Iris couldn’t help but wonder what the wellspring was like, she heard the elders talk about it nonstop, and outside of what they know about her golem work, she’s rarely ever heard them praise anything, then again she hasn’t had many intimate conversations with them since she learned how to write her last name - it’s hard with that many letters - on paper without making two different mistakes...Of course, in the middle of the vibe Iris had going, she almost didn’t hear the...captivating...girl next to her try to start up a conversation. She turned her head towards the pretty thing (“I’m into girls.”) and almost like magic - not the magic kind - her one earbud slipped out of her ear and into her lap. She was still drinking her mysterious solution nonetheless. ”Hey Hana...yeah this is fun...these drinks are pretty nice too, whatever they are. Can’t tell if what I have here is tea, or soda, they taste so similar sometimes, weird, huh?
Is she for real? tea tastes nothing like soda. ”Do we even have Faygo? And who brings milk tea to a witch party? Ah...actually. It’s probably RC, anyway, hi Hana.” What an odd girl, one minute she seems blue and depressed, the next it’s like she’s wearing a crown and a purple cape thing that kings wear, running the place with her talk of Faygo and such, who even drinks Faygo? Oh yeah, Iris.
”There aren’t many problems in the shinobi world I haven’t been able to solve without a fist. The rest? Ramen. That’s the universal sign of peace for shinobi. You could end wars with a steaming hot...fresh...bowl of...what was I saying?”
Nickname: Post Time Skip, they call her the Mountain Sage of The Leaf
Age: 14 | 27
Gender: Female
Height:5’4” 5’9”
Nature: Earth
Personality: Mizo is inherently levelheaded and peaceful, though she doesn’t smile terribly often unless it’s for a good reason, she can definitely cut loose and enjoy some ramen in town or get a kick out of life. She enjoys spending time studying the more far out aspects of the shinobi world, like senjutsu, the history of the Rinnegan and the Sage of Six Paths, or sealing jutsu that she rarely hears anyone talk about. Despite her kind and mellow nature, when somebody gets under her skin, they get a good solid fist slammed into their stomach. Mizo may appear to be a generally carefree shinobi, but over the years she has learned to appreciate where she came from, and is fiercely loyal to Konoha and everyone who lives there. She is proud to be a Leaf shinobi, and will never take that for granted. She will always do everything she can to protect the people of her nation, and anyone who calls her nation a friend.
Before now, as a genin, she didn’t think much of Konoha as a whole, she thought it was just a place, and that it wouldn’t matter if the people weren’t here. To Mizo’s genin self, Konoha wasn’t where the people were already, but where they are any time. It doesn’t sound like it makes a lot of sense, but it did to her, it was about the people living on the land, not the land itself, that Mizo cared about. Of course, she began to understand that the “Land” in “Land of Fire” wouldn’t be Konoha unless people spent countless generations making it what it is, so these days, everything about her home means the the world - literally - to Mizo.
Mizo’s come to think that she’s make a pretty decent teacher, she’d love to pull together a genin squad and show them how to scrap like real shinobi one day. Granted, she’s probably pound them into the dirt every day, tell them to walk it off with a big laughing smile, and buy them a round of ramen at Ichiraku’s after they’re able to walk again and call that their training. Oh, and maybe teach them the rock wall jutsu between stomach ruptures. Also, she has a toad skin flask that may, or may not contain sake, not that anyone would be able to tell...
Background: Growing up in the ninja academy, Mizo struggled with things like the basic clone jutsu or substitution, though she was great at taijutsu, which wasn’t special since most kids are. Mizo one day read a book on the earth style, and asked her teacher if she could try to learn the rock wall. Her teacher found it odd that a student who was underperforming at ninjutsu wanted to learn something like this, but also understood that everyone learned differently.
As it turned out, Mizo was a natural at things like the rock wall and mud clone. Her newfound skill awarded her a pass, and her teacher gave Mizo an alternative learning path, she would still learn shuriken throwing and chakra control, but anywhere that a jutsu could be replaced with earth style, She’d learn differently. A few years later, in the middle of her chunin rank, Mizo journeyed to Mount Myoboku to learn senjutsu from the Toad Sages, and it was by this point that her training began to feel like it was really coming together in her mind. She put earth style on the back burner and devoted her time to Sage Mode, eventually interweaving the two into her own genuine fighting style.
Fighting Style: Mizo is a very grounded fighter, she doesn’t worry about fancy flips or disorienting an enemy. She hits them, and she hits them as hard as she can so they don’t get back up. The better parts of her fighting style revolves around Myoboku Senjutsu, since she has trained endlessly to base herself around the techniques of nature energy. If an encounter doesn’t last very long, she will simply fall back on the earth style and taijutsu, but if it’s something more serious that demands her full attention, Mizo lets it be know why they call her the Mountain Sage.
Abilities:
Ninja Art : Summoning Jutsu
Summons a toad from Mount Myoboku. She didn’t learn this until a while after the chunin exams, when she learned senjutsu.
Earth Style : Rock Wall A literal wall of rock. Like a shield. It’s about ten feet high.
Earth Style : Mud Clone Mud clone. Simple enough.
Earth Style : Antlion Hole The ground beneath Mizo’s feet slowly starts to crumble away until she sinks underneath, only to seal itself shut once she’s buried underneath, she then listens for the vibrations in the ground, until somebody comes along for her to grab so she can have her way with them.
Mizo didn’t learn Senjutsu until she was around 16-17. Since then, she’s changed up her fighting style to revolve primarily around senjutsu.
Sage Art : Mountain Shield Like rock wall, but much bigger and stronger.
Sage Art : Canyon Slam A ground punch that splits open the earth, for trapping. The small canyon is roughly 30 feet deep, and is best used in large, spacious area.
Sage Art : Black Iron Sealing Pit Similar to Canyon Slam, but a straight drop deep into the earth, seals the target away with jet black chains that wrap around the target, pulling them deep into the dark chasm that closes behind them.
Sage Art : Toad Oil Mizo inhales air, and exhales oil, very flammable oil that can be sprayed a decent distance for as long as she exhales. It burns well, but needs to be ignited by something like a paper bomb, or fire style.
Sage Art : Toad Clay The ground becomes soft and mushy beneath one’s feet until they fall through, when the ground hardens, they’re stuck. It’s not terribly difficult to break free, unless the ground is made of stone or something else stronger than dirt.
Sage Art : Frog Axe Kick The one exception in Mizo’s fighting style, what some more fervent taijutsu practitioners would get their jumpsuits in a twist over is that it’s call a Frog axe kick, rather than a soaring axe kick. Sure, there’s channeling chakra into the leg, but this is a toad taijutsu that involves charging at an enemy while going off the ground, and then spinning around to shatter some poor soul’s arm and neck with the back of your leg. It’s pretty satisfying to watch, actually.
Despite the fact that today was really important for her, Iris didn’t look like she was ready. She was slouched back at the picnic table. Another song played in one ear, and she was wearing... wait for it. Sweatpants. Did she care? Sure. After all, it’s not like she was about to have her very being bound to a magic wellspring she’s never laid eyes on before. This day meant something to her, no doubt. But she’s not the kind of person to go all out for these things. She cares, and that’s all she needs to do. The elders won’t throw her out for wearing something comfortable. She stared up into the clouds a bit, her cup half empty but still with an elusive drink inside it. Tea? Mountain Dew? Or was it Faygo? Do we even have Faygo...maybe it’s RC...No, RC doesn’t taste yellow...Mountain Holler? No...too flat...
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