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@Partisan Think the first few episodes lol. Like the first arc. lol.

Sometimes I forget the details. It is peace times but he's pretty strong for the average Genin.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

@PartisanI thought we were talking about Taichi Senju lol. Nah, Giichi is probably around Genin-Sasuke's level right now.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

@PartisanYea I knew. He doesn't have the wood thing, he's just a very well-off ninja. Maybe a bit weaker than Kakashi.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

I was gonna say who cares about Uzumaki and Senju anymore but now i wil say thier numbers are extremely less compared to the Uchiha.

Also for Senju blood, dunno what to say but how can he be related to Hashi? But i am interested in it for plot stuff. It does make sense.

The Naruto as ancestor makes a lot of sense.

Well from what we know:

Most Uchihas today in the rp came from Sarada. Plus assuming Sasuke have more children then we get the ressurection of Uchiha fast but i say otherwise. Less Uchiha, less problems for the rp. So let us keep it with Sarada.

Now for the Uzumaki. There's quite a handful of them scattered in the world but they aren't great in numbers either. It is fine to say Naruto as ancestor but to be more direct it is fine to say Boruto as well.

@Masaki Haruna

I was going to reveal it in a filler or a pointless post one-day but Taichi is actually directly tied to Tobirama. Tobi is his ancestor and his line has continued to use the Senju as a surname. I don't believe its been revealed if he had children or not, so I thought I'd play with it.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

And finally my Genin is up. Tis a shame it took so long. Take a look and let me know what you guys think.

Giichi Uzumaki

“Sorry, I wasn't listening. You saying something?”

His theme song

Giichi is quite the illustrious youth. His trademark blonde hair and blue eyes are vivid. They spell out his heritage, as if they needed too, and plucks him from the lineup of Base Students. For his age, Giichi looks ... mature. His blonde locks lay stylized over his long face, where as his eyes sits warmly in-between his bangs.

He stands at a slender height of 5'6”, with sun-touched skin, and large hands. When he walks, he strides with a confidence that's just as much inherited as it is picked-up on. For others expect great things from him and for most of his life, has praised him for his striking resemblance to the Seventh Hokage. When off duty he wears what's seen in the picture, his bottom wear is black trousers and black shinobi-sandals. When on duty his white jacket and yellow tie is replaced with a orange, long-sleeve track-jacket. The clan's swirl-like symbol is on the back and vibrant leaves dance near its bottom. His leaf head-band is tied around his forehead.

Personnel files.

Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.

【Full Name】
Giichi Uzumaki.

【Alias】
Foreigner (occasionally), Gi-kun, Blonde Star, Ichi-Poo

【Age】
14

【Gender】
Male

【Birthplace】
Konohagakure.

【Bloodline】
Uzuamki

【Rank】
Genin

Psych. report.

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
Hailing from the Uzumaki clan, Giichi has been blessed with extraordinary vitality, stamina, chakra, and endurance. Far beyond that of any uniform genin, Giichi's tact for getting into brawls, whether they be his fault or some strange-twist of luck, has revealed his fighting prowess. With hard blows and a indomitable will, he charges his foes with an adaptable mindset. Often interchanging physical blows, lethal weapon strikes, and jutsus in a single sequence of attacks. All the while waiting for an opening to use his Rasengan.

【Ninja techniques】

A rank techniques:
Rasengan.

C rank techniques:
Summoning Technique (Ferret – Kyotoso - D Rank).

D-E rank techniques:
Giichi has basic knowledge of the academy taught jutsu

【Custom made techniques】
Jutsu name:
Raiton Release: Nerve
Rank:
C
Range:
5 Ft around himself
Description:
A solution for his shortcomings with the shadow clone jutsu. Giichi charges the air around him with dime-size orbs. They are harmless to his opponents. However, when touched, they send a charged warning to Giichi's brain, alerting him to obstructions that enter the field. This jutsu, on first activation glows a vibrant orange but a second later becomes invisible. Continuous usage drains chakra but due to Giichi's abnormal reserves, its inconsequential.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object type:
Kunais
Description:
In stock

Weapon, tool or object type:
Shurikens
Description:
In stock

Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
A nuetral party in most situations, Giichi has a hard time expressing his distaste or like for most things. He will contently smile at the options as he mulls over the decision and even after a few minutes will eventually say: “Dammit, Just choose for me.” While his indecision is apparent, its also quite obvious that this created his adaptability. Like his mother, he can be quiet when not being active. He's likely to disappear if one's not aware of his presence.

This, coupled with his wandering spirit, often sends him walking through fields just to gaze up at the clouds. Inside of those cottony giants, his mind skyrockets to imagination land. Where he dreams of wind-drifting dinosaurs, legendary warriors, and even what lava-running would feel like. The point of this is to say he can be a fluffhead at times.

【History】
Giichi's upbringings were slightly unbalanced. Being raised mostly by his mother, he was a bit of a introverted kid. When he was little, he was often flocked by caretakers and family. Being surrounded twenty-four-seven. Though the Uzumaki Clan has no established hierarchy, there's always been a silent assumption that those born with blonde hair and blue eyes were expected to be great (which was a very rare trait considering the dilution of the genetic pool). Like his mother before him, Giichi was born with such traits.

Cousins, aunts, great-grandfathers, and even twice-removed uncles were around during his younger years. They constantly talked his ears off and placed subtle expectations on his shoulders. His mother: Sachi Uzumaki was a quiet, kind woman. She often saved him from the crowd by dismissing him to his room; which normally would be a bad thing, but in his case it was always a treat. In his room, he would spend hours reading scrolls, books, watching tv, and often imagining. He could see the shapes in the clouds from the manor … noticed the twists in the grass when outside, praised the beautiful feathers of the birds in the trees.

Though kind, quiet, beautiful, and protective; Sachi was a serious shinobi and offered the same life towards Giichi. She admired their ancestors but not for their stamps on history. But the “Great Warmth” that usually surrounded them. Great Warmth is a phrase that the Uzumaki use to speak of someone's “unwavering alacrity”. In his childhood years, he was practically the opposite of the term. Even so, his mother seemed not to notice. Though the unsavory member of his clans, mainly the strong-willed women, often came over and brought it up.

Between entering Base Academy and finally meeting his father: Taichi Senju darkness had touched the boy's heart. His close-friend, Shiki Nara had been grievously injured while the two played. His leg muscles torn and bones broken, it was declared he would never be a ninja. After recovering, Shiki stopped coming over to the Uzumaki house. The wound rested in his heart for a long time. That was until his father returned home.

Three knocks at their door revealed a golden eyed, brown haired man. Giichi could remember thinking that the guy was amazing to look at. That his face was sculpted and his eyes made from gold nuggets. After a moment, Taichi crouched down, smiled a breath-taking grin, and embraced the lad perfectly. All the while saying. “You've grown. You look just like Sachi, Ichi-poo.”

The years following was filled with the three of them finally being complete. Giichi experienced a change in his personality, he found a happiness that was missing. A place where his need to be alone would vanish. And when with others, he found it easier to stave off the exhaustion. His father told him short-stories of his adventures. Tracks into deep underground laboratories to obtain top-secret genes. Battles where both sides took damage but the hero was often a step-behind his targets. He always had a comical frustration on his face when he spoke of the hero's mistakes.

【Family ties】
”Family is strength, family is love!” is a cheer his family says to encourage themselves. To them, their family is the reason they live. Friends too. Taichi is a fun-loving man, who greets adventure with open arms, and despite his appearance, is a tender parent. Sachi on the other-hand is cool and collected. She comforts Giichi perfectly; no matter the situation her short-words are always enough to ease his heart. Its obvious she's wise.

Taichi Senju | Father | 41, Konohagakure, Jounin. He claims to have roots to the first Hokage, but a many has disputed him on that. He's been investigating the Senju DNA drug-ring.
Sachi Uzumaki| Mother| 41, Konohagakure, Council Member. A quiet woman who descends from the Seventh Hokage. She was once famous for her sealing jutsus but has retired to ensure the happiness of her son.
Yotoru Uzumaki | Great-Great Grandfather | Deceased, Konohagakure. He became the Hero of the Immortal War against the Waterfall Village. He was honored by three villages for his part in ending it.
Asura Uzumaki | Early Ancestor | Deceased, Sungakure. Known as “The Fallen Uzumaki” for his terrorist deeds against the Amegakure. He advertised a dark message across the countries during his generation.
Naruto Uzumaki | Ancestor | Deceased, Konohagakure. Known as the Seventh Hokage and by some The Child of Prophecy, his linage has held strong against the clutches of time.

【Dreams and fears】
Giichi dreams of coming into his own. While it may seem egotistical, he sees the fame of his ancestors and hopes one day to be placed amongst them as someone great. At the very least, he wants to be renowned for his skills as a ninja. His mother fully believes in him and so does his father. As weird as it may seem, he's absolutely sure its possible for his dream to come true.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Daiki Naito

Even while lost in his hindering thoughts, Daiki could feel the sheer fun flowing off his teammates. The Genin that they were suppose to be watching was more of the happy-go-lucky assortment. That coupled with Aoi hi-jinks meant he in for a very long trek. He'd try his best to indulge in their banter but he wouldn't slide the delegations of his mind to the side to do so. As he walked, his found his hand tucked loosely in his pocket, the other swinging as he kept his pace.

He was not trying to keep up or maintain his place at the forefront. Only give himself time to think.

In the middle of such a thought, he caught Aoi leaping onto Doto's back from the corner of his sights. He shook his head and let out a hollow sigh. " Aoi, have you ever thought of actually taking a breather?" he asked with a dry chuckle. If no one else was capable of dragging him from his sour mood, Aoi would surely do so.

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S A B L E

" Fuck you! I'm not done ... not yet"

Crimson petals burned slowly, crispy and dark pieces was pulled with the westward wind. They passed along his face with a cruel fate, destiny had not been nice to the greenery that had once grew there. All that was for several thousand feet around him was the dead spots, black and crumpled. The crimson petals were only the most recent to be affected by the intensity of his heat. The heat was visible around him, the clear fluctuations weaved up and down in various places, centering on him as if comforted by his presence.

He raised up with the help of shattered shortsword, standard for the fodder that now littered the charred earth around him. Some held tight to their weapons, still grasping them even as they were teleported to the infirmary. Others were beaten to the point that they didn't have the time to close their eyes; only the time to let them roll back and reveal the white was granted before they fell unconscious. Even now, on his third-straight day of training without water or food, had Sable been made to take a knee.

" You couldn't possibly ... Nghn, think this could take me down! Hell no, I'm nowhere near done. Fairy Tail is going need a strong leader to command its mages. I could care less for what you magic council dicks have to say, I'm going to bring it back!"

He shot forth a torrent of crimson flames from his feet, the fire sliced the earth like cookie-dough before up-chucking a slab into the air. Sable shot off the ground and landed with a thud onto its airborne surface, the moist earth beneath his feet threatened to break apart, only to give way to solid rock. He scrambled up the vertical rock before stepping off it pointed edge and even further into the air. From below he watched the fifty archers from the magic council pull back tight-bowstrings and conjured up an array of ethereal arrows.

" Fairy Tail has been put to rest for a reason, Mr. Rhodroth. Do not think the will of a single man can overcome the shield of Fiore. The sword of the King. And the law of the land." The commanding officer yelled from his place at the end of the firing line. "Fire at will soldiers!"

"Right!" shouted the army before releasing a storm that rushed towards him.

" My will is not that of a man's! But that of a Dragon's! Know my strength!" Sable's fist clenched up as he urged the magical strength hidden beyond to surface. A fiery essence raced from his core and burned him until he was forced to construct it into a physical form. The might of his enhanced flames; the proof that Natsu's magic resonated inside him, burst forth and with a blinding light, disintegrated the colorful arrows with a sharp, surrounding hiss.

Above he looked upon the council soldiers with anger that seared the very wind. The archers and soldiers grasped at their throats, some stripping from their armor while sweat poured off their bodies. Sable felt the weight of gravity leave his shoulders as three apple-sized flames spiraled over his right shoulder, keeping him afloat. He bit his lip and felt the exhaustion that sent the soldiers below scrambling for water.

Well his training was finally over. As usual he marveled at the infinite expanse of the sky. A great blue that could not be bound or touched like the ocean. This place was truly free. Though lonely at times, he could feel the greatness and legend that came with it. And he wanted it to be his. Like the sky he would be a infinite ... Or perhaps he was just thinking randomly again. He tended to do that lately.

A glance was spared for the scorched earth in the form of a fluid, curving maneuver. He paused as if laying on a slanted, upright sofa. The wasteland had not faired well. He was sure he had just destroyed the homes of thousands of animals. But it worth it to grow stronger. With this strength, he felt that he had finally surpassed those that would betray him. And he owed it all to Kyou and Oriel.

From below he spotted Rush flying towards him. Sable cut a path through his heat for the exceed, she had grown lately. " You did great, Sable-Sable. I'm so proud to have you as my partner."

"You should really kick that habit's ass, Rush-Rush. Don't you know I'll be king one day. It'll be embarrassing," he teased before placing his hand on her head and rubbing it.

She nodded before flying in his chest and snuggling him. Sable could only answer by letting his anger and Slayer move fade away as he drifted to the ground. I have new friends now, Vyper's Bolt. Prepare to be put down like the snakes you are.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Daiki Naito

For a week he felt the dutiful wrath of Mentor's training. A arduous work that consisted of waking up early and going to bed late, only to have hours upon hours of workouts, sparring, and optical meditations in between. The events that he retold Mentor had only put a sour-countenance on his uncle's face. It made him look angry and deeply troubled, as if a rock had been thrown into his clear pond. In the end it seemed to only bounce back and doubled Mentor's troubles.

When he was approached with tending to a mission with Aoi, Haruka, and a genin; Daiki had only met them at the gates of the Naito compound and walked onward. His mind was too busy with decisions, inquires, and worries for him to even greet them properly. A short nod to each of them were about all they received, that, coupled with his "short-responses" on the way to the gate had spelled out his mood. He was feeling rather despondent and bothered.

Holding the strap to his pack on his back, which held the usual tools; Daiki listened while looking out towards the trees surrounding the village. The message was simple enough, the mission low-risk. Something he wasn't actually akin too but welcomed with full arms. His soon drifted to the aftermath of the Minamoru incident. What more could he have done? what more was required? The Jashin was still in Konoha and that thought bounded his legs tightly with reluctance. He was already fearful to leave the village, even though he knew it was silly to worry. If things took a harsh left for the worse, the Hokage would defend the village fervently.

Barely registering the muted voice of the person reading the mission, Daiki headed off without a word down the path towards the Village of Rijin. Aoi and Haruka were both capable of mentoring the boy, far more than himself. They could handle him and he would simply be around in case things went haywire.

This is bothersome, he thought to himself.

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S A B L E

The flames that spurted on his shoulders soon dwindled to small ambers, his eyes falling to closed lids as his will waned. His chin rested on the lithe shoulder of his opponent, too tired to move and too tired to care. He had only felt such fatigue twice in his life. The first was when he traveled five days and nights as a youth to escape from his past, the other was training Rhodroth for the first time. Things had changed since then, he had become a mighty and dare-he-say feared wizard. But the feeling of depleting his magical reserves still burned his gut like a foul hunger.

He felt meager, almost infantile as he sniffed out Oriel's exorcist flames. Small intakes of air would be heard in her ear, the flames behind curved into his vision and ran towards his mouth.

Just a little ... Just a little! he told himself.

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Daiki Naito

Clones and more clones, ninjas had really become adept as using the tactic. If not for his own quick thinking, he wouldn't have escaped the wave of fire that was released from the three clones. He emboldened Anemone with chakra and from behind the red-hot beam, waited out the assault. When he it finally ceased, he looked up to check on Aoi, who was still hanging from above.

That's good. I shouldn't worry as much as I do about her, he told himself, turning his eyes towards the grunts and tumbles of Yamato Minamoru. The Prodigy came to a halt near his feet, garnering his stoic gaze. It wasn't even a second later that Yamato raised back up and charged into the battle. If the snob didn't have anything else, he had moxie. From their thrones of rubble, the three brothers went to ramble about the chunins. His calm was maintained on the surface but greatly chipped on the inside.

Do they know about ... my eyes, he wondered, suppressing the urge to cover it in his time of uncertainty. Impossible, only on the compound have I- Daiki was frozen as a grim possibility ushered itself inside of him. Was it possible that the Jashin's infiltration into the leaf was grander than they expected? Just how many covert operates did they have lurking around? His eyes glanced around for enemies in the building before darting back to meet his opponents.

The smaller one and taller one leapt into the fray of the chunins; Daiki retreated in a blur of motion a few meters away. The smaller one followed after him, spouting on about a three-way dance. He could only smile at the comment before witnessing the veil of fire rush from the small-brother's lips. Mentor's permission to use his Sharingan echoed in his mind. But did he absolutely need it, was it worth the exposure?

He decided if it meant he'd live, that it was worth the risk. With a swirl of movement, his eyes gained the two tome seals and faded into a deep crimson.

Beyond the flames he saw the shadow of a full thrust launching his opponent over head and the glinting kunais that traveled with explosive tags planted on them from below. Everything around him was exceptionally slower, if not easier to pick apart. The charka of his friends and his opponents were lit up in the chaotic building. His mind was a cruel and cold calculator, it once offered up the lives of his comrades in order to come out victorious. But now, Daiki could see other possibilities.

With a flicker of movement, he transcended normal speed. And burst forwards with Anemone spearheading his path for grounded brother. The katon-man may have thought that he hid his attack well, that he would have the time to detonate, or speak. But in a battleground, where a life was the bet, Daiki would never lose.