An Abandoned Home [Training/Private]

[Takuya]

For the first time in years, someone stepped inside this home again. On the outside, it was the same as every other home in the village. It was also located where artists could practice their destructive form. The boy who entered was dressed in either black or gray, with his chains dangling around. An uncontrolled mouth had a home in his right hand, which he had not been in the mood in for the longest time to learn how to control it. He would rather not have it right now, but it was uncontrollable for him at the time. Another problem was that he could not find anyone to teach him.

Dust had collected in this house, and the blood that was once everywhere dried. Spider webs were brushed aside to walk through the all too familiar spot. There was a spot that was left in the house by investigators before. Two white outlines that were not even visible anymore. The one who was clad in black grabbed a broom and swept the floor, him himself not even knowing what the purpose of that action was. If he did end up cleaning up the entire house, then everything would be back the way it used to be, only missing two souls. Or near to it, at least.

In the middle of the cleaning, the broom was suddenly lost. Without a pause, the child ran off to look for something, or somethings. Despite him being in a hurry, he was able to avoid knocking anything over. In his search, he threw away anything old that had no more value, such as food that had gone to waste. It was a relief to him that nothing at all was taken from his old domain, which was simply precious to him.

Slowing down his pace, he walked slowly, looking at everything. In his mind he compared items to how they looked in the past. The man of the house's favorite vase now looked horrible, with all the best parts of it covered by the years worth of dust. Nothing at all looked better then it did before, and the visitor knew that. After walking a bit, he decided to clean something off a little bit. Reaching down to grab a teddy bear, he picked it up with his left hand and simply stared at it. The artist brushed it off with the back of his hand, making sure the mouth did not touch it. With that being done, the bear was given a hug that it did not receive for the longest time. The boy did not set it down, but instead he carried it to where he was heading.

Keys laid all around in a mess. They were usually supposed to be in neat rows, meant to make it easier to tell which key was which. There was a chart on the wall as well, which had a layout for which one was which. It was easily brushed off, with the boy then starting to examine it. Those keys were now being put into the places. Being able to tell which one was which became harder and harder. As tears flowed down his cheeks, Kyousei whispered to no one, "Why?"

[Takuya]

[Ugh, I've had no time to continue this thing...]

The hand froze as it was putting the keys in place. In it was still a key, and it was hovering over the spot where it belonged. His mind was occupied with the times he was with his parents, but now they went on to the times he didn't. The times when he was alone in that orphanage, with people who he felt pretended to care for him. "They lied... they lied... they would have taken better care of me if they actually loved me!" he screamed out as he threw the key down onto the ground. His hand was clutched even harder until he smacked the rest of the keys onto the ground.

His rage lowering, the boy started to walk onwards. That was not the best way to describe it, though. He was really dragging his feet, unintentionally too. His balance was completely off, with him staggering back and forth. More of the pain was coming back towards his mind, coming more any more frequently at every step. There was a crack that he suddenly stepped in, making his foot go through the floor. A loud thud could be heard by those outside, with him being on the floor. His face was bruised, and he wanted someone to help him, just once after that. But he knew no one would care. Not anyone alive, that is. "Why am I the one who gets this? Why do I deserve this?! If karma exists, I should be happy! My life was based on making people happy!" the black-clad genin yelled out towards the end of the dusty hallway. His attention went to his right palm, where the mouth was. "This mouth curses me to make art."

A painful, low laugh came out of his mouth, with him then saying, "People must suffer for art. That is how it goes." After punching the ground with his left fist, the child would continue on on his quest to nowhere. "How would other people feel with this pain?" He wanted to leave it at that, but the other part of him wanted to continue talking. "They were praised for graduating from the Academy, unlike me, who had to just walk away. Not even my so called "friends" would talk to me." The door to his room was slowly opened by him, with him entering it after. "I forgot my bear... but I won't need him right now." Kyousei walked up to his diary, and opened it up to a page. It was about something important to everyone of his bloodline.

[Takuya]

Name: “Katsu”
Rank: E Rank
Skill: Special handseal.
Effect: ---
Special: ---
Drawback: If the user performs "Katsu" for detonation, their is no way to stop the detonation. The Bomb will explode no matter what (Though Certain bombs may be the exception to this rule, stated by the jutsu itself ).
If the user uses "Katsu" to enlarge a clay creature, that said clay creature Cannot revert back to its minuter version. The clay creature enlarges no matter what (Though Certain bombs may be the exception to this rule, stated by the jutsu itself).
Description: A special handseal. This seal denotes "Concentration". A sankuchi uses this sign for a variety of purposes; whether it is to alter the size of certain creations, cause a creation to detonate or give a special effect stated by a certain jutsu/clay creation. The handseal is one of the users hand head upward, his/her index and middle finger held upward, while his/her thumb, ring finger and pinky held inward towards the palm. The user may also hold both the index and middle fingers of both there hands together, crossing there pinky and ring finger, with there thumbs meeting as well. (Either way gives the same effect, no being superior to the other). Katsu is used in a the majority of the Sankuchi jutsus, and its effects are constant unless otherwise stated.

"Katsu" detonates any bomb the user selects, but detonates all of the same bombs for the same set. For example, if the user creates 2 clay spiders for "Tagging bombs" and 2 clay Birds for "Grenade", the user may choose to detonate the clay birds used for "Grenade" and Not the spiders used for "Tagging bomb".
However, the user detonates all the Clay birds at the same time and not one after another. In the case above, once the user decides to detonate the 2 clay birds used in "Grenade", they are both destroyed at the same time. (Some Jutsus may be the exception to this rule, stated by the jutsu itself).
Limit: Only useful to the Sankuchi. Anyone may learn this, but why?

[0/5]

Dear Diary,

Today was a very great day, even though the sun was making my training very, very hot. Oh, I forgot to mention that I did some training! Sorry! Well, it didn't really bother me, since I didn't do much I think. I wasn't running 500 laps or anything. What type of person would even do that? Anyways, I told you about my clan before, right? The Toujitakumi Clan? Remember? All the art that we make! Art is a bang, right?! But in order to make that bang, I needed to learn a hand sign. So silly, I think, but I did learn it. From both of my parents, that is. Oh, and don't think I'm leaving you uninformed on how I learned it! That would just be stupid. You don't think I'm stupid, do you? Of course you don't... I'm watching you.

Anyways, the basic thing I needed to learn was how to do the hand sign. With my little nimble hands, I had to form it in some shape. Let me think how to explain this. Ah! I have to have one of my hands head upward. With that, my index and middle finger have to be held upward. At the same time with my thumb, ring finger and pinky held inward towards the palm. So complicated. It even took me a lot of tries to even get close to it. I am very bad with hand signs. Can't believe I even have to remember those other signs with these signs. You know, the ones that are used for regular stuff? Still, I don't know any of that stuff, so I guess you wouldn't know either.

After hearing the instructions from my daddy, I first tried to do it. I didn't really listen, which is my excuse for messing up so bad. The only part I really heard was use one of my hands. There was a bird flying around, alright? So I just put out my hand and made some weird thing. With my left hand, I put my thumb and pinkie up, not knowing really which fingers to put up. All the rest of my fingers were down. You should have seen the expression on my dads face. He was happy, but at the same time irritated. What is that called? It was really, really, really, really funny looking though. He burst out of laughter, too.

My hand continued to try to make the right shape. My dad was being mean because I didn't listen the first time. I continued to make weird signs, like the one where I kept my ring finger and thumb up. Finally after all that stupid testing I was able to just put my middle and index finger up. How simple is that! I was astonished that it was actually that easy. But I wasn't mad that it took so long. That day I was way too distracted with that blue bird that flew through the sky. Oh, wouldn't it be cool if I made a clay bird that looked just like it? Remind me later of that please! You will remind me, right? Right?!

I almost forgot! There's another way to do the sign, and I find it kind of pointless to know both ways. Its basically the same. I can also use both my hands! With that version, I hold both the index and middle fingers that I have together. The rest of my fingers are just crossed. So you understand how its basically the same thing? I got it on my first try anyways. Beat that! I'm so amazing, aren't I? I will be the best of my clan, as the best fighter and the best artist. That's my dream, at least.



The rest of the page was completely covered in dust. In his attempt to brush it off, he tore off the rest of the page. He simpled crumpled it in his hand while the mouth was licking it and chewing on it. The child dropped the ruined page, and then pondered on what to do with his diary. He stood there a while wondering if he really wanted to read more of it in his current state. Kyousei took a seat, chuckling a bit, and saying, "I have so much time."