Chōsokabe, Mitsunari [Kiri Jounin]

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Basic Information:

Name:
Mitsunari Chōsokabe
Secondary Title:
The Oni of Aiai Zaishou
Age:
25
Gender:
Male
Physical Appearance:

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Mitsunari is far from a scrawny figure. Mitsunari stands at the height of Six feet three inches at the weight of two hundred and twenty pounds. While this would be considered large against most ninja he is stacks with layers of muscle that makes up part of his weight. Mitsunari has the pale white skin that is common to his native land of Iron Country, the mountain people being under the cover of the clouds instead of the sun. To oppose this Mitsunari has upper back length brown hair that is a match set to his brown eyes. On his body mark many scars but only a few are noticeable. The most obvious being the large fist sized hole in the middle of his stomach where he was ran through by his old friend. Numerous sword cuts mark his chest from his training with the guards and with his ninjutsu teacher.

Mitsunari painstakingly spent large amounts of his pay on his clothing, to make himself stand out amongst his peers. Not wanting to look like the rough group of shadow killers that ninja were portrayed to be. Mitsunari's pants are made of a fine silk that is decorated in various shades of red and a large amounts of white towards the inner thigh. His shirt is a rough robe like vest that is tucked into his pants and held firm by a golden rope belt. His overcoat is a jacket made of silk that is colored predominantly white and secondarily red. His jacket's left arm is extremely wide colored all red white his right is extremely tight and features pieces of armor painted gold. To finish it all up Mitsunari wears a gold headdress that goes across his forehead and rises up in pseudo-horns.

Personality:
Mitsunari's personality is one that is caused by a total emptiness. The experiences that he had accomplished in his life has left his mind in a serene state. For the most part Mitsunari is always calm, keeping his mind impartial to others opinions. Of course this is only on the surface. Deep in his mind Mitsunari analyzes everyone he encounters, this proves to be a useful and annoying trait for Mitsunari, as he tends to over analyze everything. For the most part Mitsunari tries to express as little emotion to his colleagues as possible to avoid a show of weakness.

One thing that Mitsunari has retained a like for is martial training in himself and others, finding a great respect for those who take the time to learn the strategy's of war and the art of non ninja combat, finding the ways of the samurai to be much more appealing than those of the ninja. Mitsunari has always had a fondness for a certain type of food, but only one has stuck with him his entire life, and that is his fondness of apples. Mitsunari shows a rare display of emotion when he grabs an apple, always having a smile as he takes the first bite into one. He however dislikes many things, one is an overconfidence in the power of the ninja abilities. Mitsunari believes that a reliance on chakra to fight ones battles is a cowardly way to fight and is not the true way of a warrior. Anyone over eager to prove that chakra is far superior to martial tactics is a great nuisance in Mitsunari's mind. To describe the philosophy of Mitsunari one would have to broaden all the subjects of personal belief. Mitsunari believes that all people are not equal, that people forge their own part in life, and that this path is not easy. To put it simply, Mitsunari believes Ambition destroys ones soul.

Catch Phrase:
N/A
Clan:
N/A

Rank Information:

Rank:
Jonin
Village Affiliation:
Kirigakure no Sato

Special Information:

Character Speciality:
Main: Ninjutsu
Sub: Kenjutsu
Elemental Affinity:
Main: Wind
Sub: N/A
Special Characteristics:

Samurai

While most ninja are fairly athletic for their lifestyle there is not many who have had the discipline of a samurai. Because of his intense training studying the ways of the samurai Mitsunari is 10% faster and stronger than other people his own rank.

Skill Information:
Note: You can find the other templates in the other Creation Areas if your character needs them.

It's Windy Out D:

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Liek OMG D: Basics!

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Weapon Template:

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Name: Hebi Baito (Snake Bite)
Quantity: 1
Rank: A
Appearance:

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The Hebi Baito is a fairly unique blade in design. The sword is made of a fine black wood that is capped and trimmed with gold. The sword also features two spare sword strings for holding the blade still. Along the sheath is gold figures worked into the wood of a snake curling around the sheath. The hilt is made of a fine metal that is worked into the form of a green and brown curling snake that finishes with the snake head at the bottom of the hilt.
Special Abilities/Characteristics: The sword does not have any elemental powers nor can it rend the soul from he who it strikes. But the blade is made of a fine craft and from such is mono-molecular. Because of this the blade is able to cut through steel without much trouble.
Origin: The blade traces it's origins to the man known as the Slayer of Oni Zaishou, the man who taught Mitsunari everything he knows about being a samurai. Because of the progress Mitsunari was making in his training The Slayer decided it was time for his student to have a sword that people would remember him by, a sword that would strike fear into the hearts of men, and that is what he ordered to be created by the finest sword smith in all of Iron Country. Upon completion the Slayer decided that it was too perfect to keep secret, and gave it to his student immediately.[/b]

Name: Kaze Jouten (Wind God)
Quantity: 1
Rank: C
Appearance:

Chōsokabe, Mitsunari [Kiri Jounin] Gunsen_fan

The fan is large at roughly two and a half feet in length and having a two foot width. The fan is made of a strong durable wood that has only received minor scrapings on it in its many years of use. The fan is made of a black paper that is laced with a chakra craftsman's work to make it durable. On the left side of each side of the paper is the family crest of the Chōsokabe's. The crest is a picture of a flower colored gold with two gold circles around it.
Special Abilities/Characteristics: N/A
Origin: The fan is one that Mitsunari has had ever since he was a child, the fan had belonged to his mother and was gifted to him the day before his family had committed suicide. Mitsunari always believed that it was to make sure he never made the mistakes they did, but he realized later that it was because his mother always wanted to gift her son with something nice. And this was it, the family fan.

Background Information

History:

Childhood Arc

The life of Mitsunari Chōsokabe was conceived between a young couple in the nation of Iron. Before the birth of Mitsunari the young couple had been a happy one, living in peace with the land of Iron. But as the war of shinobi’s squabbles spread into their region, a war was soon to break out in the village. Being born to two bitter parents who had just barely survived the shinobi’s war and were just barely scrounging enough money to live. Immediately after his birth his family was sent further into debt with various agencies just to be able to afford the proper accommodations and food to raise a newborn. This brought along a great deal of stress to the parents, who’s only joy left in the world, was spending time with their creation, their son Mitsunari.

As a small child Mitsunari was shown the harshness of the world in an unobstructed view, seeing as debt collectors came to the door nightly, banging loudly enough to stir the household from rest. One night Mitsunari answered the door and was severely beaten by the collector as a sign that his families time was running up. This beating left a small scar on the back of his ear. It was at the age of six that Mitsunari learned the harshest lesson in the world. Waking in the dead of night he found his mother hanging on a noose from the ceiling and his father with his own sword stuck into his stomach, exposing the bowels to the boy. In utter terror Mitsunari ran out into the night and ran into the same collector that beat him, explaining what happened the collector showed no sympathy and simply said the debt his parents owed was now his responsibility.

At the age of eight, after two years of doing tireless work for the collector Mitsunari decided that he had a greater purpose in life than just working himself to death for a greedy man. But he would never be free as long as this man was alive. In the dead of night when the collector was asleep, Mitsunari took the man’s blade from its sheath and drove it into his stomach. The man only whimpered as he looked up into Mitsunari’s eyes. Dragging the sword along his gut Mitsunari recreated the scene that had been so vivid in his nightmares, making the man look identical to what his father had done. Cleaning himself up and waking up in the morning he called for the guard to come and investigate why his boss hadn’t woken up in the morning. The guards arrived to find the body and concluded the man committed ritual suicide to escape from such a monotonous life. When asked if the boy had anywhere else to go he responded no. The guards nodded and decided to take the boy with them, to train him in the arts of the samurai.

It was a full year spent inside the guard houses before he would be taught anything. The guards who had taken him in told him that even though they would be training him it wouldn’t be free and he would have to work to pay for his room and board. He spent a year cleaning the guard’s equipment, clearing out the stables, and of course washing the dishes. It was a year that wasn’t nearly as hellish as the two working for the collector. Finally the year passed and the guards began the training of the young boy. The guards taught him the principles of the samurai, trying to instill in him the proper way of the samurai. The guards believed that every person had a right to live and thus samurai should only kill as a last alternative. This was a value that Mitsunari didn’t believe. There were people that deserved to die, like the collector who had worked his family to death. Not showing his disagreement to the trainers he continued to nod and pretend to understand their logic of the samurai code. They would spend a full year instilling academics and making him learn the logic of the samurai, while it was grueling, it was the best year of his life.

It would take another year before the guards felt the need to start to learn more about their pupil. Mitsunari was fairly reserved about telling his masters how his life had been, he thought they might look down on him or even arrest him if he told them he had murdered the collector. During his training he told his masters how the collector had hounded his family endlessly, how he had beat him that night, and how his parents committed suicide. His mentors felt sympathy for him and felt more resolved to turn Mitsunari into a strong person. While there were many times when it came up, Mitsunari never gave details on the collectors death, always sticking to the story that he wondered why his ‘master’ had not gotten up in the morning. While Mitsunari thought that his lie had been believed his mentors always had a feeling that murder and death was something this boy had achieved in his young life.

On his eleventh birthday his mentors presented him with his very first metal sword. Mitsunari immediately felt a sense of dread as he held the sword, remembering how he plunged a sword into the gut of the collector that tortured him, and the image of his father slumped on the floor with a sword in his stomach. Both memories dropped him to his knees in a fit of sobs clutching the sword to his chest. His mentors were concerned for their pupil and tried to consul him, Mitsunari only answer to his master’s callings was that he was ok. His masters left their pupil to himself and left to investigate the home of the Collector. This time without any sympathy for a small child clouding their judgment the guards search the area of death thoroughly. Looking around they find a dried pool of blood on the bed, many feet away from the scene of the death. Realizing that the boy must have killed the man and made it look like suicide for revenge for his family they rushed to the guard barracks, seeing the boy practicing with the blade against a wooden dummy. Mitsunari gave a heartfelt smile to his master’s that is quickly wiped from his face. With a look of anguish on their face the guards call for Mitsunari to drop the blade and lay down on the ground. With a look of confusion Mitsunari understands that in response to his sobbing earlier, that his master’s took another look at the murder scene, finding that the boy had lied. Not willing to fight the two men that had acted as parents to him Mitsunari complied with their demands and the men sobbed along together with Mitsunari as they brought the boy into the palace for questioning and judgment.

Mitsunari was ruthlessly interrogated by the investigators of the government of Iron Country. The investigators questioned Mitsunari from everything about his life, from his parents to the collector. Mitsunari explained everything in detail, his parents being hounded by collectors till their death, how the collector had taken Mitsunari into his home to work off the debt his parents had collected, how he had murdered the collector and used the sympathy of the death to be taken in by the guards. The investigators didn’t believe a life so cruel and believed the boy to be lying and protecting someone else. Mitsunari swore that he was telling the truth. The investigators believing that the boy was simply trying to protect the guards decided that the guards who took him in would be put to death for the murder of the collector. The guards were brought out in front of the palace and put on their knees for execution. The men thinking the boy had lied again and told the investigators they did it began to give Mitsunari a gaze of nothing but pure hatred. Mitsunari tried to call out for them to stop the execution but it was too late, the blade was dropped and both of the heads rolled down the stairs of the palace, in front of the crowd that had gathered. It proved a point that no one was above the law, it proved to Mitsunari, that no one could be trusted.

Mitsunari cried and cried on the steps of the palace, watching the bodies of his foster parents lay limp on the top of the stairs, and their heads in a bloody pool at the bottom. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Expecting it to be that of a guard he yelled in anger. Looking back he saw the warm face of the heir of the nation, the person that would lead the country one day. The boy was about Mitsunari’s age and had a concerned face. The boy felt sorry for Mitsunari and announced an offer to stay with him and his family in the palace. Confused but grateful Mitsunari accepted the offer. The leader of the Iron Nation looked over the two with cold calculation, knowing full well what a danger Mitsunari could be to his son. While the location would be better for Mitsunari, the treatment would be worse than it had been opposed to the loving embrace his mentors had given him.

Friendship Arc

Mitsunari spent most of his days around his new friend which he learned went by the name of Matsamune. Matsamune was a competitive person who said that if a person didn’t strive to be the best then they would be doomed to be mediocre. Mitsunari would debate academics and the way of the samurai with his friend, much to the dismay of Matsamune’s father who didn’t want his son to be anything near a samurai, wanting to craft him to be a politician. From all the time spent with Matsamune, Mitsunari seemed to earn nothing but Matsamune’s father’s ire. At the age of twelve Mitsunari started to teach his friend what he had learned about being a samurai, his friend absorbing every detail he told him like a sponge. This went on for many years, teaching his friend about the way of the samurai and taking him to the stables to practice using blades. On his friends fifteenth birthday during their lesson his father walked inside during their swordfight. Thinking that the boy they had taken in was attempting to kill his son he yelled out for the guards. When Matsamune tried to defend his friend his father tossed the boy aside and told him it was for his own good and had the guards drag Mitsunari off.

Mitsunari was thrown into the dungeon of the palace, being told that he would serve a sentence of sixty years for an attempted assassination of an official member of the government. Staying silent the entire way to the prison he sat solemnly in his prison. He was greeted with the occasional visit from Matsamune, but each visit played out the same. Matsamune would beg for forgiveness and would be met with nothing but silence. Mitsunari knew it wasn’t Matsamune’s fault, but life had done nothing but make him bitter so far. And as far as Mitsunari was concerned, it was time to start acting like it. This went on for a year, the visits would come daily. On Mitsunari’s sixteenth birthday Matsamune told the guards to leave and told Mitsunari a deadly secret. Matsamune explained how he had overheard his father talking about how he was going to surrender the independence of the iron country to a ninja village in a bid for greater influence to the ninja villages. After hearing this Matsamune hired a rogue ninja to murder his father in his sleep, and that it was going down tonight. It was this time that Mitsunari broke his silence. Shocked that his friend would commit such acts against a family member he asked him why he would do such a thing, his friend would respond with words that would stick with Mitsunari, “To defeat a tyrant, one must become a demon. There are those who follow in this world and some who lead. My father is a prime example of a follower becoming a leader.”

The death of Matsamune’s father came as a shock to the entire country. Matsamune planned everything perfectly. Having burst open the door as the rogue ninja drove his knife into his father’s throat, in front of a dozen witness’s Matsamune roared in anger and ran the ninja through with his blade. Looking over the two corpses with contempt Matsamune declared himself the next ruler of the nation and demanded for his friend and trainer to be pardoned and released from the dungeon. Welcoming his friend with open arms Matsamune told his friend that he wanted him by his side, training to become even greater warriors to protect the land of iron. Mitsunari eyed his friend with suspicion, this was a person that had grown entirely political and lost his childhood innocence that he had known. Mitsunari answered his friend with a nod, while he would continue to be the closest friend to the leader of the iron country; he would never speak to his friend with the fondness ever again.

Mitsunari and Matsamune would rule together over the country of iron for a large amount of time. Each of the two were personally trained by the samurai Enji Shin’en. Mitsunari felt himself distanced from his friend even further when Enji entered the picture. Enji had been a samurai of some renown, traveling the land slaying all those who he didn’t feel were worthy. This had earned him the name The Slayer of Aiai Zaishou. Mitsunari felt himself grow closer to the teacher every day, believing the teachers warped view of the world, finding it dangerously close to his own. But for every passing day he grew stronger, and spent more time with his teacher while Matsamune ruled from the palace. With the added time spent with his teacher he quickly surpassed Matsamune in the ways of the blade. Eventually the two friends believed themselves as rivals, and while it proved to destroy their friendship, it made the country prosper.

Betrayal Arc

By the time they were both twenty one they had become two of the most feared people in the ninja continent. The two samurai friends who held the borders of the iron country with fierce resolution. Mitsunari was by this time the general of the samurai army of the iron country and was known as the Demon of Aiai Zaishou, or the demon of the iron country. But there was another reason for this other than his fighting prowess. A month after his training with Enji began, Enji told him that he had the potential to become a shinobi, a person who manipulates the chakra’s to perform great feats. It took a great many years but Mitsunari had grown to become a great ninja, and with these powers he stabilized the nation of Iron and made his friend an influential voice for samurai’s in the ninja continent. But his friend was under the influence of a dark figure, one that would cause the relationship of Matsamune and Mitsunari to collapse once and for all. During the night this figure told Matsamune that his closest friend was growing angry with ambition and tonight was going to commit a coup. Matsamune felt rage course through his being and ordered the entire guard house to awaken and execute Mitsunari.

Mitsunari awoke to find guards bursting in through his door, realizing that his friend must have finally gone crazy with political rage. Leaping from his bed he took his blade and fought off the guards till he could bar his door shut and collected some of his clothes and his armor. Escaping outside the window Mitsunari snuck his way outside the city and spoke the words that had touched him one day and now fully made sense. “To defeat a tyrant, one must become a demon.”

Mitsunari spent the next year traveling the land, after listening to the many rumors it became apparent that the land of iron’s military was now under control by a man named Toshira Kira. The man was an ex ninja who had escaped from his ninja village after murdering his entire team. Nagamasa knew he couldn’t leave his friend under the influence of someone so unstable. Traveling back to the land of iron he snuck his way back inside of the capital. Walking into the throne room he found that no one was inside the room. But it was more than that, something was masking the room to make it feel empty. Mitsunari quickly felt the largest pain he had ever felt. Matsamune had snuck up behind him and thrust his fist through Mitsunari’s back. The time he had spent away from his friend had been deadly, as Matsamune had trained to develop his talents in great ways. Strength being the greatest of all. Coughing out blood Mitsunari cried out to his friend, telling him that he has become a tyrant. His friend simply snarled at him and told him that he should have just let him be thrown in jail by his father on those footsteps long ago. Being tossed outside the city by the guards and left to die he felt the most utter sense of dread as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Genin Arc

This would not be the end of the Chōsokabe line however. Resentment against the world for dealing him with weak parents, an abusive master, a simple minded foster family, and even a lying friend. This resentment however, made him strong. It would be only an hour before Mitsunari's body was found. The local villages being awestruck that the man before them lived. It would be many days before he would awaken, and when he did, he was ready for his life to begin anew.

Thanking the villagers for taking care of him he left them while they whispered their gossip about who the man was, and how he'd ended up the way he did. Mitsunari was determined to join the things he once hated, he was determined to become a member of the great ninja villages. Searching the area's near the Iron country he found that none of the ninja villages had the ruthlessness needed to survive in the world. They proved to be more peaceful that he would have wanted, and from his experiences, Mitsunari knew that peace was just a lie told to keep the masses happy.

It would two months before Mitsunari would finally find a place worthy of his prowess and mind. When on a boat to get to the island of Nagi Mitsunari was practicing his meditation when he was approached by a figure in a shroud. This figure was intrigued by this unmarked man practicing chakra. When the figure asked what nation he served Mitsunari simply replied he was looking for someone to hire him. The two spent the next couple of days getting to know each other better. Mitsunari reliving his life to the figure, and the figure revealing it's secrets to him. Mitsunari learned the figures name was Nene Takenaka, a kunoichi from the village of Kirigakure. By the end of the boat trip Nene was convinced that she had found herself a worthy recruit for her village, someone with a strong enough conviction to deal the kind of work Kirigakure dealt.

For the remainder of the journey to the island in which Kirigakure resided Mitsunari and Nene spent their time discussing the finer points of war. The two eventually grew to become quite fond of each other in the small amount of time they spent together. By the time they reached Kirigakure's island they were in love. Arriving in the village with swift haste Mitsunari was dragged out in front of the Mizukage. The Mizukage looked Mitsunari from top to bottom, examining this person as if he was a possible spy or assassin. The Mizukage looked at Mitsunari with a deadly glare and asked him "What purpose does wasted life serve?" Mitsunari contemplated the question for a moment before answering, "It serves none at all, that is why all life must have a purpose." The Mizukage nodded and waved off Mitsunari and told to give the man the rank of genin, he would prove his worth.

Chuunin Arc

Mitsunari soon proved himself to be a valuable asset to the ninja village. Proving his combat prowess immediately against his cohorts he struck himself out as a star player among the genin's. This could be attributed to the difference in age between Mitsunari and the others, or the amount of training he had recieved since Mitsunari and Matsamune took over Iron Country. Nevertheless Mitsunari was able to establish dominance over the genin's proving that he was worthy of joining the village. Of course he needed to prove this to the entire village, he needed to prove himself to every single person, except for one. Nene knew exactly what he was capable of.

The majority of Mitsunari's time had been spent completing missions that were well below his skill level. The menial work that was usually given to keep the genin's appeased. Any downtime they forced on him was spent with Nene, she always made sure that she would be able to spend time with the man she fell in love with. They would discuss the direction the world was going in, she seemed to love politics more than anything else. This irritated Mitsunari who had been exposed to the harshness of human politics early in his life. Mitsunari grew tired of the embarrassment of working on such lackluster jobs. But before he knew it, it was time for him to experience a deadly challenge.

During the night Mitsunari was approached by his lover with an option. He would either choose to stay as a genin and stay with her, his life safe from harm. Or enter the upcoming Chuunin exams, in which there was a fine possibility that he would be killed during the exams. Mitsunari hadn't yet heard of the exams and was eager to advance his rank in the world, to give his name meaning once more. Giving his choice to Nene she begrudgingly left and brought his answer to the leader of his squad. They would leave the village in a week to go to the village of clouds for the chuunin exam. Mitsunari spent the week preparing himself with Nene for the challenges that he was to face.

In his travels to the village of clouds Mitsunari started to learn more and more about the team he had such utter disinterest in before. He learned that his team consisted of two orphaned children who grew up together and were sent to the ninja academy together. Mitsunari felt a immense bond with the two who shared a somewhat similar upbringing, them having felt the hard facts of life early in their life as well. Their Jonin leader however was a ruthless person. Having served in the Oinin before leaving to pursue "personal reasons." All four grew to know each other, and at the very least, respect one another. At the arrival at the village of the clouds the team was immediately brought to the testing grounds, the team just barely making it to the village in time. The first test consisted of a written test requiring the students to explain the chakra that flowed through their bodies. Having been taught this extensively by his master before Mitsunari was able to finish the written test first and pass it with flying colors.

The second test was something much more difficult. The test was different than the previous test in many ways, but it was indeed simple. They were dropped off in the mountains of lightning country and had to find their way to the rally point in which the test directors would be waiting. There was a more insidious plot about this test though. The team was dropped off at a fair distance away from the rally point but in an open clearing leading to a mountain pathway directly to the rally point. Mitsunari found this oddly suspicious and constantly advised against using the easy objective to reach the rally point in a single day. His partners were over eager to prove themselves against their foes and insisted to take the mountain path. This proved to be the mistake of this test. While moving up the path Mitsunari was alerted by a scream from one of his teammates, who had a three foot long chunk of wood protruding from his leg. As Mitsunari had suspected, the area was fitted with traps to kill those who tried to take an easy way out. The team was than conflicted, they would be able to navigate quite more easily if they left their injured comrade behind. This however was shown to be unacceptable by his other comrade. After an hour of arguing Mitsunari finally relented and decided to be a forward observer to watch for traps to make sure the team made it through the valley without any further damage. This proved to lessen their score, and while they were not the first to arrive at the rally point, they were not the last.

It would be many hours before Mitsunari and his comrade would get any news about their injured partner. It took many hours and calming down and comfort to his partner to keep him in a sane state of mind. Eventually the news reached them, their partner would live, but he would not be able to walk on the leg ever again, thus he would never be useful to the village. This brought down a cold realization to Mitsunari, everyone's life could be ended without death. And uselessness was a fate worse than death. Mitsunari and his partner were moved along to the next area, where they would combat other teams in front of judges. Mitsunari found this entire exam to be barbaric, and wondered exactly how advanced the ninja society could be if they used such tactics to breed their warriors. Because of their lost team member Mitsunari's team was condemned to be the seeded team, one that would only get one chance to show their skill to the judges. They would only get one fight to prove their power.

Mitsunari's opponent was chosen at random from the opposing teams. The name of his opponent was Aoi Yanonambe from the village of kumogakure no sato. Mitsunari and Aoi were brought down into the execution grounds of the village, a place that was currently being used as a combat zone for the chuunin exam. A place where they could battle, and any death would be quite at home. Put on opposing sides of the field his opponent didn't waste any time for the announcer to say go. Immediately shooting a bolt of lightning at Mitsunari. Mitsunari had little time to react, barely being able to dodge out of the way. His opponent was always on his every move. Mitsunari was stuck in a perpetual state of defense, not even having enough time to take out his blade. Mitsunari had to find a way to get his opponent to back off quick, or the fight would be over. Being able to string together a series of hand seals Mitsunari unleashed a storm of wind around him, the fierce gusts proved to be the opening that Mitsunari needed. Unsheathing his blade he took the offensive against Aoi. No longer having the advantage of overwhelming force Aoi was sent reeling by the advanced skills of Mitsunari. Ten minutes into the fight Mitsunari felt that prolonging the battle any longer would be purely embarrassing to the boy he fought. Deciding to end it in style Mitsunari whipped his leg against the back of Aoi's head in a roundhouse kick than proceeded to swiftly slash his blade against the belt of the enemy ninja. The entire attack achieving the effect of Aoi falling flat on his face, ass in full view of the judges. Mitsunari felt smug satisfaction, deciding that this was much less embarrassing than making the fight last any longer. It would only be a few hours before the results were released, Mitsunari had passed to become a chuunin, as had his partner. And comically, so did Aoi.

Jonin Arc

Mitsunari felt that his life as a chuunin was much more fitting than his life as a genin. The missions had some semblance of a challenge than the picking of weeds or taking out of trash. With his advancement in rank came a new team, which consisted of career ninja's who had not the leadership skill for the Jonin rank but were much more skilled than the genin. But the most important thing to Mitsunari was that he was in the team led by Nene. If anything this could afford a greater experience as a team. Nene told Mitsunari that his life would get only more complicated as he tried to advance himself in life, and that he of all people should know that everything came with a price.

It would be a few years before Mitsunari would have a notable event in his life. At his birthday marking him twenty four years old he was approached by an emissary of the Mizukage. The emissary told him that he was to read this note in utter secrecy. The man disappeared from sight as Mitsunari opened to read the note. The note read that the Mizukage had decided to give Mitsunari a test to prove if he was worthy of the rank of Jonin. The note told him that there was a defector sneaking about the slums of the village, if he could defeat the person than he would gain the rank of Jonin. Realizing this for the potential opportunity that it was he gathered together an ensemble that would disguise his appearance. Escaping off into the night Mitsunari left for the slums of Kirigakure no sato, he would find this defector and kill them. No one could stop his ambition to change this world.

The search took hours to track down the defector. They had been searching the slums, apparently looking to track down another. This piqued Mitsunari's interest, what could the defector possibly be looking for. Stalking the defector for quite some time he found that this person was not trying to just escape, he was trying to kill someone before he left. This was for sure. It would be an hour before the defector would get into a compromised position once more, but when he did, Mitsunari took advantage of it. Leaping from the building above Mitsunari thrust his blade into the chest of the defector from behind. Mitsunari felt a cold sensation tingling from his heart as he heard a familiar female voice cough out the word fuck. Eyes opening wide in fear Mitsunari ripped the face rap off the defector to find that the person he'd been contracted to find was his lover, Nene. Questioning why she'd defect from the village she explained with her dying breath that she had been told by the Mizukage personally there was a infiltrated ninja trying to kill Mitsunari. Holding Nene close Mitsunari wept openly as she died from his blade. He realized the kind of ruthlessness that the Mizukage expected from his ninja. It was this day that he learned that his leader was proving a point, there was to be no one that his Jonin's would not be able to kill. Carrying her body to the Mizukage's palace the Mizukage sadistically congratulated Mitsunari for accomplishing the task. The Mizukage recognized the cold emptiness that showed a hallow person that would be able to kill as ordered, no matter the person. The Mizukage crowned Mitsunari the jonin to take the place left open by the death of Nene. And this is how Mitsunari would act for the next year of his life, acting as a jonin, overseeing the training of genin, eventually taking control of a squad himself. But Mitsunari learned one thing from his life, Ambition was the death of ones soul.

Role-Play Sample: Taken from previous rp as Urutora Zonbi on Naruto Joukaiden.

Quote :: Urutora was overjoyed. It had been a great week, he had been given a week off after becoming a chunin to let his body rest after the beating he had taken from fighting the ninja from iwagakure no sato. He felt his chest tighten at the thought of the man from iwagakure, he was a large beast of a man who wore tribal like clothing, but the fight was brief, if he was going to act like a caveman, he would get treated like a caveman. Scoffing at the thought he chuckled to himself at the thought of the man getting eaten by a large lizard type beast. That would be perfect. It was then that the thought of the genin who had saved him came to mind, he believed his name was Yuurei or something. He had spoken to the small boy about the lazy bastard known as the kazekage shortly before he had been in the fight with the large man, apparently Yuurei had finished off the man and supposedly killed him and then called for help for Urutora. "Guess i shouldn't bite him to death...oh well." But if the genin had killed the beast man, why was he heading to the execution grounds to interrogate him right now. After his week was up he had gotten a unmarked message under his door, the message had told him that he was to report to the execution grounds to interrogate the beast man. He was not one to question his orders, but he was curious.

It was the dead of night, the cold air caressing his skin. Overall it was a great night to beat someone half to death. Walking through the narrow tunnel he was told to go in he felt a odd presence in the air, he couldn't quite tell but it felt like someone was watching him, he just didn't like it at all. Passing the threshold of the entrance to the pit he saw the bestial man sitting on his knee's chained up by his wrists to two directions. His head snapped up to see the new arrival, hot hate burned in his eyes as he eyed the new chunin. It was safe to say that the man remembered the boy who had embarrassed him and brought him basically to his doom. "So you bring half a dozen goons and their boss to finish the job? Think you can't take me Puny Sand Worm?" In an instant Urutora knew what he meant, behind him stood six figures in dark black robes and various masks that resembled animals. Next to the bestial man was a stocky man who's skin appeared to be darkened from the many many years in the desert, his face and body seemed to have taken many wounds themselves as well. The man stared deep into Urutora and he felt a need to cower before him, but he didn't. Staring down the man he finally spoke, "You took him down. He took you down. You were rewarded for your prowess in battle and now it's time for you to show your information gathering skills." The man spoke in a voice with a deep gravel, it seemed he had seen his own share of battle.

The men behind Urutora spread apart as the darkened man walked past Urutora and behind the Mirage members. Looking down at the bestial man he felt a smile play across his face, he was seething with rage and tried to rip himself from the restraints on his wrists, but it was to no avail. Those restraints were bolted deep into the sand, it would take half a millennium of sand withering to break them or dig the bolts out, he was not going to get out from brute strength or chakra. Moving closer to him he looked down upon the man as he was practically about to explode at the Urutora, it looked like his was trying to intimidate the newly christened chunin, but that sort of tactic would not work on him, never would it work on him. The man bared his teeth at Urutora in a tribal challenging fashion, Urutora smiled as he drove his knee straight into the nose of the man, causing a stream of blood to flow from both nostrils. The man spit at the feet of Urutora and he felt a grin cross about his face, the fun was about to begin with this interrogation, the night is still young, and he would enjoy his time.

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Quote :: Name: Fūton: Rendan no Gufū
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Element: Wind
Description: This jutsu uses a fan to manipulate the air near them to create a small tornado that spins at a very high speed. This tornado is directly connected to the chakra of the user and thus can be moved accordingly by the user with careful movements of the fan to manipulate the air currents inside the tornado. Requires Fan or some other wind enhancing weapon.

Explain how the jutsu is connected to the chakra of the user.

Quote :: The hilt is made of a fine metal that is worked into the form of a green and brown curling snake that finishes with the snake head at the bottom of the hilt.

What fine metal?

- Apart from that, this app looks good to go. Smile

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Well if i may i would gladly explain that ^^

It's far fetched but it's naruto :3 as we all know the chakra of a person is unique, much like the DNA of a person. When a person releases chakra as a way of performing a jutsu they form the chakra into said elemental attacks via the hand signs, these hand signs in turn mold the chakra into a attack against an opponent. What this jutsu does is takes a step further and molds the chakra as to bind to the user as it is created into an attack. The chakra from the body is then sent out in small signals much akin to a radio control to give orders to the tornado to move this way and that way. To put it simply :3 its a destructive R/C car ala tornado like.

And fine metal is just a broad term because i got too lazy to think of a real metal. The actual steel could be related to this here.

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Okay, sounds okay.

Approved. Smile

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Archived.