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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
Alias: Oni (ANBU) Age & DOB: 27, December 3 Gender: Male Sexuality: HETERO Village: Iwagakure
Rank & Position: Tsuchikage Chakra Nature: Katon (Fire) Chakra Manipulations: Doton (Earth), Fūton (Wind), Katon (Fire), Raiton (Ligtning)
OOC Name: Wingman Other Characters: None Rules Password: Taco Tuesday…
Appearance
At six feet tall and two hundred fifteen pounds, Shuu isn’t quite brick shithouse status, but is definitely a little intimidating. Years of pushing his physical limits has hardened his body, adding muscle tone that few other people have achieved. Countless hours in the baking sun has roughened his skin but surprisingly only colored it slightly, no leather here, and has surprisingly few scars across his torso considering his line of work. The vast majority of any to be found are littered across his arms and hands, most are small and pale, but a few are noticeable, especially the identical scars across the back of his forearms where he ‘attempted’ to stop a katana with his bones…
Most days, Shuu keeps his long brown hair pulled into a messy knot to keep it from tickling his bare waist where it reaches unbound. Occasionally, he wears a red-skull bandana to keep the loose bangs from falling in his face and obscuring his vision; however, mostly it just makes him feel cool. For special occasions, Shuu braids his hair into longs strands and cords them together with silk ribbon, a tradition he learned from his mentor. And like his old man, he prefers to keep his face cleanly shaven, often times dragging a dagger across his cheeks to check for stubble.
When not attired for ANBU purposes, Shuu likes to dress for efficiency and comfort (if possible). A long sleeved black body suit made from lightweight materials covers him from neck to ankles, sometimes being the only thing he wears while training alone. Over the suit, a durable pair of baggy dark green (his favorite color) shorts, matching belt complete with pouches, and a homemade vest complete the look. The vest has numerous hidden pockets that Shuu keeps any number of things in and has quick access to. However, the vast majority of his equipment is held in the pouches on his belt. On his feet are usually a pair of mid-calf boots made from dessert-lizard leather, and while being pretty tight on his feet, are extremely comfortable and can hold a few tools if needed.
If Shuu could wear the outfit all the time (or something similar) he’d be perfectly content, but sometimes duty calls and the everyday wardrobe just doesn’t cut it for hunting down dangerous criminals. In his ANBU equipment, he keeps his body suit but that is pretty much it. Instead of shorts, long fitted pants dyed black cover his bottom half. Numerous pockets line the legs and hold his tools of the trade instead of a belt. His vest is traded off for a black copy and loaded with wire, small knives, and tags. Carbon steel vambraces, blackened with soot and lined with black leather, adorn his forearms and protect the back of his gloved hands as well. All of this is hidden below and black cloak that he wears over everything and pulls the hood up. Finishing the look is his ANBU mask itself: a red and white Oni mask that covers all but his blood red sharingan (when activated). Otherwise, it's his dark brown eyes that peer out.
Personality
Growing up on the outskirts of the village, Shuu was always the quiet, attentive one as a child and only started opening up in his teens. At the urging of his father, Shuu had to socialize and work on his interactions with his peers. He never understood his father’s reasoning for the insistence but went along with it just like he always did. Weeks in and out he spent imitating others and learning not to be a wallflower; slowly creating a new image for himself. One that’s laid back, fun-loving, and all smiles. Something he quickly learned to love were the pranks he was often the brunt of. He never took them personally and tried to learn from them, growing to become quite the prankster himself over the years. Sometimes he’ll take time out of his day to visit the young kids and show them all some new prank to try in class, quite to the dismay of their instructors. But it’s all in good fun. Some days, Shuu can be found reading in the shade of some trees, sometimes gathering an audience of kids to listen to his story. In fact, one of the only things he seems to take seriously is his training, often times pushing himself too far and trying to make light of it as he limps it off.
A side effect of such a drastic change has led Shuu to be very self-critical, always finding small things to improve on and can sometimes get distracted by the little quirks that most people wouldn’t notice. Criticism from others just rolls off his shoulders, not bothering him in the slightest, but his own can cause him to obsess over something for days.
All this fun-loving, happy-go-lucky attitude is just a mask however. A mask he wears to better conceal his Uchiha heritage and ongoing involvement in ANBU affairs. Shuu would much rather be the laid back person he projects, but that kind of personality doesn’t lend to a very successful career as an assassin and is better suited for his Tsuchikage duties. So when he puts on his mask he’s back to his quiet, watchful nature that he tries so hard to conceal, only then allowing his Sharingan to activate. Adding to this his brutal efficiency at clearing his missions and taking out high ranking targets earned him his nickname: Oni.
Overall, Shuu manages this concealment fairly successfully. He has some minor slips here and there when he might become strangely silent in the middle of a group instead of joining in on the conversation, or might crack a joke during a mission before realizing his mistake and correcting it quickly. And so far, only the highest ranking members of the village and his closest advisers know of his lineage.
History
Painful Beginnings: Shuu’s parents weren’t expecting the little bundle of joy that decided to grace their home. In fact, his father was downright pissed. He couldn’t raise a child while working for the ANBU and keep their Uchiha ties under wraps. He had spent his entire life trying to build something akin to normal for the love of his life so that she could escape the brutality of what was left of the Uchiha. He had built a new home, a new reputation, and a new life where no one knew that the Uchiha blood ran strong in the two of them. Everything was going so well.
So when his wife passed away in child labor, something in him broke. He resigned that very night and was seen walking out of the village with nothing but a small bundled baby. So the first three years of his life, Shuu was exposed to nature and the elements, never hearing a single word from his father. Of course, he was still too young to understand that his father was a broken man and that no child his age was forced to endure such a minimalist upbringing. They lived in a small, handmade hut on the outskirts of the village, far enough to be left alone but close enough in case of emergency. Living off the land was easy for his father, and he provided for them both, although he kept distant from his son if possible. Day in and out was a learning experience for the toddler when left to his own devices outside the hut. His father saw the intelligence behind his curious eyes and decided to keep a careful eye on his son, from a distance of course.
Perhaps it was watching his son chase the bugs and lizards, clumsily across rocks, but soon his father’s heart started to thaw a little. He was still broken inside, but some part of him latched onto his son, saw the potential and decided if he couldn’t have his life back, his son would do what he never could. So that’s how Shuu’s training started. It started of fairly simple, he was still a child after all, but as he grew older his father quickly increased the difficulty and danger. Some days were spent just running, others lifting rocks and carrying them blindfolded from one side of the valley to the other. Occasionally, his father would talk to him about chakra and jutsu, teaching him how to do basic manipulation. Never did he allow his son to experiment with using his chakra, always claiming he would have his chance when he got enrolled at the academy. To Shuu it was a challenge.
Avoiding his father’s ever watchful gaze was never easy, and sneaking off in the middle of the night often times ended with more bruises from the beating than a week’s worth of training. But soon he was more successful than not at slipping away and practicing some simple chakra techniques. Eventually, they went over some basics of hunting and reading the land; instantly Shuu was hooked. He loved the land. Loved the way all life left small little traces on the environment and if you were good enough you could read it just like letters and numbers. Soon, they spent more time out in the wilderness than at home near the village, combing the land and training at every stop, learning about math and literature on the walks between. For years they lived this way, moving to new lands, staying a while to train, then up and leaving for a new place to stay for a while.
Then one day, a few weeks shy of his birthday, he awoke his first Tomoe. He had been exploring a little further than a few miles from their lean-to when he stumbled on a light brown bear cub. Even Shuu knew better than to approach the young creature out of fear its mother would be nearby. But after a few hours of observing the curious creature, there was still no sign of its mother. Taking a chance, Shuu descended the tree he had been watching from and tried to get the cubs attention without getting too close. Immediately, he knew something was wrong. Perhaps it was the stillness of the forest he hadn't noticed until now. Perhaps, the way the cub hadn't ventured more than a few yards from its original spot. Or maybe it was the deep, thunderous rumbling coming from the bushes just across the clearing. Shuu saw the shadow of the grizzly stretch out for what seemed like miles before he trailed his eyes up to see its furious gaze staring straight at him. Adrenaline started pumping into his system, but even with the seemingly slowed down time that comes with heightened reflexes, he knew he'd never out run the bear. Nor make it back up the tree...
So he did the only last option there was for him and his fingers started flying into a flurry of ill-formed hand signs. He chanted under his breath hoping this would be the time he could finally get the stupid fireball technique to work. But the bear wasn't going to wait around and let him find out and with a deafening roar, it tore through the brush and charged Shuu. His hands fumbled a little more at the sight of twelve hundred pounds bearing (pun hehe) down on him. He didn't give up trying though and just as the bear made for a swipe at him, the unbelievable happened... nothing. (Gotcha)
Shuu felt his shirt tear and the fiery lances of pain rip across his chest as his body was thrown several yards away, rolling to a stop at the base of tree. He blinked the stars out of his eyes only to find the bear once again running him down. Forcing himself to get up was the most excruciating thing he had ever felt and was pretty sure he just made the rends on his small chest open a little further. But he'd have to worry about that later. If he didn't die. He pulled out his small hunting knife and got into the best stance his condition would allow him. The blood soaked shirt still clung at his wounds and caused and angry burn that was hard to ignore. But Shuu pushed past the pain for a second and saw that the bear was running slower now. She was still a furious ball of muscled fur, but she seemed to lose some momentum for some reason. If that was the case he might actually have a shot...
Squaring his toes and bending his back knee just slightly he was in passable stance when the bear came into range, still traveling at its slowed speed. Pushing the puzzle out of his mind, he ducked under the bears attempted swipe (again, moving slower than the first time) and came up inside the range of its claws. He knew being that close to her was suicide but he had to show the bear that it would be smarter to run off then stay and fight. So with precision of any other young boy, he pumped the dagger in and out of the enraged animal all the way down its side until spinning off and out of range. He didn't wait to see if the bear had even noticed, instead he ran straight into the bushes with the grace of a bull in an attempt to keep the gashes along his torso covered from the foliage. After what seemed like hours, he finally made it back to camp and was immediately set upon by his father. He almost seemed to ignore the ugly lines down his son's front, choosing to focus on his left eye. His son was cursed too.
It took awhile for Shuu to recover from the cuts on his chest and while laying in bed got his father to explain what his eyes meant, only to have his father turn to him with his usually brown eyes glowing red. A pinwheel set in his eyes instead of a single iris. It was time his son knew the truth.
By the time Shuu was healthy enough to move, he had learned his parent's story and was taught the need to keep his eyes hidden from everyone. His father didn't know when an enemy from among the Uchiha might be walking around. A few weeks lather they returned to Iwa. It had been a couple years since he had seen the great walls of the village and was surprisingly eager to return to his hut. However, his father had other ideas.
They walked past the trees he used to climb, past the small rocks he’d try jumping across, even past the small creek they’d bathe in until all that stood before them was the massive gates marking the village’s entrance. Until now, he’d never stepped a foot inside the gates, always watching jealously from the rocks a few miles out. But now he stood at their base, looking straight up in awe. Why were they here? Not that he was complaining, but his father was surprisingly quiet. They walked up to what Shuu assumed was the academy (learned from stories his father told him) and had to wait outside while his father met with a man about the same age.
They talked to themselves for a few minutes, glancing in Shuu’s direction occasionally and making small gestures to each other. All of a sudden his father raised his voice and yelled. “You owe me!” Silence followed for a few seconds afterwards, stretching uncomfortably between the two men. Shuu could feel the tension from where he was still sitting on the fence. With seemingly a good bit of reluctance the other man let out an explosive sigh and agreed, shaking the proffered hand and actually grabbed Shuu’s father in a rather intense hug. After a few more words, Shuu watched anxiously as his father made his way back over, a hard look in his eyes. “Look son,” he started. “I know you won’t understand this for a long time but I need you to listen to me and keep your questions for later.” He took Shuu’s shoulders in hand and lowered himself to be eye to eye with his son. “That man over there is Tsuno, I knew him growing up and he’s a very nice guy.” At this he looked over his shoulder again before turning back to Shuu. “I need you to listen to everything he says, you’re going to be staying with him for some time. I need to take care of some things.” Shuu didn’t know what was going on, he was deeply confused but had a sinking feeling in his gut. “Listen to me carefully son, you need to open up and connect with others your age. They’ll help you more than you’ll know. Just remember to keep your secret to yourself. You have to learn to hide from others, you’ll understand one day. But for now I need you to know that I love you very much and one day, when you figure out what is going on I hope you forgive me. I love you son.” He grabbed Shuu and drew him into a tight hug, the first sign of real fatherly affection that he could remember. And then, just like that, he was gone in a swirl of dust and wind.
The next few weeks, up until his birthday, were a painful blur. Tsuno tried to coax him out of his self-imposed shell but only got the bare minimal responses. He returned to doing the training routines that his father taught him in a feeble attempt to convince him his father wasn’t truly gone. But by the time his birthday rolled around, it was apparent Shuu was now alone. During this hard time the only solace he had was from stories Tsuno shared with him about his father in his earlier life. He learned more about his father in those few weeks than he had all his life living with him. Whether or not Tsuno meant to, the stories painted his father as a hero and all around great man. Not the recluse Shuu knew him as. It was these stories that really broke him free of his depression. He vowed to himself, and to Tsuno, that he would become a man that surpasses his father so that when he finally returns he’d be proud. That was the only time he ever saw Tsuno shed a tear; he knew that day would never come.
One morning not long after his birthday Tsuno dragged him to the same building, the academy, and explained that while most twelve year olds have spent the last few years in school learning from a teacher, Shuu was an awkward exception and would be allowed to continue on to genin if he could pass the exam all students were required to pass. He did.
A New Life:
Shuu’s new squad became his family. Tsuno was the leader and introduced him to his two teammates, Kai and Kira. Twins. Most days were filled with training and the occasional low rank mission (finding lost trinkets, helping around the village, etc) but sometimes Tsuno would take them outside the walls and teach them more complex strategies and jutsu theory. At home, Tsuno took on the role of father figure and while he was leagues more sociable than Shuu’s real father, he was also a lot harsher. Never unfair but always strict. Even after hours of missions and training, he’d pull Shuu aside and have him work on other things, such as his social skills, thievery, and stalking. Things most kids his age had no use for.
It was during one of these late night sessions that Tsuno came to him and told him he knew the secret that Shuu had been hiding and that his father entrusted him with developing it. Shuu was instantly curious and pushed to be taught more, anything that connected him to his father, but Tsuno was ever vigilant that it was extremely dangerous and until he had a better grasp of the situation (something he was nowhere near at the time), Shuu was only taught concepts and basics. This drove him to spend increasingly more time outside of the team working on his dojutsu and elemental control. Kai and Kira would almost always join him, and soon they were turning their workouts into games. Like rock, paper, scissors, they’d each attack one another with a technique and the defender would have to create increasingly more useful defenses. Apparently, Tsuno had deemed it appropriate for him to divulge the information to the twins. They were squadmates after all.
A year and a half later, after a particularly dangerous escort mission in which a group of bandits attacked them (gaining Shuu’s scars on his forearms), Tsuno informed them that they were to take the Chūnin exam in a month’s time. By then he had two Tomoe in each eye and felt was ready, but was warned that the exam was held in Kumo that year and while most of the other examinees were push overs, a few stood out causing the trio no shortage of trouble in the group phase. The individual phase was a game of tag… sort of. Each person was to start in a separate location in the village and was told the last eight left standing (no serious injury allowed) would move on to the final stage of testing. For Shuu, the game was a cinch, he had been training for this for most of his life. Not surprisingly, both Kira and Kai passed as well, finding each other early on and plowing through the competition as a team. Shuu purposefully avoided them, he wasn’t sure he could take them together. Finally, the last eight were the only ones standing and were waiting for their next instructions.
“Relocate to the coliseum!” A voice shouted seemingly from the sky. “No combat permitted until everyone is inside. Good luck.” Upon first glance, Shuu wasn’t quite sure ‘coliseum’ could be used to describe the monstrous building in front of him. These Kumo-nin really liked their combat… His first opponent was byakugan user and although he finished the fight unscathed, he was extremely tired from throwing enough jutsu at his opponent to overwhelm him, which looking back probably wasn’t the best strategy, he just couldn't afford to get in too close and be disabled. Kira stood before him now. Her long red hair and impish smile seemed to taunt him as she purposefully rocked back and forth on her heels, the exaggerated look of innocence. That fight wasn’t pleasant. He, Kai, and Kira had all agreed that none of them would hold back when fighting each other and so far they had kept their promises. Kira’s earthen armor proved to be much too hard to pierce by normal means and she had one hell of a killer right hook. Shuu’s jaw still hung limply, fire racing across his face. Yep, definitely broken. He was running out of energy and Kira knew almost all of his tricks, he had to finish it soon. Watching her circle him slowly, he finally saw his answer. He dashed up to her and spun, dragging his chakra infuse foot through the loose gravel and threw up a massive cloud of debris into the air completely shrouding his now rock encased foot. Dropping to his hands mid spin and shifting his hips, he brought his leg around and connected solidly with her gut, sending her flying through the wall and knocking her out cold.
Of course Kai would be waiting for him.
They didn’t bother with niceties. There were no need. Instead, they just charged one another, Kai with spiked-rock fists, Shuu with a few projectiles ready to throw. Even to this day, Shuu can’t remember what happened next. He’s heard that they pretty much knocked each other out in that first charge, but since Kai hit the ground last, he was declared the winner instead of Shuu. He was okay with that, although he hates when Kai brings it up to rub it in… the brat. If only he had used his eyes...
All three were promoted to Chūnin upon returning to Iwagakure. Tsuno threw a small party where Shuu ate so much barbecue pork that he puked much to the humor of his friends. But eventually the party was over and their rest period was up, so back to work they went and if Shuu thought Tsuno was harsh when he was a genin, he was a monster now. He explained the ridiculous training as something all Chūnin went through, but even Kira (whom is gullible to a fault) knew that was a load of crap. And yet, after a few months acclimating, Shuu soon found himself enjoying this new lifestyle. Tsuno taught them combat skills meant to kill quickly and quietly, jutsus increasingly more difficult, and how to read people. It was obvious to them that he was shaping them into something other than just a normal squad. On Kai and Kira’s sixteenth birthday, he finally told them.
Tsuno had been the ANBU captain for almost ten years at that point and started incorporating his squad into their ranks. Normally, he’d never put the three into such a hazardous environment but the promise he made to Shuu’s father required him to put all that aside. He could have left Kai and Kira out of it, but it seemed hardly fair to drag Shuu into such a life without those he has grown to know as his family. So together they became the newest recruits of the shadowy orginazation.
At first they did nothing but learn, train, and take meticulous missions such as deliver messages. Yeah, those messages were top secret but for a teenager, it seems a waste, especially since they were only allowed blank masks. Weeks passed and yet they still were kept in the classroom. Tsuno oversaw most of their training and started teaching Shuu more of the Sharingan and chakra manipulation, allowing him to try combining natures. At first, it was a disaster but practice makes perfect and sure enough, he started getting the hang of it. Years passed this way, and they were allowed more and more responsibility. At the age of eighteen, they made their first kill.
Their target was a rapist whom had escaped from prison about a month prior but only recently reported missing due to a ridiculous clerical error. Tsuno escorted the three of them but only shadowed them, allowing them to take the lead. As always, Shuu took lead and quickly found an old trail. It was obvious the target wasn’t very stealthy. They caught up with him in a few days, only stopping for short rest breaks and attempted to apprehend the man. He made it clear he wasn’t going easily. What the man lacked in stealth, however, he made up in ridiculous strength. Figuring Kira to be the weakest target he charged for her, drawing his massive claymore and aiming to decapitate her in one swing. Both Shuu and Kai dashed to intercept, Kai raising a rock wall between his twin and the rushing blade, Shuu drawing a razor sharp dagger and slicing the tendons in his wrist causing the sword to fly from his hands and pierce to wall a few feet away.
Shuu had tried not to nick anything too vital but from the amount of blood that flowed from the wound, it seemed he missed. However, that was the least of his concerns and left the man bleeding out to check on Kira. She stood rooted where she was, the tip of the sword millimeters from her eye, rock encasing the rest of her body (whatever good that would have done). It took Shuu and her brother a good few minutes to get her to snap out of her shock, and once she did they quickly got their proof and headed back to the village. She was never quite the same after that, seemed to avoid hostilities. Luckily, she had a knack for interrogation and seemed fine in that environment, otherwise they feared Tsuno might have been forced to replace her.
At the age of 19, Shuu was promoted to Jōnin. No longer bound to a squad never stopped him from taking part in missions Kai or Kira were on and earned him respect for helping out on those in addition to his own missions. He thrived in his work, and although he didn’t enjoy the killing, he knew he was good at it and could rationalize that if he were to dirty his hands a little more, no one else would have to carry that burden. Hiding behind his ANBU mask allowed him full use of his eyes and was quickly maturing them. Soon enough, other members of ANBU started calling him Oni, a double meaning referring to his brotherly compassion towards his comrades and the brutal efficiency that scared the hardened criminals he chased. He adopted the Oni mask not long after.
By this time, Tsuno had been growing in age. Where a fully black beard covered his face, grey now prevailed. Upon that realization, Tsuno could finally see what Shuu really was to him. Not a student or pupil, but a son. So it came as no surprise when, upon resigning, he put Shuu’s name in as a recommendation to replace him. At twenty three, he became ANBU Captain.
He spent a few years under that charge but it was obvious to him and his superiors that he was growing out of his position and would be better suited elsewhere. A few months later that very opportunity arose, the current Tsuchikage needed replaced. Delicately. Having him do the deed was fitting as the very next week he was offered the position. Eh, why not?
Ever since the promotion, Shuu has had a lot more time on his hands. No longer allowed to spend all his time on missions easily delegated to others as left him seeking out the truth behind the Uchiha, the dark ones plotting in the shadows, and the perfect skirt to flip...
COMBAT STATS
Paths of the Shinobi:
Primary: SOUL Secondary: BODY Weakest: MIND
Equipment:
10x Kunai (Right hip pouch)
10x Shuriken (Left hip puch)
10x Steel Needles (Underside of forearms, concealed)
10ft Blank scrollx2 (Back pouch)
6x Smoke bombs (Right thigh pocket)
Ink and quill set (Back pouch)
3x Soldier pills (Left thigh pocket, red container)
3x Chakra pills (Left thigh pocket, blue container)
Carbon Steel vambraces (Forearms)
25ft Microweave razorwire (Left vest pocket, concealed)
50ft Microweave wire (Right vest pocket, concealed)
2x Razor-sharp daggers (Vest, left ribs, hilts visible)
2x Combat daggers (Vest, right ribs, hilts visible)
2x Roll of exploding tags (10 each roll, belt pouch)
Assorted vials containing small doses of both poisons and their antidotes (random locations on person)
Special Abilities:
i. Vast Chakra Reserves: By training at such a long age to manipulate chakra, Shuu has developed a substantially larger chakra pool than his average counterpart. Or maybe its genetics... Who knows...
ii. Hunter Nin: Originally belonging to the Hunter-Nin squad, Shuu has developed a unique skillset ideal for tracking, hunting, and neutralizing threats as quickly and efficiently as possible. Being able to live off the land while tracking a target and not giving yourself away was something he had to learn how to do quickly and has since mastered the wilderness. Moving quickly and quietly was something already taught to the Iwa-nin but the ANBU took it to an extreme. If regular ninja walk like ghosts, then the ANBU are what sneak up on them and scare them white.
But getting to the target without detection would be worthless if they couldn’t win the fight. Every little advantage could make the difference between life and death, success and failure, so in order to give their Hunters the best chance, ANBU Hunters are trained to maximize combat proficiency. Everything they carry can be used as a weapon, no technique is wasted, nothing fancy. Just do whatever they can to quickly kill or neutralize the target.
iii. Intellectually Gifted: Growing up, Shuu was always a quick student. His inquisitive nature, while often ending him in trouble, was always encouraged. Even to this day he’s always trying to figure out how things work, how to improve upon them, and to best utilize his techniques. This nature helps Shuu quickly solve problems in both combat and in everyday life. Being so highly critical of himself has led Shuu to improve upon his jutsu to the point of obsession and while he’s no master at chakra control, he could be considered expert.
iv. Physical Prowess: Growing up such as he did, it’s no wonder his body is a great specimen of strength. While neither the strongest or most fleet of foot, constant conditioning of his body keeps him a very close second. He unconsciously hints at this as he moves with liquid grace, like unrestrained power just waiting to get loose. This helps him out immensely on his hunter missions where stealth and speed is key; having better control over one’s body (one that’s endurance is immense) allows for this without having to boost yourself with chakra.
v. Sharingan: Having awakened his first tomoe at a young age and being as driven as he had been, both Shuu's eyes now have all three tomoes, which remain hidden and dormant to avoid his secret becoming known. Left Eye Primary: Prediction (Lv. 3) Secondary: Copy Cat (Lv. 3) Tertiary: Genjutsu (Lv. 3)
