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Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

The GM team is going to be making some changes to the game this week/end. All of us have been busy with IRL commitments.

Mapo aka the little scientist, recently started a new job working second shift at a lab.

Sync has been experiencing the beautiful effects of that worldwide phenomena where things get warmer and natural disasters get a bit worse as a consequence.

Me, well, I am just finishing up a rather grueling assignment where I have to call all 131 of my accounts. I'm down to like 43 but hope to be done by the end of the week if not early next.

In any event the changes will hopefully help generate more posts. So no we're not dead yet.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

Beer Money

Episode 0.50

“I need some beer money.” The words were spoken clearly and did not have an ounce of forceful alacrity. This caused the glare of Toru Hachibana to sharpen as what he was willing to write off as a boy drunk on machismo and bravado had now escalated into a far more egregious crime against the school of the Harmonious Fist. The blatant disrespect that was shown to the chapel of the Harmonious Fist, a place whose doors were open to all, that sought to better the lives of the youth of Fuzenkagure, this haven was being invaded over “beer money”.

“You will need to take those shoes off on this stage as it belongs to the Harmonious Fist and I will not duel with a challenger who doesn’t respect the hallowed halls of the Harmonious Fist.” Toru had a stern and grave tone which was in stark contrast to the “challenger” who simply scratched his head before he began, “So what you’re sayin is that if I come over there and just straight rock your face with this here hammer”, the white haired young man cocked his fist with his hand almost like a gun, “you won’t fight me because I’m wearing shoes?”. There was genuine bewilderment at the concept of unrequited violence if he doled it out on the old man over something as trivial as shoes.

“You either respect the rules of this dojo or I won’t accept your challenge, and if there is no challenge then there is no prize. You’d be assaulting a senior citizen in front of a room of witnesses which would be a crime. I don’t believe they serve beer in jail.” The cogent points Toru had raised impressed the salience of the situation on the would be challenger.

“That’s not really what I was expectin' you old joyless fuck.” He grumbled and mumbled as the wind had been taken out of his sails. The challenger just wanted some quick cash as his usual means of making a quick buck involved going to a woman he didn’t much care for, she was quite stodgy but at least she wasn’t old and would give him a fight whenever wherever, she also had a stockpile of alcohol.

“Well bosu you really know how to be one big ass flaming energy vampire. I mean a guy shows up for a dojo rush and you start talking about shoes, crimes, and cops that’s some real petty shit.” With that said he turned around and started to head for the exit leaving everyone in the dojo perplexed, but the most confused of all was Toru.

“Just who in the world are you….”

The young man spun around on his heel and drove his thumb into his chest as he began aloud,“I’m K.O. Kazama and I’ve decided not to kick your ass for beer money on account of you being a boring old fuck.” The collective jaws of the students and their sensei dropped to the ground as the raucous stranger simply left.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

Beer Money

Episode 0.25

The stale odor of sweat permeated through the air, the uproarious chorus of kiai's in sync to the melody of a single man, their valiant conductor who brought order to the intemperate nature of their motivity. This was the class of master Toru Hachibana, the only true successor of the Chōwa No Toreta Tenohira(Harmonious Palm) taijutsu style. Toru was something of a cult hero in Fuzenkagure as he did not charge children for lessons in taijutsu, the opportunity to be a mentor who could provide structure and safe shelter to the children was enough of a payment for him. In a place like the Village Hidden by Sin it would be proper to be skeptical of someone who seemed as angelic as Toru but there were no dark secrets of skeletons in his closet he was a philanthropist who wished to spread the teachings of his deceased master. There were small moments where Toru would think of his master and it would almost bring a tear to his eye as he yearned for his master to see all that had been built in his name, to see how his star pupil was doing all he could to help the people of Fuzen.

Toru Hachibana

The dojo was very traditional, being rather modest in size with the majority of the space being clad in padded surfaces with polished wooden finishing. There was no door and only a curtain in the entranceway, the reason being two-fold. Firstly Toru did not want this space to be closed, he wanted it to be open and inclusive to all, this was part of his effort to reach the hearts and minds of the youth. He wanted to show that if the children and their families trusted him then he would trust them completely in return. Secondly while this was a place to teach the fact was that this was a place where self-defense was taught and if Toru could not defend this place from threat or harm then to call himself it’s master would be indecorous.

"Yo! Where is the bosu of this place?"

The emanator of this most informal intrusion was a young man of tall stature with silvery lilac hair, a red scarf around his neck, and who was otherwise adorned in bad attitude. Respect was a foreign concept to him and it showed as he walked onto the mat with his shoes on, a most disrespectful thing to do in any dojo, ignoring the gasps and whispers of the students.

“There is no “bosu” but I am the head instructor of this school. All are welcome in this place, but I would very much appreciate it if you took your shoes off. Cleaning filth from these mats is quite a chore.” Toru was very polite in his speech but the air was much different, much more tense as he put emphasis on the word “filth” as he spoke to the obtruder. Toru did not care about disrespect toward him, he was far too humble for that, but to disrespect the chapel of the Harmonious Palm was an entirely different matter to him.

“I don’t see a mat, short stack, this is just a stage to me.” He began to hop up and down before breaking into some light stretching and bending. “Now I usually don’t pick on tiny old men but considering you’re the bosu of this joint I’ll make an exception for ya.”

“I don’t see a mat, short stack, this is just a stage to me.” He began to hop up and down before breaking into some light stretching and bending. “Now I usually don’t pick on tiny old men but considering you’re the bosu of this joint I’ll make an exception for ya.”

Martial arts are a distinct branch of taijutsu in that they are a specialized form of combat meant for sport and can be taught to people who can not use their chakra. One of the oldest traditions of martial arts was for practitioners to challenge the head of a dojo in what was known as dojoyaburi, or dojo storming. Usually dojo storming was done by a rival instructor in a bid to assimilate one another’s students, but there were rare cases where a challenger would ask for something else instead.

“I don’t think youth is wasted on the young but there are exceptions to every rule.” The old man still spoke with a polite tone but there was now a fire in his eye. He wanted to teach the imbecile before him the meaning of respect. “As you are the challenger I will leave it to you to decide the reward you will not receive.”

The pluckiness of the old man and the fire in his eye brought a sheepish grin to the pallid haired obtruder and returned the fierce gaze in kind.

“I need some beer money.”

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

It's the weekend and for 50ish some odd hours there is freedom from the tendrils of work life, at least for me. I'm going to get up my character's intro and then figure out what his next move is after.

For anyone whose running out of ideas or wants new ones I'd suggest looking to collab, two heads are usually better than one.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

So we're going to build the mission board and the special mission board around the backgrounds you guys submitted as well as your first couple of posts.

The reason being that with everyone being from different villages we want to be in the best position to craft a narrative that makes sense. So one way to look at it is that right now we're building an anime experience and before your characters are tried and tested in the mythos building episodes we want to establish them.

Mapo has some really great stuff planned for the mission, which means I have to get to posting as well.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

This world has changed so much from whence our eyes last lay upon it, no longer do the shinobi stray from the beaten path before them. There were no more visitors from beyond the stars interfering in the affairs of humanity, the supporting shadow was cast and would protect the world from the celestial beings for all time. Still there was a lasting indelible mark left by these godlike immortals for it was their princess who was the progenitor of chakra and from her loins sprang the “Savior of This World”, the Sage of Six Paths. It was he who had benevolently gave mankind the gift of ninjutsu hoping to create a peaceful existence for his charges. However as many now know, the history of the Sage of Six Paths was much more vast and complicated than this. It was his mother who greedily sought divinity by stealing the lifeblood from this planet. While the Sage’s gift to the followers of Ninshū was meant to bring peace but it’s other purpose was to defend humanity from the invaders who would seek to steal the life of the planet and bring forth a God Tree that would beget the end of everything.

Much time has passed since this era and due to the efforts of multiple generations of the legendary Uzamaki and Uchiha bloodlines the vile Ōtsutsuki would never set foot on this planet ever again.

Without the presence of these abominable terrors from the sky the world would go on to thrive for a considerable length of time, the peace that faltered from years of horrid interventions was finally a reality. The Sage of Six Paths’ dream of everlasting peace was seemingly ever present. Though what ailed the world was not just the Ōtsutsuki, as they were simply a symptom and not the disease. The animus for these actions formed well before the existence of that empyrean species, a much more malevolent and abstract force was at play here, avarice.

If such an affliction could topple those wretched almighty forces then what hope does humanity have? There is no jutsu mightier, there is no disease more ravenous, nor a tailed beast or demon more destructive than avarice. It is an infection that is thought borne spreading from person to person and in turn working its way up and through the monolithic hierarchy of every country on this planet.

You see while we worried about unnatural forces from outside no one realized that humanity was its own greatest enemy. Even now with rapacious vigor a country like Konoha, the home that the vaunted 7th Hokage protected, mimics the progenitor of chakra seeking to use the lifeblood of the planet for whatever purpose they see fit. Suna and Iwa hover around Fuzen like vultures wanting to pillage their land for precious metal. Kiri and Kumo still insist on using children to murder and if they are unable to murder then they are collateral fodder.

Their greed is the sword we will use to cut them down. We are blessed by an irresistible force that has elevated the ground beneath our feet. To hold a seat at the table means you were highborn, chosen by a power beyond comprehension to fulfill a destiny fraught with benevolence. This world is twisted because there are limits and frailty to normal humans. We are the Table and we will save this world.

-The 4th Chair

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

Done with my character
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@KenjuGuy

Feedback and Acceptance
Those are some great abilities, Saito is going to have some great stories ahead of him. He's a really strong support character and the theme of his moveset really fits well with the background. Thank you for the enjoyable read.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

Anthem

Introducing

》 Ko "KO" Kazama || Approximately 20 Years Old||

Male

"On This Stage, I'm the Biggest Hit"

》 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤: 182 cm/6' || 86 kg/190 lbs || Light Brown Eyes || White Lilac Hair

》 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

"Your foolish ass is about to get slept."

KO grew up with very little so he tries to enjoy life to the fullest. Oftentimes this makes him a spectacle but knowing how precious life is he refuses to lessen his zest for life. KO tends to call people he dislikes “joyless fucks” seeing as how he considers himself to be a fun person. There is a streak of silliness and immaturity in everything he does which can be grating for some people and entertaining for others. His sense of humor and overall demeanor is crass. KO has a way of ineloquently speaking his mind not having time to put on airs for people which is again a point of consternation for those around him as there doesn’t appear to be a lot of thinking before he speaks. Despite being so crude KO has a varied sense of honor being the type of guy who will kick you below the belt, but won’t attack you from behind. This plays up in battle where his moves are “smash mouth”, intended for a street fight rather than stealthy shinobi combat. This has earned him a reputation as a blunt instrument which he takes pride in to the point of vainglory.

This is not to say that KO can’t be serious when the time calls for it because as hot-headed as he is; the young man is a natural combatant meant for adversarial work.

》 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

“I’ve lost a fight or two but I’ve never, and I mean EVER, been beaten.”

They say it is impossible for anything to grow on concrete, the tiny plants we see are just tiny sprouts, floral debris that have found cracks within the concrete. These floral debris live an insignificant existence in which their ultimate destiny is to be walked upon by the uninterested and nonchalant passerbys. The young man who would come to be called KO Kazama was nothing more than debris, insignificant in the vast tapestry that was this world and all he has ever known is the concrete of the streets.

The young boy had no name at first, the memories of his early childhood are not something he can even faintly recall. He does not suffer from amnesia in the traditional sense, but like most children he just simply had no conscious memories until reaching a certain age even if this was a little later for this particular boy than most. His past however was of no importance to him, he had no yearning for a family he never knew, no yearning to be called a name he had never heard, the only precious memory of his early life is the first day he can really remember, the day he was truly born.

On that fateful day the universe had marked the nameless boy for death. Starvation kept him hungry, fear kept him tired, and the cold streets of Fuzen that provided no place for shelter kept him desperate. As people in desperate positions are prone to do, the starved child broke the law for the first time and tried to steal from a street merchant. His crime was pitiable but it would receive no leniency in the Land Hidden by Sin, the man he robbed cornered the child in an alleyway and was ready to seek retribution. On this pivotal day the child learned how cruel the world could be, the unforgettable rancorous fury of this man and the seeming necessity of the man to assert his fury with his own brand of violence. This was the first day the lilac haired child would remember feeling a person’s fist smash his face inward, this was the first day he heard the uncontrollable ringing in his ears overloading his auditory perception , this was the first day he remembered feeling his body stiffen as he was knocked to the ground, his brain rattled and shook within his skull. He felt darkness begin to overcome him as his body lay heavy and immobile with a sandalled bulbous foot ready to make the first day he can remember the last day he would remember by crushing his skull underfoot.

The first day this nascent life could recall death sent salutations to him and naively he closed his eyes thinking that if he ignored the greeting he might live through this, but when that end unexpectedly did not come he opened his eyes his assailant face down with a jagged point with a bandaged handle protruding from the man’s head.

This was the day someone decided to give the boy with no name a life. This savior would become the boy’s blood brother, his name was August Rekkusu Kazama. August was a gaunt, macerated boy who could have only been slightly older than no name, and yet somehow his presence was so much more than that of another street urchin. August was made of something different, his spirit had been tempered on and by the harsh streets of Fuzenkagure. Even though he was a mere child he was dangerous enough to murder a grown man with ease and even though this boy had the malice of the devil there was no fear infecting nameless boy. Maybe it was because there was nothing in the world for him to miss if he had died in this dirty alleyway or maybe it was because he too was a devil, either way this fateful meeting was the first core memory the innominate youth formed and more importantly this memory would be the impetus for how he lived his life.

August stretched his hand to him and issued his first of many orders, “you need to trust me, get up Ko, we have to get as far away from this place as possible and go to where we truly belong”.

The boy who had been born with no name, no memories, no purpose was given all these things by August Rekkusu Kazama when he took that outstretched hand. Living on the streets makes for an upbringing typified by need. August taught the boy he named Ko that he needed to be resourceful, he needed to be able defend himself, he needed to be able to move forward to find the place they truly belonged. The two boys grew to be quite opposite for the most part, a penchant for rudeness being one of the only things they had in common. That was of little consequence to either as the experience in the alley made them blood brothers, even if they never spoke such words to one another. For years Ko. would depend on August to tell him what to do and how to do it, taking his orders in stride. August was a rather direct person always cutting to the fact of the matter and oftentimes doing so inappropriately yet the trust they shared was unbreakable.

August was a quiet person in contrast to how boisterous Ko was. Being someone who spoke such few words there were questions that Ko never got full answers from August on. He trusted August with his life but there were still curiosities that Ko held, such as why August gave him the name Ko and why he chose to bring Ko with him on his journey to get to the elusive “place they belonged”.

They would journey mostly between Fuzen, Iwa, and Suna in search of the place August was looking for. Ko was absolutely resolute in his belief of August even as they wandered the hidden villages and countries, never seeming to find what August had been looking for. The pair were essentially living as vagabond nomads with a penchant for petty theft and an even bigger penchant for danger. This way of life made them physically and mentally strong, the two of them even taught themselves how to wield chakra which in turn allowed them to go from low level thieves to small time mercenaries. Ko is not really sure how many years had passed from that day in the alley but he and August gained their own accoutrements most notably the August’s Fangs of Barbatos, becoming the type of men who could be confident in their powers. In the Fuzen slums they had gained quite the reputation and perhaps that’s why everything fell apart…

For reasons August wouldn’t say, he wanted for himself and Ko to retire from the soldier for hire life. The first step to make that move was to finally gain official identities, Ko had misgivings about the endeavor having lived without any identity aside from the one August gave him for most of his life. Still despite August not stating his reason the decade plus they spent together gave Ko insight into what his sworn brother might have thought. Shortly after gaining identification the brothers enlisted to become shinobi of Fuzen. It was soon after this that the brothers were approached by a woman in a dark cloak that had a certain iconography that Ko had never seen before but it was one he would never forget. August asked Ko to leave so he could speak to their “guest” in private. August gave no implication anything was amiss and as always Ko did what August asked of him. Despite his misgivings Ko did what he had always done when August asked him to do something, he simply did it. No one came in or out of the dwelling but hours had to have passed by. When Ko finally decided enough was enough and went back all he found were the Fangs of Barbatos and blood on the ground with no sign of the stranger or August. Just as he had been on that first day of his “life” Ko was alone in the world again. With no other path before him he followed the last order August had given him, to become a shinobi for Fuzenkagure.

As a shinobi of Fuzen Ko is sent around the world to fight in service of the streets he grew up on. Perhaps foolishly he has not given up hope that he will eventually find that woman and his blood brother.

》 ECONOMIC STATUS

Lower middle class, Ko is pretty lousy with money so even though he makes a livable wage as a shinobi he's often broke

》 BATTLE DATA

“Beat me if you can, survive if I let you.”

》 JUTSU

D- Rank: Konagona ni natta yume- KO approaches his foes with his hands in his pockets before winding up and unfurling a devastating strike will immediately leave his opponent in pain.

D- Rank: Body Flicker Technique(Shunshin no jutsu)- By using the Body Flicker Technique, a ninja can move short to long distances at an almost untraceable speed. To an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. It is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalise the body and move at extreme speeds. The amount of chakra required depends on the overall distance and elevation between the user and the intended destination.

D- Rank: Quadruple Somersault(Shijū chūgaeri)- The user is able to complete a multi rotational backward somersault with 4 twists allowing them exceptional mobility in the air as a defense. This technique can be paired with a weapon to block incoming projectiles.

D- Rank: Bass Kick Swing (Basukikkusuingu)- This technique is a very sudden move that has the user somersault forward and nail their opponent with the sole of their foot.

C-Rank: Baby Comeback (Beibī modotte kite): If Barbatos’ fangs are separated as long as KO holds one blade in his hand he can call the other one back to him akin to a boomerang.

C-Rank: Orbital Air Sphere(Seikuken): A combat method that involves controlling the entire radius within one's arm length, creating the mental image of spherical shield around oneself. It can be used for offense and defense in a stand up situation.

B-Rank: Cherry Bomb(Cherībomu): KO gathers a dense concentration of chakra in his fist and instead of creating a controlled concentrated impact it is simply an explosion of most of KO chakra. The destructive power of this jutsu is enough to upend large chunks of the earth, create massive cratering in the ground, and is accompanied by a bright red maelstrom of chakra akin to a small bomb. KO’s lack of chakra control makes this a more destructive but unrefined version of Sakura Haruno’s Cherry Blossom Impact.

》 TRAITS

Master of Barbatos: August has power over a twin set of Kodachi that he calls the “Fangs of Barbatos”. The blades' craftsmanship is pristine with a perfect blade geometry, razor sharp edges to flay skin from bone. The hidden power of these swords is their unbreakable connection to each other. They are two sides of a half, yearning to be with one another so they may be whole. This is not simply metaphorical as this bond creates a magnetic attraction between one another. A common tactic for August is to throw one fang while the other is held, the projectile sword will return to the wielder much like a boomerang.

Fangs of Barbatos

When the swords combine to become whole they take on the form of an imposing sword mace. The handle alone is about .5 a meter long with the weapon’s edge being just under 1.5 meters. In this form Barbatos sacrifices cutting power for chopping power and unbridled physicality that can crater the ground in a single strike. In spite of its size because August is it’s master the blade “allows” him to wield it with a blinding swiftness that belies its massive frame.

Fused Barbatos

Hard Body Karate aka Street Fighter: KO didn’t get any formal training in taijutsu but he has developed his own fighting style based from his time on the streets and as a mercenary. This crude and rudimentary style doesn’t have any defined stances; it's merely predicated on brawling and doing whatever it takes to down the enemy figuratively and literally. Having been in real fights to the death KO doesn’t know how to fight as if his life didn’t depend on it. He utilizes sharp elbow strikes more than he does straights and jabs, he will shoot in and take an opponent down instead of standing up and trading blows. KO would rather employ heavy use of ground and pound tactics where the opponent has to punch from underneath and he can strike downward with more force. There is not a level KO would not stoop to if it means winning the fight, being willing to bite his opponent, rake their eyes, or even stomp on their head if the opportunity presents itself. Furthering this theme of barbarism if you show your back to KO he has no scruples of taking your back and choking you out, nothing is out of bounds because everyone has a plan until they get hit and there are no rules when it’s a fight to the death. This mindset and his natural athleticism has given birth to an erratic attack pattern that could be called downright manic as K.O. employs the use of parkour to flip, vault, jump, roll, and even run, anything he deems suitable for the situation. This also means that the terrain is a weapon for him as well as he will take whatever is on hand and turn it into an armament.

The issue with Street Fighter is that it lacks a definitive strategy and has no real philosophy other than fight or die. This style is not especially effective against fighters who utilize a ground based attack as there is very little defense in the Street Fighter style so people who use submission based attacks or jiu jitsu styled taijutsu have the advantage if they can get K.O. down and on his back.

》 STATS

Strength: 100
Dexterity: 110
Perception:100
Chakra: 55
Chakra Control:50
Charisma: 45
Proficiency: 65

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

Thank you @Sync

I'm still writing up the opening post. I hope to be done in the next few hours.

Naruto: Seigen Nashi Seisei (Accepting New Applicants)

Anthem

Introducing

》 Ko "KO" Kazama || Approximately 20 Years Old||

Male

"On This Stage, I'm the Biggest Hit"

》 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤: 182 cm/6' || 86 kg/190 lbs || Light Brown Eyes || White Lilac Hair

》 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

"Your foolish ass is about to get slept."

KO grew up with very little so he tries to enjoy life to the fullest. Oftentimes this makes him a spectacle but knowing how precious life is he refuses to lessen his zest for life. KO tends to call people he dislikes “joyless fucks” seeing as how he considers himself to be a fun person. There is a streak of silliness and immaturity in everything he does which can be grating for some people and entertaining for others. His sense of humor and overall demeanor is crass. KO has a way of ineloquently speaking his mind not having time to put on airs for people which is again a point of consternation for those around him as there doesn’t appear to be a lot of thinking before he speaks. Despite being so crude KO has a varied sense of honor being the type of guy who will kick you below the belt, but won’t attack you from behind. This plays up in battle where his moves are “smash mouth”, intended for a street fight rather than stealthy shinobi combat. This has earned him a reputation as a blunt instrument which he takes pride in to the point of vainglory.

This is not to say that KO can’t be serious when the time calls for it because as hot-headed as he is; the young man is a natural combatant meant for adversarial work.

》 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

“I’ve lost a fight or two but I’ve never, and I mean EVER, been beaten.”

They say it is impossible for anything to grow on concrete, the tiny plants we see are just tiny sprouts, floral debris that have found cracks within the concrete. These floral debris live an insignificant existence in which their ultimate destiny is to be walked upon by the uninterested and nonchalant passerbys. The young man who would come to be called KO Kazama was nothing more than debris, insignificant in the vast tapestry that was this world and all he has ever known is the concrete of the streets.

The young boy had no name at first, the memories of his early childhood are not something he can even faintly recall. He does not suffer from amnesia in the traditional sense, but like most children he just simply had no conscious memories until reaching a certain age even if this was a little later for this particular boy than most. His past however was of no importance to him, he had no yearning for a family he never knew, no yearning to be called a name he had never heard, the only precious memory of his early life is the first day he can really remember, the day he was truly born.

On that fateful day the universe had marked the nameless boy for death. Starvation kept him hungry, fear kept him tired, and the cold streets of Fuzen that provided no place for shelter kept him desperate. As people in desperate positions are prone to do, the starved child broke the law for the first time and tried to steal from a street merchant. His crime was pitiable but it would receive no leniency in the Land Hidden by Sin, the man he robbed cornered the child in an alleyway and was ready to seek retribution. On this pivotal day the child learned how cruel the world could be, the unforgettable rancorous fury of this man and the seeming necessity of the man to assert his fury with his own brand of violence. This was the first day the lilac haired child would remember feeling a person’s fist smash his face inward, this was the first day he heard the uncontrollable ringing in his ears overloading his auditory perception , this was the first day he remembered feeling his body stiffen as he was knocked to the ground, his brain rattled and shook within his skull. He felt darkness begin to overcome him as his body lay heavy and immobile with a sandalled bulbous foot ready to make the first day he can remember the last day he would remember by crushing his skull underfoot.

The first day this nascent life could recall death sent salutations to him and naively he closed his eyes thinking that if he ignored the greeting he might live through this, but when that end unexpectedly did not come he opened his eyes his assailant face down with a jagged point with a bandaged handle protruding from the man’s head.

This was the day someone decided to give the boy with no name a life. This savior would become the boy’s blood brother, his name was August Rekkusu Kazama. August was a gaunt, macerated boy who could have only been slightly older than no name, and yet somehow his presence was so much more than that of another street urchin. August was made of something different, his spirit had been tempered on and by the harsh streets of Fuzenkagure. Even though he was a mere child he was dangerous enough to murder a grown man with ease and even though this boy had the malice of the devil there was no fear infecting nameless boy. Maybe it was because there was nothing in the world for him to miss if he had died in this dirty alleyway or maybe it was because he too was a devil, either way this fateful meeting was the first core memory the innominate youth formed and more importantly this memory would be the impetus for how he lived his life.

August stretched his hand to him and issued his first of many orders, “you need to trust me, get up Ko, we have to get as far away from this place as possible and go to where we truly belong”.

The boy who had been born with no name, no memories, no purpose was given all these things by August Rekkusu Kazama when he took that outstretched hand. Living on the streets makes for an upbringing typified by need. August taught the boy he named Ko that he needed to be resourceful, he needed to be able defend himself, he needed to be able to move forward to find the place they truly belonged. The two boys grew to be quite opposite for the most part, a penchant for rudeness being one of the only things they had in common. That was of little consequence to either as the experience in the alley made them blood brothers, even if they never spoke such words to one another. For years Ko. would depend on August to tell him what to do and how to do it, taking his orders in stride. August was a rather direct person always cutting to the fact of the matter and oftentimes doing so inappropriately yet the trust they shared was unbreakable.

August was a quiet person in contrast to how boisterous Ko was. Being someone who spoke such few words there were questions that Ko never got full answers from August on. He trusted August with his life but there were still curiosities that Ko held, such as why August gave him the name Ko and why he chose to bring Ko with him on his journey to get to the elusive “place they belonged”.

They would journey mostly between Fuzen, Iwa, and Suna in search of the place August was looking for. Ko was absolutely resolute in his belief of August even as they wandered the hidden villages and countries, never seeming to find what August had been looking for. The pair were essentially living as vagabond nomads with a penchant for petty theft and an even bigger penchant for danger. This way of life made them physically and mentally strong, the two of them even taught themselves how to wield chakra which in turn allowed them to go from low level thieves to small time mercenaries. Ko is not really sure how many years had passed from that day in the alley but he and August gained their own accoutrements most notably the August’s Fangs of Barbatos, becoming the type of men who could be confident in their powers. In the Fuzen slums they had gained quite the reputation and perhaps that’s why everything fell apart…

For reasons August wouldn’t say, he wanted for himself and Ko to retire from the soldier for hire life. The first step to make that move was to finally gain official identities, Ko had misgivings about the endeavor having lived without any identity aside from the one August gave him for most of his life. Still despite August not stating his reason the decade plus they spent together gave Ko insight into what his sworn brother might have thought. Shortly after gaining identification the brothers enlisted to become shinobi of Fuzen. It was soon after this that the brothers were approached by a woman in a dark cloak that had a certain iconography that Ko had never seen before but it was one he would never forget. August asked Ko to leave so he could speak to their “guest” in private. August gave no implication anything was amiss and as always Ko did what August asked of him. Despite his misgivings Ko did what he had always done when August asked him to do something, he simply did it. No one came in or out of the dwelling but hours had to have passed by. When Ko finally decided enough was enough and went back all he found were the Fangs of Barbatos and blood on the ground with no sign of the stranger or August. Just as he had been on that first day of his “life” Ko was alone in the world again. With no other path before him he followed the last order August had given him, to become a shinobi for Fuzenkagure.

As a shinobi of Fuzen Ko is sent around the world to fight in service of the streets he grew up on. Perhaps foolishly he has not given up hope that he will eventually find that woman and his blood brother.

》 ECONOMIC STATUS

Lower middle class, Ko is pretty lousy with money so even though he makes a livable wage as a shinobi he's often broke

》 BATTLE DATA

“Beat me if you can, survive if I let you.”

》 JUTSU

D- Rank: Konagona ni natta yume- KO approaches his foes with his hands in his pockets before winding up and unfurling a devastating strike will immediately leave his opponent in pain.

D- Rank: Body Flicker Technique(Shunshin no jutsu)- By using the Body Flicker Technique, a ninja can move short to long distances at an almost untraceable speed. To an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. It is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalise the body and move at extreme speeds. The amount of chakra required depends on the overall distance and elevation between the user and the intended destination.

D- Rank: Quadruple Somersault(Shijū chūgaeri)- The user is able to complete a multi rotational backward somersault with 4 twists allowing them exceptional mobility in the air as a defense. This technique can be paired with a weapon to block incoming projectiles.

D- Rank: Bass Kick Swing (Basukikkusuingu)- This technique is a very sudden move that has the user somersault forward and nail their opponent with the sole of their foot.

C-Rank: Baby Comeback (Beibī modotte kite): If Barbatos’ fangs are separated as long as KO holds one blade in his hand he can call the other one back to him akin to a boomerang.

C-Rank: Orbital Air Sphere(Seikuken): A combat method that involves controlling the entire radius within one's arm length, creating the mental image of spherical shield around oneself. It can be used for offense and defense in a stand up situation.

B-Rank: Cherry Bomb(Cherībomu): KO gathers a dense concentration of chakra in his fist and instead of creating a controlled concentrated impact it is simply an explosion of most of KO chakra. The destructive power of this jutsu is enough to upend large chunks of the earth, create massive cratering in the ground, and is accompanied by a bright red maelstrom of chakra akin to a small bomb. KO’s lack of chakra control makes this a more destructive but unrefined version of Sakura Haruno’s Cherry Blossom Impact.

》 TRAITS

Master of Barbatos: August has power over a twin set of Kodachi that he calls the “Fangs of Barbatos”. The blades' craftsmanship is pristine with a perfect blade geometry, razor sharp edges to flay skin from bone. The hidden power of these swords is their unbreakable connection to each other. They are two sides of a half, yearning to be with one another so they may be whole. This is not simply metaphorical as this bond creates a magnetic attraction between one another. A common tactic for August is to throw one fang while the other is held, the projectile sword will return to the wielder much like a boomerang.

Fangs of Barbatos

When the swords combine to become whole they take on the form of an imposing sword mace. The handle alone is about .5 a meter long with the weapon’s edge being just under 1.5 meters. In this form Barbatos sacrifices cutting power for chopping power and unbridled physicality that can crater the ground in a single strike. In spite of its size because August is it’s master the blade “allows” him to wield it with a blinding swiftness that belies its massive frame.

Fused Barbatos

Hard Body Karate aka Street Fighter: KO didn’t get any formal training in taijutsu but he has developed his own fighting style based from his time on the streets and as a mercenary. This crude and rudimentary style doesn’t have any defined stances; it's merely predicated on brawling and doing whatever it takes to down the enemy figuratively and literally. Having been in real fights to the death KO doesn’t know how to fight as if his life didn’t depend on it. He utilizes sharp elbow strikes more than he does straights and jabs, he will shoot in and take an opponent down instead of standing up and trading blows. KO would rather employ heavy use of ground and pound tactics where the opponent has to punch from underneath and he can strike downward with more force. There is not a level KO would not stoop to if it means winning the fight, being willing to bite his opponent, rake their eyes, or even stomp on their head if the opportunity presents itself. Furthering this theme of barbarism if you show your back to KO he has no scruples of taking your back and choking you out, nothing is out of bounds because everyone has a plan until they get hit and there are no rules when it’s a fight to the death. This mindset and his natural athleticism has given birth to an erratic attack pattern that could be called downright manic as K.O. employs the use of parkour to flip, vault, jump, roll, and even run, anything he deems suitable for the situation. This also means that the terrain is a weapon for him as well as he will take whatever is on hand and turn it into an armament.

The issue with Street Fighter is that it lacks a definitive strategy and has no real philosophy other than fight or die. This style is not especially effective against fighters who utilize a ground based attack as there is very little defense in the Street Fighter style so people who use submission based attacks or jiu jitsu styled taijutsu have the advantage if they can get K.O. down and on his back.

》 STATS

Strength: 100
Dexterity: 110
Perception:100
Chakra: 55
Chakra Control:50
Charisma: 45
Proficiency: 65