Seraph

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

After witnessing the desperate cycle for peace cause almost as much death and bloodshed as the Empire itself did, Shiro made his way through Konoha away from the conflict. A realization came to him as he surveyed war in its most raw form, a battle for one's free wil. This realization was of grate magnitude, perhaps in some form Takeo's attitude toward the rebellion helped spark this change in the blind man's mind.

For a moment Shiro stood in the middle of the street, his head tilted upward slightly so his forehead faced the sky. A strong gust of wind followed his presence as the thought of God centered itself in his mind. He wondered why humans were allowed to bicker so pointlessly. He thought of the commander and his judgmental attitude toward Ryozan and how it reminded him of the way the Empress forced her will upon the great nations. Such similar people on exact opposite sides of the war. Shiro pondered the great interconnected nature of the universe and how he himself fell into place in between the two poles. He gravitated much more toward the side of free will and freedom, but the balance the Empress strived for was so appealing as well. Both sides had their flaws, but Shiro was not likely to remain in Konoha for long now that the rebellion was over.

From what he had heard Suna was losing its rebellious hold and was turning Imperial faster each day. This did not bode well for the samurai, who shook his head at the thought of having to remain in Konoha and take orders from Takeo, one who did not even value his services and wrote him off as some mercenary. He seemed at a loss for options with the state of Sunagakure, his temporary home, becoming less and less appealing the more he thought of returning to Imperial customs. He looked down at the ground in thought.

The presence of two men caught Shiro's attention while they walked away from the battle that had to soon come to an end with the inevitabe victory for the rebellion. The blind samurai lowered his hat and turned to face.. one man? The image of the man making his way out of the village was of a stout old, grisly man of bushy white hair. Shiro recognized this man as one of the elder shinobi of Konoha and a notable member of the rebellion. Shiro rubbed his hand over his rough cheeks. He slowly raised his left hand and pointed at the old man approaching the exit to the village toward the Empress's castle.

"You.. you're... your name is Senju! Hei.. chachi... Heito.. crotchi... Heitokuraimu Senju!" [Hate-Crime Senju] Shiro shouted obnoxiously throughout the fairly empty streets, seeing as most of the fighting was going on a ways away from them. The blind samura kept his hat low as he spat with each word, violently pointing at the old man. "What are YOU doing leaving your rebel comrades in battle, you's a scared lil' BEAATCH?!" Shiro exclaimed, keeping his right hand at waist-level while continuing to aggressively poke at the old man's presence.

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Shiro chuckled at Takeo's notion that he wouldn't look them in the eye. He remained silent for the duration of Takeo's idignant speech, quietly studying the mental image and tone of the rebel commander's voice. This was the man in position of leading Konoha's rebellion, second only to the Fourth Hokage? Shiro shook his head at this thought, trailing off as he recalled his reasons for joining the rebellion. The respect he held for Takeo was diminishing by the second as he accosted Ryozan's personal choices as if he was in a rightful position to judge.

As the commander finished his speech and began to walk away Shiro turned to Ryozan and tilted up his rice hat, revealing the X-shaped scar he bore across his eyelids. "If I could look him in the eyes... I would so I may see just how clouded his judgment is. If I could have dulled my sharp hearing I would not have eavesdropped... but this man, his perception of the matter... it is warped." And with that the blind samurai would stand from his seat and allow his left hand to gently rest on the hilt of Tachiwaru Ametsuchi. He walked so that he was directly in line with Takeo in the street and faced his back.

"You act like this young man, by saving a fellow human being, is truly responsible for the actions of those who he saved. He is not, he is responsible for himself and no more. And to protect the integrity of his moral fiber he protected your enemy, commander. Maybe this man truly wants no part in your foolish endeavors. I am here by choice, not for some monetary attachment that Sungakure provides. I have until now supported your cause for my own reasons..." Shiro's words hung in the air for a moment as a gust of wind came from behind him, blowing his kimono forward. "..but your arrogance precedes your words." His methods of intimidation did not fool Shiro, as the samurai could see the man's ego was quite swollen. And while he could bully his own into submission such was not the case with all. Shiro was quite aware that his skill in battle would match his arrogant tone, one could not walk around speaking in such a mighty tone without being able to back it up. Yet Shiro stood facing this man with no fear in his heart, standing on equal ground with Takeo.

He allowed the commander to leave but could still hear his footsteps echo in the distance. Shiro's focus fell back to Ryozan who he heard murmur You're wrong several times before disappearing. The lone samurai decided to follow Takeo's footsteps from a distance for a short time until they led him to the Uchiha compound. By the time Shiro arrived his target was gone. He continued on his path elsewhere until the sound of an explosion nearby caught him off guard. This is it. The blind samurai thought to himself while finding cover next to a building connected to the main road stemming from the central gate. Before he knew it shinobi were pouring into the village toward the Imperial barracks. Shiro stood silently as the two sides fought, his presence was a nonfactor in this battle.

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Tenshi, The Surgeon of Death

Theme - Don't Fear The Reaper



Name: Tenshiyu Jishyaku
Alias: Shikyo no Gekai [The Surgeon of Death]

Age: 77
Apparent Age: 101
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero

Village: Sunagakure
Birthplace: Sunagakure
Organization: Neutral

Rank: S
Title: Jounin-sensei

Clan: Jishyaku, a lesser known clan whose only reputation comes from their metalworking skill and their advanced chakra bloodline.

Personality: On the outside it appears as if Tenshi is merely a senile old man, what with all the muttering to himself and seizures that have become commonplace due to hsi anxiety. It is troubling to find any credible testimony to just what Tenshi was like before he became what he is presently due to the fact that there aren't many alive from Tenshi's generation and those who are, are usually truly senile. Others will claim that Tenshi has never been sane, that he was born with some kind of psychotic mental disorder that keeps him detached from reality. Those who make these unfounded claims are moronic peons who cannot fathom the radiant brilliance that encompasses Tenshi's internal world. He pays little attention to the trivial matters of those around him and is more concerned with the overall state of the world, believing he does not owe his time nor patience to anyone for any reason and that his only duty is to aide in the growth of the world.

To understand the enigma that is Tenshi, one must first know that he has never fit into the social norm and has rejected the status quo since birth. His mind has always been aloof in space, swimming about the void of theoretical space. He is oblivious to his surroundings when lost in thought, often abbsorbed into his innocent curiosity toward life. He values all of existence with an abundant appreciation and sense of gratitude for his own fragile little life. It is because of this appreciation for the things that truly matter which enable him to freely dismiss the petty little annoyances that plague the common person and allows him to focus on the bigger picture, on the things that truly matter. On the outside it appears Tenshi is senile, when in truth he is a wise old man of great intellect and talent that is stuffed in between each wrinkle.

With his age Tenshi has picked up the troublesome habit of getting into long winded stories with friends, enemies, random strangers, anyone really, and appearing to be coming to a point or deliver a life lesson through his story and will instead ramble on and on, often finding himself trailing off on tangents that his own story reminds him of and missing the point of his story. Another ailment of his age is his knack for wandering off and getting himself lost (which is the reason why trouble always seems to find him...), usually finding himself speaking to random people and running his mouth to them while making comments at awkard moments which tends to happen during serious or emotional moments which commonly throw off the mood of a situation, Tenshi often oblivious to such matters. He also does not know when to leave someone alone and will follow them around, spewing his thoughts, a generous amount of nonsense, and a few nuggets of philosophical gold. This manner is the same when Tenshi is alone coincidentally as he will spew loads of mindless dribble and hide bits of philosophical genius within his babbling. Often he will repeat phrases that appear to be nothing more than moronic nonsense but is in fact of symbolic importance to a given situation.

History: Tenshi was a ninja from a clan of Magnet Release users, though his father had cast away his life as a ninja and studied as a medical doctor. He began his life as a promising young shinobi, but a wish to please his father and his interest in life and its chemistry led him to a career as a doctor where he continued this path to become a surgeon. He was regarded as one of the best surgeons in Sunagakure in his early twenties before the call of war dragged him onto the battlefield. His reputation garnered him a presence on battlefront patching up the wounded seeing as they were short on skilled medical ninja. It was here that he saw the horrors of war, becoming inspired to return to his duty as a shinobi. He wanted to become pwoerful enough to stop atrocious acts like the ones that wounded so many in the war, and he desired power to rival those who did harm to so many.

Tenshi spent the later half of his twenties mastering his Kekkei Genkai after having learned only the fundamentals of it prior to his return to life as a shinobi. He opened the door to its potential and founded his unique style of usage. He made a quiet name for himself as a skilled combatant yet reserved the full potential of his skill for a specific audience, only those who he deemed inherently detrimental to the greater good of humanity.

Tenshi was known as a war hero to many of Sunagakure. However he never did it for the fame and eventually his presence faded from the spotlight in the village because it became more of a job to kill the enemy for the profit of the higher ups than it did for the good of the people of the village and Tenshi was aware of that fact. He fell into obscurity, eventually deciding to leave the village and traveling the world. Time got the best of him, but he was able to come to terms with the questions he had for himself and the cosmos because of the solitude his trip granted him. He met many people along his travels who inspired him and left an impression on him.

The sands of time withered his youthful passion away and left him a feeble old man with a mighty will and a strong heart. He keeps his wits about him and still has a bit left in the tank. He is quite aware of the state of the world and intends to remain involved with its direction until the day he leaves it.

Combat Info

Chakra Nature: Magnet Release, Fire Release

Weapons/Tools: Within the Megumo no Itai [Blessed Artwork] various tattoos across his body are intricate seals to summon Tenshi's arsenal of weapons. Each seal is hidden within an image, perhaps with some symbolic meaning. There are rigid black lines forming an almost root-like pattern going down his wrists and to his hands. The intricate design of the lines forms a seal that summon iron or gold sand that appears to leak out of his tattoos or otherwise in the form of two separate gourds, one of iron and one of gold. He says they each represent something... but rarely remembers what. His forearms are painted like large treetrunks made of metal, coming from the rigid roots of his wrists and hands. Within the metallic trees is everything one could find, as the knots and contortions of the treetrunk are symbols of his projectile weaponry. Farther up toward his elbows are where the branches stick out, each branch made of chains for his chained weaponry of course. The leaves on this industrial tree are of explosives and bombs.

x kunai, x shuriken, x fuma shuriken, x senbon, x explosive tags, x wire, x spiked chains, x kusarigama, x hooked chains, x flash bombs, x smoke bombs

Special Traits: Any semblance of physical ability has left him, he is slow and rigid in his movements, often shaking from his anxiety and sometimes seizing up at inopportune times. He is possibly the physically weakest shinobi alive at this point, his muscles having all but turned to dust. Despite his lack of youth his chakra control and knowledge of Jutsu are still apt resources. His has enormous chakra reserves for an old man, which has always been his strong point. Despite his ability to dish out techniques his stamina is poor as he tires himself out quickly. Tenshi is very wise to how the world works and is packed with medical and surgical knowledge as well as a mental library of information on biochemsitry, atomic chemistry and physics. Tenshi's shurikenjutsu is renowned as one of the most accurate of his generation.

Jutsu
Tenshi is proficient in basic skills such as Sand Clone, Sand Shuriken, Water-Walking, Wall-Climbing, and Generic Seals
All sand techniques are performed with either iron or gold sand.

Magnetization Cannot be used on organic material
Katon: Hosenka Tsumabeni
Explosive Tag Technique
Suna no Tate
Suna no Yoroi
3rd Eye
Sand Sensing
Gold Dust Waterfall Flow
Shield of Gold Dust
Sabaku Fuyu
Sabaku Ro
Sabaku Kyu
Sabaku Soso/Taiho
Sabaku Gan
Sabakuha
Gokusa Maiso
Ryusa Bakuryu
Rendan: Suna Shigure

Name: Conduction Shiyosei
Rank: D-S
Range: 1 yard
Type: Ninjutsu
Nature: Katon
Handseals: n/a
Description: A longtime ability of Tenshi's to generate basic heat energy from his body by channeling Fire Release chakra and allowing it to flow through specific tenketsu points of the user's body. The chakra flow is precisely guided into an external object in order to heat it up spontaneously.

This technique is primarily used by Tenshi in order to heat and subsequently melt his weaponry in order to manipulate molten metal with his Magnet Release.
Weakness: This technique requires precise elemental chakra control and will cause the user's hands to feel like they're on fire from continuous use. Overuse burns out the chakra point and causes so much pain the user's hands feel numb.

Name: Polarity Kiyokusei
Rank: D-S
Range: 35 yards
Type: Ninjutsu
Nature: Jiton
Handseals: n/a
Description: By touching his target Tenshi generates a magnetic field around it which strongly attracts any object Tenshi then charges with an oppositely charged field. This technique can also be used to repel magnetic materials from the user such as projectiles, or anything the user has previously charged via contact.
Weakness: The strength of the attraction or repulsion depends on the power of the magnetic field which scales with the amount of chakra used. Distributing the charge by making a chain of contact through many targets reduces the power of the magnetic field

Name: Touraku Fluctuation
Rank: D-S
Range: 35 yards
Type: Ninjutsu
Nature: Jiton
Handseals: n/a
Description: Tenshi is able to gather small traces of metal from his surroundings, specifically the ground, enabling him to pull magnetic substances from the ground in the area to the surface. Doing so enables him to use sand-based Jutsu from a distance as well as gather material for his Jutsu across a distance instead of summoning it from his tattoos.
Weakness: Takes time to gather the material

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I sure hope our rebel commander would listen to reason, we'll see <_<

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Better late than never \m/

Naruto: Of Compassion and Tyranny

Konohagakure

Outside the walls of the village in the cover of the forests a silent yet radiant fire burned in the heart of Shiro Makoto. The wind kicked up around the Blind Orchid Samurai, rustling leaves fluttering around his presence. He sat with legs crossed, arms folded on top of Tachiwaru Ametsuchi, eyes closed and body in perfect stillness, the vibrations of life flowing in and out of is breath. His peaceful meditation continued for hours without disturbance. The fire within burned fiercly as he maintained mental patience for the coming events tonight. This night was, after all, the reason he had been deployed to Konoha by the Sunagakure rebellion forces.

Shiro had came to terms with his place in life. He was balanced in body and spirit, an inner peace presiding over his ego. The state of the world was the only thing imbalanced, though he knew things had to be the way they were. Complacent with playing the role he can, Shiro has resolved to pass the will of God down onto those who oppress the people of the earth. His divine judgement will bring about justice in the world, and those who oppose him are devils. The Empire brings about swift oppression to his people and expects the free souls to subject themselves to subordination under a self-righteous tyrant. Passionate flames like Shiro can't be blown out so easily.

When the moment felt right Shiro grounded himself and rose from his meditative state. He sheathed Tachiwaru Ametsuchi and strapped it to his left hip, turning toward the village and slowly heading into town. Making his way through the crowd with his rice hat lowered to cover his eyes and nose, he passed by the homes of the citizens, heading toward the central district. He pondered the repercussions of tonights event and his role in such. The karmedic result of his participation was given particular thought. He tilted his head upwards, forehead facing the sky. He opened his eyes, each eyelid stricken through with a scar extending outward to the sides of his forehead and down to his cheeks, forming an X-marked wound across his face. The scar faded slightly from age but it was very obvious when not covered by his rice hat. On this quiet day an uncannily strong gust of wind blew through the street, Shiro's kimono flapping in the wind.

The smell of Konoha's famous Ichiraku ramen filled the nostrils of the blind old samurai. He inhaled the scent zealously, almost driven toward it. Though lacking in traditional visual sight, his heightened senses combined with the mental images from his third eye allowed him a unique method of navigation. He followed the trails of the scent not by taking the most direct route or the common paths but instead by wherever the scent was strongest. What was odd was the lack of people he could sense around him. The aroma drew his attention away from the matter.

He dipped and ducked through shortcuts and alleyways, keeping his head low underneath his rice hat and darting about silently, eventually finding himself coming upon the back of the ramen shop from the left side. Coming to a slow trot his acute hearing could make out two male voices coming from the stand.

'Matsuka isn’t exactly the most tactical woman around. I apologize on her behalf for her needless panic but when you’re a rebel I guess all you can do is jump or be jumped.' Someone was speaking of the rebellion openly in public on a quiet day? They must have been a fool of sorts, or perhaps very brave. 'Takeo Watanabe: Jounin Commander of Konoha, and ‘Rebel’ Commander on top of that. Who might you be, young man?' Shiro came to a halt on the side of the building and allowed his presence to remain an anomoly as Takeo announced himself. The blind samurai understood why he was so open with his allegiance, the commander of Konoha's rebellion ought to have no fear in his own home, for if he could not find solace there, than where could he? His thoughts bounced off each other, trying to put together the situation at hand. He had his orders for sundown, but the commander of the rebellion was idly chatting about his identity and intentions to what was a total stranger at a ramen stand. 'My name is Ryozan Tanzo,' The young Jounin have a bit of background info on himself, finishing with his inner quarrel of the dividing pathway. It seemed almost everyone was torn by this war. It was this inner conflict that the Empress Shoko had inflicted on the five great nations which drove Shiro into action.

In an instant the conversation shifted and a fierce judgment fell upon Ryozan. The Rebel Commander did not take kindly to this man's reputation it seemed. He demanded answers, an explanation for his actions and he did so with a forceful resonance that gave Shiro the same feeling as the oppression of the empire. No matter who this Ryozan was, he did not have to explain himself to anyone, especially to someone who fought for freedom. However his explanation was quite rash and compassionate toward his fellow humans. Shiro could not say he wouldn't have done the same in the young man's shoes, and to revoke his title in his home for acting as such was tyranny in the blind man's eyes.

"Takeo Watanabe." Shiro pronounced his name with respect as he carefully took each step at his own gentle pace, coming around from the side of the ramen shop so that the rebel commander and the fence-sitter could see Shiro. "You may call me Ran, I am from Sunagakure's rebellion forces to aid you tonight. It is fortunate that I stumbled upon your presence here. My deepest apologies for rudely interrupting your conversation with this valiant young man." He spoke with a very joyous and humble tone. With his introduction over, Shiro sat down at the counter with his rice hat still covering the upper half of his face. There was no need for either of them to recognize him if either had caught word of his reputation, and it was enough for them to know that he was a rebel from Sunagakure. It seemed that if Takeo was willing to out his secret than the time truly was coming where the rebels were going to have their own stronghold in Konoha and Kirigakure. Perhaps this was a turning point in the struggle, and perhaps this was a pipedream and they were doomed to failure.

He took a much more serene, genuine sounding tone as he interjected his opinion into their conversation, knowing full well that the strong-willed commander may accost him for putting his nose into their business, "You don't have to forgive me for putting my two cents in where it doesn't belong, but at the least I ask that you pardon this young man for his courage. In a world of distrust and illusion, to have such compassion for another human in pain and to put one's own life on the line to defend theirs... that is true bravery, and that is an honorable trait to have regardless of which side of the line he stands on." He did not look at either of the men when he spoke and simply looked down at the counter, though he spoke with a wise and withered tone. Knowing quite well of Takeo's authority Shiro did not seem at all pressured by his resounding presence. Shiro was not one to be intimidated by appearanced and big words, though there was certainly a high level of respect he held for Takeo.

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@Sole Fixed as per request.

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Edited in the equal chakra exchange bit. Please let me know if there's anything else you need, I understand the review process is necessary for an ideal experience for everyone. All the chit-chat here about you guys doing your job or lack thereof is a bit of a nuisance.

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SoleAccord said
I wish I could wake up and think that sword is balanced, alas this is not a world where I can do that. So you are trading blood, KEEP IN MIND YOU OFFERED NO SPECIFIC AMOUNT, and in exchange for some blood you have the ability to completely shit on defenses formed via chakra, create wounds that will NEVER heal, and anything that you slice through is permanently damaged. Now I want you to take the next few seconds to think REAL hard about this, and really ask yourself if a little blood, sometimes maybe not even your blood, is a balanced exchange for all of this.Go ahead, I'll wait..........For the power of that blade and what it allows its wielder to do, you should be dead in thirty seconds. No shield too thick. No material too durable. No flesh too resilient. You have almost outdone some of these guys in initial template overpoweredness, and I am in awe that you are convinced that this sword can be balanced with the requirements you've created. You didn't remove a single thing, and I told myself I should've told you to, but I trusted you to look back at your sword and see how unreasonable it was for the lack of danger it presented for the wielder. You didn't. So, I'm going to propose some changes for you.You're going to lose everything and rework it to one unique ability. Why not make a laceration caused by the blade be unable to clot as quickly, causing deeper wounds to pose greater risk of the afflicted bleeding out if not taken care of in time? Think its called Hemophilia. You want power, but unfortunately balance comes first, and I'm not letting you shit on everyone else's efforts without considerable life-threatening cost.

Okay I toned down the abilities but I wanted to keep its base concept, I added specifics for the blood sacrifice and increased the time between necessary sacrifices from every five minutes to every minute now. We cool?

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SoleAccord said
You guys are really testing me here...Difference between average chakra and 'above average' but whatever man. Pierce had also caught something I missed:"He allows its power to speak for itself, for it is a blade that can cut any material, including chakra-based defenses, and creates wounds that will not heal. Even objects cut by this sword cannot be repaired."Yeah,no. I'm going to give you the opportunity to make an appropriate change yourself when the only drawback is a drain on stamina and chakra, which you put both as 'above average' and 'outstanding'.

I thought of an interesting stipulation to the blade's potential. Hope this pleases you.