*~ Shikou Academy: The Johou Tournament ~* [ STARTS! ]
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Name: Hara Mashahiro
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Village: Waterfall Village
Appearance: Mashahiro wears very simple clothes: a light blue, sleeveless tunic and similarly colored trousers tied tight above his ankles. His feet are tightly taped with no shoes. He wears his headband, etched with the characteristic waterfall of his village, around the upper portion of his left arm. More characteristic are the many many belts that circle both his waist and upper body, securely fastening his array of weaponry to his body. His overall physique is somewhat slimmer than a normal boy his age, with elegantly graceful hands and a thin face.
Personality: Like the namesake of his village, Mashahiro is much like a waterfall: peaceful and serene while at the same time capable of great strength and ferocity. He has a smooth, lilting voice and flashing blue eyes. He is friendly and loyal to a fault, willing to put himself in great danger for the sake of his friends. He has a bit of a confidence problem, often doubting himself at critical moments.
History: Born in Waterfall Village, Mashahiro was not expected to be anything special. The son of a moderately successful pair of ninjas, it was seen from a young age that he was slimmer than most of his peers. Entered into the academy at the normal age, he began to show remarkable ability to wield weapons of any sort. Quickly becoming adept at every weapon available at the academy, he began to become somewhat of a collector, finding and training is as many weapons as possible. Showing ability in all the basic ninja techniques, he showed his greatest aptitude in Taijutsu, seeing it as the best compliment to his skills. Although his parents were proud of him, Mashahiro could sense their jealousy, causing some problems at home.
Graduating, he immediately left the village on the first mission he could accept in order to give both him and his parents time to come to accept the situation they had been placed in. The mission went sour quickly, the village they were protecting against bandits being overrun by a number far above what had been expected. Mashahiro gained great respect when, as the villagers evacuated under the supervision of his fellow genin, he held off the greater number of the bandit force. Recognized by the Shikou Academy, he was invited to their tournament. Unsure about his worthiness, he nonetheless accepted.
Main Jutsu: Taijutsu
Special Abilities: Butoukai no Jutsu: By drawing on his Chakra, Mashahiro can smooth his movements and increase the agility of his actions, seeming to dance around his enemies and through his attack patterns. At it’s highest level of use, Mashahiro appears almost made of water (in his motion, not his appearance). Deadly when combined with his weapon skills. Has a constant drain dependant on the intensity of his usage.
Hobbies: Mashahiro enjoys crafting of all sorts, especially having to do with weapons. He is a somewhat adequate blacksmith, able to care for and mend his weapons with the proper facilities. He also enjoys carving and engraving and most of his possessions have some sort of embellishment on them.
Relations: None, besides having seen and spoken briefly to Ookami after the catastrophic mission.
Other: His uncertainty can be debilitating, it’s that strong.
Weapons Mashahiro Carries
Two Kodachi (short blades, longer than a wakizashi but shorter than a katana) sheathed in opposite ends of one large, straight sheathe which he wears diagonally on his back (the left hand reaches over the shoulder while the right reaches at his waist).
Five, visible, Kunai across his chest
Multiple small, folding shuriken on his waist
Two slender blades on his forearms, capable of being extended with a specific gripping pattern of his hand.
He is known to own other weapons ranging from naginatas to katal yet this is his standard battle gear.
Mashahiro/Male/Outside the Academy
A young boy made his way up the dusty path to the fabled Shikou Academy, pulling behind him a covered cart that rattled and clanked on the bumps and divots in the road. Sweat glistened on the boy's face, he had obviously been traveling quite some time, and with a sigh of relief he stopped before the gates. Standing before him were two Ninja: a kind looking female who gave him a slight bow, and a male ninja who seemed engrossed in a book labeled, "Advanced Theoretical Physics". The female began talking almost at once, "Welcome, I am Kuroda Miharu and this is my co-worker Outai Ookami. Welcome to the Shikou Academy! May I ask your name?"
The boy realized he was talking to two very powerful Jonin, most likely some of best in the world judging by the fact that the taught at the Shikou Academy. Dropping to a knee, the bow gave a deep bow, "I am Hara Mashahiro, from Hidden Waterfall Village."
A bright smile appeared on Miharu's face, "Ah, welcome Mashahiro, I was wondering why you were dragging along so much luggage."
Ookami interrupted, "We'll have to search it..."
Giving a sigh out of the corner of her mouth, Miharu nodded, "You understand Mashahiro? We must make sure you are not hiding anything that may give you an advantage over your peers. And do stand up."
Coming to his feet, Mashahiro wiped a hand across his forhead to prevent the sweat from falling into his eyes, "Of course Mistress Kuroda, I've only brought my weapons with me, you'll see."
Miharu beamed even wider, "Of course Mashahiro, but for now please leave your items here, they will be delivered to whatever room you draw once they have been inspected. For now, if you will follow me?"
Mashahiro gave one nervous glance to his cart, suddenly realizing that there were several older ninja surrounding it, peeking under the cover, before following the two jonin into the academy. Over barely half of an hour, Mashahiro had come to a full realization of why this place was considered home to the best of the best. The facilities at Shikou Academy were amazing, with classrooms both large and small complimented by some of the best practice and wilderness grounds the youth had ever seen, far outstripped anything in his village. A slight sliver of doubt began to ease into his mind as the three ninja made their way around the great central castle.
Do I belong here? Everyone here seems so....good
His self-doubt was interrupted when the three arrived at what seemed to be some sort of meeting place, near the great arena that Mashahiro knew he would be entering soon enough. Ookami spoke up for the first time since the tour had begun, "You're the first one here...here."
Taking the slip of paper the jonin handed him, Mashahiro looked down at the number: four. He looked up for some explanation but Ookami was already engrossed in his book once again. Miharu came to his rescue, "It will tell you which house you will be staying in, but for now please try to relax and wait for your peers to arrive."
Mashahiro nodded his thanks and made his way to the edge of the metting grounds. Settling down into a crosslegged position, he drew his dual kodachi and placed them across his legs. Closing his eyes, the youth began to meditate, trying to calm his troubled and doubtful mind even as more students began to arrive.
What have I gotten myself into? I can't screw up, not something like this/
