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She would kill them all.
It was a chant inside her head, a mantra. Every person responsible must die!
Chikaku was not a violent person by nature. A little hot blooded maybe- she got in trouble for fighting as a child all the time, especially with the other girls. She had even killed as an adult; bandits had threatened her home once, and they only respected strength. But she rarely felt spite in those situations. Chikaku had inherited more than just her mother's looks: she shared her compassion as well.
And yet, as soon as she had crested that hill, and saw what had become of the little trading post that was bordered on Otogakure- a village so tiny it didn't even have a name- her choler began to rise. It was as hot as the tears running down Chikaku's face. She would kill them all.
The village was burning. There were barely a dozen structures in the settlement, none higher than two stories, and they were all on fire. Chikaku had been nearly a kilometer out still when she first heard the screams. She'd picked up her pace then, but had broken into a full-on sprint when the first plume of orange smoke burst across the night's sky. By the time she'd reached the hilltop overlooking the village, she was out of breath. Regardless, she flew down the hill with reckless abandon. All her work in the village had been undone in minutes, but she had to try and save as many people as she could.
Face down corpses littered the grounds around the outpost- victims who had tried to flee, and had been cut down. Chikaku ran past a billowing flag that had been planted in the dirt, but such was her hurry that she paid little attention to it. The interior of the village was a nightmare. Orange glare from the burning structures intermingled with the hazy smoke to cut visibility down to just a few meters in front of her. The fire roared, wood splintered and cracked. Beasts of burden wailed in their barnyard coffins as they panicked and died. Chikaku tried not to sob from the intensity of it all as she ran down the villages' main thoroughfare, stepping over bodies and overturned carts. The villagers had been fishermen and trappers, not a single warrior among them. What could they have possibly done to deserve such ends?
As Chikaku rounded a corner, she heard a scream. It was coming from a small inn on her right. She remembered it well. It had taken almost a month for her and her cousins to rebuild it, and to show their appreciation the owners had named their newborn after her. Chikaku had received many gifts throughout her years of rebuilding settlements that had been destroyed by natural disasters, or the never-ending war between Otogakure and the Samurai, but the innkeepers' reward had been one of her favorites.
Flames spurted out of the first and second story windows of the inn. Chikaku tried the front door and found it locked. The outpost had been a frequent target for bandit raids, so she had basic bolt-locks installed on many of the doors. Clasping her hands together, she began to form handseals. Tori, Saru, tora, ushi...
Golden chains shot out from gaps in the clothing around Chikaku's torso. The chains were barbed, and glinted with a blue highlight of chakra. With a crash, they dug into the wood of the door and then wrapped around it in a brutal embrace. Gripping the chains with both hands, Chikaku pulled back viciously, tearing the door into splintered chunks within its frame. Without pause she stepped into the burning inn and looked around. The fire had spread quickly, enveloping almost everything within it. The ground floor she remembered was the lobby and common area. Upstairs was where the rooms were.
Chikaku double-timed it to the stairs, pulling her headwrap up to cover her mouth. Even with the cloth, the acrid smell of the smoke was causing her to tear up. The stairs had partially caved in at the center as well, with almost a full flight missing near the top. Chikaku took a second to gather her resolve, then trudged up the stairs. Reaching the pit, she looked around. Assuming that the fire was as bad upstairs, she didn't trust the ceiling to support her weight. The walls, however...
With a mental command, the gold chains trailing around Chikaku shifted from her torso to her sides, then shot out from her like the tentacles of a octopus, digging themselves into the walls. There were four of them, and with a tora handsign the chains went taut, rappelling her across the chasm. Chikaku landed with a *oof*, stumbling in the process but otherwise safe and sound.
The screams were closer now. Chikaku rounded a corner, and there they were: the Innkeeper's wife, and their newborn. The mother was wild-eyed, huddled in a corner, clutching her baby. She had probably tried to go for the stairs but couldn't figure out a way to get past the gap, Chikaku reasoned, and then had been cut off by the fire. The flames in the upstairs were even more aggressive than below. Almost every inch of the upstairs unit except for the main corridor itself was engulfed in fire. The heat was making Chikaku dizzy. That, she assumed, and the smoke. Had it not been for the open windows she would have likely suffocated already.
"Come with me!" She shouted over the roar. The woman nodded, almost paralyzed with fear but emboldened by the sight of a familiar face. Chikaku took her hand and helped her get to her feet, then led her back to the stairwell.
"I'm going to carry you across." She yelled. "I'll hold you and hoist us both over the gap, okay?" She gestured to her chains. "Ninjutsu!" The woman nodded, and Chikaku moved into position. Just as she did however there was a loud *crunch*. She had just enough time to look around before the floor beneath them gave way, it's structure weakened by the flame. Chikaku and the Innkeeper's wife plummeted through the stairwell down to the first floor, screaming as they went. Chikaku hit the ground hard, grunting in pain as something in her leg snapped on impact. She had no idea how the woman beside her had fared, only that they laid together in a mangled heap- they had landed in some kind of pantry under the staircase. There were more cracks and tremors as the fire's damage on the superstructure of the building began to take its toll.
Shikaku put a hand over her eyes as debris and ash rained down around her. Her skin burned as the heat closed in on them. Coughs wracked her chest as the smoke thickened. It began to dawn on her that at this point, escaping the building was impossible.
Summoning all her strength, the girl dragged herself and the Innkeeper's wife into a corner. The wife had gone totally limp, knocked cold. Once in the corner, Shikaku huddled with the older woman and began to form handseals. Saru, Ushi, Ti, Ua, Tori, Saru, tora, Saru... The roaring became louder. Chikaku closed her eyes in concentration. Barrier techniques were not her strong suit. Gouts of flame ran directly toward the women.Ushi, Ua, Tori, Na...
With a resounding crash, the top floor of the inn imploded! The noise was deafening. The chains alongside Chikaku went up and linked together, forming a protective cage around the girls. With one final handseal, shimmering blue chakra sprang out from the chains, forming a barrier of pure energy between them, just as burning chunks of roof, wall and shingle plummeted into the pantry. Opening her eyes into slits, Chikaku could just barely make out the sight of debris bouncing off her makeshift canopy. Then, the rest of the building came down, and she could see nothing but smoke and ash...
- - - - - - -
Chikaku awoke to the patter of rain. She opened her eyes reluctantly, expecting more ash. Instead, she felt drops. She was on her back. She could feel grass beneath her. A glimmer of sun poked out through a cloudy grey sky. Chikaku sat up, grimacing from the pain. Maybe she had broken a rib or two in the fall...
She was on the outskirts of the trading post. The fires and smoke were mostly gone. Now, all that was left of the village was a blackened, simmering skeleton. The desolation was so complete that she had to fight back tears as she surveyed everything. It would be a while before she noticed the man next to her. An old guru perhaps, hunched over a body. Chikaku sniffled a cry and turned to him.
"Did the Innkeeper's wife make it out?" Her throat burned, and in the back of her mind she noticed that she was thirsty. Overpoweringly thirsty. The man nodded absent mindedly, focused on whatever he was doing to the person next to her.
"She lives. Whatever you did, it was a miracle." He sighed. "Unfortunately, the infant did not survive. I'm sorry." Shikaku's blood ran cold. She leaned back into the grass and stared up at the sky. Her vision grew misty and blurred. That poor woman, that poor little girl. What had they done to deserve this?
"Who did this? She asked. To her ears, her voice had barely been above a whisper, but the old man had apparently heard her, for he gestured with one of his arms. She followed his pointing with her gaze until it came to rest on a flag several dozen meters away. It fluttered in the wind. Green, with a red kanji on it. Shikaku's eyes narrowed. She was no shinobi, but she recognized that symbol. Anyone living in Otogakure would have, for it was the symbol of the Empire.
Shikaku's breathing quickened. Her hands balled into fists, fists so tight that her fingernails bit into the skin with enough force to draw blood. She hardly noticed, so great was her growing rage. How long had she dedicated herself to rebuilding lives in the wake of the pointless war between Otogakure and the Samurai from Taiyou? She had yet to personally witness her work be undone like the previous night, but she had heard through rumors and gossip that several of the settlements she had rebuilt had subsequently been destroyed in border skirmishes between the ninja and Samurai. What had even been the point?
Something in the young woman snapped. A wave of nausea ran through her body, and Shikaku realized that she was probably going to black out again soon. As the darkness reached for her, she endeavored to hold on to one final thought. It was pointless to try to work around the military powers that used her and her people as Shogi pieces. As long as there was war, there could never be process. There could therefore be only one solution.
She would have to kill them. The people responsible for the wanton slaughter she had bared witness to, and beyond. She would kill them all.
Uzuamki - Adamantine Sealing Chains [Apprentice]
Uzumaki trained in this hijutsu are able to produce durable chains of chakra from their body. They can use the chains to lash out at opponents, constrict them, and some masters are capable of using them to reinforce barrier ninjutsu. As an Uzumaki gains expertise in this ability they are able to produce more chains and the durability of their chains increases.
Kekkai Ninjutsu (Barrier) [Rookie]
Barrier ninjutsu is arguably the best defensive jutsu commonly available to shinobi. This ninjutsu creates constructs of pure chakra to protect a user. Not only does it protect against conventional attack, but even particles in the air like the chakra of a sensor can be disrupted by barriers. In its lowest form this type of ninjutsu can create incomplete shields. As a user gets more advanced the stronger and bigger a barrier can get. Barriers can be used to either keep someone in or trap someone inside. Compared to doton, barrier ninjutsu's weakness is that it requires constant kneading of chakra to maintain. Fuinjutsu is often used to compliment the skill to overcome that weakness.
Physical Enhancement: Strength
Physical abilities are usually weighted by a culmination of a characters martial arts skills. An enhancement puts a character a step and a half above where they would be normally, meaning the character would be better at that one thing than someone who would normally be a step ahead of them in other physical aspects.
About Chikaku, the Wanderer
She would kill them all.
It was a chant inside her head, a mantra. Every person responsible must die!
Chikaku was not a violent person by nature. A little hot blooded maybe- she got in trouble for fighting as a child all the time, especially with the other girls. She had even killed as an adult; bandits had threatened her home once, and they only respected strength. But she rarely felt spite in those situations. Chikaku had inherited more than just her mother's looks: she shared her compassion as well.
And yet, as soon as she had crested that hill, and saw what had become of the little trading post that was bordered on Otogakure- a village so tiny it didn't even have a name- her choler began to rise. It was as hot as the tears running down Chikaku's face. She would kill them all.
The village was burning. There were barely a dozen structures in the settlement, none higher than two stories, and they were all on fire. Chikaku had been nearly a kilometer out still when she first heard the screams. She'd picked up her pace then, but had broken into a full-on sprint when the first plume of orange smoke burst across the night's sky. By the time she'd reached the hilltop overlooking the village, she was out of breath. Regardless, she flew down the hill with reckless abandon. All her work in the village had been undone in minutes, but she had to try and save as many people as she could.
Face down corpses littered the grounds around the outpost- victims who had tried to flee, and had been cut down. Chikaku ran past a billowing flag that had been planted in the dirt, but such was her hurry that she paid little attention to it. The interior of the village was a nightmare. Orange glare from the burning structures intermingled with the hazy smoke to cut visibility down to just a few meters in front of her. The fire roared, wood splintered and cracked. Beasts of burden wailed in their barnyard coffins as they panicked and died. Chikaku tried not to sob from the intensity of it all as she ran down the villages' main thoroughfare, stepping over bodies and overturned carts. The villagers had been fishermen and trappers, not a single warrior among them. What could they have possibly done to deserve such ends?
As Chikaku rounded a corner, she heard a scream. It was coming from a small inn on her right. She remembered it well. It had taken almost a month for her and her cousins to rebuild it, and to show their appreciation the owners had named their newborn after her. Chikaku had received many gifts throughout her years of rebuilding settlements that had been destroyed by natural disasters, or the never-ending war between Otogakure and the Samurai, but the innkeepers' reward had been one of her favorites.
Flames spurted out of the first and second story windows of the inn. Chikaku tried the front door and found it locked. The outpost had been a frequent target for bandit raids, so she had basic bolt-locks installed on many of the doors. Clasping her hands together, she began to form handseals. Tori, Saru, tora, ushi...
Golden chains shot out from gaps in the clothing around Chikaku's torso. The chains were barbed, and glinted with a blue highlight of chakra. With a crash, they dug into the wood of the door and then wrapped around it in a brutal embrace. Gripping the chains with both hands, Chikaku pulled back viciously, tearing the door into splintered chunks within its frame. Without pause she stepped into the burning inn and looked around. The fire had spread quickly, enveloping almost everything within it. The ground floor she remembered was the lobby and common area. Upstairs was where the rooms were.
Chikaku double-timed it to the stairs, pulling her headwrap up to cover her mouth. Even with the cloth, the acrid smell of the smoke was causing her to tear up. The stairs had partially caved in at the center as well, with almost a full flight missing near the top. Chikaku took a second to gather her resolve, then trudged up the stairs. Reaching the pit, she looked around. Assuming that the fire was as bad upstairs, she didn't trust the ceiling to support her weight. The walls, however...
With a mental command, the gold chains trailing around Chikaku shifted from her torso to her sides, then shot out from her like the tentacles of a octopus, digging themselves into the walls. There were four of them, and with a tora handsign the chains went taut, rappelling her across the chasm. Chikaku landed with a *oof*, stumbling in the process but otherwise safe and sound.
The screams were closer now. Chikaku rounded a corner, and there they were: the Innkeeper's wife, and their newborn. The mother was wild-eyed, huddled in a corner, clutching her baby. She had probably tried to go for the stairs but couldn't figure out a way to get past the gap, Chikaku reasoned, and then had been cut off by the fire. The flames in the upstairs were even more aggressive than below. Almost every inch of the upstairs unit except for the main corridor itself was engulfed in fire. The heat was making Chikaku dizzy. That, she assumed, and the smoke. Had it not been for the open windows she would have likely suffocated already.
"Come with me!" She shouted over the roar. The woman nodded, almost paralyzed with fear but emboldened by the sight of a familiar face. Chikaku took her hand and helped her get to her feet, then led her back to the stairwell.
"I'm going to carry you across." She yelled. "I'll hold you and hoist us both over the gap, okay?" She gestured to her chains. "Ninjutsu!" The woman nodded, and Chikaku moved into position. Just as she did however there was a loud *crunch*. She had just enough time to look around before the floor beneath them gave way, it's structure weakened by the flame. Chikaku and the Innkeeper's wife plummeted through the stairwell down to the first floor, screaming as they went. Chikaku hit the ground hard, grunting in pain as something in her leg snapped on impact. She had no idea how the woman beside her had fared, only that they laid together in a mangled heap- they had landed in some kind of pantry under the staircase. There were more cracks and tremors as the fire's damage on the superstructure of the building began to take its toll.
Shikaku put a hand over her eyes as debris and ash rained down around her. Her skin burned as the heat closed in on them. Coughs wracked her chest as the smoke thickened. It began to dawn on her that at this point, escaping the building was impossible.
Summoning all her strength, the girl dragged herself and the Innkeeper's wife into a corner. The wife had gone totally limp, knocked cold. Once in the corner, Shikaku huddled with the older woman and began to form handseals. Saru, Ushi, Ti, Ua, Tori, Saru, tora, Saru... The roaring became louder. Chikaku closed her eyes in concentration. Barrier techniques were not her strong suit. Gouts of flame ran directly toward the women.Ushi, Ua, Tori, Na...
With a resounding crash, the top floor of the inn imploded! The noise was deafening. The chains alongside Chikaku went up and linked together, forming a protective cage around the girls. With one final handseal, shimmering blue chakra sprang out from the chains, forming a barrier of pure energy between them, just as burning chunks of roof, wall and shingle plummeted into the pantry. Opening her eyes into slits, Chikaku could just barely make out the sight of debris bouncing off her makeshift canopy. Then, the rest of the building came down, and she could see nothing but smoke and ash...
- - - - - - -
Chikaku awoke to the patter of rain. She opened her eyes reluctantly, expecting more ash. Instead, she felt drops. She was on her back. She could feel grass beneath her. A glimmer of sun poked out through a cloudy grey sky. Chikaku sat up, grimacing from the pain. Maybe she had broken a rib or two in the fall...
She was on the outskirts of the trading post. The fires and smoke were mostly gone. Now, all that was left of the village was a blackened, simmering skeleton. The desolation was so complete that she had to fight back tears as she surveyed everything. It would be a while before she noticed the man next to her. An old guru perhaps, hunched over a body. Chikaku sniffled a cry and turned to him.
"Did the Innkeeper's wife make it out?" Her throat burned, and in the back of her mind she noticed that she was thirsty. Overpoweringly thirsty. The man nodded absent mindedly, focused on whatever he was doing to the person next to her.
"She lives. Whatever you did, it was a miracle." He sighed. "Unfortunately, the infant did not survive. I'm sorry." Shikaku's blood ran cold. She leaned back into the grass and stared up at the sky. Her vision grew misty and blurred. That poor woman, that poor little girl. What had they done to deserve this?
"Who did this? She asked. To her ears, her voice had barely been above a whisper, but the old man had apparently heard her, for he gestured with one of his arms. She followed his pointing with her gaze until it came to rest on a flag several dozen meters away. It fluttered in the wind. Green, with a red kanji on it. Shikaku's eyes narrowed. She was no shinobi, but she recognized that symbol. Anyone living in Otogakure would have, for it was the symbol of the Empire.
Shikaku's breathing quickened. Her hands balled into fists, fists so tight that her fingernails bit into the skin with enough force to draw blood. She hardly noticed, so great was her growing rage. How long had she dedicated herself to rebuilding lives in the wake of the pointless war between Otogakure and the Samurai from Taiyou? She had yet to personally witness her work be undone like the previous night, but she had heard through rumors and gossip that several of the settlements she had rebuilt had subsequently been destroyed in border skirmishes between the ninja and Samurai. What had even been the point?
Something in the young woman snapped. A wave of nausea ran through her body, and Shikaku realized that she was probably going to black out again soon. As the darkness reached for her, she endeavored to hold on to one final thought. It was pointless to try to work around the military powers that used her and her people as Shogi pieces. As long as there was war, there could never be process. There could therefore be only one solution.
She would have to kill them. The people responsible for the wanton slaughter she had bared witness to, and beyond. She would kill them all.
Proficiencies
Uzuamki - Adamantine Sealing Chains [Apprentice]
Uzumaki trained in this hijutsu are able to produce durable chains of chakra from their body. They can use the chains to lash out at opponents, constrict them, and some masters are capable of using them to reinforce barrier ninjutsu. As an Uzumaki gains expertise in this ability they are able to produce more chains and the durability of their chains increases.
Kekkai Ninjutsu (Barrier) [Rookie]
Barrier ninjutsu is arguably the best defensive jutsu commonly available to shinobi. This ninjutsu creates constructs of pure chakra to protect a user. Not only does it protect against conventional attack, but even particles in the air like the chakra of a sensor can be disrupted by barriers. In its lowest form this type of ninjutsu can create incomplete shields. As a user gets more advanced the stronger and bigger a barrier can get. Barriers can be used to either keep someone in or trap someone inside. Compared to doton, barrier ninjutsu's weakness is that it requires constant kneading of chakra to maintain. Fuinjutsu is often used to compliment the skill to overcome that weakness.
Physical Enhancement: Strength
Physical abilities are usually weighted by a culmination of a characters martial arts skills. An enhancement puts a character a step and a half above where they would be normally, meaning the character would be better at that one thing than someone who would normally be a step ahead of them in other physical aspects.
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Chikaku Uzumaki looks like Aliya Elasra.
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Chikaku Uzumaki looks like Aliya Elasra.
