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Naruto: Black Sun

Smoky Boy

紫の Muraskino, Kasumi 霞

^Riot
“Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.”
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▸ Name:

Muraskino, Kasumi

▸ Clan:

Muraskino

▸ Rank:

Genin

▸ Sex:

♂

▸ Sex appearance:

♂

▸ Age:

14

▸ Age appearance:

16

▸ Sexuality:

Heterosexual

▸ Birthplace:

Amegakure

▸ Village:

Amegakure

▸ Affiliations:

ｘ Muraskin Ichizoku
ｘ Amegakure no Sato

▸ Chakra natures:

Primary nature:

Fūton

Secondary nature:

Katon

▸ Appearance:

Beyond his normal appearance the only other piece that could be derived through dubious deduction is a trail of burn marks riddling both arms. Countless cigarette sized burn marks line the arms of Kasumi, which are promptly hidden by his long sleeves. Kasumi doesn’t have a very powerful build as he enjoys eating rather than working out, he has average muscle density and a soft outline of abdominal muscles.

▸ Wardrobe:

As of the moment, Kasumi is going through quite the rebellious and edgy phase with his sense of fashion. Wanting to retain the identity of a ninja instead of fashion; Kasumi stays loyal to the standard garb worn by shinobi. Kasumi wears a cream colored long sleeve shirt paired with pants to compliment his black complexion. A dark gray cowl neck cape is layered on top of his clothes along with a fanny pack of sorts to carry and holster his ninja tools.

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Biography

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▸ History:

Kasumi was born from a father who was originally from Kumogakure and a mother who was a native of Amegakure. The two had met during the end skirmish era after Kasumi’s father had grown tired and weary of the reclamation of the eight tailed beast. As Amegakure was becoming a more reputable name with exponential growth, it seemed like the proper choice. And so the two had met by some twist of fate and had fallen in love and thus copulated. The result was the birth of Kasumi, the only child the two would bore. Life was good for a time, Kasumi had known a loving childhood up until the age of about six. That was however the turning point for the rest of his life. The more the rain flourished and prospered, the higher the standard of living became. With a child trying to enter the evolving shinobi academy, the pressure for Kasumi’s father to provide for his family and become a shinobi was daunting. Old habits die hard however, as inhabitants of Kumo are known to blow hot air when it comes to arrogance. All bark and no bite. This case was extremely poignant to Kasumi’s father as the Kumo native became more and more reminiscent of his home body lifestyle.

Eventually, Kasumi’s father would perish under the mounting pressure to provide and disguise his cowardice by leaving to buy some cigarettes and never returning. Kasumi would face his first hardship in losing his father and a male role model in the house. This tinge of feeling unwanted would fester in his mind for the rest of his maturing life. At first the two had carried on with the false hope that the Arekuruu would arrive at their doorstep and bring news of his untimely death. With gentrification quickly eroding at the impoverished doorsteps, Kasumi’s mother was starting to fold. She needed something to take the edge off, in that desperation she found the only thing that could satiate her demons…or at least silence them for a moment. That solution being the ichor of evil, alcohol. Kasumi tentatively saw the degeneration in his mother, the lapse of the caring mother he once knew. Subtle at first, with her attention to him dropping. Then, it was the lack of food and clothing. Bottles upon bottles began to pile up. Soon enough Kasumi was taking care of his mother instead of the other way around.

It wasn’t until he began to mature more and more into the spitting image of his father did the beatings bore to fruition. Kasumi’s mother couldn’t stand to see the man who left her and the reason why he left all in one person. The alcohol inhibited her sense of morality and compassion, instead it was a catalyst for her anger and repressed animosity. It started off with a slap which escalated into belts, slippers, really anything she could get a hand on. Kasumi couldn’t understand what possessed his mother to change nor how her vices became so paramount. It hurt him more to watch his mother turn against him than the beatings he received without retaliation. The worse her condition became, the heavier the punishment. Her favorite and soon to be trademarked punishment was putting out her cherried cigarette out on the delicate skin of Kasumi.

Like all tragic ninja stories, there was no silver lining for Kasumi. His mother would eventually succumb to the poison that she so pleasantly imbibed. Kasumi never did learn anything of his roots nor his clan. The only thing he had left to remember his mother by was his burns and a pack of cigarettes, the same brand his father went to get from the store. Eventually the Minashigo-in Koyo Sabisu would come and pluck the young orphan from his isolation and raise him to become a formidable shinobi, another child lost in the system.

▸ Personality:

✓ Vigilant

Growing up Kasumi always took note of the changes his mother experienced, which days would be good or bad based on her behavior.

✗ Reserved

Kasumi was never vocal nor did he socialize with anyone but himself.

✓ Resourceful

Was able to keep himself alive and take care of both himself and his mother when she could not.

✗ Distrustful

Having been left behind by his father and having a loving mother turn abusive, Kasumi doesn’t trust many people anymore.

✓ Forgiving

Despite all malice and adversity, Kasumi was able to forgive both parents and even continue the tradition of smoking as a memento and an identity.

✗ Masochistic

Kasumi interpreted his abuse as an outlet for his mother’s affection, had she not cared for him at all, she would have just ignored him or channel her emotions elsewhere.

✓ Empathic

Although he couldn’t make sense of it at his age, Kasumi was empathic to the needs and motivations behind both of his parents decisions.

✗ Straw Man

Kasumi was easily walked all over by his mother and seen as flimsy or fragile

▸ Dreams and hopes:

ｘ Meet his father and confront him.
ｘ Shed his inhibitions and damage done incurred by his parents.
ｘ Become a chunin.
ｘ Befriend his assigned squad mates.
▸ Desires:

ｘ Become part of the Arekuruu
ｘ Invent more original jutsu.
ｘ Increase proficiency in his secondary chakra nature.
ｘ Complete his first serious mission.

▸ Fears:

ｘ Dying alone.
ｘ Never learning his origins.
ｘ Becoming better than what he was, being known as a great shinobi.
ｘ Failing a mission

▸ Motivations:

Kasumi’s motivations are clearly defined, his sole purpose of existing is to escape his past. Kasumi no longer wants to be tethered to his history nor have it define him as a person. To fix what some would dub as irreparable damage done to him as a child and become his own person, someone he could be proud of each and every day. Not only does he want to perfect the best version of himself, but he also wants to become a formidable ninja with powerful jutsu and the mind of a great strategist. All of Kasumi’s motivation is based on self-interest and reparations.

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Military

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▸ Kekkei genkai:

喫煙禁止, Kitsuen Kinshi (No Smoking)

▸ Description:

Having been groomed by the Minashigo-in, Kasumi was able to unlock his clans bloodline trait. Noticing that his mother never aged or succumbed to any of the negative attributes to smoking, Kasumi always wondered why. This in turn was due to their natural affinity to any type of smoke. No smoking (AKA Enton/Smoke Release) allows for the user to freely manipulate smoke at will. This even includes inhalation, allowing the user to smoke without repercussion, in the same mechanism fish have gills to breathe in water. Having access to smoke gives the user an abundant list of jutsu that can be derived from the singular ability. This bloodline trait also allows for the user to control smoke that is not native to the user e.g. smoke from a house fire. Since the smoke is created without the aid of combustion, it can also be used underwater. While in the smoke Kasumi gains a passive speed increase that allows him to move much faster and freely within the confines of his smoke than an ordinary person. Finally, the user can sense and detect where there are holes in the smoke, effectively allowing him to 'feel' where people are. Kasumi can discern allies from enemies after learning their corresponding height, weight, and choreographed movement.

▸ Strengths:

No smoking is good for both offensive and support type of capabilities, giving the user flexibility to handle most situations. It allows for a sense of control in the battlefield if given enough time to set up.

▸ Weaknesses:

No smoking can be beaten by constant banishment of the smoke in question, Futon showing the greatest amount of effectiveness. Also if there is no conduit to create smoke the user cannot use the abilities in question.

▸ S-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ A-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ B-rank Techniques

N/A

▸ C-rank Techniques

Fūton: Reppūshō
Fūton: Daitoppa

▸ D-rank Techniques

Shunshin no Jutsu

▸ E-rank Techniques

Bunshin no Jutsu
Kawarimi no Jutsu
Henge no Jutsu
Nawanuke no Jutsu

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▸ Custom Jutsu:

Enton: Kitsuen no Senken (Smoking Society)
▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

Short-Long

▸ Description:

Kasumi produces high amounts of smoke which he can then shape into constructs such as animals, objects, even clones of enemies or allies. The smoke clones can appear identical to the user or a target with higher variance of speed and strength than normal clones. Not only that, but Kasumi can change the density and color of his smoke in order to give his constructs a more realistic appearance. Even to go as far as allow him to blend into his surroundings. Lastly, with the density he can also modify the durability to fortify his constructs, at this rank however they are still easily destroyable.

▸ Weaknesses:

While the technique is his most versatile, an experienced sensor nin can detect the difference in authenticity. You can also just obtain physical contact in order to expose his trick. Cannot cause damage with technique.

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Enton: Kemuri Heishi (Smoke Soldier)
▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

N/A

▸ Description:

Kasumi’s greatest and most complex smoke construct are his smoke soldiers. There are two ways that Kasumi can summon them, the first is a summoning contract. Having multiple scrolls binded with his soldier he can pour a concentrated amount of chakra to summon his soldiers. The second way is just by Kasumi expelling smoke from his mouth. The difference in the way they’re summoned dictates their programming. As the name implies they’re soldiers, however the soldiers summoned through the scrolls have preset commands built in such as to attack aggressively or defensively and when to retreat. Whereas the ones without the scrolls operate based on mental commands instead of preset ones. At this stage, Kasumi can summon only 3, but by sacrificing quantity to gain quality, Kasumi can compress that amount to 1. These soldiers are quite complex and more durable than normal clones, on par with a summon.

▸ Weaknesses:

Unlike his last technique, soldiers made with the scroll cannot be discerned from a normal shinobi, while ones without can. The soldiers are also weak to stronger tai and ninjutsu.

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Enton: Iku Gōsuto! (Going Ghost)
▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

Self

▸ Description:

Having the ability to control smoke at will, Kasumi is capable of transforming parts of his body into vapor in order to become intangible and nullify any attacks. This also has supplementary benefits, such as fitting through tight passages and the ability of flight. At his current level he can only alter small parts of his body, no bigger than his hand or foot, or a wound the size of a hand. At higher ranks of this technique, Kasumi will be able to turn whole parts of his body into vapor and objects through line-of-sight.

▸ Weaknesses:

When used offensively the cooldown before he can vaporize again is one minute at his current rank. Attacking him with any element prior to shifting will nullify the attack.

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Enton: Kemuri no Shūjin (Smoke Prisoner)
▸ Rank:

C

▸ Range:

Medium

▸ Description:

As the name would suggest, Kasumi bellows out a massive amount of smoke which he then uses to encase himself and his opponent in an impenetrable barrier made out of said smoke. The prison is constantly shifting and moving, impregnable, unbreakable from inside or out.

▸ Weaknesses:

Small particle sized objects can escape the prison. It can also be broken if the user in incapacitated. The prison drains more chakra the longer it’s used with a max benchmark of 3 minutes at the moment. An attack ranked higher than his prison may break it.

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Enton: Kitsuen Kinshi no Jutsu (Hiding in the Smoke Technique)
▸ Rank:

D

▸ Range:

Long

▸ Description:

Hiding in the Smoke Technique was a jutsu Kasumi had derived from seeing hidden mist ninja use their variation in battle. Having studied the technique to a science, Kasumi was able to deduce his own parameters with smoke as a substitute. Much like the mechanisms of the Mist Technique Kasumi causes smoke to spring forth either by using a pre-existing smoke source, or expelling it from his mouth. Kasumi can then go in and out of sight at will from within the pearly-white realm. Unlike the Mist Technique, Kasumi can control the density at will thanks to the aid of his Kekkei Genkai rather than needing to knead chakra into it. It has the same effectiveness against the Sharigan and Rinnegan.

▸ Weaknesses:

See Canon

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▸ Equipment and weaponry

Lucky Strikes
▸ Type:

Cigarettes

▸ Description:

Kasumi carries around a pack of Luck Strike cigarettes, the choice of cigarette by his mother and father. It is both equipment and weapon as he uses it to create his smoke based jutsu. Unlike normal cigarettes, Kasumi has fortified his own using augmented chakra in order to increase the amount of smoke produced by inhaling and exhaling. Kasumi also increased the durability and time it takes for the cigarettes to be finished.

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▸ Equipment and weaponry

San Hai (Third Lung)
▸ Type:

Organ

▸ Description:

A unique inheritance by those who possess the No Smoking Kekkei Genkai, Kasumi was gifted with the genetic alteration that allowed for him to house a third fully operational lung. This lung isn’t used with the default two, but rather as one to filter out any toxic gases, sort of like a natural filtrating device. Not only does it act as a filtrating device, but it allows for Kasumi to have insane lunch capacity allowing for him to hold his breathe for extensive periods of time. Lastly, it houses excess smoke collected from smoking or foreign collection and allows for Kasumi to expunge when in dire constraints or no access to his cigarettes nor smoke from the environment.

Naruto: Black Sun

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Naruto: The New World [High-Casual]

^{Konohagakure | Jonin | Wind Child}

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^{TIME: Present Day - Time Unknown | LOCATION: Then: Dome Biome – Outskirts, Now: Dome Biome, Laboratory | INTERACTION:@Aeolian@Reflection@Hillan}

The pale skinned kunoichi took it upon herself to investigate the surrounding area, it seemed no one really had asserted real authority or leadership over the group. With no clear leader the group kind of just buggered off and did their own thing. Shizuka’s precautions and reconnaissance were wasted on the group as Erika just rampaged forward like a bull in a china shop. This was quite the abhorrent behavior for one who seemed so reserved and delicate, almost like a flower. Who knows, perhaps it was the book she carried that gave her this kind of charisma and sense of security. Whatever as the case, Shizuka followed promptly behind her as she began her own investigation. “I don’t really like the dark, I can’t see anything when it’s dark out. So let’s shine some light on them kay?” Shizuka said with eyes smiling for him.

The dilapidated building was nothing more than a childish guise, what was housed inside was far more interesting. It seemed the group was caught in a fork in the road, not literally, but nevertheless they had to split. In any scenario splitting up was a sure fire way of being killed and picked off easier than staying in one large group, but this seemed to have called for special variables. After some quick deliberation by the insect man AKA Bug-Man, Shizuka’s super hero moniker he donned onto the fellow shinobi, the groups split. Shizuka wasn’t bothered who he was paired with as long as they didn’t really get in his way. With bible thumping Erika now in his party, the two wandered off to find this mystical laboratory. A sudden stream of relief poured itself into Shizuka’s lungs. The familiar feeling of a clean and sanitized space filled the boy with glee and effervescence. The boy collapsed the air filtration mask he had on and took one deep inhalation of clean air.

With a new outlook on life Shizuka quickly went to work, his eyes moved like buttons being pushed on a typewriter. The ruby eyed ninja couldn’t make tails end of the writing on the documents he found or on anything with writing actually. Having ruled out the ability to read any of the foreign writing, Shizuka stuck to visual evidence to help guide their path. Examining the rest of the room, his eyes were glued to the only thing keen enough to warrant any attention, hazard tape. Air walking over tables and equipment the young boy touched down in the face of the black and yellow tape. Without much thought he cut through the tape with a finger cloaked in highly pressurized wind chakra. Flicking the wind off his finger allowed the doors to part just enough for him to squeeze through.

What Shizuka found on the other side was quite interesting to say the least. “Hey Erika come over here and check this out. You might want to consult your book on answers for this” Religion always seemed like wasted energy to Shizuka, he much rather believed in that the earth had a soul and had distinct spiritual essences. Regardless that was neither here nor there, while he signaled for the pale girl to run over, the boy tried with all his might to open the reinforced access doors but to no avail. Instead, he did manage to make out seals placed on each of the chambers within. Shizuka was never too good with seals so he left that to Erika as he continued to look around. Unsheathing his sword, with the tail end of his handle he broke through the green box taking the pills while clearing the rest of the glass. “There’s some instructions on here I can’t read, here keep it as a bookmark” Tossing it over his shoulder he guided the piece of paper with air, creating a pathway to meet directly up with Erika.

“I’m not much for linguistics or deciphering unknown language, but I can tell what illustrations mean and I don’t think these are too friendly” each adjacent chamber had a picture of multiple animals. It was similar to a zoo or an aquarium where they keep the image and description of the species on the walls outside of the glass. The only difference was these were no normal animals, quite possibly genetically spliced or an amalgamation formed from some use of Kinjutsu, whatever was the case, Shizuka was glad he hadn’t opened the chamber doors. “Well now what? There’s nothing really more we can do in here, not until we figure out what those instructions mean. And I ain’t ready to go to Old McDonald’s farm just yet” The wind child joked.

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虎穴に入らずんば虎子を得ず

“If you do not enter the tiger’s cave, you will not catch its cub.”
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【Full Name】
Hajime, Sagara

【Alias】
Surgeon of Death (Shi no Gekai)

【Gender】
Male

【Sexuality】
Heterosexual

【Age】
999

【Age Appearance】
31

【Division】
4th Division

【Rank】
Captain
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【Personality】
Sagara has no compassion or mercy for his enemies, though he never shows much regard for human life, at some points even letting on that he likes to kill and experiment whether or not his enemy is alive or not. He is rather morbid and arrogant. Nevertheless, none of these character flaws prevent him from being a superb investigator and fighter. He believes in peace and order, even in the society created by his former enemies. Anyone he considers to be corrupt or despotic, he targets for elimination. He expects those involved in the soul society army to carry out their duties without letting their personal feelings interfere. Sagara is calm and collected, not getting rattled by his opponents. He is quiet and contempt, as he does not speak often, but he does speak to everyone with a natural apathy as he gives everyone a state of neutrality until he better knows the person, he barely uses honorifics and when faced with advising people he grows a small vendetta. He noticeably dislikes opponents who are cowardly, instead preferring opponents who are brave enough to face him. He also seems to dislike opponents who are weaker than him, preferring to face opponents who possess either the same level of skill as him or are a bit stronger than him.

Sagara comes off as being very dark. Sagara claims to enjoy the relationship between victim and murderer, stating that before the murderer kills their victim the two share a level of intimacy which is too deep for words. He also views love as a sadomasochistic relationship, believing that lovers care deeply for each other and yet hurt each other whenever they are together. He rarely displays emotion, never seeming angry or sad, but when Sagara enters his Bankai Sagara seems to disregard his old personality and becomes swallowed by a blood thirsty unbalanced maniacal creature that has nothing but the determination for death. Other than that Sagara displays very high intelligence, in some ways giving him something of an evil genius persona and personifies the stereotype of the mad scientist. To sum it all up Sagara is a coldblooded ruthless scientist.

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【History】

Enjoy

And so begins the story of how Sagara came to be. Before Sagara was born his parents had been citizen of a small city in japan that mostly no one knew of since it was such a small city. The city was relatively lively since everyone knew each other on a first and last name basis from the small population, the city wasn’t known for much apart from its lively economy, which was the only thing that kept the city afloat beyond the control of the government. Now Sagara's parents had both worked with the economy and had both grown to be very wealthy, their names were weighted heavy in the city for their outstanding funds. At the time they didn't know either one existed since they worked in two different types of work. His father being in charge of imports and exports, while his mother was in charge of financing the revenue and expenses of each major company. With such jobs that needed the utmost dedication and most of their time, it seemed the two didn't have time to burden themselves by going out and having friends. Their jobs were to demanding that the little time they had off they had spent sleeping preparing their bodies for the next day.

Well, fortunately for them they had both moved to Karakura Town for separate actions by their companies and they became familiar with Karakura Town and its bustling erratic movement, it seemed like the city always had something important to do. During a festival in Karakura Town everyone that was anyone was invited since it took up the streets and bar’s everywhere became packed along with restaurants. Awkwardly enough Sagara's parents had met at one of these bars in the busy Karakura Town streets, they had gone with separate friends, but at the end of the night had ended up leaving together. What drew them together were each other’s personal characteristics. His dad had serene silver eyes that captured the light in a way it captivated people who looked into them. And his mother had lush flawless skin with beautiful auburn hair and a smile you couldn't say no to. Both had been passing glares to each other the whole night until his father finally mustered up the courage to have finally asked her on a date.

The two kicked it off that night they painted the city red, celebrating, eating, and sharing laughs with one another. It was almost too good to be true, how in just one night they could find such a paradise that people only dreamed about. Now, fast forwarding a couple of years, the two finally settled down after his father asking her to move in with him, even though it wasn't the big question his mother had hoped for (marriage) she was still glad that they had took their relationship one step closer to that of marriage. They still had been working for the businesses they had started off as, but now they had been with their companies so long they gained benefits that would cover their own expenses and medical needs. By now Sagara's father popped the big question asking his mother to be with him forever. In tears she smiled and said yes making it the happiest days in both of their lives. The wedding had been gorgeous and over the top since they had the money to spend on it. Friends and family from all over the country came to see the two wed. Unfortunately during the time of the wedding a massive earthquake hit the surrounding area and unknowingly his two parents had consumed the nameless worm.

By now they had saved enough money they could consider early retirement, but his mother had other plans. Those plans later turned into young Sagara being born, yes finally after an odd number of years he was born into the Expanding world, thus his own story beings. Both of his parents had retired from their job yet they lived the luxurious life. Together they raised Sagara into a smart and caring little boy, though he wasn't the spoiled kind. Growing up was easy for Sagara as he was taught by his parents at a young age. They had taught him the basics that every child should and then they began giving him books to read without the pictures.

Years passed and now Sagara was able to speak fluently with great vocabulary and had excellent grammar he was about 11. For the next 10 years of his life he would begin to learn all there was to be known about science and medical studies. His parents had aged and now they were in there forties yet still lively. Sagara had took an interest in science and developed a knack for it, studying for hours upon hours when he got home, proud to present to his parents of what he learned in school that day. It was true his mind was more developed then the kids his age, but some say it was good genes, others called it good parenting, and most people just said he was a genius. They all took each compliment willingly and were embarrassed at how popular Sagara had gotten over the years. Sagara on his own was happy with his childhood and life he didn't have needs for games or being a ninja he wanted to just have more knowledge so he could carry on his family name and inherit his first son rights as successor to the family fortune.

Two years passed and now Sagara was 13 and had been overcome with an obsession with the human anatomy and what fragile beings humans were. This obsession became a permanent habit; instead of studying anything else he became infatuated with learning all about the human genome. The human body seemed complex, but at the same time it was so weak, it was unable to do such enormous feas as the animal kingdom could accomplish like a lizard’s regeneration or a cheetah’s speed. Even the human body’s immune system was feeble at best compared to a chimpanzee. And so Sagara spent all his time and energy into the research of the human anatomy until he mastered its knowledge. By now Sagara had finally begun to travel to public school instead of being taught at home since his parents wanted him to learn the meaning of having companions. During his school year the teacher’s and administrator had been playing around the idea of going on an out of school field trip. They would take a handful of students and take them out to camp in the countryside by the mountains so they could explore nature and the caves that had been made long before the buildings and steel that made Karakura Town. Sagara was excited to go and his parents gave him the permission to go on the trip with the rest of his classmates and his friends.

It seemed as though everything was going according to plan. The school was closed for the week, they had enough supplies to last them through the week, and the kids were filled with adventure. They took a bus out of the city to a desolate land where no skyscrapers or buildings were made and the weather was quite chilly. From the bus they began to hike led by the Administrator who had a map of the area around him. And simple enough there was a trail that led the through a forest and higher up into the mountains. Laughing and fun could be heard behind the Administrator as the teachers talked to the students and the students mingled with each other, but something began to puzzle the Administrator, he was lost. A quick glance, a turn of the map, a squint, he was indeed lost and his pride prevented him from asking for help since he arranged the entire thing.

Ignoring the fact he was lost he decided to take control of the expedition and follow his sense of direction and where he was headed originally. Everyone else was completely unaware of where they were going and when they asked the administrator if he knew where they were headed, he always gave a weary smile, and said yes. But aspirations began to grow shallow since they hadn’t made it to their camp and the sun began to set. Furthermore as he tried to calm them the kids grew weary as well and began to grow hungry and tired. Then things went from bad to worse when the sky began to fog up with dark grey clouds and the familiar sound of thunder struck the air. Rain began to downpour unto the group and the rest of the forest. Scared now they all began to panic before the administrator directed them to an open cave where they could rest in.

They rushed to the cave and poured in one by one until they were in a mass huddle. Wet, Scared, and tired they hung onto the teachers and waited out the storm. The administrator had begun to whisper to the other teachers telling them that indeed they were lost. Chattering filled the cave and despair steadily rose in each of the teachers while the administrator felt like a recluse. The thunder became louder and the lightning became more reoccurring until it rang just outside of the cave. And then finally the lightning struck at the cave and the rock and sediment above the cave crumbled and incased the opening into a rock prison. The children screamed and cried themselves to sleep until the next morning, very few streams of light poked through the creases in the rock. Time after time the teachers tried to break through the prison, but the more they tried the more rocks covered the entrance. Weeks dragged on without any contact to the outside world and it felt like no one was going to look for them now.

Slowly but surely they all began to lose their willpower, the food and supplies they had begun to shrink in size and the teachers began to sacrifice their portions to the kids so they could survive instead of going to sleep hungry. However as the supplies shrank in size the adults began to grow weak and had befallen into sickness from not eating and burning to much energy. Being the oldest and most knowledgeable on the human body and medicine Sagara looked after their supervisors, with limited supplies he tried the best he could to keep them alive, but was defeated when they had all died one by one; either from insanity or hunger and dehydration. Sagara never felt so alone and discarded, it was only him and the other children now and the isolation had begun to drive them mad.

Sagara and the rest of them had begun to lose their humanity and became animalistic, being the only one who kept his will, Sagara cut himself off from the rest of the boys and separated him from the rest. Yet the hunger kept swinging at him, his hope was quickly diminished when no one from the town had gone to retrieve them, maybe they would never come to get them, and how would they know where the cave was now that it was covered in rocks. That night Sagara had begun to fall asleep, he hadn't slept in days in fear something would happen to him, or he would miss his chance at rescue, little did he know he was making a big mistake. When he fell asleep the other kids formed around him, targeting Sagara because he was alone and weak. Crazed, starving for food, the children pounced on Sagara and held him down. Sagara immediately woke up in a panic, his eyes wide open as the fear and horror illuminated his eyes.

Sagara tugged and pulled yet no avail, he had tried screaming, but that wasn't working either. All Sagara could do was cry and hope they would stop, that's when he felt the teeth of one of his fellow classmates sink into his skin. The children grew barbaric and ravenous chomping away at his skin and muscle. Sagara tugged and pulled the pain surged through him he felt like he was dying slowly and there was no way out, he would soon pass out from blood loss, thinking to himself this was the last moments of his life, he then tugged for freedom trying to think of a solution out. He was running out of time the kids had already gotten to the bone which they began to break, they had been wanting the marrow from inside his bones, they had been starved for weeks and this was their first chance at something to eat, they were almost in a ritualistic manner devouring his arm and the rest of his body, with his blood riddled over their faces. Sagara thought fast realizing he should do just the same; Sagara chomped down on the hand that held his mouth exerting all the pressure he could. The boy holding him let go, now was his chance.

Sagara screamed, it was a blood curdling high pitched scream, he screamed so loud he nearly exhausted his oxygen supply. Hopefully his efforts wouldn't be in vain. Sagara had passed out from blood loss his tears the only thing covering his body. Oddly enough Sagara awoke the next day alive? Yes he was alive, but he was no longer in the cave. He had woken up in a rather strange lab he had never seen before. Sagara had shot straight up thinking he was in a nightmare, he touched his face, but there was something different his touch was cold. When Segara stretched out his arms he saw that both of his arms were riddled with stiches, up and down, scattered everywhere. His arms were covered in sitches all around and when he panicked he threw the blanket he had been covered with to the side, only to reveal his legs, feet, and upper torso were just engulfed in stiches. Almost on instinct Sagara threw his hands to his face and felt nothing, his sense of touch had been eliminated from the multitude of bites he suffered, his nerves were to damage to repair so they died and he lost one of his five natural senses. As he began to cry he rose up feeling extremely weak as he looked into the reflection of an iron fridge and saw his face has been scarred with stiches too.

Sagara yelled in anger and tragedy as he knocked over all the beakers and glass jars that were set on top of the desk. When suddenly his savior had rushed in and held Sagara, his name was Saito. After he had calmed down, Saito began to explain what happened to Sagara after he passed out. In a surprising turn of events, Saito a surgeon and alchemist had heard the savage noises and yells for help from the cave. When he ran over to investigate he destroyed the cave wall with an alchemic concoction and entered while he euthanize the other boys whose souls had been too far gone to save. Using some traditional medicine Saito kept Sagara alive just enough so he could operate him in his private lab where he awoke in. But why was he near the cave? Saito acknowledged his curiosity and confessed the he was an Alchemist looking for rare ingredients that only lived in the natural areas outside the town. Alchemy was considered magic in their times for it was an alternative to medicine and rumored to have the power to rival god, even so far as to say that alchemy can turn metals into gold. Sagara, still confused, soon grew attached to Saito, not only because he saved his life, but because of his passion for power and knowledge.

And so Sagara became Saito’s disciple and soon Sagara began to learn information he never knew existed, he learned new things about the human body and how to treat it better than most physicians could. And he grew especially excited when the taboo art of alchemy was explained to him, for the next few years Sagara would work his way to perfecting the art until he was able to master it that was until today. While Saito had gone out to find ingredients Sagara had created a secret side project hidden from Saito that was even taboo for him. The dangerous art of human modifications, Sagara read of heinous and destructive alchemy that would allow him to bend fire at will or allow him the strength of a bear and the regenerative properties of a starfish. But what he wanted was immortality and rebirth so his scarred body would be reborn into an immortal one. Having gathered the required materials Sagara began the ritual as he carefully followed the instructions, but what he didn’t know was this magic was never perfected. His avarice is what would be the means to an end, the alchemic sequence began, but what started out flawlessly ended horribly. The sequence began to go array and Sagara entered a stage of denial, but it was too late. The sequence had overreacted and the entire process had sparked an explosion with the chemicals.

The explosion erupted in front of Sagara’s face as the flames engulfed his body and consumed the lba round him creating several more explosions from the materials that were in the lab. And in a matter of minutes the entire lab had exploded leaving nothing but remnants of its past behind. When Saito had arrived it was already too late. And so in a fiery death Sagara laughed manically on his way to the other side. Arriving in Rukongai was his first experience being in the world of reishi and other natural phenomenon that took place in the shinigami world. Sagara immediately took this as a challenge and began to build his vault of knowledge of all that existed in this new world. However when he first arrived his body still bored the army of stiches on his body, but now his body was charcoal black from the burns that he inflicted upon himself. The burns seemed to never heal and the heat stayed with him as well, publically he was an atrocious monster so Sagara decided to cover up his mistakes and wrapped himself in a multitude of gauze and bandages until he became comfortable with his look. From then on Sagara built his knowledge until he joined the Gotei 13 as the 4th Divison Captain.

There Sagara fused his prior medical knowledge and alchemy with that of the new world with Reiatsu and Kido at his disposal. From then on Sagara became one of the oldest Shinigami in the Gotei 13, second to the Captain Commander. Sagara is by far the most knowledgeable on health related matters in all of Soul Society. He is known to be highly proficient in conventional healing techniques as well as herbal healing. He also has the ability to heal more than just Shinigami, since he was once human too. His Kido has also become rather advanced in the art of spiritual energy and has created a battalion of his own Kido. His knowledge and mastery of healing Kidō are unrivaled within Soul Society. Sagara is well-versed in a variety of Kidō, able to easily use high-level Hadō and Bakudō spells without incantation. And now Sagara, the second most diabolical criminal to ever exist in Soul Society, remains one of Soul Society’s most intellectual and dangerous beings.

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【Equipment】
Houtai no Kasoushakai (Bandages of the Underworld):
While his bandages serve as a way to treat his eternal burns, they've also become an assets and a tool he uses in battle. With enough reishi he is able to send these seemingly endless streaks of bandages from his body to any object within his vicinity and latch onto. The bandages have basic functions as in the ability to pull or bind or even to push reishi into the enemy host. Like any bandage they're rather weak and susceptible to being cut by any blade. They're slightly reishi augmented so an equal amount of reishi must be expelled to cut said bandages.
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【Zanjutsu, Reiatsu, and other Talents】
Unremarkable/Average/Impressive/Incredible Reiatsu: Incredible

Zanjutsu Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Master

Hakuda Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Grandmaster

Kidō Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Master

Hohō Combatant/Expert/Master/Grandmaster: Master
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【Fighting Style】

Sagara’s fighting style is rather slow and methodical, but don’t let that fool you for he is as quick and cunning as a snake, ready to strike at any time. A rattle snake is the best way to equate his fighting style, the rattle is to warn the victim that he is ready to wait until the perfect strike. Sagara likes to analyze his opponent rather in-depth and plan accordingly, his mind already calculates multiple scenarios in where the fight will go and contingencies for said plans. He’s constantly building his profiles of his opponent while keeping them on their toes. When he feels as though he’s compiled enough information to execute, he’ll go on the offensive. With surgeon like precision he attacks with elegance and speed, heavily favoring to exhaust all strategies prepared beforehand. His one weakness however is taking too long to finish the fight as he likes to toy with his prey if he ends up overpowering them, allowing for some recovery if possible at all.

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【Zanpakutō】

Name

Zanpakutō Name:
Kikuningyou (Chrysanthemum-Shaped Puppet)
Zanpakutō Spirit
Kikuningyou
Zanpakutō Personality

Zanpakutō Inner World
See Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance Background
Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance
Serrated Zanpakutō
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【Shikai】
Release Command
Inbaku Anata no Muriyari, Kikuningyou! (Bind Tightly Against Your Will, Kikuningyou!)
Appearance
In his shikai, Sagara's sword begins to split into tightly wound threads of wire, reminiscent of puppet string or piano wire. The hilt and guard disappear and the strands seem to be drawn to the tips of Sagara's fingers where they then attach themselves to. With ten strands attached to his fingers he's able to use his new Shikai.
Abilities

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^{Konohagakure | Jonin | Wind Child}

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^{TIME: Present Day - Time Unknown | LOCATION: Then: Amegakure – Great Hall, Now: Dome Biome, Somewhere | INTERACTION:@Aeolian@Reflection@Hillan}

Tension was in the air, the gale wind has unsettled and irritated its surroundings much like any strong wind. Eita was the first to appear disturbed and with a deep glower to his persona as Shizuka made his dazzling entrance. The tumble weed of a man or bug or whatever the heck he was reached out to Shizuka’s hand as if he was a parent reprimanding a small child as not to touch. Shizuka obviously went blank as his expression shifted in confusion, "hmm why is this strange man touching me?” Quite the irony since Shizuka was giving anxiety to the bugs inside of the coat the strange man wore. Shizuka listened to the man speak, he was clearly articulate in his speech patterns and what he had to say was interesting, but the more he spoke the more Shizuka was less inclined to listen. All he heard was mammoth beetle before Eita’s voice transformed into static. “Oro?” Shizuka hearing his name being called, “Yes! Yes! That’s me! I don’t have any gifts either, but my air can be helpful. Just you wait and see” The young boy opening his palm and creating a small cyclone in his hand.

“Hmm?” another voice called out his name, this voice was much softer and filled with warmth, the type only a mother or maternal figure could nurture. The cyclone subsided as his deep ruby red eyes caught the reflection of the light allowing them to burn bright in the face of the pale Yamanaka. “Radiant huh? I’ll take that as a good thing. You look like the other Yamanaka’s from home, why aren’t you in Konoha? Did you get lost? I get lost sometimes, but I just follow wherever the wind takes me” her words were wasted on Shizuka, although he was apt enough to understand them, he wasn’t one for being a walking thesaurus. “You talk funny” Shizuka said bluntly, noting the sudden change in ambience within the blue eyed kunoichi, before he could question the sudden shift, the final member of their squad to be had arrived, Tapo Hanabiro. Another familiar face, one that was still a resident of Konoha, Shizuka had remember his face if nothing else. “Hey Tapo! It’s me Shizuka. Good to see you again, I didn’t know the Hokage sent both of us here. This should be a cinch.”

With their introductions out of the way, it was time for them to start their mission. While the normal shinobi would become worried or pumped with adrenaline, Shizuka was ultimately carefree. Any opportunity for new experiences were a gift to Shizuka, even if those opportunities came with peril and high risk low reward. A soldier who was fearless in the face of death and relaxed was the perfect soldier indeed. Smile on the battlefield. Shizuka raced on board first as he wanted to start things off right, unfortunately they were notified their fifth member was unable to make the voyage with the rest of them. Pouting in disappointment Shizuka only fell sadness for a hot minute before he was back to his chipper attitude. Once on the aircraft, Shizuka couldn’t help but fidget with all the tools they had supplied for the trip. He flickered the flashlights on and off, pretending that he would tell a ghost story as he wiggled his hands in an eerie manner towards the eccentric bug man.

Once they veered off to their own direction Shizuka plastered his face against the window. Dead trees and one or two small hills came into view, before they were obscured by a massive dome coming into view. The dome wasn’t able to be seen through, blocked by accumulation of a dense fog, one could only image had been eroding the clarity over the years. Touchdown. The VTOL was a matter of meters away from what looked to be an ordinary building that acted as the gateway into the dome. Shizuka tasted the stale air and sighed, why was there never any fun air wherever he went? The air was always gross when it came to missions and this one was no different. “Sooo uhhhh, I can go first and take point. Once we get inside the dome I can use my wind to blow away the dense fog or at least keep it at bay so we can see. I may not be able to see as well as you guys, but if there’s air then I can feel everything within it. What do y’all think?” Shizuka’s demeanor shifted to one that was more serious, a reprieve none of his teammates would expect. The young shinobi fingered the air as his index finger traced a miniscule circle rapidly. A small stream of air would slide through the keyhole and sketch the inside layout for Shizuka. “I don’t feel anything” whether that meant it was safe or a trap was still unbeknownst to the group.

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_{Run or Hide
Shinji Yuki @BladeSS4| Kurosawa, Miyako @MesuOkami
Iyokan Koko @schadenfreude| Uragiri Sakana @Odin}

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Death, death was something that encompassed all. While there was no escape from it there were a myriad of ways to abstain from its cold indomitable grasp. The sound of scissors echoed and bounced off the walls in an environment that was obscured by darkness. Snip….snip…snip the sound intensified as a breath of life could be seen, the image of a light source flickering like the lives of many shinobi. An idea he was all too familiar with. He? With the illumination from the bleeding wick of a candle an amalgamation began to come into view. The rough shape turned into a smooth outline, a giant? No, there needed to be more focus. Edges became clear and it was now clear it was solely one man with his back to the darkness and the sound of scissors cutting from in front of him, blocked by his body. What was he cutting? Who was the mysterious stranger? Of course there were rumors, legends, old wives tales told of him or what might have happened to him.

If you couldn’t have guessed by now I couldn’t blame you. Time never lent itself to anyone, it had no bias no remorse, time was always constant; stopping for no man. It had been kind to Kinsei, Nori however. His mustache had long faded, there was nothing but clear real estate above his upper lip. The brown hue in his dirty blonde hair seemingly rescinded itself into inexistence, leaving only blonde. His hair grew to lengths of that equal to any female to date. Skin became soft and delicate with no blemishes aside from aberrant markings that stained his eyes and ran down the bridge of his nose. ”Touched by the Gods” he liked to say, but with what context? Whomever was lucky or cursed enough to enter the whereabouts of Nori Kinsei would soon find out. Anyways the rumors were all true, he had been everywhere and nowhere. This man was tact and perceptive enough to have gone radio silent all these decades, the purposeful appearance in the main villages and being seen was by no means a mistake, but perhaps…an invitation?

Regardless, his sudden appearance and orchestrated terrorist attacks did garner the attention of the world who had all but forgotten about him. It was only a matter of time before they would send another phalanx into the New Continent, destined to fail. That’s what a good solider does, does it not? Smile in the face of death and adversity with no question?

The VTOL had made all final necessary precautions preliminary to setting off into the New Continent, this was time for the aspiring nomads of the New Continent to gather their thoughts and chisel their fortitude. The VTOL went straight, then immediately veered off to what seemed to be the edge of the continent. Guess the world really wasn’t flat. While the other VTOL’s had hit nature biomes of significant value, your outcome was different, disappointing. Almost forthwith did the atmosphere begin to churn and bellow out a large rainstorm. The sky turned black as if your sudden appearance set off a sort of alarm. Water rained down heavily on the VTOL, the sounds of water splattering off the cold hard metal as the air became very dense and chilled. Out the windows was barren land with patches of green every so often. Geographically devoid of any vegetation or tree lines, no mountains ranges, no natural borders, just flat land. Although, there was one sole house on the prairie with what looked to be an abandoned city in the background, leading to a broken bridge.

Snip…snip.. Nori had been engrossed in cutting at whatever was in front of him until he felt the change in pressure outside, this distraction led him to cut his finger open. A single drop of blood fell before splattering on what sounded like a flat surface. Pairs of glowing circles began to crop up in the darkness. First there was one, then three, and now ten different pairs of glowing circles. One pair moved into the light of the candle revealing a child no more than the age of five years old, tugging at Nori’s ceremonial robes. ”Daddy, I think someone’s here.” the voice had extra bass added into it as it multiple voices were intertwined within the one, distorted one could say. Only this child would have hollowed out eyes and pale skin, whatever produced such light from the eyes was unknown, but the children were dressed in tattered clothes from early century fashion. “I know child, let’s go get ready for our guests. Nori smiled as his elongated purple nails kissed the side of the child blank face. Quickly striding into the distance, what was in front of him could finally be seen. A singular flower stained red on its petals from Nori’s blood with what could only be interpreted as an embryo at the top.

Bang! a cacophonous sound hummed inside the VTOL’s carriage, while the lights inside flashed red. The wing on the starboard side of the aircraft had exploded and was pouring smoke, turbulence was immediately felt as it threw those who were standing inside around like ragdolls. Alarms buzzing in the ears of the passengers would trigger their fight or flight responses as the aircraft descended into a death spin hurling down to the new continent at quite high speeds, there was no regaining control of the aircraft by the pilot nor cushioning the blow. The event had begun.

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^{Konohagakure | Jonin | Wind Child}

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^{TIME: Present Day - Afternoon | LOCATION: Amegakure – Great Hall | INTERACTION:@Aeolian@Reflection}

Walking into the foreign lands of Amegakure was unsettling in the least. It wasn’t from the towering buildings and maze of pipes nor was it from the drastic distinction in population than Konoha. No, it was mostly just the air that really off put our young hero. The stench burned the hair follicles in his nostrils, Shizuka’s eyes couldn’t help but water as he choked on his own gag. Being the guardian for all matters concerning air, Shizuka was too sensitive to the air around him in any plane. Suffocating, the boy couldn’t bear inhale any more smog with insidious intentions for his lungs. The only detriment that was more precarious than his was the surrounding area. People seemed completely unaffected by the pollution ransacking their bodies. Madness, he thought, pure madness. Regardless, he could not stand to thrive in these conditions and so with a quick flick of the wrist a pale blue breathing apparatus affixed itself to the boy’s mouth and nose connecting at the back like a gas mask.

Now in his element, Shizuka lifted his arms into the air and spun them flawlessly as if he worked in a circus as an acrobat all his life. With one small hop a gust of wind coalesced into his hand as they led down to the space where his feet once were. A small air ball formed under him as he sped off into the direction of the amphitheater the Hokage had instructed him to go to. Being one of the chosen few to become an ambassador for Konoha was an honor. An honor that was lost on the cloudy headed fool, fun was the only opportunity Shizuka saw in the matter. Happy to stretch his feet outside of his hotel, Shizuka was curious to see if he recognized any other shinobi from the chunin exams. Making his way inside the air vanished from underneath him as he landed like a cat on his feet, so nimble. He was then instructed by a random mediator to sit with the team he was assigned.

Now in an enclosed space the young spry ninja could finally remove his oxygen apparatus. The instructor spoke to Shizuka, only for him to misunderstand his hand extension, showing him the location of his squad as an invitation to shake his hand. Shaking his hand furiously the shinobi recoiled in shock, probably wondering if Shizuka was actually an idiot. Like a goldfish, his attention dropped quicker than a drop of water as he saw his designated spot. Two of his comrades had already made their way into the stand and had begun to talk, not wanting to feel left out the excitement took over. Waving his hand in the air, Shizuka began to shout, “Hey guys!” now cupping his hands around his mouth as to somehow amplify his voice, “HEY! IT’S ME, SHIZUKA!” Sprinting up to his teammates he kept making himself painfully noticeable, drawing unnecessary attention to Squad 2.

“Oooh you’re pretty” Shizuka said as he ogled the blonde haired kunoichi. The gust of wind collecting behind him would cascade forward, blowing the flower out of her hand, intended for Eita, and push her hair and clothing back along with Eita’s. “I like your bow! My name is Shizuka. I’ll be your partner from here on out. You look familiar…” Shizuka kneeled in real close his breath could be felt on her skin. “Are you from Kono—“ he trailed off as the glint of Eita’s mothy cloak. “Whoaaaa who are you and what is this?!” he sang like a small child discovering something new to play with. Running his fingers through the cloak Shizuka’s face melted into an expression of euphoria, “Pet the magic rug. Pet the magic rug.” It was safe to say S

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@Aeolian

Don’t worry Savato doesn’t bite.

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@Animal
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