The sounds of twisted metal and screams of anguish caused Koshin to wake up in a cold sweat. Quickly checking the surroundings of his small apartment, he closed his eyes in relief as he realized in was another night terror. They had picked up frequency as of late, and Koshin was finding himself waking up screaming every other night. Shaking his head, he would reach for the bottle of water on his nightstand and check the small clock that sat knocked over next to it.
"3:04 am. Shit."
Letting the clock drop gently on the stand, Koshin would lay back down and groan, rubbing his eyes. It had basically been like this since he woke up to this new life. He couldn't remember much from before the attack on The Heavenly Emporium, just bits and flashes. Certain things stuck out to him, however. Being saved by a man with white hair, feeling weightless as the city crashed to the earth, even bits of being rescued by Kirigakure shinobi, but the details of who he was, what his life was like before then, it was all gone. Koshin would look up to the pile of books and scrolls on his desk, his mind now on the attack and the mystery of who he was. Upon waking up and finding out he had been in the attack, Koshin had tried to gather as much information as he could, but apart from the attack itself, little to noting could be found. The attack had been so quick and so devastating, that most of those who would have known something more than likely perished, leaving Koshin with no leads and feeling frustrated. Letting his head fall back against his pillow, he stared at the ceiling, watching his ceiling fan make slow circles above him.
"Guess training starts early today." He would whisper to himself, knowing that he wasn't going to be sleeping any longer.
Getting up out of his bed, Koshin would pull the string on the light that hung from the fan, his eyes quickly adjusting to the light. He would stand upright, stretching as he did, before quickly glancing at himself in the mirror.
Koshin stood at about 5'8', his body was lean, giving the impression he wasn't very strong, but he always seemed to betray that. His blonde hair sat messy on top of his head, covering his forehead and swaying gently in front of his eyes, and Koshin would ruffle it to give it it's normal shape. He would grab his shirt and pants that he had laid out the night before, just a simple black shirt and pants, throw on his ninja tool pouch, and as soon as he was up and awake, Koshin was out the door.
The streets of Kirigakure were empty, save for a few late night bars that were still open, somehow, and a few fisherman heading towards the docks to get a head start on the good fishing spots. An early morning mist had rolled in, blanketing the village in an eerie gray, only the lanterns hung up on posts and windows granting any kind of illumination. Koshin's footsteps and the howl of the wind from the sea were the only things that he could hear as he made his way towards the Grand Training Facility, his sandals clacking against wood of the docks as he made a detour along them. A few Kirigakure guards would look him up and down before passing by without remark, leaving Koshin with the reminder of a feeling he kept trying to forget about; he may have been accepted by the village but he was still a foreigner.
He had gotten really good about letting it brush of his shoulders, or even making jokes about it himself, but he knew that the extent of people's trust only went so far when you were a complete stranger. Stopping for a moment, Koshin gazed out over what he could see of the shore, the rest of the sea hidden behind a curtain of fog. He would take it in for a moment before moving on.
As Koshin approached the Grand Kirigakure Training Facility, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The facility was a massive structure, a testament to the village's dedication to producing elite shinobi. The interior was just as grand as the exterior, with hundreds of rooms and environments of all kinds, it was the perfect training facility to hone his skills. A receptionist quickly approached him, making sure he knew of the facilities programs and features, as well as quick safety brief. Once signed in, he was free to explore and train to his liking.
Making his way to an empty room, Koshin would begin his regiment. Reaching into his pocket, he would produce a small notebook, opening it up to the first page. He often times wrote down different aspects of chakra theory, techniques he wanted to learn, and things he wanted to improve on physically. Today, he was focusing on new techniques. Having scoured the library, he chose a list that pertained to skills he already knew, and narrowed it down to some weaker techniques he could start with. He understood the basics and foundations of chakra, ninjutsu, swordsmanship, and medical techniques, but when it came to complexities, he was lacking and he knew it.
Beginning with the shadow clone technique, Koshin readied himself. Reading the notes he had wrote down, he noted how it required handsigns, but Koshin had a rare proficiency with ninjutsu, and could often time find himself able to perform techniques without handsigns, meaning he had an innate understanding and control of unprocessed chakra. He wasn't sure how, but all he had to do was let his chakra well up, and then shape it through his will. Understanding these basics and intention, Koshin focused his chakra outwards of his body, and watched as a perfect imitation would appear in front of him in a plume of smoke.
"Huh, neat. Shadow clone's a pretty cool, huh?" the clone would say.
"I agree... wait. You know you're the clone right?" Koshin would accuse, pointing at him. The clone would cock his head, eyeing Koshin.
"No, no, YOU'RE the clone, watch thi-" The copied Koshin would exclaim, poking himself in the eye thinking he was real, and the real Koshin would watch as it would disappear out of existence.
"That's gonna be a problem in the future..." He would say to himself, chuckling, crossing Shadow Clone off the list. He would move on to the next few techniques.
Without an element to pull from, Koshin was left with using techniques that used either raw chakra, or his own body. While definitely having it's limitations, he figured he'd just have to make due. After all, a ninja's body is the strongest weapon they have. And so, Koshin prepared to learn techniques that altered his body, specifically, his hair. Letting chakra harness inside his body and then using it to let his hair grow, he could figured out he could also control it with chakra, use it as another appendage, alter it further so his hair would shoot out like needles, or even a cloak to defend his body. Satisfied with these events, he would let his hair return to normal, focusing on the next step of his training.
[Learned Shadow Clone B-rank]
[Learned Lions Mane B-rank]
[Learned Needle Hell B-rank]
[Learned Needle Cloak B-rank]
"3:04 am. Shit."
Letting the clock drop gently on the stand, Koshin would lay back down and groan, rubbing his eyes. It had basically been like this since he woke up to this new life. He couldn't remember much from before the attack on The Heavenly Emporium, just bits and flashes. Certain things stuck out to him, however. Being saved by a man with white hair, feeling weightless as the city crashed to the earth, even bits of being rescued by Kirigakure shinobi, but the details of who he was, what his life was like before then, it was all gone. Koshin would look up to the pile of books and scrolls on his desk, his mind now on the attack and the mystery of who he was. Upon waking up and finding out he had been in the attack, Koshin had tried to gather as much information as he could, but apart from the attack itself, little to noting could be found. The attack had been so quick and so devastating, that most of those who would have known something more than likely perished, leaving Koshin with no leads and feeling frustrated. Letting his head fall back against his pillow, he stared at the ceiling, watching his ceiling fan make slow circles above him.
"Guess training starts early today." He would whisper to himself, knowing that he wasn't going to be sleeping any longer.
Getting up out of his bed, Koshin would pull the string on the light that hung from the fan, his eyes quickly adjusting to the light. He would stand upright, stretching as he did, before quickly glancing at himself in the mirror.
Koshin stood at about 5'8', his body was lean, giving the impression he wasn't very strong, but he always seemed to betray that. His blonde hair sat messy on top of his head, covering his forehead and swaying gently in front of his eyes, and Koshin would ruffle it to give it it's normal shape. He would grab his shirt and pants that he had laid out the night before, just a simple black shirt and pants, throw on his ninja tool pouch, and as soon as he was up and awake, Koshin was out the door.
The streets of Kirigakure were empty, save for a few late night bars that were still open, somehow, and a few fisherman heading towards the docks to get a head start on the good fishing spots. An early morning mist had rolled in, blanketing the village in an eerie gray, only the lanterns hung up on posts and windows granting any kind of illumination. Koshin's footsteps and the howl of the wind from the sea were the only things that he could hear as he made his way towards the Grand Training Facility, his sandals clacking against wood of the docks as he made a detour along them. A few Kirigakure guards would look him up and down before passing by without remark, leaving Koshin with the reminder of a feeling he kept trying to forget about; he may have been accepted by the village but he was still a foreigner.
He had gotten really good about letting it brush of his shoulders, or even making jokes about it himself, but he knew that the extent of people's trust only went so far when you were a complete stranger. Stopping for a moment, Koshin gazed out over what he could see of the shore, the rest of the sea hidden behind a curtain of fog. He would take it in for a moment before moving on.
As Koshin approached the Grand Kirigakure Training Facility, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The facility was a massive structure, a testament to the village's dedication to producing elite shinobi. The interior was just as grand as the exterior, with hundreds of rooms and environments of all kinds, it was the perfect training facility to hone his skills. A receptionist quickly approached him, making sure he knew of the facilities programs and features, as well as quick safety brief. Once signed in, he was free to explore and train to his liking.
Making his way to an empty room, Koshin would begin his regiment. Reaching into his pocket, he would produce a small notebook, opening it up to the first page. He often times wrote down different aspects of chakra theory, techniques he wanted to learn, and things he wanted to improve on physically. Today, he was focusing on new techniques. Having scoured the library, he chose a list that pertained to skills he already knew, and narrowed it down to some weaker techniques he could start with. He understood the basics and foundations of chakra, ninjutsu, swordsmanship, and medical techniques, but when it came to complexities, he was lacking and he knew it.
Beginning with the shadow clone technique, Koshin readied himself. Reading the notes he had wrote down, he noted how it required handsigns, but Koshin had a rare proficiency with ninjutsu, and could often time find himself able to perform techniques without handsigns, meaning he had an innate understanding and control of unprocessed chakra. He wasn't sure how, but all he had to do was let his chakra well up, and then shape it through his will. Understanding these basics and intention, Koshin focused his chakra outwards of his body, and watched as a perfect imitation would appear in front of him in a plume of smoke.
"Huh, neat. Shadow clone's a pretty cool, huh?" the clone would say.
"I agree... wait. You know you're the clone right?" Koshin would accuse, pointing at him. The clone would cock his head, eyeing Koshin.
"No, no, YOU'RE the clone, watch thi-" The copied Koshin would exclaim, poking himself in the eye thinking he was real, and the real Koshin would watch as it would disappear out of existence.
"That's gonna be a problem in the future..." He would say to himself, chuckling, crossing Shadow Clone off the list. He would move on to the next few techniques.
Without an element to pull from, Koshin was left with using techniques that used either raw chakra, or his own body. While definitely having it's limitations, he figured he'd just have to make due. After all, a ninja's body is the strongest weapon they have. And so, Koshin prepared to learn techniques that altered his body, specifically, his hair. Letting chakra harness inside his body and then using it to let his hair grow, he could figured out he could also control it with chakra, use it as another appendage, alter it further so his hair would shoot out like needles, or even a cloak to defend his body. Satisfied with these events, he would let his hair return to normal, focusing on the next step of his training.
[Learned Shadow Clone B-rank]
[Learned Lions Mane B-rank]
[Learned Needle Hell B-rank]
[Learned Needle Cloak B-rank]
