Kumo Genin ll Hatake Clan ll Bloodline ll Ninjutsu ll Chakra 460/460
Rikio felt betrayed. His arms remained crossed as the clay began to gather around him. "So you turn on your master...you shame me Porky." The words would come in a serious tone. His facial expression would not change as he began to be sucked into the clay like art piece. "I shall see you in the afterlife..." Then he was swallowed. They trio flew off from the hospital to the dojo. It was a quick flight. Way better than walking or running there. As the pig landed silver lighting could be seen sparking from its insides. A hole would form out of its head. Out came a hand manifested in white chakra. Slowly out came the Genins body. Turning his head he would look at the "master" of the pig Kenji. "That pig and I were friends...You have robbed me of life long happiness. That...I can not forgive." Turning his back he would proceed to the dojo.
Rikio had the blade gripped tightly in his hand. He could feel the curves and the design press up against the palm of his hand. Taking in a deep breath the Hatake would mentally become one with the blade. He was focused. It could be seen in his eyes before. The motion that were done next made movement like a dance. He did not control the blade. The blade did not control him. They were one unit. The blade began to cast like a propeller with the movement of his forearm. Its weight, its quality, it’s reach all new to him. A powerful thrust would be thrown forward. He literally felt the air pierced before him. Staring off at the wall he would hold this position. There were only a few thoughts going off in his head at this moment. One that the enemy was not going to rest and if he did the same he would be a fool. Another was he was the coolest thing to ever enter this dojo. His arm dropped until the tip of the sword would clank on the ground. Looking down at the new chokuto from its hilt all the way down to its fashioned steel he would say the words under his breath “The strength of a Hatake is not measured by the limit of his vessel-” The silver haired boy was then cut off by a voice he knew very well. “But by his will to surpass all those who came before him.” Rikio’s eyes cut a glance at to see the male with very similar hair to his own standing in the corner with his arms crossed. Rikio’s eyebrow rose not expecting to see his father here. He just always pooped up out of nowhere. “So you do listen to what I tell you every now and again.” Rikio would proceed to stand up straight as he fiddled around with the sharp instrument. “What are you doing here?” He would question not even bothering to look in his direction. Tiro would lift his back off the wall as his arms unfolded. “Well, I heard my son was in the hospital. As soon as I could I went there to check up on him. Only to here he left thanks to a flying pig. Nice to know your living on the edge a little. I knew you would be here. Didn’t even second guess it. Your mother is worried about you.” Tiro was stepping up to his son with each pressing word. Rikio would pause for a moment. Was he really that predictable? Or was this his father just knowing him too well? “The defeat I suffered was inexcusable. So, that must be remedied.” He quickly said with doing his best not to let his head drop in disappointment. His voice damp and full of embarrassment. Tiro just sighed as he shook his head. “And how are you going to do that exactly? With training? I tell you over and over again. You are young no amount of training you do will set you up to deal with these kind of opponents. What you do lack is experience. Even with this defeat you are stronger because of it. You will get stronger. But not by destroying your body. Not by stretching your mental capabilities. But by just living. You can’t trump experience.“ Listening to his father speak of this his free hand would ball up into a fist out of frustration. At first he wanted to tune him out but a** he went on everything made sense. He began understanding. But he had no time for that. He knew this was not over. This war had only just begun. He could feel it in his gut. He would be damned if he would be defeated again and he was for damn sure not going to sit on the sidelines and watch as he village is destroyed. That was not in his nature. No matter the opponent he would oppose him. This was Tiro’s fault, it was how he raised him. The way of a Hatake. His teeth clenched. His father was right in everything he was saying but he did not know what it was like. To have so many people expect so much out of you at such a early age. A prodigy. The son of the head. His path already chosen for him before he could even walk on his own. His father’s way to greatness was a path he could not walk. While he had time to grow into his own. Rikio was thrown right into the deep end not ever seeing water before. It was different lives they lived. He didn’t have the time to “grow” if it was not now he would fall. Branded into the failure he felt like right now. He was not ready to face that right now, not ever. “I just can’t sit around and do nothing. I won’t overdo it. I promise.” Tiro would give him that look stating the obvious that he did not like his child pushing himself so hard but he would respect his decision. Nodding his head he would respond with a simple. “Okay…” Brushing his noes with his thumb the head Hatake would take his leave from the dojo. This new threat was unquestionable and he had little time to prepare himself.
Rikio had the blade gripped tightly in his hand. He could feel the curves and the design press up against the palm of his hand. Taking in a deep breath the Hatake would mentally become one with the blade. He was focused. It could be seen in his eyes before. The motion that were done next made movement like a dance. He did not control the blade. The blade did not control him. They were one unit. The blade began to cast like a propeller with the movement of his forearm. Its weight, its quality, it’s reach all new to him. A powerful thrust would be thrown forward. He literally felt the air pierced before him. Staring off at the wall he would hold this position. There were only a few thoughts going off in his head at this moment. One that the enemy was not going to rest and if he did the same he would be a fool. Another was he was the coolest thing to ever enter this dojo. His arm dropped until the tip of the sword would clank on the ground. Looking down at the new chokuto from its hilt all the way down to its fashioned steel he would say the words under his breath “The strength of a Hatake is not measured by the limit of his vessel-” The silver haired boy was then cut off by a voice he knew very well. “But by his will to surpass all those who came before him.” Rikio’s eyes cut a glance at to see the male with very similar hair to his own standing in the corner with his arms crossed. Rikio’s eyebrow rose not expecting to see his father here. He just always pooped up out of nowhere. “So you do listen to what I tell you every now and again.” Rikio would proceed to stand up straight as he fiddled around with the sharp instrument. “What are you doing here?” He would question not even bothering to look in his direction. Tiro would lift his back off the wall as his arms unfolded. “Well, I heard my son was in the hospital. As soon as I could I went there to check up on him. Only to here he left thanks to a flying pig. Nice to know your living on the edge a little. I knew you would be here. Didn’t even second guess it. Your mother is worried about you.” Tiro was stepping up to his son with each pressing word. Rikio would pause for a moment. Was he really that predictable? Or was this his father just knowing him too well? “The defeat I suffered was inexcusable. So, that must be remedied.” He quickly said with doing his best not to let his head drop in disappointment. His voice damp and full of embarrassment. Tiro just sighed as he shook his head. “And how are you going to do that exactly? With training? I tell you over and over again. You are young no amount of training you do will set you up to deal with these kind of opponents. What you do lack is experience. Even with this defeat you are stronger because of it. You will get stronger. But not by destroying your body. Not by stretching your mental capabilities. But by just living. You can’t trump experience.“ Listening to his father speak of this his free hand would ball up into a fist out of frustration. At first he wanted to tune him out but a** he went on everything made sense. He began understanding. But he had no time for that. He knew this was not over. This war had only just begun. He could feel it in his gut. He would be damned if he would be defeated again and he was for damn sure not going to sit on the sidelines and watch as he village is destroyed. That was not in his nature. No matter the opponent he would oppose him. This was Tiro’s fault, it was how he raised him. The way of a Hatake. His teeth clenched. His father was right in everything he was saying but he did not know what it was like. To have so many people expect so much out of you at such a early age. A prodigy. The son of the head. His path already chosen for him before he could even walk on his own. His father’s way to greatness was a path he could not walk. While he had time to grow into his own. Rikio was thrown right into the deep end not ever seeing water before. It was different lives they lived. He didn’t have the time to “grow” if it was not now he would fall. Branded into the failure he felt like right now. He was not ready to face that right now, not ever. “I just can’t sit around and do nothing. I won’t overdo it. I promise.” Tiro would give him that look stating the obvious that he did not like his child pushing himself so hard but he would respect his decision. Nodding his head he would respond with a simple. “Okay…” Brushing his noes with his thumb the head Hatake would take his leave from the dojo. This new threat was unquestionable and he had little time to prepare himself.
- Jutsu Learned
[ Actually more, doing the math... ]
Suimenka no Kisoku [ Breathing Underwater Technique ] D
Suirou no Jutsu [ Water Prison Technique ] C
Mizu no Yoroi [ Water Armor ] C
Seidenki Ito no Jutsu [ Static Strings Technique ] E
Hikuhiku Eda no Jutsu [ Twhiching Limb Technique ] C
Dendou Bakuhatsu no Jutsu [ Electric Explosion Technique ] C
Dendou Kaitengi no Jutsu [ Electric Gyroscope Technique ] B
S t a g e O n e [1]
Axle of Rain
Rank: E : : Simple
Rolling Rain
Rank: E : : Complex
Misting Rain
Rank: E : : Complex
___S t a g e T w o [2]
Last Minute Rain
Rank: D : : Simple
May Wind, October Rain
Rank: D : : Simple
___S t a g e T h r e e [3]
Summer Rain
Rank: C : : Simple
Splashing Rain
Rank: C : : Complex
Blessed Rain
Rank: C : : Training
___S t a g e F o u r [4]
Innocent Rain
Rank: B : : Complex
Fiendish Speed Rain
Rank: B : : Complex
Insight Rain
Rank: B : : Training
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