[ -- Zero Degreez]

[shinzo-kori]

Kuri Buki
Rank: E-S
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user creates an ice weapon of any shape or size, depending on the amount of chakra the user has, from a body of water. The weapon's liquid-like structure is an excellent medium for sound and can use sound at a much larger capacity than just with your bare hands.
Special: -dragon- -rat- -dog-
Drawback: -Requires sufficient water per rank-
Description: The user summons up water from a near by body of water, the size of a fist; the water can then be shaped into a weapon of any shape, and any size depending on the amount of chakra the user has. Once the shape and size of water is determined, it is hardened into a dense ice, as if it was an actual weapon.
Limit: Blood limit of Haku

* E: minimal chakra: kunai sized weapons that are somewhat brittle
Estimated water needed: cubic foot
* D: small chakra: Any weapon creatable using two cubic feett of space, solid as ice
Estimated water needed: two cubic feet
* C: moderate chakra: Any weapon creatable using four cubic feet of space, solid as iron
Estimated water needed: four cubic feet
* B: High chakra: Any weapon creatable using six cubic feet of space, solid as titanium
Estimated water needed: six cubic feet
* A: extreme chakra: Any weapon creatable using ten cubic feet of space, solid as damascus steel
Estimated water needed: ten cubic feet
* S: Hokage level chakra:Any weapon creatable using thirty cubic feet of space: solid as adamantine.
Estimated water needed: thirty cubic feet


Side note: All weapons are as light as the original body of water minus the chakra needed to use the technique, so the weapon more-or-less always weighs that of a kunai.

[ -- 0 | 10 ]

[ -- enter, Jai ]

Every movement the demon made was crucial to thought. Each step taken into the snow which crumbled beneath muscle was taken in vain. Only yesterday had blood been spilt on the hands of thy own father. That same day was supposed to be taken eagerly, preparation was needed to coat his true self in order to first impress his kin. It was bold for one to train on such a day, but it kept certain….things off the mind when internal thoughts entered the cerebrum. ’They don’t think I have gotten over it already do I? They must think I’m a monster…’ thought the short tempered kaishin. Though, knowing that things like that happened to him, only put hunger and power into the same thought. Jai had only learned the basics of his talent, and he needed to increase his strength to that of a god if he was going to prove to himself he was worth living. Such thoughts put adrenaline through where there had been none. Heat finally emitting off the cold and fragile heart of the teenager. Silently whispering to himself that power was the only way to happiness. Placing his book down upon the ground, titled “The Unfortunate Weather,” ironically. It was needed, because reading was not going to help him in dangerous times.

”Dragon, Rat, Dog” he repeated silently. Though seeing as the wind had been a little vicious, it was going to carry on further than expected. Words took flight along the snowy mountains around the persons among the village. It was a training cry. Like a dance, the young man would begin to spin on his heels as water flowed throughout the air around him. And within moments haste it would turn to ice within his hands, compelling more chakra throughout the mind into the body, in the palm. Power stood within it’s grasp and it stood making the ice even stronger. At the level training as of now, it would finally be as powerful as ice, from before where it only stood as powerful as the wind itself. Crushing beneath it’s own element in one single drip. Power was something only obtained through full course hunger, and in training it would come in time. Surely the demon had more plan after gaining more power within it’s hands, seeing the young and feeble mind preparing itself for danger. The only thought on his mind, his father. It was a thought that sent tears chilling down a cheek in mere seconds. ”Men don’t cry…” said a voice behind him, soft and gentle enough, like his fathers in time of peace.

Knowing it was no one in general, just his fathers voice in the back of a cerebral trance, kept the train going. It wasn’t enough hearing his fathers voice telling him to try harder. It was the blood on his hands, the stench being smelled which wanted to drive the momentum further. Sweat trickled down the face of a warrior, killer instinct within the mind, slowly training it to tame the beast within. If he were to tame it, then there would be no real Zero Degrees fighting for him, even though it was him in his conscious to begin with. When the true beast had come out, it was just havoc. Nothing like that should be repeated, which is why Zero was going to be a name he used to defeat his enemies, to avenge his fathers death from his hands, surely finding a stairway to heaven. When he got there, he would no for sure, that there was no other way to go but up. That’s why in each hand held a kunai, brute force keeping them from slicing his own body, and strength of mind kept him from thinking such things. Throwing the projectiles into the air and turning the ice back into water, then at a split second as the water droplets spread out, turn them back into ice, swinging his staff and making short spears that were sent flying like senbon.

What a miracle.

[Uchiha Satoshi]

+10

[shaen]

NPC'ing


A knock on the door left Setsomu Mikawa scrambling to get dressed. Who the hell had the nerve to bother him so early in the morning? Pulling the leg to his trousers up, and doing the button, he thought about it for only about a second, before bitterly realizing that it was more than likely someone from the village attempting to prank them as usual. Why his wife or daughter hadn't answered the door was fairly obvious... half of the village wanted them dead, but it still made quite the hassle of having to be disturbed EVERY time someone came around the house. Tying back his long blond hair, buttoning his shirt, and putting on his glasses, he heard the knock come once more, as he shouted "Coming!" with enough contempt to scare off a serial killer. Stepping into the foyer and opening the door, bitterly mouthing the words he meant to say in annoyance, before he was stopped cold in his tracks by the sight before him.

"What do yo-"

Two Anbu members were standing there, masks worn to hide their faces, and all the better for it, for if Setsomu could have seen them.

"State your business please."

He asked of the porcelain faced assassins who stood on his frigid front step. He couldn't see then his young nephew who stood beside his house, busy manipulating ice into tools of death, and it was probably better that he didn't, elsewise he might have fainted there and then.

[shinzo-kori]

"In the heat of the moment, Time just stops."

A broad shouldered, almost six foot shinobi stood in between two mysterious men. Masks covering their identity to fool those around. Just only yesterday, had the boy been standing over his fathers body, drenched in his crimson life, bursting into tears asking himself why he had done it.

"We understand you are of relation to Jairugo Kaishin, he is here with us today because yesterday he -- oof, what was that for?"

"Sorry mam, he's been through a lot today and gets his stories mixed up. This boy here is of direct branch to your family, and just this morning he was found knocked out, and his father was there on the floor beside him drenched in blood. We have begun investigation and we plan on finding the killer, but for now we would like you to keep him until investigations are over with," said the clueless ANBU, lying under his mask.

Jai was looking to the left, where his house had been burned down. The teal downpour began to wipe it's memory away by burying it deep within Gaia. No ambition towards introducing himself since the men holding him like a prisoner, hands behind his back, had done it for him. God himself placed the demon here amidst the snow, an ironic place for a demon to be lurking. The look of murder within his eyes, and the heart of a glacier completed the transformation.

[shaen]

"We understand you are of relation to Jairugo Kaishin, he is here with us today because yesterday he -- oof, what was that for?"

"I... what?"

The blond man was perplexed. Jairugo Kaishin? This was a matter for his wife to explain. Certainly Hanako would know what was going on.

"Sorry man, he's been through a lot today and gets his stories mixed up. This boy here is of direct branch to your family, and just this morning he was found knocked out, and his father was there on the floor beside him drenched in blood. We have begun investigation and we plan on finding the killer, but for now we would like you to keep him until investigations are over with."

It seemed as though something was definitely going on. Hanako would have to do some explaining. Setsomu knew of no other Kaishin within the area, but, then again, his wife was from the area... it wasn't too farfetched to believe that she might have family nearby. Family that was now dead. But, if the killers were after the family, wouldn't that have lead to the boy's death as well? Something was fishy, and although Setsomu could well guess what had happened, he wasn't one to argue with the Anbu.

"Hang on, I need to ask my wife about this... Hanako!"

Calling the humble Kaishin female from her bustling about in the kitchen, here she had been busy preparing lunch for herself, her husband, and their daughter, Shigara, the elegant Ice-woman, was quickly to the door, gazing at the Anbu, and at the young boy with them.

From husband to wife a few words were spoken. "Do you know a Jairugo Kaishin?"

And then the past that she had tried so hard to leave behind came back to her. Her brother... her brother's son... what wae he doing here, what had happened? They had sworn not to come in contact unless absolutely necessary, for the safety of the clan... so, what had caused such an event?

"They," Setsomu said, noting the fear in the eyes of his wife, something that possibly only he was able to see, pointing at the Anbu men still standing before them."Say that his father was murdered, and that we're in direct relation to him. Is this true?"

Unable to offer any words, she simply nodded her head, a look of worry barely visible on her face, sadness gripping her heart at knowing the fate of her brother, and how so easily that it could have been her as well, along with her precious daughter.

"They also say," Setsomu continued, wary of his wife's reactions "that they wish us to keep custody of him while they investigate. Are you alright with this?" The blond man himself had no problem helping a member of the clan out while he was in a bind, after all, he was hated now just as well as the rest of them, and feared all the same. Better that his home be made as a haven than some place else.

Hanako nodded again, before turning and moving back to the kitchen, her hand covering her face as she wept silently. Her brother was dead. She was the only... the only one left now... and one could only well begin to imagine what that meant for her and her family.

Setsomu acknowledged the young boy standing on his step, before placing a hand on his shoulder, and pulling him gently towards the door. "Come, young one. It's cold out... best to get you in here and out of the chill. We're about to sit down to lunch, if you care to join us."

His words were kind, and his hand steady, willing to show the boy who had no doubt gone through a terrible amount of trauma in the past twenty-four hours some hospitality and warmth. Even if it was only by marriage, they were family, and that meant something more than just relation to the Blond puppeteer.

[shinzo-kori]

Heart pounded at his chest. Zero walked inside, and seeing the sister of his father cry put a deep upset within his entire being. Eyes widened, and red veins circled his pupil. Tears began to drip down but it was not a cry, rather a resistance to closing his eyes. Visions of his father screaming and the fire which burned up their entire life savings was too much to bear at such a time. A slow transition from cold to warmth crept upon his spine as he was pulled into the inside. But one thing still had not broken it's frigid veil, his heart. A grim look upon his face as ocular vessels examined the house he was in.

Windows were teal, as the outside snow because of it's constant blizzard. Some chairs were noted and designated as he began his slow paced walk towards them. He had been brutally beaten all day upon his back and chest, but his clothes covered it all. His face still had many cuts upon it, bruises from the night before and in the morning when the ANBU tried to pummel the truth out of him. Zero degreez was no joke when it came to violence, which is why it had to be tamed by a calm set of mind. Everything around seemed to be mimicking his fathers, and that itself could had set the beast loose.

Sweat began dripping down his vague expression and he quickly shuffled for his book. After getting it out he would still shake, trying not to be noticeable, the paranoia of killing his own father seeping in.

[shaen]

"So... Jairugo... are you hungry?"

The blond man tried to be as compassionate as was possible, but the boy seemed utterly unresponsive. His face was marred with cuts and bruises, no doubt the Anbu IT squad at it again. Then again, it couldn't be helped, for information had to be gathered one way or another. And yet still, was such violence really necessary for such a child?

Hanako steadied herself, and buried the pain of her loss amongst the many other issues she would weep of at night, when no one else would hear her, and when no one else would have to bear the burden of her sorrow. She was weak, but no one else needed to know as much. With deft hands, she stirred the pot of cream stew that rested on the stove top, it's warmth wafting throughout the kitchen, and into the adjacent dining room. Ladelling three bowls for herself, her husband, and this new guest, she laid them down on the table, with spoons, salt, pepper, and napkins, carefully placed by the sides. With that, she would move to her own chair, and dip the spoon she had placed for herself in, staring at the murky white depths, and wondering what exactly was wrong with her. The older brother that Jugo had been... he was always abusive, always angry... and yet still... it was her brother, and she couldn't move past the fact. Another one dead... another family member she would never see again.

Setsomu took the bowl gracefully from his wife and began spooning the warm broth into his mouth, letting the heat of the stew speed to his insides, warming him internally as he enjoyed the expert cooking of his wife. He observed the boy to his left, his hands shaking as he found his hands upon a book. With the death of his father so recent, it was probably better to leave him to his own devices, at least for a little while. Chewing on a small piece of carrot, the puppeteer would drain his bowl in one, before covering his mouth as a belch befell him. a brief "excuse me." was uttered, as he placed the bowl back on the plate, and took both over to the sink, washing them thoroughly before letting them dry. The child probably just needed some time to cope with the loss of his father... it wasn't an easy thing, seeing death, especially when it was murder...

But if Setsomu had anything to say about it, he would catch the murderer, and flay him alive for taking the life of the only benefactor in the young boys life...


If he only knew the truth...

[shinzo-kori]

Breathing would increase as the two parents quit talking. An awkward silence sat within the demons lair. 'Kill...them..' it said acting as a conscious. Jai's eyes would shoot open, a cynical notion towards those who could see but most of his eyes were hidden beneath a book. Breathing even heavier, he would cause himself to go into an delusional absence. The words of his book slowly turned into an animated version of last night. As the screams and hits were mentally transmuted through him once more, he would close his book, and fall off his chair to puke out blood. Only one disease, named Hemoptysis, the deadliest disease given to a minor. It was only the starting of it although. A heart beat would all but send out a similar flashback, one he had gotten a while back before.

Flashback

"Your son is diagnosed with Hemoptysis. It's a rare and deadly disease, usually visible when he begins coughing up blood. He has around three years to live, i'm sorry...."

end.

A cloth escaped his back pocket as he wiped up the blood from his palm. Wiping his nose, he would look at his family with watery eyes. "I'm sorry you had to see that, mam. he said bowing. After he would get up from it, Jai would sit back down and slowly sip his bowl of milk as he looked at himself within it's aquatic vision. 'Get ahold of yourself....' he would repeat through his head. The cloak he had to wear now was much darker than the death curtain itself.

Zero Degreez

"I am vengeance. The killer within is only a warning to those who choose to try me. The adrenaline within your blood in the face of evil, the courage you have to back up your word, the cold feeling over your body when you have done something wrong, that would describe me down very well."

[shaen]

The boy looked scared... there was something wrong with him... the look in his eyes... Setsomu was thinking, barely able to understand what was going through the boy's mind as he sat back down at the table, before the boy hid his face from view with his book. He was still trembling, and out of nowhere, the book clattered to the table as blood spewed from the boy's gullet onto his hand and over the floor. Internal bleeding? But a hand was quick to find it's way to a cloth, which wiped up the mess of blood from the floor, his hand, and his face, all rather quickly. He was used to this. A disease then. Hemoptysis perhaps? But then... Knowing what he did, Setsomu knew that the boy didn't have long... a few years left, maybe...

To die so young...

This boy... with all that he had gone through... he didn't deserve such a fate... such a painful death... things weren't supposed to be this way... why was the world so unfair?

He looked lonely... sad... he needed friends, he needed people to care about him, to care for him, so that he knew he wasn't just a nobody. He was somebody, and he was just as deserving of life as any other person. With an idea in mind, he began to formulate a plan of sorts.

"Jairugo, if you want to meet your cousin, Shigara, she's out back training. I think it's best that you two are introduced properly if you're to be staying here, and you're old enough that you don't need an old fool like me to do it for you, yes?"

The blond haired puppet master grinned broadly at the sick teenager, hoping indeed that the boy would be able to at least enjoy some part of life before his illness claimed him. Setsomu would do his best to assure that it would be so. As for Hanako, she stared silently into space while slender snowflakes fell from the sky. It was going to be a long day for all of them.

[shinzo-kori]

[exit]