Post by Gekisen on Nov 26, 2006 1:14:47 GMT -5
Name: Kurourufu, Gekisen
Age: 14 (Approaching 15)
Birth Date: June 25
Rank: Academy Student
Village: Konoha
Appearance:
Personality: Self-confident, out-going, and not afraid to assert herself (in certain situations). Gekisen isn’t too easy to make mad, but it isn’t hard. If you make her mad, you make her really mad. Gekisen is also very eager to go into battles and prove her worth and skill.
History: Gekisen was born to two Jounin. Her birth was not made public by any means, and few even knew of her existence. At a young age, her parents started assessing her skill and what skills she would be adept with. Her father was a member of the scattered Kurourufu clan, their history not being known to any, not even of their clan. Only the oldest members knew somethings about the ancient clan, with the insignia of the Black Wolf. Her mother, an Inuzuka, had the canine companion Hanami, the female setter, and tried to find which clan was stronger in her blood. It seemed it was even. But she didn't think she would carry on the Inuzuka legend.
At the age of 2, she reached out for the hilt of her father’s katana and nearly wrestled it from its sheath. Her parents, awestruck, decided that maybe it would be best to train her in this art- the art of swordsmanship. At the age of three, she was exploring the new world opened to her with enthusiasm and excitement. It was all so much to take in. And most of all, she spent time running her hands along her father’s Katana, the Naien. The Katana always glowed red, her father having a special affiliation with fire. The blade was always radiated steady, comfortable warmth whenever her fingers fell upon it, and her father tried many times to get this reaction with a single touch, but would not. His daughter had a special tie with the blade. It responded to her, and only to her.
When she was soon to be four, she had begun her training already, the Katana being her main obsession. Most of the day, she was seen with it, wielding it about as if she had been born with it in her grasp. When her father left for his missions, she could feel the blade leave, like a part of her had gone with it. One night, she felt such fear and worry that she thought her heart might burst. Her father returned home to tell of a near death encounter, the blade the only thing preventing his death. She touched the blade, knowing it was Naien that had warned her.
She improved everyday with Naien, able to strike down many older than her with her skill. The blade had a bond with her. It was as if the blade directed her hand, and she had no part in it. Before a spar, she could have sworn she felt the Naien’s eagerness to win, to fight with all of her skill and strength. To her, the Naien was not a sword. It was a companion. Her other skills were not lacking, but didn’t mean much compared to the Katana. Even though it was her father’s, she felt just the same, as if it were hers. And whenever she did note that it was her father’s, she felt feelings of defiance and refusal rise up. No. The sword was hers.
Her basic skills progressed normally, but her skill with the Katana was (as her father called it) amazing. She shifted through her battles like with grace, many people coming just to see her dance. The red blade flashing so quickly, delicate twists and trust, red hair following her like ribbons in the air… It was hard to watch and not call it beautiful. At the age of five, many people were suggesting she go on to the academy already. And her father was seriously considering this. He told her that they would wait a few more years. She didn’t mind. More time with her Katana. Because she knew that bringing it to the academy was nigh on impossible, and the sad parting might be too much to bear. She would feel half blind without the Naien to guide her.
The next two years were spent cramming every moment she could into training with the sword. Her skills advanced. Men would walk buy and watch the child, and in their first glance state ‘That child is going to be amazing with the sword. Just you wait.’ She had gone from nonexistent to one of the most popular figures in her side of the village. She took pride in her skill, and used its advantages to their fullest.
Only a few scant weeks before her fourteenth birthday, she had been sitting in the dark, stroking the Naien with love. Her sword had become a part of her now… It was like a third limb. She would have to express to her father her greatest desire, to keep the word with her, and show him that she was nothing without it. But the comforting warmth of the sword turned to burning hot. Grabbing the hilt and yanking it from her skin, she looked around furiously. Something was wrong. She ran to her parents’ room, bursting through the door. But the sight that met her eyes made her mind race. She nearly fell over. Her parents were already in the floor, blood covering them both. She shook her head. It couldn’t be. Rushing to her father’s side, she desperately hoped for some chance to save them. He was still breathing, but barely. Looking at her, he attempted to smile weakly, his hand cupping her cheek. “I was careless…” he muttered, blood trickling from his mouth. “I wasn’t listening. I was too deeply lost in my thoughts.” Gekisen was trying to hold tears back. “Don’t speak like that. You were fine. You are going to be okay…” Her eyes closed, and she held them shut tight. “Okay…” “Don’t talk nonsense. You and I both know what is coming. We must part ways. After I am dead, you must flee. Run as fast as you can to the woods.” His hand removed a scroll from a pouch on his leg. It was a little larger than normal. Her hand, gripping the hilt of the Naien, trembled violently. The blade, as if trying to comfort her, warmed steadily, running through out her body. She opened her eyes. Her father was looking at the blade. “The Naien and you… have a very special tie. I should have realized it sooner, but it cannot be broken. I was just so desperate to hold on to my precious sword, I… Never mind. Hold its blade within my reach.” She did as she was told, and taking his own blood, he painted symbols along its blade. “They will fade eventually, but now I have forever declared that the blade is yours and no other’s. Now only you shall wield it to its full potential. You always have.” She smiled once more, hugging her, and then gave one last meaningful stroke along the blade of the Naien.
It was in her arms that he died.
Taking her blade, and as many other weapons as she could manage, she fled the house, running for the woods. She had to escape whatever had killed her parents. Ominous, menacing forms moved in the shadows. She didn’t dare looked back to see if she was being pursued. She just had to get there. The blade’s temperature rose, and her speed quickened, no matter how tired she was. She burst through the line of trees, into the forest, and ran for a long amount of time. She couldn’t count how long she had been running. Only that it had been much longer than she should have been able to. Shaking with exhaustion, she collapsed in a pile of brush, falling unconscious.
The next sensation she new was the felling of thick fur brushing her skin, and warm sunlight. For a moment all was forgotten. She was happy to enjoy the peace and warmth of this moment. The Naien was cradled in her arms, and she was happy. But one singled image forced her to wake up- her dying father. She sat up very suddenly, the speed of it making her vision shift for a moment. She was still weak. Fur still tickled her back, and she whirled around. A black wolf, larger than any normal animal she had ever seen, sat before her, a calm, knowing look in his eyes. She was barely the size of his head. He was amazing… For a moment, she could only stare with wide eyes at him, and how incredibly large he was. But he curled his upper lip, and for a moment she gaped at his teeth, but realized that may have been a sign to stop staring so open-mouthed like. She shut her mouth, and tried to regulate her breathing. Her mind refused to think about the death of her parents. A wolf large enough to swallow her without even thinking wasn’t even a foot away from her. His bare teeth were covered, and his eyes closed, an amused snort escaping him.
-You fell unconscious in the forest. I walked beside you and lay here for many hours. It took you long enough to wake up.-
It took Gekisen a moment to process that this giant beast was talking before she had the mind to murmur an apology. But she was still in shock. The great wolf opened its jaws to an impossible length in a yawn, and then rose. She craned her neck to see his face.
-Come. We shall talk after dinner.-
Gekisen frowned. Dinner early in the morning… Well, as long as it was food.
She was told to sit in a clearing after a few minutes of waiting, and the black giant returned with a huge male buck in his mouth, and a hare dangling from his gaping jaws as well. This wolf must have eaten all of the time. It seemed as if the smaller fresh kill was for her, and the buck was for himself, alone. She questioned how the forest could provide enough food for one so large who consumed such great amounts. After skinning and peeling her own share, she performed hand signs necessary for a Fire jutsu, and a pile of wood sparked into flames. The wolf glanced at it, and then began grooming himself. Her meal was cooked in a short few minutes, and consumed in even less. After they both finished what they were attending to, they sat for a few moments, silence stretching between them. Finally, the girl decided to break the silence. “I am Gekisen.” The wolf looked up, as if surprised by her voice, and then appeared thoughtful.
-I am called Ichamaru.-
Gekisen nodded. “You are… amazingly large.” Ichamaru let out a loud noise that emitted from his mouth like a roar, something like laughter. Once it had ceased, Gekisen gazed at him with wide eyes, and then glanced away, shaking her head.
-Tell me how you have come into my forest.-
Without waiting, she burst into the tale of her life. She was afraid she might have bored the wolf, but soon she didn’t care. It seemed as if hours passed before she finished, and the wolf gazed at her. Tears threatened to escape her eyes, and she was afraid of crying in front of the magnificent beast. Ichamaru waited a moment before speaking.
-Show me this scroll your father gave you.-
Immediately, she dug it from her leg holster and handed it over, opening it carefully for him. He gazed at it for a long while before looking up to her.
-This scroll is supposed to signify a pack made between our families many years ago. This would explain why I was drawn to you. The binding has not weakened.-
She blinked. “But what does that mean?”
-It means that you and I are partners, the only surviving ones of our families. We are bound by laws that run deeper than any man- or wolf- could comprehend.-
She noted that he was the last one left of his family, but did not question it.
-You must progress in your studies.- Looking at the scroll again, he nodded. Apparently, he was having a debate with himself. It lasted a few moments before he looked to her again.
-I shall be your Nin-ken, ninja companion. We will complete these exams together.-
She felt excited and frightened all at once. “But will they accept that? Will they let me have you in all of my battles and tests?”
-If they do object, I shall teach them the law that binds the two of us with tooth and claw. Then they will allow it.-
Gulping, she nodded, and looked down at her feet, thinking about this wolf. So he was her companion… Now they would fight along side one another. It was new… It was scary. She had never been in the world without her parents. They had always been there. But Naien glowed comfortingly at her side, and she gripped the sword’s hilt, feeling the bond of companionship stronger than ever. Now the bonds of ownership and other laws were freed. Now there nothing between the two. She was ready. That night, she had slept cradled in Ichamaru’s immense arms, backing further into his black fur. And before falling asleep, she opened her eyes. “Ichamaru?”
-What is it?-
“I just realized… Were not the only ones left in our family.” Stroking him gently, she cushioned her head on his fore-leg. “We have eachother.” The wolf appeared to ponder this, and nodded, shifting so the girl could better lay on his fore-leg.
-Of course. Now sleep Gekisen. Tomorrow, the Konoha Ninja academy awaits.-
And it did.
(Stopped a few weeks before the present.)
Learned Jutsu:
Ninjutsu
-"Fire Release: Ash Product Burning"-
-“Dragon Fire Technique”-
-“Fire Release: Phoenix Immortal Fire Technique”-
-“Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Missile”-
-“Man Beast Combination Transformation: Double-Headed Wolf”-
-Isshi Hakka No Jutsu “Finger Ignition Technique”-
Taijutsu
-Hayabusa Otoshi “Peregrine Falcon Drop”-
-Suiken “Drunken Fist”-
-Hien “Flying Swallow”-
-Urufu Rendan “Wolfs Barrage”- (Description Below)
-Tsûtenkyaku “Painful Sky Leg”-
-Garôga “Double Wolf Fang”-
-Jûjin Bunshin Rendan “Beast Man Clone Combo”-
-Hien Kusen “Flying Swallow Air Strike”-
-Ikari Gatsûga “Super Double Wolf Fang”-
-Rouga Bassui “Wolf Fang Drill Strike-
Weapons/Items: Kunai, Shruiken, Sebon, Wire, Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, Ichamaru (more of a companion).
The Naien- A few interesting facts about Gekisen’s blade (and, as she calls it, companion). The Naien was an extremely expensive blade, and the founding members of the Kurourufu had begun experimenting to make the perfect blade, seeking ultimate performance. It was crafted of the finest steel in the land, diamonds and other gems laid in a thin layer inside the blade. This was to provide amazing durability needed for the performance sought. Its steel cost a load of money to even get, let alone set it in the blade. Rubies were laid along the outside of the blade, giving it its red glow. The hilt was made of fine leather, strips of it made into a sort of twine to run along it. This leather has not worn out since its many years in use, and hasn’t even weakened. It was said to amplify any Jutsu the user of the katana specialized in, so long as the bond was strong. When the clan was in its prime, none of the clan leaders or council could even half wield it to its true power. One of the elders, who had helped construct the blade, declared that the blade had its own will, its own personality of sorts. It alone would choose its user.
When the clan was dying down so low as not to even be recognized by most clans, the clan leader took the blade and tried to engrave symbols into the blade so it would adknowledge him as its true master. The leader became fiercely ill and died a few days later. The leader’s son declared the blade evil, a bad omen, and declared dishonor on all who had assisted in its planning, to them and their families. However, the clan leader wasn’t even recognized much by many of the clans members, as what used to be a great clan, was dispersing. The word was thrown out and was discovered by a merchant along the road. He recognized the blade instantly, and knew he could earn a pretty penny with it. And so, with his wares and the blade (although he dared not attempt to wield it, in fear of what havoc it might wreak upon him), left to travel to other places to sell his goods.
He came upon a small town on the outskirts of the Leaf Village, and a man was observing his wares. “Have ye’ a fancy for… rare items yur’self, eh?” The man looked up, interested. He was young, maybe 17 or 18. He was handome enough, and looked strong and well toned. The shop keeper inspected him with a watchful eye then nodded. “Aye, I’ll show it to ya then. But if ya don’t like what ya see, then you better not let out one peep about this sword! Ye’ hear?” The boy nodded. “Alrighty, then.” Reaching under his counter (of the store he had decided to rent for the time being), he pulled out an item covered in many layers of fine cloth. “Close the door, lad, and shield the windows. Wouln’t want a little sneaky devil to get their beady little eyes on this, eh?” The boy did as he was told. The merchant carefully unwrapped it, and then lay it so the boy could get a good view. The boy was awestruck by the quality of the hilt… even the sheat was amazing, ruby in-laid designs of creatures from the divine realms. Dragons, gryphons, serpents… many amazing creatures decorated the sheath. And when the shop keeper pulled the blade from the sheath, he gasped, and nearly doubled over himself in awe.
The boy, who had always been a hard worker, earning his money, had no real reason to spend it, as he provided for himself free of charge. So he had a good lifes earnings saved up. And the sword was worth almost his entire earnings. But he still bought it eagerly. “Tell ya what…” the merchant began. “If ye’ can wield that sword like no emperor, ruler, prince, or priest could, ye’ get the cloths free. Make ‘em into a fancy coat for ‘de girl or sumthin’.” The merchanct assumed he had a wife. But he had none.
Nonetheless, he accepted his terms, and took him out to the training grounds. The man had much previous experience with katanas, and the Naien fit him well. At the end of the day, he walked home with one of the world’s most valuable swords and fine linens and silk. The man went on to get married to an Inuzuka, and have one child by the name of Gekisen.
And so it began.
Other:
-Urufu Rendan "Wolfs Barrage"-
An attack in which Ichamaru, with great speed, rushes forward and gives a tremendous heave of his bulk, sending the opponent flying upwards (this is hard to dodge, but it is possible to dodge). Gekisen leaps into the air, delivering many ferocious slashes with the Naien, and one great punch sending the opponent backwards. Ichamaru awaits the unlucky one, and when the opponent reaches the ground, Ichamaru helps him, slamming him down into the ground with the amazing force of all his weight (he could crush somebody completely if he wanted).
Ichamaru may add on his own bonus, or Gekisen might. Ichamaru tgends to clamp his jaws on various limbs.
(Okay, for the sake of understanding Gekisen, I have posted these pictures. Take your time to browse through them if you wish.)
Young Gekisen
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7…ish Gekisen (somewhere around 7… maybe 6…)
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(Okay, so you’ve seen the present pictures. Just for the sake of screwing around, I wanted to post a future picture. Enjoy.)
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Age: 14 (Approaching 15)
Birth Date: June 25
Rank: Academy Student
Village: Konoha
Appearance:
Personality: Self-confident, out-going, and not afraid to assert herself (in certain situations). Gekisen isn’t too easy to make mad, but it isn’t hard. If you make her mad, you make her really mad. Gekisen is also very eager to go into battles and prove her worth and skill.
History: Gekisen was born to two Jounin. Her birth was not made public by any means, and few even knew of her existence. At a young age, her parents started assessing her skill and what skills she would be adept with. Her father was a member of the scattered Kurourufu clan, their history not being known to any, not even of their clan. Only the oldest members knew somethings about the ancient clan, with the insignia of the Black Wolf. Her mother, an Inuzuka, had the canine companion Hanami, the female setter, and tried to find which clan was stronger in her blood. It seemed it was even. But she didn't think she would carry on the Inuzuka legend.
At the age of 2, she reached out for the hilt of her father’s katana and nearly wrestled it from its sheath. Her parents, awestruck, decided that maybe it would be best to train her in this art- the art of swordsmanship. At the age of three, she was exploring the new world opened to her with enthusiasm and excitement. It was all so much to take in. And most of all, she spent time running her hands along her father’s Katana, the Naien. The Katana always glowed red, her father having a special affiliation with fire. The blade was always radiated steady, comfortable warmth whenever her fingers fell upon it, and her father tried many times to get this reaction with a single touch, but would not. His daughter had a special tie with the blade. It responded to her, and only to her.
When she was soon to be four, she had begun her training already, the Katana being her main obsession. Most of the day, she was seen with it, wielding it about as if she had been born with it in her grasp. When her father left for his missions, she could feel the blade leave, like a part of her had gone with it. One night, she felt such fear and worry that she thought her heart might burst. Her father returned home to tell of a near death encounter, the blade the only thing preventing his death. She touched the blade, knowing it was Naien that had warned her.
She improved everyday with Naien, able to strike down many older than her with her skill. The blade had a bond with her. It was as if the blade directed her hand, and she had no part in it. Before a spar, she could have sworn she felt the Naien’s eagerness to win, to fight with all of her skill and strength. To her, the Naien was not a sword. It was a companion. Her other skills were not lacking, but didn’t mean much compared to the Katana. Even though it was her father’s, she felt just the same, as if it were hers. And whenever she did note that it was her father’s, she felt feelings of defiance and refusal rise up. No. The sword was hers.
Her basic skills progressed normally, but her skill with the Katana was (as her father called it) amazing. She shifted through her battles like with grace, many people coming just to see her dance. The red blade flashing so quickly, delicate twists and trust, red hair following her like ribbons in the air… It was hard to watch and not call it beautiful. At the age of five, many people were suggesting she go on to the academy already. And her father was seriously considering this. He told her that they would wait a few more years. She didn’t mind. More time with her Katana. Because she knew that bringing it to the academy was nigh on impossible, and the sad parting might be too much to bear. She would feel half blind without the Naien to guide her.
The next two years were spent cramming every moment she could into training with the sword. Her skills advanced. Men would walk buy and watch the child, and in their first glance state ‘That child is going to be amazing with the sword. Just you wait.’ She had gone from nonexistent to one of the most popular figures in her side of the village. She took pride in her skill, and used its advantages to their fullest.
Only a few scant weeks before her fourteenth birthday, she had been sitting in the dark, stroking the Naien with love. Her sword had become a part of her now… It was like a third limb. She would have to express to her father her greatest desire, to keep the word with her, and show him that she was nothing without it. But the comforting warmth of the sword turned to burning hot. Grabbing the hilt and yanking it from her skin, she looked around furiously. Something was wrong. She ran to her parents’ room, bursting through the door. But the sight that met her eyes made her mind race. She nearly fell over. Her parents were already in the floor, blood covering them both. She shook her head. It couldn’t be. Rushing to her father’s side, she desperately hoped for some chance to save them. He was still breathing, but barely. Looking at her, he attempted to smile weakly, his hand cupping her cheek. “I was careless…” he muttered, blood trickling from his mouth. “I wasn’t listening. I was too deeply lost in my thoughts.” Gekisen was trying to hold tears back. “Don’t speak like that. You were fine. You are going to be okay…” Her eyes closed, and she held them shut tight. “Okay…” “Don’t talk nonsense. You and I both know what is coming. We must part ways. After I am dead, you must flee. Run as fast as you can to the woods.” His hand removed a scroll from a pouch on his leg. It was a little larger than normal. Her hand, gripping the hilt of the Naien, trembled violently. The blade, as if trying to comfort her, warmed steadily, running through out her body. She opened her eyes. Her father was looking at the blade. “The Naien and you… have a very special tie. I should have realized it sooner, but it cannot be broken. I was just so desperate to hold on to my precious sword, I… Never mind. Hold its blade within my reach.” She did as she was told, and taking his own blood, he painted symbols along its blade. “They will fade eventually, but now I have forever declared that the blade is yours and no other’s. Now only you shall wield it to its full potential. You always have.” She smiled once more, hugging her, and then gave one last meaningful stroke along the blade of the Naien.
It was in her arms that he died.
Taking her blade, and as many other weapons as she could manage, she fled the house, running for the woods. She had to escape whatever had killed her parents. Ominous, menacing forms moved in the shadows. She didn’t dare looked back to see if she was being pursued. She just had to get there. The blade’s temperature rose, and her speed quickened, no matter how tired she was. She burst through the line of trees, into the forest, and ran for a long amount of time. She couldn’t count how long she had been running. Only that it had been much longer than she should have been able to. Shaking with exhaustion, she collapsed in a pile of brush, falling unconscious.
The next sensation she new was the felling of thick fur brushing her skin, and warm sunlight. For a moment all was forgotten. She was happy to enjoy the peace and warmth of this moment. The Naien was cradled in her arms, and she was happy. But one singled image forced her to wake up- her dying father. She sat up very suddenly, the speed of it making her vision shift for a moment. She was still weak. Fur still tickled her back, and she whirled around. A black wolf, larger than any normal animal she had ever seen, sat before her, a calm, knowing look in his eyes. She was barely the size of his head. He was amazing… For a moment, she could only stare with wide eyes at him, and how incredibly large he was. But he curled his upper lip, and for a moment she gaped at his teeth, but realized that may have been a sign to stop staring so open-mouthed like. She shut her mouth, and tried to regulate her breathing. Her mind refused to think about the death of her parents. A wolf large enough to swallow her without even thinking wasn’t even a foot away from her. His bare teeth were covered, and his eyes closed, an amused snort escaping him.
-You fell unconscious in the forest. I walked beside you and lay here for many hours. It took you long enough to wake up.-
It took Gekisen a moment to process that this giant beast was talking before she had the mind to murmur an apology. But she was still in shock. The great wolf opened its jaws to an impossible length in a yawn, and then rose. She craned her neck to see his face.
-Come. We shall talk after dinner.-
Gekisen frowned. Dinner early in the morning… Well, as long as it was food.
She was told to sit in a clearing after a few minutes of waiting, and the black giant returned with a huge male buck in his mouth, and a hare dangling from his gaping jaws as well. This wolf must have eaten all of the time. It seemed as if the smaller fresh kill was for her, and the buck was for himself, alone. She questioned how the forest could provide enough food for one so large who consumed such great amounts. After skinning and peeling her own share, she performed hand signs necessary for a Fire jutsu, and a pile of wood sparked into flames. The wolf glanced at it, and then began grooming himself. Her meal was cooked in a short few minutes, and consumed in even less. After they both finished what they were attending to, they sat for a few moments, silence stretching between them. Finally, the girl decided to break the silence. “I am Gekisen.” The wolf looked up, as if surprised by her voice, and then appeared thoughtful.
-I am called Ichamaru.-
Gekisen nodded. “You are… amazingly large.” Ichamaru let out a loud noise that emitted from his mouth like a roar, something like laughter. Once it had ceased, Gekisen gazed at him with wide eyes, and then glanced away, shaking her head.
-Tell me how you have come into my forest.-
Without waiting, she burst into the tale of her life. She was afraid she might have bored the wolf, but soon she didn’t care. It seemed as if hours passed before she finished, and the wolf gazed at her. Tears threatened to escape her eyes, and she was afraid of crying in front of the magnificent beast. Ichamaru waited a moment before speaking.
-Show me this scroll your father gave you.-
Immediately, she dug it from her leg holster and handed it over, opening it carefully for him. He gazed at it for a long while before looking up to her.
-This scroll is supposed to signify a pack made between our families many years ago. This would explain why I was drawn to you. The binding has not weakened.-
She blinked. “But what does that mean?”
-It means that you and I are partners, the only surviving ones of our families. We are bound by laws that run deeper than any man- or wolf- could comprehend.-
She noted that he was the last one left of his family, but did not question it.
-You must progress in your studies.- Looking at the scroll again, he nodded. Apparently, he was having a debate with himself. It lasted a few moments before he looked to her again.
-I shall be your Nin-ken, ninja companion. We will complete these exams together.-
She felt excited and frightened all at once. “But will they accept that? Will they let me have you in all of my battles and tests?”
-If they do object, I shall teach them the law that binds the two of us with tooth and claw. Then they will allow it.-
Gulping, she nodded, and looked down at her feet, thinking about this wolf. So he was her companion… Now they would fight along side one another. It was new… It was scary. She had never been in the world without her parents. They had always been there. But Naien glowed comfortingly at her side, and she gripped the sword’s hilt, feeling the bond of companionship stronger than ever. Now the bonds of ownership and other laws were freed. Now there nothing between the two. She was ready. That night, she had slept cradled in Ichamaru’s immense arms, backing further into his black fur. And before falling asleep, she opened her eyes. “Ichamaru?”
-What is it?-
“I just realized… Were not the only ones left in our family.” Stroking him gently, she cushioned her head on his fore-leg. “We have eachother.” The wolf appeared to ponder this, and nodded, shifting so the girl could better lay on his fore-leg.
-Of course. Now sleep Gekisen. Tomorrow, the Konoha Ninja academy awaits.-
And it did.
(Stopped a few weeks before the present.)
Learned Jutsu:
Ninjutsu
-"Fire Release: Ash Product Burning"-
-“Dragon Fire Technique”-
-“Fire Release: Phoenix Immortal Fire Technique”-
-“Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Missile”-
-“Man Beast Combination Transformation: Double-Headed Wolf”-
-Isshi Hakka No Jutsu “Finger Ignition Technique”-
Taijutsu
-Hayabusa Otoshi “Peregrine Falcon Drop”-
-Suiken “Drunken Fist”-
-Hien “Flying Swallow”-
-Urufu Rendan “Wolfs Barrage”- (Description Below)
-Tsûtenkyaku “Painful Sky Leg”-
-Garôga “Double Wolf Fang”-
-Jûjin Bunshin Rendan “Beast Man Clone Combo”-
-Hien Kusen “Flying Swallow Air Strike”-
-Ikari Gatsûga “Super Double Wolf Fang”-
-Rouga Bassui “Wolf Fang Drill Strike-
Weapons/Items: Kunai, Shruiken, Sebon, Wire, Taijutsu, Ninjutsu, Ichamaru (more of a companion).
The Naien- A few interesting facts about Gekisen’s blade (and, as she calls it, companion). The Naien was an extremely expensive blade, and the founding members of the Kurourufu had begun experimenting to make the perfect blade, seeking ultimate performance. It was crafted of the finest steel in the land, diamonds and other gems laid in a thin layer inside the blade. This was to provide amazing durability needed for the performance sought. Its steel cost a load of money to even get, let alone set it in the blade. Rubies were laid along the outside of the blade, giving it its red glow. The hilt was made of fine leather, strips of it made into a sort of twine to run along it. This leather has not worn out since its many years in use, and hasn’t even weakened. It was said to amplify any Jutsu the user of the katana specialized in, so long as the bond was strong. When the clan was in its prime, none of the clan leaders or council could even half wield it to its true power. One of the elders, who had helped construct the blade, declared that the blade had its own will, its own personality of sorts. It alone would choose its user.
When the clan was dying down so low as not to even be recognized by most clans, the clan leader took the blade and tried to engrave symbols into the blade so it would adknowledge him as its true master. The leader became fiercely ill and died a few days later. The leader’s son declared the blade evil, a bad omen, and declared dishonor on all who had assisted in its planning, to them and their families. However, the clan leader wasn’t even recognized much by many of the clans members, as what used to be a great clan, was dispersing. The word was thrown out and was discovered by a merchant along the road. He recognized the blade instantly, and knew he could earn a pretty penny with it. And so, with his wares and the blade (although he dared not attempt to wield it, in fear of what havoc it might wreak upon him), left to travel to other places to sell his goods.
He came upon a small town on the outskirts of the Leaf Village, and a man was observing his wares. “Have ye’ a fancy for… rare items yur’self, eh?” The man looked up, interested. He was young, maybe 17 or 18. He was handome enough, and looked strong and well toned. The shop keeper inspected him with a watchful eye then nodded. “Aye, I’ll show it to ya then. But if ya don’t like what ya see, then you better not let out one peep about this sword! Ye’ hear?” The boy nodded. “Alrighty, then.” Reaching under his counter (of the store he had decided to rent for the time being), he pulled out an item covered in many layers of fine cloth. “Close the door, lad, and shield the windows. Wouln’t want a little sneaky devil to get their beady little eyes on this, eh?” The boy did as he was told. The merchant carefully unwrapped it, and then lay it so the boy could get a good view. The boy was awestruck by the quality of the hilt… even the sheat was amazing, ruby in-laid designs of creatures from the divine realms. Dragons, gryphons, serpents… many amazing creatures decorated the sheath. And when the shop keeper pulled the blade from the sheath, he gasped, and nearly doubled over himself in awe.
The boy, who had always been a hard worker, earning his money, had no real reason to spend it, as he provided for himself free of charge. So he had a good lifes earnings saved up. And the sword was worth almost his entire earnings. But he still bought it eagerly. “Tell ya what…” the merchant began. “If ye’ can wield that sword like no emperor, ruler, prince, or priest could, ye’ get the cloths free. Make ‘em into a fancy coat for ‘de girl or sumthin’.” The merchanct assumed he had a wife. But he had none.
Nonetheless, he accepted his terms, and took him out to the training grounds. The man had much previous experience with katanas, and the Naien fit him well. At the end of the day, he walked home with one of the world’s most valuable swords and fine linens and silk. The man went on to get married to an Inuzuka, and have one child by the name of Gekisen.
And so it began.
Other:
-Urufu Rendan "Wolfs Barrage"-
An attack in which Ichamaru, with great speed, rushes forward and gives a tremendous heave of his bulk, sending the opponent flying upwards (this is hard to dodge, but it is possible to dodge). Gekisen leaps into the air, delivering many ferocious slashes with the Naien, and one great punch sending the opponent backwards. Ichamaru awaits the unlucky one, and when the opponent reaches the ground, Ichamaru helps him, slamming him down into the ground with the amazing force of all his weight (he could crush somebody completely if he wanted).
Ichamaru may add on his own bonus, or Gekisen might. Ichamaru tgends to clamp his jaws on various limbs.
(Okay, for the sake of understanding Gekisen, I have posted these pictures. Take your time to browse through them if you wish.)
Young Gekisen
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7…ish Gekisen (somewhere around 7… maybe 6…)
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(Okay, so you’ve seen the present pictures. Just for the sake of screwing around, I wanted to post a future picture. Enjoy.)
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