Akimichi Nobu

Character First Name:
Nobu

Character Last Name:
Akimichi

IMVU Username:
NobuAkimichi

Nickname: (optional)
Nobro

Boo-boo

Age:
23 years old

Date of Birth:
07/10/177 AN

Gender:
Male

Ethnicity:
Yonshigakurian

Height:
Normal: [ 6' 5" ]

Multi Size Training: [ 7' 4" ]

Multi Size -> Human Bullet Tank:  [ 13' 8" ]

Super Multi Size: [ 270'+ ]

Weight:
Normal:  [ 289 lbs. ]

Multi Size Training: [ 345 lbs. ]

Multi Size -> Human Bullet Tank: [ 637 lbs. ]

Super Multi Size: [ 9.2 tons ]

Blood Type:
B+

Occupation:
Ninja

Scars/Tattoos:
Blue Tribal Swirls: Tattoos on each cheek, this was a natural Akimichi trait among the entire clan, but the symbol is different among most. Repeated Microfractured Bones: During his many training sessions with Inkroe Takeda at his personal training grounds, these injuries were almost always aquired. But over time, the repeated healing and injury eventually caused these bones to harden and become more dense. <p class="MsoNormal">Repeated Muscle Trauma: During his many training sessions with Inkroe Takeda at his personal training grounds, and the Dojo, these injuries were almost always aquired. But over time, the repeated healing any injury eventually caused the muscles to expand and grow larger with the repeated abuse. <p class="MsoNormal">Burn scars: that had taken over most of Nobu's right arm, crept all the way up the base of his neck, and back down to his shoulder blade. Also found on the inner part of his left fore arm, parts of his abdomen, and on his right shin. These came from the first part of the Chuunin exams when he was struck by A Jounin's Raiton - Shichuu Shibari. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Collar Bone: Suffered in the early stages of Kenjutsu training with Inkroe Takeda at the Dojo. Took a bokken strike during a spar. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Knukles and Fingers: Suffered in the early stages of Kenjutsu training with Inkroe Takeda. Was punishment for dropping the bokken during training due to exaustion. <p class="MsoNormal">Ruptured Pelvis: Suffered in the middle stages of Kenjutsu training with Inkroe Takeda at the Dojo. Took a bokken strike during a spar. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Knee Cap: Suffered in the middle stages of Kenjutsu training with Inkroe Takeda. Took a bokken strike during a spar. <p class="MsoNormal">Lost Middle Toe on Left Foot: Suffered from dropping Kubutowari's axe from exaustion. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Right Foot: Suffered from dropping Kubutowari's hammer from exaustion. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Nose: Suffered while doing physical training at the Training Grounds. Was told to bear crawl down the mountain face forward, when coming close to the bottom, he face planted from exaustion. <p class="MsoNormal">Multiple Scars On Back: Suffered while in the process of training his team. Took an indirect hit from an Inuzuka's Passing Fang Technique which caused multiple lashes on his back. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Ribs: Suffered while in battle with Inkroe Takeda. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Left Arm: Suffered while in battle with Inkroe Takeda. <p class="MsoNormal">Broken Left and Right Wrist: Suffered while in battle with Inkroe Takeda. <p class="MsoNormal">Displaced Shoulder: Suffered while in battle with Inkroe Takeda. <p class="MsoNormal">Scar on Small of Back: Suffered while in battle with Inkroe Takeda.

Affiliation:
<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Yonshigakure

Relationship Status:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">N/A

Personality & Behaviour:
<p class="MsoNormal">As a part of the Akimichi Clan, I was raised to be true gentleman. My heart was known to be my strongest suit; the loyalty that came along with my friendship is one that is unmatched. Of course this did also play into my weakness as well, for I was quiet gullible, and lacked the self confidence needed to push myself to get further. Not only that, but my kindness prohibited me for laying a hand on anyone that I considered a close friend, meaning that sparring with my squad-mates was near impossible. But of course, I had learned of ways to move around this, and sadly enough, it was only with the promise of a well cooked meal, or even the persuasion of a sweet tone from a beautiful woman that motivated me enough to do work...

<p class="MsoNormal">Do not be fooled by the sweet nature I have though. Sure, I may be kind hearted, charming, and overall pure of heart. Alas, there was a trigger word that would instantly set me off, cause my rage to boil over the surface and spill onto any who were close enough, or even the one who spoke the cursed word that I hated most of all. It was a simple, small, yet cruel word that haunted me in my past... To simply put... 'Fat.'

<p class="MsoNormal">Relaxation was something I had mastered long ago. If I was not relaxing, then I was more than likely munching on my favorite barbeque potato chips, and enjoying the company of those around me. I was very kind to others, always going out of my way to do anything for those who asked for my help, be it someone I wasn't too fond of, or a best friend. But regularly I would try to ensure that if I did so some sort of service, the reward would be a trip to the closest restaurant so I may gorge myself on my favorite food of Ramen, or maybe even some Sweet and Sour Pork.

Nindo: (optional)
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">“Fat…!? Who are you calling Fat?! I’m… Pleasantly Plump!!!”

Summoning:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">N/A

Bloodline/Clan:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">Akimichi

Ninja Class:
Hunter Nin

Element One:
None

Element Two:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">None

Weapon of choice:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">Samehada

<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">Kabutowari

Strengths
<p class="MsoNormal">Strength, Chakra Manipulation, Kenjutsu, Stanima

Weaknesses:
<p class="MsoNormal">Genjutsu, Speed, Hand Seals, Medical Ninjutsu

Chakra color:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">Blue

Weapon Inventory:
<p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Please allocate now - 70

<p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-bottom: 0.5em;">Kunai (cost 2 pieces): 0

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Shuriken (cost 1.5 pieces):  0

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Senbon (cost 1 pieces each): 0

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Makibishi Spikes (cost 0.5 pieces each set of 10):  20             >                  10

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Small Scrolls (cost 3 pieces): 4                                                    >                  12              

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Medium Scrolls ( cost 4 pieces): 0

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Large Scrolls (cost 5 pieces): 0

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Smoke Bomb ((Max 3) costing 3 pieces each): 3                       >                     9               

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Flash Bomb ((Max 2) costing 4 pieces each):  2                        >                     8

<p style="text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Paper Bomb ((Max 20) costing 2 pieces): 5                                >                    10      

<p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;">Any sword ((Max 7) costing 6 pieces each):  2                           >                    12

<p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;">Any other weaponry: (costing 5 pieces each):  1                       >                     5

<p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;">List the other weapons here: Three Coloured Pills

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0pt;">Total: 66

Weapon/Fighting Styles:
Formation Ino-Shika-Cho

Academy Jutsu:
<p class="MsoNormal">Transformation Technique

<p class="MsoNormal">Clone Technique

<p class="MsoNormal">Body Replacement Technique

<p class="MsoNormal">Rope Escape Technique

<p class="MsoNormal">Generic Sealing Technique

<p class="MsoNormal">Genjutsu Release

<p class="MsoNormal"> E Rank: 

<li class="MsoNormal">Basic Kenjutsu Training</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">One Thousand Years of Death</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Cloak of Invisibility Technique</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Sexy Technique</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">New Sexy Technique</li>

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 D Rank: 

<li class="MsoNormal">Partial Multi-Size Technique</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Kenjutsu Tier I</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Killing Intent</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Elbow</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Guillotine Drop</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Headbutt</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Lariat</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Leaf Gale</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Leaf Great Flash</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Screams of Limbo</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Gluttonous Feeding</li>

C Rank:
 * 1) Kenjutsu Tier II


 * 1) Iaido

<li class="MsoNormal">Multi-Size Technique</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Calorie Control</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Human Bullet Tank</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Spiked Human Bullet Tank</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Ballistic Waterwheel</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Leaf Style Willow</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Intersection Method</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Leaf Burning Sky</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Leaf Great Whirlwind</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Leaf Rising Wind</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Shadow of the Dancing Leaf</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Peregrine Falcon Drop</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Deception Beheading</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Crescent Moon Beheading</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Lustful Transformation</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Perilous Greed</li>

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B Rank:
 * 1) Advanced Kenjutsu

<li class="MsoNormal">Dragonfly Bullet Bombing</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Iai Beheading</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Shadow Clone Technique</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Anger Transformation</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Spiritual Heresy</li>

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A Rank:
 * 1) Superior Kenjutsu

<li class="MsoNormal">Reverse Mist Beheading</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Dance of the Crescent Moon</li>

<li class="MsoNormal">Super Multi-Size Technique</li>

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S Rank:
 * 1) Legendary Kenjutsu

<li class="MsoNormal">Super Human Bullet Tank</li>

Allies:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">Yonshigakurians

Enemies:
<p style="line-height: 21px; font-size: 13px;">All who oppose Yonshigakure.

The Beginning of Nobu Akimichi... Academy Phase. Age 0-11
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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I was born and raised in Konohagakure for most of my life with my family only. This of course was not forced, nor chosen by I, but only beceause many of the other children in the village were cruel and unfriendly to me. They all teased me for the girth over my belly, often calling me that which I despised the most, 'Fat'. For much of my childhood, I merely stuck with my family, locking myself in my room and not doing much other then being depressed for my lack of friendships in the village, and comforted myself most often with a bag of chips, or any other food which was around. Really the only time I went out into the sun and do some sort of physical activity, was when my father promised a delicious meal to practice the clan's secret techniques. I did this reluctantly, I didn't like to do much work, but the thought of not eating because of refusing this request of training. Because of my lack of work, I actually had a lack of skin complexion that made me have a pale tone as well.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">There were many times that I had tried to take opportunities to make friends, but every time it was the same thing as before. I was too slow, too fat... One instance in particular scared me for a very good portion of my life, and which ultimately caused me to stop trying. I had departed from my home in the morning when I was a young child, I was so excited since I had actually met a group of children who didn’t seem to judge me as what I looked like through the academy, I thought they saw me for my personality and enjoyed my company. I was under some false façade though as I strolled casually along the beaten down dirt path that was a majority of the streets in Konoha were like. I had moved in such haste that I had actually forgotten my toy weapons that were a part of the game of ‘Hero Ninja’. The weapons were rather simple, made of a thick paper that was folded many times over before making an assortment of weapons which the shinobi actually carried on their person. Like the shuriken, which was the most popular of the ones to create, and was really rather simple. There were kunai’s as well, but those took a little more time, and required tape and glue to keep it from falling apart. The last item I didn’t need, nor did I ever keep. It was merely a long stick that through the great amount of childish imagination and forging of fantasy pictures would be a katana, which little did I know would become one of my favoured weapons. Depending on the length, some of us had also wielded a tanto as well, just depended on the character that the child really wanted to play.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I had to turn around, if I had not shown up with some of these things, there was a good chance that I would not live long in the game. The game itself was not anything difficult. One person would be chosen to be the ‘Hero Ninja’ who was there to protect the village from all the evils of the world that it forged and created. Then a set of two others would be this Hero Ninja’s allies, to assist in the battle against the power foes. Lastly, and whomever was left over, were the evil ninja who had come to destroy the village. These evil shinobi of unnamed villages and lands actually ran off through the streets of Konoha, taking specific areas and working in groups of two like the Akatsuki had done such a long time ago. When the children would find them, which was not difficult as the evil shinobi would scream and yell about the terrible deeds they were performing, including some rather unusual things like blowing up a building with their outrageous detonation techniques, while others were tearing down the walls between the bath houses, forcing the two sexes to notice each. They would usually follow with a fit of giggles and carrying on with the imaginative events and destruction they could cause. When the Hero Ninja would find the group, an intense battle would ensue, and basically if you were hit by any of the multiple weapons which were named, you were dead. Every time I had played, I had been on the evil team, working with someone whom was much quicker then I, but this was no difficult feat. "Hurry up, Nobu-kun! We’re going to set fire to the Ramen shop! Hehe" The boy, whose name was Huremi, would wait up with me for a good portion of the time. But as I ran, my breathing would become labored and my legs began to feel like noodles from the light amount of work and would become frustrated, tell me where to meet him before sprinting off. He would leave me in his dust, and I coughed as I had to stop to catch my breath and expel the dirt from my lungs which stung incredibly. I would finally reach the destination, exhausted already and unable to fight.

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Then out of nowhere as I was attempting to rest, <span style="line-height: 15.75pt; font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I would feel a knick at my back, then a couple more right after another. The Hero Ninja had reached us already, and I was unable to battle because of the light run, which left Huremi all to himself to fight the group of three. The battle was short lived, there was nothing they could do, and before I could have fun, I was placed on the side lines watching, beating myself up for leaving him all on his own… I came out of my house, the weapons which I needed for the game stuffed into my pockets. I was already huffing and puffing from the walk back and forth, my body somewhat sticky with the sweat that caused my clothing, which was nothing more than a pale ivory shirt with the Akimichi symbol on the front in large, red sticking out nicely against the background. My lower attire was a pair of tattered brown shorts that came down to my knees, and around my neck was a red scarf made of a light fabric that was almost silken. The two tail ends of the scarf fell behind me and slithered down my back like an exotic snake. My hair was a light brown color that was short and spiked upwards almost unnaturally, but there was an odd amount of grease that held the hair in this position. It was a mystery as to how I even kept it up in this manner, but I hardly paid attention to the look of my hair, half the time I didn’t fix it, brush it, or mess with it at all. I could recall once hearing the waitress of a restaurant had spoke behind the closed door of the kitchen. "Look at that pudgy boy’s hair… I can’t tell if he has some sort of extra supplement to keep it like that, or he just doesn’t realize that when he eats, he splashed grease in his hair while eating like a starving pig. Hahaha."

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">All around me were peach colored walls that were sun bleached and seemed hardly taken care of as some of the plates of the structures were off set, and in need of repair. The buildings were not even that tall, the reconstructions that this village had made after the Fourth Great Shinobi War were nice, but definitely still in need of some work. I imagined though that to actually rebuild an entire village took quite a bit of income and finances, but things were coming along far from what they were so long ago from the stories I heard. It was funny though, as my light brown eyes looked up towards the roofs of the structures, and none of them had the same color. Some were a deep maroon color, while others were a sharp, bright turquoise that stung the eyes when actually stared at for long periods of time. They must have just simply wanted their buildings to stick out from the others, make it easier to tell the difference and actually draw one’s attention and make connections to them. A landmark of sorts, so if one was not familiar with the village, they could simply look up and go, 'Oh, I know where I’m at… The green roof belongs to the grocery market, I need to head this way to get to the Inn.'. All I was making was assumptions about the village; hardly would a boy of my age be able to actually determine the real reasons among the village’s ideas and plans. I shuffled my feet since I was already feeling the strain on my legs from movement that I was surely not use to and influenced further by having to take myself back to my home. As I walked, I caused a flurry of dust to come up and swirl around my feet. The dirt clung to the skin of my legs as it floated around me before then settling back down. I paid little attention to all this though, being a boy, especially an Akimichi boy, messes were my specialty, but mostly when eating. I was coming close to the end of the road, just around the corner of the building that lead into one of the playgrounds that were make shifted among one of the fields in the village, I could hear the voices meaning they were already there. A smile flashed over the boys dried lips as he was about to come around the corner, but before he had shown himself, he heard his name being spoke in a hissing voice that seemed filled with annoyance. This voice was familiar… It was none other than Huremi speaking…

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"…start now before Nobu gets here? I don’t want that fat ass on my team again, and he’s already late! Probably collapsed in the middle of the street from not being able to walk further then fifteen feet!" He was the first voice I heard, and I paused where I stood. I was in complete shock of the words I heard, he had been so nice to me, even though I had been a terrible team mate. Even walked home with me and had a good discussion about some of our favorite eating spots. I shifted myself closer to the building, pressing my body against it and fell concealed within the shadow that was cast by the lip of the roof dipping over wall. I stayed there, closing my eyes as I could imagine the reactions and the ways the children spoke against me. "I know what you mean, Huremi! It’s not any fun for anyone! All he does is slow us all down, and ruins the game!" A young, adorable red headed girl had spoken next, named Yeumai, which Nobu had once thought about trying to grow close too since she was actually the sweetest of them all. She was quiet petite almost frail in my opinion, clad in a yellow sun dress that was long and flowing, its hem whisking and rolling with the wind as it shifted around her knees. Underneath this she wore a pair of white leggings that wrapped around her thin legs, dropping down to her ankles and tucked into her white shoes. Upon her small button of a nose sat a pair of thin glasses; her rosy red rips marred in a frown from being upset about the subject. "You know that pudgy meatball would go off and tell his mommy and daddy, then we’d all get in trouble. We’ll just knock him out early again, and whoever is on his team will get to be the Hero Ninja next time! Sound like a plan?" The last boy to have spoken was the worst of the group, and was not afraid to voice how he felt about someone. I knew he had gotten in trouble many times over before by the way he spoke about being worried about his parents. His name was Juno, and was the oldest among the group. He had taken leadership probably for that only reason; since he was older he was taller than everyone else, which was somewhat intimidating. It would be nice for someone to step up to him, tell him that he was not as great as he thought he was! Forcing my hands to ball into a fist, eyes which were closed comfortably now squeezed shut and my bottom lip quivered.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Rage was boiling up from within my belly, my chest burned greatly as I was now breathing heavily, not because of exhaustion or strain, but because I was losing control of my composure. My face began to fluster a deep red color, and then followed by tears beginning to streak down and fall down the round portion of my chubby cheeks. I couldn’t… I wouldn’t deal with this any longer. All those names, all those damned, provocative names! Finally I found the courage to step out and confront those children, not even bothering to remove the tears which streaked my face and fell over the green sharp markings of my cheeks that every Akimichi were born with. The moment I stepped out, a silence fell over the area, almost awkwardly every single one of them looked over to me with their beady, unemotional eyes. "What’s wrong?! Can’t say something to my face?! You all too afraid to say something to my face?!" My voice rose in a cracking scream at them, broken and high pitched squeal with the density of emotion that flowed through my body. Light brown orbs that were blood shot on the outer rim, obviously from the blood that welled within my face and being flustered, and in combination of the tears that were forced, scanned the faces of those who were shocked by my being there. One in particular though, had a smug grin on his face. This would have been Juno, the leader of them all, who almost seemed to enjoy the confrontation, the pain that was scrunching up my face making it even uglier then what it could be perceived as. He finally stepped forward among them, but was not the first to speak as the young girls broke in a light whisper and only said one thing. "Nobu…"

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She was quickly cut off though, as Juno took no time at all to try and edge Nobu on further. "What’s wrong, Fat-bu?! Why you crying? Can’t handle the fact that you’re slower than a plump slug? Can’t move without losing your breath?" Juno let out an intimidating and mocking laugh that most of the children followed in, except the young girl who sat in the back, her face down and looking to the ground as she witnessed the cruelty that was being put upon the innocent young boy who had never done anything to them besides be their friend. She was obviously having second thoughts about her words and treatment of the boy, and was raising her head to speak when before she knew it, I was in a bull rush towards Juno. I squinted my tear filled eyes and looked through a hazy mist that blurred my vision as I closed this distance between Juno and I. This action must have not been expected as Juno only stood there, his beady black eyes wide, and before Juno knew what was coming, I was before him. My forehead pressed against his chest in a bone crunching connection, I could have sworn I heard the snapping of ribcage as my forehead came into contact, but it was hard to distinguish with the loud gasp that Juno had taken followed by the screams of all the children. My blubbery arms wrapped around his body and lifted him off the ground to where he landed roughly on his back, then following with the full weight of my body as I landed on top of him. Juno’s breath was expelled from his lungs with my assault, and thought that perhaps he was knocked out from his head bouncing off the ground with throwing him down, but I cared less. Rearing myself back at the hips, my left hand shot forward to grasp the collar of his shirt and pull his limp body up, at least bring his face somewhat closer while my right hand cocked back balled into a tight fist. My knuckles turned a ghastly shade of white, my nails biting the soft flesh of my palm and caused streaks of crimson liquid to seep through the cracks of my fingers. I was thrown into such a blind furry, that I didn’t know what I was doing any longer. I had never felt this sort of aggression before, but the name, all I could hear was him calling me all those disgusting unattractive names.- Fat-bu, Fatty, Pudgy, Plump… There were so many that were bouncing around in my head.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I didn’t even hear the other boys scream as they enclosed around me like a wild pack of dogs surrounding their prey. My right fist was coming down to smash the smug look from the face of Juno when another boy hooked his arms around my own arm and held the attack at bay. Before I knew it, his weight was thrown at my side and I was toppled from on top of Juno, rolled onto my back. I looked around to see multiple people standing around my, some on their knee’s including Huremi, who had his leg raised up, knee bent and was preparing to stomp on my shoulder. I shut my eyes instinctively, my arms coming up to my face as quickly as I could before a relentless amount of stomps, punches, and assaults were dealt to my body. I could feel their fist, heels, elbows each striking every single surface of my body they could see. Luckily I had covered my face with my arms folded over one another in an X fashion, but still they were not afraid to kick this part. It forced my arms back to my face, painfully striking against my head and knocking it against the ground. The one face which I failed to notice though, was the young girls, and the only sound I could make out as I was being beaten senselessly, was her voice shouting at the mob of children who were attacking the boy. At one point from the corner of my eye, I could see that she was trying to pull Huremi from the assault, make her way to me and perhaps help. I was a little uncertain, her words were muffled by the shouts and jesters of all the other children’s screams, but I could have sworn I heard her scream at them to stop this nonsense. But it was unknown, for all I knew she was trying to place herself into the assault and get her own hits in on me. The last thing I did remember in this instance, was Juno actually appearing above me, his leg raised up at my face before shoving his foot against the arms that protected my face, and a disgusting hissing voice yelled. "…Is that all you have in you?"

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Despite all that the children did to antagonize me and attempt to break me, I always maintained my composure after this event and even showed them kindness and compassion through time and time again, as was taught by my family. This always made the situation all the more worse by frustrating them, but they all kept their distance, somewhat fearful of the child who was larger then they. They never showed this fear, just taunted me from far away, but in some part of my mind, I enjoyed this edging of them on and trying to get them to be aggressive. Really in the back of my mind, I relished in the opportunity to actually strike back at them, but I had to force them to make the first move.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Sadly enough, despite my kindness, and the smile that was plastered over my lips, I was in inner turmoil. I couldn't understand why all the children didn't like me, always excluding him from various games. They always claimed I would never be able to keep up with the others, that I would slow them down. This wasn't entirely false, my larger stature did cause my speed to decrease, but the strength that was obtained was that to reckon with. But of course, to most ninja that was not all important, it was all about agility, and ability to move swiftly and quietly without detection. Depression had swept over me by the time I was the age of ten, and I didn't get out at all. I would lock myself away in my dwellings, snack away, and research my clan's abilities and techniques. It was at a very young age that I began to understand why everyone of the clan was so large. It was by choice, to store all those calories in their bodies so that they could use a large extent of their hidden skills. Something that I continued to wonder though... Is if there was a way to achieve both these things. The ability to store a large amount of calories for the use of Calorie Control, but also remain at a decent physique. It would take some time, but I would eventually learn the loop hole after finding my own motivation.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">My parents very observant though, they could both see and relate to their son's distress, for they too had gone through the same thing. Except with the new age, it seemed like it was only getting worse. They at least had their own few select friends, but I myself had yet to associate with anyone. The only way they could get me outside of the house to do my training was to entice me with food and dangle it over my head, which I did. But there was still a large lack of motivation to do much at all with the depression sinking into my own personality. It was around this time that I began to also develop an interest in sword play as well. It wasn't something that anyone thought I would find entertaining, but after a good few months after joining the Academy, I learned about Kenjutsu and always held a bokken in hand after that.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Only a few months after my twelvth birthday, I was hit with an even larger blow than being friendless, and that would be the passing of my mother who became etremely ill with a rare disease. There wasn't much that anyone could do for her besides confort her until she passed, and this nearly drove me over the edge. I was new to death, and didn't understand why one of only the few things I cherished in life had to be stolen from me. My father did his best to explain how life and death worked, and it seemed to help for it wasn't long before I was back to my regular self, but in reality... I was bottling everything inside, waiting for it to actually boil to the surface, though it would take a long, long time before something might occur. Usually the only way to help console this was by shedding tears, and crying by myself in my room.

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<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">My father made a decision, he knew that I was not adjusting well to the life in the Village Hidden in the Leaves, and everything in the village reminded him of his own passed wife. Those two combinations led him to believe that they needed to start a new life with a clean slate, and so they worked on doing just that. After saving up some money and finally getting rid of what property they did have in the village, they set off on foot together side by side. My father could only hope that where ever they did decide to settle, that I would be able to adjust accordingly, and that I was not too scarred from the life I was given.

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;">During our travel from Konohagakure we began to move about from city to city, village to village, never staying in one place really. We had plenty of money from my father selling all they had and pocketing some extra from random jobs. We didn't live in poverty, or have a shortage of food. If anything, life was actually pretty fun. I was with my father at all times, learning new things, survival, fighting properly, defending myself, and playing games. But there an important part of these travels which defined myself from now until I will be an old man.

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;">While traveling through a part of the Land of Lightning, I seperated off from my father to do a bit of hunting. We had built a small camp and just wanted to retrieve a deer or other large game to appease our appetites. (Yeah... Because we know two Akimichi's couldn't possibly survive on just some rabbit.) I moved through a clearing and infront of me was a dried up creek, it was a couple of feet deep, but I noticed something odd near one of the bends where the roots of a tree sprawled out and caught random debre. In that, I could see what I thought was a hilt of a blade, but on the end of it was... A skull of some sort? Curiousity got the best of me, and I began to move towards it. As I grew closer, the hilt of it was extremely long, and I know now that it must be an extremely large sword! Excitement getting the best of me, I began to slide down the creek and grow closer and closer. But as I approached it, the entire blade of this sword was hidden by the dirt, mud and tangled roots, but it didn't look that large really... Grabbing the hilt, I had an odd sensation run over my fingers, then up my hand slowly. It shocked my at first as I retracted my hand and couldn't feel the fingers that touched the blade. Furrowing my brows and becoming stubborn, I performed the Akimichi Hidden Seal to use the Partial Expansion on both my hands and arms. Quickly I placed both hands on the hilt and gave it a powerful heave...

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;">With the great heave, the blade was ripped from the earth much easier than what I thought and was thrown behind me back towards the clearing while I landed on my rear end. My jutsu was released as I landed and I rose back up so that I could investigate what was hidden. While running up the bank and trying to get closer yet again, I noticed that this didn't look as large as the hilt portrayed it. The blade was probably the average size of a long sword, perhaps a few inches longer, but the width of the blade was over a foot itself as well. It wasn't made of steel from what I could see, but there were a lot of dirty bandages with mud clinging to what looked like scales. I scratched my head as I studied it for a bit longer before... All the sudden... It moved! I shrieked slightly and fell back as it wiggled free of some of the bandaging restraints. I blinked a few times, not understanding what I just saw at first, but was quite infatuated with it that I couldn't help but start to move closer. I eventually gained the courage to again wrap my fingers around the hilt and attempt to hold it. It was the same feeling as before, as I held it my hands would start to grow cold and numb, but it took a while, and I held up the weapon curious of what it was. Shrugging my shoulders, I returned home with the weapon I found and showed it to my father who stared at the sword for a long time before saying it's name... "Samehada..."

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;">After that day, my father taught me about the Seven Legendary Blades of the Mist and all that they did. I became infatuated with this, and was actually somewhat shocked myself as my father told me that after the last Great Ninja War that this blade was lost and never seen again. The last known weilder was Killer B of Kumogakure, and with this knowledge, my father and I quickly packed up and left the land of Lightning. My father feared that Kumogakure nin might see his son with the blade and demand it back. Some sort of political thing that I really didn't understand at the time, but I didn't care. I carried the blade with pride for how ever long I could. It took a lot of getting used to, the blade was alive and fed upon my chakra carelessly. My father told me that I had to train with it, teach it not to eat my reserves, but instead I would feed it as I liked and befriend the blade. But until then, to safeguard myself, my father helped further teach me the ways of Fuinjutsu, so that I could seal the blade away from the sight of others and only summon it when I was wanting to train.

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">It was another few months of travels and moving through different villages to see what opportunities they had available for young academy student whom were seeking guidance before they finally stumbled upon what they thought would be their final destination. It was in this time that they had began working heavily on my only skill that was known to me, the Partial Multi-Expansion Jutsu. I learned this technique where it became nothing more then second nature to me. I also was becoming a little more comfortable with the blade I was blessed enough to have found. It wasn't for another few weeks until word had come through about a village about an hours distance from the house they rented. Together they departed off to a placed called the Village Hidden in Death, or also known as Yonshigakure.

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Upon coming to the gate of the village, My father and I found ourselves greeted by two Jounin. This would of been Imani Ranton, and Inkroe Takeda. Imani seemed kind enough, but the sight of Inkroe had caused me to shrink behind my father, seeking protection. It was odd though, The three seemed to speak together as if they might perhaps have known one another at one time, and it was thought that perhaps they had even been friends. Imani may have been just as so, she spoke as if she knew many of the clan and she very well must have with how she smiled and looked to them in such a sweet manner. Before I had known it, I had been accepted into this new home, and was cast into the last phase of the Academy. I was already skilled enough to become Genin, but I never was able to test out since I didn't belong to a certain village. It was then I actually started makings friends. The first one I had become close to and had become my best friend was Kaito. He had somewhat of an attitude issue, but it wasn't unusual that we would wind up sparring one another.

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<p style="margin-top:0.4em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:15.75pt;">The three children were in for a world of pain and hurt as they began their first day of training with their Sensei, Inkroe Takeda. It was a rather odd thing, something I did not see as actually benefitting us in any sort of way, but he brought out a Bokken from the weapons shed and began to question the three of us. He used two words, "Microfractures" and "Muscle Trauma" Inkroe then began to explain about building our bodies to become strong and resilient, and that's what he planned on teaching us. The first day resulted in all of us being beaten with that bokken over and over, on every bone, every muscle that Inkroe could strike. This became a regualr thing also, to be beaten and then forced to work our bodies by doing a multitude of work-outs. This is where I began to actually then understand the process of my body, and realizing how I could do both, eat as much as I could to attain those calories in my entity, while also have a fit a physical physique. All I needed to do was to be sure that if I didn't use those calories that day that I consumed, that I would need to burn them through strenuous work out. With a combination of my depressing childhood, and the motivation to become the strongest Ninja from Inkroe's teachings, I found that thing to move me forward, and push myself further and further to scupt my body like no other Akimichi.

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<p style="line-height:15.75pt;">Not only were the trio thrown into a multitude of beatings, but were also force to do other things in order to work the things that showed for a splendid shinobi. One of the things that I could recall was when Inkroe would heat up a  pool of water, cause it to actually boil before then ordering us to walk across it by manipulating the chakra to the soles of our sandals so we could get across. There were multiple times where we would be walking across the steaming waters, and the boiling caused bubbles to surface and splash the scolding water upon our legs, cause us to lose focus and take scalding burns from the only two foot high water. The one training that stood out to the most to myself would have been the Kenjutsu training. Inkroe took his time in explaining in detail the greater areas to concentrate upon striking, why to strike those places, and just about everything. I relished in this training, and found a new-found love in actually wanting to weild a blade when I could. So from then on out, through the Genin days, I concentrated upon three types of training... Training my Body, Training my Clan Techniques, and Training with the Bokken so I could weild the blade I hid in secrecy.

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<p style="line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">After working hard for many, many weeks and showing the potiental this young boy, who much younger then the others on my squad. After taking the ridiculous, yet effective training that was placed upon us by his sensei, it was coming close time for all the genin of this village to participate in what was known as the Chuunin exams. For those who didn't know, this was a time for all the ninja's of the village to prove that their training was not wasted and that much was learned in this time frame. This was a time to show whom was ready for the next stage of becoming a ninja, and take on more responsibility then that of a genin required.

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<p style="line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">And so, I stepped forward with my team and we took the first stage of the Chuunin Exams. This first stage was to test something that Team Inkroe was well prepared for, and that was working together as a team. We all fought together very well, showing that we trusted eachother, had confidence in each other's abilities, and in the end, we all passed. The only down fall to this test, was the injuries which were sustained. I myself took quiet a lot, and even pushed myself so far that I was on the verge of death after taking a direct hit from the Jounin's powerful lightning attack. It was only thanks to the medical nin that were about that I was able to survive and continue on with the Chuunin Exams, though I obviously wouldn't be at my best.

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<p style="line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Passing the first stage of the Chuunin Exams was something that did not come easy, but it happened. Next, we would move on to the individual battles of the Chuunin Exams. The first battle was short lived with someone I saw as a great friend, Taka. It was only after a few rounds that the battle ended with me victorious. The second round was much, much more difficult. It was against yet another person Nobu considered a great friend and comrade in Yonshigakure, Kana. Though I didn't know the two opponents before hand all that well, they were people whom I could say that I was sure they would have my back in the end of things. This battle took much longer, but in the end, thanks to my persistence in not actuall using any jutsu's, but instead planned ahead to only use the Kenjutsu training I recieved from my sensei. It proved to be a great plan, since my opponent wore himself out much quicker. I still took a decent amount of damage though, including a shurkien in my back, and then also in the very end where I would use my Partial Multi-Expansion Technique to catch Kana in my hands and squeeze the air from his lungs. Kana though had held poisoned kunai's, and with the attack, came my own downfall. I had in fact won this round, but was sent into a hallucination that I would never forget.

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<p style="line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">It came down to the final round of the Chuunin Exams, but this final exam is what would test my character the most. It was going to be against a female whom I held a crush on during a large portion of the Academy days, someone whom I had grown extremely close and fond of, Jinora Namikaze. I told himself that I could conquor the thoughts of injuring this female, but after throwing a kunai which had actual caused damage to her, which the kunai was not even thrown correctly, the pitted feeling in my stomache was something I could not bare. Without even a second thought, I pulled myself out from the last stage of the Chuunin exams and due to my kind, loving nature, I was not able to continue the battle against her. I was contempt with where I had made it though, I had proven that he was capable of so much, and wasn't just the fat, lazy, dumb kid that so many people had said I was in the past.

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<p style="line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">After getting the promotion of becoming Chuunin, I instantly took this chance to do what I knew best, helping others. I became so enthralled with the Academy, that I attended about every class that was held. I became very well known throughout the academy and their students as I would always take time out of his own schedule in order to even provide those students with extra training in things they needed. I did make sure also though to put in my own time to train myself, and would often mix my own sort of training while helping other students. Often enough it was physical training, also a mixture of chakra control since it took a large amount of concentration to mold the chakra into one's limb in order to cause it to expand. So it wasn't unusual to find myself in a hand stand over a shallow stream, doing push-up while watching and instructing Academy students of ways they could impress themselves, or even giving them a lecture about how things worked.

<p style="line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">At the age sixteen I was given a promotion to Principal of the Academy because of my large involvement with the younger generation and also the fact that the current principal had actually been sent away on a mission before perishing by an unknown missing nin. I took this promotion with open arms, and quickly relished in the chance to do more. Though, I also still wanted to be able train myself, and it was becoming harder and harder to better myself as my attention was being stolen away. This caused a stresser in me that caused me to start to having terrible nightmares, and it was also around this time that I was also introduced to the Legendary Black Rock of Azeroth after learning of an underground cult within' the walls of Yonshi. This item that was stashed away within' the walls of Yonshigakure and only available to those of an accelerating future of a Ninja. It was told to me that this was the way that Yonshigakurian's were not only blessed by the god by given special abilities, but was held a secret from many because of the intese powers that came with the responsibility of harboring the knowledge. They didn't want an uproar of the villagers flocking to the area, and having trouble caused with the realization that ones were worshiping such a powerful diety. I didn't understand much about the Black Rock, or the religion itself, though pushed it off somewhat. Though I did notice that the longer that I sat and learned more about it... The more I began to have terrible dreams of my past, waking up in night chills with a demonic voice hissing in my ear, and so much more. At the same time, I could feel something within' myself becoming stronger... The Cult Leader at the time explained to me that the First of the Nine Circles had been opened within me, and that I would begin to start training in the ways of the abilities gained through Azeroth.

<p style="line-height:15.75pt;">It was now that it seemed that I was becoming more and more drawn, not only to the Black Rock, but also training in more deadly arts. I began to shift my attention away from assisting people, towards more wanting to gain my own strengths to a new level. I was also to the point where I was becoming a little bit more of a trouble maker as well, and began to learn not only the Shadow Clone Technique, but also began to learn some rather innapropriate techniques. Transforming into women in shrewd clothing, and in provacative positions to get hilarious reactions out of people. With this new found fun, I discovered that I actually unlocked the Second of the Nine Circles, which I gained the ability of my first Transformation into a demonic looking state. Though, it was no normal transformation. It was actually a physical one, where my body belded into a mythical creature that may be known as an Incubus.

<p style="line-height:15.75pt;">It was around the time that I was turning the age of Seventeen that I was then promoted to the rank of Jounin, and it was because of not only my unique abilities and hard work, but also my success in many missions that I went on. I was rather excited, because now it meant that I was going to have more time to myself, and I was no longer going to be responsible of taking care of the children in the Academy. Instead, I had three students whom I would dedicate myself to, and continue to work more upon myself and my own abilities. I was also becoming of the age where I would be able to venture out from time to time on more serious missions, gather information about the Legendary Blades of the Mist and attempt to collect them, seeing as I had already been reviving that blade Samehada.

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<p style="line-height:15.75pt;">It wasn't long before I had gone through a couple of generations of training students, and teaching them Kenjutsu to a peak, though there were none spectacular or any that stood out. I treated them just as my own sensei, Inkroe Takeda had taught me. I was cruel, savage with their training and relected my own ways towards them as my sensei did me, which made them resilient, strong... But many of them never got very far. They didn't have the conviction I was looking for, and what threw me off was that Azeroth told me that none would catch my eye for a long time. I needed to concentrate on myself, which I did as I trained them. I continued to hone my own skills with Kenjutsu, along with many other clan techniques, Samehada, and the techniques of Azeroth.

<p style="line-height:15.75pt;">There was a point where I achieved a skill that I could have never thought would come possible, and it was one that I had heard rumors of. I never thought that my own sweet and kind nature would flee from my personality and instead I would start to become that cold hearted man that I was today. I was training my students, and I remembered hearing one of them use that one word which boiled the blood in my veins and made me go through vivid recollections of my past and the children whom called me fat. The word set a rage off within myself that made me lose most of my physical consciousness, and looked at him with a pure Intent to Kill. This technique was treated somewhat like a Genjutsu, struck fear into the student to where they would see their own gruesome death play over, how I would chop his body into small peices with extreme blade percision. Just as I was actually unsheathing my blade, and was about to attempt to perform a technique known as Iaido Beheading, where my katana at my hip would be unsheathed, performing a powerful and quick slash, then sheathed again in the blink of an eye, one of the girls students screamed in fear from the look in my own eye, and awoke me from my rage. The next day, the boy withdrew himself from being a Ninja, and instead took a civilian job, thinking he was unfit for the position.

<p class="MsoNormal">At the age of twenty, I had been sent out on yet another mission which was much more difficult then what called to have students come with, and it was actually somewhat vague as well. There was some notice of Kirigakure having missing Nin that were actually becoming much more of a nuisance in the Land of Fire. A small village had asked for assistance from Yonshigakure, seeing as the village was very much small and the pay that they could make was somewhat insignificant, Yonshigakure ninja were the only thing they could afford. Upon investigating the circumstances, it took me only sometime to discover the missing ninja and attempt to capture them. Luckily, despite my limited intelligence and speed, I was able to catch the ninja off guard. They never knew what was coming, as it was quite rare to see someone battle as I did with the combination of my Clan Techniques, and infamous Kenjutsu abilties. It was odd though, the man wielded... My eye's couldn't beleive what I witnessed. It was none other than Kabutowari, another one of the Legendary Blades of the Mist. Smirking devilishly, I took out a scroll and showed off my own special blade, none other than Samehada. It was a rather vigerous battle that I had with this ninja, and took me quite a bit effort to defeat him. But in the end, I was victorious, and took his blade. I struggled to lift it though after sealing away Samehada, due to my exaustion and the extreme weight of the weapon, I decided to seal it away also in one of the scrolls that I carried.

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