Ryuzoji Natsuki
STATISTICS
Chakra: 110/110
Item's Equipped:
- Narukami's Bane [A-rank Katana]
Jutsu Used:
Current Stats:
Other Notes: ---
Chakra: 110/110
Item's Equipped:
- Narukami's Bane [A-rank Katana]
Jutsu Used:
Current Stats:
- Strength: D-rank
- Constitution: D-rank
- Stamina: C-rank
- Speed: C-rank
- Coordination: C-rank +
- Intelligence: D-rank
- Perception: C-rank
Other Notes: ---
It had been a long... time period.. for Natsuki. She had made it. The war of the Ryuzoji was finally over and she could finally focus on the peace of the clan and restoring what bits had been lost. but what she thought had been a decisive blow merely made the cower and hide and bide their time. Then they struck and the Ryuzoji ate its self once more. Natsuki wasn't even sure how many of her clan members were left, but she did know that it wasn't many. By the time she had finished fighting and licking her wounds she returned to Kumogakure to fine it destroyed and overtaken by Kirigakure, so she became a double refugee from the infighting of her clan and the devastation that struck Kumogakure.
After the fallout, Natsuki had been instructed to head to the mainland of kiri and there she would be taken care of as a refugee but over the weeks of lonely travel it took, Natsuki realized she really had nothing left. She was no longer the head of the clan, as her clan had been broken beyond repair and what few souls remained likely wouldn't still follow her after she failed to protect them from the ambush, and the ties she'd worked to build to establish her clan into Kumogakure faded into oblivion in that time as well. She was useless, and so Natsuki decided to offer her sword to Kirigakure instead. Not to pledge her clan's allegiance but solely to build her own power and strength to prevent that from ever happening again. So when the boat arrived on Hozuki island instead of following the other flocks of refugees making their way into their new homes. Natsuki registered herself as a ninja of Kirigakure, and swapped her cloud headband for one of the mist. She was essentially assigned a sensei on the spot and given a date for them to meet. Well today was that day.
Natsuki sat in the assigned training ground, arguably way earlier than she needed to be. the mist looming over the dewy morning as Natsuki simply sat leaned up against a training dummy, the butt of her scabbard sat in-between her legs as the weight of the sword rested against her shoulder. Natsuki sat cross legged and eyes closed focused on an entirely different sense. 10 meters around her. That was all she could manage at the moment. It had been so many years since she'd unlocked her sense that she almost certainly should have improved by now, but there she sat only a little further than it had been when she'd unlocked it. Maybe it was the turbulence in her life until and she hadn't meditated enough. Maybe she wasn't as gifted as her father had hoped she'd be. Not at any of it mattered now, the only thing Natsuki had to care for now was herself. She let out a sigh attempting to focus her mind, feeling the passive current that flowed through the air, the ground, and most notably the life around her. the current that ran the neural system of every living animal she could feel around her. Their ebb and flow. Natsuki sat in perfectly calm, clad in her traditional kimono with the ryuzoji clan emblem embroidered on the back in meditation waiting for her new sensei.
After the fallout, Natsuki had been instructed to head to the mainland of kiri and there she would be taken care of as a refugee but over the weeks of lonely travel it took, Natsuki realized she really had nothing left. She was no longer the head of the clan, as her clan had been broken beyond repair and what few souls remained likely wouldn't still follow her after she failed to protect them from the ambush, and the ties she'd worked to build to establish her clan into Kumogakure faded into oblivion in that time as well. She was useless, and so Natsuki decided to offer her sword to Kirigakure instead. Not to pledge her clan's allegiance but solely to build her own power and strength to prevent that from ever happening again. So when the boat arrived on Hozuki island instead of following the other flocks of refugees making their way into their new homes. Natsuki registered herself as a ninja of Kirigakure, and swapped her cloud headband for one of the mist. She was essentially assigned a sensei on the spot and given a date for them to meet. Well today was that day.
Natsuki sat in the assigned training ground, arguably way earlier than she needed to be. the mist looming over the dewy morning as Natsuki simply sat leaned up against a training dummy, the butt of her scabbard sat in-between her legs as the weight of the sword rested against her shoulder. Natsuki sat cross legged and eyes closed focused on an entirely different sense. 10 meters around her. That was all she could manage at the moment. It had been so many years since she'd unlocked her sense that she almost certainly should have improved by now, but there she sat only a little further than it had been when she'd unlocked it. Maybe it was the turbulence in her life until and she hadn't meditated enough. Maybe she wasn't as gifted as her father had hoped she'd be. Not at any of it mattered now, the only thing Natsuki had to care for now was herself. She let out a sigh attempting to focus her mind, feeling the passive current that flowed through the air, the ground, and most notably the life around her. the current that ran the neural system of every living animal she could feel around her. Their ebb and flow. Natsuki sat in perfectly calm, clad in her traditional kimono with the ryuzoji clan emblem embroidered on the back in meditation waiting for her new sensei.
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