Kazurai Saito
?Kumogakure | Genin | Ranton | Class: Ninjutsu/Taijutsu | Chakra: 285/285 | Stamina: 225/225?
?Kumogakure | Genin | Ranton | Class: Ninjutsu/Taijutsu | Chakra: 285/285 | Stamina: 225/225?
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"The school can only carry me so far, I must seek inward for my true potential."
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Kazurai busted through the door to his apartment, slamming it behind him. Walking over to the nearest chair tossing his jacket onto the back of it while flopping his weight down into it leaning his hand against his face lightly covering his eyes with his fingers. 'Does she know that we could die? I would think she cares, or about me, i don't even know how she feels about me.' Standing up he realized his stomach growling. Remembering that he had left his entire meal that Myurai had treated him back at the bar. Walking over to the cupboards, he looked for something to eat, quickly finding that they were empty. With everything on his mind that was just enough to push him over the edge. Being pissed beyond belief for many reasons he was not even sure of, he clenched his fist and firmly punched the closet door crushing a hole through the center of it. After doing so the closet began to jar open and poorly kept belongings began falling out of it.
Backing away not caring what was falling out a box in the back was slightly reveled. He had not seen it in a long time and assumed it was nothing important. Letting curiosity get the better of him he reached into the very cluttered closet pulling the small chest out trying to see what might be inside. Seeing a padlock clasped firmly on it he quickly got aggravated and struck the chest with the full force of his fist, splitting it in two. He was not in the mood to fiddle with things or worry about the well being of anything that might have been a childhood belonging. Looking inside it was just one single scroll inside wrapped tightly with a very old string. Attempting to unwrap it the thread fell to dust almost instantly. Grabbing the scroll he unfolded it looking it over for a moment, it had belonged to his parents. After a minute of reading his eyes went very wide. Rolling the scroll back up tightly and grabbing his jacket throwing it on over one arm, opening the door with the other. Passing through the doorway muttering to himself "Under my nose all this time." Slamming the door behind him.
(Exits to Dojo)
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Passives:
Black Lightning: Raiton techniques are black in color; slightly increasing their power, while reducing visibility.
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