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Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

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Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Cities have secrets. It was a simple fact that seemed to elude most people, but it was something that was very much abused by those with the necessary knowledge - be it thieves, thrill-seekers, bureaucrats or even the leaders of cities. Cities were almost like people in that regard - once you knew their secrets, they could be manipulated - and this was not a fact that was lost on the second member of the Elite Triumvirate, Yugaku Hayake. Her trips to cities were always very interesting, for she saw the secrets that most people took to their graves effortlessly. Within a few minutes of being within the city of Toran, she could tell all of its hidden nooks and crannies, and the secrets of those within it. Secrets were a beautiful thing, and though she saw them all, it was through a voyeur's eye--not an interrogator's. She looked over the sun-kissed streets with their spicy noodle stands, the Arena with its secrets of yore and glitter of promise, and the colourful flags fluttering gently along an invisible breeze. The festivities were well under way, and the new blood would be gathering any time now in order to start their Rites together. She smiled to herself, just briefly, before walking away from the central plaza.

A place in Toran that few knew about was the Peak of the Gods, an ancient track of gates that extended out over a grassy cline towards the sunset in the evenings. Those who knew of the location knew nothing of its significance, but Yugaku had long-since discovered the area's secrets. It had historically been used as a beacon for power, with each gate imparting a little power into those that walked through it, until the culmination was the infusion of enough power to commune with the "gods", but that was a truth from a time that had long since passed. If the Lord of the South still heard the prayers of those at the Peak of the Gods, he showed no inclination to answer them. That was, if anyone still knew enough to pray there.

Yugaku took a steady stroll through the first of the gates, admiring the architectural integrity as she lightly ran her hand across the old stone foundations that kept it standing. Despite being obviously ancient, it had weathered the test of time, and its features looked no different to how they had hundreds of years ago. The stone bases of the gates were thick cuboids, bridged together at the top with vermillion red tiles, and decorated with kanji that had lovingly been carved into the slates and painted over with red. Prayer beads were strewn across the gates, in some cases underneath them, and in some cases in front of them, or attached to the walls. Despite their age, the aura of reverence had not yet left, and walking through the gates gave Yugaku a feeling of serenity and hope. It was brief, but she managed to enjoy it while it lasted, and after ten minutes of walking, she had reached the end of the string of gates, and was overlooking the sun as it began to dip below the horizon, reflected across the water like a painting upon a canvas.

"If you still hear our prayers, O Suzaku, I ask that you listen well. The darkness that has been foreseen will be upon this new blood soon, and we three cannot protect them all. You know that our duties will keep us elsewhere. There will be casualties before the upcoming storm - give them your blessing, Lord of the South, and watch over them where we mortals cannot. I fear they will need your assistance soon enough." She began, looking out towards the sunset before it dipped below the waves for the day, and the time of prayer was no longer correct. It was cathartic to speak out loud the worries that she had felt for some time - while the other members of the Triumvirate might understand, there was little that any of them could do, and speaking to them about the upcoming darkness was hardly necessary - they had all come to the same conclusion, in some manner or another.

For now, she would wait by the shore before visiting Toran and returning to Lifan - she would check up on the new trainers before they challenged Anastasia, but beyond that there was little assistance that she could offer.

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Name: Kiyo Reijin
Age: 29
Gender: Female

Appearance: Kiyo is a youthful woman who is best described as being "almost beautiful"--if only she weren't so plain. Her features are steep and angular, as is typical of the Reijin family, and her skin is relatively pale – Kiyo looks as if she has been sheltered indoors for most of her life and looks physically weak, and while this is not incorrect she is more resilient than she looks. Kiyo has long, silver-grey hair that reaches down to her sternum in angel curls. Kiyo has a bit of a resting bitch face.



Hometown: Lifan

Personality: Kiyo is a seeker of power of all kinds, and does not adhere to a set of morals in the same sense as most people. While she believes that she is fundamentally good, she will not hesitate to perform unquestionably evil acts to further her own agenda. Kiyo likes to help people, but not at the expense of her own advancement – she comes first and foremost, but is a stalwart ally until such a point where remaining allies becomes detrimental to her own goals.

Thanks to her experiences in the war, Kiyo is particularly fascinated with the ending of life and what comes next, leading her to be fond of Ghost-type Natrelmon. She finds exorcism and the art of Gishiki equally interesting, however, and is not so much fascinated with obtaining eternal life as she is curious about the nature of death, about those who transcend it, and those who restore things to the natural order.

Relic Description: Kiyo manifests her relic as a book of portraiture. The Natrelmon she has captured are depicted in greyscale portraits, with the black being almost oily.

Starting Natrelmon:

Lotulia (M) [Level 15];
Zeruo (F) [Level 10];

Gifts: Telepathy; Advanced Knowledge

Starting Spell Schools: Frostweaving; Windspeaking; Shadebinding [Advanced Knowledge]

History:  Kiyo is the youngest child of the Reijin family, a noble house of the East centered in Lifan. Kiyo’s growing up was relatively normal, and she was trained in the arts of war as most children of the prominent houses were in the time in which she was raised. The Reijin family were traditionalists of a most esoteric sort, keeping alive ancient customs that many found eccentric and anachronistic in the modern era. Kiyo grew up learning how to cultivate herbs and performing tea ceremonies alongside learning martial arts and the art of Frostweaving--something her family had historically practiced thanks to their worship of Seiryu, the Lord of the North. In the war, Kiyo eschewed the use of her family's magic in favour of Windspeaking, which afforded her the ability to weave in and out of combat to better use her Shadebinding magic. Though she still paid deference to Seiryu, and conducted her rituals in his name, she eschewed his magic knowing that it would not be as useful to her as that of Windspeaking.

During the war Kiyo became fascinated with the nature of death, wondering precisely what came afterwards in the wake of the lives she helped take and the lives she helped save. She underwent her rites as custom dictated, hoping to gain more experiences with the nature of death and to grow in power.

Professions: Mage; Herbalist

Herbalism - Rank IV - 2,600 EXP

Mage - Rank V

Gift(s): Innate Shadebinding; Telepathy

Noteworthy Skills: Many connections, notable magical prowess, competent at hand-to-hand combat, extremely knowledgeable in a great deal of esoteric subjects, especially those relating to ghosts/death and ritual magic.

Magic:

Windspeaking - Rank V - 109080

Rank I - Windborn Weapon
Rank II - With the Wind
Rank III - Soaring Gusts
Rank IV - Slashdance
Rank V - Vacuum Aura

Shadebinding - Rank IV - 54915

Rank I - ???
Rank II - ???
Rank III - ???
Rank IV - ???

Frostweaving - Rank I - 17473

Rank I - Frozen Sphere
Rank II - Frostburn

Necromancy - Rank I - 800

Rank I - ???

ITEMS:

17,000N

- 3 Rank F Relics

- Shared Herbs with Selim:

1 Lady's Mantle
9 Mistweaver
14 Wintergreen
6 Wardian Foxglove
15 Noxshrooms
10 Peak Root
5 Moonlit Pearl
1 Armic Plating (Psychic/Steel)
2 Gen Darts (Fighting/Dark)
2 Lotulia Blossom (Grass/Water)
3 Weddelbek Straw (Grass/Fighting)
5 Toranese Thistle
1 Blue Mist Flower

Shared Elixirs with Selim:

- 10 Elixir of Capture
- 2 Elixir of Draconic Spirit

Natrelmon:

Grandra (M) - Medium - 16731- 25
Zeruo (F) - Medium - 1000 - 10
Mythrael (M) - Slow - 37738 - 31
Tibearius (F) - Slow - 911 - 9
Kyumin (M) - Medium - 343 - 7

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

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^{LOCATION: Reates' Lab / Victorious Secret / Darius' Mansion | INTERACTION: @FallenReaper}

Nabriales had spent the better part of the day in the lab with Reates, both fairly rapt in their work and their findings. Nabriales had done what he could regarding the preservation of the vis at the scene in crystalline form for Reates to analyse further (as his Sight was far more up to the task than Nabri's) and beyond that had assisted whenever Reates had asked. He'd spent the best part of their time together ensuring that the research progressed smoothly--contrary to Reates' and his own chaotic nature--and probing his vast web of contacts to see if any of them could offer any insights immediately that the pair might have missed. Naturally, there were no leads there, and as the day crawled towards its end Nabriales received a call from Darius. That, in and of itself, was fairly odd--Nabri usually contacted Darius first and ensured that their business meetings were scheduled well in advance to free up Darius' far more constrictive schedule, and they weren't due to meet again regarding any of his earlier propositions for another month or two.

He answered promptly, but it seemed that the call had not fully connected. Perhaps it was simply the interference of the wards surrounding the lab, or perhaps the fox had butt-dialed him, but neither of those options particularly convinced Nabriales, and with a quick shout over to Reates that he'd be back in a jiffy (even though Reates didn't hear him and Nabri knew he'd not be getting back into the Lab without Reates' direct interference) and attempted to teleport out before remembering where he was and exiting through the door._obviously

Then, with a second of conscious effort, poofed himself through the proverbial aether into Darius' mansion to see what the mysterious call was about. He'd moved himself into one of Darius' many studies, expecting a call from there, but to his surprise found their usual meeting spot quite empty. Given that a modicum of effort had been spent getting here, and that Reates really didn't need him for the research at this point of the process, Nabri decided to give the mansion a quick look-over, his Sight allowing him to largely see through the physical structure and look for the familiar sign of Darius' vis. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he found what he was looking for, and immediately relocated himself to where Darius was--something terrible had transpired here, but Nabri was very confused as to what exactly had happened. Darius was clearly injured, and clinging to the edge of consciousness as he had attempted to ameliorate his wounds as best as he could. He figured it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before whatever had happened had happened, and his nose picked up the distinct scent of gunpowder but he couldn't sense anyone else within the mansion. He looked up to see the recently-fired weapon in a cabinet, presumably where Darius had opened it, and leaned a little further down to inspect it.

From what he could see, the weapon was entirely mundane. There was no spike of vis in or around it to suggest that any magic had been used whatsoever, but it looked like Darius had been hit with some kind of acid attack--though even that was unusual, as Nabriales would recognise any non-magical acid available within the entire country immediately and there was no vis to suggest that it was magical in any capacity. Focusing more intently, he did not even recognise its chemical structure and it looked more similar to blood than anything else. At this point, he realised that he had spent too much time considering the how of the situation and not actually having bothered ensuring Darius was alright. He subconsciously teleported the two with an extra-quiet poof (having seen the sleeping form of Masha earlier) to Victorious Secret. He placed Darius on the counter, and took a deeply crimson vial from the shelf below him. He elected to avoid the hassle of getting Darius to actually drink it by teleporting its contents directly into his stomach, and teleported a number of bandages to the counter, along with a vial of clear, viscous liquid. He applied the liquid to the bandages, and then began wrapping them tightly along Darius' broken arm. The liquid was an antacid, of sorts, that would ensure that the skin and fur would grow back properly as the healing potion did its work and prevent any further degradation of his tissues by the acid.

It would be a few moments before he awoke, so after he'd tended to the ministrations Nabri teleported them both back to the study in which they normally met and waited for Darius to wake up.

It only took a few more moments, and as Darius awoke Nabri smiled at him from across the desk and reached out a hand to offer support.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked simply, waiting for Darius to become coherent enough to tell him what had actually happened before he said anything further.

Naruto: Black Sun

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^{LOCATION: Amegakure - Shinobi Academy | INTERACTION: @MesuOkami @Anders @Terminal}

Today was the day.

As Takashi left the world of dreams behind, that was her most immediate and frantic thought. Today is the day.

Her heart raced and her pulse quickened and her breathing intensified and then she couldn't contain her excitement any longer and she was wide awake and some unholy cross between a giggle and a scream had left her throat and her lips before she had even realised that she'd spoken. Today was the day that she graduated, and became something more than she was now. She walked further along the path that she'd set for herself, following gradually behind Kinuko and catching up to her and being one day closer to seeing her again.

Then, she took a deep breath in. She gathered up all of that excitement that was roiling around inside of her and balled it up and with a slow, purposeful motion exhaled and let it all out of her body. Each breath in to gather that energy, and each breath out to remove that which could not be focused and disciplined. It took her a good five minutes of breathing exercises before she was ready to even consider what she actually had to do in order to prepare for the day ahead of her. She went through her usual morning routine with a vim and vigour so rare among the Yuganori clan's household that many of her female relatives made a point of asking if she was really that excited to become a Genin--to which she responded with an exuberant "Yes!" each time--and continued about her business of getting ready. For most of her classmates, she imagined that presentability was at the forefront of their minds. It was a special occasion, so they had to look special--full formal ninja garb for the first time in any meaningful capacity without so much as an errant hair on their head. They dressed this way not so much to convince the academy or their sensei or their parents or even the Amekage that they were fit to take this step on their journey, but to convince themselves. To will their perceptions of their shinobihood into reality by finding the right garb, the right actions, the right words--and taking that rightness for themselves. The graduation ceremony was as much an assignment as any other day in the academy, but it was one that took place entirely in the mind.

When Takashi had gotten herself ready, she held her scarf Omoiyari in her hands and pressed it close to her chest. She had debated before today whether or not she should wear it to the ceremony, flitting back and forth between yes and no, and in truth she still wasn't certain whether or not it would be appropriate to wear it. Not in an official sense, but for her to claim her own sense of purpose--for her to draw her perception into reality. Kinuko had been the one that had set her heart and mind on being a shinobi in the first place, and this scarf was the physical manifestation of that commitment. It was her path forward, in a metaphorical and literal sense, but the doubt that weighed most heavily on her mind was whether or not it was holding her back from achieving her potential. Kinuko had always told her to live in the present without regretting the past or anticipating the future if she wanted to be happy, and she felt like she was still too stupid to understand exactly what that meant. She had never really felt like she could apply it to herself at a moment's notice like her sister had always been able to.

If she was to become a shinobi today, she would simply have to make the choice and live with its consequences. She wrapped the silk around her neck, adjusted it so that the large overflow on either side draped itself around her body in a helix for convenience's sake, and waited patiently in her bedroom for two hours and forty-six minutes until it was time for breakfast. Breakfast was, as usual, a dull affair. Rice with furikake, a bowl of miso soup, and as a little bit of a luxury a grilled fillet of salmon--she enjoyed the meal with as much focus as she could manage between the fussing and grooming of her mother and the other various women of the clan, and the silent resentment of the clan's elders - each reminded of a person they would rather have forgotten, and each not bothering to even thinly veil their contempt of the eerily similar situation. Takashi paid them no mind as they all ate, but took some time to discuss the upcoming events with her mother. Kaori had only ever offered Takashi the utmost support and love, so it came as no surprise that she offered her most sincere well-wishes and beamed with joy as the prospect of attending the graduation. Her father, Yuuto, gave her a firm handshake and told her to represent the Yuganori well and return to them as a more fully realised asset.

The actual affair of graduating proceeded exactly as Takashi and her classmates had been taught that it would, and Takashi listened to Yogensha's speech intently. Their cohort was the first to have its individual groups selected by the Amekage rather than by the jōnin who traditionally chose their own teams. As she listened, it made Takashi think of how this was more of a beginning than an end, as Yogensha had stated, and she had to fight the urge to get lost in her thoughts in order to maintain focus. Takashi was surprised at the Amekage--even in their own village, little had actually gotten around about her, and being addressed by her personally felt like stealing a secret glimpse into an enigma that had been hidden from everyone. The more Takashi listened and observed, the more she thought it was a good thing that Yogensha had hidden her presence from the world. There was something so compelling about her--the quiet confidence with which she spoke, the grace and authority with which she moved. Even to one as uninitiated in the wider aspects of combat and the potential scale of ninjutsu, Takashi was utterly awed by what she imagined the Amekage capable of. She was reminded, in some ways, of her departed sister - and that mental connection served to plant the seeds for further admiration and respect in Takashi's mind.

When the rain began to fall, and the graduates instructed to don their headbands for the first time, Takashi wrapped hers around her scarf--causing the symbol to show just above her solarplexus--and looked back up at Yogensha.

“the Rain weeps for you and the suffering you are to receive and cause.”

Takashi heard the words echoing in the back of her mind as they were granted a momentary reprieve from the ceremony. Others around her chatted to one another, basking in the glory of their accomplishment, but Takashi's mind was sobered by the words. Suffering was integral to a shinobi--for every sacrifice required suffering by virtue of its nature--but there was no reason that the sacrifice could not be made sweet. Takashi resolved in that moment to use her burden as a way to focus herself, to focus not on the hardship ahead of her but on what that hardship preserved and protected. She lifted her head up to the rain and let the droplets of water run down her face, her smile broadening as she exulted in the feeling of her dedication. Was this how Kinuko had felt, when she had graduated? Was this how the others were feeling? Did they look past the fleeting moment of the now and into the uncertain future, as she was? Did they consider the gravity of what had just happened, of what they were now?

'No,'

'and neither should I.'

As the male shinobi's voice abruptly ended her reverie, Yogensha assigned to them their teams. Takashi did not even try to hide her giddy excitement at the fact that her name was spoken first--despite knowing that it was simply coincidence--and listened intently for the names of her new teammates. Furaribi Akane and Shiru Metsumi were spoken just after hers, and she impressed those names into her memory. There would be time to become acquainted with them later, however, as Takashi's next focus was on the gleaming smile of her mother from beneath the shelter. Takashi bounded over to her and wrapped her arms tightly around her midsection in a quickly returned embrace. It was an intimate moment of bonding, free from the judgements of the other Yuganori, and it was rare. The pure, unconditional affection that she received from her mother gave her her first tangible reason to bear the Rain's hardships, her first real consideration as a shinobi of the Rain, and she only hoped that that resolve would be just as warm and strong within her in the years to come as it was now.

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Takashi had spent the better part of the week of free time she'd had weaving with her father, helping to fulfil commissions and practicing her technique for the upcoming meeting she'd be having with her sensei and her team. Yuuto had congratulated her sparingly upon her return, choosing to acknowledge her graduation as a sign that she was ready for more responsibility whenever she was at home and not on a mission. Takashi happily accepted all of the work that he gave her, both wanting to please him and wanting to improve her technique, and was taught new and interesting weaving techniques for her troubles. On the sixth day, in the evening just before she retired to bed, Takashi received the message from her sensei asking her to be present at the "Kazami Clan Entrance" in the morning. Takashi recognised the name--vaguely, at least--and spent the better part of an hour wracking her brains trying to work out where she'd heard the name before. Now that she was a shinobi proper she didn't want to just ask someone else, wanted to work out this enigma for herself, but as she paced the halls of the Yuganori clan compound muttering the name "Kazami, Kazami..." beneath her breath, one of the Elders shot her a disparaging glance and asked: "Kazami? Are you working on the order for the theatre?".

The moment of epiphany hit Takashi like a metaphorical truck--of course! She'd seen the name and the symbol when she'd gone over the clan's ledgers with Yuuto. She couldn't believe that she hadn't recognized the name earlier - though a modest clan by even Amagakure's standards, the Kazami had long been customers of the Yuganori for the various outfits they required for theatrical performances. Many of the articles they provided were only loaned, as the Kazami would not be able to afford the Yuganori's frankly extortionate prices for the entire outfits they produced, and as it was so easy for the Yuganori to repurpose any garment they created into any other garment, the outfits usually ended up being comprised of the various scraps and cutoffs of their more elegant and refined pieces. Of course, even with this practice in place the quality of their goods was so high compared to any other potential vendors (none of which had even remotely been competition in the past decade) and their ability to manipulate fabric was so proficient that fashioning the remnants of better materials into bolts of high quality cloth was something they did regularly. She immediately went to the clan's ledgers and looked up the relevant information for the Kazami clan's compound, taking a moment to recognise her sensei's name and her measurements.

Somewhat on a whim, Takashi decided that she would make a kimono for Miyako. She knew that the performers at the theatre typically performed elaborate dances, and that the weight of a kimono--especially the type that the Kazami could afford--was significant. It would be a labour in and of itself to get used to the weight of such a garment--Takashi knew from experience that it was a great strain over time--and that was the reason that she preferred to wear a men's kimono. She took the cloth she needed, infused it with the requisite Wind-natured chakra necessary to render it virtually weightless, and stayed up for a few extra hours putting the finishing touches to the garment. While she was by no means a master weaver by the Yuganori clan's standards, Takashi was more accomplished than any mundane weaver could ever hope to be and the creation of what was, by all means, an exquisite kimono was fairly standard fare for her. She slept knowing that she would have a gift that her new sensei would appreciate, and knowing precisely where to find her.

Over the course of the week, her family had bothered her less and less at breakfast time. Now that she was a shinobi proper she was afforded a degree of respect she simply hadn't as a student, and she ate her breakfast in relative peace for the first time she could remember. The usual breakfast of rice with furikake, miso soup, and a salmon fillet was on the menu - but her sensei had sent her an umeboshi (which she generally did not eat with her breakfast due to having miso soup) and requested that it be eaten, and so Takashi partook. It was a different kind of saltiness that tasted good, in small bites, with her rice and salmon. She ended up drinking very little of the miso soup, but found herself more satisfied with the change than she thought she would be. After the meal she made sure to box up the kimono she'd made, slip it into a backpack, and leave the clan compound bright and early for her meeting with Miyako.

Takashi wandered to the entrance, vaguely recognising one of the other two ninja as a distant relation (a second cousin, perhaps?) and not recognising the one he was walking with at all. They didn't get a chance to be properly (or even improperly) acquainted before they were ushered in to witness a performance. The theatre wasn't exactly somewhere Takashi had ever been, personally, but as the show started she felt a certain sense of homeliness from the outfits the performers wore alone. She recognised them individually, having assisted in some regard with all of them, and found herself focusing less on the symbolism of the play and more on it as an aesthetic device regarding the outfits. If nothing else, it was certainly a beautiful display--and Miyako herself was particularly resplendent. She was possessed of a fluidity and a grace that even a lot of shinobi could not boast, and she gave off an easy confidence that Takashi took a shine to. Even if the nuances of the performance were lost on her, she watched with rapt attention and fascination in her eyes.

Then it was over, and she was escorted alongside Akane and Metsumi to a small lounge where they proceeded to have a few moments to actually introduce themselves to one another. Metsumi gave her a formal and cheerful (if a little disingenuous, in Takashi's mind--she knew precisely her clan's reputation and relationship with the Shiru clan) greeting, to which she responded in earnest:

"I hope so too, Metsumi-chan!" Takashi started, opting for a less formal honorific than Metsumi. They didn't know each other at all at that point, but given the earnest desire they both seemed to have to get along, it seemed appropriate to remove any unnecessary formality.

"I'm so glad you enjoy the products we make! I know that we're certainly... urbane," she repeated in her closest approximation of Metsumi's tone, "but I'm confident in their quality! If I can help you with anything at all, please, let me know."

Akane didn't greet her, so Takashi didn't greet him either. From what she remembered of him (or more accurately his clan) they tended to be firebrands in the most literal sense possible, so she was certain that he'd do something to initiate a conversation around sooner or later. Until then, she was happy to take a seat and reminisce about the earlier performance. When Miyako arrived, Takashi immediately stood and gave her a quick but respectful bow before resuming her seat. As Miyako surveyed her three students and spoke to them, Takashi listened to what she had to say with a look of intense focus. She nodded along gently with every word, eyes bright with understanding, until Miyako had finished. She blushed a little at the compliment paid to her clan (and indirectly to her, she supposed), though the same look of understanding darkened her otherwise bright features as her clan was mentioned. It was exactly the same look she had given Metsumi with her earlier compliment, and though it was largely hidden behind a bashful smile this time it would not take a great deal of acumen and insight to recognise Takashi's simultaneous pride and resentment towards her clan--particularly when complimenting them was concerned.

She took a breath in as if to begin speaking, but was interrupted by the door opening and a few of the other Kazami bringing in plates of food. As each dish was set down Takashi offered a gleaming smile, a nod, and a quiet murmur of thanks. Takashi waited until everyone else had taken a portion of the available food for themselves before taking a steaming pile of rice and a few ladlefuls of thick broth and mixing them together in a bowl. While everything looked and smelled wonderful, Takashi had eaten salmon earlier in the day and did not feel like doing so again, and decided that leaving the meat for Akane seemed to be the wisest option given his apparent voracity. As Metsumi began offering insights about herself, Takashi took a cup and the steaming pot of tea, and nodded to Miyako first to see if she wanted any, then did the same with Akane and Metsumi respectively. After pouring tea where appropriate, she picked up her own cup and took a tentative sip before lifting the bowl of food in front of her to her mouth and spooning the gloopy mixture of broth and rice into her mouth with her chopsticks, barely taking the time to chew the homogenous mixture before shovelling more in with her chopsticks.

When it came to her turn to divulge information about herself, Takashi put the bowl down and took a sip of tea to cleanse her palate and throat before speaking up.

"Well, Miyako-sensei, I'm Takashi of the Yuganori clan! I'm sure I don't need to touch on my clan and their reputation with you. I enjoy learning about anything and everything, really, and of course I'm interested in weaving... I'm not sure how much I can really tell you about myself, sensei, when it's going to be easier to just show you as we get to know each other! I don't think you can really simplify a person down to a collection of hobbies and desires and expect to know them, you know? I want to improve my mastery of my clan's kekkei genkai and learn the secrets of the silken scrolls that have been lost to us for hundreds of years, and just... Generally improve as a shinobi? I'm not sure I've experienced enough to really tell you what I want to focus on specifically right now! I guess I just want to follow in my sister's footsteps." Takashi beamed as her turn came around, her thoughts flowing out in a steady rise until she realised she'd talked too much and tapering down.

"Oh, and I made something for you, Miyako-sensei!" Takashi exclaimed as the memory of her gift camr crashing to the forefront of her mind. She took the package out of her backpack and handed it to Miyako, taking the lid off as she did so to reveal a sheer black kimono not unlike the one she was currently wearing. The tailoring was, compared to an ordinary garment, stunning--but it fell short of the majesty of traditional Yuganori clan garb. Still, it was perfectly proportioned and clearly made with a great deal of care - which, in this situation, counted for more than quality on its own.

"I know how heavy the full kimono are, so I infused this one with fūton for you! It weighs basically nothing, so you should find it easier to dance in it when you next get the opportunity!" Takashi smiled bashfully, hoping that she'd appreciate it for its practicality if not its craftsmanship.

Regarding the mission, Takashi read the scroll and shrugged. It didn't seem like there were really any questions that she needed to ask--it seemed simple enough.

Naruto: Black Sun

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Naruto: Black Sun

Yuganori, Takashi

Yuganori, Takashi

“Be aware, be present, be mindful. That’s what Kinuko always says!”
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▸ Name:

Yuganori, Takashi

▸ Clan:

Yuganori

▸ Rank:

Genin

▸ Sex:

♀

▸ Sex appearance:

?

▸ Age:

13 years old.

▸ Age appearance:

13

▸ Sexuality:

N/A presently, later Homosexual

▸ Birthplace:

Amegakure

▸ Village:

Amegakure

▸ Affiliations:

ｘ Yuganori Clan.
ｘ Amegakure
ｘ TBD
ｘ TBD

▸ Chakra natures:

Primary nature:

Fūton.

Secondary nature:

Doton.

Tertiary nature:

Katon.

▸ Appearance:

Takashi’s eyes and hair are both brown, though her hair is beginning to show signs of going white and her irises are beginning to discolour slightly. As with all members of the Yuganori clan, she has inherited a form of progressive albinism that will fully manifest by the time she is sixteen.

▸ Wardrobe:

Takashi is always seen wearing the scarf her elder sister made for her, and is the one constant in all of her outfits. She wears the scarf regardless of weather (not that there’s much variation in Amegakure) as it can be hung very loosely or wrapped very tightly depending on her desires. She ordinarily wears a yukata made of her clan’s silk, though is often seen in a full kimono for more formal occasions. She owns many different colours and patterns of kimono, preferring to match the pattern and colour to the day and mood. Takashi finds women’s kimono particularly infuriating due to the added complexity and the fact that it requires significant effort to put on herself—and will usually stick to men’s kimono for their relative simplicity.

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Biography

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▸ History:

Yuganori Takashi was born to Yuganori Kaori, her mother, and Yuganori Yuuto, her father, ten years after the birth of her older sister Kinuko. Her birth was largely unremarkable, though the inklings of future greatness were prophesied from the quickly growing praise and acclaim that her older sister was achieving even at the young age of ten. Her early childhood was equally as unremarkable--though steadily increasing in expectation thanks to her sister's prominence, and she learned the weaving techniques of the clan from her mother as soon as she was able to hold a needle with any form of dexterity. Kaori was an exceptionally kind and patient soul, even above what was expected of the Yuganori clan's women, and under her tutelage Takashi quickly blossomed into a competent weaver if nothing else. Takashi spent little time with Yuuto, who practiced the more advanced techniques with the other Elders, but was still cherished and loved by her father when he had the time to spare for her.

As she reached the age where it was expected for her to become a shinobi if she had the correct aptitude, Takashi flourished. She was a curious and gentle child, though prone to bursts of passionate intensity, and was above average in all aspects of her early classes. The dexterity and strength that she had learned to harness throughout her early childhood assisting with the Yuganori's weaving efforts served her well, and she demonstrated a superiority among her peers similar to that of her sister--which prompted her sister to begin training her. Beginning her life as a ninja changed much for Takashi: while before she had only the gentle encouragement of her mother and the simple pleasure of weaving, she was now expected to be much more than that. She was expected to represent the Yuganori, and as an Elder of the clan it was Yuuto's job to ensure that she did so.

Yuuto instructed her in the finer aspects of what it meant to be one of the nobility and to represent the clan, and while before he had seemed a dutiful and loving father his image quickly shifted to that of taskmaster. The more time that Takashi spent with him, the more she came to understand the nature of the clan she had been born into. Profit was everything, and how that profit was acquired was of no consequence--her success as a ninja stood to be profitable for the clan, so she was to excel at it in order to bring them as much profit as possible. Whereas once she was her father's beloved child, Takashi quickly became a commodity to be bargained with--an asset to be used and exploited. She was taught that she, like the silk they wove, was something to be sold in service of the clan. She would be sold to another family, to marry into wealth and connections and produce suitable heirs, and she would do so quietly and obediently. The harshness of her father's lessons was tempered primarily by the stringent but fair guidance of Kinuko, who Takashi begun to notice was very different from every other member of her clan.

Kinuko was mindful of the present and considerate of the future. She worried for the spiritual health of the Yuganori, combing through their archives and attempting to unlock the secrets of their precious silken scrolls--and passed that knowledge on to her sister. Takashi had always been taught to be obedient and respectful, and desired very much to please her father, but she grew extremely attached to Kinuko's lessons about spiritualism and interconnectedness. By all accounts, Takashi grew to be a model student--respectful, obedient, and hungry to learn everything she could--but the twin fires of Kinuko and Yuuto's vastly different expectations of her burned brightly in her mind. As time went on she became more and more conflicted, trying to emulate the cool logic and rationality that her sister posited was the legacy of the Yuganori clan according to their ancient scrolls but constantly finding herself a slave to her ambition and passion to further her clan's cause. Some fundamental part of her accepted that she was only an asset to bring wealth to her father and her extended family, and another part of her railed against this unfair fate in search of the truth of her clan's legacy, attempting to embrace the principles of shared skill and conscientiousness that she somehow knew was correct.

When Takashi was ten, and Kinuko twenty, things came to a head. Kinuko had blossomed into an extraordinary talent, but she would not serve the cruel and corrupt Elders of the clan, publically denouncing them and their ways. She claimed that the sacred relics of the clan, their silken scrolls and the sword Hanashi, were unworthy of them--the clan had forgotten the old ways of harmony and mindfulness, and she would not quietly serve as a housewife and a commodity to be traded away as the Elders saw fit. In response, the Elders made a motion to sell their sacred relics to the highest bidder--hoping to cow Kinuko and simultaneously profit from the notoriety generated by the entire debacle. Outraged, Kinuko stole the relics away in the dead of night and permanently fled Amegakure to safeguard the sale of her clan's millennia-old history and culture. Before she absconded, Kinuko left the scarf Omoiyari for Takashi as a reminder of their time together and to hopefully impart the same desire in her sister to reclaim their legacy.

Without the guidance of Kinuko, Takashi was lost. She could not unlock the secrets of the scarf, only able to read the initial message woven into it, and the harshness of her lessons from Yuuto increased significantly, his rage at Kinuko directed at the closest approximation he could find - Takashi. Kinuko's boldness inspired Takashi, and she silently resolved to follow in her sister's footsteps. In order to walk the same path as her sister, she would be required to excel in the arts of the Shinobi in order to achieve the mastery over their Kekkei Genkai necessary to unlock the secrets of Omoiyari. Takashi graduated as a Genin amongst the top of her class, fiercely motivated both to uphold the name and reputation of the Yuganori clan and to begin the process of deciphering Omoiyari.

Yuganori Ichizoku

The Yuganori clan is one of the few remaining that legitimately claims an unbroken lineage from the days of the Sage of the Six Paths, having persevered historically by means of their vast wealth and political connections, and later by their nomadic lifestyle in times of war. Though their unbroken lineage is a point of prestige and pride amongst the clan, it is the only truly deserved point of pride that the clan can now boast.

At its founding, the Yuganori clan was simply a coalition of tradesmen and craftsmen that were aggrandized by virtue of their collective efforts and expertise. Before the advent of chakra the power that governed the people was nobility, and in order to retain that power the aristocracy were required to make the masses believe that they were simply inferior. Of all of the ways to accomplish this goal, the favoured was always through finery--and the quality of the goods that the newly formed Yuganori clan were exceptional without peer. The coalition quickly found itself a market with the favour of the nobility, and its clansmen found strength in unity that they had never known as individuals.

The favour of the high and mighty is wont to corrupt the staunchest of hearts, but the earliest Yuganori were so devoted to the simple passion of their craft that any attempts to buy an individual member were rebuffed soundly. The now-clansmen formed strong bonds with one another, and within a few short years their budding mercantile empire was well on its way to becoming an intrinsic part of the nobility that they held the favour of. A decade later, their exploits were such that they had all but taken over the textiles industry and all of its various applications within both the noble and common worlds. The current heads of the clan posit that had their expansion continued at the pace it was, they would have been one of the most powerful forces to be reckoned with in a matter of a century at the very most.

Ultimately, their expansion was cut short by the actions of the Ōtsutsuki clan and the introduction of chakra to the world. While little changed immediately--save for Kaguya's presence as undisputed ruler of the known world--fate conspired to bring her gifts to everyone through the actions of her sons. The Sage's infusion of chakra into the people and his teachings of Ninshū resonated with the Yuganori, who eagerly embraced the concept and connected to one another to better share their individual skills and anticipate one another's needs without the need for vocalisation. Unfortunately, the age of Ninshū was not to last as Indra converted it to Ninjutsu and the people begun to weaponise the great tool of peace that they had been given. The Yuganori did not follow in the footsteps of their fellows for a significant period of time, focusing instead on connection with one another and a state of mindfulness and balance, but eventually succumbed to the increasing need for martial ability given the sheer power that ninjutsu could afford a single individual, and especially a coalition of like-minded individuals such as themselves.

Ultimately, their late adoption of ninjutsu rendered them unable to contest the other more adjusted clans as the Sengoku Jidai began. The Yuganori were in the difficult position of not having enough martial strength to contend with the other clans, but simultaneously not having enough in the way of funds to by and large become part of one of the warring countries. In order to keep themselves together and with some of the comforts that they had gotten used to, the Yuganori crafted great caravans with which to travel the world, avoiding as much of the bloodshed as possible and continuing to hone their crafting skills. It did not take too long before the first Yuganori with Oriton was born, and were the world in a less violent state or the Yuganori in a more static state, they would have reached the same heights of success as before Kaguya's reign began.

The Yuganori's mindful and conscientious nature proved advantageous with their new kekkei genkai and their nomadic lifestyle--though they were not mercenaries as many of the other clans were, they were capable enough of defending themselves (and more importantly, their wares) in times of especial crisis. Rather than focus on the elements of war, the Yuganori worked to provide a semblance of the finery they had provided in the past, helping to raise the morale of the countries and of the other clans. While there was no such thing as an armistice within the Jigoku Sendai, many clans elected not to attack the Yuganori unless they were in direct competition with their goals (which they almost never were) if only due to the fact that sources of morale and happiness were so few and far between that depriving themselves of some semblance of luxury for no immediate gain was immensely counterintuitive.

As the period neared its close, the constant years of war and significantly fewer opportunities for profit had begun the process of degrading the once wealthy and conscientious clan into a group of profit-obsessed misanthropes. They began to increase the cost of their wares more and more, incensing the people they had once made allies of, and finding themselves disallowed from settling in any of the countries to clan's persistent refusal to take their contracts and represent their interests as the more mercenary clans had. Their nomadic existence continued until the founding of the hidden villages as the Sengoku Jidai finally ended, and the only of the newly formed villages that were willing to allow the Yuganori a permanent place was Amegakure.

Though grateful to once more have a place to call home, the Yuganori had turned away from their roots--and the nature of life in Amegakure only encouraged them down the path of disillusionment and corruption. Within a single generation they were already hardly recognisable as the friendly nomadic crafters they had once been, and though the quality of their goods did not suffer practically every other aspect about them had. Thanks to their marked lack of casualties, there were a great deal of Yuganori shinobi to begin with who had no reason to continue their lifestyle. They did what they could within the bounds of Amegakure, but quickly found that they really only needed to maintain a token force of those trained in the ninja arts.

When the reality of how much it had cost them to build themselves a permanent base of operations in a newly formed hidden village that owed them no goodwill from their past, the Yuganori worked excessively on restoring themselves to their former glory. The elders of the clan at the time saw that as a time of extreme profit, of luxury and wealth and power, without realising that the truly remarkable success of their clan had come primarily from their interconnectedness and their adherence to the principles and teachings of the Rikudo Sennin and his successor--not just from their impressive textile work. Falling in line with the malcontent Amegakure at its mistreatment at the hands of the greater countries and hidden villages, as well as holding their own grudges against the nations who had denied them a home, the Yuganori began sacrificing the remainder of their remaining principles to maintain their illusion of superiority and grandeur. Even the considerable wealth that they had amassed in the past dwindled, and though they fared significantly better than the majority of the population of Amegakure to begin with, by the present day they have decayed and stagnated to the point of near-irrelevance amongst the most powerful families within Amegakure.

▸ Personality:

✓ Rational

Inspired by her sister, Takashi attempts to view the world with a cold and unfeeling logic that gives her an insight into it, as well as an insight into how things are connected. Though she is not always successful, she never stops trying.

✗ Impulsive

Though she tries to act coolly, Takashi’s conflicted upbringing has left her deeply passionate about the state of affairs in her clan and even in Amegakure as a whole. Despite the fact that she tries to act rationally, she is very prone to outbursts of extreme emotion and rash decision making when something conflicts with the principles she has tried to adopt.

✓ Mindful

Takashi practices mindfulness as best as she can, preferring to live in the present moment. She focuses intently on the present moment, and in doing so is able to acknowledge, reconcile, and accept her emotions and thoughts. She is capable of exceptional feats of patience and calmness, of working well under pressure, and resilience.

✗ Obedient

Though inspired to be her own person and to take after her sister, years of borderline abusive conditioning have left an indelible mark upon her, and whenever someone she believes to be of sufficient authority chastises her or forcefully orders her to do something, she will usually obey without question. The only exception to this trait is when something deeply conflicts with her principles, in which case she is afforded a degree of resilience (but with enough of a push, will still obey).

✓ Driven

Though raised with two conflicting ideals in her inchoate stages, the common link of motivation and drive within them has left Takashi extraordinarily motivated. She pursues her desires with a dogged persistence and tenacity, forcing herself to repeat things until she understands them, succeeds at them, and internalises them regardless of the effort that they require or the amount of times that she fails. She accepts failure as a part of learning, and is constantly trying to better herself.

✗ Vocally Principled

Takashi’s belief in her principles is unwavering. She staunchly refuses to go against them for anyone, for any reason, and occasionally gets into trouble with her family for her stubbornness when total obedience is expected of her—but as maximising her usefulness to the clan is part of her principles, she is often only treated with scorn and resentment instead of actual punishment. Takashi often espouses her principles of mindfulness, interconnectedness, and harmony at anyone who will listen (typically in a less than mindful and harmonious way) with little consideration for their own thoughts and feelings.

✓ Informed

Takashi’s constant state of mindfulness has left her very conscious of the fact that there are two sides to everything. She seeks an understanding of these aspects before she forms an opinion on them and acts, and while she tries to do this independently (and usually succeeds), she is still prone to bias when something directly implicated her deeply held principles.

✗ Glosses over Details

While she is typically well-informed in a sweeping sense, Takashi is quite prone to glossing over smaller details and nuances that more well-adjusted individuals pick up. She is very keen when it comes to interactions between large entities, such as clans, but often blindly applies her knowledge of the whole onto its constituent parts, typically ending up with her knowing plenty about a subject but failing to apply it in a relevant and meaningful way.

▸ Dreams and hopes:

ｘ To return the Yuganori clan to its roots of mindfulness, interconnectedness, and harmony.
ｘ To find out what happened to Yuganori Kinuko.
ｘ To follow in Yuganori Kinuko’s footsteps.
ｘ To become a chuunin, furthering her own development and profiting the Yuganori.

▸ Desires:

ｘ To master the Oriton Kekkei Genkai.
ｘ To unlock the secrets of Omoiyari.
ｘ To simultaneously serve her clan’s interests while bringing them closer to her ideal vision of them.
ｘ To grow close to her upcoming teammates, hoping to achieve a state of harmony with them as she envisions for the Yuganori.

▸ Fears:

ｘ That the Yuganori clan are too corrupt to redeem, and that their culture is lost forever.
ｘ That Yuganori Kinuko is either dead or lost to her.
ｘ That she will be unable to achieve the level of mindfulness and conscientiousness that she believes is necessary to reclaim her clan’s legacy.
ｘ Failing to bring the Yuganori clan profit if she cannot succeed as a genin.

▸ Motivations:

Takashi is driven by principles. She desperately wants to follow in her older sister’s footsteps, desperately wants to reclaim her clan’s legacy and cleanse their corruption, and desperately wants to be the best that she can be. She weighs everything against these metrics, and if she cannot advance herself or the agenda that she has committed herself to, she will abstain from doing it.

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Military

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▸ Kekkei Genkai:

Oriton (Weave Release)

▸ Description:

Oriton grants its users the ability to create a unique type of chakra comprised of the Suiton and Doton natures that takes the form of silk or other fibrous materials. In order to facilitate this unique type of chakra physiologically, its users to have sets of silk glands within their body at key locations, such as the wrists and ankles. The silk glands are infused heavily with the Oriton chakra, and are able to create a vast number of materials and thread them together - in advanced cases, this can be used to mix multiple types of materials together to create a single weave, which contains the properties of all materials used. The primary use of this ability is to create silk which is heavily infused with chakra--as a result, it is of significantly higher quality than ordinary silk and can be engineered to exhibit any number of specific properties intrinsic to ordinary silk in varying degrees, as well as bosting exceptional tensile strength and resistance to wear and damage.

Oriton chakra boasts the ability to bind the elemental natures of chakra together, provided that the elements are not in opposition to one another (i.e., they do not have a particular strength or weakness) and bind that infusion of elements to a physical material. Most typically this is silk created by the user, but in particularly advanced users elemental traits can be bound to objects such as ninja tools. Additionally, Oriton chakra is capable of chemically binding objects together like a glue--this can be used in the construction of tools, or can be used in combat to chemically attach the produced silk to the skin or clothing of enemies, making it extremely difficult to remove effectively.

▸ Strengths:

Oriton is capable of producing a malleable and useful material for both combat purposes and mercantile purposes, and excels in techniques that bind and control the movement of opponents. If infused with elemental chakra, Oriton is also capable of producing unconventional weapons that are, while unorthodox, effective in the hands of a skilled user.

▸ Weaknesses:

While Oriton produces silk more resistant to ordinary fire than normal silk, Katon techniques are effective against the produced silk (unless it is infused with Suiton or Katon chakra). Furthermore, the silk glands are a particular weak point and damaging them sufficiently will remove the ability to produce any new silk.

▸ S-rank Techniques

▸ A-rank Techniques

▸ B-rank Techniques

▸ C-rank Techniques

Kamaitachi no Jutsu

Fūton: Daitoppa

▸ D-rank Techniques

▸ E-rank Techniques

All Academy Level Techniques

▸ Custom Jutsu:

▸ Oriton: Seikatsu Shokki [Living Loom]

▸ Rank:

D

▸ Range:

N/A

▸ Description:

This technique is the basis of the Yuganori clan’s techniques. By creating and manipulating Oriton chakra within the body, the user is able to create swaths of woven silk from their silk glands. The technique has many uses, few of which are combat related.
This technique is also the method by which Yuganori clan members are able to bind elemental chakra to existing materials. Takashi is skilled enough in its use to infuse her own silk with any chakra natures that she has available to her, which is currently Fūton.

When infused with Fūton chakra, the silk is exceptionally light, rendering it almost weightless even in large quantities.

▸ Weaknesses:

Though infused with great amounts of chakra, the silk still largely retains the weaknesses of traditional silk--while it is far more resistant to physical damage, fire is still very effective against it.

If infused with elemental chakra, the silk gains the weaknesses appropriate to the element it is infused with.

▸ Oriton: Kumonosu no Jutsu [Spider’s Web Technique]

▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

Short-Medium (Up to 50 feet/15 metres)

▸ Description:

Takashi creates a thick bundle of sticky silk fibres from her silk glands and launches it in given direction. Upon contact with a physical material, the silk will stick to it, and the Oriton chakra will chemically bind to it over the course of three seconds. Takashi is able to keep the fibres attached to her body in order to grab things and manipulate them.

▸ Weaknesses:

The silk is not too difficult to avoid, and if it attaches to clothing the clothing can be discarded to prevent Takashi from manipulating it effectively.

▸ Oriton: Mayu no Jutsu [Cocoon Technique]

▸ Rank:

D

▸ Range:

Medium

▸ Description:

Takashi creates a mass of Oriton chakra centred in her wrist and launches it in an orb from her palm. Upon coming into contact with a target, the orb of chakra expands into sticky silk fibres around the hit target, effectively trapping them inside a cocoon of silk. Due to the haste with which it is assembled, the cocoon itself will only last for a maximum of ten seconds. If Takashi uses this technique on someone who has been pulled to the centre of Oriton: Kumo no Su-nai Gijutsu, the cocoon has no time limit and is more difficult to break out of.

▸ Weaknesses:

The projectile is fairly easy to avoid, and if the silk is not avoided then excessive force from within is able to tear it apart.

▸ Oriton: Kumo no Su-nai Gijutsu [In the Spider’s Web Technique]

▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

Medium/Long – Approx. 80 feet/25 meters, then 15 feet/4.5 meters

▸ Description:

Takashi creates a small ball of highly condensed silken strands. With a single motion, the sphere bursts outwards, causing the strands to cover a large sphere at multiple points. If a target is hit by the strands, the Oriton chakra binds the silk to their body/clothing/armour. Takashi is then able to individually draw the strands into the extant orb, pulling things towards it. If Takashi uses Oriton: Mayu no Jutsu on someone who has been pulled to the centre of this technique, the cocoon has no time limit and is more difficult to break out of.

▸ Weaknesses:

The single strands are not particularly strong, and the technique requires multiple lines to hit an opponent to be effective. The individual strands are easy to cut with chakra infused weaponry.

▸ Equipment and Weaponry

Omoiyari [Mindfulness]
▸ Type:

Scarf

▸ Description:

Omoiyari is an extremely long scarf woven from the Yuganori clan's signature silk by Yuganori Kinuko for her younger sister Takashi. The scarf stretches to approximately 25 feet in length, enough to give Takashi around ten feet of usable material on both her left and right sides. The scarf is woven of Yuganori clan silk and as a result is infused with an enormous amount of chakra - and is additionally infused with a moderate amount of fūton chakra in the strands around the inch closest to each edge of the scarf. By utilising their silk glands and their Oriton chakra, Takashi is able of manipulating the movements of the scarf to a fine degree.

This allows Takashi to freely manoeuvre the scarf almost as if it were a flexible blade, though it is constrained by its length. The silk was woven to be extremely strong, resisting even fūton-enhanced weapons that would attempt to slash through the fibres--though piercing the material is significantly easier (but still extremely difficult for weapons that are not enhanced with chakra). Due to its tensile strength, the scarf is very well suited for binding individuals, and the application of additional Oriton chakra can cause the silk to bind with an opponent's clothing or skin given time.

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Yuganori, Takashi

Yuganori, Takashi

“Be aware, be present, be mindful. That’s what Kinuko always says!”
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▸ Name:

Yuganori, Takashi

▸ Clan:

Yuganori

▸ Rank:

Genin

▸ Sex:

♀

▸ Sex appearance:

?

▸ Age:

13 years old.

▸ Age appearance:

13

▸ Sexuality:

N/A presently, later Homosexual

▸ Birthplace:

Amegakure

▸ Village:

Amegakure

▸ Affiliations:

ｘ Yuganori Clan.
ｘ Amegakure
ｘ TBD
ｘ TBD

▸ Chakra natures:

Primary nature:

Fūton.

Secondary nature:

Doton.

Tertiary nature:

Katon.

▸ Appearance:

Takashi’s eyes and hair are both brown, though her hair is beginning to show signs of going white and her irises are beginning to discolour slightly. As with all members of the Yuganori clan, she has inherited a form of progressive albinism that will fully manifest by the time she is sixteen.

▸ Wardrobe:

Takashi is always seen wearing the scarf her elder sister made for her, and is the one constant in all of her outfits. She wears the scarf regardless of weather (not that there’s much variation in Amegakure) as it can be hung very loosely or wrapped very tightly depending on her desires. She ordinarily wears a yukata made of her clan’s silk, though is often seen in a full kimono for more formal occasions. She owns many different colours and patterns of kimono, preferring to match the pattern and colour to the day and mood. Takashi finds women’s kimono particularly infuriating due to the added complexity and the fact that it requires significant effort to put on herself—and will usually stick to men’s kimono for their relative simplicity.

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Biography

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▸ History:

Yuganori Takashi was born to Yuganori Kaori, her mother, and Yuganori Yuuto, her father, ten years after the birth of her older sister Kinuko. Her birth was largely unremarkable, though the inklings of future greatness were prophesied from the quickly growing praise and acclaim that her older sister was achieving even at the young age of ten. Her early childhood was equally as unremarkable--though steadily increasing in expectation thanks to her sister's prominence, and she learned the weaving techniques of the clan from her mother as soon as she was able to hold a needle with any form of dexterity. Kaori was an exceptionally kind and patient soul, even above what was expected of the Yuganori clan's women, and under her tutelage Takashi quickly blossomed into a competent weaver if nothing else. Takashi spent little time with Yuuto, who practiced the more advanced techniques with the other Elders, but was still cherished and loved by her father when he had the time to spare for her.

As she reached the age where it was expected for her to become a shinobi if she had the correct aptitude, Takashi flourished. She was a curious and gentle child, though prone to bursts of passionate intensity, and was above average in all aspects of her early classes. The dexterity and strength that she had learned to harness throughout her early childhood assisting with the Yuganori's weaving efforts served her well, and she demonstrated a superiority among her peers similar to that of her sister--which prompted her sister to begin training her. Beginning her life as a ninja changed much for Takashi: while before she had only the gentle encouragement of her mother and the simple pleasure of weaving, she was now expected to be much more than that. She was expected to represent the Yuganori, and as an Elder of the clan it was Yuuto's job to ensure that she did so.

Yuuto instructed her in the finer aspects of what it meant to be one of the nobility and to represent the clan, and while before he had seemed a dutiful and loving father his image quickly shifted to that of taskmaster. The more time that Takashi spent with him, the more she came to understand the nature of the clan she had been born into. Profit was everything, and how that profit was acquired was of no consequence--her success as a ninja stood to be profitable for the clan, so she was to excel at it in order to bring them as much profit as possible. Whereas once she was her father's beloved child, Takashi quickly became a commodity to be bargained with--an asset to be used and exploited. She was taught that she, like the silk they wove, was something to be sold in service of the clan. She would be sold to another family, to marry into wealth and connections and produce suitable heirs, and she would do so quietly and obediently. The harshness of her father's lessons was tempered primarily by the stringent but fair guidance of Kinuko, who Takashi begun to notice was very different from every other member of her clan.

Kinuko was mindful of the present and considerate of the future. She worried for the spiritual health of the Yuganori, combing through their archives and attempting to unlock the secrets of their precious silken scrolls--and passed that knowledge on to her sister. Takashi had always been taught to be obedient and respectful, and desired very much to please her father, but she grew extremely attached to Kinuko's lessons about spiritualism and interconnectedness. By all accounts, Takashi grew to be a model student--respectful, obedient, and hungry to learn everything she could--but the twin fires of Kinuko and Yuuto's vastly different expectations of her burned brightly in her mind. As time went on she became more and more conflicted, trying to emulate the cool logic and rationality that her sister posited was the legacy of the Yuganori clan according to their ancient scrolls but constantly finding herself a slave to her ambition and passion to further her clan's cause. Some fundamental part of her accepted that she was only an asset to bring wealth to her father and her extended family, and another part of her railed against this unfair fate in search of the truth of her clan's legacy, attempting to embrace the principles of shared skill and conscientiousness that she somehow knew was correct.

When Takashi was ten, and Kinuko twenty, things came to a head. Kinuko had blossomed into an extraordinary talent, but she would not serve the cruel and corrupt Elders of the clan, publically denouncing them and their ways. She claimed that the sacred relics of the clan, their silken scrolls and the sword Hanashi, were unworthy of them--the clan had forgotten the old ways of harmony and mindfulness, and she would not quietly serve as a housewife and a commodity to be traded away as the Elders saw fit. In response, the Elders made a motion to sell their sacred relics to the highest bidder--hoping to cow Kinuko and simultaneously profit from the notoriety generated by the entire debacle. Outraged, Kinuko stole the relics away in the dead of night and permanently fled Amegakure to safeguard the sale of her clan's millennia-old history and culture. Before she absconded, Kinuko left the scarf Omoiyari for Takashi as a reminder of their time together and to hopefully impart the same desire in her sister to reclaim their legacy.

Without the guidance of Kinuko, Takashi was lost. She could not unlock the secrets of the scarf, only able to read the initial message woven into it, and the harshness of her lessons from Yuuto increased significantly, his rage at Kinuko directed at the closest approximation he could find - Takashi. Kinuko's boldness inspired Takashi, and she silently resolved to follow in her sister's footsteps. In order to walk the same path as her sister, she would be required to excel in the arts of the Shinobi in order to achieve the mastery over their Kekkei Genkai necessary to unlock the secrets of Omoiyari. Takashi graduated as a Genin amongst the top of her class, fiercely motivated both to uphold the name and reputation of the Yuganori clan and to begin the process of deciphering Omoiyari.

Yuganori Ichizoku

The Yuganori clan is one of the few remaining that legitimately claims an unbroken lineage from the days of the Sage of the Six Paths, having persevered historically by means of their vast wealth and political connections, and later by their nomadic lifestyle in times of war. Though their unbroken lineage is a point of prestige and pride amongst the clan, it is the only truly deserved point of pride that the clan can now boast.

At its founding, the Yuganori clan was simply a coalition of tradesmen and craftsmen that were aggrandized by virtue of their collective efforts and expertise. Before the advent of chakra the power that governed the people was nobility, and in order to retain that power the aristocracy were required to make the masses believe that they were simply inferior. Of all of the ways to accomplish this goal, the favoured was always through finery--and the quality of the goods that the newly formed Yuganori clan were exceptional without peer. The coalition quickly found itself a market with the favour of the nobility, and its clansmen found strength in unity that they had never known as individuals.

The favour of the high and mighty is wont to corrupt the staunchest of hearts, but the earliest Yuganori were so devoted to the simple passion of their craft that any attempts to buy an individual member were rebuffed soundly. The now-clansmen formed strong bonds with one another, and within a few short years their budding mercantile empire was well on its way to becoming an intrinsic part of the nobility that they held the favour of. A decade later, their exploits were such that they had all but taken over the textiles industry and all of its various applications within both the noble and common worlds. The current heads of the clan posit that had their expansion continued at the pace it was, they would have been one of the most powerful forces to be reckoned with in a matter of a century at the very most.

Ultimately, their expansion was cut short by the actions of the Ōtsutsuki clan and the introduction of chakra to the world. While little changed immediately--save for Kaguya's presence as undisputed ruler of the known world--fate conspired to bring her gifts to everyone through the actions of her sons. The Sage's infusion of chakra into the people and his teachings of Ninshū resonated with the Yuganori, who eagerly embraced the concept and connected to one another to better share their individual skills and anticipate one another's needs without the need for vocalisation. Unfortunately, the age of Ninshū was not to last as Indra converted it to Ninjutsu and the people begun to weaponise the great tool of peace that they had been given. The Yuganori did not follow in the footsteps of their fellows for a significant period of time, focusing instead on connection with one another and a state of mindfulness and balance, but eventually succumbed to the increasing need for martial ability given the sheer power that ninjutsu could afford a single individual, and especially a coalition of like-minded individuals such as themselves.

Ultimately, their late adoption of ninjutsu rendered them unable to contest the other more adjusted clans as the Sengoku Jidai began. The Yuganori were in the difficult position of not having enough martial strength to contend with the other clans, but simultaneously not having enough in the way of funds to by and large become part of one of the warring countries. In order to keep themselves together and with some of the comforts that they had gotten used to, the Yuganori crafted great caravans with which to travel the world, avoiding as much of the bloodshed as possible and continuing to hone their crafting skills. It did not take too long before the first Yuganori with Oriton was born, and were the world in a less violent state or the Yuganori in a more static state, they would have reached the same heights of success as before Kaguya's reign began.

The Yuganori's mindful and conscientious nature proved advantageous with their new kekkei genkai and their nomadic lifestyle--though they were not mercenaries as many of the other clans were, they were capable enough of defending themselves (and more importantly, their wares) in times of especial crisis. Rather than focus on the elements of war, the Yuganori worked to provide a semblance of the finery they had provided in the past, helping to raise the morale of the countries and of the other clans. While there was no such thing as an armistice within the Jigoku Sendai, many clans elected not to attack the Yuganori unless they were in direct competition with their goals (which they almost never were) if only due to the fact that sources of morale and happiness were so few and far between that depriving themselves of some semblance of luxury for no immediate gain was immensely counterintuitive.

As the period neared its close, the constant years of war and significantly fewer opportunities for profit had begun the process of degrading the once wealthy and conscientious clan into a group of profit-obsessed misanthropes. They began to increase the cost of their wares more and more, incensing the people they had once made allies of, and finding themselves disallowed from settling in any of the countries to clan's persistent refusal to take their contracts and represent their interests as the more mercenary clans had. Their nomadic existence continued until the founding of the hidden villages as the Sengoku Jidai finally ended, and the only of the newly formed villages that were willing to allow the Yuganori a permanent place was Amegakure.

Though grateful to once more have a place to call home, the Yuganori had turned away from their roots--and the nature of life in Amegakure only encouraged them down the path of disillusionment and corruption. Within a single generation they were already hardly recognisable as the friendly nomadic crafters they had once been, and though the quality of their goods did not suffer practically every other aspect about them had. Thanks to their marked lack of casualties, there were a great deal of Yuganori shinobi to begin with who had no reason to continue their lifestyle. They did what they could within the bounds of Amegakure, but quickly found that they really only needed to maintain a token force of those trained in the ninja arts.

When the reality of how much it had cost them to build themselves a permanent base of operations in a newly formed hidden village that owed them no goodwill from their past, the Yuganori worked excessively on restoring themselves to their former glory. The elders of the clan at the time saw that as a time of extreme profit, of luxury and wealth and power, without realising that the truly remarkable success of their clan had come primarily from their interconnectedness and their adherence to the principles and teachings of the Rikudo Sennin and his successor--not just from their impressive textile work. Falling in line with the malcontent Amegakure at its mistreatment at the hands of the greater countries and hidden villages, as well as holding their own grudges against the nations who had denied them a home, the Yuganori began sacrificing the remainder of their remaining principles to maintain their illusion of superiority and grandeur. Even the considerable wealth that they had amassed in the past dwindled, and though they fared significantly better than the majority of the population of Amegakure to begin with, by the present day they have decayed and stagnated to the point of near-irrelevance amongst the most powerful families within Amegakure.

▸ Personality:

✓ Rational

Inspired by her sister, Takashi attempts to view the world with a cold and unfeeling logic that gives her an insight into it, as well as an insight into how things are connected. Though she is not always successful, she never stops trying.

✗ Impulsive

Though she tries to act coolly, Takashi’s conflicted upbringing has left her deeply passionate about the state of affairs in her clan and even in Amegakure as a whole. Despite the fact that she tries to act rationally, she is very prone to outbursts of extreme emotion and rash decision making when something conflicts with the principles she has tried to adopt.

✓ Mindful

Takashi practices mindfulness as best as she can, preferring to live in the present moment. She focuses intently on the present moment, and in doing so is able to acknowledge, reconcile, and accept her emotions and thoughts. She is capable of exceptional feats of patience and calmness, of working well under pressure, and resilience.

✗ Obedient

Though inspired to be her own person and to take after her sister, years of borderline abusive conditioning have left an indelible mark upon her, and whenever someone she believes to be of sufficient authority chastises her or forcefully orders her to do something, she will usually obey without question. The only exception to this trait is when something deeply conflicts with her principles, in which case she is afforded a degree of resilience (but with enough of a push, will still obey).

✓ Driven

Though raised with two conflicting ideals in her inchoate stages, the common link of motivation and drive within them has left Takashi extraordinarily motivated. She pursues her desires with a dogged persistence and tenacity, forcing herself to repeat things until she understands them, succeeds at them, and internalises them regardless of the effort that they require or the amount of times that she fails. She accepts failure as a part of learning, and is constantly trying to better herself.

✗ Vocally Principled

Takashi’s belief in her principles is unwavering. She staunchly refuses to go against them for anyone, for any reason, and occasionally gets into trouble with her family for her stubbornness when total obedience is expected of her—but as maximising her usefulness to the clan is part of her principles, she is often only treated with scorn and resentment instead of actual punishment. Takashi often espouses her principles of mindfulness, interconnectedness, and harmony at anyone who will listen (typically in a less than mindful and harmonious way) with little consideration for their own thoughts and feelings.

✓ Informed

Takashi’s constant state of mindfulness has left her very conscious of the fact that there are two sides to everything. She seeks an understanding of these aspects before she forms an opinion on them and acts, and while she tries to do this independently (and usually succeeds), she is still prone to bias when something directly implicated her deeply held principles.

✗ Glosses over Details

While she is typically well-informed in a sweeping sense, Takashi is quite prone to glossing over smaller details and nuances that more well-adjusted individuals pick up. She is very keen when it comes to interactions between large entities, such as clans, but often blindly applies her knowledge of the whole onto its constituent parts, typically ending up with her knowing plenty about a subject but failing to apply it in a relevant and meaningful way.

▸ Dreams and hopes:

ｘ To return the Yuganori clan to its roots of mindfulness, interconnectedness, and harmony.
ｘ To find out what happened to Yuganori Kinuko.
ｘ To follow in Yuganori Kinuko’s footsteps.
ｘ To become a chuunin, furthering her own development and profiting the Yuganori.

▸ Desires:

ｘ To master the Oriton Kekkei Genkai.
ｘ To unlock the secrets of Omoiyari.
ｘ To simultaneously serve her clan’s interests while bringing them closer to her ideal vision of them.
ｘ To grow close to her upcoming teammates, hoping to achieve a state of harmony with them as she envisions for the Yuganori.

▸ Fears:

ｘ That the Yuganori clan are too corrupt to redeem, and that their culture is lost forever.
ｘ That Yuganori Kinuko is either dead or lost to her.
ｘ That she will be unable to achieve the level of mindfulness and conscientiousness that she believes is necessary to reclaim her clan’s legacy.
ｘ Failing to bring the Yuganori clan profit if she cannot succeed as a genin.

▸ Motivations:

Takashi is driven by principles. She desperately wants to follow in her older sister’s footsteps, desperately wants to reclaim her clan’s legacy and cleanse their corruption, and desperately wants to be the best that she can be. She weighs everything against these metrics, and if she cannot advance herself or the agenda that she has committed herself to, she will abstain from doing it.

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▸ Kekkei Genkai:

Oriton (Weave Release)

▸ Description:

Oriton grants its users the ability to create a unique type of chakra comprised of the Suiton and Doton natures that takes the form of silk or other fibrous materials. In order to facilitate this unique type of chakra physiologically, its users to have sets of silk glands within their body at key locations, such as the wrists and ankles. The silk glands are infused heavily with the Oriton chakra, and are able to create a vast number of materials and thread them together - in advanced cases, this can be used to mix multiple types of materials together to create a single weave, which contains the properties of all materials used. The primary use of this ability is to create silk which is heavily infused with chakra--as a result, it is of significantly higher quality than ordinary silk and can be engineered to exhibit any number of specific properties intrinsic to ordinary silk in varying degrees, as well as bosting exceptional tensile strength and resistance to wear and damage.

Oriton chakra boasts the ability to bind the elemental natures of chakra together, provided that the elements are not in opposition to one another (i.e., they do not have a particular strength or weakness) and bind that infusion of elements to a physical material. Most typically this is silk created by the user, but in particularly advanced users elemental traits can be bound to objects such as ninja tools. Additionally, Oriton chakra is capable of chemically binding objects together like a glue--this can be used in the construction of tools, or can be used in combat to chemically attach the produced silk to the skin or clothing of enemies, making it extremely difficult to remove effectively.

▸ Strengths:

Oriton is capable of producing a malleable and useful material for both combat purposes and mercantile purposes, and excels in techniques that bind and control the movement of opponents. If infused with elemental chakra, Oriton is also capable of producing unconventional weapons that are, while unorthodox, effective in the hands of a skilled user.

▸ Weaknesses:

While Oriton produces silk more resistant to ordinary fire than normal silk, Katon techniques are effective against the produced silk (unless it is infused with Suiton or Katon chakra). Furthermore, the silk glands are a particular weak point and damaging them sufficiently will remove the ability to produce any new silk.

▸ S-rank Techniques

▸ A-rank Techniques

▸ B-rank Techniques

▸ C-rank Techniques

Kamaitachi no Jutsu

Fūton: Daitoppa

▸ D-rank Techniques

▸ E-rank Techniques

All Academy Level Techniques

▸ Custom Jutsu:

▸ Oriton: Seikatsu Shokki [Living Loom]

▸ Rank:

D

▸ Range:

N/A

▸ Description:

This technique is the basis of the Yuganori clan’s techniques. By creating and manipulating Oriton chakra within the body, the user is able to create swaths of woven silk from their silk glands. The technique has many uses, few of which are combat related.
This technique is also the method by which Yuganori clan members are able to bind elemental chakra to existing materials. Takashi is skilled enough in its use to infuse her own silk with any chakra natures that she has available to her, which is currently Fūton.

When infused with Fūton chakra, the silk is exceptionally light, rendering it almost weightless even in large quantities.

▸ Weaknesses:

Though infused with great amounts of chakra, the silk still largely retains the weaknesses of traditional silk--while it is far more resistant to physical damage, fire is still very effective against it.

If infused with elemental chakra, the silk gains the weaknesses appropriate to the element it is infused with.

▸ Oriton: Kumonosu no Jutsu [Spider’s Web Technique]

▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

Short-Medium (Up to 50 feet/15 metres)

▸ Description:

Takashi creates a thick bundle of sticky silk fibres from her silk glands and launches it in given direction. Upon contact with a physical material, the silk will stick to it, and the Oriton chakra will chemically bind to it over the course of three seconds. Takashi is able to keep the fibres attached to her body in order to grab things and manipulate them.

▸ Weaknesses:

The silk is not too difficult to avoid, and if it attaches to clothing the clothing can be discarded to prevent Takashi from manipulating it effectively.

▸ Oriton: Mayu no Jutsu [Cocoon Technique]

▸ Rank:

D

▸ Range:

Medium

▸ Description:

Takashi creates a mass of Oriton chakra centred in her wrist and launches it in an orb from her palm. Upon coming into contact with a target, the orb of chakra expands into sticky silk fibres around the hit target, effectively trapping them inside a cocoon of silk. Due to the haste with which it is assembled, the cocoon itself will only last for a maximum of ten seconds. If Takashi uses this technique on someone who has been pulled to the centre of Oriton: Kumo no Su-nai Gijutsu, the cocoon has no time limit and is more difficult to break out of.

▸ Weaknesses:

The projectile is fairly easy to avoid, and if the silk is not avoided then excessive force from within is able to tear it apart.

▸ Oriton: Kumo no Su-nai Gijutsu [In the Spider’s Web Technique]

▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

Medium/Long – Approx. 80 feet/25 meters, then 15 feet/4.5 meters

▸ Description:

Takashi creates a small ball of highly condensed silken strands. With a single motion, the sphere bursts outwards, causing the strands to cover a large sphere at multiple points. If a target is hit by the strands, the Oriton chakra binds the silk to their body/clothing/armour. Takashi is then able to individually draw the strands into the extant orb, pulling things towards it. If Takashi uses Oriton: Mayu no Jutsu on someone who has been pulled to the centre of this technique, the cocoon has no time limit and is more difficult to break out of.

▸ Weaknesses:

The single strands are not particularly strong, and the technique requires multiple lines to hit an opponent to be effective. The individual strands are easy to cut with chakra infused weaponry.

▸ Equipment and Weaponry

Omoiyari [Mindfulness]
▸ Type:

Scarf

▸ Description:

Omoiyari is an extremely long scarf woven from the Yuganori clan's signature silk by Yuganori Kinuko for her younger sister Takashi. The scarf stretches to approximately 25 feet in length, enough to give Takashi around ten feet of usable material on both her left and right sides. The scarf is woven of Yuganori clan silk and as a result is infused with an enormous amount of chakra - and is additionally infused with a moderate amount of fūton chakra in the strands around the inch closest to each edge of the scarf. By utilising their silk glands and their Oriton chakra, Takashi is able of manipulating the movements of the scarf to a fine degree.

This allows Takashi to freely manoeuvre the scarf almost as if it were a flexible blade, though it is constrained by its length. The silk was woven to be extremely strong, resisting even fūton-enhanced weapons that would attempt to slash through the fibres--though piercing the material is significantly easier (but still extremely difficult for weapons that are not enhanced with chakra). Due to its tensile strength, the scarf is very well suited for binding individuals, and the application of additional Oriton chakra can cause the silk to bind with an opponent's clothing or skin given time.

Naruto: The New World [High-Casual]

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^{TIME: Present Day - Late Morning/Early Afternoon | LOCATION: The New Continent - En Route to the God Tree | INTERACTION: @Savato @J8cob @Rabidporcupine @Odin}

Yuhi listened to the doctor's explanation and nodded along, beginning to understand what had happened from his account of the events. He believed he was correct in that thinking a factor had been omitted from the explanation that they'd been given - not knowingly, as the doctor's recollection had seemed quite forthcoming (and there was little reason to lie to the individuals supposed to ensure your safety) - but there was something that was not quite right. Nagi's interrogation of him seemed to have earned her nothing but his scorn (and rightfully so, in his mind) and as she factored him into the equation, he gave her a look of equal parts desire to educate her and disdain for her lack of understanding. She was singularly focused, it seemed--she had been given her mission, and like her division's moniker she was determined to sniff it out to the exclusion of anything else. That was an immensely useful trait for a detective, and even knowing as little about her as he did he was quite certain that she was a stellar detective - but this mission did not require a detective. It required a cohesive unit of individuals who acted with proper information and planning, and apparently Nagi and Izuku preferred to act before those stages were complete. Yuhi got a very different vibe from Soryu, though - he was quite certain that the blue haired ninja was processing the available information in his own way and preparing to act in kind... Though the haste with which half of their team acted prevented him from really being able to do so.

"Thank you, Doctor. We will report back once we have made progress on the mission." He offered, a tinge of disdain and a tinge of apology in his voice, as he stepped away.

Though there had been no time for it earlier, Yuhi made sure to answer Nagi at least briefly before she brazenly stepped foot into the swamp.

"God Trees are the progenitors of chakra. I'm sure you know the history in some form, perhaps allegorically--Kaguya ate of the tree's fruit and became the first to wield the power of chakra. A tree similar to this one is the reason that history's course was altered from the normal to the extraordinary, and why we all exist in the fashion that we do." He spoke hurriedly, attempting to give his teammates at least a fragment of the knowledge required to appreciate the sheer importance of what was unfolding before them. He immediately got a sense of who was taking him seriously and listening to him--that was, Nagi and Soryu--and made a note to have a frank discussion with Izuku about the importance of cohesion once they had survived this ordeal. Indeed, most of the group seemed to follow Nagi's lead into the swamp without so much of a second thought (again, with the exception of Soryu who hesitated slightly), and Yuhi took the opportunity to observe precisely what was happening with them as they progressed into the swamp.

He noted first that they seemed to be walking in circles - peculiar enough, given that the God Tree was straight ahead of them, but it did make plenty of sense given the story they'd heard about the deceased scientist. There was clearly something perverting the sense of perception of those who attempted to approach the tree - and, thinking about it, that did not seem too out of place. Though his knowledge on the God Trees was quite limited, he had read that they possessed some form of sapience (not perhaps an intelligence, but a will that could be expressed by any means it had available to it). Given the pulsating tangle of chakra he could feel within the tree from even here it occurred to him that perhaps the God Tree was defending itself by using genjutsu, or something akin to it. How it was applied did not immediately come to mind, though he wagered that at this point he had almost spent as much time as he was going to be able to without actually stepping in to the swamp. Just before his foot crossed the threshold, Yuhi barked out a quick question to test whether or not his companions could hear him:

"Are you aware that you're walking in circles?"

There was no response. Indeed, it seemed that his working theory of genjutsu rendered them unable to hear him - though he was quite curious about whether or not it would be a shared illusion or an individual experience. It seemed likely to be shared, he figured, if it was some protective instinct of the God Tree. Given that the scenario was very likely about to involve the mysterious local fauna attacking him, Yuhi removed the Yata no Kesan from his backpack and allowed it to hover gently over his open right palm, and continued to walk towards his squad. As the illusion took control of his senses, he found his way to the group rather quickly and attempted to explain to them his perception of the situation amidst the sound of the apparent local fauna beginning to close its way in.

"I believe that the God Tree is somehow influencing this genjutsu--a protective measure, perhaps, to halt our approach? Given how suspect this seems, I'm inclined to believe that we should investigate the tree at the earliest possible opportunity. It will likely offer us a way to end all of this and establish the safe zone - though I am certain that of all of us, I am the only one with enough knowledge about the God Tree to end things in such a manner." Yuhi spoke quickly, having also heard the tell-tale sounds of the local fauna coming towards the group. He found it particularly odd that there was a whistling sound, and as they came into view he took in their measure as best as he could while preparing himself for combat. At their most basic level they had the forms of wolves, but there were subtle changes from most of the specimens he had ever encountered. Their gait was longer (though he wasn't sure if he could attribute that to the wolves or to the genjutsu), their snouts were oddly shaped for carnivorous predators, and there was a flower on the very tip of their tails which seemed to emit the whistling noise that he'd been hearing. The flower in particular struck a chord with Yuhi, who began thinking about it as he kneaded chakra internally in preparation to fight the wolves.

It looked remarkably similar to the bud atop the God Tree, which further lent itself to his theory that the tree was the ultimate cause behind the unique fauna and the genjutsu that they found themselves in. It would explain why the genjutsu was a shared experience, as they did not seem to each be having similar but completely distinct instances of the genjutsu due to their ability to communicate with one another (and Yuhi's lack of being able to communicate them when he was not within the genjutsu). He didn't have much time to ponder the implications further, however, as his perception was fighting against him. Where once the wolves had been plainly visible, they were now simply gone. His periphery told him that something was moving, and as he swivelled his head to take a look there was clearly the form of a wolf where before there had only been a tree. Genjutsu were not something he had a great deal of experience in, though he had picked up as many tips as possible from Kyoko whenever she elected to talk about her abilities. Much of the trouble with dealing with a malleable genjutsu that could adapt itself was the intelligence behind it--only particularly intelligent beings could alter one's perception on such a fundamental level that it becomes impossible to distinguish from reality. It was a relatively safe risk to assume that the God Tree did not have such a level of intelligence, or its defence would likely be far more intricate than ambushing those who came close to it with its minions and genjutsu.

As his mind raced with the possibilities, he didn't notice that a wolf had leaped right at him and attempted to sink its teeth into his midriff. As the bite happened, Yuhi curiously felt no sense of pressure. He wondered for a second what had happened, thinking the seals on his body should have activated, before realising that the attack itself was illusory and snapping his thoughts back to reality. With enough chakra prepared, he activated his Shikigami no Mai and dispersed a loose cloud of paper within a few feet of him. He could not rely on his senses to accurately track the beasts, so he would ensure that they would not reach him without navigating through his weapons of choice. Sure enough, between the illusory attacks that simply phased through the paper and were clearly not real, one of the wolves made its move and lunged at him with a vicious bite. A piece of paper stuck to the top of its elongated snout, and with a quick burst of his chakra the kanji for "Cut" would appear on the piece of paper, and in an instant the wolf's jaw and the beginning of its head were severed vertically, not quite splitting open due to the length of their snouts. The wolf crumpled to the floor immediately, blood oozing from the clean cut and slicking the paper so that it slid off into the marshy mess below. He wasn't expecting it to have done that much damage, truth be told, as the effects from his bloodline were quite weak without an enormous amount of chakra to back them up - but the wolves seemed to be similar enough to common animals that the effects were quite pronounced.

The next wolf came for him from behind, opting not to leap towards him but to go for his legs in order to prevent his escape true to their harrier style of combat. It managed to avoid several of the loosely floating sheets of paper, and got within two feet of Yuhi before he channelled fūton chakra into a single sheet along its edge and brought it straight down, slicing through the wolf's spine and into its body before emerging cleanly from its belly underneath. The strike served to paralyse the creature's body immediately, but its momentum carried it forward enough to land a weak bite against his calf before it actually died. The teeth barely managed to touch his flesh, but it was a solemn reminder of the dangers of combat - Yuhi had been sloppy, and had this been a stronger enemy he could have suffered an actual injury instead of the mild tinge of pain he currently felt. When he'd finished, he noted that his teammates had similarly beaten their own attackers - and that Nagi had been beset by considerably more wolves than they had. He afforded himself a brief moment to wonder why before deactivating the Shikigami no Mai and gathering up the errant sheets of paper, about 20, and arranging them into a neat stack in his hands while his mysterious cube idly floated beside him.

"The flowers on these wolves are too similar to the bud atop the God Tree for it to be a coincidence. Keep that in mind." he stated, nodding towards Soryu. Nagi seemed too headstrong and cocksure to consider the implications of the statement, and Izuku was... well, Izuku. Not much of a strategist, to put it lightly. Soryu was certainly the man he trusted the most with any sort of strategic advice from his brief time observing his team. Then, all around them, the illusion changed. He noticed nothing but an entrance to the God Tree revealing itself, and his heart raced at the possibility of getting to discover what was within the tree and study it in further detail. The violent roar reached his ears, but he barely even considered what it meant as he started to walk towards the God-Tree, then stopped and looked at the monstrosity that encroached upon the group. He hesitated for a second, before impressing his chakra into the stack of paper, emblazoning each of the twenty pieces with a more grandiose version of the commonly recognised symbol for an explosive tag, and foisted them upon Soryu.

"I see an opening for the tree - I'm going to go and see if I can stop this before it really begins! Use those explosive tags in the fight, and good luck!" he called out, simply unable to both pass up the opportunity to research the God Tree and put his theory to the test. Everything was far too connected for it to be a coincidence. Nobody else would be able to do what he could within the tree, and though it meant abandoning his team to fight the monster without him he truly believed that the best outcome would result from him examining what he believed was the source of all of these troubles. If his team hated him for a hundred years for his decision, he was certain he could live with that. He'd have forgotten them by then, anyway.

He made a mad dash for the opening, and climbed inside.