To that, Zodiark simply shrugged. He figured he'd give it a shot. Though it might have worked on others, Shion's mental fortitude and knowing what was a ploy and what was the real thing was, if nothing else, uncanny. Even in her weakened state, her awareness remained intact. Perhaps that's where he let his tendency to have too much fun dominate his equal mental prowess that Shion had.
And as he listened to her words carefully, he found it interesting she would mention Jackson. "I suppose you are right about that. How could I possibly underestimate that?" Zodiark feigned shock, throwing up his hands into the air as he did. "It's almost as if I didn't anticipate Jackson having powers that could heal Emiri from my hold. Or did I?" As he said that, Zodiark's palm flashed with his glyph. At the same time, in front of him, Shion would no doubt feel an immense pain shoot through her entire arm. And when she would go to her knees, Zodiark casually came to her eye level. "You Humes truly are so foolish. Do you honestly think I do anything without a reason?" Zodiark gripped her arm tightly with the same arm that was infected with his poisonous power. "While you ventured here, you unknowingly put them at risk." Zodiark said, hinted towards something; though he would not specify what exactly it was.
"A different symptom?" Wesley mused, biting his thumb. This truly was perplexing. The Word seemed to draw upon physical ailments as a way to work its way into the body. What happened to him was one one possible symptom. It does seem to work in the way a cold or the flu does, but with the added bonus of being bonded to what makes the Wood so enlightening but far more expansive. It connected them to Mist itself and as an added bonus, it enhances their capabilities past even than that of the Esper Seals do. Still, it was an enigma.
Just as Wesley was pondering on it more, a thought came to him. Before he would speak, he caught Keiran's glance. Based on it, he saw that Keiran knew that Wesley was starting to figure it out. "I..need to see this for myself." Wesley stated aloud. He used the gears on his chair and back out from the table and would proceed to go to the halls. "Please excuse me and enjoy the rest of the meal. I will be back shortly," Wesley stated, distracted by the thoughts of The Word that plagued his mind.
When she had slapped him, Zodiark let out a chuckle, smirking at her. He fully expected a reaction such as that. In fact, he anticipated it. He wanted her to react like that. Of course, he knew how much she cared for Rio. That was the only other man she loved before The Golden Wolf of Archadia came into her life. It was disappointing, though. To think that a woman with so much discipline and as cold and guarded as she was could be prone to the most basic of Hume emotions: anger and love. She could try and deny it but she's more like Jaakuna than she would like to deny.
And that's what Zodiark would exploit. "I was mistaken. Rio and Jaakuna, though similar, do not have the same dark lust for power." Zodiark stated, grinning sinisterly. "Rio has more in common with the Time Scion. Her desire for power and doubts in her own power is just how...pitiful Rio was. Always coming to me for more and never realizing that my power was what led to his demise. Emiri will soon face the same end. And there's nothing you nor Jackson can do about it." Zodiark was ranting, approaching Shion. He placed a hand on her cheek. "My sweet Blue rose," Zodiark's speech suddenly changed, sounding eerie familiar like Rio's voice. "Despite everything, you let me die. You let Avira die. And, just like them, Francis and Jaakuna will die all because you couldn't do what needed to be done. It's all your fault."
There was a mix of emotions around the breakfast table. Before Savayna's uproar all of a sudden, it had been all smiles and good laughs. Though, when nearly everyone heard and felt her ear-piercing screams, some jolted out of their seats. Cassandra had covered her ears and did a light yelp of her own. Isabelle, who had joined them a few minutes prior, wondered what exactly caused her to make that abrupt shift in moods. She was definitely bothered by something that might've had to do with Grant, but that was too quick of a shift in her demeanor. One moment she was justifiably angry at Grant for flat out ignoring her and the next something went terribly wrong--so much so that she ended up losing control of her mist.
Everyone might've been clueless, but the one person who knew what happened to her kept the calmest of expressions. Wesley knew what she was experiencing. He let out a simple sigh. He knew not to worry. As bad as she might've felt right now, Wesley knew she would be alright. Still, it was vastly different than how he was. Maybe there's something about the Word that effects everyone differently. For him, it put him in a comatosed state, so maybe it gave Archadians an intense emotional outburst? No that's not quite right. They were always an emotional bunch. So what could it be?
If you think too hard, you'll rip your stitches. Wesley heard Hashmal tease.
Wesley would laugh, smiling there afterward. As he did, he heard silence throughout the halls of his castle. "Ah, it seems everything is under control now," Wesley mused. On the mention of Jaakuna, Zodiark chuckled as if amused. "It's funny how you mention him specifically. You must be quite fond of him, huh?" Zodiark fished, examining Shion's always-serious demeanor. "Someone like you who has lived this long and hasn't afforded herself the pleasure of lowering her guard since Avira and Rio." Zodiark knew that would strike some kind of reaction. "Makes one wonder if maybe you see some of them inside Jaakuna. Not Avira, for she didn't have the strength to withstand what you or Jaakuna had to endure. So, maybe he reminds you of Rio?" Zodiark mused, thinking to himself. He then glanced at Shion, sensing a disturbance in the air.
A L L I G N M E N T/ A F F I L I A T I O N/O R G A N I Z A T I O N
Konohagakure Chunins
C L A N
Hinoko
The Hinoko Clan is not a native of Konohagakure but they are native to the Land of Fire. Originally they hailed from a small village that, at the time of its inception, was roughly 150km west of Konoha. It wasn’t a large settlement. This village rested by a beautiful lake that had a temple in the center of it. The only way of reaching it was the single rowing boat at a dock made out of wooden plates, held up by wooden poles and rope. It blossomed into most of the spring and some of the summer season. Most of its crop was comprised of rice and whole grains. Those two crops alone built more than half of the small economy it had. All of the residents, be them male, female, or child, were all part of the Hinoko Clan. This village was dubbed Kyūsoku no mura or “The Village of Resting Fire”. It got its name from the temple in the middle of the lake that had a single flame always lit.
The Hinoko Clan were(maybe are) a highly-religious clan. As residents of Kyūsoku no mura, they all believed that their good fortune was from the generosity of an ancient spirit known as Onibi. They all believe that, due to the lack of fires in their village, which would be harmful to their crops, they worshiped the Onibi, fearing that he would bring fire upon them in retaliation for breaking faith. Whether it was the truth or just something they needed to believe in, at each start of each season, they presented an offering to the spirit: a pound of their crops. Mysteriously enough, when they would go to recollect the barrels that had said crops in it, they found it empty. This cemented their belief that they were granted good fortune at the charity of the Onibi.
As the seasons changed and the years went by, Kyūsoku no mura expanded. Once they were a village of barely five individual huts, now they had twenty. They had a small fighting force that was outsourced to smaller villages as protection(for a price, of course). They no longer needed to rely solely on merchants and other venues of trading to bring in money. They had their own fighting force, which brought in more money than any pound of rice or grain ever did. In the process, they skipped out on several offerings to their once-worshipped spirit.
Sometime later, they expanded more, but this was where things went wrong. They had expanded into territories that belonged to other villages on the rise. These little skirmishes had nothing over the battles of the Great Shinobi Wars, but they had their own consequences. Dozens died over the course of twenty years, which some of the Hinoko elders believe was a direct consequence of the younger members neglecting the traditions of old. Whether it was because of Onibi or just bad luck finding its way to Kyūsoku no mura, there was only one thing everyone knew: The Hinoko Clan was fucked.
Their village had burnt down and only a small handful of the clan members survived: Two elders, the head of the village, and his family(wife and two kids). Out of over two-hundred members, only six survived. And with nowhere to go, they would find sanctuary in Konohagakure. Their village, as well as their traditions, might’ve been long-forgotten, but the elders would make sure that the young ones knew of the old ways and would perhaps practice these traditions on the advice from said elders.
The Hinoko Clan members all have varying physical appearances. It also depends on the gender of each member, but most of them have a few things in common. They all have shades of blond/e hair and their eyes are either of blue or green colors. They all have very little mass in their overall body shape. Being a clan that was out almost every day, they built up incredible stamina and a general lean body type. They also built up incredible endurance. At some point, that became the norm for them. They are hairy individuals. Their hair grows twice as long than the average human. Their hair is also naturally silky and wavy.
Hinokos are known to be passionate people. Whatever trade/career they end up specializing in will be approached with a burning enthusiasm. Sometimes it’s in excess, but it’s the thought that counts. They’re also quite stubborn. You won’t meet a single Hinoko who is always set in their ways. Sure, they might be able to see the other’s side but that would take a lot of work--work that some might see too big of a challenge. They are also hot-tempered and often over impulsive than most shinobi are. It should also be noted that they are more suspect to genjutsu due to their lack of mental resistance. There’s also the fact that they seem to be incapable of doing genjutsu themselves.
Every member of the Hinoko clan has had an affiliation to fire. They’ve had secondary elements, sure, but usually, the first one that they lean towards has always been fire. This could be for a number of reasons. The Onibi having an ironic sense of humor. Their name coming through to the bitter end. Really, there are so many reasons it could be, but the fact remains that their heart burns with fire 100%. There is no doubting that. The Hinoko Clan has this special...gift that commands fire as well as the Uchiha clan. They can manipulate and control fire chakra in ways that allow them for more complicated jutsu. Furthermore, they have a hiden that bestows each and every member of the Hinoko Clan to expel streams of fire chakra from their limbs each time they punch or kick in any and all directions they so choose.
R A N K
Chunin to Jonin
C H A K R A N A T U R E
Fire(primary); Lightning(secondary)
A P P E A R A N C E/A T T I R E
Jaakuna practically exemplifies your typical Hinoko male. His head is a shoulder-length, gold mane and his eyes shine a bright emerald. He stands at an even 6’0 with a lean body that allows him to be agile when he needs to be but also pack a punch. He has a slightly oval-shaped face and clean pores. His reach is long and his legs, though long as well, are nimble. When he’s on a mission, he does sport the traditional Chunin garb. If it’s not a stealth mission, he will sport his trademark red sweater jacket that has a hood and zip-up function. When not on a mission, he’s typically in that jacket with the added bonus of olive green pants and boots. He also has an assortment of body tattoos that are the common engravings that the Hinoko Clan has. Every single one of them has at least one of the tattoos that Jaak has.
P E R S O N A
It’s hard to gauge whether Jaakuna is mostly a fun-loving idiot or raging lunatic with a tendency to act out of emotion rather logic and reason. It’s like both sides of him are split down the middle and no one really knows which side they’ll see. In the case of the former, he’s a joy to be around. He’ll frequently crack jokes--albeit a tad zany at times. Truly, what he loves most is to get others to laugh along with them, or at him. Honestly, he’s not one to be picky about either or. Truth be told, as long as people are finding amusement because of something he might’ve said or did, the ends will justify the means. Additionally, he’s the type to binge on some good ole’ sake or anything that might be seen at a social gathering of some sort.
Inversely, Jaakuna’s been known to act rather crazy. He might have a mental condition or he just might have too much fun. It’s honestly a mystery why he’s like this, but the general consensus is that it’s tied to his lack of patience. He’s good for a while, but try it past the breaking point and Jaakuna just might end up breaking someone’s face. He’s definitely prone to violence. Unlike his ancestors, Jaakuna practices a “fists first” philosophy, yet he’s highly spiritual. In fact, he often will cite that bashing in a poor sap’s face centers him. Hearing his knuckles connect with a physical body brings him back into a neutral state of bliss. It’s unconventional and often troublesome, but if isn’t broke, then why bother attending to it.
H I S T O R Y
Jaakuna often hears tales of his clan’s beginnings from his grandfather, who fled from the battle scene 50 or so years ago. Truth be told, after awhile, it becomes white noise: some sort of raiding situation made them flee or something in that neighborhood, and they sought sanctuary in Konoha. After a while, Jaakuna simply zoned out whenever his grandfather tried to remind him to remain humble. However, there was one big flaw in that: that was then. Times have changed and so have the traditions that the Hinoko practice. In other words, old man, give it up.
That isn’t to say Jaakuna’s not proud to be a Hinoko. But he’s also proud to be a member of Konohagakure. Besides, he wasn’t even born in the small lakeside village his clan originally came from. Hell, his parents were barely old enough to remember. Jaakuna wasn’t even a notion until twenty or so years later. In that time, his clan grew to a modest twenty total in population, though that’s just small pocket change compared to the larger, more expensive clans in the village. Though they are proud and as a result, Jaakuna is proud.
Growing up, he had to stick up for his clan. No one else would, but sometimes that got him into skirmishes, especially growing up. Always one to get into fights, JAakuna either pissed off the wrong group of kids who were a few years his senior or his instructor who would give him hell for acting out. It was more or less a rinse and repeat until he graduated. Then when got put on his first team, it was the same thing--only now he was the hothead of an actual Shinobi team. His sensei at the time had to take the direct route to make sure he would finally listen. It was a long, perilous road for him, but after a few dozen tries and just a tenth of tries at the chunin exam, he finally graduated. Imagine that: Jaakuna Hinoko a chunin. Officially, at the age of seventeen, Jaakuna could potentially be put in charge of his own team. That’s a scary thought if ever there was one.
From then until now, Jaakuna just did his duty. Going on missions and doing them at a decent rate. None too difficult nor easy. He was put on teams, either with fellow chunin or other jonins. Nothing too complicated about that. Truthfully, Jaakuna’s career as a chunin has been rather average and uneventful. The only thing worth noting is his way of doing his missions has raised a lot of questions about how stable he is. Thankfully, most of his missions have been combat-based ones, so there wasn’t a lot harm done. But in the event that he would have a more stealth-based one, the thought has come up on whether he could actually do it; which is funny since shinobi are supposed to be naturally stealthy, but Jaakuna, in his own words “I don’t play like that.”
Troubling indeed.
E Q U I P M E N T
General Shinobi Tools(kunai, shuriken, explosive tags, wire, smoke bombs)
S P C I A L T R A I T S
Enhanced Fire Chakra usage and control
Golden fire chakra
Ninjutsu and Taijutsu specialist
Average Chakra pools
Zero genjutsu potential
Very agile
Average physical attributes(strength, endurance, etc)
H I D E N
Honō no gutai-ka(炎の具体化 Realization of Fire) Clan: Hinoko Description: Hono no Gutai-ka is unique to the Hinoko Clan. it is their main method of fighting. It involves a potent presence of excess fire chakra that can be expelled through the usage of kicks and punches. Additionally, this style also combines flawless acrobatics and precision timing to ensure accurate strikes and that no strike is wasted. Each member of the clan has trained since their adolescent years to build up their bodies in every way that matters. With each kick or punch, a small burst of fire expels from that limb used that has the potential to cause minor to medium burning damage; though it is more or less useless against the water nature or any nature that can extinguish the fire. It’s also not as strong against other fire-based attacks.
WallMax height: 5ft; Max length: 8 feet. Lasts for ten seconds; requires physical contact with the ground to keep active. Electromagnetic MurderC rank strength
Name of Technique: Sea of Flames Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Rank: D-B(dependent on chakra output) Range: Mid to long Nature Type: Fire Description: Sea of Flames is a mid to long range Katon ninjutsu in which requires the user to knead fire chakra in their bodies and center it at the tenketsu in their arms(specifically the hands). Either the user can release a stream of the kneaded chakra from one hand or both, but the desired effect will be the same: a linear stream being shot forth to cause burning damage to whoever or whatever it touches. There are three methods when it comes to Sea of Flames: a single burst of chakra from just one hand at a time, dual bursts from both hands simultaneously, and a concentrated burst by placing both hands together for nearly double the power. Limits: Though all three methods of this jutsu are possible, only one can remain active at a time. Depending on which method is used, there is a 5, 10, 15 second resting period to use it again in the order of each method(single hand, single hand in both at the same time, dual hand). Water also proves to be a neutralizer to this jutsu. Period. Fire may also cancel it out due to clashing natures.
Name of Technique: Fire and Lightning Dual Art: Chakra Gauntlets Type of Jutsu: Nintaijutsu, chakra flow Rank: C-B Range: Close Range Nature Type: Fire and Lightning(one per) Description This jutsu involves the simultaenous kneading of both lightning and fire chakra in the body and centering it in both arms. The next step involves expelling it from the tenketsu points in the wrists and palms and shaping the chakra into a fist-like aura around each fist that results in one hand being covered in flaming fire chakra and the other in crackling lightning chakra. When finished, the user has two chakra gauntlets of both lightning and fire. Limits: There comes a high chakra cost by using this specific jutsu. This is because of the usage of two elements at the same time. One might not be as skilled with one as they might be with the other, so while one hand might pack a punch, the other might not be as strong. There’s also the depleting effect it has. The longer it remains active, the higher risk the user runs of depleting his/her reserves. Lastly, depending on the amount of chakra put into it(which plays on the differing rank), either it will remain active longer than two minutes or it might be shorter. There are even cases of it lasting less than 30 seconds. Time really is a fickle mistress.
A L L I G N M E N T/ A F F I L I A T I O N/O R G A N I Z A T I O N
Konohagakure Chunins
C L A N
Hinoko
The Hinoko Clan is not a native of Konohagakure but they are native to the Land of Fire. Originally they hailed from a small village that, at the time of its inception, was roughly 150km west of Konoha. It wasn’t a large settlement. This village rested by a beautiful lake that had a temple in the center of it. The only way of reaching it was the single rowing boat at a dock made out of wooden plates, held up by wooden poles and rope. It blossomed into most of the spring and some of the summer season. Most of its crop was comprised of rice and whole grains. Those two crops alone built more than half of the small economy it had. All of the residents, be them male, female, or child, were all part of the Hinoko Clan. This village was dubbed Kyūsoku no mura or “The Village of Resting Fire”. It got its name from the temple in the middle of the lake that had a single flame always lit.
The Hinoko Clan were(maybe are) a highly-religious clan. As residents of Kyūsoku no mura, they all believed that their good fortune was from the generosity of an ancient spirit known as Onibi. They all believe that, due to the lack of fires in their village, which would be harmful to their crops, they worshiped the Onibi, fearing that he would bring fire upon them in retaliation for breaking faith. Whether it was the truth or just something they needed to believe in, at each start of each season, they presented an offering to the spirit: a pound of their crops. Mysteriously enough, when they would go to recollect the barrels that had said crops in it, they found it empty. This cemented their belief that they were granted good fortune at the charity of the Onibi.
As the seasons changed and the years went by, Kyūsoku no mura expanded. Once they were a village of barely five individual huts, now they had twenty. They had a small fighting force that was outsourced to smaller villages as protection(for a price, of course). They no longer needed to rely solely on merchants and other venues of trading to bring in money. They had their own fighting force, which brought in more money than any pound of rice or grain ever did. In the process, they skipped out on several offerings to their once-worshipped spirit.
Sometime later, they expanded more, but this was where things went wrong. They had expanded into territories that belonged to other villages on the rise. These little skirmishes had nothing over the battles of the Great Shinobi Wars, but they had their own consequences. Dozens died over the course of twenty years, which some of the Hinoko elders believe was a direct consequence of the younger members neglecting the traditions of old. Whether it was because of Onibi or just bad luck finding its way to Kyūsoku no mura, there was only one thing everyone knew: The Hinoko Clan was fucked.
Their village had burnt down and only a small handful of the clan members survived: Two elders, the head of the village, and his family(wife and two kids). Out of over two-hundred members, only six survived. And with nowhere to go, they would find sanctuary in Konohagakure. Their village, as well as their traditions, might’ve been long-forgotten, but the elders would make sure that the young ones knew of the old ways and would perhaps practice these traditions on the advice from said elders.
The Hinoko Clan members all have varying physical appearances. It also depends on the gender of each member, but most of them have a few things in common. They all have shades of blond/e hair and their eyes are either of blue or green colors. They all have very little mass in their overall body shape. Being a clan that was out almost every day, they built up incredible stamina and a general lean body type. They also built up incredible endurance. At some point, that became the norm for them. They are hairy individuals. Their hair grows twice as long than the average human. Their hair is also naturally silky and wavy.
Hinokos are known to be passionate people. Whatever trade/career they end up specializing in will be approached with a burning enthusiasm. Sometimes it’s in excess, but it’s the thought that counts. They’re also quite stubborn. You won’t meet a single Hinoko who is always set in their ways. Sure, they might be able to see the other’s side but that would take a lot of work--work that some might see too big of a challenge. They are also hot-tempered and often over impulsive than most shinobi are. It should also be noted that they are more suspect to genjutsu due to their lack of mental resistance. There’s also the fact that they seem to be incapable of doing genjutsu themselves.
Every member of the Hinoko clan has had an affiliation to fire. They’ve had secondary elements, sure, but usually, the first one that they lean towards has always been fire. This could be for a number of reasons. The Onibi having an ironic sense of humor. Their name coming through to the bitter end. Really, there are so many reasons it could be, but the fact remains that their heart burns with fire 100%. There is no doubting that. The Hinoko Clan has this special...gift that commands fire as well as the Uchiha clan. They can manipulate and control fire chakra in ways that allow them for more complicated jutsu. Furthermore, they have a hiden that bestows each and every member of the Hinoko Clan to expel streams of fire chakra from their limbs each time they punch or kick in any and all directions they so choose.
R A N K
Chunin to Jonin
C H A K R A N A T U R E
Fire(primary); Lightning(secondary)
A P P E A R A N C E/A T T I R E
Jaakuna practically exemplifies your typical Hinoko male. His head is a shoulder-length, gold mane and his eyes shine a bright emerald. He stands at an even 6’0 with a lean body that allows him to be agile when he needs to be but also pack a punch. He has a slightly oval-shaped face and clean pores. His reach is long and his legs, though long as well, are nimble. When he’s on a mission, he does sport the traditional Chunin garb. If it’s not a stealth mission, he will sport his trademark red sweater jacket that has a hood and zip-up function. When not on a mission, he’s typically in that jacket with the added bonus of olive green pants and boots. He also has an assortment of body tattoos that are the common engravings that the Hinoko Clan has. Every single one of them has at least one of the tattoos that Jaak has.
P E R S O N A
It’s hard to gauge whether Jaakuna is mostly a fun-loving idiot or raging lunatic with a tendency to act out of emotion rather logic and reason. It’s like both sides of him are split down the middle and no one really knows which side they’ll see. In the case of the former, he’s a joy to be around. He’ll frequently crack jokes--albeit a tad zany at times. Truly, what he loves most is to get others to laugh along with them, or at him. Honestly, he’s not one to be picky about either or. Truth be told, as long as people are finding amusement because of something he might’ve said or did, the ends will justify the means. Additionally, he’s the type to binge on some good ole’ sake or anything that might be seen at a social gathering of some sort.
Inversely, Jaakuna’s been known to act rather crazy. He might have a mental condition or he just might have too much fun. It’s honestly a mystery why he’s like this, but the general consensus is that it’s tied to his lack of patience. He’s good for a while, but try it past the breaking point and Jaakuna just might end up breaking someone’s face. He’s definitely prone to violence. Unlike his ancestors, Jaakuna practices a “fists first” philosophy, yet he’s highly spiritual. In fact, he often will cite that bashing in a poor sap’s face centers him. Hearing his knuckles connect with a physical body brings him back into a neutral state of bliss. It’s unconventional and often troublesome, but if isn’t broke, then why bother attending to it.
H I S T O R Y
Jaakuna often hears tales of his clan’s beginnings from his grandfather, who fled from the battle scene 50 or so years ago. Truth be told, after awhile, it becomes white noise: some sort of raiding situation made them flee or something in that neighborhood, and they sought sanctuary in Konoha. After a while, Jaakuna simply zoned out whenever his grandfather tried to remind him to remain humble. However, there was one big flaw in that: that was then. Times have changed and so have the traditions that the Hinoko practice. In other words, old man, give it up.
That isn’t to say Jaakuna’s not proud to be a Hinoko. But he’s also proud to be a member of Konohagakure. Besides, he wasn’t even born in the small lakeside village his clan originally came from. Hell, his parents were barely old enough to remember. Jaakuna wasn’t even a notion until twenty or so years later. In that time, his clan grew to a modest twenty total in population, though that’s just small pocket change compared to the larger, more expensive clans in the village. Though they are proud and as a result, Jaakuna is proud.
Growing up, he had to stick up for his clan. No one else would, but sometimes that got him into skirmishes, especially growing up. Always one to get into fights, JAakuna either pissed off the wrong group of kids who were a few years his senior or his instructor who would give him hell for acting out. It was more or less a rinse and repeat until he graduated. Then when got put on his first team, it was the same thing--only now he was the hothead of an actual Shinobi team. His sensei at the time had to take the direct route to make sure he would finally listen. It was a long, perilous road for him, but after a few dozen tries and just a tenth of tries at the chunin exam, he finally graduated. Imagine that: Jaakuna Hinoko a chunin. Officially, at the age of seventeen, Jaakuna could potentially be put in charge of his own team. That’s a scary thought if ever there was one.
From then until now, Jaakuna just did his duty. Going on missions and doing them at a decent rate. None too difficult nor easy. He was put on teams, either with fellow chunin or other jonins. Nothing too complicated about that. Truthfully, Jaakuna’s career as a chunin has been rather average and uneventful. The only thing worth noting is his way of doing his missions has raised a lot of questions about how stable he is. Thankfully, most of his missions have been combat-based ones, so there wasn’t a lot harm done. But in the event that he would have a more stealth-based one, the thought has come up on whether he could actually do it; which is funny since shinobi are supposed to be naturally stealthy, but Jaakuna, in his own words “I don’t play like that.”
Troubling indeed.
E Q U I P M E N T
General Shinobi Tools(kunai, shuriken, explosive tags, wire, smoke bombs)
S P C I A L T R A I T S
Enhanced Fire Chakra usage and control
Golden fire chakra
Ninjutsu and Taijutsu specialist
Average Chakra pools
Zero genjutsu potential
Very agile
Average physical attributes(strength, endurance, etc)
H I D E N
Honō no gutai-ka(炎の具体化 Realization of Fire) Clan: Hinoko Description: Hono no Gutai-ka is unique to the Hinoko Clan. it is their main method of fighting. It involves a potent presence of excess fire chakra that can be expelled through the usage of kicks and punches. Additionally, this style also combines flawless acrobatics and precision timing to ensure accurate strikes and that no strike is wasted. Each member of the clan has trained since their adolescent years to build up their bodies in every way that matters. With each kick or punch, a small burst of fire expels from that limb used that has the potential to cause minor to medium burning damage; though it is more or less useless against the water nature or any nature that can extinguish the fire. It’s also not as strong against other fire-based attacks.
WallMax height: 5ft; Max length: 8 feet. Lasts for ten seconds; requires physical contact with the ground to keep active. Electromagnetic MurderC rank strength
Name of Technique: Sea of Flames Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu Rank: D-B(dependent on chakra output) Range: Mid to long Nature Type: Fire Description: Sea of Flames is a mid to long range Katon ninjutsu in which requires the user to knead fire chakra in their bodies and center it at the tenketsu in their arms(specifically the hands). Either the user can release a stream of the kneaded chakra from one hand or both, but the desired effect will be the same: a linear stream being shot forth to cause burning damage to whoever or whatever it touches. There are three methods when it comes to Sea of Flames: a single burst of chakra from just one hand at a time, dual bursts from both hands simultaneously, and a concentrated burst by placing both hands together for nearly double the power. Limits: Though all three methods of this jutsu are possible, only one can remain active at a time. Depending on which method is used, there is a 5, 10, 15 second resting period to use it again in the order of each method(single hand, single hand in both at the same time, dual hand). Water also proves to be a neutralizer to this jutsu. Period. Fire may also cancel it out due to clashing natures.
Name of Technique: Fire and Lightning Dual Art: Chakra Gauntlets Type of Jutsu: Nintaijutsu, chakra flow Rank: C-B Range: Close Range Nature Type: Fire and Lightning(one per) Description This jutsu involves the simultaenous kneading of both lightning and fire chakra in the body and centering it in both arms. The next step involves expelling it from the tenketsu points in the wrists and palms and shaping the chakra into a fist-like aura around each fist that results in one hand being covered in flaming fire chakra and the other in crackling lightning chakra. When finished, the user has two chakra gauntlets of both lightning and fire. Limits: There comes a high chakra cost by using this specific jutsu. This is because of the usage of two elements at the same time. One might not be as skilled with one as they might be with the other, so while one hand might pack a punch, the other might not be as strong. There’s also the depleting effect it has. The longer it remains active, the higher risk the user runs of depleting his/her reserves. Lastly, depending on the amount of chakra put into it(which plays on the differing rank), either it will remain active longer than two minutes or it might be shorter. There are even cases of it lasting less than 30 seconds. Time really is a fickle mistress.
“Right..” Jaakuna narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Nadeline. He didn’t doubt the severity of the situation, but he took note to how he was the only one who could bring Savayna out of whatever state she was in. Easier said than done.
He took in a deep breath as to find a calm center that wouldn’t interfere with what he was about to. He knew he would have to remain absolutely calm and if he were to lose just an inch of his concentration, it could have disastrous effects for anyone within a quarter mile. That might not even cover a tenth of the Royal Palace but there was a lot of people still in residence. In that amount of space, all of them could probably die if Jaakuna didn’t handle this with care. So, once more, Jaakuna had to check out and Jackson took the reigns.
Jackson approached Savayna cautiously, holding his arms up as to not be perceived as a threat. The last thing he wanted her to do was to think he was going to hurt her. As Jackson got closer to her, he saw the look of absolute terror in her eyes. It was like that time he had touched Wesley yesterday and he saw something. Could that be the same thing happening here? Jackson couldn’t know for sure, but that was the look he most likely had. Of course, Jackson had more control over his emotions(as strange as it sounds), so maybe that was why he didn’t burst into flames yesterday. Still…
“Savayna, you alright over there.” Jackson spoke softly. He was a mere five paces away from her. Not close enough to do anything but just close enough so that she would see and hear him.
Savayna, though her entire body was laced and practically covered in a layer of ice, she could hear and see Jackson. It was as if the sight of him brought her out of it somewhat for the shell around her thinned out a bit. Now, it was just a thin layer of ice magicks and her eyes went from being solidified orbs of ice and were just the color of fresh winter snow. “Jaakuna..what’s happening?” she asked, finally aware of her surroundings.
“You tell me. First thing I heard was you screaming. Mind telling me what brought such fright to you?” He asked, closing one pace.
“I..saw something, I think. I..don't know, all of it is still hazy.” Savayna tried to remember but it was like a raging blizzard in her mind. Like zero visibility.
“Saw something, huh? Was it a person? Maybe an object? Try to remember.” Jackson did his best to remain calm, all the while closing two more paces. Almost there.
She looked to him just briefly, seeing the warmness in his eyes--like a fire barely lit in a campsite. It was there and comforting. “I...was remembering back in Archadia. I was...fighting someone. I think I was, at least. And then--”
Suddenly, as she gripped her head, Savayna felt the pain come back again. The blizzard was now a series of ice darts stabbing in her mind over and over and over again, refusing to let her see anything past that.
It was in that moment that Jaakuna--yes Jaakuna--took reigns and took a large step forward. That was the first action. The second would be to take Savayna in his arms and surround them in a healing fire aura. It was the same fire that he used to heal Emiri back when she still was under Zodiark’s control. This time, however, was less intense and focused on Savayna.
As he kept her in his embrace, Savayna did all that she could to decrease the temperature of her mist field but Jaakuna’s opposing mist canceled it out. And after a while, his fire would bring her emotions down to a neutral calmness. Eventually, her eyes returned to their icy blue shade and her complexion was back to how it was. Though, as she felt the comforting heat from Jaakuna, she found herself returning his embrace as she wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. As she did, she smiled, letting out a sound of relief as everything went back to normal for her.
“You’re safe, Savayna. You’re okay now. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Thank you.”
In that moment, Savayna smiled unaware what it might do and what ripples it would cause. “All true,” Zodiark simply stated.
He wouldn’t bore her with beating around the bush. It was beneath even him to treat her with that much disrespect. Besides, as she pointed out, she could easily wipe him out while he was down in this Holy Realm. His power might’ve come a long way since he was released from his prison due to Jackson’s great deed, but with all of the holy magicks swirling around, even he had his limits. The only way he could come meet Shion was to occupy a vessel for a short time.
He let out a laugh, admiring Shion’s directness. “I will not bore you with the details, but my reason coming here is justified, Blue Rose,” he said, walking past her as he would simply gaze at where they were. “You know, long ago the Occuria carved this from their very souls and used their ancient magicks to solidify it. I believe this is what eventually the Humes called Nethicite. Amazing inventions that caused disastrous effects. Giruvegan was the first. Nabudis came next.” Zodiark continued, his hands behind his back, “I have observed them for centuries. I observed when the fallen queen Ashelia and her companions ventured here. I continued to observe as more sought out The Great Crystal’s secrets. Years passed and Humes continued to show greed where respect for the unknown should have remained.”
Zodiark turned around. “Blue Rose, many things are at my disposal. I am able to create matter out of nothing. I can give life back to those who have fallen. I am able to do many things and my talents keep growing, yet I am not able to understand these Humes nor their quest for power no matter the cost.” Zodiark’s voice actually hinted at a genuine yearning to understand. “Answer me why--why does your kind continue to seek their own destruction? Even when they have acquired the aid of my brothers and sisters, they still seek more. It’s as if these Humes will never be satisfied until they have all the power in the world.” Zodiark looked at Shion with an earnest expression--well, using Michel’s face--but the voice of genuine confusion was of the authoritative Zodiark, though one could confuse his curiosity to that of a simple child trying to find their way in the world and understand all of the wonders of the said world.
Jaakuna thought he did a good job at keeping his real feelings about what might’ve been happening with Savayna a secret. He should’ve known that, of all people, Emiri would be able to see what’s behind the mask that he put on. She obviously caught that he was worried and wanted to see what was happening. Still, he couldn’t help but feel as though him leaving would, yet again, be him abandoning her. He wouldn’t do that--not after last time.
“I get that, but after last time, I can’t leave you...” Jaakuna stated, though he would hear her say that while she couldn’t do anything, Jaakuna could. And then it hit him. She wasn’t going to hold it against him for leaving. Even more so, this wasn’t the Emiri who was feeling low about herself. This was the Emiri who loved him and their friends. “Fine, but the moment you need anything, I’ll come--just send me a signal.” Jaakuna told her. He would give her a tight hug and a kiss before ran towards the door, exiting it, and going towards the continued screams he heard off in the distance. Savayna’s breathing had increased in the exact moment Grant’s mist had surrounded her, doubtless his attempt to try and ease the torment she was going through. But whatever it was--whatever had even caused this in her--it was rejecting GRant’s aid. At the moment he would try to ease her pain, Savayna’s mist, though not intentional, sent a counteractive pulse of mist that sent him back about five paces. Her own mist acted simultaneously, surrounding her in a skin-thick layer of ice, appearing as though it was a shell of some kind. Whatever was happening with her, one thing was certain: it had to be contained should the castle want to remain in tact.
And as that happened, Jaakuna would arrive on the scene. His eyes were widened as he noticed Savayna’s layer of ice mist. “What’s happening to her?” Jaakuna asked frantically, glancing at Grant and Nadeline for answers. Zodiark simply observed Shion’s movements as she would speak. “Typical humes like you can’t possibly understand a perfect being like me, so of course you would assume that I am jesting. Even you should understand the predicament I am in, Blue Rose,” Zodiark simply would gesture to his surroundings. “I may be able to slip in and out of the Great Crystal as I please, but it hinders me from doing anything else,” Zodiark stated with that startling admission. “And yes, I understand by telling you this it puts me at a great disadvantage. I hope that, by me sharing this information with you, it might open the floor of an earnest conversation.”
Minutes passed and the images in her head would only get more and more intense for her. Each time she thought they would go away, she tried to stand up, hoping that it might be all over. But moving one inch proved to be an impossible task. Just that one inch of movement felt like a ton of pressure was being forced upon her shoulders and inside her head, making her legs weak and causing her to fall to the ground. This pain--this excruciating pain--had came out of nowhere, mounting itself in her core and caused her to cry out in such an ear-shattering shriek that icy mist ran amok.
She heard the voices of those she knew, but it didn’t bring her out of it. If anything, the images that she saw cranked up the torment inside her mind by a few levels. As a result, her already unstable mist surrounded her and threatened to swallow those nearby into its cold hands. Not even a spell like Shell and Protect could keep them safe for long. All the while, those images of fighting...something and as if her mind was gone in those visions pestered her to the point where not even Mateus’ pleas reached her.
When her eyes fell upon those nearby, ice danced in them. Nearly white like snow and solid. Each inch she made was like the sound of shattering ice and now she laid eyes upon Nadeline and Grant, their movements that of worry and concern. Or at least Nadeline’s was.
“Make...it stop..” Savayna said lowly, viewing the forms of Grant and Nadeline. Only brief periods between the immense pain she was going through allowed her to speak. Jaakuna found himself feeling conflicted about what he wanted to do. There was a part of him that really did want to follow Nadeline's lead and find out what happened, but on the other hand, Emiri needed him by her side. After what happened in the last forty-eight hours, he couldn't abandon her when she needed him most. No, he would stay by her side. And when he looked towards her, he put his hand on hers, giving her an assuring smile. She did seem worried, so Jaakuna would reassure her that everything would be fine. "I'm not going anywhere." He told her, though deep in his heart, he wanted to go and check out Savayna. But, he wouldn't' say that to her--not when she needed him most. “Centuries ago the Occuria ruled this city. FOr a while, before the inception of man, they were the only ones who existed. They flourished in their holy realm. No records exist as to how many of the Occuria were present or why they decided to close the gates and let the once divine city of Giruvegan to rot away and be subject to unimaginable beasts and be the center of the thickest of mist fields--even thicker than what resides in Nabudis.”
“There are legends that say the Great Crystal was forged in the image of the Occuria. It was said that they created it to emulate what they felt was perfection. The Crystal--the Great Crystal that hovers above the ruins of Giruvegan--it is said it is a living, breathing Nethicite. And within it are treasures and power that only the bravest of hunters seek out but do not dare go into in fear of what they might find. It is where The High Seraph herself was imprisoned due to her treachery to the gods. “
Out of the shadows, where a blue-haired maiden sat, poised and ready for whatever came her way, a being appeared before her. His form was young and his skin flawless. He had long, dark green hair and eyes that twinkled and reflected what the Great Crystal showed: gold and green, ruby and sapphire, indigo and burnt orange--all of those colors danced in his eyes. When he appeared before her in the multicolored light, it was not the form she had expected. This form, though young, would be familiar to her. The eyes, the clothes he wore, the weapons he brandished--all were of someone she would know well.
“Admittedly, my true form could not penetrate the barrier that surrounded The Great City. A pity since this is where I, like my sister, was sealed. So, you’ll forgive me if I had to borrow a vessel. I figured you’d welcome it though.” The voice that was layered would return to its recognizable voice. The voice that belonged to the vessel. “Is this what you wish me to use, Shion?” He said, using Michelangelo Sicarius’ voice. It was elegant and intelligent. Michelangelo knew how to speak clearly and make it seem non-antagonistic. “Or maybe you much prefer my ordinary voice? Please, do tell me, Blue Rose. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m here to fight you.” And so he would reveal his true voice--Zodiark’s authoritative, borderline-tyrannical, commanding voice finally revealed itself.
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