Sharp Fang; Heedless Venture [T|O]

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Wield Oversized Weapon
Rank: "C"
Skill: TaiJutsu/Supplementary
Effect: The user can use larger than normal weapons with ease.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user can treat any weapon as if it were 1 size category smaller than normal and one category "lighter" for the purpose of determining the amount of effort it takes to wield. For instance, a user with this technique could wield a Great Sword as a 1-handed weapon, or they could wield a large great sword as a 2-handed weapon. The weapon still deals its normal amount of damage.
Limit: Must take from Universal TaiJutsu.

[00] // [30]

The weight of the nodachi had hardly meant much to Kurou, despite it being almost as tall as he. Given that the weight had been balanced throughout a weapon of such size, one would assume for it to be burdensome to lug around without setting it at their hip in a scabbard. That was not the case with the Seitetsu boy, who hoisted the nicked blade of the weapon over his shoulder with both hands before trotting down some winding path in the wild of Fang Country. This, aside from his alloy-created skeleton, had been his own form of an actual weapon. Despite the presence of kunai knives in a pouch that he had pilfered from some corpse, the boy relied solely on this greatsword or his body to produce the devastating effects of slashing and maiming. Having held on to this sword for more than half of his life, Kurou had taken a liking to the weapon and found its weight comfortable, enough though he still used it dual-handed-ly from time to time. From the rising trees that sprouted out all around him, he heard the light chirping of birds and the swift rustling of leaves. That secondary noise came from either the wind blowing, or the alacritous leaps of smaller woodland mammals that the boy did not care to identify. Even though he had walked in a humid forest, he sweat not. Kurou was adamant in his temperament, choosing to preoccupy his mind with thoughts of finding Xerxes or even killing a traveling band of merchants. The sword began to press into his shoulder bone and with a single hand, he moved it to the opposite shoulder and allowed it to rest a time there while he ventured.

Obviously oversized for a boy of Kurou's stature, the nodachi was known as one of the swords of the samurai, who, during feudal periods, brandished two weapons. The katana had been a significantly easier weapon to wield when compared to its larger counterpart, yet Kurou did not mind the extra weight of the metal blade. With how frequently the boy traveled around Kiba no Kuni, he had certainly increased his arm strength from just being capable of carrying the greatsword around with him where ever he went. At times when he chose to visit a village of the isle, many people would look toward him and gawk because of his durability. Men many years older than he would look on in disbelief, for even they could not muster the strength to carry a blade of that size with such an aloof air. Kurou made it honestly look like nothing. 

After walking not even a quarter of a kilometer to the east of Kiba, he decided to find a place to sit. Sandal less in the wilderness with sharp rocks and deadly plants all around him did not seem to faze Kurou. The greatsword was dropped vertically beside him and against the same tree wherein he leaned as he plopped down beside the massive weapon. The sun had settled beneath the treeline yet was still potent in the sweltering enclosure. Now, he began to sweat. Following the brief resting period of ten minutes, Kurou rose to his feet and gripped his age-old weapon by its hilt with his right hand. His muscles flexed like steel as he started to lift the upside down weapon away from the trunk of the thick tree; steadily, it rose; with one hand, he had managed to hoist it off of the ground and it did not seem to bother his physical constitution at all. The Steel-Body descendant showed an impressive amount of strength when none else but himself was present. This had been an opportune time to train with this blade further, to learn how to wield it with a single hand in order to show his prowess with this incredibly large piece of sharp iron.

Looking towards a similar tree that had been covered in large gashes, Kurou moved forward and his grip gradually tightened once he crossed the three meter gap to test his swinging proficiency.

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[??] // [30]

Kurou grunted as he attempted to heave the weight of the blade toward the tree. Even though he had managed to carry it on his shoulder, it still proved to be surprisingly difficult to swing with a single arm... perhaps it had been the way he had swung vertically in a descending arc instead of across the trunk of the tree horizontally. Taking the force needed to lift the greatsword back up into a position where it could be wielded properly, he attempted it again. His gangly arms looked to be of no use in this sort of training, but there was more to him than met the eye. With an arm made of a complex mixture of alloys, Kurou yelled now as he again swung the blade. His stamina reserves had been quite impressive, especially for someone of his age. Spinning and twisting; flexing and hardening; these two separate actions, performed in a set, allowed Kurou to use his own one-hundred and sixty pound frame to control the readiness at which the blade swung. Having pivoted so quickly and from having lifted his right leg to aid him in this longed for movement, Kurou managed to slash at the face of the tree in a nine o' clock fashion as pieces of wood chipped away in the air. This was not a display of ability with this strong but more so a display of strength. Once he learned how to properly handle the weapon with one arm, then he would work on using it with the capability of a proficient swordsman. He noticed a noise that had come from behind him and turned to inspect the situation. Fearless, yet actually aware and ready to slay whatever dared lunge at him, Kurou instinctively grasped the weapon with both hands. Its weight had been much easier to manage in this hold, yet it wasn't what he sought to achieve. Knowing that his right hand had been his dominant, he attempted to lift the nodachi with his left hand; the effort wasn't in vain, as he possessed strength in this arm as well, although holding the hilt of the weapon felt weird, and actually holding it up and away from his body required far too much of him to use in actual combat.

Wasting not another modicum of stamina on such a purposeless task, he returned the hilt to his right hand and gave it a swift swing away from the trunk and into the empty space in front of him. He noticed that it was easier to swing the greatsword horizontally, and, had he done it quickly, that it would swish through the air and creating a light humming sound. From repetition of this same feat three and four more times, he realized that swinging a blade at nothing had been easy when compared to attempting to strike something. Kurou took hold of the butt bag that he had dropped near the base of the tree and moved on through the forest, having easily spent half an hour or more from just swinging his weapon for the hell of it. A minute walk to his right, and he could began to hear the faint susurrus of water coming from in front of him. At this point, he had decided to just drag the nodachi through the soil of the forest, and that caused a terrible scar to form in the face of the earth right down to the mushy banks of the river.

Covered in dirt and a layer of sweat, Kurou stepped into the quick flowing stream. It was necessarily deep, but it did possess a surging current. Finding the water to be cool, he closed his eyes for a time and allowed his mind to wander.....

Kurou...

He hadn't heard it at first, for he had been trying to focus on keeping the blade of the greatsword from touching the surface of the water as it lay stretched out before him in his right hand. The veins in his entire arm were visible; his bicep burned, yet his tricep supported his extended arm as would the base of a sturdy foundation support the weight of the rest of the building. His arm began to shake slightly, but he kept his eyes closed. He tried to calm his mind and breath with the flow of the water, but another whisper from an unknown vantage called out his name.

Kuroooouuu...!

This one he had heard and immediately snapped his eyes open. The way the voice echoed in his head made it seem like whoever had been calling him had been directly beside him. Kurou turned his head to check his surroundings in a placid manner, and when he found nothing, returned to his training.

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[??] // [30]

Taking a moment to quickly readjust his grasp on the nodachi, Kurou twisted his right arm crudely. The effects of this strain were noted in the way his steel muscles bulged and thickened around the forearm. Still situated in the middle of the water, he began to again swing the hefty blade. A task well worth the stamina, yet futile in completion, as the horizontal and vertical slashing produced no wail, no blood; nor had a gross amputation of an extremity or total loss of another's vitality. All was in vain because of this training procedure, yet Kurou didn't really mind. It just simply allowed him to further condition his body into a weapon, having to muster up a copious amount of physical endurance to be able to swing the greatsword around with just one hand. After several minutes of performing this repetitive endeavor, he returned to dry land and allowed himself a time of respite. 

Birds flew in flocks over the unkempt black hair of the Seitetsu youth and made him scowl as they crowed. Had he the ability to do so, he would hurl the massive sword at the avian brigade and cause a number of them much harm following his wicked maneuver. Kurou, however, chose to gather his belongings and continue onward to wherever his feet led him and carried the sword just over his right clavicle. It did not take much time before he grew weary from not swinging his blade and so decided to try his hand at lunging and mid-ranged attacks.

With an astounding amount of energy, he lifted the nodachi from his right shoulder; this movement was done in tandem with another bodily stretch that made him extend outward as if to hurl the weapon. It instead was vertically cast down toward the earth, and because of the force applied to this reckless act of aggression, chunks of the earth had been separated from the ground. It was an impressive display of strength in so lithesome a frame to be capable of extending his body like that given the weight of his greatsword. He pulled the weapon in toward his body and again heaved it upward to his chest. The teen grit his sharp teeth, pressed his legs firmly into the ground and in a hellish howl, leapt forward with the blade raised over his hand with just a single arm. He drove the sharp blade into the soft flesh of some withering tree and found that pulling it out of its latest abode would be more difficult than anticipated. Not necessarily one to rely on his chakra for physical purposes, Kurou had no choice but to call upon that mystic reservoir of strength when his physical body needed that helping hand. As the nodachi was released, the fragile tree broke in half at the trunk, causing the remaining body to lean over and become unstable. He smirked at his action and found himself growing tired of this training regimen. 

Another flock of birds cawed overhead and Kurou looked upward to see what sort of creatures made up the horde.

[Nekomata Minh]

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untrained 00

Lore, Animal (Mountain)
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: This skill enables a character to observe the actions or habitat of an animal and interpret what is going on as well as identifying said animal.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Actions can show how dangerous the creature is, whether it is hungry, protecting its young, or defending a nearby den. Furthermore, careful observation of signs and behaviors can even indicate the location of a water hole, animal herds, predators, or impending danger, such as a forest fire. A successful check means the character understands the basic actions of the creature, as well as the type of creature it is. A character may also imitate the calls and cries of animals that he is reasonably familiar with, based on the knowledge (user must learn per Region). This ability is limited by volume. A successful check means that only Chakra means can distinguish the character's call from that of a true animal. The cry is sufficient to fool animals, perhaps frightening them away or luring them closer. When learning the user must choose per Region and they may only have knowledge of Animals creatures. Each Skill level allows the user knowledge of each Animal category (Example: Novice can identify Common Animals, Master can identify Nearly Impossible Animals) within a region. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

[00] // [05]

Easily distinguishable from the other slew of birds that navigated the skies of mountainous Kiba no Kuni had been the Collector Bird. Kurou had grow up here in this region and knew very well of this species of fowl. They appeared as crows; yet these had been considerably much larger, and had been capable of casting large shadows down onto the virid canvas of the land when they were in flight. Their caw had been incessant as these black winged creatures warped through the transitioning sky. It hadn't been nighttime, but the sun was casting its cooled glare down upon the mountains in the distance as it began to settle underneath the horizon. Kurou moved swiftly; he knew this region better than most, and thus worked his way toward a form of shelter to prevent himself from being left out in the dead of night when other animals of the region roamed free. Still, he watched for a time the circling Collectors, each one anxiously cawing at the other and attempting to pry what morsel of rotted flesh they could from their cohort. He sneered, thinking about the notion of food. Perhaps he could hunt himself a mammal here in the thicket to eat, but he had to find a source of shelter before he dared venture into the wilderness any further with just the light of the stars to guide him.

He took the time to find an enclosed area in the forest at the foot of some perilous mountain and went on to ensure that no other animal roosted here. It seemed that previously this area had been used by humans, yet Kurou was not sure of the claim. The boy knew that animals as large as bears roamed this side of the Fang countryside and that only a barbarian such as he could brave their advances. In an attempt to search for mountainous predators, Kurou set out several meters from his resting ground, looking for telltale signs of other forms of life. There had been no tracks in the circumference that he studied and so he nodded with slight pleasure in knowing this. The closest river to him had been the one he had seen about fifteen minutes ago, which didn't serve him too well at all. That meant that he would have to back track in the nearing darkness for water. Having rested a while, he lifted his nodachi over his shoulder and retraced his steps, searching for that source of water.

Kurou ventured a while in the cumbersome darkness before he heard the bubbling of that river. Bushes in his proximity began to wiggle with life and he instinctively turned to face the moving underbrush. To his relief, it had been only a common rat; a mammal, yes, but one that he would not be dining on tonight, for as soon as it noticed him, it vanished back into its burrow. Ignoring the vermin, he turned back to the river and began to have his fill. It was not long before he heard the screaming of a sheep and the terrible hiss of a wildcat. Someone had gotten its clutches on a meal, and Kurou, too, would soon find himself a meal as he lifted himself from the ground. Headed back towards the safe grotto, he stared intently at the ground, cautious of his own footprints while keeping an eye out for those of another creature.

[Father 'Suke]

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+40 SP
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unskilled 00

Identify Tracks
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A skill that allows the user to identify tracks and gain precise facts from them.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Can be learned by an Animal. A character with this skill can tell, when he runs across tracks, if they were made by any animal or human. He can precisely identify any normal creature by their footprints. No check is needed for this skill when performing a routine identification. A skill check is needed if the character wants to try to identify precise facts, such as those mentioned above. (the fact that the mule's pack is heavy, or that the camel's foot is sore.) Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

[00] // [05]

Despite being unskilled in the task of tracking, Kurou had possessed an average amount of skill to distinguish the difference between animals within the mountain range he had been in. Night fell and cloaked the entire forest in its dark embrace, yet star and moonlight shined just enough for the boy's eyes to catch faint track marks in the mud. The first he had seen had been those of his own gait. He did not wear shoes, so the shape of his foot had been left imprinted into the loose soil. Knowing how to tell which were his and which belonged to an animal, Kurou carefully continued to venture into the thicket, obviously more hungry now than he had been hours prior. This sense of hunger sent a pang of desperation through the boy and his resolve had become steeled. No animal would instill fear into him, no matter what he had encountered on this barren night.

After following his own heavy footprints back towards the grotto, a fresher set of tracks revealed to him that he was not alone in the wilderness. An animal, noticeably mammal from the pawed indention on the ground, had wandered near his safe spot. Perhaps this creature had gotten a whiff of his scent and was in pursuit of him. His eyes tensed as he tried to further identify the marks from the soil, hoping to get a feel for what animal had left them near the grotto. Given the size of the prints and the depth at which they sank into the wet earth, he determined easily that these belonged to a bear. Maybe not an adult yet, but certainly one large enough to been seen as a problem. He cursed as he followed them quietly, now noticing heavy claw marks on trees that surrounded the empty opening where lay his butt bag. To his relief, there was no large carnivore resting in his abode, but the track marks did indicate that the bear had ventured into the grotto in search of perhaps Kurou. As he picked up his weapon bag, he noticed even smaller prints running into the underbrush. Assuming that he had been right, he guessed these belonged to a pack of rats that must have been frightened away at the approach of the terrible bear and Kurou again grit his teeth, feeling the hunger surge through his entirety.

Given little room to work with in this absolute realm of darkness, he chose to sit with his back to the forest and faced the opening of the grotto. In the event that the bear chose to show itself again, he would be prepared. Kurou guessed that his scent would probably led the creature back here for a secondary check and that was when he would strike. Vigil and upset about not having anything to consume, safe for a pill that lay inside the slots of his tool pouch, Kurou watched the darkness before him carefully. He studied the surrounding brush for a while and let his mind wander.

.... Just where did that voice from earlier come from, anyway?

[Father 'Suke]

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+32 SP
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The youth's steel body grew cold in the wilderness of Kiba; he was built sternly, and somewhat durable against the innate climate of the country. A howl would awaken him: it was dark all around him, yet through the dense canopy, the ambiance of the crescent moon could be seen. Kurou grit his teeth and arose quickly. He had gathered his equipment up and set out to continue to search for Xerxes....


... Yes, even in the darkest of nights in the Castor region. The greatsword Nodachi rested over his right shoulder an emphasis on his increased physical strength while traveling through the mountainous domain. Perhaps in the morning, or when he found a safer alcove to rest in, he would hone his Seitetsu inheritance; within those hidenjutsu, he could craft his own body into acute steel---just the thought of it riled him through the night. He was a young terror; vicious. A tremendous adversary despite his frame, for his blood lust fueled his attacks. Native monsters like bears and guardian familiars had succumb to his blade in previous bounties. Locally, he was known as Sesshoumaru, or Killing Perfection, for his advocacy of slaying. Rumors spread of the young child murdering countless in a southern village of Fang Country; these tales had been so fabricated, yet held true basis due to his history. 

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Bukitai no Jutsu (Weapon Form Technique)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", 'A", "S"
Skill: Ninjutsu, Supplementary
Effect: Allows the user the ability to utilize specific Bukitai techniques to shift their body into weaponry.
Special: Must have gained knowledge from the Koutetsu no Karada Ritual.
Drawback: Required to be learned before the user can perform any other Bukitai techniques.
Description: Bukitai no Jutsu is the basis of combining all the forms of knowledge gained from the Koutetsu no Karada Ritual. With this technique, the user will gain the capability of performing Bukitai (Weapon Form) techniques of the same rank of this technique. As the user gains more knowledge into this technique, they will be capable of performing stronger and stronger Bukitai techniques. At any point, the user is capable of returning their body to its' regular shape for a "D" Ranks worth of chakra.
Limit: Must have received the Koutetsu no Karada Ritual.

[00] // [10]

The young Seitetsu continued his wayward adventure, unmoved by any obstacle that lay in his path. His strength would be seen in his broad nodachi strokes to limber that deterred him from advancing further into the lush Kiba forest. Thick metal sounds rang through the silent foliage; with each echo, the nests of avian creatures in the treeline became full of vigor: they took to the skies and Kurou observed them with an absent-mind after another full-body swing. While he steadily moved, he had remembered some of his former training with his brethen in their Castor stronghold. Their father had been a merciless bandit, who had taught well his Steel Body litter.

In earlier years, back when mercenaries raided his old home, Kurou had exhibited a Koutetsu no Karada derived technique. He had been sent into a rage once he witnessed his mother being lifted off the long edge of a samurai's katana. That caused him to press his metallic anatomy into something sharp and dangerous; his hand had transformed into a small knife of sorts, which he used to run through the samurai. With a pair of bold eyes, he continued his onslaught, having went on to stab the man another thirty or so times in a hot fury. This would be his first time utilizing the mechanics of the Bukitai no Jutsu.

And now within the cold forest of Kiba, this would become his second time. Like a rush of cool wind, his consciousness returned from that horrid day. He now stood before a creeping mammal, which must have grazed by during his fugue.

Kurou smirked wickedly as he slowly placed his greatsword down by his side. He would carefully begin to lift his right hand; simultaneously, the youth would focus on his Karada understandings while channeling chakra and liquid metal into a honed point. The fleshy look of his five fingers would fuse together as the color of his taut skin turned cold and gray. Where Kurou's wrist began, so did the length of a four inch blade. The possessed child looked at his weapon and studied his hand for a time; he would turn it and felt the metal focused to an acute level due to his Koutetsu Katansei. As he looked up from his creation, he licked his thin lips and broke into a sprint towards the confused animal.

"Kill, kill, kill!!" he shouted madly, having felt the sudden urge to extinguish life from this creature. Remembering the death of his mother brought something evil out of him... Kurou would go on to repeatedly thrust the knife-hand into the animal, giggling sporadically as blood gushed onto his face and over his attire.

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