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Name: Mokuton: Shichūrō no Jutsu | Wood Release: Four Pillars Prison Technique
Rank: C
Type: Ninjutsu
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Element: Mokuton (Wood Release)
Description: Mokuton: Shichūrō no Jutsu is a ninjutsu technique used by the members of the Senju clan. This technique lets the user summon a tree around their opponent to bind them. The user changes chakra into timber under the ground and makes it grow rapidly, while forming it into a wooden prison. The size of the prison is five meters in each side, making it capable of containing multiple individuals if used in one spot. The timber itself is treated with a chakra coating, making its destruction extremely difficult. During war, it has the great ability to detain prisoners, but it can also be used as a disciplinary measure for quarreling subordinates.
Chakra Cost: 8CP

The morning breeze was already cooling the landscape of the previous night. Kazuo barely managed to sleep in his tent, due to the heat in the middle of that dry summer night. Somewhere around the woods outside Konoha one could easily detect a small but sufficient tent, which was practically Kazuo's coat, a really useful gadget his father had given him as a gift for his fourteenth birthday. A number of canvases were piled up right outside the tent and the sun had just begun to send its rays on them. A couple of eyelids opened wide and revealed Kazuo’s dark green eyes as he woke up from his short sleep. "The sun isn't even up yet." His mouth whispered and before he would lie back in his tent, he heard a strange sound. Patting on the forest ground, several steps were echoing between the dense trees. He swiftly stood up, combed his messy coral hair using his fingers, fixed his dark blue jacket on his shoulders and then adjusted his grey trousers. The sound of the unidentified steps started turning distant and distorted. Well, whoever it was, I guess they probably left.

His eyes wandered around his tent and his paintings, or rather the couple of paintings that he left resting on the pile of blank canvases. A beautiful landscape full of trees and rocks was the first one he made, but he didn't particularly like how it eventually looked so he just left to the side and started drawing another one. It was one more painting of his deceased friends. His crush, Shima, and his girlfriend Haru. They were his only true friends. They were the only people that ever came close to him and also devastated his world with their unfair deaths. He painted their faces serious and blank of emotions. The young man never stopped drawing his memories with them and he chose a memory to paint depending on his mood. That night he was feeling emptiness. Kazuo shook his head and blinked twice. His hands immediately started tidying up the mess he left last night. He packed the tent’s ropes and every other tool he used to keep it on the ground, and somehow managed to fit his canvases in there as well. He put on the hooded black coat and made sure his ninja tools were all still on him before heading off towards Konoha's gates.

"It was nice spending the night here. I didn't have to hear them fight once again. I guess I’m way more welcome in the forest than in my own house… I swear I’ll move in my own apartment with the first chance I get…" The genin's words were suddenly interrupted by some sort of loud noise coming from the direction where he camped last night. He was too curious to let it go. So he turned around and started running back. He passed his camping spot and turned left, only to find the traces of the person that walked by earlier. Step to step, he kept running and as his feet met the late footsteps, he felt a breeze on his face. The light that was coming from that point was much more. He stopped moving behind a final line of trees, which was what stood between the young man and an open area.

Kazuo noticed a figure standing in the distance, and that was when Kazuo witnessed something extraordinary. The roots and base of a large tree had already emerged from the ground and the branches were now forming into elegant wings of a somehow red shade. Is that a cherry tree? How did he… Could he be one of Konoha's Senju? Kazuo held his elbow against the tree right next to him, applying pressure and allowing his under jaw to rest on his fist. What came next was the reformation of that mass of wood into a prison that emerged from the ground and covered a quite large surface. What the hell is he planning to do with that massive cage of wood? Kazuo tilted his head and indulged in his curiosity by making a step forward. From the genin's point of view he seemed like a younger male. His clothes certainly didn't look like any of Konoha's flak jackets, but he didn't seem like a threat.

Kazuo then took another step forward and emerged between two trees. He then started walking sideways, trying not to make any sound. He probably looked like a silly praying mantis moving around, tilting its head right and left to examine its prey. The rising sun rays were directed on that mysterious figure from the eastern side of the field, making it hard to see that person’s face. But there it was, a forehead protector with a leaf carved on the metal surface. Interesting. It was time to reveal himself, even though his presence should have already been detected by that person, given the fact he was a ninja. He breathed in to prepare a way of speaking and he started walking towards his fellow shinobi. "Good morning." He exclaimed and cleared his throat. "Why are you out here this early, if you don’t mind? I’m from Konoha as well, and I happened to witness your... prison technique... Sorry if I sound intrusive." He felt how awkward his introduction was and hoped that guy wouldn't mind answering his question. I seemed rather suspicious, but it could be just a training day for him.

Meanwhile, several meters behind the shinobi Kazuo had just encountered, he could barely see a couple of shadows waltzing behind the trees. But those shadows were too distorted to be identified human. "Huh? What's that now?" Kazuo's lips let out the few quiet words as he now bent his upper body and head to his right side in order to get a better view behind that large wooden cage that guy had created. "Uhm, hello there!" He shouted, curious about the origins of those shadows. Could it be even more people? What an incredible coincidence would that be?

Combat Log:

SC's Used:
• Art Prodigy

Jutsu Used:
• N/A

Equipment Used:
• Shelter Cloak
• Backpack (Genin Kit)

Chakra Pool: 50/50 CP

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Social Based:

As Kazuo took a final step closer to the boy he had just met in the clearing, the fellow ninja from Konoha turned to get a look at the genin and returned the greeting. “Good morning.” The youth’s face seemed slightly confused after seeing him, but Kazuo figured out he was just curious, just like he felt when he reached the clearing. The corners of his lips began forming a soft smile as the young genin in front of him started explaining the reason he used that kind of technique in the middle of nowhere. So it was actually training time for him. Just as I thought. He thought and his eyes examined the wooden cage, which had been given a delightful tint of a red shade. “What about you? You seem to be out here pretty early as well.” The young boy asked him, but Kazuo was already wondering what those shadows actually were. Before the young man managed to even answer the question, there was the shadow. A figure entered the clearing area, walking towards the center and near the wooden cage. So who was that?

“So who’s this now?” The mysterious figure was probably a male, by the looks of whom Kazuo could only figure out that he wasn’t open, at least for the time being. As the distance between the two Konoha ninja and the man that had just arrived became shorter, Kazuo managed to notice a headband around that man’s mouth. His face was covered by a bandana, as well as his head. The man was covered in different fabrics from head to toes, with the only thing exposed being his eyes. The whole picture gave Kazuo a bad feeling about the unidentified person’s intentions. Could he be a traveler, a merchant, or maybe a refugee? No, he looks strong; he’s probably from another ninja village, but… So there it was, a piece of metal solved the mystery behind his identity. An X marked village symbol depicted that this guy was a missing ninja that had abandoned his village.

Kazuo’s teeth pressed on his under lip and his eyes narrowed, taking away the light from the green reflections. What if he’s a criminal… The man was now close enough to possibly act offensively, but in the ninja world range never mattered. At least not to those that wanted somebody dead. The man interrupted the youth’s train of thought with a set of short claps and placed his hand on the freshly made cage. He looked excited, something strange and difficult for Kazuo to understand. “Well fuck me sideways and call me sally.” What the hell does that mean? “So you’re Senju as well, huh? Nice, nice. I saw this cage myself once, except it was black and the people inside of it went ‘boom’ eventually.” The male kept talking to them, his words unraveling the mystery behind his origin. But that word that described the sound of an explosion hooked Kazuo’s breath as if he got shot in the chest. His eyes started moving hysterically up and down, trying to make sure he wasn’t preparing an attack of any sort. He kept talking, however, and it was about the same subject. His next sentence proved that he was clearly somebody that had killed a number of people in the past, after using that same wooden cage technique.

Wooden cage, a Senju that killed people just because they touched the cage… What’s going on here… Why’s he here… He started moving towards them, each step frightening Kazuo. He felt his heart’s pulse, as the blood was streaming though his neck’s vains. Then the man stretched his arms up, forcing Kazuo to keep his guard up. He was ready to use hand seals. He wouldn’t have time to salute his opponent in case he randomly attacked them. “So which one of you is Senju? I don’t want to take a guess and then insult someone for bein’ wrong!” He instead asked them which one was the creator of the cage. But why? “Could this be a conversation starter, or do you hold a grudge against the Senju Clan?” Kazuo’s breath let out several words in a serious tone of his voice. His posture didn’t reveal his fear, but his arms were already slightly bent over his lower body, ready to fire, or in that case form seals. Don’t pull the trigger Kazuo. Maybe he doesn’t want to fight you. The whole situation was increasingly making him nervous and the unknown identity of that man was such a puzzle for Kazuo that his mind kept making up scenarios about him dying in a horrible way, in the hands of a criminal. What a disgrace would that be?

Weighing the possible outcomes and considering his options, Kazuo was about to use a defensive technique, just in case. He had no idea how strong that man was. He didn’t have any information at all. His rank, his abilities, his fighting style, they were all blank sections in his notes. The only thing he knew was that his arsenal included explosions and wood. As weird as it sounded, Kazuo kept thinking about… wood. Mokuton, was it? The Ninjutsu of the Senju clan was well known among the Konoha ninja. Kazuo had heard rumors about them, masters of shape transformation, able to create wooden surfaces and grow trees in an instant. But this man could be really strong considering the fact that he was so confident. He approached them without hesitation and instantly asked them who the Senju was. He rushed things. And the friendly way would be an introduction, or at least asking why they were there. His thoughts entwined around scenarios and possibilities, when the young boy who was standing right next to him finally answered the question. “I am the Senju that made this technique. Who are you?”

Kazuo muttered something even he didn’t understand in his confusion. He briefly gave the boy a glance and then stared back at whom would potentially be their enemy. What is he thinking, giving out information that quickly? I guess I can't help it now. His ankle forced his left leg to move and take half a step back, focusing the weight of his body on his left side. Yeah, who are you? Kazuo couldn’t just leave his mind rest and his fear of dying to a complete stranger, possibly a latent criminal, eventually took over him. His hands came together to form three consecutive hand seals, the final one being the snake sign. He didn’t care if that guy was planning to make a counter-move. He had to defend himself. “Gaton; Garasu Yoroi.” His mouth barely opened, whispering the name of his armor technique. Particles of glass started shimmering around his body, swiftly covering his skin with a few layers of a transparent blue glass. This will do for sudden attacks for now. He spoke internally and slowly exhaled the heavy air that he kept in his lungs for a while. I even forgot to breathe properly. Snap out of it, baka.

Combat Log:

SC's Used:
• Art Prodigy

Equipment Used:
• Shelter Cloak
• Backpack (Genin Kit)

Jutsu Used:

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Chakra Pool: 41/50 CP

OOC:

• Let it be known that all text in italics is Kazuo's thoughts, not things he says out loud. I use "quotes" when he speaks and make the text bold.

• Yuurei, the fact that your character’s chakra is purple, does in no way mean that he can see the chakra auras of other people. The Chakra Aura SC merely colors your chakra, it doesn’t offer you an aura or any ability to determine how other people’s chakra looks like. Yet you mentioned that my character’s aura was similar to yours, having a purple tint, and that Mokuzai’s chakra was dark. Please refrain from doing that again in the future, considering you need to use chakra for it to be seen, and you have to own the SC for it to have a different color.

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