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I eat negativity and shit out hopes and dreams. Like a tree, but for pessimism.
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6 yrs ago
Good news, I'm not failing out of my cooking course tomorrow! Bad news, it's only because I nearly sliced a chunk off my finger practicing for it and needed stitches.
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Desu before dishonour.
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7 yrs ago
It's days like today that I truly believe this ADHD is both a blessing AND a curse.
@DClassified As it turns out, the angry girl he had approached was not, in fact, Amalia Stark. This of course meant that he'd wasted valuable searching time trying to make his grand introduction to someone who in no way was even going to pretend to care, which was... well, disappointing, but at least it was practice, right?
However, after close to half an hour of flying around the school, Michael was beginning to wonder if that practice had all been for nothing. No matter where he looked, his search came up blank.
"Come on, it's not really that hard to find this one, single person, is it?"
I'm sure it's easier for most people. A sense of direction probably helps.
"Quiet you, let me think."
I am thought.
Michael ignored the voice as he sat down on the sword, hovering high above the school. Resting his chin in his hand, he started trying to think if there was any better way to go about this. Eventually though, he realised that anything else he tried wouldn't really matter, and instead just started making his way back to the 1-C dorms in the hopes that she'd already gotten there and he'd just missed her.
Just before he reached the entrance to the common room, he barely managed to avoid colliding with another student. The guy came around the corner at just the wrong moment, and Michael had to quickly desummon his swords and do this weird cartwheel-roll-flop to avoid him. Miraculously, he managed to land on his feet, and after a moment of letting that realization sink in, threw his arms into the air in a glorious victory pose. Eventually, he managed to drag himself out of his celebration and turn back to the guy.
"Jeez, barely even got to the school and I'm already way cooler than usual. Sure hope it lasts, huh?" He said with a grin. "I didn't see you in the common room before, so hey, I'm Michael!"
As he spoke, he gave this dumb little wave, hoping that it looked friendly and wouldn't just annoy the guy, but also not really caring that much after his awesome acrobatic feats.
@Ammokkx Yeah, I get what you're saying. Alright, I'm declaring now that twenty is the absolute cap. Probably won't even reach it, but if we do, it's there. That means two teams of ten, or potentially more. Gonna make a discord so I can at least pretend to be a diligent GM too in just a second.
@Hamon Honestly, I probably shouldn't because we're getting towards eighteen people now and I barely have faith in my ability to run something with five, but at the same time I want to let anyone who's interested in, because I know there isn't really much in this genre, especially in RP form. I might split the group down the middle and make two or more separate teams. That way we can all play and it shouldn't be too chaotic. Hopefully.
Cool, I think we could probably squeeze you both in!
Also, I was going to make an update anyway, so this seems like the perfect time. This is still a thing, it's not dead, and despite my asthma's best efforts, neither am I as of yet. Only problem is that I caught that friend I asked to make the map right in the middle of a bunch of exams and other school stuff, so it may still be a little while. Honestly thinking of maybe making a discord or something for this, so I can keep popping in to say it isn't dead without bloating this thread, and hey, maybe discuss some world questions and improvise world building every time you ask questions I haven't thought of myself yet!
Shirou flinched away as Makoto started shouting at him. He knew he really should trust that she wasn't going to start anything, but... Well, he still wasn't so sure... Of course, if he wanted to pass, he should probably also avoid antagonizing her if possiblein the interests of not being beaten up himself.
"O-ok, ok, I'm sorry for doubting you!" He said, holding up his hands and trying to keep the nervousness out of his smile, although he had little doubt the efforts were proving futile. "You have incredible s-self restraint and I'm sure you'll be able t-t-to remain in c-control!"
Thankfully, Yasu managed to distract her from continuing further with an unexpectedly heartfelt speech about how much their time together as a team meant to him. Also equally important, he agreed with Shirou's statement, which only added to the appreciation. Even if the praise left him a little embarrassed.
Before he could say anything though, he heard a voice that he had long since learnt not to expect anything good from. He reluctantly turned to see one of his main tormentors, one who had been targeting him since even before they started in the academy.
Mochi Genji. The two had met through his best and only friend outside his team, Kurimi, who just so happened to be the boys cousin, and ever since that day he'd looked down on Shirou. At this point, he generally knew exactly what to expect as soon as he heard Genji's voice. However, that wasn't what had him worried. In fact, he could say with pride that he was quite used to the bullying by now, and had learned to deal with it.
No, what did irritate him somewhat was the gaudy wakizashi he was flaunting around, all while insulting the quality of his family's own weapons. Except even a student blacksmith like him could see that the weapon was in no way suited for combat. Probably not even made for combat, when he thought about it. It looked like more of a decorative piece. The knowledge brought a frown to his face. Whoever sold the blade to Genji's parents should've made sure they were aware of that fact if they had any pride in their craft. To not do so could get the genin killed!
Before he could try to warn Genji of the danger the weapon could put him in however, the boy went ahead and decided to do it himself by jumping straight from insulting him and Yasu to something even Shirou understood was a poor excuse for flirting.
I should stop this before Makoto-san kil-
And then Makoto obliterated him, leaving Shirou to simply stare for a moment, mouth still half open to try and tell Genji to stop for his own safety.
Eventually, all he could do was bring the outstretched hand up over his face and sigh.
"Makoto-san..." He said, and even he was surprised by the frustration he heard in his voice. "I-... Why?.. Why-why-why, why, we j-just... just talked about this. I know Genji was being really rude, but what if th-this gets us disqualified?"
Also Genji's well being. He should probably be kind of worried about that too. He was a Mochi though, so he'd probably be fine.
"I... I hope we don't get kicked out already..." He said, before glancing back to his teammates again. "But maybe Yokoni-sensei might be able to talk anyone who wants us out to into letting us stay in. I'm sure she and the other Jonin-sensei's are watching us all in here, after all."
Bio: Zephel doesn't remember his parents, growing up instead with memories of a cozy little orphanage in the countryside. During his youth, he was extremely timid, often shying away from the other children. The only exception to this was his older brother, Notul. Friendly, brave and outgoing, Notul was the polar opposite of his brother in almost every way, and with a number of years on the boy that always seemed to change each time he was asked, he regularly attempted to help Zephel get over his shyness, both through kind words and teaching him how to fight. Zeph never won of course, but his brother would always tell him that if he kept trying, he'd be at least as good, if not better, than him. Of course, he'd always say he was nothing special anyway straight after. No matter what Zephel would do or say, Notul never gave up on him, simply smiling that same, confident grin all the while. The only thing that ever made that smile falter was when Zephel asked what happened to their parents. When this happened, the reaction was always the same.
"They died in a fire."
And with that the conversation would be over.
Of course, Zephel all but worshiped his brother as a hero, a sentiment which was shared by many of the other younger orphans. It was only his refusal to elaborate on the tale of their parents death which caused anything approaching scrutiny. Still, it was relatively minor compared to his adoration, so he was content to accept that the lack of explanation wasn't really a concern. It wasn't until he was thirteen years old that he would discover the truth.
Notul had taken him and a few of the other children to a nearby forest, where he hoped to scrounge together a few mushrooms or something similar to give to the orphanage's matron for their dinner that night. This had been a regular occurrence in the past, so they were sure that it was safe. So imagine their surprise when Notul grabbed a pair of children and leapt away, a blast of some form of magic obliterating the ground where he and the two had been standing. In a panic, Zeph looked into the trees, and vaguely thought he might have seen a pair of silhouettes for just a single second before they disappeared again. More spells followed, joined by a hail of gunshots. Despite the danger, Notul quickly jumped to their defense, and although he had always claimed to be a relatively weak fighter, proceeded to keep up with the pair, expertly dodging or blocking the vast majority of their attacks with his sword, while occasionally coming close enough to make a few attacks of his own. However, even with this show of skill, it was clear that he was beginning to slip up. More and more attacks started getting through, and the wounds started stacking up.
Meanwhile, Zephel felt something... strange... He could identify one of the combination of emotions currently fighting for dominance as fear for his brother, certainly, but there was something else, something equally unpleasant. All he could think was that he wanted his brother to safe, and for the people he was fighting to just... just disappear... Before he even fully understood the feeling drifting through his mind, he pictured the bandits being engulfed by flames. That didn't happen. The tree he had been pressed against was another story. From there, it spread quickly through the canopy, and although they weren't burnt alive, it did force their attackers to leave the safety of the trees.
Right into the path of the now heavily bleeding Notul.
Without hesitation, he drove his sword through the gunman's chest, before quickly withdrawing it and leaping towards the mage. However, they were able to redirect some of the flames that now engulfed the surrounding area towards him, briefly stunning him and giving them the chance to escape. For a moment, Zephel thought he was still going to chase after them, but after a mere moment of staring in the direction they'd fled, he turned back to him and the children and hobbled over, shooting them that same old grin. Zephel tried to offer his support, but Notul said it was fine. All they needed to worry about was finding their way out of the forest, his injuries could wait until after that.
Thankfully, they hadn't made it that far into the forest before the attack, and it was only a few minutes before they saw the surrounding plains beyond the treeline. However, mere moments away from safety, Zephel felt himself get pushed to the ground followed by a loud crash, and rolled over to see his already heavily injured brother pinned beneath a large burning branch. He went to try and help him escape, but was stopped by his brothers shouting. He could only stand there, sobbing as Notul told him not to let this break him, and to use his powers to become a man he could be proud of. And then he was being dragged out of the forest again by the other children, and it took him a moment to register that he was actually fighting against it. Notul was going to die, and he couldn't let that happen. But at the same time, he was desperately doing whatever he could to keep the fire that had risen with his anger from reemerging, and therefore his efforts were barely strong enough to give his companions trouble.
From that day onward, Zephel swore he would never let something like that happen again. It didn't take a genius to connect the circumstances between Notul's death and that of his parents, so he would do whatever it took to learn to control his fire magic. Not only that, but he would use it to help others, just as his brother did. He would become to the whole world what his brother had been to him. A man who Notul and his parents could look down on from the afterlife with pride. A man who would never back down or fall back when others needed him.
Zephel would become a hero.
Mundane Skills: Martial arts, mobility, not giving up, gardening, sewing, sneaking in some sleep when he shouldn't be
Magic: Enhancement: Zephel can use enhancement to reinforce his own body. This allows him to increase the durability of his body immensely, as well as enhance his already impressive strength and speed. Use of this magic is absolutely necessary to the way he fights, otherwise he would likely have been left crippled long ago.
FIRE For Zephel, fire is his go to when it comes to (please god forgive me) firepower. Unfortunately, as it gets further from his body, it becomes significantly harder to control, which has led to many accidents in the past. For this reason, he mainly keeps his flames close to his body, using it in conjunction with enhancement magic to become a monster in close quarters combat. He also uses it to great effect in enhancing his mobility, using small bursts and jets of flame to greatly increase his running speed and propel him off the ground. One day he hopes for this to translate into proper flight, but for now he's content with his jump jets.
Familiar summoning, and promptly melding said familiars with himself temporarily. STRONGER FIRE MAGIC.
Personality: Zephel's flames are fueled by boiling blood, a burning soul, and a promise he will never allow to be broken, all of which demand that as long as he believes the task at hand is the right thing to do, he must put his absolute all into it. No matter the task, regardless of how simple or difficult it may be, he will keep pushing forwards. To take a step back is to give up, and to give up is to subject another to whatever he failed at. As someone who wants to become a hero who can protect the weak, he can never let that happen. After all, if he lets himself back down from something small, who's to say he won't get pushed back when it's most important? He is also extremely confident, if only because he needs to convince himself that he can do whatever he needs to to succeed.
Of course, that's not to say he doesn't have his own private moments of introspection, silent and alone so no one can see how he waivers, or how the pressure he places upon himself to succeed truly weighs upon him. In public, he will always grin and bear it, no matter how afraid he may be, but he fears he may never truly banish the remnants of the easily frightened boy he once was.
Even if he can’t though, he won’t let it stop him from being there whenever he’s needed. If you ever need someone to talk to, he'll find a nice spot to sit and listen to whatever you have to say. If your or anyone else's lives are in danger, he won't let himself surrender even if it means risking his own. And if you ever think you aren't worth it, ever think you'd rather just let yourself die than drag everyone else down with you, he'll be there to tell you just how much of an idiot you're being.
Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded): Ishtar, later Cassandra Club
Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: Nah
Bio: Zephel doesn't remember his parents, growing up instead with memories of a cozy little orphanage in the countryside. During his youth, he was extremely timid, often shying away from the other children. The only exception to this was his older brother, Notul. Friendly, brave and outgoing, Notul was the polar opposite of his brother in almost every way, and with an extra six years on the younger boy, he regularly attempted to help Zephel get over his shyness. No matter what Zephel would do or say, Notul never gave up on him, simply smiling that same, confident grin all the while. The only thing that ever made his smile falter was when Zephel asked what happened to their parents. When this happened, the reaction was always the same.
"They died in a fire."
And with that the conversation would be over.
Of course, Zephel all but worshiped his brother as a hero, a sentiment which was shared by many of the other younger orphans. It was only his refusal to elaborate on the tale of their parents death which caused anything approaching scrutiny. Still, it was relatively minor compared to his adoration, so he was content to accept that the lack of explanation wasn't really a concern. It wasn't until he was eleven years old that he would discover the truth.
Notul had taken him and a few of the other children to a nearby forest, where he hoped to scrounge together a few mushrooms or something similar to give to the orphanage's matron for their dinner that night. This had been a regular occurrence in the past, so they were sure that it was safe. After all, why wouldn't it be? This time however, they were surprised to discover that a pair of rather unsavory characters had taken up residence in the forest. Upon noticing the group, the brigands decided they could capture them and either ransom them or sell them as slaves. Notul, as always, quickly jumped to their defense. However, not only was he younger than the pair, he was also far more inexperienced in an actual fight, so it was only natural that he was quickly defeated and immobilized, despite his continued struggles to get back up and continue the fight.
Zephel, on the other hand, felt something... strange... He could identify one of the combination of emotions currently fighting for dominance as fear, certainly, but there was something else, something equally unpleasant. All he could think was that he wanted his brother to safe, and for the bandits tying him up to just... just disappear... Before he even fully understood the feeling drifting through his mind, he pictured the bandits being engulfed by flames. And then they were, and before long, so were the trees around them. Not understanding what was going on, Zephel quickly ran and used one of the bandits knives to cut Notul's bindings, and Notul quickly began to help the other children find a path to escape the quickly spreading forest fire. However, mere moments away from safety, Zephel felt himself get pushed to the ground followed by a loud crash, and rolled over to see his brother pinned beneath a large burning branch. He went to try and help him escape, but was stopped by his brothers shouting. He could only stand there, sobbing as Notul told him not to let this break him, and to use his powers to become someone he could be proud of. And then he was being dragged out of the forest again by the other children, and it took him a moment to register that he was actually fighting against it. Notul was going to die, and he couldn't let that happen. But at the same time, he was desperately doing whatever he could to keep the fire that had risen with his anger from reemerging, and therefore his efforts were barely strong enough to give his companions trouble.
From that day onward, Zephel swore he would never let something like that happen again. It didn't take a genius to connect the circumstances between Notul's death and that of his parents, so he would do whatever it took to learn to control his fire magic. Not only that, but he would use it to help others, just as his brother did. He would become to the whole world what his brother had been to him. A man who Notul and his parents could look down on from the afterlife with pride. A man who would never back down or fall back when others needed him.
Magic: Enhancement: Zephel can use enhancement to reinforce his own body. This allows him to increase the durability of his body immensely, as well as enhance his already impressive strength and speed. Use of this magic is absolutely necessary to the way he fights, otherwise he would likely have been left crippled long ago.
FIRE For Zephel, fire is his go to when it comes to (please god forgive me) firepower. Unfortunately, as it gets further from his body, it becomes significantly harder to control, which has led to many accidents in the past. For this reason, he mainly keeps his flames close to his body, using it in conjunction with enhancement magic to become a monster in close quarters combat. He also uses it to great effect in enhancing his mobility, using small bursts and jets of flame to greatly increase his running speed and propel him off the ground. One day he hopes for this to translate into proper flight, but for now he's content with his jump jets.
Familiar summoning, and promptly melding said familiars with himself temporarily. STRONGER FIRE MAGIC.
Personality: Zephel's flames are fueled by boiling blood, a burning soul, and a promise he will never allow to be broken, all of which demand that as long as he believes the task at hand is the right thing to do, he must put his absolute all into it. No matter the task, regardless of how simple or difficult it may be, he will keep pushing forwards. To take a step back is to give up, and to give up is to subject another to whatever he failed at. As someone who wants to become a hero who can protect the weak, he can never let that happen. After all, if he lets himself back down from something small, who's to say he won't get pushed back when it's most important? He is also extremely confident, if only because he needs to convince himself that he can do whatever he needs to to succeed.
Of course, that's not to say he doesn't have his own private moments of introspection, silent and alone so no one can see how he waivers, or how the pressure he places upon himself to succeed truly weighs upon him. In public, he will always grin and bear it, no matter how afraid he may be, but he fears he may never truly banish the remnants of the easily frightened boy he once was.
Also, despite his past, over time he truly has come to love an appreciate the thrill of the fight, especially against those who are significantly stronger than him.
Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded): Ishtar, later Cassandra Club
Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: Nah
"SHIROU!" the loud voice of one Hijikata Tsubaki rang through the house as she burst through the door into her sons room. "Todays the day, get up and get ready so you don't leave your team wa- oh."
"Morning." Shirou said from his position on the bed, not taking his eyes away from the book sat on his lap. "I'll be out in a second."
"Couldn't sleep huh? How long?"
"Five hours, I think. I haven't really been paying attention to it."
His mother chuckled lightly, before pulling the book from his hands and lightly bopping him on the head with it.
"Then I'd say that's more than enough time to spend with your nose in a book. Come out and eat, so you can try to get at least a little of your strength back."
After merely a second of hesitation, Shirou sighed and nodded, climbing off the bed to follow her into the kitchen.
"Where's dad?"
"Probably in the forge already. We got an order in just recently which we're hoping to get done by the end of the exams."
"Hmmm?" He hummed as he started eating. "I'll have to say bye before I leave."
He looked up to his mother, the bags under his eyes even larger than usual as he tried and failed to hide the nervousness in his voice.
"So... you did this too, right? How did you keep yourself calm?"
"By beating up a group of the other genin in the waiting area. Freaked out for a week before that though."
She narrowed her eyes, targeting Shirou with an icy stare.
"But don't you go thinking it's a good idea. I could've screwed my chances right then and there, and I'd better not here that you or any of your team decided to risk it yourselves!"
"I won't! Y-you know I won't!"
Makoto.
He paused as the name passed through his mind.
"She probably won't either."
"Mhmm..." Tsubaki said, a skeptical expression on her face. The expression quickly disappeared however, replaced by a wide smile. "Well, you know what? I was thinking of doing this anyway, but why not make it an incentive? If you and those two manage to pass the exams, we'll make them something of their choice, free of charge."
Shirou nearly choked at his mothers words, looking up at her in a combination of shock and terror.
"Mom, are you feeling alright?"
"Don't be silly, dearest son of mine. I'm never in anything less than perfect condition, you know that."
"Uh... right." Shirou said slowly. "Well, I'd better get going or I'll be late. I'll see you soon!"
"Well, soonish... But I know you'll make it through in the end! Now go say bye to your father."
No sooner had she said the words that Shirou was already making his way to the forge.
"Dad, mom's ok right?"
"Hey brat!" His father, Hijikata Shinzou, said with a tired looking grin. "She's pretty nervous about you and the exams, but other than that, she seemed pretty fine. Why, did something seem wrong?"
"She said if we passed, she'd forge Yasu-san and Makoto-san a free weapon each."
His fathers eyes widened at Shirou's words.
"That is kinda unnerving, isn't it?" He said. "Guess I'll hide all our sharp objects and try to make sure she gets some rest, see how she feels when she wakes up. Now get going, or you're gonna be late!"
"Right, I'll see you in a few days." Shirou said, sending his father a small wave before leaving. Thankfully, he'd already gathered anything he thought he might need the previous night, so all he had to do was get the pack from beside the door, give one final wave goodbye to his mother, and then head off to the meeting area.
It wasn't until after the Hokage had finished her speech that he finally found Makoto and Yasu and made his way over to him. He had just made it into earshot when Yasu asked where he was.
"I'm here, Yasu-san." He said, nodding to his teammate in greeting before turning to the other one. "Makoto-san, you're m-making a scary face. Y-you're not planning to start a f-fight, are you?"
He tried not to let himself sound too nervous as he spoke. True, spending three years with Makoto and Yasu had done a great deal to make him less scared of them, but that didn't erase it completely. Well, actually, he was pretty decent with Yasu, but Makoto was still kind of... 'overwhelming'... However, he quickly remembered that he wouldn't have to resort to his pathetic negotiation skills to convince Makoto not to fight, because his mother had provided him with bribery.
"It would be a b-bad idea to fight anyone before the exams h-have even started, M-Makoto-san. My mom said that if we passed, she'd let you both request a w-weapon, and she'd make it and give it to you f-for free. But if we fight another t-team now, we could risk i-injuring ourselves and being disqualified before the exam even starts..."
While he might have started out strong, his nerves had him quieting down steadily throughout his explanation, until he was barely speaking loud enough to hear at the end.
“I-... If it's possible, I'd like to be someone people can look to for hope, and depend on. If I c-can't though, well... At least I can try to help them find someone who can. ”
Personal
N A M E
Hijikata Shirou Shirou
A G E
Thirteen
C L A N
Hijikata
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
B L O O D T Y P E
A+
Characterization
H E I G H T
5'0"
E Y E S
Hazel
H A I R
Dark red and messy, almost curly. Not especially long, but not really very short either.
H E A D B A N D P L A C E M E N T
Around his neck.
C H A K R A N A T U R E
Earth
P E R S O N A L I T Y
+ Friendly + Helpful + Patient
- Shy - Inferiority Complex - Cannot take a compliment to save his life
P E R S O N A L H I S T O R Y
There honestly isn't much to say about Shirou that would be of any interest. Born to a civilian family in the hidden leaf, his parents had hoped that he would live a normal life like them, maybe take over the family blacksmithing business, and just stay generally out of harms way. However, as it turned out, Shirou was more enamored with the shinobi who would regularly visit the store, even if he preferred to hide in the back and peak out at them. Even the Hokage, a real hero, had purchased weapons from them! It was incredible to see them, to know that there were people out there who could be depended on to protect them no matter what came! For a kid who was already beginning to feel like they wouldn't be able to achieve much, he found himself inspired by the ideals they represented.
At first, Shirou's parents had taken his wish to become a ninja as little more than a child's fantasies. However, as time went on, they began to realise he may actually be serious. This came to a head when they found him practicing with a spear he had taken from the storefront without them knowing. Naturally, they were horrified at the idea that he could have seriously injured himself, as he was still just a child. However, they were also somewhat impressed, as neither had noticed him take the weapon despite both being in the storefront at the time. So, after making sure that he was using a wooden practice spear instead of a real weapon, they began to encourage him to follow his dream, eventually enrolling him in the academy.
Unfortunately, while he did do decently in the academy, getting mostly average marks at every turn, he was never really able to make friends due to his shyness. The closest he really came, at least as far as he realises, was helping the teachers perform mundane tasks. He would have liked to make friends his age, of course, but he always had too much trouble talking to them, with a tendency to freeze up, or at the very least stutter uncontrollably until most other children just stopped trying. Even now that he's a genin in an actual team, he still feels too nervous to properly connect to his teammates. He can stutter his way through an actual conversation now at least, but whenever they train or go out on missions together, he can't help but feel like the weak link, a burden that not only can't achieve what the others can, but actively drags them down with him.
C H A R A C T E R D E V E L O P M E N T
Not super sure yet, honestly. I guess I just want him to gain a little confidence and become what he wants to be, someone the people of the leaf can rely on. Not asking for the Hokage or anything, but you know, someone people can know will keep them safe. Maybe even give him Talk no Jutsu.
Or, idunno, get all the other players attached to him and then kill him off in some spectacular sacrifice to make everyone else sad. That shit rocks.
Attributes
T A L E N T S
• Spearmanship: Despite his shortcomings in other areas, Shirou is actually fairly skilled with spears and polearms. • Mobility: Shirou is quick and agile, even for a shinobi. Of course, it's still only at the level of a genin, but as he grows and learns better techniques to supplement his natural ability, it could become quite extraordinary. • Novice Blacksmith: Being the son of two blacksmiths and a boy with very little in the way of social skills, Shirou has spent much of his spare time that isn't filled by practicing his shinobi abilities learning how to shape metal and create quality weapons and ninja tools. He is still far from mastery, but he is making steady progress, if a little slow.
T O O L S
• A simple metal spear that made for jabbing and cutting. • Kunai • Paper Bombs
T E C H N I Q U E S C R A N K
•Earth Release: Rock Gun Technique
D R A N K
•Earth Release: Practice Brick Technique
Other
K E K K A I G E N K A I N A M E
•Ain't no Kekki Gekki's or whatever ya said 'round here, fellas.
A B I L I T I E S
• ???
A P P E A R A N C E
• ???
S U M M O N I N G J U T S U A N I M A L
•Ain't no animal companions yet either. Hopefully someday, but not today.
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