Hitokiri No Doku HQ/INN (Private)

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Surotto Etoku スロットえとく(Slot Understanding) (Learning 17th time)

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Still strapped upon the puppet’s back, Nyzu would stare about the folds of darkness as he rested there. Indeed this was to be deemed as an odd vantage point, an odd or perhaps rather different point of view. Unsure of this new method’s attempts, he would rest there hesitantly wondering as to what would it be like, how controlling such a figure would be seen and used. Whether of ease or not, that would be up to the young puppeteer, for although he had used such puppet techniques before, never had it been used in such a combination. He and the puppet were now one, and with that thought in mind, controlling Hizaru’s body would be of the utmost importance in survival. Perhaps it would be best that he tinker around with the puppet, with its weapons and equipment, better furthering his slot understanding of that puppet in specific, and more importantly all puppets?

Very little would then be said, for as the silence would ensue, the young puppeteer would begin to take action. Little by little, with the utmost care and diligence possible, he would begin to wave his chakra strings out of the folds of his very own bandages, and upon doing such, would inch their way towards the puppet itself. Upon finally attaching, and indicating that all the strings of chakra had bee accurately placed, not only for ease of control, but rather most effective efficiency as well as speed, he would begin to work his mastery of the arts. Unsure of how to control a puppet from such vantage, it would be deemed best that he start from small steps, and in doing so, the young lad would begin to continue his training with Hizaru.

And lingering moments of darkness would follow, for as he saw through the puppet’s very own eyes, he would twitch a finger, attempting to cause it to move. Wondering what would happen, racing in mind with thought as to what would occur, he would stand there cautiously and wait for a result. Moments would pass as nothing would seemingly occur, and frustrated, a more harsh tug would be made, pulling strongly at the puppet’s arm. His eyes would widen, for as he stared through Hizaru’s black cold eyes, the arm itself would begin to move. How weird did this not feel? How odd was it for the puppet to move, yet his very own limbs had not. Alas, such a different vantage may require getting used to, and in doing so, he would begin to focus on other puppet armory.

Slowly his right pinky would move, and in doing so, he would hopefully evoke the jaw itself which lay strongly hinged and latched to the upper jaw, to move. For a moment a brief pause would occur, his eyes watching diligently for results, and as the jaw itself would creak, like a door seeking much dire need of oil, so would the very jaw of the puppet move, creating such sounds. A nod would occur, one not to be seen beneath the folds of the puppet as he began to attempt to move the mass which held him. Slowly by lifting the right leg, the puppet would learn forward, and just before the mass itself was to fall, it would place itself firmly upon the ground, landing and securing a new balance. Sighing with relief, such practice would ensue, over and over again, without cease nor indication of exhaustion, for indeed his desire to master such movements of a puppet and control over its weapons were great.

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For several moments longer his training and exercises would continue. Working diligently and running about the training field, the puppet would begin to move with greater and greater precision, as he controlled it with higher and higher mastery. Indeed such a different vantage point was of no disadvantage at all and merely required going accustomed to, for after merely minutes of working with the puppet all control and functionings would seem to return back to normal.

Upon tinkering with the puppet a moment longer, he would sign and attempt to wield the weapons inside the puppet one final time, for mastery of weapons was also a must, no? In doing so, the gas chamber would quickly reveal itself, a small pipe protruding from the mouth itself. Several joints and limbs would bend and work, as arms would disassemble and reassemble with the greatest of ease. It seemed that his work was done.

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Name: Repulsion
Rank: B
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Causes a surge of energy to run through the magnetic core, rebuffing with great force all metallic objects.
Special: Dragon (Hold)
Drawback: If too close, items of the user will be effected. (If in range.) Dragon hand seal must be held for continuing effects of the core to take place. The jutsu may remain held for up to 3 posts before the chakra strings sever from the surges of chakra, any longer and the strings will break. Each turn held, the jutsu will drain a C rank of chakra.
Description: The user spikes an amount of chakra sent through their chakra strings and into the magnetic core inside the puppet’s chest. In doing so, this surge of chakra is then converted into electricity and sent spiraling around the thousands of metallic wires inside the core itself. When such takes place, a very strong magnetic field is induced, and based on the direction of the current, the core will instantly repel all magnetic items within a radius of 5 meters (Per size of puppet, starting at Size C) of the puppet back towards the assailant with X times the speed and force. (X is equal to 1+size of the puppet starting at Size C) Ex: A Size C puppet would rebuff objects at twice the speed and force sent at it.
Limit: Must be a Puppeteer, Requires 100 Tp in Lightning Release, Must known C Rank Magnetism

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Ah alas, for the young puppeteer would finally return from the shop at which he had finally decided upon several purchases and placed his orders. Indeed it was a tedious task, designing and contemplating, and creating several different puppet schematics, however it seemed that he was unable to decide, and finally bought them all. The puppets that had been sealed within his scroll awaited anxiously, wondering when their new master would tinker with them as to see what goods await. Such was to come, all in due time, for upon descending the cold granite floors of the inn, he would descend to the basement, and upon finally reaching the bottom of the long and vast and continuous flight of stairs, the puppeteer would look about. All seemed to be abandoned, all seemed to be empty and quite, as if the clan had gone somewhere momentarily.

No matter, for now was the best time to test out his new companions, his new gadgets and toys which he had eyed curiously. For the old man at the shop had indeed shown him a new weapon, one which raised his curiosity all the greater as he thought about it. Told to be some sort of magnet, the puppeteer would slowly remember the shop in which he had bought it. An elderly old man had shown him, extending out a quite light yet rather large cylinder, and upon taking hold of it, the young lad looked skeptical. Some magnet, no? Had it been a magnet, would it not truly be have attracted all of his metal senbon? Indeed such would seem to be the case yet oddly nothing would happen. Doubt would ensue, however the man would wave all this hesitance away.

Placing the core upon the table, its mighty form resting gently, as if the table had not been opposed at all, hand seals would form as Nyzu watched. From his skilled eyes it seemed that chakra strings were dangling from the man’s fingers, leading towards the core. It seemed that his companion was of the puppeteering community as well? No matter, for it was the effect which intrigued the lad. No sooner had his energies been focused through the chakra strings, the core would begin to react, and strongly, senbon from Nyzu’s pockets would press forward against his clothes, as if trying to unite with the magnet itself. As if about to tear off the very clothes from his body, such metals would attract with all the greater potency, as if the magnet demanded so. Such a force however would halt, for the old man would break the hand seal, and simply sit down to rest while panting.

Indeed the core seemed to be no longer reactive, and as the young puppeteer stood there, his eyes would widen with curiosity. What on earth was this devilish machine? Had it not merely been a lump of rock seconds ago? What perhaps now had occurred so that it was given life, so that it had the power to attract and to pull? Oddly baffled and confused, he would stare back at the old man waiting for him to explain. It seemed however that he was out of breath, and in waiting for the old man to speak, Nyzu would hopefully learn the secrets behind such a magnet. Or would he? Still reminiscing as to the incident of the shop, he would look quite dazed, as if day dreaming, and trying to recollect the past.

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And so the recollection would resume, and in doing so the puppeteer would return to the lingering thoughts within his mind, back to the old rustic shop in which he was still questioning as to the worth of such weaponry. Still standing there contemplating as to how the magnet itself functioned, the young lad would shake his head a moment more. Unable to understand how a mere hunk of metal was to work so pristinely, so precisely, his gaze would shift back towards the old man who had finally caught his breath. Eying him curiously, a hand would be offered as he attempted to help the man stand.

“Sir… how does such an object work? How is it merely a slab of metal now, but rather before, was a force of such strong attraction that I barely managed to keep my clothes on?”

The old man however would laugh and chuckle. Merely pointing towards the magnetic core, or so he had called, it his lips would begin to part, begin to move, and begin to explain. A finger would run along side of the core, prying it open gently as to show the young puppeteer what lay inside. Motioning slowly to the lad, he would beckon Nyzu forth urging him to take a look inside. After all, what good is a puppeteer who knows naught of his very own weapons?

Taking a step forward curiously, he would eye the inside of the core to find himself shocked. Expecting some sort of massive power source, or some other rare and valuable key as to unlock the secrets of this technique, he would gaze upon the inside with mighty disappointment. There inside the core lay absolutely nothing, for it seemed to remain empty, and resided with merely a black hole. Skeptical and partially losing his patience, Nyzu would turn towards the old man, his crimson red eyes flowing with anger and fury. Was he deceived? Perhaps this was merely a gag, a trick, a deception by the old man merely to waste his time? No, indeed it wouldn’t for was the old man himself not a puppeteer as well?

Trusting such judgment, his gaze would lessen as it would meld and mold and form itself into that of curiosity. Turning he would speak slowly in wonder.

“Old man… I see nothing. The core itself is nearly empty, with a lacking void of space existing. Indeed, if anything, what triggers such a power, for I see no source of energy, no trinket of magnification, nothing of the sorts which might and may perhaps explain something so logically.”

Shaking his head once more, he would revert his gaze back towards the old man and sigh.

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Smiling in with understanding, the old man would beckon the lad once more. His genteel expression, his calm face and complexion, all would restore and lost hope and trust in the lad, for it seemed as though Nyzu wanted to understand, it seemed that he wished to purchase such a machine. Finally turning his gaze back down towards the empty depth of the core, his eyes would follow the direction of that which the old man pointed at. Such a gnarled finger would guide him, perhaps leading him to enlightenment, and as he stared disappointment would yet again ensue.

But what was this? Upon staring yet a second time, his glance would sharpen, and his eyes would hone into the more detailed and in depth aspect of the core. Suddenly something would become clear, that which he hadn’t seen before, but what exactly was it? Looking with much greater scrutiny, the puppeteer would soon grow to recognize the spectacle which rested before him. Could it be so simple? Could it be, that there before him in the core lay thousands and thousands of wires wrapped about the inside lining of the core? Such a concept was indeed perceived, for a copper and brass lining seemed to be there, but what exactly did it all mean? How was mere metal supposed to stimulate and create such devastating effects?

Such wisdom and experience was to come with age as Nyzu’s head was about to turn. Only to be halted by the old man’s words, it would cease moment to listen once more.

“Stay there lad. Look inside the core and tell me what you see. On second thought, don’t do that, we both know what you have seen, otherwise you would have looked even more puzzled no? You see those copper wires do you not? And perhaps you wonder, how on earth are they able to function so well to create such an effect? I’ll tell ya lad, this ain’t no ordinary magnet. Tis an electro magnet, that which runs off the power of electricity. In running a current through the magnet, whether large or small, the wires will amplify the power thousands of folds, creating a reaction such as you desire. Does that suffice now?”

Finally standing to his full height, Nyzu would stare sullenly for several moments. The idea, the concept of such a simple weapon intrigued him, however why did such a weapon of simplicity seem to cause him to look in disdain? No matter, for he felt enticed, he felt an urge, a desire to purchase such a weapon, and in doing so he would begin to scrabble the final and last details consisting of his very own puppets. Slowly his day dream would begin to fade, and in doing thus, Nyzu would awake to see the training grounds once again. It seemed that wherever the members had gone, they had returned, and thusly for Nyzu, training must resume.

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And in doing such, in creating a dream about that which he sought, all memory and past tutoring would become recalled and summoned to his mind. Allowing the blood to return to his extremities, the young puppeteer would gaze about once more towards his fellow clan members. Each training individually, or with one another, sparring or perhaps exercising to whatever degree, he would look quite carefully and take notice of the things which had occurred. There seemed to be a man over yonder, working up a great sweat indeed with target practice, for were the skill of assassination not of the highest importance to the clan?

No matter, for the blood which he had been deprived of would finally and at last return to his veins, and in realizing such, he would gently stand and support himself against a wall. A hand would reach carefully into a scroll, withdrawing it from his very own pockets. The same familiar scroll as before, that which had sealed Hizaru as well as Banryu. Upon taking out such a scroll from his hands, the puppeteer would gently withdraw a regular senbon, and having nicked his very own fingers, would smear the blood across the scroll with one graceful and swift action. In doing so, hand seals would form, and a cloud of smoke would appear. Allowing for it to subside, he would gaze upon three figures that stood before him, three oh so familiar figures.

There before him, would stand three figures, taking on the very same form of Nyzu himself. Indeed he had created such twisted puppets, those that looked exactly like him, as if doppelgangers. Each looking exactly alike, taking on after Nyzu, and even donning the same garbs, would stand there vigilantly, each with a katana laying at their waist. For a second he would pause and smile, staring at such a fine likeness of himself, and in doing so, he would begin to act. Chakra strings would surge forth from the puppeteer, allowing him to act swiftly as he gained control of all three puppets with ease and grace. For these puppets were all of the same model, and all were designed with the same weapon he was determined to master, the same fickle core.

The strings finally attached, he would tug gently at the puppets, and in doing so, would assure and reaffirm himself several times over and over yet again and again that the lines were secure. For what good was a master of puppets had he let a line slip and potentially endanger his control over the puppet? No matter, for it seemed that the lines were secure, and with each of the puppets standing before him, he would shake his head once and smile. Fingers would work diligently, each puppet tied to the controller with strings all merely leading from one hand as he gazed upon the puppets and watched once more. Training was to continue, and in doing so, the real work had begun. No longer would memories and reminiscence suffice, for Nyzu yearned for real practice with such a core, and indeed he was to obtain it.

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But what was one supposed t do now? What was Nyzu to do once the puppets were in place and standing before him? Trying to remember with the greatest of concentration, he would shake his head and watch all the more vigilantly, as if trying to remember that which had momentarily eluded him. For indeed, it had merely momentarily eluded him. The hand seals which the old man had formed were no longer of his memory, and in an attempt to remember such he felt such a great frustration, almost as if his very own heart had been torn out.

For a moment his mind would begin to panic, wondering and contemplating what exactly had just occurred. Such a brief and short point of the conversation had eluded him, such a small detail which lacked any wroth of notice would suddenly rush out of his mind, leaving him with such danger and fury of confusion. No matter, for upon inhaling slowly his mind would attempt to regain control, to calm and console himself as he stood there breathing and attempting to clear his mind. Reverting back to the incidence where he had met the old man, memories would scroll through his mind, running about and trying to locate the demonstration. Finally at last he would open his eyes and smile. A nod of satisfaction and pleasure would show as he stared back towards the puppets who stood at the ready.

Such a simple task it was indeed once he had remembered. The hand seals were merely a hand seal rather than hand seals, rather a single entity, than a complex series. Fooled by such easiness of that which he had nearly forgotten and overcomplicated, the young puppeteer would shake his head and chuckle.

“Dragon…” He would remember, as such words rolled of his lips with ease and satisfaction. Turning back towards the puppets, hand seals would form, and in doing so, he would prepare himself and his puppets for the upcoming jutsu. Unsure what was to happen with his first attempt, he hoped for progress and results just as the old man had shown him, but what was to come?

And so chakra would begin to surge, and such bountiful energies would flow forth. Down the strings which remained attached to the puppets, and into the cores itself, the energies which he had bestowed upon the three puppets would suddenly spike, converting itself into lightning and electricity, as a powerful and massive current would run through the core. Nothing would be seen however, for as there was no metal. A call would echo throughout the room as he beckoned to a clan mate. Motioning for them to attack the puppets, senbon and shuriken of all sorts would fly forth, repelling and rebounding back at the attackers till Nyzu released his jutsu. Watching he would stare in appreciation and admiration.

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Chakura no Tate, チャクラの盾 (Shield of Chakra)
Rank: A Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A technique used by puppet masters, this jutsu creates a shield using chakra emitted from panels that are released from a puppet's arms. This chakra shield can protect the user from several hazardous attacks; however, enough clotting force (such as Iron Sand) can clog up the puppet arm joints and render the shield useless.
Special: Must be a Puppeteer
Drawback: If the puppet arms clog up around the joints the technique is useless.
Description: The puppet brings its arms up having the hands together as the flaps open up, showing that the flaps are in a design of an "X". By concentrating on the chakra the user is capable of creating a chakra shield to block on coming attacks. When used the user is capable of blocking "A" to "S" rank attacks. The problem is that the user can not guess what will be coming towards them, so if the user wishes to stop an "S" Rank technique, then the user uses a higher amount of chakra.
Limit: Must have the Arm Fan for Chakra Shield within each arm.

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Alas, upon sitting there Nyzu would find himself baffled and unsure of what was to be done next. His head would turn slowly, rotating about the room as he gazed forth for several silent and solitary moments, as if he was thinking to himself quietly. Contemplating what exactly was to be done, eyes would fall upon several training clan members about him. Each working with the highest diligence, as if models to be praised for their devotion to work, the young puppeteer would continue to watch. His sullen crimson red eyes would gaze a moment longer as he felt a yearning, a desire for such passion. For long had it been since he was seized by such a burning desire, that of which to learn, and that which stimulated progress and capability. His mind was full of doubt, full of hesitance and uncertainty, for his own skills and efforts seemed to be faltering as he awaited for his next decision.

And thus, his eyes would fall upon the three puppets before him. Such curious puppets they were, each standing of his own height, and of his own weight, even to the extent of mimicking his very own chakra system by means of an intricate seal that he had placed upon then. What indeed was to be done about such? For these puppets, or rather clones, dare he say doppelgangers, were of a disturbing liking to Nyzu. They looked like him, they moved like him, and even with his very own control over them, they would soon begin to act and to speak just as he himself would. It was almost as if he had created his very own clones, each modeled and fashioned after himself. But no, something was different, as it would always be. For these were puppets, not humans, but rather merely creations of mesh and metal, of wood and of work.

There would always be a difference however, always a changing factor which outlined the sole and only indication between master and minion. Yes, the puppets lacked a heart, they lacked a body of mind, yet that was not the case. For with time and manipulation, even these lifeless forms which resembled him so much, would seem to grow to life. Ah, it was the sadness that came with such graceful skills, for as the puppeteer grew fond of his own puppets, the world around him would begin to enclose, as only his friends would remain. Those of wood and of his own works. Ah, but what was this sole different than? What was it that made the master stand out from the minions, what made them no longer of one identity, but rather of a split?

His foot steps would begin to sound as his body moved. Feet slowly pitter pattering towards the three puppets before him, he would begin to near and to approach the one which lay in the center of the trio. A pale white hand would extend itself outwards as he stood there silently in contemplation, as he stood there merely inches from the likeness of his very self. Such a puppet would seem so real even to a masterful eye, however there was a hidden secret inside each of these three puppets, each of these three morally confounded trio. And such a secret would lie in their weaponry, in their innovation and creativity. Were these not puppets of a new era? Were they not the doppelgangers, his essence of pride and joy?

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His hand would reach forth, slowly approaching the puppet before him with the most decrepit speed possible. Sluggishly reaching, he would pause for a moment, allowing his train of mind as his thoughts to finish processing. Yes these puppets were different from the others, for had he not christened them with his very own expression, with his very own looks and emotions? Had he not embodied his very soul into these puppets? But therein lay the problem.

No way in hell, never would the puppeteer dare violate his own body, no? Why must such a puppet have to resemble him so, for it was oh so torturous. No matter, for training must continue and with such said, his mind would grow determined to continue. Inching forwards, a hand would finally place itself upon his own. Taking it into his grasp, he would smile, and raise it. As if the two were of mirror images, the puppet and master would move as one and would continue until their arms lay at waist level. Slowly his other hand, the unoccupied one would begin to move, and upon pressing itself against the wrist of the puppet, he would inspect it with utmost care and diligence. Unsure of exactly what he was looking for, he would stare for several long moments in utter silence.

His hands would continue to feel about, pressing at each odd and end, searching for the unknown which he desired. Although such actions may seem random and spontaneous there would indeed be a reason, and there would indeed be a cause. For upon creating and finalizing the build of his very own Nyzu puppets, he would find himself at an excess of open space, an excess of slots. Such an excess would not be welcoming at all, and desiring to add more, desiring to fill such a gap, he would stare at the old man whom had offered him so much. Such innovations, such new technology, all would be within the grasp of the old man who so willingly helped him at the shop. He could remember it as if it was merely the day before. All would be clear as if merely a second had passed since it had occurred.

Upon entering the rustic back room of the work shop, the old man would quickly scuttle about, searching and digging for random items and accessories. As if it was a rat pile, where one collected and festered all sorts of things, the room would be filled to the brim with trinkets of all sorts, with objects and items that the man had crafted and created over his life span. Finally he would turn and present to Nyzu several objects. Each laid out before him, he would stare carefully and examine every piece and detail, ever work and mark ever made upon the piece. And shaking his head, he would proceed down the line, investigating in vain, for alas, nothing seemed to suit the young lad. But eh? What was this? For a moment he would pause, and staring upon the very last item he would remain. And awakened from his dream he would arise, wondering what could it have been which he had forgotten.

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His hands, his pale ghastly hands, would begin to run slowly over the smoothed wood which he held in his hands, desperately trying to remember. Running over and over it several times, he would pause to think, for indeed there was an abnormality, there was a difference. And there beneath his very own palms lay that which he had noticed and found. There lay a slight ridge in the wood, as if a protrusion for something to extend, or to expand from. And with that said, his fingers would begin to move over it, caressing this very same spot, attempting to predict and understand what exactly it was.

His nails would claw inside, prying up the hidden secrets of the puppet itself. And in doing so, it would catch into something, and cause it to rise. A stirring of finely grinded wood dust would expel, for indeed the puppet was near brand new and had that sawdust smell to it still. No matter, for from his nails it would convey to his hands, and from his very own hands, that which he held would seen be seeable. It would soon become slightly clear, although not thoroughly understandable as to what he had found and now held within his very own grasp and clutch. Eyes would gaze upon the strange protrusion, that which he held forth, and for several long and silent moments, his eyes would engulf such an item curiously with wonder, and an odd sense of reminiscence. For had it not seemed like he had known what this was, yet still did not understand?

Slowly fingers would begin to grasp at the wood within his clutches. Gingerly growing familiar with its shape, its texture and feeling, he would stare more intently with a desire to learn and to understand. His nose would approach slowly, pressing itself against the wood to the slightest touch, and in doing so, he would inhale, appreciating the smell of a new puppet, for indeed it was blessed and good. And such delicate fingers would no longer be able to resist. Bustling with curiosity, they would begin to pry force the folds which lay inside the wood, for it seemed that there was more than meets the eye. Gently pulling and tugging at the wood, it would soon reveal to the young puppeteer to be a structure or frame of some sorts.

And with this new frame exposed, and shown to the surface, the truth of the matter, his crimson red eyes would gaze upon it once more with reminiscence. Slowly contemplating what exactly this contraption was in his mind, he would nod his head slowly in agreement, for indeed that was what he had sought. Never had he been so sure, yet so unsure. Never had he not known, yet somehow strangely known. It was as if by instinct or rather by confounded will, that he had found such an object, such a design in his puppets, yet indeed he would begin to slowly remember, and in doing so, he had found that which he had sought. Those strange pairs of equipment, or perhaps weapons, that had eluded his mind as he stared once again inside the shop, dreaming of what the old man had told him.

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Yet with such a reminiscent mind, he would delve back into the past and continue to seek such answers, and perhaps such tutorials as to how to proceed with such trainings. Slowly his conscious would fade as he delved into the dream world, and in doing so, he would yet again be in that back area shop that the old man had lead him to. The rustic yellow lights would glimmer dully as he stood there, turning around only to find the old man sitting there and crafting at the stool. There in his hands lay the most recent creation of the shop, these very simple X shaped wooden bars, that seemed to be merely as depicted.

Hesitantly, the young puppeteer would begin to approach the old man before him, and upon placing his pale ghastly hand on his old and wretched shoulders, he would await for a response. Yet there seemed to be no response, and in his elderly age, the old man would merely continue working, as if nothing had happened. Confused, he would wait patiently, for perhaps time itself had slowed down the old man’s thinking skills and reception functions, yet that too did not seem to be the case. For only upon finishing the very subject which he was working on, would the old man turn slowly and smile at him. It seemed that he was ready to pay full attention to his customer with such a curious eye.

And upon turning ever so slightly on his stool, the old man’s weathered eyes would meet those of Nyzu, those bounding and bursting with life as his own began to subside and dim. His eyes would renew with life however, for as he noticed Nyzu’s shifting gaze, he would soon realize why the lad had come to his shop. Rarely had fellows come, interested in his work, but no, this lad was different, he had interest. And with this inspiration found in such youth, he would extend his hands out, as if knowing exactly what the lad was to ask. His gnarled hands would raise such towards the boy’s eyes, and wondering what his thoughts would be, he awaited eagerly, wondering and contemplating what exactly would be his reaction. Upon seeing such however, Nyzu would stare slowly, and meet the old man’s eyes yet again. Nodding gently, the old man would smile, indicating for him to take it into his hands for examination.

And upon grasping such fine craftsmanship, such fine work of art, the young lad would marvel. His hands running gently across the wood, he would nod slowly, wondering, prodding, and seeking the true purpose of such a contraption. For several long moments his eyes would continue to fall upon the wood, resting on it eternally, and even leaving it from his glance, for not a moment, nor a brief second. Entranced he would become, yet all the more in vain it was, for it seemed that he would be unable to discover the uses of such a machine on his own, and that any effort would seem to be for naught and to be in vain. And slowly turning to the old man before him, he would gingerly place it in his hands as he awaited silently.

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For a moment awkward silence would ensue, for clearly the obvious was to be told to be shown and to be understood. Alas, the young puppeteer had failed to understand the meaning of such an item, and although sure there was some purpose, some deed or meaning behind the very essence of what he was to do with it, he was unsure, and that in itself was more than enough reason to return the item. The old man, although some what disappointed, would show no sighs of such, and smiling, would raise and wave and elderly hand to the lad to follow. Standing slowly, he would begin to speak. His words would be solid and resound, clearly spoken with very breath.

“This lad is nothing of the ordinary, as both you and I have realized and grown to know. The trick here however is much different than that of your standard puppet weaponry no? Of course, since that was agreed by both of us, what than is to be done now? The logical standard would be to separate and create distinction between the two types no? But how? What is the difference? Surely such a question would be unanswered by you, for there is a lacking of understanding as to what it is no? In that case, I shall spare you and answer myself. There are two basic and major simple categories in which puppetry is divided by. That which heavily relies upon chakra, and that which does not, but rather uses the physical essence.”

For a second, the young lad would stared with a baffled expression, that of pure genuine confusion. What exactly was meant by heavily chakra relied, and physical essence? Such a look however was to be easily read, and the old man would continue to speak without being urged. “You see lad, there are very simple types of puppetry weapons in this world. We known them to be launchers, and blades of all sorts no? However, there is a higher more advanced class of puppetry, that which is solely based off of chakra. These here for example, their physical frame has no obvious attribute indeed which could help no? But when chakra is applied, the sole essence which they require, they become powered and quite a fearsome force. Kind of like those cores I had shown you earlier but to greater extremes.”

Nodding slowly, the young lad would begin to understand, for such logic and such wisdom did not only come with age, but rather also of alacrity and sharpness of mind, no? Slowly he would begin to work out such a task in his mind, sifting through all the weapons he had encountered before and those which he had once seen and saw, and understood before. Such weapons as senbon launchers, and blades, and claws, and wires of some sorts, but indeed the old man was correct. There were very few chakra based weapons, weapons based off of chakra rather than the actual physical attribute of the weapon like did most. If such was to be the case, than what indeed were these fans for?

[adero]

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Upon seeing the lad’s hesitance, the old man would take these very same fans into his arms as if to demonstration. Without speaking, he would stare upon them for several moments, and upon deciding that it would be unfit to show such an explanation or rather demonstration, he would turn in search of a suitable host. Edging about for several long moments, the ancient puppeteer would sigh, and upon grabbing a creation from the shelf, he would quickly suit the arms into the puppet. A nod of approval would show as he turned to Nyzu, indicating his demonstration was read to be seen and to be understood.

For several long moments, he would stare upon the puppet, and finally feeling ready and having mentally prepared, he would begin to react and to enact that which he had been determined to start in the very first place. Fingers gently twitching and dancing about, as if perhaps waltzing with one another, would begin to move, and to enact his masterful works. Slowly the arms of the puppet would arise, and with that, the fans which had been briefly and quickly installed into the puppet’s arms would thus be formed. Each protruding from the puppet’s arms like giant X’s, they would stand there ominously, yet harmfully. What on earth could be done by such? So would the young puppeteer Nyzu wonder as he stood there contemplating to himself silently, however soon all would be revealed within a matter of seconds.

And with the puppet properly hinged and attached, with chakra strings flowing bountifully forth, the old man would begin to surge this very same chakra into the puppet itself. In doing so, such magnificence of energy would begin to burst, as if giving life to the puppet itself. Indeed had this old man been in his prime he would grow to become a much more formidable opponent, however that was not the subject of concern. For as he did such, the arm fans began to react quite splendidly. And in doing so, the puppet’s fans would seem to gain a color of some sorts. Chakra would begin to screen across these cross sections, quickly occupying the once empty spaces that stood before Nyzu. That which had seemed dull and of the norm had suddenly taken on new life with a surprise.

With such a demonstration still in process, the young lad would turn and stare at such fans, for their flare and color all which seemed unique, intrigued him so much and so deeply. A pale hand would extend as if wanting to touch it. Suddenly it would retract pausing in mid air as he turned to the old man wondering if such would be a wise or safe action. A nod would confirm him of such, as the hand would proceed to touch the silken and silicon surface. Indeed it would feel cool, and so gentle, yet what was this? The brightened area which the chakra had flooded refused to budge. Was this some kind of barrier of some sorts? And indeed if so, how could one manage to shape, to mold and to hone chakra to such a fine extent to create such an explicitly perfect defense? Indeed it was quite a feat and amazement to the young lad.

[adero]

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And with such having been demonstrated, with the mind of the young puppeteer now open to the truth and reality of that which had just surpassed merely seconds ago, he would begin to nod to himself with contemplations as to what had occurred. The world about him would begin to fade yet again as he tore himself from such an external planar existence, and with such, slowly the light would begin to flood into his eyes as he awakened. And there before him, the world lay, as he had last left it, yet differently seen through his eyes, seen with memories and understanding of how to work the weapon.

With these very strange fans of wood, of carven plant flesh, the young puppeteer would continue to stare upon them. These very same X shape crosses, that which he had dreamt of merely moments ago, would lie in his hands, taking on the exact shape he had seen, and moving and feeling and even smelling just as it had in the shop merely days before. Indeed this was no strange sensation to the lad, yet something felt different as he gazed past the tresses of his black flowing hair and upon the weapon before him. No matter, for his mind was determined and with such a thought in mind, he would become stubborn and grow determined to be able to function such weaponry. For what would he be called besides a puppeteer was he not able to do so? Was this not his life, his hobby, his enjoyment and pride? Surely he must master all aspects.

Yet how was one to go about such? Such a question would be left in his mind, allowing him to ponder, and to contemplate and to debate and discuss with himself. For several hours he would sit there, theorizing as to possible solutions and methods as to go about such, yet very little would be known as to the actual method. For had he not only seen the old man perform the jutsu once? What little would there be for him but to experiment himself? Alas, such would be a waste of chakra however, and in even the bare mentioning or thinking of such, he would turn in disgust and distaste and disdain of the very mere thought. “Perhaps the chakra merely needs to be flooded into the weapon, and to allow the fans themselves to convey such power and brilliance?... But could it be that easy?”

Indeed it would not, for after training and gaining such experience such predictions would begin easy to the lad. Perhaps there was a trick of some sorts, of some advance method as to screen the chakra to efficiently yet so studiously so that the chakra would be able to resist even physical attacks of the highest degree. But what could it be, what could possibly be allowing these very same fans to do such? Could it perhaps be the internal structuring of the fans? No that didn’t seem to be the case, for if it was merely the design why were these not in far greater use? Obviously the trick would manifest in the user themselves rather than this simplistic weaponry.

[adero]

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No matter, for now would not be the best moment to create and to cause doubts within the shinobi’s mind. Quickly he would arise, and standing where he once sat, actions would perhaps begin to manifest themselves into this world. His legs would tremble as he arose, slowly quivering from the long seated hours which he had day dreamed away, yet no matter, for it was not as if these very same hours were wasted, but rather spent with enlightenment and furthering of his own very goals. And with such a notion in mind, there would be bitterness or hatred or scorn towards how he had spent those hours.

His eyes would gaze around the training grounds once more as he continued to work with the thoughts that still lingered and remained in his head. Slowly his arms would arise, relinquishing the wood which had once lay in his grasp and allowing it to revert back into the puppet. Chakra strings would arise from these very same arms, quickly latching onto the puppet like a leech, or rather some sort of parasite and in doing so he would nod with preparation. It seemed that the chakra strings were to be placed at movement points for optimal control, as were all angles of leverage and all other mastery which may be required. And with such determined, and having been assured that nothing would go wrong of the technical standpoint, there would be nothing left but for the lad to test out the jutsu for the weapons themselves.

And with such said, the long and arduous task would begin. The strings having aligned properly would now be used as his tools, as his method of conveying his very own chakra and implanting it into the puppets before him. The fans extended he would stand there, slowly seeping and seething chakra, allowing it to ooze into the puppet and to invade, to infest the puppet. For several long moments he would stand there silently without speaking, and upon further contemplation he would yawn, shaking his head. Though his appearance seemed lax, he was indeed focused, and training upon such, his mind honed upon the task at hand, thinking solely of such a complication. For this chakra would indeed drain him well, and in doing so, he would have to gauge his own input, lest he fall unconscious.

Oh, but what was this? For the lights before him would begin to illuminate, and the chakra fan itself would suddenly begin to react. The fans, having seeped and gathered and collected his chakra, would begin to spread it across their empty spaces, and in doing so, a sheet of chakra, a very thin sheet of chakra would form. A glowing blue mass would appear, one of brilliance and awe, one of power and of magnificent design. But what was this? His chakra would begin to fade fast, and soon his very life and energy would feel as if exhausted, as if sapped. Did the shield control its input and how much it drew on its own? Such questions would be left as the young puppeteer questioned and wondered and squandered over such topics.

[Masakuni]

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