Through the aid of Rin and his peers, he soon came to learn that there is more to being a hero than duty. In essence, he “gained some humanity” from his time in UA.

Now forming a close bond with Rin, he decided to follow her to Uni. Enrolling through recommendation, he quickly honed his quirk and mind to the best of his abilities. As of recently, he’s a member of Endeavor’s agency, acting as its Student Advisor.

Matsuru is very academic focused. He loves to read Victorian era literature and poetry, and is frequently studying or training during his free time. His drive to be a hero is kind of twofold. First reason is simple: he's a genuinely decent guy. Level headed, confident, and emotionally sound. He’s able to put things into perspective with a level of maturity that someone much older than him would have. He’s seen what villains can do, he also knows he has an extremely powerful quirk. In his mind, becoming a hero is not just a matter of fate, it’s a matter of duty. The second is a more selfish reason. It could be considered his flaw. He’s always had an obsessive curiosity over his quirk, Judgement Gaze. Constantly pushing its limits not because of a drive to become stronger but because of a curiosity to see how far he can push it. He is, at heart, a curious man. And his own obsessive curiosity of his own limitations could easily be used against him

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Observation
Cardio-Based exercises
Orienteering
Reading (has an immense love for, as stated above, victorian era literature)
Academics

ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
Notepad & pencil
A rather beefy book, used for both utility & offense (if needed)

Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Judgement Gaze - Awakened

When activated, Matsuru’s eyes glow purple. He gains, within a range of 80 meters, the ability to see in the dark and deduce patterns into simpler forms. This allows him to do a multitude of things. Learn anything at a more rapid pace, discern someone’s next action through their “body language”, have an overall heightened perception, and have increased cognitive function.

Throughout Matsuru’s decade-and-a-half of intensive training and studying, he’s elevated his quirk’s potential to a new level. He is able to, effectively, copy someone else’s quirk. This is done through a complicated process that he has split into two categories, analysis and comprehension. In layman's terms, the more he observes someone using a quirk + his own comprehension of how the many concepts behind said quirk = his success in replicating the quirk. More esoteric quirks and ones he has spent little to no time observing are incredibly hard for him to replicate.

There are also limitations to his copying ability. No matter how much effort he puts into the analysis and comprehension stages, his copies will never be as powerful as the original quirks. There is also the time it takes to perfect his copy. Just like any skill or field of learning, it takes studying and effort for Matsuru to make a safe, serviceable copy. Of course, he could use his heightened cognition when he activates Judgement Gaze to speed the process along, but rushing anything in life could lead to disastrous consequences. The same is for Matsuru's quirk. If he rushes the process of copying a quirk, he might end up injuring himself while activating it.

CURRENT COPIED QUIRKS
Creation (got it from Yaoyorozu)
Limited ice manipulation (learnt it from Rin)
Ice Resplendence/Telepathic BS (learnt it from Harpy)
Fire combustion (picked it up when he first fought Keyaru)
Regeneration (subconsciously learnt it while fighting clap, may have had help from Yusuke)
Superspeed (observing Himekishi Erza during the 1A bout)
Metalkinesis (observing Alya Silvanova's fight with 1A)

Fenix Tear [Invite | Ask Only]

Ifrit's entrance with Elektra was unexpected, even for him. What he thought was going to be a simple observation quest has derailed. In fact, he still isn't fully aware of the extent that the rabbit hole goes. All he knows for certain is this. He has found himself in a situation where he has to talk politics with Mrs. Iceberg herself, Setsuka. Moreso, he is doing it at the behest of Elektra. It almost felt like a badly written joke.

He knew exactly why Elektra brought him here. It wasn't for his temporal might, or his high-ranking positing in the guild. No, it's because he's one of the only mages in Fenix Tear that's diplomatically inclined. Call it experience working under Jellal, or his time shmoozing the higher ups in White Creed to give him certain information. But his gift of gab is almost unmatched. Ifrit's also one of the few people that has seen firsthand what a complete loss against the demonic horde can do... At least, he thinks that's what those visions are. As eccentic and... forward Elektra can be, he knows he can trust her judgement in dire situations.

Before Ifrit spoke up, he awakened his Eye of God. His iris' and pupils now embellished in a golden hue and adorned in a grandfather clock aesthetic. The flow of time around him was immense, almost nauseating. 'Well, this is what happens when you put one too many powerhouses in a confined area.' He thought to himself. After a few seconds of fine tuning, he was able to focus onto Kaiga's flow... Wherever Kaiga got himself into. Now knowing the general path to take, he sprouted a Thought Projection of himself. With the orders to Retrieve Kaiga from wherever he may be. Without missing a beat, the Projection sprung into action. With the more immediate situation now dealt with, Ifrit gave his undivided attention to Setsuka.

"The White Creed was simply a means to an end, Lady Setsuka. A catalyst for me to discover an unknown magic. One only I can wield." He baited his breath. "With all due respect to your Icy Domain, you will stand no chance against this incursion. You will be utterly annihilated, left as nothing more than a footnote in the annals of history." Whether it was Ifrit's intention or not, the small space around him began to distort. As if the ebb and flow of time itself was breaking and remolding around Ifrit. "You claim that your eyes see the depth of mine. A fantasy of yours, I take? If your sight is, as you claim, to be as perceptive as mine. Than tell me this. Have you ever peered into the edges of written history? Pondered the sight of what was, what is, and what will be? I doubt it. Because my Eye of God sees all. It sees your hubris. Your pride. But it also sees your staunch protection of your lands." Not noticing the flux of temporal anomalies around him, Ifrit stopped his speech for a moment. He waved his hand in front of him, dispelling the anomalies and deactivating his Eye of God.

"I know it is well within your right as sovereign to dismiss our proposed alliance. But trust me when I say that this dismissal will be the final chapter of Iceberg's history. I have seen it firsthand... Apocalypse. Utter destruction and Annihilation of all that we know. Without your aid, we are doomed to fail. If you cannot convince yourself to align with the mages, than do it for your own people."

Himitsuraku [Naruto RP]

Tsuruwa

木ノ葉 １２
木ノ葉 １２

Konoha 12

_{^D.O.B April 1 | ^Age 19 ^y.o | ^Sato Konoha | ^Region Madoka | ^Rank Chūnin | ^Caste Nenha}

Mimoto
Mimoto

Tsuruwa

Shigoto
Shigoto

Police

Joretsu
Joretsu

A

外伝
外伝

Flashback

_Monogatari
A conjoined existence of two prominent bloodlines through an intended eugenic matrimony and political symbiosis to uphold the founding flame of the will of fire, Tsuruwa serves as the pipeline between the dwindling pedigrees of the Senju and Uchiha. A meticulous figure and police lieutenant of bureaucraric astuteness in the political scene of Konoha, Tsuruwa matured early and flew too close to the sun for his own good, struggling idealistically while the world edges him to make tougher decisions. An existence of such duality either make or break.

Tsuruwa and Yusuke are estranged, superfecundated twins with the same mother from the Uchiha but two distinct fathers, in Tsuruwa's paternity's a Senju while his brother's father's a Yamanaka, as peculiar as it sounds.

To the biased eyes of both clans meddling, Tsuruwa is the golden crane while his brother, Yusuke is the ugly duckling, an accident and just as Tsuruwa's born lucky, Yusuke's just lucky to be born. Tsuruwa is torn in between his dual nature yet cling for comfort in his father's side while afraid of his mother's side due to the Senju's scrutiny towards the Uchiha. A tale so infamous within the minorities, abhoring the Uchiha.

Questioning his existence, Tsuruwa believes he can make a difference, whatever it takes. He hasn't even chosen his last name and which clan will he sort himself into while it's evident that his brother not only knows what his own desires, Yusuke has aligned with the Uchiha name, without question. The brothers are not only distant yet they even once lived in the same house.

During the Konoha Civil War, the brothers awakened their Sharingan at 3-years old and still vividly remember the boogeyman, clan killer, Itachi. Not a mere memory that Tsuruwa wished to simply undone since the boogeyman was clearly why he's left with the affairs of the founding clans. At the height of Pein's catastrophic event that scarred the village, Tsuruwa's parents died.

Suddenly a spark was ignited, Tsuruwa can contemplate all he wants on why he exists but he's realized how Konoha isn't as it truly seems to be, he remembered the revolutionary speech of Uchiha Sasuke's public execution of Shimura Danzo, as Sasuke wanted to become Hokage and change the village.

Tsuruwa entertains the dream of becoming a Hokage, much like Uchiha Madara, his Great Grandfather and the First Hokage.

Currently, Tsuruwa's part of the Konoha 12, the elite battalion of the Fifth Hokage, whose campaign's about reforming the village and crucial dealings with the Land of Spring, formerly the Land of Snow and against Uruha, for the past three years, he's been in constant warfare with them, especially against Yusuke, on numerous occasions.

Out of brotherly respect, Tsuruwa refuses to snitch Yusuke out, wishing that he comes clean of his misdeeds, rather it's because of the Fūinjutsu Blood Pact that he co-signed with their blood that seals said agreement.

性格
性格

Individuality

_Kokoronaka
If anything sets Tsuruwa apart from his peers, it will be his genuine smile amidst all things, he's soft spoken and courteous.

Aside from politics he is a deeply pensive person, acting like there's something on his mind, no different from his brother. He loves companionship and training, but often relegates himself to observing from afar. Its almost a complete opposite to how he is politically or whenever he is in a leadership position.

When he gets to act like himself, he drops the mask. Which reveals his true self. A tired boy who was thrusted into an extremely powerful position. Someone whose trying to mold his family back into what he saw them as, while contemplating his existence and what is it he truly desire.

Kirainamono
Kirainamono

Hates

_Kirai
- Injustice
- Sweet Foods
- Lack of initiative

Sukinamono
Sukinamono

Likes

_Suki
- Udon Soba
- Crane Aviary
- Icha Icha Tactics

忍道
忍道

Ninja Way

Restoration

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Tsuruwa's Combat Sheet

木ノ葉 中忍
木ノ葉 中忍

692 | Jan | 31 | 19 ^yo

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自己
自己

Tsuruwa

The dichotomy between the Uchiha and Senju, ones path in the crossroads while aspiring to be the next Hokage, Tsuruwa embraces trials with a graceful smile and moves forward, earnestly while keeping it pensive. Although birds with the similar feather like his younger twin brother, Yusuke, his resolute justice do not see eye to eye to his brother's radically Robinhoodesque, vigilante approach as Tsuruwa sets himself to find the common good amidst the bad. He fights for his cause while he is suffering inside.

戦場
戦場

A

Ninjutsu Specialist | Chakra Potency | Political Smarts
^{Clan Affinity:} Wood | ^{Personal Affinity:} Wind

Supplementary Skills

Concealment | Disguise | Substitution | Cloning | Body Flicker | Genjutsu Kai | Areascan

Shinobi Inventory

Kekkei Genkai: Kajitsumura | A-Rank | Senjutsu
_{Primary Jutsu}
Mokusashiki | Mokutebuki | Mokujoheki | Wood Clone | Signal Seeds
_{Ultra Senju Art}
Kakujai Kourin

The celebrated bloodline rarity even among the Senju clan, Tsuruwa has not only the body to hone natural energy, as a descendant of Senju Hashirama, he is listed as one of the few to awakened Wood Style.

Tsuruwa possesses a Wood Style variant, focusing on versatile prehensile junglevines, apart from the conventional woods. He can make an explosive fruity Wood Style bombs of apple/peaches, banana-shuriken & sakurakunai themed leafblades. While natural energy blooms in tandem with his Wood, Tsuruwa only generates small doses of Senjutsu Chakra.

Whenever Tsuruwa swings his Wood, it has its fruity aesthetic in visuals.

Kekkei Mōra: Sharingan | S-Rank | Storylocked

Himitsuraku [Naruto RP]

Tsuruwa

木ノ葉 １２
木ノ葉 １２

Konoha 12

_{^D.O.B April 1 | ^Age 18 ^y.o | ^Sato Konoha | ^Region Madoka | ^Rank Chūnin | ^Caste Nenha}

Mimoto
Mimoto

Tsuruwa

Shigoto
Shigoto

Police

Joretsu
Joretsu

A

外伝
外伝

Flashback

_Monogatari
A conjoined existence of two prominent bloodlines through an intended eugenic matrimony and political symbiosis to uphold the founding flame of the will of fire, Tsuruwa serves as the pipeline between the dwindling pedigrees of the Senju and Uchiha. A meticulous figure and police lieutenant of bureaucraric astuteness in the political scene of Konoha, Tsuruwa matured early and flew too close to the sun for his own good, struggling idealistically while the world edges him to make tougher decisions. An existence of such duality either make or break.

Tsuruwa and Yusuke are estranged, superfecundated twins with the same mother from the Uchiha but two distinct fathers, in Tsuruwa's paternity's a Senju while his brother's father's a Yamanaka, as peculiar as it sounds.

To the biased eyes of both clans meddling, Tsuruwa is the golden crane while his brother, Yusuke is the ugly duckling, an accident and just as Tsuruwa's born lucky, Yusuke's just lucky to be born. Tsuruwa is torn in between his dual nature yet cling for comfort in his father's side while afraid of his mother's side due to the Senju's scrutiny towards the Uchiha. A tale so infamous within the minorities, abhoring the Uchiha.

Questioning his existence, Tsuruwa believes he can make a difference, whatever it takes. He hasn't even chosen his last name and which clan will he sort himself into while it's evident that his brother not only knows what his own desires, Yusuke has aligned with the Uchiha name, without question. The brothers are not only distant yet they even once lived in the same house.

During the Konoha Civil War, the brothers awakened their Sharingan at 3-years old and still vividly remember the boogeyman, clan killer, Itachi. Not a mere memory that Tsuruwa wished to simply undone since the boogeyman was clearly why he's left with the affairs of the founding clans. At the height of Pein's catastrophic event that scarred the village, Tsuruwa's parents died.

Suddenly a spark was ignited, Tsuruwa can contemplate all he wants on why he exists but he's realized how Konoha isn't as it truly seems to be, he remembered the revolutionary speech of Uchiha Sasuke's public execution of Shimura Danzo, as Sasuke wanted to become Hokage and change the village.

Tsuruwa entertains the dream of becoming a Hokage, much like Uchiha Madara, his Great Grandfather and the First Hokage.

Currently, Tsuruwa's part of the Konoha 12, the elite battalion of the Fifth Hokage, whose campaign's about reforming the village and crucial dealings with the Land of Spring, formerly the Land of Snow and against Uruha, for the past three years, he's been in constant warfare with them, especially against Yusuke, on numerous occasions.

Out of brotherly respect, Tsuruwa refuses to snitch Yusuke out, wishing that he comes clean of his misdeeds, rather it's because of the Fūinjutsu Blood Pact that he co-signed with their blood that seals said agreement.

性格
性格

Individuality

_Kokoronaka
If anything sets Tsuruwa apart from his peers, it will be his genuine smile amidst all things, he's soft spoken and courteous.

Aside from politics he is a deeply pensive person, acting like there's something on his mind, no different from his brother. He loves companionship and training, but often relegates himself to observing from afar. Its almost a complete opposite to how he is politically or whenever he is in a leadership position.

When he gets to act like himself, he drops the mask. Which reveals his true self. A tired boy who was thrusted into an extremely powerful position. Someone whose trying to mold his family back into what he saw them as, while contemplating his existence and what is it he truly desire.

Kirainamono
Kirainamono

Hates

_Kirai
- Injustice
- Sweet Foods
- Lack of initiative

Sukinamono
Sukinamono

Likes

_Suki
- Udon Soba
- Crane Aviary
- Icha Icha Tactics

忍道
忍道

Ninja Way

Restoration

---

Himitsuraku [Naruto RP]

Tsuruwa

木ノ葉 １２
木ノ葉 １２

Konoha 12

_{^D.O.B April 1 | ^Age 18 ^y.o | ^Sato Konoha | ^Region Madoka | ^Rank Chūnin | ^Caste Nenha}

Mimoto
Mimoto

Tsuruwa

Shigoto
Shigoto

Police

Joretsu
Joretsu

A

外伝
外伝

Flashback

_Monogatari
A conjoined existence of two prominent bloodlines through an intended eugenic matrimony and political symbiosis to uphold the founding flame of the will of fire, Tsuruwa serves as the pipeline between the dwindling pedigrees of the Senju and Uchiha. A meticulous figure and police lieutenant of bureaucraric astuteness in the political scene of Konoha, Tsuruwa matured early and flew too close to the sun for his own good, struggling idealistically while the world edges him to make tougher decisions. An existence of such duality either make or break.

Tsuruwa and Yusuke are estranged, superfecundated twins with the same mother from the Uchiha but two distinct fathers, in Tsuruwa's paternity's a Senju while his brother's father's a Yamanaka, as peculiar as it sounds.

To the biased eyes of both clans meddling, Tsuruwa is the golden crane while his brother, Yusuke is the ugly duckling, an accident and just as Tsuruwa's born lucky, Yusuke's just lucky to be born. Tsuruwa is torn in between his dual nature yet cling for comfort in his father's side while afraid of his mother's side due to the Senju's scrutiny towards the Uchiha. A tale so infamous within the minorities, abhoring the Uchiha.

Questioning his existence, Tsuruwa believes he can make a difference, whatever it takes. He hasn't even chosen his last name and which clan will he sort himself into while it's evident that his brother not only knows what his own desires, Yusuke has aligned with the Uchiha name, without question. The brothers are not only distant yet they even once lived in the same house.

During the Konoha Civil War, the brothers awakened their Sharingan at 3-years old and still vividly remember the boogeyman, clan killer, Itachi. Not a mere memory that Tsuruwa wished to simply undone since the boogeyman was clearly why he's left with the affairs of the founding clans. At the height of Pein's catastrophic event that scarred the village, Tsuruwa's parents died.

Suddenly a spark was ignited, Tsuruwa can contemplate all he wants on why he exists but he's realized how Konoha isn't as it truly seems to be, he remembered the revolutionary speech of Uchiha Sasuke's public execution of Shimura Danzo, as Sasuke wanted to become Hokage and change the village.

Tsuruwa entertains the dream of becoming a Hokage, much like Uchiha Madara, his Great Grandfather and the First Hokage.

Currently, Tsuruwa's part of the Konoha 12, the elite battalion of the Fifth Hokage, whose campaign's about reforming the village and crucial dealings with the Land of Spring, formerly the Land of Snow and against Uruha, for the past three years, he's been in constant warfare with them, especially against Yusuke, on numerous occasions.

Out of brotherly respect, Tsuruwa refuses to snitch Yusuke out, wishing that he comes clean of his misdeeds, rather it's because of the Fūinjutsu Blood Pact that he co-signed with their blood that seals said agreement.

性格
性格

Individuality

_Kokoronaka
If anything sets Tsuruwa apart from his peers, it will be his genuine smile amidst all things, he's soft spoken and courteous.

Aside from politics he is a deeply pensive person, acting like there's something on his mind, no different from his brother. He loves companionship and training, but often relegates himself to observing from afar. Its almost a complete opposite to how he is politically or whenever he is in a leadership position.

When he gets to act like himself, he drops the mask. Which reveals his true self. A tired boy who was thrusted into an extremely powerful position. Someone whose trying to mold his family back into what he saw them as, while contemplating his existence and what is it he truly desire.

Kirainamono
Kirainamono

Hates

_Kirai
- Injustice
- Sweet Foods
- Lack of initiative

Sukinamono
Sukinamono

Likes

_Suki
- Udon Soba
- Crane Aviary
- Icha Icha Tactics

忍道
忍道

Ninja Way

Restoration

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Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

MATSURU YAOYOROZU

"Dreams
Fleeting vestiges
Futile delusions from the eyes of gods eternal"

'Was I dreaming?
No, I'm sinking...
Floating?'

Matsuru felt incorporeal. His mind was hazy, like a fog overtaking a mountain village. In a strange sense he felt at peace. He was dying. Or dead. Or both? Nothing seemed to matter to him. And for once, the Observant Hero's mind fell silent amidst the lapping waves of blissful slumber.

... Wait, waves?

He awoke in a jolt, gasping for breath as if he was submerged underwater. When his head broke the surface of the ocean, all he could see was paradise. A beach on an abandoned island, ripe with life. He struggled to get onto shore. When he did he collapsed onto the sandy beach, turning onto his back and catching his breath. After a few minutes, he chuckled. He didn't know what was funny, it all just seemed so strange. Stranger, though, was the fact that he couldn't use any of his quirks. Not only the quirks he copied, but his Judgement Gaze as well did not want to work. "Strange." he muddled to himself. He walked over to a tree and leaned on its trunk. Feeling the brush of the wind on his face and the sway of the coconuts above filled him with an idyllic comfort. Like all the woes and worries of the battle were being washed away by the gentle rhythm of mother nature...

'The battle?
What battle?
Wait... I was fighting-
KEYARU!'

Matsuru practically jumped when the realization of everything that happened came back to him. He was at the cafe, he fought Slap, and... Keyaru came... What happened after? He looked down to his hands and legs, feeling something eerie. "Why does this feel... wrong." A quick glance around didn't reveal anything unordinary.

After he recollected, Matsuru summarized all that has happened. "I died... Or at least I think I did. My arm and leg shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here... But where exactly is here?" He was at a loss. He doesn't know where he is, how he got here, or what happened after he lost consciousness. "Only thing I can do is wait, I guess." Matsuru looked back to the tree he was leaning on minutes ago, as if expecting it too answer all his questions. "No chance you're a wise, mystical tree?" His half-given attempt at humor didn't illicit any laughter from the plants, but it sure did make him feel a little better.

"Darling, overcome your fear this time."

A whisper, so soft it could be mistaken for the sea foam, whisp'd over Matsuru. In a fraction of an instant, his senses sharpened. He looked back out to the ocean, now becoming more and more turbulent. Waves the size of a man started for form and crash into the sand. "Ri-?" He was cut off. A child's chuckle interrupted him. Started, he looked back. There were... three kids? 'No, that couldn't be.' Matsuru thought to himself, 'I would've known if there were other people here...' He slowly approached the three children. They were... playing with some toys on the beach. They seemed completely enthralled in their activities, so much so they didn't react to Matsuru as he got closer.

One kid had rime-frost blue hair, her eyes sparkled like snowflakes. One boy had curly auburn hair, and held an aura of mischievousness to him. And the other boy had lighter blue hair, with a twinkle of perfection in everything he did. Matsuru knew these kids... Wait he knew exactly what was happening. It was years ago, when he was little. His childhood friends came over that day to play with Matsuru. It was the first time they ever went to his house... He looked back on those memories very fondly. But memories don't sprout out of your brain and take shape in front of you.

"... Fuck me, I know where I am."

It was like in the old books Matsuru used to read. A detective, stumped in his investigation, gets a "Eurika!" moment. This was his mindscape... It was Harpy's quirk! Practically forgetting about the vision in front of him, he started cackling like a madman. "Snow Resplendence!! Matsuru, you idiot, how could you not think of that!" He yells in pity and excitement. He wasn't dead. He can still fight! He can still-

"If you go out there, you might die again?" A voice spoke up behind him. He turned back around to see the kid with blue hair speaking to him. The kid's eyes began to glow purple.

Matsuru chuckled a little and knelt down to get to his younger self's height. "I know."
"Your body subconsciously copied Clap's regenerative quirk, Yusuke probably had something to do with it."
"I know this."
"But even so, It won't be enough to save you again. If you go and fight again, you may truly die."
"I know, mini me. But even so, I have to go out."

A large wave formed in the horizon. It was tens of feet tall, practically a tsunami. Neither Matsuru or his younger self gave it any thought. The little one spoke up again. "Even though dad tortured us to become a hero... you still do it? Wouldn't that make you wanna stop helping?"

Matsuru gave it some thought. He could feel the direction of the wind changing. "It almost did. He melded me into his ideal image so well that I forgot what identity was."
"Than why do you still go out and fight?"
The wave was seconds from hitting the shore. But that question resonated strongly in Matsuru's mind. Why does he still go out to fight? The answer was simple, really.
"If you ever saw the Class, I'm sure you'd want to save them as well."
The wave engulfed the entire island, dragging everything into the murky depths

~~~

Matsuru practically bounded off the floor. Even though it was all in a fraction of a second, his Judgement Gaze allowed him to see everything. There was a meteor above, and Keyaru below. The other students were either fighting the monster of man or attempting to delay the meteor. His body move instinctually. He activated Rin's Quirk, Ice Manipulation. He willed a snowstorm to encompass the entire meteor. If he can have the ice infiltrate the cracks within the rock, the other student's will have an easier time breaking it apart. "Weaken the structure, and blow it apart." He mumbled to himself

The sky above him was frigid. Compared to the heat coming off the ground battle, Matsuru left the sky above a freezing temperature. Even now his muscles were screaming in exhaustion. But he knew he had to keep going. Forcing his Regeneration into overdrive to heal his body, He began plummoting back to the ground.

"Look to the sky, Hero's!" Matsuru yelled out. "Keyaru's meteor is weak, and he is beginning to waver! Victory is close at hand!! Do not waver now, keep pushing!"

He remembers in fantasy novels that the hero will sometimes give a rally cry in the midst of a battle to bolster his soldiers. Matsuru, by no means, thinks himself the protagonist. But, in truth, it felt right in the moment. Surely he'll look back on this moment and cringe.

If they all make it out alive.

Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

MATSURU YAOYOROZU

"This is it... We're dead..."
"This is where I die..."
"Keyaru... Dad... How does he know-"

He was here. Standing in front of him. That same sickening power, that sinister glare, that gaunt born of pure malice. Keyaru was here. Was this his dance macabre?

Matsuru thought he would be ready for their next encounter. He trained like there was no tomorrow. The voice of Matsuru's sickening father practically willed the young hero forward. There were days he would snap bones back in place to continue training. There were others Rin had to force Matsuru to stop training, Usually through ahem dubious methods.

But now, Matsuru realizes how futile all that training was. A fanciful tale born from the mind of a vindictive young man. There was no beating this man. There was no beating his eight bullets. He thinks he could hear Haru and Kanako yelling obscenities at Keyaru and his new companion.

"Don't... You'll die as well. Run. Just run. Run and don't look back."

He can't stand, he can't even activate his Judgement Gaze. His throat feels caked, he chokes on his own breath.

"Am I drowning? No... That's just my blood. My blood?"

It was all around him. Doused in his cloths, pooled on the floor around him, coming from his left arm... Wait, his arm?

"Wait... isn't there supposed to be a hand ther-"
He looked down, and only saw bone, sinew, and loose flesh hanging from below his left elbow.

Matsuru screamed. He yelled death, but nothing came out. His own blood pooling out of his mouth like a fountain. What was meant to be a shrill of terror came out as a pitiful whimper. He couldn't stand, he didn't know why. Was his leg blown off as well? Did he still have legs? He doesn't know.

All Matsuru could focus on was Keyaru. The man who he almost captured a few months back, the one that caused all of this. Matsuru didn't feel malice, nor anger, nor spite, nor hatred. There was only one thing he felt in that moment.

Fear

He was going to die. He could feel it. He wanted to yell at the others to run, but he couldn't even form the words in his mind. All that Matsuru Yaoyorozu, the Observant Hero Sherlock, could do was crawl towards Keyaru. He didn't get far, a stream of red followed him like a brush of paint on a canvas. His mind was gone, his vision blurred. All that was in his world right now was Keyaru and him.

A small brush of hold pricked his right hand. From the ground, he could see a brilliant flash of white hair in the distance.

"Rin?"
"Please, Rin."
"Help them."
"I'm sorry."

The last thing Matsuru saw before delving into unconsciousness were those wicked yellow eyes peering into him like a serpent.