Kikkawa Residence [PM for Invite]

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[.The Layout.]

The elegant and expansive home of the Kikkawa family, it sits atop a small hill within the village itself, the front having a nice view of the village. The house itself is very traditional in appearance, the house dating back to when the village was founded. Though since the years have gone by, the once large and busy family now has been brought down to one- the current residents, Kikkawa Matsuya and Mimori- the current patriarch and matriarch of the family. Also in the house is their children, the triplets Kusatsu, Naho, and Miho- all successful Kusa kunoichi now chuunin ranked- as well as their little brother Matsuda. Another member lives there, Mimori and Matsuya's nephew, Zane, who's mother- Mimori's sister- was far too young to take care of baby Zane, and fled the country with her newlywed husband. The house itself is very large- once housing several families and generations at once- the floors mostly hard wood and the walls similar, though with sliding paper doors. The majority of the home is compromised of bedrooms and living rooms, the very center of the house being the only kitchen and dining room, several large tables filling it as well as a very large pantry which is still stocked- the five teens in the house doing more than a good job on the groceries.

Despite the large home, the Kikkawa family spends most of it's time outside in it's garden, the property being almost completely enclosed within a high wooden fence covered in thick vines made by the original Kikkawa- using their own chakra to raise it. A large intricate entrance gate faces the village, though Matsuya and Mimori have since removed the doors on it. The garden itself is tended to by Mimori, though Kusatsu often aids her mother outside. Lush patches of long grass and gorgeous flowers grace the entire yard, as well as small banzai trees and benches lining the many walkways around the garden and their larger cousins giving it many pleasant shade spots. Behind the house is where the family does it's training- a large wooden obstacle course sitting in the center of white sanded enclosure. Around the course is a wide open circle of short grass- giving ample room for any types of training. At the far back of the training center are several very large trees, the front of them all lined with round green targets for them to practice their aim. There is always at least one person home, and would most likely be outside either training or gardening. The only times the family goes inside is either for a sit down meal, or to go to bed for the day.

[.The Inner Complex.]

While the outside is warm and inviting, the inside mirrors that same feel to a certain degree. Many plants and miniature trees decorate the lobby like area. From there it leads off into what would be considered the family room, a large room that is centered around a huge stone fire place. The ceilings of the room are high enough to have built three more floors above this room. The entire complex is covered in hard wood floors so this room is no exception. Many large couches lay about, as well as wooden chairs all hand made by the current head. The inner complex contains all the same things a normal home would have, however the one most important room is hidden away.

Below the manner there is a secret meeting room, hidden behind the fire place. The only way one can entire is by holding the snake seal, which triggers the mechanism that allows for it to slide away revealing a flight of stairs.

[.Family Crest.]



This symbol can be found upon the gates of the Kikkawa residence, as well as on alot of the Kikkawa family clothing. The Kanji meaning "Water" which is the source, the life of all Wood Ninjutsu. Many Shinobi in the Kikkawa family first master the Suiton Release before going on to master their Mokuton Release to better increase their understanding of this technique.

[.Family History.]

In the beginning…

The Kikkawa family, once one of Kusagakure’s largest Mokuton user families along side Hanakora, held a strong presence within the village hidden in grass. Much like that of the Hyuuga, there existed a rank system of sorts. The first son of the previous heir was always the one to have control over the main family complex. The second son would always be forced to live in the smaller complex on the outskirts of the village. While there was no difference in the powers of the complex’s families, they did this simply to ensure that the family would always have a strong structure and ensure that a leader was always able to lead their family to greatness. The first of this line were known as Hitsaguya Kikkawa and Gojiro Kikkawa. Upon birth, Hitsaguya was granted the title of heir to the family simply due to the fact that he was the first born son. His brother would become the leader of the outer complex. The two brothers would grow up normally, no conflict greater then the normal of two siblings would arise surprising enough given the situation, at least until they had both gained the rank of Jounin within the village.

At this point both the brothers had different stand points on what release they believed should have been the families’ main strength. For many years the Mokuton Release was always what was taught amongst the youth of the clan. Gojiro however wished to change this, to also expand upon their traditions and enforce the mastery of Suiton Release as well as the Mokuton Release. This would become the brother’s first great quarrel, quickly followed by a battle to determine the strength of the two releases. In a valley several miles outside of the land of grass they would have their show down. After days of intense battle, several heated debates a conclusion would be reached through the use of force rather then words. A master of the Suiton release, Gojiro would use his surrounding environment to ensure the defeat of his older brother and this victory would secure his teachings a place in the traditions of the Kikkawa family.

The argument settled, the two brothers would return to their village to live out the rest of their lives. The family would soon see many generations of skilled Suiton and Mokuton users; however this would not be the last time that a civil war would break out amongst the family. Almost two hundred years later the outer complex members would grow tired of feeling that they were the lesser of the two branches of the family. Rising up they would challenge the main complex, quickly being over thrown by the current leader, Matsu’s grandfather, Hiraki Kikkawa. After the crushing defeat they suffered, the outer complex members would be forced to scatter, lest they be killed off by the main complex supporters. Their existence after this civil war is unknown, the main complex never bothered to track them after they fled the country. His reign a long one, Hiraki would soon hand the reigns over to his son, Matsuya Kikkawa. Once more the main complex members would enter an age of peace, no longer riddled by the complaints of those they had lost. Lurking among other countries, the threat of another Kikkawa rebellion still burns true. With this on his mind he would push his children to become strong, one day the main title of heir would fall to that of his son, Matsuda Kikkawa.

Unaware of his destiny, the young man continues to build himself up in power. One day he will be told of his duty, to become the heir to the complex they now reside in and help rebuild the once great family that was Kikkawa. For now however he would be left to live out his life as a normal boy growing up in the Shinobi world, assuming he could be called normal. This heavy burden carried by Matsuya is only five years away from being passed on to Matsuda, his destiny soon to be revealed…

[.Non-Playable Characters.]

Kusatsu: The middle triplet in height, she looks very similar to Matsu, having a very lithe, acrobatic figure, with modest curves. Her hair is black like Matsu's and also covers half her face usually, her forehead guard tied up like a headband to hold her hair. Kusatsu has jet black eyes, usually having a far off look or a playful glint in them. She usually dresses in modest, loose clothing with her chuunin vest on top. She has a rather silly personality, often wanting to play games over anything else. A ninjutsu master like her brother.

Miho: Stunning is the best word to describe Miho, being decently tall, a couple inches taller than her sister Kusatsu. And unlike Kusatsu, Miho is a very curvy individual, having a perfect hourglass figure. She dresses to flaunt this as well, short kimono's and other revealing clothing the mainstay of her wardrobe. She wears her forehead protector around her right thigh. Her hair, like her sisters, is a jet black, but lays sleekly behind her back, almost never up. Miho's eyes are a vivid green, almost guaranteed to draw the gaze of anyone- be they male or female. Miho uses this to her advantage, being a genjutsu master like Zane.

Naho: The shortest of the triplets, Naho does not have any real distinguishing features, her eyes a pale green and her hair often sloppily held in a ponytail. Physically Naho is in nearly perfect shape, toned, lean muscles visible under her tight fitting spandex- her usual wear under her chuunin vest. She wears her forehead protector the right way, sitting just above her brow and tied tight. Naho tends to be a bit more serious than her sisters, almost always seen training if she has free time- being a taijutsu master, she has to keep in peak condition no matter what.

Mimori: The kind hearted and lovely matron of the Kikkawa, a former ninjutsu master and Kusa jounin, she now spends most of her time both tending to her family, as well as her lush garden. Mimori has very kind, deep black eyes and silky, long black hair- her bangs covering the right side of her face naturally. She isn't very tall though, standing at a petite 5'4. Her normal attire consists of comfortable sun dresses, accompanied with a large brimmed hat whenever working on the garden.

Matsuya: Almost the complete opposite of his wife, Matsuya is a decently tall man, with short cropped black hair, and as of now only one eye- the left side of his face being heavily scarred from a particularly vicious fight. He is in peak physical condition- even at his age he is as fit as someone thirty years younger- being a retired ANBU member and Kusa jounin. A very stern man, Matsuya will rarely show his true self to anyone but his family, seeming cold and distant to others. Around his family though, he is still quiet at times, but his wife and children all know the real him- a kind, protective man who would give his life for his country and his comrades.

[Matsu]

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Now back in the training area of his home, Matsu would set back to work once more on the cloning technique he had been trying to perfect for awhile now. His hands would make a series of hand seals, he was no stranger to the seals at this point now. With each seal he could feel the chakra being pulled from the different points of his body, the chakra moving to a more centeralized position in his body. There it would build for a few moments, his mind completely focused on the technique at hand. With a slapping sound, his hand would reach the final seal which would disturb the chakra gathering as if he had hit a bee hive with a stick. From there he would let the chakra burst forth from him, finding it's refuge in the ground it would animate the wooden pillars beneath it.

The ground shook slightly, several cracks being made in it by the wood that was trying to get free. With a small crumbling sound the two wooden beams would find their salvation within the rays of sunlight that were beyond the surface of the earth. The two chakra drunk beams would twist and bend slightly, taking on the form of the human body ever so slowly. The proccess of limb formation did not take long, both would soon look like two life sized wooden replicas of Matsu which was exactly what he had intended when he first started the technique. Slowly they would both begin to fill in with color, becoming more animated and alive looking just as any clone should. From here on out things would be easier, he would finish this jutsu today.

He would disband the two that he had made, proving that he could do two at once did not really show any progress, he would now need to attempt to bring all three clones into being. Moving through the seals in his mind, his hands would begin to comply as if they had a mind of their own. The chakra was molded and gathered with each seal, moving to a gathering point so that it could be put to use in the jutsu. His chakra would build into a large ball within him, his hand seals coming to an end. The chakra became active, radiating like a large flame it would burst forth from him. It would seek it's way down through his legs, moving into the ground and finding it's home inside of the wood that would become his clones.

The ground cracked beneath him, he would quickly jump back once as he watched the wooden beams rise from the ground. At first he was disappointed with what he saw, only two seemed to be responding. Just as he was about to finally give up on trying to do all three at once, the third beam of wood would make a dramatic entrance at the last moment. The chakra had to dig deeper to obtain this peice, taking longer then the other ones obviously. In moments the beams would begin to take the form of Matsu, his features being perfectly replicated within the face and body of the clones. Slowly the color would come to their skin and clothing, they were no longer wooden manequins that seemed to be able to move, they were no human...almost.

With a smile he would raise his two fingers to them. They would each nod in turn as they poofed, one by one in a row until he was now once more facing a fence again. The chakra toll from the technique was now lessened due to his training, he know knew just how much he required to activate the technique. With just a few hours more practice he would be able to finally add this move to his list of jutsu, he only hoped that where ever Zane had disappeared to he was doing the same thing, training to make his village proud. Perhaps if they worked hard enough they would be able to make the next Chuunin exams, further increasing their rank and power.

[Matsu]

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'This is the end hopefully' thought Matsu as he closed his eyes and invisioned the hand seals that would activate his technique. Slowly he would form the first one, his mind and body working in perfect harmony to make this technique training a success. His body would respond to the call of the seals, the chakra begining to pulsate through him in a vast quantity. Since this would hopefully be his last few hours of practice, he no longer felt the need to reserve so much chakra. By the time he reached the middle of the sequence of seals he could feel the gathering of chakra within him reaching an all time high peak. This was a feeling he had never experianced before, it felt as if it would burst forth from him and consume all in it's path, this was definitely enough chakra for this technique. The final seal would be made as the chakra left him, searching for it's mark.

Into the ground it would go, searching as if it were a hungry bird pecking for a worm. Tree roots were their prime targets, the chakra feeding into them quickly as if they had no time to spare. The tree roots would inch slowly to the surface, the chakra spreading from within to urge them onward. Once they reached the surface, the roots would push through, three at a time to begin the proccess of changing into the wooden Matsu replica's. The chakra would expand within the clones, taking on the shape and form of a human being that Matsu recognized all too well, who did not know themselves? The color of the clones soon came quickly after, the chakra finding it's proper place within the bodies to make the alive.

The clones would start to rotate and bend their joints, they wer eobviously adjusting to the creation proccess. They would spring, run, and flip. It seemed his technique was a complete success, however he would apply it one more time just to make sure that he was able to do it and this was not a fluke. With a two finger seal he would dispell the existance of these clones, their bodies exploding into the form of what they once were, logs. On the ground they lay, perfect targets that would make the use easier since the chakra no longer had to find a host to make into a clone, it was already present on the scene of the training. He would slowly begin his seals once more, the chakra gathering to a focal point. This would be all he had left, after this he would be spent for the day.

The chakra would burst forth on the last hand seal, finding it's way across the ground and towards the logs quickly and without much effort. Swarming over them, the chakra would seep slowly into the woode logs, making them shake slightly as appendages slowly began to grow from them. Heads, arms, legs, torso. The logs began to take on the form of their master, the chakra quickly allowing for these things to happen. In mere moments he would once more have three wooden dolls before him, the chakra working on slowly bringing color forth to them so that they matched him flawlessly. This was it, he had finally mastered the MokuBunshin technique, he had learned his first B rank technique. His sisters would be proud of the progress he made, it was now party time.

Raising his hand before him, he would slowly extend two fingers towards the sky. With a simple "Kai" he would destroy the clones, dispelling the chakra that they had within them and turning them back into logs. It was now time for a power nap, he had alot more training to go before he was ready to do anything serious.

[tetsu]

WHAT IS THIS? TWENTY TP JUST STAMPEDED INTO YOUR JUTSU! OMG, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!

<3 +20

[Matsu]

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[Matsu]

Training: Water Collision Wave
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Matsu would drop by his homes training complex while he had some down time from his missions. If he was going to make it to the Chuunin exams on time he would need to sneak in this last technique. The Water Collision Waves technique was once again another B ranked technique, he hoped he had enough time to get this down. He would roll the scroll out on a nearby table and study it, looking at the hand seals illustrated upon it. Slowly he would practice the sequence, already feeling the chakra being built several times as he did this. Once he did this for about fifteen minutes, he felt that he was ready to give this technique a shot. Slowly he prepared himself, a deep breath before he started to draw upon his chakra.

Calmly he started his seals, gathering the chakra from every inch of his body to one point so that he could access it to start the jutsu. By the time he was on the second seal he could already feel his chakra building into a large flame inside of him. This would be his reserve, the chakra for this training would come from these stores. His mind was clear of all thoughts, all things that would distract him from the task at hand. Only a few more seals to go, the chakra inside of him swelling up with intensity. He could feel it almost at it’s peak, ready to burst forth and wow him with an amazing display of power in the technique he was about to initiate.

The last seal approached, preparing the chakra for the final stages of it’s use. He would snap his eyes open, pushing in on his stomach as he let the chakra explode forth. Water would begin to pour from his mouth, working it’s way up from the stomach region. The water would swirl brilliantly before him, moving from a small ball of water into a massive orb. It would swirl with the chakra infused inside of it, giving the water a slightly brighter property then it would normally have. The orb only grew bigger and bigger, astounding Matsu as he watched. As it made its way to a gargantuan size it would start to take on the shape of a wave, held back by the chakra within. From his knowledge of this technique he guessed he was meant to be on top of this thing.

Matsu would jump on top of the wave, making sure to change up the chakra distribution on his feet as he stood upon it. This was actually sort of cool. When he willed it the water would start to sway from side to side, demonstrating that it was completely under his control. Once this knowledge was confirmed, Matsu would make the wave start forward, trying to keep it up and going instead of having it crash down now immediately. It was hard work, trying to maintain the right amount of chakra in the technique to make sure it did not end abruptly, he could tell that this would be a challenge. He would squint his eyes, focusing intently upon his goal of riding this thing down to the river behind his home.

Smash, splash. The sound of trees being uprooted as this massive wave crashed over them. He could feel the tips of the leaves in the water brush against the base of his feet. Maintaining the waters shape with his chakra, the barriers that stood in his way to the river would not end his technique. His control over the wave was decent, however it was not the best. Already he could feel himself losing control of it, only ten feet from the river its self that would become the home to this wave. Matsu would gasp out loud as he was forced to release the technique early, jumping down from the wave and landing upon a tree branch. From what he could see he needed to work out the proper amount of chakra and at what times, water required constant variables in chakra distribution, something he had learned back in the academy days.

[Matsu]

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Once more back at the house, Matsu would focus once more in making the hand seals. The slow process of gathering chakra for such a large technique was tedious when one had not the required mastery to speed things up. His hand would reach the third seal, going at a slightly slower pace to make sure that he was adding a decent amount of chakra with each seal made. This would hopefully be an improvement over his last attempt, taking away the knowledge that he was not properly evening out his distribution when using his technique. The chakra would come from all over, flowing through the chakra system with ease like water through a stream or tributary. His knowledge of chakra was far greater then that of most Genin, being that he was a ninjutsu master he was required to know these things or else there would be no use in his chosen specialization.

The last seal fell into place with ease, the chakra within him dancing with impatience as the seal had sparked a reaction. It longed to burst forth, to take on the shape in a physical form as it was meant to be used. Matsu would reach down and press against his gut, making the water spew forth from him, spinning in the air in a small ball at first. Once the process began he could not reverse it, the ball of water started to grow ever larger as the chakra was infused with it on the way out. Larger, faster, the water would swirl as it started to grow in size. His eyes grew large once again, excited for what the technique could do since he witnessed it first hand earlier. The ball of water was now the size of a person, glowing with a crystalline radiance that was enhanced by the chakra that was being issued forth.

Soon the water orb would swell to the size of a small home, soon reaching it’s peak it would be ready once more for the attack process. It was a lot to grasp, what his chakra was capable of doing, the large volume of water that was now under his control. This sense of power was sort of intoxicating, showing him that he was indeed stronger then he was when he had first began his training. His mind drifted to Fina in his final moments, the kage would have been proud if he could have seen him now. The water orb was now at it’s maximum size, the water starting to slow to a stop from Matsu’s mouth. His chakra was now fully infused with this water source, he could now control it any way he wished and make it do his bidding. Soon it would start to form up into a large wall of water, moving out of the shape of the orb it had once been to begin with.

The large wall of water was now standing stark still in the air, capable of being ridden now by him if he chose to use it to attack now. Making a focusing seal, he would jump while holding this so that he could keep the water from collapsing and smashing his home. Once on top of the wave, Matsu would open his eyes, he would need to see where he was going to make sure he did not cause too much harm. With a mental nudge, chakra being activated, he would send the wave forward, his balance being shaken slightly as he tried to remain at the helm of this beast. Of all forces on earth, Water was perhaps one of the deadliest as well, it’s crushing force often enough to wipe away entire towns and cities. It was this that made his respect for water grow more and more, it’s ability to be a formidable opponent even it was generally not a harmful substance in it’s original form.

The wave would smash it’s way through several trees on its way down to the river, it’s owner at the helm making sure that it did not lose shape and substance just yet. The large oak trees that once stood proud were now ripped from the very ground they stood upon, the full pressure of the wave bearing down upon them. The water had the power to swallow and flood all in it’s path, only complete chakra drain or a giant sea wall would be able to stop this beast. This time, the wave would make it into the river. His chakra had lasted him long enough to reach this point, now there would be no need to hold it any longer. Swimming to the edge of the river, Matsu would grab hold of the bank and climb out onto it’s edge, tired from this little display of power.

[Masakuni]

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[Matsu]

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[Matsu]

[Trying the whole first person deal]

Having more time to spend now on practicing this more than difficult technique, I was wondering where he should try it at. Finally, he came back to the conclusion that he should try it at his home. However, here he would begin again, this time working a little harder to ensure that a greater amount of water was obtained. To do this, he would need to start small and work his way upwards, and though he had proven to himself that he was now capable of even performing an attack with the technique, it would take a greater understanding of the water creation process first. To this effect, I knew now how my training was going to start, so I decided to get to work.

I had already gone through the most basic concepts of the technique, those being the hand seal formations. To say that I had a mastery of them might honestly be a little too far-fetched at this time, but I had enough grasp on them not to need to consciously repeat them to myself as my hands flew together with an ever-increasing precision. My goal now was to, moving from now until I finished this round of training, increase the size of the Baku Suishoha ability by twice of what I had been able to do so far. And that would be the most intensive part of the training as a whole. When I could do this, I knew that my technique would be beyond the levels of the average shinobi- I would be a Water God, capable of the creation of Water without the otherwise difficult process of having water to use at all times.

Finally, with the hand seals made, I could feel the chakra within my system beginning to do what I can only describe as boil. Instantly, water chakra would rush from my stomach and outwards, as it touched the air and as I inhaled oxygen, the chakra converting molecules into water instantly began to… begin. Almost instantly, an expanding feeling within my stomach forced me to open my mouth, and I could almost feel like I was going to wretch. Coughing for a moment, I watched as water began to leak out from my mouth, and then, without warning, it was shooting outwards in a torrent. The stream that came out was far from pressurized, but it was enough to quickly wet everything else around me. Taking in a deep breath, I canceled the chakra flow at the same time and felt the expanding within my belly ending. This was definitely a good sign.

Blinking my eyes a little bit, I viewed the damage that I had done so far- very minimal, but that was alright. I still had a long way to go before I was anything close to being prepared to use this technique in battle, so I wasn’t too upset. Indeed, I almost felt congratulations were in order, for I had managed to sustain the technique for a greater amount of time now. Because of this, I felt empowered, and knew that it was now time for me to progress the training even further, and attempt to reach the next stage of my goal. Without the ability to form the water, attacking would be useless, so I was here to make sure that I could do that.

[Matsu]

Blinking my eyes a little bit, I viewed the damage that I had done so far- very minimal, but that was alright. I still had a long way to go before I was anything close to being prepared to use this technique in battle, so I wasn’t too upset. Indeed, I almost felt congratulations were in order, for I had managed to sustain the technique for a greater amount of time now. Because of this, I felt empowered, and knew that it was now time for me to progress the training even further, and attempt to reach the next stage of my goal. Without the ability to form the water, attacking would be useless, so I was here to make sure that I could do that.

Hands piecing together at a faster rate than before, I was surprised to see that I had gained such a better control with them. Perhaps, with greater control of the seals, I had greater control of the technique? Pausing for a moment, I let my chakra build up within my system before releasing it into my body, attacking the oxygen and hydrogen and forcing the two to bond and form water. Once more, the feeling of expansion hit my stomach like a freight train, and I couldn’t help but put my hand towards my stomach. Exhaling rapidly for fear of my life, I watched as a torrent of water came outwards, pressurized somewhat like a cannon as it struck the ground and began to rip up at it.

The water continued to strike outwards, rushing from my gullet at ever increasing speeds. I began to wonder how long this could pump out of me without my needing to breath, and that’s when it hit me—I needed to breath right now! Chakra pulsing within my palm, which has right on top of my stomach pushing outwards, the water creation would instantly halt its path and in very little time, the water flood had stopped. I stood there, looking around at me, breathing in deeply, and quickly, trying to suck in as much oxygen as I could, and observed the damage. It was far more substantial this time, of that I’m sure. To be honest, I almost didn’t recognize the front of my house. Zane was going to kill me.

Sighing, I could feel that I had used quite a bit of chakra, too, but I knew I had at least one more attempt within me. Perking up a little bit at the thought of getting to continue my training within the technique. I quickly paced the seals together for the technique, gathering my chakra and, like before, placed my hand over my stomach so that chakra could flow more easily into the gullet, but for creation of water and for the cancellation of that creation. As soon as my hand touched my stomach, the water within quickly expanded and I found myself expelling water at a greater pace than before.

Luckily, I had better prepared myself this time. I had taken a large breath this time so I could continue to expel the water for a longer period of time. Of course, what I didn’t expect was that I was using the oxygen within my body to create the water, which is what was leaving me so breathless at the end. The more water I created for my own use, the more out of breath I would be. However, I continued my aquatic assault upon my landscape with relentlessness, and quickly found that the water, once more, was even greater in strength then I had come to imagine. The water, pushing out so hard that I could barely keep my eyes opened to my surroundings, finally came to a halt as I moved my hand away from my stomach.

The damage done was devastating. Water was standing all over the place, unable to soak into the ground, for the ground had become flooded and soaked in itself. I stared in shock and couldn’t help but feel a shudder pass through my spine. What else was I capable of doing? What else could I do? What would happen if I turned this into an actual attack? I knew then that I had to get away from my house, for if I sat around in here and stayed then I would be in a large amount of trouble. I wouldn’t be able to live here anymore, and some of the village may get damaged on the way. Sighing, I would then get up and pack my bags, ready for a night alone in the wilderness to finish the technique.

[exit]

[tetsu]

+20 ^_^

[zaneofthegrass]

# Kusa Bunshin (草 分) Grass Clone
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Creates up to twenty clones from grass in the area.
Special: Dog, Monkey, Snake handseals.
Drawback: Without grass this technique is useless. Kusa Bunshin can be destroyed by fire or a cutting wind type jutsu.
Description: Up to twenty Kusa Bunshin can be formed when the user fuses their chakra into the grass. The bunshin created by this have a humanoid appearance, but no noticeable facial features. The only way to take down a Kusa Bunshin is either with fire or a cutting wind type jutsu.
Limit: Grass Nin Technique. Must have Mokuton no Jutsu.


The sun sat high in the sky, the sound of insects buzzing and birds chirping echoed outside and the only person around enjoying these events was a lone young man, a baggy pair of black pants and a similar black shirt flapping in the slight breeze. It had been three months since Zane had been gone from home- having left the village with permission for some time to go collect more books and scrolls filled with jutsus- more stuff for the young man to study. However with the absence of his cousin, Matsu, Zane did not have anyone to train his genjutsus with- the surrogate brother of Zane's being his most common guinea pig. 'Hope Matsu-kun is doing well in the exams...' Zane thought as he looked around the garden behind the house, a large patch of grass drawing his dark gaze. Zane had decided that in Matsu's absence he would train something besides genjutsu- a cloning technique exclusive to his beloved Kusa.

The grass clone technique, an immensely useful and potentially deadly skill- something Zane could definitely use to his advantage. Unfortunately for the young man, he was not used to using his chakra for anything besides genjutsu, and to use it outwards like this would probably prove to be difficult. But despite these facts, Zane nodded to himself, not letting it get to him and sat down near the patch of long grass. He eyed the grass, knowing the basic process of the technique, and now just needed to put it into practice. Slowly and purposefully Zane made each handseal -dog, monkey, and finally snake- and focused his chakra outwards, though not all of it. Zane wanted to start with the basics, only attempting to make one at this time. Feeling his chakra bubble up from his core then radiate outward, Zane closed his eyes and cleared his mind, only focusing on forming the grass next to him. After several moments of odd sounds, like stretching and wet snapping did Zane open his eyes. The smell of fresh cut grass wafted near him, and he looked to his right to see a humanoid figure. The thing didn't really look human, still clearly a form of grass. With a wet rubbing sound the thing turned it's 'head' and faced Zane- the young man had to admit, it was pretty creepy to see this thing move. Zane shook his head and held up two figures near his mouth and muttered "Kai!", watching as the unformed clone poofed into a shower of grass. 'Hm... perhaps clearing one's mind isn't the key...' Zane thought with a slight grimace, looking up as he pondered over what else he could do to make it work.

After another moment or two, Zane was sure he knew what to do now. Keeping his eyes opened and focused on the grass, the young man made the three handseals once more, but this time instead of clearing his head, focused on himself- every detail from his height, to his skin color. Zane watched this time as the grass near him seemed to lurch forward, the wet snapping and stretching sounds echoing in the empty garden as the top of the grass bent and met with the ground, whirling and intertwining with itself, getting tighter and tighter onto itself until slowly but surely a humanoid form began to show itself. Zane grinned as he saw the surface of the grass begin to change- going from green and yellow to a slightly pale skin tone, and black cloth. But as Zane began to get distracted the clone formation slowed down, making the young man shake his head and focus once more, the clone building up speed until finally the sounds stopped, leaving only the smell of fresh grass in the air. The clone faced away from Zane, though he could tell he did a good job, the back of the clone looking very human indeed, except for the hair, which still had a hint of green to it. "Heh, that wasn't that hard." Zane said as he began to circle it, stopping as he reached the front. He blinked and tilted his head as he looked at the clone's face- or lack there of- it had literally no facial features, making Zane grimace and sigh. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small scroll he had obtained from a library in the village and unfurled it, scanning it over for a minute before smirking and nodding. 'Alright, the clone doesn't get a face, so I didn't screw up.' Zane thought, eying the clone once more.

Zane took a step forward and reached out to poke it, surprised to see the clone move and block his touch, twisting Zane's arm and making him follow the twist and flip sideways to land on his feet once more. "Well... that was interesting..." Zane snickered, straightening himself out and placing his hands on his hips. "So... clone, can you speak at all?" Zane asked it, titling his head to the right slightly. The clone turned it's faceless head to Zane and shook it slowly- an obvious no. "But you can understand me, correct?" Zane added, grinning as the clone nodded once. 'Good, so I can still command them- guess this technique could be more useful than I had imagined...' Zane thought, stepping forward and examining it more. The closer Zane looked, the more and more he noticed that the clone looked almost scaled in a sense- the tips of the grass barely protruding from the body. 'So if an enemy looks real close, they should be able to tell it's a grass clone- and not someone just using a masking jutsu to conceal their identity...' Zane thought, smirking slightly at an idea he just had. If he was able to use this jutsu to its fullest, the full 20 clones, as well as a transformation jutsu to make his visage the same as the clones- he would have an almost perfect way to hide from any attackers- using the other 20 'Zane's' as a way to disguise the real him. Zane grinned at the thought, always trying to find new and better ways to fight.

"Alright, now that I can make one of you- let's see what you can do, ne?" Zane asked the clone, stepping forward. The clone mimicked Zane, stepping forward itself. Zane held his arm out as a kunai shout from his sleeve into his hand. He grinned and tossed it forward, the blade sticking into the ground. "Pick it up, and show me what you got." Zane said, moving his arm back as another kunai shot from his other sleeve into his hand. Without another moment the clone had leaped into the air, faster than Zane hand anticipated. The young man stepped to the side and spun away from the clone, soon lunging forward with the kunai. The clone deftly whirled and smacked Zane's kunai away from it with its own. Zane kept a grip on the blade though, spinning with the blow to being the kunai down sideways, blinking as the clone jumped up and flattened itself out, taking a swing at Zane's face. "Gah!" Zane growled, leaning backwards and flipping away from the clone. He knew not to get his hopes up however- knowing that being a genjutsu user he was far from adept at taijutsu, thus meaning the clone was most likely the same. But that didn't stop the young man from being pleased, the clone fighting as well as Zane did, meaning that it could at least dodge decently well and handled ninja tools just fine. Zane relaxed his posture and held his free hand out. "Alright, that's enough for right now." Zane said, smiling as the clone also relaxed then moved over to him, setting the kunai in Zane's free hand. Zane nodded and stabbed the kunai into the ground, sitting down as he did. He held two fingers forward and said "Kai~" again, watching as the clone nodded then poofed.

"My my, it is nice to have at least one of my boys home." A gentle voice sounded from behind Zane. He tilted his head backwards to see a pretty woman in casual clothing standing at the garden entrance, a tray of food held up and a warm smile on her face. "Oh, hey there Aunt Mimori." Zane said with a smile, spinning on his butt to face her. Mimori chuckled softly and stepped down from the door and walked towards Zane, sitting down gracefully and placing the tray between them. "The girls and your uncle went out for the day, so I thought the two of us would have some lunch- and don't say you aren't hungry Zane, you and I both know you are." Mimori said, snickering as Zane blinked quizzically. Even if Mimori wasn't his true mother, he knew she knew him as well as she did her own children. "Yeah, alright." Zane said after a moment, smiling and picking up a pair of chop sticks before snagging a wonton of sorts and starting into it.

[zaneofthegrass]

Same training [0 l 80]

After about half an hour of eating and chatting with his aunt, Zane lay back on the grass comfortably and stared up at the sky above him, breathing calmly and very relaxed. "You know Matsuda has gotten very far since you left Zane, he even probably looks different than you remember, he's grown up quite a bit." Mimori said gently, Zane looking over to his right to see her also looking up at the sky serenely. "Your uncle and I are so proud of all you kids, all growing up just so fast..." She added, looking down and smiling at Zane. "But not too fast, right Aunt Mimori?" Zane added with a grin, smiling wider as Mimori giggled quietly. "All I have to say is when you all move out, the house is going to be far too quiet..." Mimori said before inhaling slowly and standing up, grabbing the now empty food tray as she did. "Now you get back to training, your three cousins can all make twenty of those clones- if you get stuck, just wait till they get back and ask for help." She added before winking warmly at Zane and walking towards the house. Zane waved goodbye casually before rolling back onto his back and sighing. Truth be told, the young shinobi really only wanted to take a little nap just then after eating- but knew that the only way he was going to progress would be to do everything over and over. He inhaled slowly before rolling onto his belly and looking at the grass bellow him, a small beetle navigating it slowly. 'Wonder if I could make a clone using the short grass...' Zane thought before groaning and moving to his knees, sitting back on his heels and rolling his head around his shoulders.

"Well... better start..." Zane said lazily before sliding up onto his feet. Blinking a couple times, Zane shook his body loose and looked down at the grass bellow. His hands came together, this time speeding up the handseals a bit before focusing his chakra downwards around his feet. Zane watched as the grass around him began to stretch and intertwine. Unlike with the long grass, this time it would take a larger radius of it. Zane continued to focus as more and more grass began to wind and snap off from the ground, the sweet musky smell of it beginning to fill the air once more. After several moments a grass clone stood next to Zane, a large circle of clearcut grass surrounding them. It was at that moment that Zane was glad that his aunt was not only an expert with Genesis, but a master gardener as well, the damage Zane did in the end having no effect on the gorgeous garden. "Welcome back." Zane said with a snicker, turning to face the clone who merely nodded at him. 'Alright, I know I got the basics, now to see if I can make multiples...' Zane thought as he looked around, seeing just how much grass was in the area, and matching it up to the amount it took to make one.

He moved his hand up and made the dispelling handseal before whispering "Kai!", thus dispelling the freshly made clone. This time Zane had to split his focus in two, spreading his chakra into two different areas to create the clones. Zane chuckled mentally, he had better find this easy- otherwise creating 20 of the clones would prove to be an issue. 'Alright, let's do this.' Zane thought, the smirk sliding from his face- now focused. Slapping his hands together to make the seals, Zane focused his gaze forward and split his chakra into two halves, moving them each to his right and left. Zane could hear the now familiar snapping and stretching sounds of the fresh grass intertwining, unable to not grin at the duet. After a couple moments Zane released his grip, looking to the left and right at the faceless pair standing next to him. "Excellent." Zane said simply, extremely pleased at how the clones came out. He began to walk around them, examining them to see if there was any difference between them. Besides the spot where they were standing, the two grass clones were identical.

After another moment considering the clones, Zane nodded. He saw how one could fight- now to see how two can. "Alright boy-o's, let's do this." Zane said, stepping away from them and taking a defensive position. "Come." He added simply. The clones both nodded wordlessly and leaped up in the air, descending towards Zane. Zane grinned as the clones whirled, sending fists and kicks repeatedly at Zane- the young man barely able to block the barrage of attacks. Zane moved his arms and legs wildly, a damp sweat beginning to break out over his brow, the lackadaisical ninja not used to moving this frantically for so long. But the clones still came- and Zane knew there was no way he could defeat them, having neither any fire nor wind based ninjutsus to bring them down. They would keep coming until he said so- which pleased Zane greatly. Having such durable clones would indeed prove to be handy, knowing that a large group of them would be able to take down, or at least wear down even a taijutsu specialist. Before Zane knew it he felt a concussive blow to the back of his head- his habit of getting lost in thought allowing a clone to land a solid kick. Zane pitched forward, skidding on his front across the grass before stopping and rolling onto his back. "Enough." Zane coughed, flopping onto his back and breathing heavily.

To Zane's surprise, after no more than a minute he felt himself getting picked up, opening his eyes to see his clones helping him to his feet and supporting his weight a bit. "Huh... guess you guys are useful." Zane chuckled, looking to his right and left at the faceless clones. Zane didn't realize, but from inside the house the entire Kikkawa family was watching him, the triplet sisters, his uncle, and his aunt. They all laughed softly at Zane, clearly entertained by the young man's lazy- yet productive training. "Even in training, the boy's a slacker, letting them clones pick him up." Matsuya- Zane's uncle- said with a snort. "Oh don't be naive dear, no matter what his style is, he is making progress, isn't he? Think about our own own son- we all know Matsuda isn't exactly a normal boy." Mimori added, smiling and hugging onto Matsuya's arm. The triplets all laughed the same laugh, looking at their parents then at Zane, who was now back at fighting the two clones.

[Koori.]

20|80

[zaneofthegrass]

[20 l 80]

Dodge dodge, block, dodge, strike. Was all that went through Zane's mind as he continued to spar with his clones. He was surprised to find that the clones seemed to have adapted to Zane, seemingly predicting his attacks and blocking and dodging Zane's attacks as often as he did theirs. But that didn't shock Zane, as grass clones where similar to both wood and shadow clones- being decently intelligent versus those like oil or mist clones. Yet another reason Zane chose them, and why he was so pleased with them. "Enough~" Zane said, flipping backwards then landing sloppily on his feet before flopping onto his butt. He lay there catching his breath, looking up at the clones who stood there stoically, as if for the past twenty minutes they hadn't been sparing constantly. Though this didn't really bother Zane- knowing that if they kept up this vitality, they would be an even bigger asset.

After another couple minutes Zane sat up with a groan, his body already getting sore. Moving from a sitting position to stand, Zane placed his hands in the small of his back and leaned back, cracking his spine and sighing. 'There's gotta be an easier way to do this...' Zane thought, yawning widely as he did. He looked at the two clones, a thoughtful expression fixed on his face. Zane suddenly snapped his fingers and grinned. 'Make 'em fight each other!' Zane mentally exclaimed, stunned at the fact that he hadn't thought of it sooner. Zane grinned wider and slapped his hands together, making the triple handseals and focusing his chakra outward. Zane was going to kill two birds with one stone, work on making three clones at once, then having all five current clones duke it out.

Moving at a faster pace than before, Zane blinked, surprised at how fast the clones now formed, three circles of grass getting pulled out and forming into the clones. Zane couldn't help but snicker at the site of the lawn now, several large circles of fresh cut grass dotting it. Zane turned to his clones- all five of them- and crossed his arms. "Well, since ya'll can handle me, let's see how you fair against yourselves. Go!" Zane said, pumping his fist at the last word. Without another moment of hesitation, the clones sprang into action, whirling and blocking and dodging each others attacks. Zane however grinned and plopped down on the ground, watching the spectacle of the faceless versions of him duke it out. He couldn't help but notice that the clones not only mimicked his physical form, but their fighting style even mimicked his, using the momentum of blow and attack to keep moving, never keeping his body still. And yet, like Zane, they kept their faces at each other as often as possible- much like Zane did to almost guarantee eye contact for genjutsu use.

And so they continued- none of the clones having the necessary weapons nor attacks to end each other. Zane wondered if they would ever tire, or if they really would keep fighting until Zane said something. But despite this, Zane knew that he still had to practice making multiples of the clones- so far only being able to make 3 at a time, with the goal being twenty at once. 'Man... that's a lot of clones...' Zane thought, unable to help himself, a grin spreading over his face at what a technique he was picking up. Zane- once more lost in thought- wasn't paying attention as a clone flew at him, having been thrown by it's sibling. "Gah!" Was all the young man could exclaim before it collided with him. Before Zane knew it he was at the bottom of a dog pile, all the clones having jumped on him. "Ge'off me!" Zane gasped, wriggling and flailing to get free. "Wait a minute... Kai!" He shouted, sitting up after the clones poofed, leaving only shreds of grass coating him. Zane sighed but chuckled softly, flopping back onto the grass and yawning widely.

[zaneofthegrass]

20 l 80

Zane shook his head, opening his eyes and sitting up. 'Huh... guess I fell asleep...' Zane thought, looking around the garden. At first Zane felt a bit ashamed at falling asleep, but after thinking about it, realized it was probably for the best- a quick power nap boosting his slowly draining chakra pool. He rubbed sleepily at his right eye, slowly getting to his feet and eying the garden. The sun was still up- but was starting its decent into the horizon- late afternoon by Zane's guess. Zane held his hands together and stretched them upwards, groaning as his muscles relaxed and loosened. He did feel rejuvenated, and that only meant the training would continue.

Looking around, Zane started to move towards a fresh patch of grass, but paused and looked at the semi circles of short grass, raising an eyebrow at them and strolling backwards slowly until he stood next to one. So far he had been able to make a clone with long grass, and short grass... but what about barely any grass? Zane nodded and started making the handseals, turning to face one of the barren patches of grass as he did. At first Zane didn't notice anything happening, but that soon changed as he noticed the very roots of the grass beginning to get pulled out, the already nearly barren patch of grass soon becoming nothing but dirt- a freshly made clone standing at ready where the grass once was.

'Not bad...not bad...' Zane thought, surprised that even with a small amount of grass- the technique was such a well tailored one that even a small amount of grass was sufficient. Zane nodded and released the jutsu, walking away from the now barren patch sneakily- knowing his Aunt Mimori would tear him a new one if she saw this. He scampered away deeper into the garden, heading towards where there was more grass. Now knowing the conditions in which the jutsu could be used, Zane now just needed to get the number of them correct, then use them properly. But first things first- Zane needed to see just how many clones he could make at once.

He smacked his hands together, making the triple handseals necessary for the jutsu, focusing a large sum of his chakra outwards across the grass around him. Zane closed his eyes to focus more, feeling his chakra radiate outwards and down from his feet. Once again Zane started to hear the wet scratching and stretching sound of the grass beginning to form the clone, the sharp snapping sounds soon accompanying the others as the grass began to part from the ground. But Zane did not stop focusing his chakra, wanting to get as many of these clones as possible. The sounds were much louder than any of the other times, the sickly sweet smell of shredded grass soon hitting Zane's nose- a smell most Kusa nin's were not only used to- but comforted by. Zane opened his eyes, a proud grin soon sliding over his face as he looked in front of him.

Standing side by side in a relaxed state were ten faceless versions of him. 'Half of what is expected for the jutsu, not bad.' Zane thought. Though Zane was a little disappointed, having put a good amount of himself into the jutsu. Zane pondered for a moment, thinking of ways to double the jutsu's output. The only thing the boy could think of was trying the jutsu with a full chakra pool- but that would mean stopping and picking up the jutsu tomorrow. Zane sighed and dispatched the clones, plopping down and looking over at the house lazily. "You know Zaney, giving up isn't going to make that jutsu any easier..." A sing song voice said from above Zane. He looked up to see one of his cousins hanging upside down from the tree above him, her arms dangling, being held up by her legs. Kusatsu, a ninjutsu master like Matsu, was one who would rarely step in to aid the younger boys. The girl was physically similar to Matsu, her hair covering one half of her pretty face, her body slim and flexible. She dropped from the branch, landing gracefully into a squatting position much like the one Matsu does. "Want help?" She asked, her one showing eye shining happily. Zane smiled back and nodded, waiting for his cousin to start.

[Koori.]

+20

40|80

[zaneofthegrass]

[40 l 80]

"See, you got the basics down Zaney, but if you wanna do this riiiight you actually gotta think a lil' outside the boxey." Kusatsu said, now sprawled out on her back- Zane also following suit, the top of his head slightly touching the top of hers. "Meaning?" Zane asked as a large yawn escaped him. Kusatsu giggled and sighed, stretching her lithe body before flopping back onto the ground. "Well, when you go to make more than a few clones- using the first technique isn't the way to do it, if ya focus too much, the clones won't produce so much, being centered in one area. The key to them clones is to think big." Kusatsu said, closing her eyes as she did. Zane nodded then slowly brought himself up into a sitting position, spinning on his bum and looking down at Kusatsu.

Zane started to make the handseals- but got cut off by Kusatsu poking him in the forehead with one of her toes, giggling at his expression afterwards as she rolled forward and sat in a crouched position, her face inches from Zane's. 'Heh, kinda like Matsu...' Zane thought, inching back as he did. "No rushing Zaney, lemme show you first." Kusatsu said in her sing-song tone before rolling backwards a few times then standing gracefully. Her hands were a blur as she made the handseals- Zane's eyes not even able to follow the skilled kunoichi. Before Zane could even stand, Kusatsu was surrounded by a large group of faceless copies of herself- a total of twenty. "Huh... is that how it's supposed to go? I don't even see any grass damage." Zane said, tilting his head slightly to the left.

"Yup, see, instead of taking a whole thingy of grass, I just shaved off the tops for the jutsu- this way the bad guys won't know what or where the clones come from at first- meaning they won't know how to defeat them at first." Kusatsu explained, placing on hand on her hip and pointing at Zane, her clones mimicking her and doing the same. Zane blinked and chuckled once, the motions entertaining him. "How did you do that Kusa-chan?" Zane asked, nodding at the clones mimicking her. "I trained them to mimic me silly- by thinking of what I want them to do- they do it. It's actually really simple Zaney, the clones are more than just copies of you, since your chakra was used to make them, they can 'hear' your thoughts, and even think like you." Kusatsu explained, making a finger wiggling motion at Zane, her clones mimicking her again. Zane nodded, glad that he had such helpful family members.

"Alright, how do I make the clones using just the tops of the grass like you?" Zane asked, shaking his body out- loosening his muscles for more training. "Easy, instead of just throwing your chakra out when making the clones, hold it at just above your feet, and radiate it outwards from there in a horizontal fashion. I know you have the Kikkawa chakra control- so it shouldn't be really hard for you Zaney." Kusatsu explained, holding two fingers to her mouth and whispering "Kai!" afterwards, her clones poofing away. Zane nodded, this time slowly and purposefully making the handseals, gathering the chakra in his body before pushing it down- stopping at his ankles and then focusing on pushing it outwards. A sweat drop slid down his brow as he focused .

Zane grinned as a clone began to materialize before him- seemingly from nothing. Kusatsu giggled and clapped her hands at Zane's success. "Good Zaney! See? It's not that hard." She said giddily, bouncing forward and circling Zane's clone. "Yup yup, you definitely got it." Kusatsu said, prodding the clone every now and then. She then turned to look at Zane with a deviant, playful look in her eye and snickered mischievously. Zane blinked and took a tentative step back. "Uh... Kusa-chan... why're you looking at me like that..." Zane asked, a drop of sweat moving down the side of his face. "Becaaaause~ now you gotta make nineteen more, all at once." She said, snickering at Zane's exasperated expression. He sighed then dismissed the clone, nodding to his cousin and saying "Alright, let's do this then."

[logix]

enter.

"I still don't understand why we live on a damn hill. I mean... god."

Surely, this was something he didn't do often; however he found the situation relevant to whine about the walk they had took to get to the home. A slight frown crossed his face as he glanced over his shoulder to gaze over Matsu, a slight smile tracing his face. "Don't worry so much, Matsu-sama. You'll get there soon." He reassured with utmost optimism, the Chuunin himself being about three times as strong as the younger shinobi, and by simply a year and a few months distance. Had Gansaku been one to brag, he would have pushed it in the boys face for sure.

He ceased his walking as he stood at the steps of the residence, waiting for Matsu to walk ahead and lead them inside; the mere "body guard" glancing around as if he expected something bad to occur. However all was fine, and he slipped his hands upon his hips as he licked his lips a bit, energetic. "We should hurry up, Matt-sama."