Re: Kumori Kasumi Michi

. Kumori Kasumi Michi (Shadow Mist Path)|:.
New Leader of Genshu Nori
Age: 17
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 160Lbs
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Bloodlimit: Kaishin

Releases [3/6]:

• Suiton no Jutsu (Water Release Skill)
  
• Fuuton no Jutsu (Wind Release Skill)
  
• Hyouton no Jutsu (Ice Release Skill)
  
• Open
  
• Open
  
• Open

Perceptions[1/4]:

• Phantasm
  
• Open
  
• Open
  
• Open

Clans [1/4]:

• Yamanaka
  
• Open
  
• Open
  
• Open

Fighting Styles [2/6]

• Krav Maga
  
• Kentoushi – Gladiator
  
• Open
  
• Open
  
• Open
  
• Open

Misc. [5/5]:

• Grand Master (saving)
  
• Grand Master (saving)
  
• Sealist
  
• Jack Of Trades (Extra 500tp Univ. Nin.)
  
• Open

• Kirigakure

• Aisuchuushin
  
• Gourd (Large)

• Slot 1: Binoculars #1
  
• Slot 2: Binoculars #1
  
• Slot 3: World Map
  
• Slot 4: Uzume-Bi
  
• Slot 5: Uzume-Bi
  
• Slot 6: Uzume-Bi
  
• Slot 7: Uzume-Bi
  
• Slot 8: Open
  
• Slot 9: Open
  
• Slot 10: Open
  
• Slot 11: Open
  
• Slot 12: Open
  
• Slot 13: Open
  
• Slot 14: Open
  
• Slot 15: Open

• Slot 1: Open
  
• Slot 2: Open
  
• Slot 3: Open
  
• Slot 4: Open
  
• Slot 5: Open
  
• Slot 6: Open
  
• Slot 7: Open
  
• Slot 8: Open
  
• Slot 9: Open
  
• Slot 10: Open
  
• Slot 11: Open
  
• Slot 12: Open
  
• Slot 13: Open
  
• Slot 14: Open
  
• Slot 15: Open
  
• Slot 16: Open

• Slot 1: Wire
  
• Slot 2: Wire
  
• Slot 3: Wire
  
• Slot 4: Wire
  
• Slot 5: Wire
  
• Slot 6: Wire
  
• Slot 7: Wire
  
• Slot 8: Wire
  
• Slot 9: Open
  
• Slot 10: Open
  
• Slot 11: Open
  
• Slot 12: Open
  
• Slot 13: Open
  
• Slot 14: Open
  
• Slot 15: Open

• None

Apathetic: He has always seem to be the type to have his uncaring attitude when it cam to many things. The only thing he ever seemed to pay attention to were his sensei’s and the Hokage, as his only goal in life that anyone could understand of him was to become a great Mist ninja. Ignoring whether something is right or wrong, he sticks to what he is told to do, otherwise he does as he pleases or sees fit to do depending on the situation at hand.

Tenacious: He has always been a persistent and headstrong person. He always does what he wants to do, never what anyone else wants him to do. This may seem somewhat contradicting as he does what his sensei’s and teachers ask of him, though this comes from his desire to be a great ninja and do great things for his village. Beyond doing as those mentioned ask of him, he does only what he wants and when he wants to do so, he feels no obligation to laws or to right or wrong.

Audacious: Many times has his confidence gotten him into an extraordinary amount of trouble. He is very unrestrained and bold, he is also one who is quick to tell one so, he holds to restraint for no one. He is often found with his teammates where he gets into the most trouble, as his audaciousness goes for them as well, he feels if one member of the team is challenged, then the whole team is challenged, and he is challenged as well.

Trenchant: Whether he is with his teammates, or alone, he is almost always in a meditative state. Constantly watching his entire surroundings, paying very close attention to the people around him. If one watches him, he will most likely have a very focused, yet relaxed look on his face as he cuts his eyes to glance around. This heightens his intellect as he has grown with his keen sense in picking up little things from pick pockets, to incoming assassination attempts when he notices something is wrong or out of place, an much more.

Discerning: Even from a young age, he was one of the top of his class as well as he excels in games such as Shogi and Go. He pushes himself with difficult puzzles, as well as many other challenging things to test his mind every day. He considers it a part of his extensive training to keep every part of himself in the best shape possible. This also helps him keep his senses in top shape for missions, as well as keeping himself in a good position to make up strategies for battle. Among other things, he seems very pleased with himself as to how he has matured and grown over the years.

Hair: Starting with his hair, his favorite color is black and he shows it very well. Even with his hair, starting with black roots, his hair seems to be a vast darkness. His hair is always stylish even though he never does anything with it. He merely gets out of bed, runs his fingers through his hair, and off he goes.

Eyes: His eyes have always been a deep, dark, piercing blackness. Looking into his eyes are like looking into the depths of a midnight sky. He has never been one so easy to read, and his eyes compliment such. Some say looking into them is disturbing or even troublesome, while others say it’s like watching ocean waves and how it calms them. He also has two black dots under each eye, no one is sure of why they are there or what they stand for, and anyone who cares enough to ask already knows him and doesn’t see the need to ask anymore.

Skin: His skin color is extremely pale. He has always been told he has extremely soft and smooth texture to his skin, he has never ha any problems with bumps an such. Though his skin is smooth and he has never had any problem with bumps, without his shirt he is seen covered in scars from training when he was young and previous missions among other training. His back and chest are the worst spots from a near fatal experience he had training with his father when he was young.

Clothing: He wears a robe that covers most of his lower and upper body, while underneath he wears nornal shinobi pants and shoes. He also has on a small mask that looks as if it is a part of his robe, which he uses to cover half of his face. He wears black shoes to compliment the other black he is wearing.

Father: Gihen Michi Kaishin - A very strong and stern man, he never really showed a gentle side towards his son, or anyone else for that matter. Though he was very strict father, he did take his son out for training when he had the time to do so. When he was not doing missions or spending time with his family, he could usually be found out under the largest tree in the family’s yard resting, which is most likely where his son grew his fondness for falling asleep under the trees from.

Mother: Itonami Yamanaka - His mother was a gentle and kind woman who above all costs watched over her children and made sure they were fed and safe. His father had met her while
on a mission to Hi No Kuni and had brought her back with him. She
had become a missing nin in the name of love. She was accepted
into the new village with open arms, except by those who had worry of Hi No Kuni's retaliation if they found her there and Mizu No
Kuni had not sent them word.

Siblings: Shinsou Michi - His brother died at age six, the cause
of death was determined murder. Apparently Shinsou had a nightmare one night and followed his parents out while they were
leaving for a mission. Trying to follow them he was abducted and
later cut limb by limb and the pieces sent back home. It is believed
that this is what led to the Michi parents disappearing and being
later found dead themselves.

---------------------------------------------------------


The beginning: Age Six.

Being born into a village with a title such as “The Bloody Mist” can be difficult on most children, but with his father and mother the way they were, complimenting each other’s personalities, it was fairly easy. His earliest memories are from the early age of six. His very first memory is of his mother hugging him as he left with his father for a small training exercise. His mother wasn’t exactly thrilled about his training, as she knew the life it would lead him into. His father was very strict about his training as well, whenever he failed to do something perfect the first time, even if he got it right the next time, he would force him to do the jutsu a thousand times over.

Of course being from the village of mist, his father made it even more difficult by training in the thickest parts of the mist where he would adapt to fighting in such harsh conditions. Though it may have seemed cruel he was well aware that his father was preparing him for a world just as harsh as his training. He was trained in everything from seeing in deep mist, holding his breath under water, throwing weapons, controlling water and ice, dodging, all the way down to evading, luring, or tracking down an enemy.

When his father was away on missions or sleeping, his mother had her own way of training him in her free time. She would start with giving him a bucket of water and having him focus his chakra until he could control the water at a whim. Eventually he graduated from buckets of water to ponds, and from there to controlling ice. Starting with small blocks of ice and turning it into mist, then growing into breathing in normal air and breathing it back out as freezing cold.

His mother and father also had what he called the “boring training”. Which when it came to his mother meant learning to cook and find food for himself, onto how keeping your weapons and such clean and organized would aid you in ways most shinobi over look. There was much more for him to learn, though he was only six and they thought it too much to keep pushing him.


A Faint Start: Age Eight.

It was a mere three days after his eighth birth day that he was enrolled and entered into the academy. He was one of the youngest in the classes, his parents made sure he was placed in advanced classes a year ahead of what he was supposed to be in, his parents managed to do so by pulling favors with the higher ups they were friends with.

Between training with his parents, training by himself, academy homework, and academy class work he had no time for friends or anything else of that nature. The only other thing he had time for was sleep, and half of the time he didn’t even have time for the proper amount of sleep. Since he was beginning to go through more strenuous times where he had more on his mind and things were more complicate for him, on days when he did not have school, his mother would use acupuncture and chakra to help him release tension as well as smooth out his chakra and relax.

Whenever he did manage to find extra time to himself, he either spent it thinking about things under a tree like his father, or getting one of his teachers to give him extra training. He didn’t mind pushing himself harder, if he did he would have complained much sooner about the training his parents put him through, but at this point it was merely one more daily activity he was used to.

Though there were times when he wondered about having friends, he pushed the thought from his mind and continued on with his training. He trusted his parents and teachers to keep pushing them, one had to be as strong as the world around them, no, even stronger than the world around them he thought to himself. It was only two months into academy training and between school and his parents he had slowly become addicted to training and pushing himself harder. His goal was not even to be the best, but to grow stronger, not even to be the strongest person in the world, just to be better than he already is or was.

A year later he celebrated his ninth birthday, of course his parents asked him what it was he wished for. He gave quite a abnormal answer for someone his age, yet normal at the same time as that expected of him. He replied instantly with a smile that he wanted harder training; he wished to be stronger than he already was. Of course this thrilled his father, though his mother was not quite as excited. Either way his wish was granted as it was a new year and his advanced classes at the academy grew more complicated and diverse, as well as his father’s training became way more complicated and began to weigh on him.

The new training his father gave him would range from leaving him in mist-covered forests with random traps set, to fist fights between the two. His father had even begun to go as far as having multiple clones fight with him at the same time, each time he failed another clone was sure to be added to push him, though if he won two more clones were added to push him even farther.


A Near End: Age Ten.

At age ten he had given his parents the same wish he had when he had turned nine, it seemed this would become a reoccurring event with him. Something about his newfound attitude and goals, she wasn’t sure what to make of her worry so she kept it to herself, she would hate to start something over nothing. Though it would soon come to her attention that she had every reason to worry, it was over her son, so she had every reason to worry anyway, that was part of being a mother; to worry about one’s offspring.

His training had grown very extensive, from training himself with clones that he learned how to make at the academy, to training with his parents, triple the academy homework from the previous year, to now having partners in class that had to train with each other. On top of everything, his mother had been starting to teach him the ways of her family, the Yamanaka, which was a difficult experience in itself for them both. Though he loved the training, he did not care much for the partners, only because he was used to how he had been training for the last four years, little did he know that the very same training he was used to, was about to change his life.

Only six months into his third year, his father had a week of guaranteed time without a mission, so he offered to take his son into the forests for training. He of course agreed to go with his father for the training as it promised to prove harder than anything he had been through this far. He quickly ran to his room to prepare and pack the things he would need for his trip into the forests.

It started out with simple hiding techniques and hunting skills for tracking and evading enemies. Though it quickly moved onto harder training that his father had been holding back from him. He had been begging his father for harder training since they arrived at their destination. So on the third day he agreed to give him what he had been asking for. He quickly ran through the forest they were in as he was instructed, though he quickly found out that this was no ordinary training.

It started simple with just a few kunai or shuriken coming from the bushes and trees at him, which were easily dodged. Though it escalated into two of his fathers clones coming out of no where and engaging him in hand to hand combat as they continued at a high rate of speed through the trees. As he kept up with the two clones, two more appeared an engaged him in combat, now using weapons as well as hand to hand and simple ninjutsu. It wasn’t much longer before things became really serious.

One of the clones managed to cut his side leaving a small cut on his side, it was not a serious injury though it was enough to distract him from the fight at hand. Things quickly went down hill for him, another clone punched him in the face while another used a kick that sent him flying into a tree only to fall to the ground and land face first. As soon as he managed to get back up, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. As he looked down all he could see was blood and metal.

Ten shuriken had been thrown into his chest, though that was not the last of what was to come. Two of the clones dropped down from above, slicing his back in a x formation as they landed. Blood flew from his back as he began to black out and fall to his knees, his father realizing what had happened quickly dismissed his clones and grabbed his son as he hit the ground. Proud of him for how long he lasted, he ran him to the mist village’s hospital for recovery.

Seeing With New Eyes: Age Eleven.

It was six months before he had fully recovered from the events in the forest while he was training with his father. Thinking back to that day all he could really remember besides the cuts was waking up in the hospital and seeing everything in crimson from where his eyes were completely covered in his own blood. Immediately followed by darkness from blacking out again.

From that day forward, he never asked his parents for more training, neither did they offer to train him. His father was not sorry for what he had done, but merely refused to be the reason for his son’s death. Though he did not gain anything physically beyond scars from that experience, he grew tremendously. He now viewed life in a much different fashion. It takes a lot for an eleven year old to mature, and that was a lot. After getting out of the hospital he refuse to post pone any of his training, though he was healed as far as doctors were concerned, his body still pained him when he tried to train.

Two months after being released he found it was still difficult to do even the simplest of training exercises. It was around midnight and he was still training, though he quickly fell to his knees holding his chest as the pain shot throughout his body like lightening. He knew the times ahead would be more difficult than anything he had experienced thus far.


A Destined Gathering: Age Thirteen.

By the time he had turned thirteen, he had grown so much more than he had expected. It would seem his growth was for the better, as he had graduated the head of his advance classes in the academy a year earlier even after his six-month absence while he was injured. Despite how his life was going for him, it wasn’t all well in the Mist village, there were rumors of a strange death floating around the village amongst adults and children alike.

Not even a month after he had turned thirteen, it would seem the rumors of the mysterious deaths were true, as the people who had died, their son was orphaned. Not only had he found this information out, but also he found out that his parents had volunteered to take in and raise the child. Not that he had a problem with another person living under the same roof as him, however, he was a bit curious about the child. Not so much about the child himself, but about his parents and how in the village of Mist they suddenly up and died of “spontaneous combustion” out of nowhere when they were perfectly healthy. At least they knew his name, Shinsou Kaishin.

What was to occur next was just as unexpected. Several months
after the child was adopted, Kumori's own parents were found dead. When the news reached him, no questions were asked, no tears were shed. Instead, he left the new child with another family and went into hiding within Kirigakure. Kumori would not abandon his country or his duties, but he would not be so easily found or bothered. He wanted to be alone, and so he was left for a time being.


An Undecided Future: Age Seventeen.

Four years passed after Kumori had went into a hiding state. It was finally time for him to return and become serious with life and do more than training. It was time for him to start doing missions for the village. It was also time for him to put his plans into motion, four years is a lot of time to think and plan…