Zugzwang

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Jiro heard the explosions, and briefly entertained the notion that he had succeeded as he dashed further around the circle. The sound of roaring flames and the impacts of what sounded like an avalanche quickly dispelled this foolhardy notion. Of course it would not be that easy. Jiro once again stopped his maneuver around the ring, now approximately 100 degrees from where he began, and traipsed back to the treeline.

He was careful to take in the sights. Information was never more harmful than ignorance. He noticed the scorch marks from where his shuriken detonated. Looking carefully, Jiro saw three kunai embedded in the ground nearby, clearly having been used to deflect the oncoming projectiles. That was excellent, just what he needed. It meant Hideo was unlikely to dodge, or so Jiro figured. Jiro noticed the arrows embedded in and around the circle. He thanked his lucky stars that he had accidentally followed the first rule of ranged combat.

Bring a friend who is also skilled in ranged combat.

This would make everything so much easier. Finally, Jiro noticed that there were three copies his teacher standing in the circle. Jiro leaned forward, trying to get a better angle on the ground surrounding his teacher. He was looking for shadows, of course: certain clones left shadows, and certain clones did not. Or, so he had read. He only saw one, stretching out along the ground from the one in the middle (from Jiro's perspective, of course). The two not casting shadows were basic clones, which would dispel with a good hit, or so he assumed. Jiro honestly didn't know what a Jonin would be capable of with academy-level techniques, but it would most likely be more than Jiro expected. The one casting the shadow was either Hideo, or a more solid clone. Either way, it was the correct target.

Jiro readied three more explosive shuriken, and then dropped one of his bullets into his hand. The steel-coated lead felt familiarly heavy in his hand, some excitement building. Jiro considered sticking a tag to it, but thought better of it: having to account for an explosion would only restrict his shooting options.

If your stance is good, you’re probably not moving fast enough or using cover correctly.

Jiro had to ignore the rule for a moment, just for a crucial second. He tossed the three shuriken all together, spreading them wide enough to cover the whole circle. He very much hoped that Hideo had not given his clones real weapons, with which to deflect the arcing metal disks. As he threw his barrage, he checked where his teammates were, and angled his next attack appropriately.

Always be aware of what it behind your target

Both were in the clear. Jiro tossed the bullet up, and made the bird hand seal. The bullet stopped its upwards trajectory, held in place for a moment before Jiro whispered his favorite words.

"Magnet Acceleration Jutsu"

The shuriken were halfway through their flight when the crack of the sonic boom met Jiro's protected ears. The cone of metal spun and bolted away, imbued with all the force Jiro could muster. He felt the chakra drain out of him, more than he was used to. He was aiming for the leg of the only solid target in the circle, hoping that the supersonic cone of metal would catch his teacher off guard and strike home. The desire to process the result was strong, but Jiro knew better. A breath after he had fired his technique, he was back into the trees, listening for the telltale explosion and the hoped-for yells of frustrated agony as supersonic metal meets femur.

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Jiro heard shout immediately. Before he heard that familiar hiss-roar of burning chakra, or felt the heat play at his back, he silently thanked his new teacher for having the courtesy to vocalize his technique. With the extra half-second of warning, Jiro could turn and see the arcing balls of fire and kick his mind into combat gear. He could feel the moments stretch, and felt his heart and breath speed alongside his perception.

The arcing flames were not accurately sighted, but Jiro had read that the Phoenix Sage jutsu could be directed mid-flight with startling rapidity. He needed to get clear and out of the open. As he kicked off the ground, diagonally away from his attacking teacher and towards the lilting boughs of the forest, he could hear his rules echoing in his mind.

Distance is your friend
Cover and concealment are your friends, if you know the difference

The trees promised all three, and he raced towards them as fast as his legs, and what chakra he could manage, could carry him.

If you are not shooting: communicate, prepare and run

Jiro couldn't do the first at the moment. Even if he could shout over the flames and impart some small wisdom, his teacher would hear it and process it better than his teammates. He was already doing the latter, and so there was only one thing to do. By the time he was halfway to the treeline along his risky straight-line path, he had removed a scroll from his bandoleer, channeling a drop of chakra into the first of many seals upon it, a sack of jingling pieces of metal falling into his hand. With his free hand, he affixed his earplugs, the world immediately becoming muffled and distant-sounding.

Always have a plan
Always have a backup plan, because the first will not work
The faster the fight is over, the less shot you will get

Jiro cringed as he scrambled up one of the trees a handful of meters into the foliage. He had the barest idea of a first plan, and nothing to fall back on. Hideo would not be impressed. He knew roughly where his teacher was, and where he was in relation to the man. Jiro needed to end the fight before his teacher wore them down. Within a few seconds of entering the trees Jiro had moved around the circular clearing by approximately 60 degrees, and decided he had waited long enough. Jiro dropped to the ground and moved carefully, making as little noise as possible and staying as close to life-saving cover as he could. Four meters forward he caught sight of his teacher, where he suspected the man was remaining. He made extra-sure that none of his teammates were close enough to be endangered by an attack.

Only Hits Count
Accuracy is Relative, calm is better than practiced: Fear the 'Pucker Factor'
If your stance is good, you're not moving fast enough

Jiro plucked one of the bullets from his pouch and began channeling chakra for a brief moment before changing his mind. He had no desire to inflict a potentially deadly wound on his teacher, as unlikely as it seemed, or waste the element of surprise, not when moving the man out of the circle was the real objective. Jiro dropped the bullet back into his pack, reclaiming the chakra he had been preparing and instead, with practiced ease, plucked a shuriken with one of his less powerful explosive tags tied to it, and threw it with all the accuracy he could manage at the jonin's feet, using his chakra to prime the short time fuse on the slip of paper.

Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Chakra is cheap – life is expensive.

Two more shuriken followed, each with their own tag affixed to the metal. Jiro immediately began to retreat, not willing to risk the third degree burns he was trying so hard to not think about just to see the explosions. He dashed deeper into the woods, continuing his path around the ring of trees as fast as he could.

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"I am pleased to meet both of you. I look forward to working with such capable seniors." Politeness cost nothing, and sometimes earned the world. It wasn't that he was being disingenuous: Jiro was sure that both of his new teammates were good ninja, likely his superiors in terms of skill and experience. However, knowing something and vocalizing it are two very different things, and that difference has meant the difference between life and death for innumerable figures in Jiro's lighter reading.

Upon hearing the exhortation of Hideo (Jiro noticed that he never heard the man's last name; perhaps he missed it), Jiro grimaced ever so slightly. "I suspect the longer we plan, the worse our new teacher will make our 'prerequisite'. I recommend we skip ahead to the plan itself."

Jiro fell silent for a moment as he concentrated on scheming. A short time later, he made to speak. "I recommend we attack as one, independently coordinating as best we can. I do not feel qualified to recommend a specific course of action for either of you, having only just met you both. However, genin are very unlikely to be able to fight a successful battle of attrition against a jonin on the offensive: a quick, strong burst of attack would play to our numbers as well as our chakra reserves.”

Jiro ruminated for a moment longer, wondering if he should stop. He would hate to seem pushy, to alienate his teammates within an hour of meeting them. That, however, was not the thinking of a good ninja, in Jiro’s mind; he would need to be ready to risk reputation for success in the field, so he should train for it before it was necessary.

“In addition, we have much less experience than our teacher, and as such less tricks to discover. He will get a feel for our capabilities much faster than we would his, and he is likely better at exploiting them than we are. I do not know how much research Hideo has done on us, but he will not know everything we are capable of. We should attack to maximize the utility of this ignorance if we want the best chance of passing the ‘prerequisite’.”

Jiro took a breath, aware he was running on; time was wasting and he was determined to hear feedback from Mr. Miyazaki and Ms. Mizushima. “This course of action would almost certainly leave us with an insignificant chance of success should it fail, but if our absolute best all at once is insufficient to win, I do not think we would have a chance no matter what we did.”

Jiro finally fell silent, looking slightly apologetically to his comrades for taking up so much of their slowly-wasting time.

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Jiro was not particularly pleased with the quip about his height. He was tall for his age; it wasn’t his fault he had been put on a team with older genin. He did not let it faze him, however. He’d been called much worse in his lifetime, and he was a ninja-in-training. Ninja do not usually have the luxury of pride, and Jiro had worked hard to remove it from himself.

He was much less pleased with the implication that he would not be of use to his team, and despite all the mental preparation he had put himself through, he almost objected then and there. Fortunately, his wits were not so frayed after his morning’s exertion that he let his instincts get the better of him. He contented himself with a brief, moderate scowl.

He was relieved to hear the call for ‘group huddle’ by Miyazaki. Jiro had been afraid his hypothetical team would be heavy on bravado and low on teamwork. Jiro was never one for bravado, in his opinion. It just didn’t suit him. He was about to recommend they go far away, where the teacher could not hear them or read their lips, when his recommendation was left stillborn in his throat as Mizuhima put voice to his recommendations. Jiro was starting to think he couldn’t have asked for a better team.

His two companions began their exodus, but Jiro dawdled for a moment. He didn’t think questions would get him any further. His teacher was being understandably tight-lipped regarding the exercise. Jiro had learned, however, that a refusal to answer questions was not a refusal to give out information, willingly or otherwise. That lesson had been reinforced a few times this morning, and Jiro would not soon forget it.

His test was simple. He found a stone on the ground, one the size of a small apple, and felt its balance. He wanted to spend the time and write an impromptu explosive seal on the front, but with each second, his teammates drifted further away. Doing so would be bad experimental practice, anyways. Test for one variable at a time, the modify hypotheses. Jiro tossed the rock from his right hand to his left, and threw it with some force at his new teacher’s smug-looking face.

*thud*

Jiro watched the rock fly directly into the nose of his teacher, obviously causing a meager amount of discomfort, before watching it drop back to the dirt. Jiro was not sure what to make of that, honestly, but he was sure there was a lesson in there somewhere. A lesson, and perhaps a little revenge for the comments about his height.

He’d never found a writer claiming ninja could not be petty, in all his years of scholarship.

Jiro joined his teammates far enough from his teacher to feel at least moderately comfortable. For all Jiro knew, the jonin had a whole host of sensory techniques trained on his new students at this very moment, and the hundred meters the trio had walked were pointless. For all Jiro knew, he was under a genjutsu right now and he was actually drowning in a river. Jiro tried to dispel any genjutsu. None being evidently dispelled, or even disrupted, he began to speak. He spoke in his normal cadence, though in a more hushed tone than usual. Caution was a habit, Jiro knew, and he would not let it slip for a moment, especially not in the presence of a jonin. Then again, he really could never know when a jonin was near him, not at his level of ability.

Jiro stopped himself before his paranoia ran away from him, and began to speak after his hairline pause.

“Hello, Ms. Mizushima, Mr. Miyazaki. I look forward to being a part of your team.” Introductions couldn’t hurt, and it never hurt to be polite. “I am Jiro Nakahara. I am 13 years old, but I will do my best to not fall behind the two of you. I enjoy reading and bird-watching.” That was probably sufficient for introductions, Jiro figured. “My areas of focus are long range attacks with Magnet Release ninjutsu, and sensory techniques. My weaknesses are in physical strength and melee combat. I hope we can work together and succeed here. I also have some knowledge of fuuinjutsu, though I am still a novice” He patted the scroll-bandoleer he wore across his chest and around his back. “I would be very satisfied if we could show our new teacher that we are all capable students.”

Jiro was tempted, so very tempted, to start pitching ideas. He felt like he could guess Mizushima’s abilities, and he knew enough of Miyazaki from rumor and mutual friend chains that he had already come up with a few. He scolded himself internally for his impatience. One should never start trying to solve a puzzle, if one can help it, but Jiro could justify skipping that step, in the interest of not keeping his obviously-impatient teacher. Jiro scolded himself for nearly committing a grave social faux-pas. He remained silent, not showing any of his disappointment in himself as he waited for his teammates to speak. While he waited, he wondered which of his creations to use first, picturing each in turn. A smile played at the corner of his mouth, just for a moment. He was even more excited than he had forseen.

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An unfortunate amount of rumors about the man before him were immediately confirmed. Jiro figured this was a bad sign. Though, Jiro never put much stock in hearsay. Jiro would not let gossiping civilians mar the good first impression his teacher had given. The man was gruff, certainly. Unorthodox as well. Jiro did not hold it against the older man: anyone who lives long enough in the service of the Village is bound to develop some mental abnormalities. Jiro did not doubt that he would have eccentricities of a similar magnitude if, when he was a Jonin. Jiro even smiled when he heard the teacher's motivation. His honesty, though almost certainly misleading, was refreshing indeed after Jiro's morning.

Jiro already liked his teacher. What he did not like, was the vagueness of the assignment. He spoke up immediately, his mind racing for hidden meaning, doublespeak, easy solutions.

"Excuse me, teacher." Jiro waited a brief moment for a rebuke, moving on before a spirited one could be given. One had to be polite, after all. "What will you be doing while this exercise? What is this exercise a prerequisite for? Is there a failure state for us? What would the consequences be if we failed?" Jiro stopped himself before he carried himself into dangerous territory. There was one question he desperately wanted to ask, but did not.

Why does the test cater to Ms. Mizushima, the only one of us you know to be a ranged specialist, so heavily?. Jiro had never liked favoritism, ever since he had been on the wrong end of it. He certainly hoped his master would not lose all the respect Jiro had begun to feel.

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Jiro, like most children, had been spared the terrors of bureaucracy growing up. The closest he'd come to real administrative struggle was redeeming his Genin-level information access, and that had been resolved with a quick trip to the Hokage's Tower, all issues cleared within an hour. Until this morning, Jiro had thought that hour to be the most execrable 60 minutes of his life.

He had been forced to radically shift his view on the world. The perdition had began at dawn, when he received an accidental summons to the Hokage's office. It finally seemed to end, near enough to eight hours later, with his team assignment being handed out twenty minutes after the academy would let out his peers. In that time, he had been mistaken for a criminal-of-war executed during the First Ninja War, assigned to an entirely fictitious team of ninja leftover from the Fourth War, and recommended to ANBU for immediate recruitment following an unfortunate misspelling on the part of a clerk within the Logistics Division. It had been eight hours of running to and fro, brandishing identification passes, testimonies from parents and ninja, and one rather unforeseen bribe to a waitress in a disreputable bar just outside the walls.

Jiro was exhausted, at least mentally. The long wait in the Registry Department had given him time to rest, but he had been thinking fast for hours, been constantly under stress for hours. He'd had to give sensitive information to extremely powerful individuals, some of whom no doubt suspected him a spy from a foreign village. The thought of strenuous training for which he was late when he left the last office was almost too much to bear. A voice in the back of Jiro's mind prated that he could not be expected to participate in ninja training after such an ordeal, and that he would be justified in taking the day off and browsing that scroll he had spotted in the library over the weekend.

The larger part of Jiro's brain told him to stop being a child and do his duty. His frenzied rush across town to "Training Ground 11" evidenced which course of action he followed. With the delay at the Records Department, he had at least managed to learn who his teammates were. He knew them both, though could not call himself friends with either. Both were significantly older than him, and likely more skilled. It was daunting in a way, but at least he would have good advice when he needed it. He hoped he would not be a hindrance at first: he would not normally have questioned the leadership of the Leaf, but with the experience of the last few hours had done wonders to disillusion Jiro with his superior officers. Idly, he wondered if this was part of the training; if all his fellow students had to wrestle the mechanisms of the most powerful military in the world before they could earn assignment.

The sight of his teammates standing at the training grounds, looking fresh and excited, disproved this notion. He had been the only one: just his luck. He wouldn't let it get in the way of things. He had only caught sight of the training grounds for a moment before re-submerging into the dense canopy of trees in which he was travelling. He slowed to walking pace a score of meters before the edge of the foliage. Skidding to a halt without precedent was a good way to make a terrible, bizarre, first impression, Jiro thought. He dropped from the trees, absentmindedly checking his bandoleer of scrolls and his various sacks of miscellaneous tools, straightening his brown-and-olive camouflage outfit, focusing on slowing his breathing and wiping the thin skin of sweat that covered his head, his only exposed extremity.

Jiro emerged from the trees at a light jog, wanting to look like he had made an effort to arrive on time without appearing a madman. He greeted his two teammates with slight bows, and offered his new commanding officer an official scroll detailing his reason for being so late. Jiro was glad he had asked for it: he doubted anyone would believe the trouble he had gone through on word alone.

He resumed a polite distance from his teacher and his teammates. No doubt they were waiting on him impatiently, as eager to start as he was. Idle conversation would only delay things further. His retreat from his teacher, accompanied by a polite bow, was more to placate the jounin: Jiro did not know which rumors to believe regarding the man, but if half of them were correct politeness and deference was likely the best opening gambit. He could always change his approach later.

Jiro ended his bow and stood patiently, excitement finally overpowering fatigue and pessimism in his mind, as he waited for his teacher to begin.

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Character Sheet

Jiro Nakahara

"The greatest evils come not during war, but victory."

Basic Info:

Name: Jiro Nakahara
Nickname/Alias: None
Gender:Male
Age and date of birth: 13, June 14th
Age Appearance: ~13-14
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Parents: His father, Hachirou, runs a small smithy on the edge of the Village, earning a comfortable standard of living for his family. His mother, has recently returned to nursing after quitting her occupation to raise her child. Jiro has no siblings, and his only extended family with whom he is in contact is an Aunt and Uncle farming just outside the village.

Length and build: A hair over 5’3, Jiro has a slim build. His arms and fingers are long, his strides appropriately long for his above-average height.

Weight: He weighs in at approximately 100 pounds, slightly too lean for a ninja of his height.

Favorite weather and season: Snow, Winter. The careless leave tracks, the clever are hidden all the better.

Village: Leaf Village
Birthplace: Leaf Village
Organization: Shinobi Forces

Clan/Bloodline: Much to his chagrin, Jiro belongs to no clan, and has no blood relation to learn from. Neither his mother nor father know of any ninja in their family, though Jiro did manage to find record of a Chunin bearing his family name in records of the Second Great War.

Rank: Genin

Chakra Nature: Wind

Appearance: Jiro is an unassuming child. His hair, colored a burned auburn, he inherited from his mother, and he wears it cropped short, well out of the way. Baby fat hides his angular face, only now beginning to be grown out of. His eyes are a muddy brown, specked with slivers of blue and wide on his face. His skin is well-tanned from his time out of doors, and is uncharacteristically unblemished for a ninja, Jiro having avoided receiving too many wounds in his short Academy career. He wears trousers and a long-sleeved shirt of whatever color affords camouflage when he expects trouble, protection given by armor worn beneath the thin cloth. In casual settings, he wears whatever he has not grown out of, the occasional growth spurt leaving his mostly-dark clothing often mismatched or ill-fitting.

He walks with confidence, and his eyes rarely stop moving. He takes in all he can, so ensconced in the ninja’s paranoid mindset that he can rarely bring himself to escape it, when he notices it at all. His voice is low for a boy his age, his voice marred by a lisp he has only recently managed to extricate from himself. Jiro speaks quickly and concisely, and always looks people in the eyes. His smile is frequent, his laugh much less so, and his anger manifests quietly indeed, scowls and frowns slight and reluctant when his displeasure mounts.

Personal Information:

Personality: Jiro is a serious boy. He is not taken with fantasy, nor the frequent delusions of grandeur so common amongst his peers. He is a boy focused on reality, and how he can shape it the best he can. That is not to say Jiro lacks any of the trappings of immaturity. He is often too decisive, too attracted to the high-minded and too easily taken in by the affectations of wisdom rather than real knowledge. His understanding of the world is limited by his age and experience, but Jiro has always made concerted efforts to know his own limits and map his ignorance, so it can be fixed.

Jiro loves both knowing things, and in the acquisition of knowledge itself. This manifests both as commendable scholarship and occasional, unfortunate, voyeurism. He craves knowledge of the world, of its mechanisms, and of means to translate what he knows into reality. His curiosity does not stop at the useful, however. He finds himself driven by his need to know minutiae or the intricacies of mundanities of everyday life. He loves to read, and listen, and watch, and think on what he has seen.

Jiro is as practical as he can manage to be, but often tries too hard to be clever, at the expense of success. Intricacy is his academic fetish, even while he knows that simplicity rules the battlefield. In his personal life, Jiro is reserved. He lets studies supersede his social life, and his interpersonal skills have been stymied somewhat by this priority. He is not a mean boy, or cold, but is frugal with his words and prefers to listen than speak. He does not guard his feelings, but they expose themselves in naturally subtle ways, and while he does not feel affection any less strongly than his peers, he expresses it without fanfare.

Jiro is highly idealistic. He wants to follow his moral code to the best of his abilities, and is afraid of the inevitable choice he will have to make between ninja duty and his own ethics. He has no particular love for the Leaf Village: it is his home, but not as exceptional as many claim it to be. He will give his life to protect it, and wishes to see it flourish through his service as ninja, but cannot rouse the same patriotism he has seen. Jiro, above all, wants to ensure happiness throughout the world, to help the world achieve lasting and perfect tranquility through whatever means present themselves.

History: Jiro wanted to be a ninja since he was very young. A catalyst is hard to pinpoint, the allure of ninjahood being strong since as long as he could remember, but Jiro would identify his family’s vacation to a rustic hot springs a turning point in his life, his journey bringing him face to face with the devastated wasteland which hosted the climax of the Fourth Great Ninja War. He had never really understood what power meant, what humans in the world could accomplish, and what they could destroy. The sight filled his 5-year-old mind with fear, and envy, and ambition, and sadness beyond his years.

His parents supported his decision. Jiro had never shown interest in metalworking, and ninja could earn good livings without much danger, in times of peace. Jiro neglected to tell his parents that he would aim for the highest echelons of power, rather than contenting himself to a career of chuunin-level security and manual labor. In his first year at the academy, Jiro discovered he was blessed with a Bloodline Limit: the Magnet Release. He still remembers the realization that he was blessed as the happiest day of his life. His luck drove him to redouble his efforts, and with a life of work that occasionally bordered on asceticism Jiro graduated in the top percentiles of his class.

Jiro used his ninja access to the best of his abilities, learning what he could about ninjas, and specifically about his own powers. He learned that one of the Kazekage supposedly learned the technique, rather than being born with it. This revelation drove him deep into the sciences of the ninja world. His fascination has continued throughout his life, in science, and the obscure secrets of Sealcraft.

Theme Song: youtube.com/embed/OI4V07OXQvY

Weapons/Items:
Jiro believes in always being prepared. This is one of the reasons he was so drawn to Sealcraft. Jiro carries with him a wide variety of sealing scrolls of his own design, many of which seal within them additional sealing scrolls. Within his containers, Jiro holds the totality of his Sealcraft creations: tags of all types: flash, explosive, smoke, sound, even some experiments at the manipulation of more advanced forms of chakra. Perhaps more importantly are the piles of ammunition for Jiro’s magnet powers: Small cones, long rods and bullets of all kinds, in addition to kunai, wire and shuriken.

Skills and Techniques:

Skills/Abilities:
This is a litle different. You have 15 skill points you can put into 6 different skills.

Strength: 1
Stamina/Chakra Levels: 3
Speed: 2
Genjutsu: 0
Ninjutsu: 6
Taijutsu: 1
Fuuinjutsu: 2

Special Traits: Jiro has taken to heart the ideas of stealth so rarely found in young ninja nowadays. Coupled with excellent senses and a propensity to learn methods of scouting, Jiro has begun shaping his preferred role on his hypothetical team.

Technological enhancements: Nested storage seals are a particular favorite of the obsessively-organized Jiro.

Kekkei Genkai: Magnet Release

Traits/Abilities of Kekkei Genkai:

Jutsu:

Canon Jutsu: Academy Jutsus

Custom Jutsu:
Name of Technique: Magnet Release: Acceleration

Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu

Rank: Variable

Range: Short

Nature Type: Magnet

Handseals: Bird

Description: Jiro’s signature technique, and the focus of the lion’s share of his personal study. With this technique, Jiro may impart force on metal object. Iron and its derivatives are the easiest to control, but Jiro is capable of manipulating any metal with sufficient chakra control and force. Jiro may determine how much chakra to use on the technique: the magnitude of the acceleration is determined by the rate of chakra expenditure, and it continued only as long as chakra is fed into the jutsu. The technique uses chakra in surprising efficiency, and with Jiro’s control is expended almost directly in accordance with the amount of kinetic energy imparted. The acceleration is easiest when applied directly away from Jiro, but he can impart acceleration in any direction, even on isolated parts of a metal object. His control dictates the minimum size of the object or region he can control, and must use the jutsu on each region individually. His control has let him manipulate objects as small as one centimeter squared, on his best days.

Weakness: Since he can only manipulate one region at a time, and he can only cast the jutsu on one object at a time, he is unable to manipulate multiple objects. The jutsu’s defensive capabilities are further weakened by visual contact being all but necessary for Jiro, though he suspects with sufficient skill and chakra control he would be able to do without. The rate of possible chakra expenditure is not known to Jiro: if there is a limit, he has not yet. However, after endowing an object with approximately 20,000 joules, the cost per additional joule increases geometrically. The jutsu takes time to charge depending on how much force is desired. It requires an engagement range which is often unreasonable in ninja combat, and has no course-correction during the round's flight, leading to misses dependent on Jiro's ability to aim. Furthermore, since it relies on ammunition which cannot be replenished, it is both more expensive than other techniques and has a finite number of uses before a resupply is required.

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Character Sheet

"Character Quote: The greatest evils come not during war, but peace."

Basic Info:

Name: Jiro Nakahara
Nickname/Alias: None
Gender:Male
Age and date of birth: 13, June 14th
Age Appearance: ~13-14
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Parents: His father, Hachirou, runs a small smithy on the edge of the Village, earning a comfortable standard of living for his family. His mother, has recently returned to nursing after quitting her occupation to raise her child. Jiro has no siblings, and his only extended family with whom he is in contact is an Aunt and Uncle farming just outside the village.

Length and build: A hair over 5’3, Jiro has a slim build. His arms and fingers are long, his strides appropriately long for his above-average height.

Weight: He weighs in at approximately 100 pounds, slightly too lean for a ninja of his height.

Favorite weather and season: Snow, Winter. The careless leave tracks, the clever are hidden all the better.

Village: Leaf Village
Birthplace: Leaf Village
Organization: Shinobi Forces

Clan/Bloodline: Much to his chagrin, Jiro belongs to no clan, and has no blood relation to learn from. Neither his mother nor father know of any ninja in their family, though Jiro did manage to find record of a Chunin bearing his family name in records of the Second Great War.

Rank: Genin

Chakra Nature: Wind

Appearance: Jiro is an unassuming child. His hair, colored a burned auburn, he inherited from his mother, and he wears it cropped short, well out of the way. Baby fat hides his angular face, only now beginning to be grown out of. His eyes are a muddy brown, specked with slivers of blue and wide on his face. His skin is well-tanned from his time out of doors, and is uncharacteristically unblemished for a ninja, Jiro having avoided receiving too many wounds in his short Academy career. He wears trousers and a long-sleeved shirt of whatever color affords camouflage when he expects trouble, protection given by armor worn beneath the thin cloth. In casual settings, he wears whatever he has not grown out of, the occasional growth spurt leaving his mostly-dark clothing often mismatched or ill-fitting.

He walks with confidence, and his eyes rarely stop moving. He takes in all he can, so ensconced in the ninja’s paranoid mindset that he can rarely bring himself to escape it, when he notices it at all. His voice is low for a boy his age, his voice marred by a lisp he has only recently managed to extricate from himself. Jiro speaks quickly and concisely, and always looks people in the eyes. His smile is frequent, his laugh much less so, and his anger manifests quietly indeed, scowls and frowns slight and reluctant when his displeasure mounts.

Personal Information:

Personality: Jiro is a serious boy. He is not taken with fantasy, nor the frequent delusions of grandeur so common amongst his peers. He is a boy focused on reality, and how he can shape it the best he can. That is not to say Jiro lacks any of the trappings of immaturity. He is often too decisive, too attracted to the high-minded and too easily taken in by the affectations of wisdom rather than real knowledge. His understanding of the world is limited by his age and experience, but Jiro has always made concerted efforts to know his own limits and map his ignorance, so it can be fixed.

Jiro loves both knowing things, and in the acquisition of knowledge itself. This manifests both as commendable scholarship and occasional, unfortunate, voyeurism. He craves knowledge of the world, of its mechanisms, and of means to translate what he knows into reality. His curiosity does not stop at the useful, however. He finds himself driven by his need to know minutiae or the intricacies of mundanities of everyday life. He loves to read, and listen, and watch, and think on what he has seen.

Jiro is as practical as he can manage to be, but often tries too hard to be clever, at the expense of success. Intricacy is his academic fetish, even while he knows that simplicity rules the battlefield. In his personal life, Jiro is reserved. He lets studies supersede his social life, and his interpersonal skills have been stymied somewhat by this priority. He is not a mean boy, or cold, but is frugal with his words and prefers to listen than speak. He does not guard his feelings, but they expose themselves in naturally subtle ways, and while he does not feel affection any less strongly than his peers, he expresses it without fanfare.

Jiro is highly idealistic. He wants to follow his moral code to the best of his abilities, and is afraid of the inevitable choice he will have to make between ninja duty and his own ethics. He has no particular love for the Leaf Village: it is his home, but not as exceptional as many claim it to be. He will give his life to protect it, and wishes to see it flourish through his service as ninja, but cannot rouse the same patriotism he has seen. Jiro, above all, wants to ensure happiness throughout the world, to help the world achieve lasting and perfect tranquility through whatever means present themselves.

History: Jiro wanted to be a ninja since he was very young. A catalyst is hard to pinpoint, the allure of ninjahood being strong since as long as he could remember, but Jiro would identify his family’s vacation to a rustic hot springs a turning point in his life, his journey bringing him face to face with the devastated wasteland which hosted the climax of the Fourth Great Ninja War. He had never really understood what power meant, what humans in the world could accomplish, and what they could destroy. The sight filled his 5-year-old mind with fear, and envy, and ambition, and sadness beyond his years.

His parents supported his decision. Jiro had never shown interest in metalworking, and ninja could earn good livings without much danger, in times of peace. Jiro neglected to tell his parents that he would aim for the highest echelons of power, rather than contenting himself to a career of chuunin-level security and manual labor. In his first year at the academy, Jiro discovered he was blessed with a Bloodline Limit: the Magnet Release. He still remembers the realization that he was blessed as the happiest day of his life. His luck drove him to redouble his efforts, and with a life of work that occasionally bordered on asceticism Jiro graduated in the top percentiles of his class.

Jiro used his ninja access to the best of his abilities, learning what he could about ninjas, and specifically about his own powers. He learned that one of the Kazekage supposedly learned the technique, rather than being born with it. This revelation drove him deep into the sciences of the ninja world. His fascination has continued throughout his life, in science, and the obscure secrets of Sealcraft.

Theme Song: youtube.com/embed/OI4V07OXQvY

Weapons/Items:
Jiro believes in always being prepared. This is one of the reasons he was so drawn to Sealcraft. Jiro carries with him a wide variety of sealing scrolls of his own design, many of which seal within them additional sealing scrolls. Within his containers, Jiro holds the totality of his Sealcraft creations: tags of all types: flash, explosive, smoke, sound, even some experiments at the manipulation of more advanced forms of chakra. Perhaps more importantly are the piles of ammunition for Jiro’s magnet powers: Small cones, long rods and bullets of all kinds, in addition to kunai, wire and shuriken.

Skills and Techniques:

Skills/Abilities:
This is a litle different. You have 15 skill points you can put into 6 different skills.

Strength: 1
Stamina/Chakra Levels: 2
Speed: 3
Fuuinjutsu: 2
Ninjutsu: 6
Taijutsu: 1

Special Traits: Jiro has taken to heart the ideas of stealth so rarely found in young ninja nowadays. Coupled with excellent senses and a propensity to learn methods of scouting, Jiro has begun shaping his preferred role on his hypothetical team.

Technological enhancements: Nested storage seals are a particular favorite of the obsessively-organized Jiro.

Kekkei Genkai: Magnet Release

Traits/Abilities of Kekkei Genkai:

Jutsu:

Canon Jutsu: Academy Jutsus

Custom Jutsu:
Name of Technique: Magnet Release: Acceleration

Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu

Rank: Variable

Range: Short

Nature Type: Magnet

Handseals: Bird

Description: Jiro’s signature technique, and the focus of the lion’s share of his personal study. With this technique, Jiro may impart force on metal object. Iron and its derivatives are the easiest to control, but Jiro is capable of manipulating any metal with sufficient chakra control and force. Jiro may determine how much chakra to use on the technique: the magnitude of the acceleration is determined by the rate of chakra expenditure, and it continued only as long as chakra is fed into the jutsu. The technique uses chakra in surprising efficiency, and with Jiro’s control is expended almost directly in accordance with the amount of kinetic energy imparted. The acceleration is easiest when applied directly away from Jiro, but he can impart acceleration in any direction, even on isolated parts of a metal object. His control dictates the minimum size of the object or region he can control, and must use the jutsu on each region individually. His control has let him manipulate objects as small as one centimeter squared, on his best days.

Weakness: Since he can only manipulate one region at a time, and he can only cast the jutsu on one object at a time, he is unable to manipulate multiple objects. The jutsu’s defensive capabilities are further weakened by visual contact being all but necessary for Jiro, though he suspects with sufficient skill and chakra control he would be able to do without. The rate of possible chakra expenditure is not known to Jiro: if there is a limit, he has not yet. However, after endowing an object with approximately 20,000 joules, the cost per additional joule increases geometrically.

Gosh I forgot how much I hated arbitrary stats in forum RPs. A small price to pay for joining a rad game, I suppose. Let me know if there is anything you want changed about Jiro.

EDIT: I don't BELIEVE IT! I missed a certain part of the rules. How embarrassing. I've got so much egg on my face you could slap me with a frying pan and call me an omelette.

Naruto: Shinobi reborn

@Zugzwang Yeah we're still accepting. Just get up a CS and I'll approve it. You'll most likely just start off meeting the others in the training grounds rather than the classroom.

@SayZun

Good to hear. I was thinking about repurposing an idea I had, and there is a spot for "bloodline". Is the Magnet Release acceptable for my character to possess? It is pretty central to the character, is all.