| Naibu Satoshi | |
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| Personal | |
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| Birthplace | Kirigakure |
| Birthdate | ? |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | ? |
| Height | 6'0" |
| Weight | 180lbs |
| Blood Type | A+ |
| Kekkei Genkai | None |
| Classification | None |
| Areas of Expertise | Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, Occult Arts |
| Clan | None/False Immortals |
| Affiliation | Kirigakure |
| Team | None |
| Rank | |
| Ninja Rank | Chuunin(?) |
| Genin-Equivalent Age | 14 |
| Chuunin-Equivalent Age | 16 |
| Nature Type | |
| Element (Affinity) | Wind |
| Element (Secondary) | ? |
| Signature Jutsu | |
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| Demon-Man Ninjutsu |
Background
Satoshi was born a clanless youth native to Kirigakure. Although his family had modest resources, they still struggled, and it was these early trials which bred a peculiar attitude in the boy. A drive for survival, and a willingness to aggressively protect that aim. Every scrap on the street, every loaf of bread won, was a victory for himself and offered the promise of another day. This would carry on through his youth, until destiny set him on a different path.
Still not even ten years of age, Satoshi's natural talent for self-defense caught the eye of Azuma Hiroshi, a Jounin in service to Kirigakure. He took it upon himself to learn more about the young fellow in whom he perceived much raw potential. What he found was a promising student who had been left to waste as the equivalent of an urchin. Azuma offered Satoshi a greater life than that, one in service to the Land of Water, where his strength of body and will would be valued and used. He would live well, so long as he served well.
Satoshi didn't hesitate to accept the offer, barely even looking over his shoulder as he left his family behind. He'd made it largely without them, anyway. Satoshi took to the academy's brutal training readily, for it suited his own volatile temper. Blows were traded, his talent with the katana was learned of, and he discovered that he was aligned with the Wind element. The element aside, he wasn't an unusual student, and was actually quite preferable in some ways. When the time came for the three students to slay a beast together, Satoshi relished the chance and ultimately tore into the creature's head with blade and hand alike.
Following his bloody victory and entry into the ranks of Kirigakure's shinobi, Satoshi began an initially successful career. He had an attitude, but he ultimately followed orders on missions and particularly excelled in fighting (not surprisingly). Somewhat less obvious was the fact that he was an intellectual with a scholarly interest in esoteric and occult matters. In other words, he liked to study methods by which he could better and empower himself for violent engagements.
This vanity concerning his ability to handle such talents would lead to a great calamity. Satoshi followed a formula he'd unearthed which would supposedly grant him great strength and stamina. Unfortunately, either the formula was flawed or Satoshi (still a genin at the time) was wholly unprepared for the forces he was playing with. After injesting the solution, Satoshi wasn't empowered. Instead, he contracted a rare disease soon diagnosed by Kirigakure's med-nin. There was no cure. Slowly, he would waste away into nothing.
Satoshi wasn't of a mind to accept death so readily. After seeing so many things in the wide world, he believed there had to be an answer to his death sentence. He could've lived out the remainder of his days as a Chuunin - the rank he eventually achieved through continued good service and talent - but there was too much shame for him in waiting to become useless and weak before finally perishing under the disapproving gaze of his people. He decided to leave Kirigakure, whether his superiors liked it or not, to venture into those dark and forgotten places where such secrets as he needed tended to hide.
It would take some years - three, in fact - for Satoshi to have any luck. He visited caves, castles, ruins, and all other manner of occult locales. So-called miracle healers and herbalists did nothing for him. By the third year, the disease was weighing upon him. His strength had diminished and surviving a fight demanded more chakra than he had ever required in his healthier days. There had to be a solution, and quickly, or the meat would waste away from his bones and leave naught but bones and an abandoned katana.
Fortune was swift to react to Satoshi's needs, but as in all things, its favor can be as much a curse as a blessing. The shinobi learned of a village where the local shaman and her apprentices had done battle with an oni, wounding it and driving it into a dark chasm they now considered forbidden. Within, the oni was slowly dying of the jutsu the shaman had used, just as Satoshi was rotting away from occult causes of his own making. Natural opponents suddenly had a common enemy: death itself.
Satoshi dared to enter the chasm and confront the oni, a red-skinned humanoid with great claws and fangs. Its eyes were black, and the air it breathed rippled with heat. The issue was apparent; some sort of jutsu was eroding the center of his torso, and other seals on its body were doing the same. Death would be certain, but the oni could see that same certainty in Satoshi. Rather than kill him, he elected to regard the human as a way of surviving in spirit. The oni offered Satoshi what he had long sought - immortality, a cure to his ailment - if he would agree to receive the Preservation Jutsu. He did so without restraint.
During the Preservation Jutsu, the oni Naibu designed the process as a fusion. His own flesh would disappear, while his chakra and spirit would be transferred into Satoshi's body. The ritual went off without a hitch, and a new entity was born of their union, neither wholly human nor demon. At times, it wasn't even clear whether it was Satoshi or the oni acting and speaking. However, obvious changes had taken place. Satoshi's hands had become like the demon's claws, his teeth had turned to fangs, horns sprouted from his brow, and his eyes were black as coal.
Satoshi, what remained of him from the union, was pleased with the results of his decision. He no longer felt the burden of his illness, and in fact, he felt no weakness at all. So long as his claws or teeth sank into living things - people, animals, even plants - and absorbed their chakra, his newfound immortality would be preserved. This was the price of keeping the oni united with him alive, as he was essentially now made of chakra alone. This led to a disturbing propensity for greater violence than usual under the pretense of feeding the oni, but when it could assert itself, it adivsed subtlety and using animals and plants.
In his heart of hearts, Satoshi still felt loyalty to Kirigakure and sometimes returned there, though he took care to conceal his appearance in whatever ways he could. He wonders if he might settle there again, but that's a matter for the Mizukage to decide. In the interim, Satoshi lives as a wanderer, roaming from village to village and earning funds along the way as a freelance mercenary. In these times of the Silence and other threats, the fact that his career coincided with the dangers was a small blessing.
Over time, Satoshi has learned that he's not merely a durable human who's acquired some of the oni's physical traits. The oni was a part of him down to the fabric of his being, for it had become pure chakra and interwoven itself with him during the Preservation Jutsu. This enabled Satoshi to utilize some of the demon's knowledge and powers, a process which he's beginning to work on mastering.
In his thoughts, the oni named the power their united form wields the Oni-Otoko Style. Literally, the Demon-Man style. The slashing of powerful claws, the gnashing of teeth, the wielding of corrupt chakra flames. These powers and a handful of potential others were his to master, including the potential to partly bring out the oni's physical strengths as a transformation jutsu.
There's no mistaking the fact that the Satoshi of the present day is evil. However, the degree to which he's evil depends on which personality is dominant at the time. Ironically, the oni is the more conservative and reasoned of the two, less likely to use violence and more to employ eldritch arts or subterfuge. Satoshi has grown aggressive and eager to take on battles, as much to earn a profit as to feed himself. In the end, saving his own life had led to an existence without any real purpose but to endure - just like at the start. This is why he now hopes that the Mizukage may see a use for him in Kirigakure and welcome him back.
After quite some time spent traveling the wide world, Satoshi quite simply grew tired of it. He could tolerate only so much of being hired to resolve squabbles between local lords for meager payments. The new being decided to return to Kirigakure, even though Satoshi himself no longer truly existed. Just the memories.
Satoshi turned himself in at the gates and was imprisoned, at which point the Mizukage promptly came to see him. What words were exchanged in that room remain a secret, but the end result was the half demon's freedom and return to the village within missing-nin status. In fact, Satoshi has instead been named his own military unit of one, taking orders from none other than the Mizukage whilst simultaneously holding no power over anyone else. Essentially, unless the Mizukage were to command it, his participation in the military's movements is at his own choosing.
No doubt, there are many even in Kirigakure who are uncomfortable with having a creature of his appearance and nature within the village. However, he seems to be insightful and intelligent, and loyal to the Mizukage to date. However, whether his motives are as plain as they were stated or not remains a mystery.
Personality
Satoshi had always been a determined and relatively aggressive young man. However, he was a good shinobi and showed promise as a future servant of Kirigakure. However, his interest in the occult and how he might use it to improve himself is a dangerous fascination. So dangerous, in fact, that one of Satoshi's attempts instead afflicted him with an illness which would cause him to slowly wither and die.
After a long search, Satoshi found the "solution" to his problem in the form of fusing himself with an oni named Naibu, who was suffering a similarly lengthy death. Their shared hatred of that fate persuaded them to become as one, and Satoshi has never been quite the same since. He has an inappropriately grim sense of humor, heightened aggression, and stronger aspirations toward power. There seems to be no consideration of the fact that his obviously inhuman nature might be an obstacle.
Even though Satoshi as he now exists is a malevolent entity, he's not stupid. He realizes that he needs allies to array against the enemies he'll no doubt acquire over time. As a result, he feigns willingness to accept gestures of alliance and friendship. At times, he'll even come to the aid of those facing dangers or missions who're willing to tolerate the nature of his powers. These people are just resources in Satoshi's mind, but he handles them as he must.
In one peculiarity, there are times where the oni seems to become the dominant personality. Ironically, he is decidedly more cunning and reasonable than his human half. It's difficult to tell who is who, nevertheless.
Appearance
| Brief Description | |
|---|---|
| Eyes | Completely Black |
| Hair | Black, Topknotted |
| Skin | Tan |
| Body | Muscular; 6'0" tall, 180lbs |
| Upper Body Clothing | Standard shinobi garb largely concealed by a makeshift cloak wrapped about his body. |
| Lower Body Clothing | Loose black trousers, ankle wrappings |
| Feet | Toeless sandals exposing clawed toes |
| Equipment | Katana, kunai, leg pouch, protective bandaging, concealing cloak |
| Tattoos | None |
| Features | Completely black eyes, clawed hands and feet, sharp teeth, short black horns |
Were it not for lingering traces of youth about his visage, this male might be taken to be far older than he actually is. This is due in large part to his physique, which is remarkable in and of itself. Clearly deliberate effort has been invested into developing muscle mass, the end result being a formidable bulwark of hardened tissue. The naked eye would readily assess such a frame to be in peak health, and beyond that, not entirely human. The man's hands have been replaced by large claws with thick black talons, most noticably.
Powerful shoulders come together at the neck, a sturdy pillar upon which his head is perched. An angular jawbone which ends in a narrow chin provides the frame from the canvas that is his countenance. There is still youth obvious in his face, perhaps in his later teenage years, though it's augmented by the same sturdiness evident in his body. Straight lips and a similar nose, solid cheekbones, and a proud brow from which large black horns grow. His eyes, wreathed in thick lashes and possessed of eyelids with epicanthic folds, are a black as coal throughout. Lastly, his teeth have somehiw been turned wholly into deadly sharp fangs. He wears his ebon mane long, but tied back into a topknot.
The base attire he wears is that of a shinobi. A mesh shirt overlaid with a vest girds his torso, whereas loose trousers hang from his hips, secured by a belt adorned with many pouches. His feet are wrapped with bandages, and he wears geta sandals in turn. Much of his body is concealed by many layers of robes, with long sleeves concealing his hands. A heavy hood is draped over his head, and a bandana covers everything from his nose down. The final touch, aside from his unconcealable black eyes, is a katana sheathed against his back.
Relationships
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Ninja Journal
I tire of this daily struggle. The fights, the literal battle for survival against other youths, I can find pleasure in those. Digging through trash in search of the next day's meal is another matter entirely. My mother and father keep more for themselves than they do me, no matter how they deny it. The only thing I have to thank them for is a roof over my head at night, and even then, I see the sidelong looks they give me. The sort of look you'd direct upon an unwanted burden.
Well, things are going to change. When I won another fight today for a loaf of bread, a shinobi watched me bring down the other boy. Azuma Hiroshi, a Jounin. He asked questions about me, about my hopes and my life, and told me that my talents were wasted on the streets. It was his hope that he could see me admitted to the Kirigakure Academy for training. In serving the Land of Water, my strength of body and will would be valued, and I'd live well. Finally, someone recognizes what I have to offer beyond being a gutter rat.
I agreed to Azuma-sensei's proposal and gathered my things from home to move to the Academy. To be honest, I didn't look back, but neither did my parents issue any objection to my departure. Family life. Tch. I much preferred the harsh training which followed at the Academy. Even though I felt like I had to carry my teammates, I relished in the tradition of slaying the great beast and earning my way into the ranks of the Genin. I leapt upon its back and tore into its head joyfully, with blade and hands alike.
The blood of the beast on my hands spoke to my potential, and I've lived up to it. People say I have an attitude, and maybe I do, but they also say that I get the job done. When the time comes to kick ass on a mission, I'm the reliable resource. That's how it has been for years, but I'm not satisfied. I started old scrolls about ninjutsu legends, occult matters, so on. I sought a secret path to greater things.
By the time my service had earned me the rank of Chuunin (the exams were delightfully violent), I had done enough research to formulate the creation of an elixir. This creation was supposed to enhance my strength and stamina. Instead, it gave me what the village's med-nin called an incurable and deadly illness. Over the course of years, it would eat away at my flesh until I died weak and helpless. Where had my mistake been? I don't know, but I can't accept such a shameful demise.
No doubt to the anger of Kirigakure, I decided to leave the village in search of a cure to this strange sickness. My travels take me to dark and forgotten places where secrets tend to dwell. Even if I must piece together a solution one bit of parchment or relic at a time, I'll find a way to avoid this humiliating death. There must be a way.
I swore that I would find a solution, and I did.
Three years. That's how long it took me to come upon a solution to my illness. My travels took me to caves, castles, ruins, and all manner of occult locales. I consulted miracle healers and herbalists, missing-nin and practitioners of forbidden techniques. None of them were of any use to me, save for a seer who told me of a great source of chakra in a chasm far to the east of the village I was in.
I ventured into that chasm, and it was there that I met the great red oni, Naibu. Ordinarily, this mighty creature would've killed me and had quite the feast. However, he had been wounded by a shaman and her apprentices, and he was slowly dying of those wounds. In other words, we share the same miserable fate. Nothing forges alliances better than a common enemy, and our foe is death itself, embarrassing and slow to arrive.
Naibu proposes a solution which he says would allow us both to remain alive. He knows of a jutsu, a Preservation Jutsu, which he could use to fuse our bodies into a single being of a unique nature. My flesh would mostly remain, albeit with some of his features, and the essence of his being would fuse with mine. We would need fear no sickness, no wounds. Not only would we avert our deaths, we might be greater than we were prior. How could I say no to this, even risking an oni's betrayal? I've agreed.
It is done. Naibu and I survived the Preservation Jutsu and became one being, neither human nor oni. What am I to call myself in terms of species? I have no idea, but I can tell you that it's something wondrous in its potential. I feel better than I ever have before, and Naibu's features are but a small sacrifice to make for what's been gained. He's still here, within me, guiding me. This has become important as we've discovered that our fusion has granted me the use of demonic abilities, some of them Naibu's and others entirely new.
The world has become a much easier place in some ways since the jutsu, and much more complex in others. Ordinary people, cowards and weaklings, they fear my very appearance and take flight without first talking to me. However, there are others who recognize my talents and have hired me as a mercenary. For now, this is what I do in order to earn my riches and research further occult lore. Indeed, the profession is convenient for my immortality because Naibu passed on the need for living chakra as a point of survival. I can subsist off of draining animals and plants, but humans and other great beings are the richest sources of sustenance.
In my heart, I still do feel some loyalty to Kirigakure, and I wonder whether they can be persuaded to take me back. Perhaps they'll even admire my new strength and welcome me with open arms. I'm waiting, though. Giving that time. There's so much yet to be learned about my new state, which Naibu and I simply call the Oni-Otoko - the Demon-Man. Simple enough, but functional and true. We're discovering things which neither of us could do independently, so the Preservation Jutsu apparently furthered Naibu's demonic essence.
The best part of it all? I can still exercise my violence, only now, there's a kind of amusement about it. Some fool stabs me with a knife and looks completely puzzled as it fails to kill me. How could someone survive a blade to the heart? It never gets old.
Skills And Abilities
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
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| Wicked Blaze | C-Rank | This jutsu allows Satoshi to manifests a ball of corrupt, black chakra resembling flames, which he can then hurl at a target. It explodes on impact, risking splash damage to all living beings within range. |
| Chakra Physical | D-Rank | Using his mastery of his corrupt chakra, Satoshi sends it pulsing through his limbs, causing the force behind his blows to be much greater than is natural. |
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
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| Demon Chakra Hide | D-Rank | The demonic half sheds chakra over the flesh of the host, which then clings like a flickering, thin film of black energy. This power blunts the force behind many kinds of attacks wielded against the oni-otoko. |
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
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| Tree Walking | X-Rank | The ability to walk on sheer surfaces, such as trees, walls, mountainsides, and even upside down. |
| Water Walking | X-Rank | The ability to walk on water and other liquid surfaces. |
| False Immortality | X-Rank | Through use of the Preservation Jutsu, the human Satoshi and the demon Naibu have become one, granting them immortality as a new kind of being. |
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
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| Basic Chakra Taijutsu | X-Rank | A style focused around utilizing chakra - corrupt chakra, in Satoshi's case - to place additional strength behind one's blows. |
| Demon-Man Ninjutsu | X-Rank | A collection of mystical abilities born from the fusion of demon and man via the Preservation Jutsu. It employs corrupt chakra in various forms, from 'fireballs' of black chakra to protective shields and beyond. |
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Demonic Glory - SMT Strange Journey (Law)
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