Kumomusha Azerial

[Keva]

Name: Kumomusha Azerial
Age: Fourteen (14)
Height: Five foot two
Weight: One hundred thirty seven pounds
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Birth Country: Earth
Village: Stone
Special:

Shinobi Rank: 105/500

Major Specialization: Ninjutsu Specialist - Taijutsu Specialist

Minor Specialization: Puppetmaster - Archery

Releases: Doton no Jutsu (Earth Release) - Fuuton no Jutsu (Wind Release)

Mission Successes:

D: 0. C: 0. B: 0. A: 0. S: 0

Mission Failures:

D: 0. C: 0. B: 0. A: 0. S: 0.

Secondary Weapons:

5x Hikari (Light) Bomb (5 Slots Used)
10x Smoke Grenade (5 Slots Used)
20x Exploding Tags (5 Slots Used)

Primary Weapon:

Look Below - Orange in color

Personality:

DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder. Oh truly it's stench hung around Azerial, anyone who spent a matter of time with him could of been able to see this fact. After all, was it not rather apparent he suffered from split personality? Yet how many 'flavors' filled the chocolate box which was his brain? Three, and yet it could of been guessed that still more bubbled underneath the surface of his skin. Yet the question of the second was this... just what was these three flavors?

Why don't we start off with the every sweet cherry, yet is that truly a good or bad thing? All smiles and grins is what this flavor surely is.. a taste of personality which would oh happily snuggled into someone with a grin, and laugh at the simplest of jokes. A personality which would of followed someone through the worst of times, and followed through the best of times. Someone who could love, and someone who could cry. Someone who wasn't afraid to let their emotion be seen....

However, there exists a bland but still sweet flavor. Vanilla... some people call Vanilla plain and dull, some people call Vanilla yummy. Yet surely this taste of personality was all but that... truly one may of thought this taste of personality cherry due to the more than common redness upon those cheeks. And how could sweet and shy vanilla not? After all, when one looked about within this world we live in. Is there not such... 'filthy' things? Vanilla... truly a flavor to eat up.

Truly though... the most noticeable of changes would of surely been that of the third flavor. A flavor which was to make several who had befriended cherry and vanilla's eyes to grow wide, after all. Lemon... is quite a odd flavor. Many will turn away from it in disgust of it's sour flavor... others will become a addict of it. Abuse... pain.... love... are these not factors one may of found within that flavor?

Kumomusha Azerial... a lovely box of chocolate, and who doesn't enjoy chocolate. The question is, exactly what 'flavor' will you get?

Appearance:

Skin of brilliant tawny stretched across that slender and fit form of Azerial. A top that head there was a mass of blond hair, but as his hair slowly descended it took a darker tone, even going as far enough for the banes to have become brown. Concealed behind the banes was a delicate face, which beheld two baby blue eyes. Hiding the delicate neck was a leather collar, which simply held a glittering gem. But another accesory hung from that neck, a small little dog tag which was to read "Azerial". Jutting from either side of that torso was to be quite surprising additions, after all, did not three arms sit upon either side of that rather small torso? One below the other. Quite queer additions which was to lead to a lack of clothing upon that chest, after all. Did you truly expect to find a shirt with six sleeves? However that of lower region had been clad, thankfully for those eyes of the young. A pair of black bell bottom jeans hugged his hips. Zippers and pockets were truly in great surplus when it came to those jeans as well. Three in a row upon his right leg. A small little token was also upon that leg; a jokers face ever a laugh! But the left was kept almost bare! Only a small mesh pocket and zipper upon the left. A small chain dangled in sight, only attached to the side of his jeans. Oh accessories seemed to be all over the little guy! Even going far enough too have fishnet stockings upon each arm, and a silver ring present upon his top most right hand. Oh what was so special with the right side? Yet to those of the same sex, a small grin might be given to those deemed cute. Maybe even the more rare female. Those baby blue eyes seeking out the others until their eyes would mingle, and a slight curl of his onyx painted nail would act as a invitation to join his company.

Bloodlimit: N/A

Clan(s): Kumomusha Clan

NinJutsu Techniques:

Look Below - Purple in Color

GenJutsu Techniques:

Look Below - Blue in Color

TaiJutsu Techniques:

Look Below - Red in Color

History:

Look Below - Aqua in Color

[Keva]

Primary Weapons:

Puppet

-"C" Grade Class
-"B" Grade Material
-"C" Rank Puppet
-"C" Rank Slot

Name: Rook

Description: Human in shape Rook stands a amazing seven foot tall, exact none the less, and has seemingly enough bulk to be perhaps two hundred or so pounds. Normally found walking beside that of his owner, Kumomusha Azerial, it has been more than once that Rook has been mistaken as a bodyguards of sorts. Then again how could Rook not of been taken as human? Such intricate detail had been sculpted into that of Rook's weathered wood. With skin the shade of bronze and muscle mass which would of made several a bodybuilder envious, truly it was no easy mistake that this puppet which was normally clad within that of a large traveling cloak of black cloth, even it's hood having been pulled over that of his head, could of been mistaken as human. After all, had not that of the head even been sculpted to resemble a human? A wig in the fashion of a buzz cut with black locks had been engraved into that of the puppet's skull, and into those once empty eye sockets two soft blue eyes had been placed. Oh truly Rook may of not been the delicate piece of art many a professional puppeteer may of sported, and yet he was perfect for Kumomusha Azerial. Rook was quite the powerful warrior.

Slot Use: 25/25

Poison Gas Bomb Launcher - A compartment that opens up along the body and drops out a number of Poison gas bombs. The compartment can be rigged as well in order to launch the said bombs that is stored within.

Placement: A compartment has been placed within the mouth of Rook as well a compartment installed into both knee caps and palms of his body. (10 Slots Used)


Flame Thrower - A specialized device that can be placed into the mouth or arms of the puppet, it releases a torrent of flames to raze the opponent.

Placement: A flamethrower has been installed into the middle finger of both of Rook's hands. (10 Slots Used)

Saw Blades - Blades are hidden within all over the arms and may be used as a chainsaw or may be able to used as small blades for they are attached on the other end of the arms.

Placement: Sawblades have been installed into both of Rook's arms from the elbow to the wrist with a blade which extends out three inches. (5 Slots Used)

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Ninjutsus:

Kumomusha Clan Jutsus:

Total TP from this Group: 105

The Ritual of the Spider
Materials: 4 wooden arms, carved perfectly(500 Ryo each), a knife, ink, 4 scrolls(Special: 2000 Ryo each), 8 spiders, 12 Kumomusha Clan Members, 1 medic(can not be one of the Kumomusha members). (all may be NPCed by Staff)
Special: ---
Preperation: Eight Kumomusha members cage 8 spiders and lay them at certain points in the room, forming a circle. Painting ink onto the ground, the other 4 Kumomusha clan members draw a large spider with each leg ending on one of the 8 caged spiders. Laying the participant onto the ground in the middle of the spider these four stand at each point on the body where a new arm will be attached. The Eight other members of the Clan stand behind each spider and then sit. The four beside him then begin the ritual, while a medic stands outside the circle.
Description: Cutting a deep cut into the four spots where the arms are to be attached, the Kumomusha Clan members slowly begin to chant ancient dialogue that goes along with it. Forming handsigns chakra begins to flow into the spider symbol. Glowing blue it sends chakra into the target. The four Kumomusha members, each having one arm with them, places an arm onto the spot where the arm is to be attached, making them fit into the cut part of the body they tie a scroll which has ritualistic runes drawn on it, onto the arm and then began to form handsigns. Those outside keep chakra flowing into the body parts. Suddenely the wooden arms become real, and they begin to insert into the body, the whole body reforming internally due to the 8 on the outer circle. The body reforms to where it can bear 4 arms. The medic enters and begins to do healing hands on each arm, molding it onto the body finally. The Clan Members all begin to chant again and then the new member is taken to the hospital for healing. In about a week they will be healed enough to return to fighting.
Effects: Gives member 4 arms.
Drawback: Member does not start with 1000 Ryo if they start with this, due to having to get ritual done. If buying into the Clan with 20000 Ryo, must buy materials for 10000 Ryo totaling 30000 Ryo for procedure.
Limit: Born with, if not Total of 30000 Ryo to perform ritual. THIS Ritual takes up two slots if you are part of the clan by birth. If you are not by birth it takes up Four Slots.



Kumo Nento (Spider Sticking Spit)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Spits spiderweb at opponent, once hit he can pull or swing them in any direction he wants, as long as he is strong enough to.
Special:---
Drawback: If opponent is stronger in rank, they can pull against him and hurl him, if even nothing happens, if weaker they are thrown.
Description: Emitting a stream of spider web from his mouth, Kidōmaru will grab onto a nearby opponent. The thread will run from his mouth directly to his foe. If the opponent is in the air, he can move his head and body to swing them wherever he wants.
Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan



Times Trained: 3

Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)

Puppetmaster Jutsus:



Learned: 1 Time

Distance: 10 Meters

Kugutsu no Jutsu, 傀儡の術 (Puppet Technique)
Rank: "C" ; "B" ; "A" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The Ability where the user controls a puppet with strings of chakra. The puppet is capable of attacking an opponent with any weapons hidden inside of it. This technique is effective from long distances since the chakra strings can extend; they are also invisible, so the puppet can be used from a hidden location.
Special: Must be a Puppeteer
Drawback: Must be learned multiple times in order for the distance to increase. The more objects or Puppets used, the distance decreases, this means that if you have two puppets with a hundred meters of distance each puppet can go at a maximum of fifty meters each.
Description: The user is capable of controlling a puppet depending on the distance of the puppet. If the puppet surpasses a certain distance then the chakra strings simply disconnect leaving the puppet down along the floor. The Chakra strings can not be seen by regular eyes but those who have the capability of seeing chakra can truly notice such a technique. When first learned the technique allows the user a maximum of ten meters of distance. After each time learned the user can increase the distance of Ten Meters. When the user reaches up to a hundred meters then it is harder for a user to gain more distance so the training would go up to a B Rank training as the distance increases Ten Meters every time learned. After three hundred Meters, then the training becomes more difficult once more as the training ranks up to A Rank, at this moment the distance is unlimited.
Limit: Must be known multiple times.



Times Learned: 1

Slots: 20 Slots

Surotto Etoku スロットえとく(Slot Understanding)
Rank: "C" ; "B" ; "A" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Slot understanding is the understanding of Slots, the more slots a puppeteer knows the more puppets they can control. This means that if a puppeteer wishes to control a Large Puppet they must know Forty Slots. This means that if a user knows Eighty Slots they can control one Huge Puppet, or One Large Puppet with Two Medium Puppets, or Four Medium Puppets.
Special: Must be a Puppeteer.
Drawback: Must be learned multiple times in order for the person to use more then one puppet. The more puppets you know the smaller distance you have when using The Puppet Technique. A limit though is stopped by how many puppets can be controlled. A Normal Puppet master is only capable of controlling up to Ten Puppets at a time, this means one puppet per finger. The only way a user is capable of controlling more then ten puppets at a time by chakra strings is if they use the Hitokugutsu (Human Puppet) on them self.
Description: A puppeteer automatically knows twenty slots, this enables them to control One Medium sized Puppet or two small sized puppets. The more you go into Slot understanding the more you can control. Each time learned the user learns five more Slots. When the user reaches up to a hundred slots, the it gets harder for a user to use multiple objects and the training raises up to B Rank. When the user reaches up to three hundred slots, then the training goes up another rank of A Rank as the training becomes endless after that.
Limit: Must know Ningyoutsukai Seigyo Keii Chuui Kajuu (Puppeteer Mastery Light and Medium Weight) Along with this. Must be learned



Ningyoutsukai Seigyo Keii Chuui Kajuu (Puppeteer Mastery Light and Medium Weight)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: ---
Effect: Enables the user the capability of using a puppet within the Light and Medium Weight Division with great Ease and without Hassle.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With this type of skill a puppeteer has full understanding of how puppets of the Light and Medium Weight Division work. They are capable of using the puppet with full effect, they are capable of understanding every component of the puppet to where they are capable of using the puppet to any extent. This is the starting usage of the division that allows the puppeteer to enable of certain types of techniques that help a puppeteer survive such as Henge, Shunshin, and other types of techniques.
Limit: This is the basis and knowledge of puppetry. Without this the user is unable to use their puppets, must also know a knowledge of Twenty Slots of Puppetry.

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Genjutsu:

None

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TaiJutsu:

None

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History:

Born into Iwagakure no Sato's section of the Kumomusha clan, a rather small section of the scattered and few remaining clansman, Azerial was quickly to be subjugated to a role whether he liked it or not. With such dwindling numbers the Kumomusha clan was in need of a powerful figure, one who could lead this clan from it's days of plight back into the glorious days in which it had once been a respected clan with many a clansman... what type of fools was they to put such responsibility upon such a young child? A child who was before even his first year upon this Earth could pass was to subjugated to the clan's odd ritual... the child at such a young age before he could even remember had been cursed with the addition of six arms. Truly this sudden change later in life may of been dramatic.. and yet now Azerial was to grow up thinking his addition of arms quite natural and right, oh truly the children of the Academy he was to visit later within his life was going to prove this wrong to him in the most emotionally damaging of manners. After all, is that not the nature of children? To mock and be scared of what was different from them? To refuse adaption? The answer was to become quite apparent... and yet the tortures of the Academy was yet to come.

From days as far back as Azerial could remember training had filled his life... hazardous training in which no quarter was given from even that of his own clansmen who expected him to excel at even such a young age. Oh how they was wrong. Insults and curses was to ever fly in the direction of that innocent child as standards was to be left unmet, to that of a child who by the mere age of five was expected to have mastered the ability to maintain the constant flow of chakra from that silk which all of his clan could of expelled with the easiest of thoughts... oh how the ability to harden it and maintain it's texture though was to seemingly elude the child. That was the reasoning for those insults which had been flung ever constantly at the young Azerial... the young Azerial who was left to train diligently as emotion was to be swallowed. Emotion which was to act as the base to those events which unfolded at the Academy...

Yet that is still skipping to far ahead within that of our story... After all, where would the years of his life through the age of five and eleven seemingly gone? Vanished within the sands of time? Surely not... after all. Those years was to become quite memorable for that of young Azerial. I mean, was they not the years in which a accident was to lead to what he had thought his one true calling?

Azerial was roughly into his sixth year when the actual accident was to occur... as always that of the child who had yet to be released into the horrors and dangers of the outside world had been cooped within the large, barely occupied, worn down compound which had once served as the housing of nearly one hundred clansmen, and Azerial was as always thrown from person to person within that of the compound, which had perhaps a population of twenty people, all of which attempting to bring out what they desired from the child. A savior of their clan...

And it was so that of young child was forced upon the receiving end of quickly coming blows, oh how did they truly expect that of a much lighter and smaller child to keep up with that of a adult within his prime within melee? It was impossible! No matter how fast those six arms and two legs of Azerial was to fly and bend in attempts to both defend and attack, nothing seemed truly successful. Oh if not for those heavily padded gloves the adult wore truly this could of meant the end for the slaving Azerial at even this young age. For it was to be many a year before his body was to develop into a more physically fit form. Yet despite padded blows, a sharp glancing blow across that of a right cheek is still a sharp glance. A blow which was to actually send that of the young Kumomusha tumbling over himself in confusion... only for a rather loud crack to fill the air and the high pitched wail of a child and the cursing of a adult. The young Azerial had broken his left leg within that of his fall.

Oh truly Azerial was to curse this fall within the early days of his recuperation, after all did not this cut into the one trait that of the Kumomusha clan actually thought good about the boy? His light form's agility within combat with the added blessing of his additional limbs insuring them within his future he would be quite a force to be dealt with within melee. And it was with this option now taken away only one remained... to attempt to hone that ability to manipulate chakra which had slipped away from him so far. Was this actually the answer the clan had been waiting for?

Stuck within his bed it was now people came to and from to him, bringing with them ideas of how to bring a understanding of chakra molding to that child was barely six. Many tried, all but one failed... diagrams, in detail explanations, examples, and more was all to be defeated by the child's inability to grasp it. And yet there was one thing which the child of such age was able to sink his teeth into... puppetry. While the one who was to bring this rather exotic example to the child was none other than that of Azerial's uncle. This man's name was Manya Rook, a man which had married Azerial's aunt. Rook himself was a man who came from one of Iwagakure no Sato's lesser known clans, and yet despite their renown it was still a clan to be respected. After all, was not every member of that clan a excelling user of puppets within battle? User's which needed a amazing amount of chakra control to be able to maintain multiple puppets within battle. Rook was to become the young Azerial's savior from the torment of his clan... for he was to teach the boy the art of chakra manipulation.

A small puppet of wood was given to that of the young Azerial, a fairly simple puppet at that. A mere wooden man without features and from each featureless part of it's body was that of thin almost invisible strings... was it truly this simple toy which was to bring the child to the manner of chakra manipulation which he sported today? The answer was to become quite apparent... after all, Rook was soon to be the only one who sat at that of the child's side during his days of injury. Rook was to be the one who sat next to that child with a grin and explained the mechanics of the doll before him.. a doll which with the simple tugs of strength would perform merely savage dances... yet a doll with the blessing of life force, or chakra, who could perform the most difficult of ballets with practice. What type of genius was this man to bring entertainment into his lessons? What type of genius was he to perform little mock battles with that of these wooden puppets, him using his own of course with the elegance of a sparrow while Azerial's own was to flip and flop with the elegance of a rhino... the child was hooked however.

Lessons which was arranged to be perhaps a hour in length daily was soon to stretch from the beginning of day to the wee hours of night, only separated for things such as eating and bathing, and yet it was with these lessons a grin had appeared upon that child's face, and a joyous glint had appeared within those eyes. The child at the young age of six had already discovered something to which he loved... and a man to which he loved to a degree any child's could. How could it not when they shared such fun games? When they shared such amusing jokes as their miniature puppets was to dance while the other savagely leaped. When they shared such interesting conversations that could last as long as their training may of... the boy had truly found a calling to which he loved, and yet it still served these days of fun and games played out a part within the hidden agenda. To help train the child's ability to manipulate chakra...

And the child responded to that hidden agenda... with time that puppet's savage and uncoordinated movements was to be replaced by the moves of a dancer... hands which had once hung loosely upon the ends of those arms was to come upright and fingers to respond to Azerial's will... and so it continued, that child never gaining room against that of Rook however who could only smile and chuckle softly while silently he reflected upon the child's improvement...

Yet, with improvement of basic skills comes the expansion of what is already there. A puppet which had stood perhaps five inches tall was to be replaced by one of rather life like proportions. Yet once more this doll was to lack physical features.. but to say it did not have hidden features which was to be explained would of surely been wrong. With a grin Manya Rook had decided to further expand this child's abilities with puppets... and how could he not when he knew Azerial had such potential with so many hands... and it was silently agreed by those who hoped Azerial to become their clan's saviors to fall into the hands of this man and be sculpted... after all, had he not been the best teacher of the boy so far?

And yet... right away came that of a snag, one which Azerial who was now nearing seven, and was able to once again stand and walk upon his leg yet was far from being physically active to a large degree, was to point out. The puppet lacked the strings the one before had... a statement which was to be met by a chuckle of Rook and met by the soft reply of "Thats right. You need to sculpt your own for your puppet now... you need to make strings out of your chakra and lead them to your new puppet.". A statement which could only be met with that of a gawking mouth and stare... was he crazy?

Once more Azerial was that of the bumbling student... one who could barely produce a mere five inches of these colorless and hard to break strings. Oh why would they not respond to him? For days Azerial was to slave over his efforts... and yet still there was a grin upon his voice and his mouth ever agape due to chuckling. For still beside him sat Rook, ever smiling and encouraging. Yet it was once more with time and dedication this was to change.. slowly it was to improve. Five inches... ten inches.. two feet... five feet.. and so on that of the boy was to daily improve, ever pressing his limits until he was on the point of sickness from his fatigue. The boy was determined... he would master this technique no matter how long it was to take him.

And so it was... the boy was soon to find the ability to create these strings and once more the child was in control of the doll.. yet to his dismay he was to discover something... these dolls required so much more practice to maneuver than those tiny dolls he had been started off with. While by no means the doll was to make the violent and savage jerks that he once caused the smaller doll to do a year back... he could of surely admitted it would be quite awhile before the doll was performing the intricate moves he had once done... yet with time even this was to change as all things do.

Three years... that was the actual matter of time needed for those techniques to be mastered... for every mechanic of the puppet to be understood inside and out. How to use the weapons with efficiency that they could store, down to how to manipulate even the smallest structure of the puppet. Yet with this knowledge can knowledge of limitations... to accept the fact there existed puppets to which would require much more experience before he could dream of using... and yet that was to come in the future from this moment, for it was to be upon his tenth birthday he was going to start the academy, and that in itself was not far off... and yet that of young child had already mastered himself a respected trade, yet was it to be his true calling within the end? The academy would surely answer this question...

It was at the age of ten the sheltered Azerial was to make his first steps outside of the family compound... skin which was to bronze to what it was today with time having become a dull brown with the lack of sunlight from all these years... nervously that child was to look at the outside world he had never explored... oh how at first it bit at his eyes, a fact which made him bring up one of his arms to shield his eyes from the great fireball which was the sun. Oh truly strange it must of looked to see a boy of such brown coloring attempting to hide his eyes. Yet it was with a few hours passing that of the boy who had sat below a tree and nibbled upon the lunch he was given was to grow used to the rather sudden change of environment in both lighting and heat, and the boy who had previously been hating his exposure to this world was to slowly admit the joy of it... the soft warmth of the grass between his toes... sun light trickling all over his body in random splotches, bringing a slight smile to his face as the leaves was to sway and the light move... the soft breeze which licked his face as he looked up into that of the bright blue sky... how could he not enjoy this day now that the lighting had become bearable?

Yet all to soon was this private picnic to come to a end, for Rook was to slowly shamble from that of the compound, a man's whose age had started to catch with him... already that head favored gray more than black, and yet still there was those two soft brown eyes of his. Filled with as much warmth as the Mother Earth Azerial had been taught to love and enjoy.. yet it was as Rook came right before Azerial he could not help but sigh softly as his hand was to dip into that of his pocket and bring forth that of a little doll.. the doll Azerial had once played with as a child. "I want you to have this for old times sake." Rook was to whisper in his soft tone before dropping the puppet into one of Azerial's hands which had raised itself. "Something to help you deal with your first few days at the Academy..." Rook was to whisper to the child of ten. Yet it was with that Rook was to turn and start shambling back inside... leaving the speechless Azerial to watch him as he went... what did he mean by helping him deal with his first few days? The thought was put aside however as that of a fellow clansman was to quickly approach him and tell him to get on to the Academy after quickly telling the directions. Did he honestly expect Azerial to remember his babbled words? With a blink Azerial was to slowly pocket that of the miniature puppet only yo turn and quickly depart. He may as well act as if though he knew where he was going... shouldn't he?

From that of the Kumomusha compound Azerial was to slowly go, into the first time ever into Iwagakure no Sato. How could the child not have a mixed emotion of fear and happy curiosity as each step was to lead him further to that of Iwagakure no Sato's gates, the compound having been set up perhaps twenty meters away from it's northwest gate. Yet despite the distance only being twenty meters a hill separated the two compounds, nether able to see the other from their respected positions... how could the child not be nervous yet curious? Slowly the child was to make his way to that of the hill's crest only to look down upon the city below... with curious eyes he was to look over it... it's great walls which was ever patrolled by that of uniformed figures... it's multiple gates all of which defended by the same men in uniform.. and yet past that of it's rough exterior was to be found that of the city. How could the child not happily smile as he was to actually break into that of run, ever eager to get a closer look of the city. Oh how foolish he was to find his hopes in latter days...

After all the trouble may of not started at the gates or amongst the streets, yet the Academy was to become a living hell. Oh how Rook was astute in his guesses that Azerial due to his odd build would be treated as a outcast at first... yet he was wrong upon one part. At first was certainly a understatement for no one could of expected what Azerial was to do so far into the Academy. However perhaps thirty minute into the actual class Azerial was eventually to arrive, and even that was because of the help of one of those men from the gates that Azerial was to backtrack too. So it was amazingly late the blushing Azerial was to make his way into that of the classroom, only for the instructing Chuunin to quite suddenly stop his lesson and gaze upon this odd child.. as well all of those within the classroom. Oh truly the Chuunin's thoughts must of ran along the lines of 'Oh boy', after all. Wouldn't you want to ease a student such as this into the classroom? Surely it didn't take long for someone to shout out their discovery of those arms, after all it was even at this young in his life the young Azerial had quite horrible distaste for upper apparel. Yet it was with this one shout many others was soon to follow.. leaving young Azerial only able to wiggle and stand there as the teacher attempted to silence the crowd which kept shouting in a mixed reaction of mocking to curiosity

However, with time order was to be returned and the young Azerial assigned a desk near the back of the room. A desk which was unpopulated besides for himself, after all. He would need the arm room... so it was into the back of the classroom Azerial was to sit, all the while victim of pointing and curious eyes.. oh why wouldn't they leave him alone? Slowly he was to dip down into that of his seat, hoping to escape the eyes of those which watched him. Yet there they still was... ever watching him, and he could only watch in embarrassed horror as children within the classroom was to turn and talk amongst themselves only to look up at him... surely he had become the piece of entertainment within the classroom. And he far from enjoyed the attention...

Yet as days was to pass slowly the attention he received grew less and less, it seemed as if though Azerial's odd body was becoming accepted. After all they had seen the Kumomusha clan within Iwagakure no Sato before, yet never before had they actually got to know them or talk to them in detail. Being of course due to the clan's rather small numbers within current day no matter where they was situated within this world... and yet it was with this passing of attention Azerial could not help but feel a sense of relief. So it was slowly he was to become that of a relatively normal student... that was until his third year of school within the academy.

Oh over these three years the abilities of the boy had expanded past that of basic hand to hand fighting and the art of puppeteering into the branches of Ninjutsu and even Genjutsu, even if he was quite horrible at it. In fact he had expanded in more than merely the directions of powers... after all, had Azerial not become quite a popular figure within that of the school? A figure of popularity which was seemingly accepted by all but the most prickish of fellows? One none the less who seemed to have no problem befriending even the most unpopular of people? After all... for quite awhile he had known what it felt like to be one of them. Yet it was within his third and final year at that of the academy it was to happen.. a event which was to leave the child of thirteen to cry bitter tears for many a day...

Into the office Azerial was called, adorning a rather confused expression. While popular Azerial was far from a troublemaker... what could he possibly being called out for? Slowly he was to make his way to the Academy's head director's office. A place he had only visited a few times before for a scuffle at the Academy as was common within growing boys. Yet it was through that of the door he was to pass only for that of the aged man which acted as director to softly say sit down... what was going on? Normally the director's voice was hard and cold, what did this mean? Doing as he was asked Azerial could only watch dumbstruck as the director was softly and slowly whisper the words of "Azerial.. I'm sorry to tell you this yet your father has called. Apparently Mayna Rook died yesterday due to wounds when on a mission and his companions having returned today has just told us... your father thought you'd like to know and he's asking you to go home." and it was with those words said the director was to grow silent.. leaving the boy to sit there.. unable to think of what to do for several minutes before he was to swiftly rise and bust from that of the office towards the direction of the academy's exit... oh Azerial had just lost his dearest friend. Even compared to those faces he had met at the Academy they was worthless compared to this man whom he had grown up alongside.. the man which he had spent countless hours talking to and laughing with.. this was just to much for the poor boy...

Months was to pass.. and with it the lose of Mayna Rook upon this world had become rather apparent. The emotional damage alone was enough to make that of the Kumomusha clan weep... after all had not the vessel they hoped to carry their clan into days of golden become a danger to even himself? The doctors had said the boy's spirit hadn't been able to take the blow and had cracked... forming multiple personalities within that of the young boy... one of which having quickly proved itself violent. A fact Azerial's rather unfortunate teacher had discovered upon attempting to take that of the small doll Rook had given him... a doll to which the boy was now seen ever carrying around within that of his pocket. A doll he had toyed with during those final lessons of the graduating year... a doll his teacher tried taking and in return was soon to find themselves being tackled by a rather emotionally charged Azerial, crying out in rage for the return of his doll... a act which had seemingly shaken quite a few friends from those he had claim too... after all, wouldn't you freak out if a boy tried killing your Sensai for merely taking a doll? This had been the act which was to lead to Azerial's imprisonment... not within a jail yet within that of a padded room for that following year. A room that several people was to venture, all of which dressed within white coats as they was to attempt to tend to the boy. A boy which was to respond to their treatment to his damaged brain. A boy who was to be released from that of his padded cell upon the account of his improvements... the boy had finally accepted the lose of his best friend was what the doctors had said. And that lost had caused a portion of the boy to be forever lost... while in it's place a fractured personality was to replace it. For it seemed no matter how hard they tried... that boy seemed to be unable to lose that case of DID he had developed. However they had managed to suppress a good deal of that violent side... yet it was despite the improvements to even this a quirk of sorts had been created which they seemed unable to shake. It seemed as if though the boy blamed the fact of Rook's death upon that of Iwagakure no Sato's doctors... claiming them fickle and unable to fulfill their role of keeping those around them alive. And it seemed he took it upon himself to change this fact... for a boy of such young age to change a whole medical division into something great. Perhaps the boy was still lost within himself... yet he seemed dead set upon becoming a Medical Nin within recent days. A useful professional and one he knew he could Master... after all. Who had the most acute ability with molding chakra within their hands? Puppetmasters... something Manya Rook had attempted to make him become. Something he had ye to give upon despite his conviction to no longer let people around him die due to the inability of Iwagakure no Sato's doctors. A habit.. which was to bring about the creation of none other than his current puppet... in place of that miniature puppet Manya Rook had created him.. he had created a puppet within Rook's likeness. Obsessesion? Perhaps. Yet what is better than obsession to lead someone to their goals?

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