| Uchiha Shinji | |
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| Birthplace | Konohagakure |
| Birthdate | 05/17/02 BF |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 15 |
| Height | 5'10" |
| Weight | 150lbs |
| Blood Type | B- |
| Areas of Expertise | Elemental Kenjutsu, Fire Manipulation, former Genjutsu Specialist |
| Clan | Missing-Nin/Uchiha (half-blooded Uchiha/Inuzuka) |
| Affiliation | None/Formerly Konohagakure |
| Team | None |
| Rank | |
| Ninja Rank | Chuunin |
| Genin-Equivalent Age | 10 |
| Chuunin-Equivalent Age | 12 |
| Nature Type | |
| Element (Affinity) | Fire |
| Element (Secondary) | N/A |
| Family | |
| Father | Inuzuka Daiki |
| Mother | Uchiha Akimi |
| Half-Brother (Deceased) | Inuzuka Takeo |
| Signature Jutsu | |
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| Blaze of Hatred Kenjutsu |
Background
Born fourteen years ago, Uchiha Shinji was the bastard child of Akimi Uchiha and Inuzuka Daiki. His father never took credit for fathering the child and left his mother to care for him alone. As a result, Shinji was brought up as Uchiha, which was convenient given his prominently Uchiha genetics. The clan chose to accept him, rather than reject him, and many doted over the boy when his mother was too busy to handle him. They were responsible for his earliest teachings, and in their opinion, they saw potential in the lad.
Still in his early years of life, Shinji's Inuzuka traits became more prominent. He lacked their Kekkei Genkai and tattoos, but he had the claws and fangs. This was very confusing for him as a boy, and a subject others avoided until they could do so no longer. There came a point when Shinji was old enough to demand answers about his heritage. Who had he come from, and where had they gone? What was he, truly? It was then that his mother confessed that he would likely never meet his father, but that he had many relatives in the Inuzuka clan, including a half-brother named Inuzuka Takeo.
Shinji knew the name Takeo. He was a skilled Chuunin who would become a hero of the village for housing the Three Tails. A sense of abandonment on the Inuzuka half of his blood prompted him to develop a competitive complex, ever attempting to satisfy Uchiha expectations while also endeavoring to catch up with and surpass his half-brother and any other Inuzuka he might become aware of. Fortunately, he eventually went to the Academy at age eight and had some healthy distraction.
Shinji exceeded expectations by adopting his early lessons at the Academy with little effort. As a result, he was selected for the rank of Genin at a mere ten years of age. The events of his life had left him somewhat socially cold, but he was an excellent and loyal young shinobi. Assigned to Team Lotus, he found it to be challenging. His teammates were a med-nin and a sensor, making Shinji the real offensive component of the group. Rather than regarding it as an odd mix, the competitive Uchiha thought it an opportunity to force himself to excel.
Ever the dedicated student, he trained day and night, to an extent some would think to be unhealthy. Although his early development pressed ahead in the category of Fire Manipulation, he actually had a gift for Genjutsu waiting in the wings to be put to use. He did eventually learn to do that, extending his training into the field of Lucid Genjutsu. It was during this time that Shinji also took an interest in the evolution of his eyes, with hopes of developing the Sharingan.
Shinji continued to work alongside Team Lotus for the next two years. He was something of a generalist filling in the gaps left by the other two specialists. Privately, Shinji's complex about his heritage had only grown worse. Any challenge was a worthwhile challenge in that it might put him ahead of Takeo (who he had still never met, on purpose) and other Inuzuka. Difficulty meant that he would be pressed to improve. He was aggressive, a bit brash, daring, and the young ladies found him to be an attractive option for dating. Unfortunately for them, Shinji felt he had no time for such foolishness and gave most such female pursuers the cold shoulder. In that sense, he was *not* like his father or half-brother.
The fact that Shinji had put learning above all else made him seem socially inept, cold, with only a few managing to break through the shell and achieve friendship. However, the young man's Genin years unveiled his potential as a leader when that hardness was turned to good purpose. Leading required loyalty, and loyalty demanded trust. Shinji began to open up just a bit more, and procured the friendship of both his teammates and others. Many were just curious to get a closer look at a mixed-blood Uchiha/Inuzuka, having never seen such a face before. It was something he'd had to learn to tolerate.
Uchiha Shinji once again achieved an above average milestone by earning the rank of Chuunin at age twelve. He was successful in the exams despite a difficult match, in which he mingled Genjutsu with the power of flame jutsu to strike the proverbial killing blow. Impressed with his ingenuity, the higher ranked shinobi have kept the prodigy busy ever since. They want him training younger shinobi - being a 'role model' is difficult for him - and going out on missions, in addition to continuing to study and train. Handled properly, they believed he could one day become something great.
It would be another two years before the monotony of life was broken. Word arrived in Konohagakure that his half-brother, now Takeo-sennin, had perished honorably in the Land of Lightning. It was very unexpected and shattered Shinji's goal of surpassing him. What was there to surpass if the half-brother he'd never met had fallen? He'd never get to throw down the gauntlet. On the other hand, the nobility with which he died changed something in the Uchiha's mind. He became less hateful and more curious about Takeo, as well as his Inuzuka relatives in general. Certainly, many were shinobi of prestige.
Shinji has very gradually begun to reach out to the Inuzuka community since the death of his half-brother. He's decided that he has no desire whatsoever to meet his father, but he does want to know of his brother, cousins, and so on. With his usual social awkwardness, Shinji's begun to break the ice by sparring and studying their jutsu for later discussion. Not exactly the most effective method, but it's a start at something bigger. The Uchiha could not expect him to *not* be curious, but they've emphasized their expectation that he continue to abide by their traditions and ways (which he intends to do).
Personality
There was a time when one could've accurately summed Takeo up as being a committed, loyal ass of a man. He lacked propriety and he was more often than not rough in his manners, but his village could always count on him. That's exactly why he agreed to become Jinchuuriki and carry the Three Tails at a young age, sacrificing ties to many in the process. For a time, he thought that he was bearing a curse for the sake of his people.
That would change. Takeo's views slowly shifted as he got to know Isobu and slowly befriended him, a difficult task. People in the village started to fear him less, one at a time. Through a willingness to do good deeds and consistent respect for Isobu, the world slowly became a brighter place. By the time Takeo became a master Jinchuuriki, he was a happy man at peace with himself and given a purpose in life. Care for the Bijuu he'd mastered and protect the people of Konohagakure who he love.d
Then, the Recluse came. They tortured him for three days before finally managing to rip Isobu away from him, just before the rescue team could stop the process. A surgical miracle saw him join the very short list of living ex-Jinchuuriki, and he regained all of his abilities which didn't require Isobu. However, he retained echoes of his Bijuu in his conduct even then. His Jinchuuriki seals remains on his stomach as a scar, and in his mind, he retains final words from Isobu concerning the path he should next follow with his life.
It would be fair to say that Takeo is not the same person now, and who would be? A colossal part of himself was stolen, taken, torn away from him and a void left behind in his heart and soul. The carefree, free spirited man seemed to disappear in favor of a dismal outlook on things. He concerns himself for the moment primarily with Isobu's last words, perhaps hoping that they will prove to be a salve for his spiritual pain.
| Fun Facts | |
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| Key Traits | Confident, cold, cunning, determined, studious |
| Likes | Training, tea, hot springs, challenges both physical and mental |
| Dislikes | Inuzuka (beginning to change), weakness, lack of determination, cowardice |
| Favourite Food | Potato Korokke |
| Favourite Colour | Competition between black, blue, red, and white |
| Sense of Humour | Dry |
| Pastimes | Training, teaching younger genin (expected of him), leading personally challenging missions, studying others' jutsu |
Appearance
| Brief Description | |
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| Eyes | Black |
| Hair | Ebon Black |
| Skin | Tan |
| Body | Lean; 5'10" tall, 160lbs |
| Upper Body Clothing | Protective mesh shirt, black and blue kimono with Uchiha heraldry |
| Lower Body Clothing | Loose black trousers |
| Feet | Open-toed sandals |
| Equipment | Kunai, short sword, protective bandaging |
| Tattoos | None |
Standing at five feet and ten inches in height, this youth is rather tall for his apparent age, which couldn't readily estimate to be any greater than his early teens. What's far more obvious is the fact that he is of mixed lineage. A structure of lean muscle is stretched across the framework of his bones, with a sheaf of flesh with a naturally light tan overlaid upon that. Said flesh has its old nicks and scars since healed over, revealing an early legacy of dangers faced and somehow overcome. His is not a physique of impressive size, but he does appear to be quite hale, with his proportions simply a result of the genetic lottery. Speaking of genetics, one comes back to his mixed lineage when further considering his body. His fingers end in what appear to be natural claws, with thickened fingernails narrowing to defined points.
It's about the head that things become truly interesting. By all accounts, he would appear to be a human of ordinary make at first glance. His eyes are somewhat unusual in that the black irises and sclera blend together into a pair of completely dark circles, but they do go quite nicely with his ebon hair, which he wears long and cinched into a ponytail. Things get a little more unusual beneath his straight nose, for when his lips part, a pair of enlarged canines are revealed. Those in the know would perhaps think him to be a blend of Inuzuka and something else, between his fingers, his teeth, and the color of his eyes and hair.
Attire appears to be appropriate to that of a shinobi, with some cultural devotion thrown in. He wears a mesh shirt at the base as a protective measure, and over that, a loose and high-collared kimono fashioned from black and blue cloth. The back of it is embroidered with heraldry, a red and white fan. His lower abdomen is wrapped with additional protective bandaging, after which his pair of loose black trousers are drawn over his lower half. They also bear red and white adornments in the vein of the kimono, this time in the form of thinly depicted, abstract crimson clouds. Sandals suffice for his feet, their leather straps crisscrossing their way up his shins so as to keep them firmly secured.
Relationships
| Name | Relationship | Notes |
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| Inuzuka Daiki | Absent Father | Daiki is Shinji's real father, and mutual father of Inuzuka Takeo (and who knows who else). His absence and perceived abandonment of himself and his mother caused Shinji to develop a competitive complex and dislike of his Inuzuka side. Only the noble death of his half-brother would change that, but to this day, Shinji has no interest in meeting his father. He'd rather retain father figures than pursue the real thing. |
| Inuzuka Takeo | Deceased Half-Brother | There was a time when, as someone who detested his Inuzuka side, Shinji targeted his half-brother as a point of competition. Every effort at improvement was aimed at surpassing his brother, who had achieved some measure of fame and respect as a Chuunin and then Jinchuuriki. He'd intended to one day throw down the gauntlet and challenge him, only for him to die in the Land of Lightning while protecting his supposed daughter. Shinji was left without his competitor, but it changed him in ways one might not expect. He became less angry toward the Inuzuka and more curious about them and his brother. |
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| Team Lotus | Former Team | Prior to his promotion to Chuunin, Shinji belonged to Team Lotus for two years. His teammates were a med-nin and a senor, an unusually specialized pair which forced him to fill in as both a generalist and offensive specialist. He nevertheless faced many challenges alongside them, learned much, and eventually became a leader who'd opened up enough to earn their friendship. He checks in on them from time to time, but he will probably be headed for a new team. |
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Ninja Journal
Ever since I was a young boy, I remember people staring at me. The Uchiha clan cared for me, with many even watching over me when my mother was busy, but it was obvious that something about me wasn't quite right to them. It was only later in life that I came to realize the truth. Although I was genetically Uchiha, at least in the dominant sense, part of me was Inuzuka. My father's half. The one who abandoned me, and whose kin abandoned me in turn.
I have devoted myself to the honorable ways of the Uchiha, ignoring the fact that I have claws in fangs, while taking pride in the eyes of those who have truly been my family. They have taken care to teach me our familial traditions and to even begin setting me down the path of training. Some of the older Uchiha shinobi think that there is great potential locked away within me, and that my devotion to utilizing it is the key to that lock. I've committed myself to living up to their expectations, and at the same time, to dominating my Inuzuka half - including my supposed half-brother, Inuzuka Takeo. It bothers me that mother speaks of him with such praise.
Eight years of age. That's when the Academy decided that it had watched me demonstrate the talents my family had taught me, and decided that they'd take me at as a young student. I was pleased that they had set aside my age to notice my hard work, and pleased that what I would learn there might help me to surpass Takeo and the Inuzuka. All of that aside, to be a shinobi of the Leaf is a very honorable and respectable path in life. Worthy of an Uchiha.
I was very proud with my developments at the Academy. I learned to use the Great Fireball Technique, which is a rite of passage among my clansmen. Now, I will be considered a man and a skilled ninjutsuist, particularly to have mastered the technique at my age. It was also during my time as a student that I began to study the Lucid Genjutsu style. It was felt by my teachers, and by myself in due in time, that I had a previously unforeseen gift for Genjutsu. I'm interested in continuing to learn, and intend to do so.
Even with my self-confidence, it was a surprising honor to learn that I would graduate as a student and attain the rank of Genin at only ten years of age. Nevermind that my classmates didn't offer much congratulations, I suppose. Some have whispered that they find me cold and distant, and perhaps I am. Aren't we here to learn a difficult path in life, rather than to gossip and be popular?
I was pleased to leave the Academy behind and be assigned to a team, so that I could get actual field experience in. The fact is, I was probably ready for that a year ago; too many of my peers waste good training time on gossip and nonsense. My team will pose a challenge, which is so much the better. Difficulty means advancement, and advancement means pleasing my clan and shaming the Inuzuka all at once. My partners are a med-nin and a sensor. It's not so uncommon to have a med-nin, but the sensor unbalances things. I have to make up for the gap by being a generalist and the offensive specialist both.
We spent two years together, and I learned a great deal in that time. Our supervising Chuunin advised me that I was the true head of Team Lotus, but I hadn't yet realized it because of my mentality. If I would open up a bit and gain their trust, I would have their loyalty, and that would make us a whole team functioning at its peak. It was very hard for me to open up at all, to expose my inner self to another person not of my clan, but I dared to try. Slowly, I found that I had friends within and outside of my team. We began to function more efficiently alongside each other, and my suggestions became directives for my partners. It felt right.
Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised when my success as a leader and continuing advancement as a shinobi resulted in another early merit. When the Chuunin Exams came along, I elected to participate at an early age with the reluctant permission of my sensei. Through a combination of my Genjutsu and manipulation of flame, I downed an admittedly challenging opponent and won the right to my rank at age twelve. I was among the very young to have attained my rank, and it was the product of hard work others had failed to commit themselves to.
Two years after I became Chuunin, everything changed. I'd spent most of my life devoting myself to training to please the Uchiha, and to overcome the Inuzuka, my half-brother in particular. It all went to pieces when word arrived in Konohagakure that Inuzuka Takeo had died in the Land of Lightning. Apparently, it was a noble death in defense of the country and a girl who may be his daughter - my niece. Suddenly, I began to consider whether I had let my father's dishonorable conduct unfairly color my views of my brother and the Inuzuka. How could someone who died so honorably, exiled under mysterious circumstances, be unworthy of any respect?
I continue to train with aspirations of becoming Jounin, and of evolving the Sharingan and other things traditional to my dominant bloodline. However, I've begun to try and atone for my judgmental conduct. I reach out to the Inuzuka, particularly those I know to be my relatives, to try and learn more about them. Offers of spars, requests to observe their jutsu. I've never been particularly good at making friends at random, so how much can one expect? I am, at least, trying. I also plan to confront both the Hokage and the Raikage to learn more about my half-brother. His life, his death. Things one would want to know.
It's all changing. I'm not much different from the cold and distant person I've always been, I suppose, but I can try to be open. The girls who pursue me for dates are still an annoyance I try my best to ignore or shoo off, but others who simply want legitimate friendship at least have potential. I have greater goals than immaturity, and I have to stay on my path to attain them. Instead of using hatred for one half of my blood as my drive, my pride as Uchiha and a Leaf shinobi will help me to focus.
I'm not sure of exactly why I did this, but … I joined a team again, led by an Inuzuka, of all people. He could be related to me in some way, for all I know. Am I ready for this kind of close relationship? I'm not really sure, but now I'm bound to it or bound to dishonor if I ditch them. The latter wouldn't please my Uchiha family at all, and it's to them that I owe my cultural and genetic loyalty. Inuzuka team leader it is, then.
The funny part is that I don't really mind Hige at all. I should, if you consider my past feelings about Inuzuka, but maybe my efforts to change those views are finding purchase. He's a good leader, he's smart, he puts up with my way of thinking, and he's experienced. You can't ask for much more than that in a team leader, right? Not that I'm giving up my ambitions and deciding to rest while he does all of the hard work, of course. I continue to train as hard as I can, if for no other reason than to match Hige now that Takeo's passed.
It tires me to hear from him, and others, of how great Takeo was. They don't seem to grasp that I'm such a cynical piss because of exactly that: working so hard, but never being recognized because I lived in Takeo's shadow. The bastard who always comes second. Whatever, really. I'll continue on, and there'll come a day when I'm recognized for my efforts. Service with a team is a necessary part of that.
The Raikage of Kumogakure, Yotsuki Hiei, came to visit Konohagakure and we happened to cross paths. I can't say it was the most pleasant of experiences, or that I - or he, for that matter - conducted myself in the best fashion. He got a good look at me and recognized, to his apparent surprise, my uncanny resemblance to Takeo. At least someone recognized that the man had a brother, but it wasn't long before the Raikage and I were feuding. He had the gall to say that it was a pity I was part Uchiha, and I shot back that he was an opportunist who only took Takeo in because he wanted his power. The gauntlet was thrown down for a challenge.
I was ready and willing to fight the man, knowing I'd lose but also realizing it would be inexcusable to not defend my blood relations. However, for whatever reason, the fight never came. Hige broke it up initially, and the Raikage and I never crossed paths thereafter. Bigger things to deal with, for all of us. The next time he and I meet each other, though, we're going to settle matters. I don't care that Hige ordered me to speak and make up with the man, not after what he said of my blood. I've had enough of the powerful looking down upon me as some sort of mongrel.
Maybe keeping a journal is a cursed thing to do, or something. No sooner do I say that the Raikage and I will fight if we cross paths again, that Hige announces we're going on an extended journey to Kumogakure. Did I mention that Kajiru's insane? Maybe it's that animal part of her, I don't know. Then again, I've got an animistic side of a sort and I still conduct myself like a human. Oh, well. Not the biggest deal here.
I have to admit that Kumogakure itself is a pleasant place to visit. It's obvious enough why Takeo favored the village for his vacations afar. We were put up in a nice ryokan - my room had its own private hot spring - and treated to the various cultural differences in the village. It was deemed a good opportunity for us to learn as a new team while at the same time taking in the differences of our own village's closest ally. I'm particularly impressed by how much many of the clans here value honor and tradition, much like the Uchiha do. I can understand them, which means I can fight along them, assuming they can tolerate my attitude.
We'll be staying here for a while. I hope to learn more, to see more. There may even be an opportunity for service alongside the Kumogakure shinobi, as Hige's placed us at the Raikage's service for the duration of our visit.
We did have that opportunity to serve alongside the Kumogakure shinobi, after all, though the circumstances were less than pleasant. An emergency signal summoned us to the gates, where we were informed that one of Kumogakure's outlying merchant villages was under attack. They've had a lot of problems with that lately, I've heard, but I thought that we might make a difference. The only thing working against us was the night's darkness, or so I thought.
I've been training with my Sharingan for a while, and that night, my sight was bothering me quite a bit. It seemed to fluctuate between blurry and supremely keen on the way to the village until, at last, I realized what was happening upon the conclusion of the metamorphosis. Maybe it was because I was riding the same horse as the Raikage and soaked up some of his power? Maybe it was my training? I don't know why, but my third tomoe emerged and I produced a mature Sharingan at fourteen years. Still keeping apace with my goal of staying ahead and defying Takeo's records.
My new eyes proved to be of benefit, as they could easily see through the darkness and pick out the nature of the threat to the village. Small pockets of bandits throughout, as if they'd divided to outnumber yet carefully separate the locals. As Hiei and I - we made up and came to a first name business during all this - made for the heart of the village and the attack's leader, we crossed their strategist. A rogue Uchiha who probably never lived among us, but bore two tomoe and no honor. Hiei left him to me, and I made my choices. After my genjutsu grounded him and he refused to even identify himself, I put a kunai through his head to end the threat of him steering the fighting any further. He'd trapped his body, which exploded along with several other corpses, but our side ultimately won the day when the Raikage overcame the Watanabe dragon leading it all.
Between then and our return to Kumogakure, I've trained quite a bit and learned to harness my matured Sharingan well. I decided that it was time for me to take greater responsibility, so I've asked the head of the Academy - another Inuzuka relation - to sponsor me for the rank of Tokubetsu Jounin. Specialty in genjutsu, of course. He agreed to do it, so long as I went on a mission with him and displayed that I had the qualities necessary for the rank. I'm up for the challenge, and waiting for his call to carry it out.
Have you ever seen a truth no one else could see? Something so horrible, you could hardly look away, yet others would call you mad for thinking it so? That's what happened to me. That's what changed everything.
Given my recent successes, I requested that Kaido-sama consider sponsoring me for the rank of Tokubetsu. I more than met the aptitude requirements and, following a personal trial set forth by him, I'd even satisfied his wants. It seemed like I'd soon be teaching my peers of Genjutsu and bettering the village for it. Instead, the Hokage threw some nonsense at me and simply denied the promotion. I was deemed fit by the head of the Academy, the man who trains all shinobi to be shinobi, and Daisuke thinks I'm unfit.
That's what started it all. The disloyal thoughts. My brother, long a master Jinchuuriki and a Sage thereafter, had left believing the Hokage was insane. I thought that he himself was insane for suggesting it, but after noting his judgement and the strange reasoning behind it … Questions arose. The personal insult aside, it simply made no sense and was ultimately a detriment to the village's power and safety. Why would he not want a specialist passing along his knowledge?
It seeped into my mind slowly but with certainty. Maybe Takeo had been right. Perhaps brother had perceived the truth back then, while the rest of us were content to remain indoctrinated in a system the village had long maintained. It's going to take me some time to process these feelings, to determine whether I'm reacting emotionally to a bad turn or if I've actually uncovered a serious issue. It nags at me …
After more thinking than I could possibly describe, I addressed the matter of my possibly leaving the village to Kurome-sama. She seemed to understand, and perhaps she didn't even fully disagree with what I perceived.
In further considering the Hokage's madness - I feel it's just so - and the manner in which our people are treated in particular, I had seen horrifying truths. He wanted control of the Sharingan. That was why my advancement had to be slowed, why our people can never leave, why even retirees can't venture beyond the walls. All of us, sources of power for our eyes alone. How could I murder for a man who was participating in my enslavement for no better reason than the power of my blood? Oh, dress it up, but a gilded cage is still a cage for my entire culture.
No, I couldn't do it. That's why I spoke to Kurome-same about possibly leaving the village. I'd divised a system whereby I'd proposed to the Hokage that I'd accept the Hyuga curse mark and connect it to seals I could trigger myself, thereby all but certainly guaranteeing their safety. I'd offered to retire, only to be told that it would be granted, but I would never leave the walls and see the wide world again. Still a prisoner. In every other case, what Daisuke hungered for was much of the same: death, death, death.
I wanted Kurome's help, and I could see that she knew what I knew. However, in the end, she elected to remain loyal to the Hokage. I was told that if I should run, she intended to send an Uchiha hunter after me at the same time as the Hokage's promised killer. As a strategist, I was willing to play evasion on one front, but not two. All hope seemed to be lost now, and I showed Kurome out of my house while assuring her that I would stay.
Would I? Could I, honestly? I'd always been the overly dedicated achiever, the one craving the village's recognition, and now I was looking to make myself its enemy. My cause was just, to seek freedom and return one day to grant it to others, but they wouldn't see it that way. What to do.
It was like a splinter in my mind, knowing that I was acting and killing for a madman, and that the village I lived in was little more than a slice of land set aside to appease the Uchiha. They were cattle for the production of Sharingan, and in return, they were given happy lives. At what cost to them? I doubt the thought even crossed the Hokage's mind, much less his lips. That was why I simply couldn't stay on any longer and lend my knowledge to Daisuke's causes.
One night, I placed the guards at a less seen exit under a blissful genjutsu and left them with a letter. In it, I stated my belief that Konohagakure was a slave village for the Uchiha, that this should be questioned and held to account. However, I also said that I intended to harm no one in my flight and maintained pacifistic tactics from there. After I came to a waterfall I was familiar with, I stopped and waited. What was the point of carrying on with unfinished business following behind? No matter where I went, Daisuke's killer would pursue. Perhaps Kurome's, as well.
Something within the masked ANBU's voice was familiar, and if he was so powerful as perceived, then surely he had worked with the village for some time. I appealed to his better half, and despite claims that he wanted to become a better and kinder Hokage, he was willing to stain his hands with evil deeds. Everything in my power was done to avoid that, up to and including using Takeo's image to challenge him as to the right or wrong of what he was about to do. That, in particular, seemed to make him stumble.
In the end, it came to blows. Such is always the way of things with men who desire power; this one would be no different from any other Hokage. I was brutalized until I was unconscious, my eyes were pried out, and I was left with only a kunai to use for suicide if I so chose. So thoughtful, that assassin. Apparently, I did get through just enough that he couldn't follow through with the entire deed on his own. The expectation was that I would likely die there, but I didn't.
They could take the Sharingan, but not the sights it had burned into my memory. I knew where I was and, by the feel of landmarks, which way would take me in which direction. A long journey later, nearly dead and aided only by a makeshift walking staff, I was found at the border of the Land of Rivers and taken in by their hospital. They nurse my wounds now, and have brought me back from the brink.
The Land of Rivers was a welcome respite, but there came a point when I was quite well and felt it was time to move on. I was still a missing-nin, even without my eyes, and it was important to move around every so often. Before long, rumors would spread of the young man who had come in savaged and stripped of his eyes. However, prior to leaving, I did toss away the rags that were my Uchiha garb and replace them with new trappings. I've grown rather fond of a long-stemmed pipe and the herbs I smoke, as only they numb the pain of slivers in my eye sockets. Returning home for my eyes could do the same, but I would sooner suffer.
That's a line of thinking I've embraced a great deal over the past many weeks. Everything from anger to uncaring defiance. When I tried to abandon the past, my hatred for what was done to me - and for those who abandoned me to that fate - only pushed back harder. It began to seep forth from within my spiritual wounds like a viscous, red lava, but it didn't pain me. To the contrary, that manifestion of hatred felt perfectly right. I was right to be angry. I was right to be filled with hatred and wrath. What was done to me for trying to save my people was inexcusible. I found ways to use that spiritual wound, birthing something entirely new and powerful from the depths of despair, and it opens many doors briefly closed to me.
I have wandered since leaving the Land of Rivers, searching for a place to belong. I've no want to spent the rest of my days as a brigand or trash forced to move from place to place to scrape together nourishment. Even as I've found my new identity, I have also found a fresh want for belonging which is overpowering. I could go back to Konohagakure, obviously unacceptable, or I could think unconventionally. It was around when I arrived at Fuuma Alley that I began to do that unconventional thinking. Here was an oportunity among opportunities, if I had the strength …
In the interim, a message I had sent to Kurome requesting the return of one of my Sharingan was replied to, but she denied me. I was no longer worthy. Since when does any man decide whether you are worthy of the eyes you were born with? That aside, she went on with nonsense accusations about my abandoning the clan - an irony, considering I fled *for* the clan - and that I would have to prove my worth as a genjutsuist without my eyes first. She's just as much a thrall of Daisuke as the rest of them, unfortunately. I will not prove to anyone that I am worthy of having my own eyes. Let her rebellion go forth without me as a symbol of it.
I will have a land of my own, and when I do, I will make it truly free. The chains which bind in other cities shall be broken, and anyone may come and go as they please. People will profit by their efforts and merits, not by my judgement of them as people. I've already found just the place to make it happen, a place of industry. Perhaps it's just a fantasy in the moment and will soon pass, but possibility tugs at me.
Skills And Abilities
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
|---|---|---|
| Asphyxiation | D-Rank | This illusion causes the target to believe that the air is becoming unbreathable no matter where they move, and they are slowly suffocating for almost a minute. |
| Blood Boil | C-Rank | A genjutsu aimed at torturing its target. The feeling is similar to warm venom spreading through one's veins. After a few seconds, those veins become visible to the target, starting to bubble up all over the body coupled with a wracking burn. The sensation is as though one's veins are bursting and the blood is boiling as it spills forth. The pain is immense, and the visual aspect only makes it more real. |
| Fire Bullet Barrage | D-Rank | The ninjutsuist makes appropriate hand signs before bringing a hand to his mouth and inhaling. The flames ignite in waves as the user spits out the chakra within their mouth. Rather than a stream of fire, raw damage is sacrificed for accuracy thanks to the density and speed of the flame bullets. |
| Great Fireball Technique | C-Rank | A characteristic jutsu of the Uchiha clan, originating from their bloodline and remaining a coming of age tecnique for them. Chakra kneaded within the body is converted into fire, and expelled from the mouth in a large orb or wave of roaring flames. The scope of the attack is altered by controlling the volume of chakra which is mustered. Released flames are so hot as to leave a small crater where they strike. The fireball is normally blown through a ring made by the thumb and index finger of the user. |
| Kuppuku | D-Rank | Kuppuku, or the Submission Technique, is a silent command that forces a target to their knees in helpless submission or fear via Genjutsu. |
| Mirror Heaven and Earth Change | B-Rank | This application of the fully matured Sharingan decrypts a Genjutsu applied to its bearer, and then he casts back a technique with identical effects to his opponent. Illusion reversal, essentially, with some additional applications. |
| Sharingan Hypnosis | B-Rank | Only possible with a complete Sharingan, this hypnosis may cause the victim to see, hear, and feel things which do not actually exist. Sights and sounds are simplest to create, whereas touch is rudimentary. The Hypnosis has many creative applications for a user with a creative, tactical mind, and is a more advanced display of an Uchiha's power. |
| Submission Aura | C-Rank | Anyone a Genjutsu Link has been established with will feel a crushing aura emanating from the user of this technique. If they fall victim to it, their body will collapse to the ground no matter how hard they struggle, leaving them completely prone and helpless for several moments. |
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
|---|---|---|
| Fade | D-Rank | Using a connection to the victim's chakra network, the ninja who casts this Genjutsu can make the opponent seem to have vanished somehow. The exact visual effect varies, but it conceals the shinobi for long enough to let him dodge an attack. |
| Fade-II | C-Rank | This improvement upon the basic 'Fade' Genjutsu extends its duration. Like the original, the user seems to displace the location of his body in the enemy's eyes by fading out of existence in response to an attack and then reappearing elsewhere. However, the improved version allows one to effectively 'turn invisible' to an opponent until a harmful attack is made. Attacking the victim causes the caster to become visible once more. |
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
|---|---|---|
| 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. |
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
|---|---|---|
| Fire Manipulation | X-Rank | Knowledge of Fire Style ninjutsu and its use. |
| Sharingan Genjutsu | X-Rank | A style of genjutsu which utilizes the Uchiha Kekkei Genkai, Sharingan, to perform genjutsu. It can be utilized in the casting of both general genjutsu and techniques specific to the style. Once the user achieves a Sharingan of three tomoe, he can use an aspect of the style called the Sharingan Link to cast Genjutsu via eye contact alone. |
| Name | Rank | Brief Description |
|---|---|---|
| Sharingan-I | C-Rank | The initial presentation of the Sharingan, which turns its bearers eyes red and conveys unto them one tomoe each. The Eye of Sight detects subtle details, allowing the user to read lips or mimic advanced motor skills. |
| Sharingan-II | B-Rank | The second evolution of the Sharingan, conveying two tomoe per eye. The Eye of Hypnotism allows the user to see the flow of chakra in another and discern whether they are under a Genjutsu. The second ability is an incredible clarity of perception which grants the Sharingan user predictive knowledge of others' incoming techniques. The final ability allows the user to memorize any non-Kekkei Genkai technique witnessed with near-perfect accuracy. They can then copy the technique, modify it, or use it to create something original. |
| Sharingan-III | A-Rank | The third tomoe marks the fully mature Sharingan. The Eye of Outcome allows even greater predictive visual faculties, allowing attacks to be seen before they even complete. Furthermore, at this stage, the Sharingan can break others out of Genjutsu. Perhaps most menacing is the fact that the user no longer needs hand gestures to cast illusions, merely to make eye contact while the Sharingan is active. |
| Sharingan-III-Mastered | D-Rank | This transformation largely fell into disuse after the Clan Wars and was forgotten, as the Uchiha no longer needed to constantly maintain their Sharingan at all times. However, some individuals do still know of this approach and even hold to the old tradition of keeping their Sharingan active. That said, there are drawbacks. Only someone with a fully matured Sharingan of three tomoe can use the technique, and much less chakra is channeled into the eyes - thus making this version of the Kekkei Genkai much less powerful. |
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