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Post by [ dee. ] on Sept 30, 2007 15:17:47 GMT -5
NOTE- Rinoa is NOT a sensei. She is just a ninja from Suna. Go her. =]
General Info
Name: Hikari Rinoa
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Village: Sunagakure
Rank: Jounin; tracker ninja. Used as a messenger ninja in times of need due to extreme speed.
Appearance: Her hair is cut just above her shoulders in a choppy fashion and is light blonde due to the sun, though she is nor tan or pale. Somewhere in the middle of the two. He inquisitive eyes are hazel, another gift of her mother. She has lean, toned muscles due to her taijutsu training, as well as being a ninja. {ORLY?} She has all the usual curves of a teenage girl, yippee.
Rinoa’s attire consists of a dark gray kimono-type shirt. It is sleeveless, looking like a formal tank top really. A burgundy bow is tied around her waist, the actual bow being located at the back of her back waist. Light gray clouds are located at the bottom of the kimono resting mid-thigh. A Pair of light gray shorts hang loosely from her waist, coming to an end near her knees. Her right leg and left arm are covered with bandages, as well as her left arm extending from her hand to her elbow. A pair of dark blue sandals cover her feet; a standard ninja item. Her kunai pouch rest on her left thigh, showing she is left handed by nature. The hitae-ate depicting her village of Suna upon it’s silver metal hangs from red cloth around her neck.
Personality: Rinoa happens to be a rather cheerful person, for lack of a better word. Her outlook on the world is care-free, as if everything is absolutely perfect. Of course she knows the flaws, but she tends to over-look them; fearful of what flaws may do to the world around her. Despites this happy façade, the girl maintains a serious demeanor when faced with danger.
Her mind tries to block out all things unrelated to the future; she’s never one to be fond of history. She believes “What’s done is done. There’s no changing it.” This outlook on life has given her a keen sense of the changes and duties she has yet to succumb too. Always looking ahead into a brighter light. It’s always forward for her; never looking back on what she’s done.
Though Rinoa is social, she has never been one to set her sights on one person. She believes that a ninja’s life is much too busy and uncertain for love and strays away from it. Perhaps someone will catch her eye one day…
History: {Told by Hikari Rinoa herself.}
“I don’t remember much from when I was small. Of course, I know the date I was born; the evening of September second. I was a month pre-mature, actually, and if it wasn’t for my father being a medical ninja… neither I nor my mother would have survived.
My parents were average people living in Sunagakure. Hikari Hiromu, my father, was a ninja from Konohagakure originally, though his love for my mother brought him to Suna. Jirashi Sumi was my mother, an average villager in Suna. My family wasn’t exactly wealthy; we hardly got by, really. But my father worked hard, as did my mother with her glass working so we could have food and a home.
At the age of eight I entered the ninja academy; I’d always wanted to grow up to be a medical-ninja just like my father. I’d never really learned about nin, gen or taijutsu and thus I was surprised of what real ninja really could do. My father, the one I respected so greatly, was so weak compared to what I had heard these accomplished ninja could do.
During my years in the academy I made quite a few friends; a normal thing for children at that age to partake in. After our lessons we played games in the open space very close to the academy mainly used for training. There was a swing there which always seemed to be occupied by a red-head boy. The other children had told me he was a monster, this I could never truly understand. Perhaps he was merely lonely? We never let him play games with us seeing as my friend’s parents had told their children to stay away from the red-head. So we would play tag, or ninja, or ball, always leaving one child our age behind.
A girl my age finally told me who the boy was. Her brother, Gaara. I didn’t get any information other than that out of it. I knew the girl was the daughter of Kazekage-sama, so I didn’t pester her any farther.
One day after our lessons, we were all out playing ball in our usual spot. One of my friends kicked the ball a bit too hard; I thought he was being a show-off, and the ball landed in a nearby tree. None of us had learned enough chakra control to climb up and retrieve it easily so we merely stared at it for a few seconds. I volunteered to climb up and get it, but it seemed someone else already had. The red-head boy, Gaara, was holding the ball in his hands, a rather un-nerved smile on his face. The other children were taken aback by this and when the boy went to hand the ball to us I heard one of my friends scream out something very rude. “Bakemono!” My friend shouted, pointing a single finger towards the red-head. Gaara’s smile left his face; it almost seemed like he was going to cry. Then something happened; sand shot up from around him and crept through the air towards us. I heard Gaara cry “No! Don’t!” to something as my friends turned and bolted away. As the sand came rushing towards me, I too, ran off after my friends. I saw the sand nip at my heels once, and then I heard a scream. A girl had been tripped by the sand and it was now attacking her. I was too scared to stop so I kept running. I ended up slamming rather hard into the Kazekage himself.
I looked up at him, a frown plastered on his face. He looked down at me and forced a smile before touching me on the shoulder and bolting off towards the place I had come. I heard Gaara shout for the sand to stop again; off in the distance the girl was still screaming.
I awoke the next morning to whispers and rumors of the girl that had been attacked by Gaara’s sand. When a child told me “Gaara is a monster. Nii-san says that Kazekage-sama is planning on ‘disposing’ of him for the Village’s safety.” I glared at him for a moment before punching him as hard as I could on the right side of his face. The boy fell to the ground, his nose bleeding, pointing up at me, crying…
My sensei rushed over; giving me an ominous glare before telling the boy he would be fine and sending him to the nurse. He was still glaring at me when he grabbed both of my shoulders and began shouting at me. I knew my class was staring, I could feel their eyes on me. I tried not to listen to my sensei’s angered voice, but his final words had cut open that barrier. “You must never hurt another person in your village!” My eyes drifted towards him, he was bent down at my level, his hands still clamped on my shoulders. “If I shouldn’t hurt anyone in the village, why is Kazekage-sama going to kill Gaara?” I was sent to another room immediately. Sensei said needed a ‘talk’. As I left the room, I heard a child whisper “She’s just like him… a monster…”
I didn’t understand why my peers had called me a monster. I simply punched the boy, I didn’t kill him. He might’ve had a broken nose at worst… how was I a monster? I walked down the hall towards room seventeen where my sensei had told me to wait. I entered to room quietly, scanning the area. No one was there. I took a seat in the second row of seats, right side, third chair in. It was where I sat in class and was my first choice in seating. A few minutes passed before the door opened again, revealing something un-expected. Kazekage-sama himself.
He told me that I would no longer be learning with my class, that I would be trained under a sensei that I didn’t even know existed. He told me that I wouldn’t speak of Gaara again, that I would forget what happened that day. Another ninja entered, I presumed he was my new sensei. My mind whirled; I couldn’t seem to understand why I was being punished like this for simply punching another student. Hadn’t things like that happen before?
Kazekage-sama took a breath, walking towards me. The other ninja still stood in the doorway and when I looked at him, he dropped his eyes to the floor. Kazekage-sama was standing a few feet away from me now, the same strained smile I had seen on his face when I bumped into him as before. “Hikari Rinoa, your father has died.” He stated simply. I looked at him, utterly confused. I was in denial, just like most people were when they heard a person close to them had died. “No.” I said, my voice cracked as I held back the realization the Kazekage-sama wouldn’t lie to me. “He isn’t Kazekage-sama. I saw him this morning when I left for school. He said he was going on a mission in Konoha…” I trailed off. My father once told me that he could be killed at any time on missions. But could that really happen? I don’t think I could ever believe that until it happened. And it did. And oh, how it pained me to think of my father dieing. Another ninja delivering a fatal blow… my father’s final breath…
I tried to choke back my tears, remembering that ninja should not show their emotions. But how could I? A child of only eleven being told their father, the person the looked up to in every aspect, had died? And so they came, a violent sob followed by sudden flashes of anger, hatred, sadness… “I’m very sorry.” Kazekage-sama said simply, walking from the room. The other ninja looked towards me, telling me that I was to be ready for training at five a.m. the next morning. He too left me crying there. It seemed everyone had left me… was this how that boy felt? I wondered.
I hurried home, wanting nothing more than to feel my mother’s embrace. Entering the small apartment where we lived I looked around, scanning the room for my mother. I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I felt no other presence in the room. “Mother?” I questioned to the empty space where my mother always awaited me after school. I removed my shoes, placing them along with my bag by the door and slide it shut. There was no answer. I looked around the room again, silently searching the area. My eyes fell upon a small piece of paper stuck in a picture of my family. I knew then, something was drastically wrong…
My trembling hands reached the paper; my eyes read its scribbled words.
“My dearest Rinoa.
The death of your father was too much to bear, and so I leave you this note.
I’m sure you’ve just gotten out of school and are wondering where I am.
I have decided to leave this village.
I’m not sure if I will survive, I’m not sure of anything anymore.
Live your life to the fullest Rinoa; that’s what you deserve.
The apartment is yours. The rest of our money is in your possession as well. Look behind the picture where the note was and there will be an envelope containing all of it.
Grow up well.
I love you more than anything.
Become an honorable ninja, just like your father was.
--Yirashi Sumi”
I read it over too many times to count before crumpling it up and throwing it across the room. Why was this happening? What had I done to deserve this? My hands reached for the picture and peeled it away. An envelop was there, just like my mother said. I opened it; a small amount of money was there. I fell to the ground, dropping the envelope unceremoniously to the floor. I couldn’t cry, I realized very quickly. Like all my tears had already fallen. I looked at the envelope and note my mother had written. The picture was still crunched in my hand. I smoothed out the picture and note, carefully placing it in the envelope and putting all three items in my back pocket.
I trained obsessively over the years, strengthening myself in gen and taijutsu the most. My sensei graduated me from the academy a year before my friends, whom I didn’t play games with anymore. Soon after receiving my hitai-ate I began to discover the reason why my peers had called me a monster. I was able to control air. Of course, I had first experienced this when I had jumped from a building to reach another, slipped and fell. I stopped falling a few inches from the ground and was lowered by a force unknown to me to the ground. I had sub-consciously discovered my mother’s kekki-genkai: Ishi no Sora. (Will of the Sky)
My mother had been skipped it seemed, for she never told me of this kekki-genkai. I had to ask an old man next door that new my mother’s parents about it to ask if they had a kekki-genkai. My assumptions were true; it most certainly was a blood-line limit. New techniques opened up to me, and soon I was rather versatile in all kinds of jutsu. Though my air seemed uncontrollable now, for I would want to jump at a normal height and it would send me flying. Or I would get angered at someone and lift an object closet to me with my sub-conscious mind, sending it flying towards the person who had aggravated me. I realized what Gaara was going through with his sand and soon sought him out.
He had changed in the two years between the time I had graduated the academy. I was thirteen now, he was ten. It seemed he had gotten so much stronger, so much colder… He no longer tried to be kind; I could sense a certain lust for death in him. He was atop a roof when I finally found him. Sitting there, looking over the village. His choice of attire had changed; he wore all black, a large container was strapped on his back. I could feel the chakra build up around him before he spoke. “What do you want?” He questioned me. I could feel a strange force around him; he wasn’t the shy child I used to know… “Your sand, did you ever get the hang of controlling it?” I questioned him, getting straight to my point. He was quite for a few moments before answering. “Yes.” He stated simply. I nodded, building up a bit of courage and walking towards him.
I could feel the strange force around him shift as I took up a seat beside him, kneeling down and looking over Suna, my home. I smiled and turned to face him. “So how do you do it? I’ve got a problem like your sand…” I sighed. “I have no idea how to control it.” I didn’t feel comfortable revealing my kekki-genkai to him. “The thing inside you is different. It’s not a demon…” I stopped smiling then. I had something inside of me? “It’s another spirit. Shukaku told me about your family.” This guy knew more about myself then I did; and who was Shukaku?
“A spirit?” I questioned, my brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He didn’t tell me. I supposed he was just trying to be difficult. My anger rising, I shot him a spiteful glare. “Look! I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but I came here to ask your help. So are you going to help me or not?” I shouted at him, feeling a bit of air whisk past me. Gaara said nothing, he just sat there, completely oblivious to me. “GAH! You’re such a jerk. Think you can ignore me becau--” felt the sand coil around me, and for the first time in my life I was completely terrified. Gaara had moved to a standing position, his eyes piercing straight into mine. I choked a bit of air out of me as the sand got tighter. “Because what, Hikari Rinoa?” He growled, his voice certainly not his own. The sand suddenly released me and I fell to the ground, gasping for air. Gaara had disappeared.
A month passed before I understood who the Shukaku was. It was a demon, a sand demon. And it resided with Gaara. “That’s why he controls sand.” I told myself. “The Shukaku told him about my family… does this ‘spirit’ have the ability to speak with me as well?” That night I dreamt; something I hadn’t done since I was a child.
The spirit within me due to my kekki-genkai spoke through dreams, I learned. And would reveal itself only when I had discovered the bloodline ability of my family on my own. It told me that, as I progressed through life, it would teach me new jutsu to gain ability in the art of Ishi no Sora. It said that I would practice the jutsu in my dreams and when I awoke, I would be able to use the jutsu. Its first lesson, though, was teaching me how to control air. It taught me that air could not be controlled fully; it could only be willed and bended to my desires. I practiced simple things in that first dream, lifting assorted items, blowing things away from me, using weapons enhanced with my air bending. His last words to me in that dream were “If you are ever in need of help, call upon the spirit of air. We have each taken a member of your family and become their familiar. We are always watching you, and will empower you when you are in great need. Live long, Hikari Rinoa.”
I had only one more dream such as that until current time. It was after I was told by the Kazeakge to watch over the village and its people as a true ninja, not just a student. I took part in the Chuunin exams and passed my first try. This I was truly amazed at. I was promoted to Jounin soon after. It seemed those two years I had experienced between my first encounter with Gaara and my spirit guide had flown by. My skills had become more attuned; I trained heavily in taijutsu for speed and accuracy. A could deliver blows with air with a keen sense of accuracy as well. My speed was near unmatched in my village. Though I knew I could still be beaten, I wasn’t strong enough. Focusing my training in tai and ninjutsu, I trained my best. Though rumors within the village of Suna had begun to rear their ugly heads, and I soon began to slow with my training. I decided to investigate these rumors further. The rumors of Sand and Sound, as well as a force greater than I could comprehend… The Akatsuki.”
Other: SANDPWNDx2
Special Information
Birthday: September 2nd
Bloodtype: AB
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 98lbs.
Battle Information
Weapons:
-Ishi no Sora (Will of the Sky)- A gekki-genkai belonging to the Hikari family. Members of this blood line are able to bend air. It is said that extremely practiced users of this kekki-genkai are able to turn into birds. This is a mere rumor, of course. These people are also able to fly if given a device with some sort of wings.
-Her staff, doesn’t have a name. It is around six feet long and made of a light, wooden material. Using her kekki-genkai, Rinoa may shoot a blast of air through the center of the staff, causing a large half-fan to produce from either sides of the top most area. This staff is used for flying and battle.
-Your average ninja arsenal. Though her kunai are replaced with ben-bon needles.
{CONTINUED IN NEXT POST}
General Info
Name: Hikari Rinoa
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Village: Sunagakure
Rank: Jounin; tracker ninja. Used as a messenger ninja in times of need due to extreme speed.
Appearance: Her hair is cut just above her shoulders in a choppy fashion and is light blonde due to the sun, though she is nor tan or pale. Somewhere in the middle of the two. He inquisitive eyes are hazel, another gift of her mother. She has lean, toned muscles due to her taijutsu training, as well as being a ninja. {ORLY?} She has all the usual curves of a teenage girl, yippee.
Rinoa’s attire consists of a dark gray kimono-type shirt. It is sleeveless, looking like a formal tank top really. A burgundy bow is tied around her waist, the actual bow being located at the back of her back waist. Light gray clouds are located at the bottom of the kimono resting mid-thigh. A Pair of light gray shorts hang loosely from her waist, coming to an end near her knees. Her right leg and left arm are covered with bandages, as well as her left arm extending from her hand to her elbow. A pair of dark blue sandals cover her feet; a standard ninja item. Her kunai pouch rest on her left thigh, showing she is left handed by nature. The hitae-ate depicting her village of Suna upon it’s silver metal hangs from red cloth around her neck.
Personality: Rinoa happens to be a rather cheerful person, for lack of a better word. Her outlook on the world is care-free, as if everything is absolutely perfect. Of course she knows the flaws, but she tends to over-look them; fearful of what flaws may do to the world around her. Despites this happy façade, the girl maintains a serious demeanor when faced with danger.
Her mind tries to block out all things unrelated to the future; she’s never one to be fond of history. She believes “What’s done is done. There’s no changing it.” This outlook on life has given her a keen sense of the changes and duties she has yet to succumb too. Always looking ahead into a brighter light. It’s always forward for her; never looking back on what she’s done.
Though Rinoa is social, she has never been one to set her sights on one person. She believes that a ninja’s life is much too busy and uncertain for love and strays away from it. Perhaps someone will catch her eye one day…
History: {Told by Hikari Rinoa herself.}
“I don’t remember much from when I was small. Of course, I know the date I was born; the evening of September second. I was a month pre-mature, actually, and if it wasn’t for my father being a medical ninja… neither I nor my mother would have survived.
My parents were average people living in Sunagakure. Hikari Hiromu, my father, was a ninja from Konohagakure originally, though his love for my mother brought him to Suna. Jirashi Sumi was my mother, an average villager in Suna. My family wasn’t exactly wealthy; we hardly got by, really. But my father worked hard, as did my mother with her glass working so we could have food and a home.
At the age of eight I entered the ninja academy; I’d always wanted to grow up to be a medical-ninja just like my father. I’d never really learned about nin, gen or taijutsu and thus I was surprised of what real ninja really could do. My father, the one I respected so greatly, was so weak compared to what I had heard these accomplished ninja could do.
During my years in the academy I made quite a few friends; a normal thing for children at that age to partake in. After our lessons we played games in the open space very close to the academy mainly used for training. There was a swing there which always seemed to be occupied by a red-head boy. The other children had told me he was a monster, this I could never truly understand. Perhaps he was merely lonely? We never let him play games with us seeing as my friend’s parents had told their children to stay away from the red-head. So we would play tag, or ninja, or ball, always leaving one child our age behind.
A girl my age finally told me who the boy was. Her brother, Gaara. I didn’t get any information other than that out of it. I knew the girl was the daughter of Kazekage-sama, so I didn’t pester her any farther.
One day after our lessons, we were all out playing ball in our usual spot. One of my friends kicked the ball a bit too hard; I thought he was being a show-off, and the ball landed in a nearby tree. None of us had learned enough chakra control to climb up and retrieve it easily so we merely stared at it for a few seconds. I volunteered to climb up and get it, but it seemed someone else already had. The red-head boy, Gaara, was holding the ball in his hands, a rather un-nerved smile on his face. The other children were taken aback by this and when the boy went to hand the ball to us I heard one of my friends scream out something very rude. “Bakemono!” My friend shouted, pointing a single finger towards the red-head. Gaara’s smile left his face; it almost seemed like he was going to cry. Then something happened; sand shot up from around him and crept through the air towards us. I heard Gaara cry “No! Don’t!” to something as my friends turned and bolted away. As the sand came rushing towards me, I too, ran off after my friends. I saw the sand nip at my heels once, and then I heard a scream. A girl had been tripped by the sand and it was now attacking her. I was too scared to stop so I kept running. I ended up slamming rather hard into the Kazekage himself.
I looked up at him, a frown plastered on his face. He looked down at me and forced a smile before touching me on the shoulder and bolting off towards the place I had come. I heard Gaara shout for the sand to stop again; off in the distance the girl was still screaming.
I awoke the next morning to whispers and rumors of the girl that had been attacked by Gaara’s sand. When a child told me “Gaara is a monster. Nii-san says that Kazekage-sama is planning on ‘disposing’ of him for the Village’s safety.” I glared at him for a moment before punching him as hard as I could on the right side of his face. The boy fell to the ground, his nose bleeding, pointing up at me, crying…
My sensei rushed over; giving me an ominous glare before telling the boy he would be fine and sending him to the nurse. He was still glaring at me when he grabbed both of my shoulders and began shouting at me. I knew my class was staring, I could feel their eyes on me. I tried not to listen to my sensei’s angered voice, but his final words had cut open that barrier. “You must never hurt another person in your village!” My eyes drifted towards him, he was bent down at my level, his hands still clamped on my shoulders. “If I shouldn’t hurt anyone in the village, why is Kazekage-sama going to kill Gaara?” I was sent to another room immediately. Sensei said needed a ‘talk’. As I left the room, I heard a child whisper “She’s just like him… a monster…”
I didn’t understand why my peers had called me a monster. I simply punched the boy, I didn’t kill him. He might’ve had a broken nose at worst… how was I a monster? I walked down the hall towards room seventeen where my sensei had told me to wait. I entered to room quietly, scanning the area. No one was there. I took a seat in the second row of seats, right side, third chair in. It was where I sat in class and was my first choice in seating. A few minutes passed before the door opened again, revealing something un-expected. Kazekage-sama himself.
He told me that I would no longer be learning with my class, that I would be trained under a sensei that I didn’t even know existed. He told me that I wouldn’t speak of Gaara again, that I would forget what happened that day. Another ninja entered, I presumed he was my new sensei. My mind whirled; I couldn’t seem to understand why I was being punished like this for simply punching another student. Hadn’t things like that happen before?
Kazekage-sama took a breath, walking towards me. The other ninja still stood in the doorway and when I looked at him, he dropped his eyes to the floor. Kazekage-sama was standing a few feet away from me now, the same strained smile I had seen on his face when I bumped into him as before. “Hikari Rinoa, your father has died.” He stated simply. I looked at him, utterly confused. I was in denial, just like most people were when they heard a person close to them had died. “No.” I said, my voice cracked as I held back the realization the Kazekage-sama wouldn’t lie to me. “He isn’t Kazekage-sama. I saw him this morning when I left for school. He said he was going on a mission in Konoha…” I trailed off. My father once told me that he could be killed at any time on missions. But could that really happen? I don’t think I could ever believe that until it happened. And it did. And oh, how it pained me to think of my father dieing. Another ninja delivering a fatal blow… my father’s final breath…
I tried to choke back my tears, remembering that ninja should not show their emotions. But how could I? A child of only eleven being told their father, the person the looked up to in every aspect, had died? And so they came, a violent sob followed by sudden flashes of anger, hatred, sadness… “I’m very sorry.” Kazekage-sama said simply, walking from the room. The other ninja looked towards me, telling me that I was to be ready for training at five a.m. the next morning. He too left me crying there. It seemed everyone had left me… was this how that boy felt? I wondered.
I hurried home, wanting nothing more than to feel my mother’s embrace. Entering the small apartment where we lived I looked around, scanning the room for my mother. I saw nothing. I heard nothing. I felt no other presence in the room. “Mother?” I questioned to the empty space where my mother always awaited me after school. I removed my shoes, placing them along with my bag by the door and slide it shut. There was no answer. I looked around the room again, silently searching the area. My eyes fell upon a small piece of paper stuck in a picture of my family. I knew then, something was drastically wrong…
My trembling hands reached the paper; my eyes read its scribbled words.
“My dearest Rinoa.
The death of your father was too much to bear, and so I leave you this note.
I’m sure you’ve just gotten out of school and are wondering where I am.
I have decided to leave this village.
I’m not sure if I will survive, I’m not sure of anything anymore.
Live your life to the fullest Rinoa; that’s what you deserve.
The apartment is yours. The rest of our money is in your possession as well. Look behind the picture where the note was and there will be an envelope containing all of it.
Grow up well.
I love you more than anything.
Become an honorable ninja, just like your father was.
--Yirashi Sumi”
I read it over too many times to count before crumpling it up and throwing it across the room. Why was this happening? What had I done to deserve this? My hands reached for the picture and peeled it away. An envelop was there, just like my mother said. I opened it; a small amount of money was there. I fell to the ground, dropping the envelope unceremoniously to the floor. I couldn’t cry, I realized very quickly. Like all my tears had already fallen. I looked at the envelope and note my mother had written. The picture was still crunched in my hand. I smoothed out the picture and note, carefully placing it in the envelope and putting all three items in my back pocket.
I trained obsessively over the years, strengthening myself in gen and taijutsu the most. My sensei graduated me from the academy a year before my friends, whom I didn’t play games with anymore. Soon after receiving my hitai-ate I began to discover the reason why my peers had called me a monster. I was able to control air. Of course, I had first experienced this when I had jumped from a building to reach another, slipped and fell. I stopped falling a few inches from the ground and was lowered by a force unknown to me to the ground. I had sub-consciously discovered my mother’s kekki-genkai: Ishi no Sora. (Will of the Sky)
My mother had been skipped it seemed, for she never told me of this kekki-genkai. I had to ask an old man next door that new my mother’s parents about it to ask if they had a kekki-genkai. My assumptions were true; it most certainly was a blood-line limit. New techniques opened up to me, and soon I was rather versatile in all kinds of jutsu. Though my air seemed uncontrollable now, for I would want to jump at a normal height and it would send me flying. Or I would get angered at someone and lift an object closet to me with my sub-conscious mind, sending it flying towards the person who had aggravated me. I realized what Gaara was going through with his sand and soon sought him out.
He had changed in the two years between the time I had graduated the academy. I was thirteen now, he was ten. It seemed he had gotten so much stronger, so much colder… He no longer tried to be kind; I could sense a certain lust for death in him. He was atop a roof when I finally found him. Sitting there, looking over the village. His choice of attire had changed; he wore all black, a large container was strapped on his back. I could feel the chakra build up around him before he spoke. “What do you want?” He questioned me. I could feel a strange force around him; he wasn’t the shy child I used to know… “Your sand, did you ever get the hang of controlling it?” I questioned him, getting straight to my point. He was quite for a few moments before answering. “Yes.” He stated simply. I nodded, building up a bit of courage and walking towards him.
I could feel the strange force around him shift as I took up a seat beside him, kneeling down and looking over Suna, my home. I smiled and turned to face him. “So how do you do it? I’ve got a problem like your sand…” I sighed. “I have no idea how to control it.” I didn’t feel comfortable revealing my kekki-genkai to him. “The thing inside you is different. It’s not a demon…” I stopped smiling then. I had something inside of me? “It’s another spirit. Shukaku told me about your family.” This guy knew more about myself then I did; and who was Shukaku?
“A spirit?” I questioned, my brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He didn’t tell me. I supposed he was just trying to be difficult. My anger rising, I shot him a spiteful glare. “Look! I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but I came here to ask your help. So are you going to help me or not?” I shouted at him, feeling a bit of air whisk past me. Gaara said nothing, he just sat there, completely oblivious to me. “GAH! You’re such a jerk. Think you can ignore me becau--” felt the sand coil around me, and for the first time in my life I was completely terrified. Gaara had moved to a standing position, his eyes piercing straight into mine. I choked a bit of air out of me as the sand got tighter. “Because what, Hikari Rinoa?” He growled, his voice certainly not his own. The sand suddenly released me and I fell to the ground, gasping for air. Gaara had disappeared.
A month passed before I understood who the Shukaku was. It was a demon, a sand demon. And it resided with Gaara. “That’s why he controls sand.” I told myself. “The Shukaku told him about my family… does this ‘spirit’ have the ability to speak with me as well?” That night I dreamt; something I hadn’t done since I was a child.
The spirit within me due to my kekki-genkai spoke through dreams, I learned. And would reveal itself only when I had discovered the bloodline ability of my family on my own. It told me that, as I progressed through life, it would teach me new jutsu to gain ability in the art of Ishi no Sora. It said that I would practice the jutsu in my dreams and when I awoke, I would be able to use the jutsu. Its first lesson, though, was teaching me how to control air. It taught me that air could not be controlled fully; it could only be willed and bended to my desires. I practiced simple things in that first dream, lifting assorted items, blowing things away from me, using weapons enhanced with my air bending. His last words to me in that dream were “If you are ever in need of help, call upon the spirit of air. We have each taken a member of your family and become their familiar. We are always watching you, and will empower you when you are in great need. Live long, Hikari Rinoa.”
I had only one more dream such as that until current time. It was after I was told by the Kazeakge to watch over the village and its people as a true ninja, not just a student. I took part in the Chuunin exams and passed my first try. This I was truly amazed at. I was promoted to Jounin soon after. It seemed those two years I had experienced between my first encounter with Gaara and my spirit guide had flown by. My skills had become more attuned; I trained heavily in taijutsu for speed and accuracy. A could deliver blows with air with a keen sense of accuracy as well. My speed was near unmatched in my village. Though I knew I could still be beaten, I wasn’t strong enough. Focusing my training in tai and ninjutsu, I trained my best. Though rumors within the village of Suna had begun to rear their ugly heads, and I soon began to slow with my training. I decided to investigate these rumors further. The rumors of Sand and Sound, as well as a force greater than I could comprehend… The Akatsuki.”
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Special Information
Birthday: September 2nd
Bloodtype: AB
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 98lbs.
Battle Information
Weapons:
-Ishi no Sora (Will of the Sky)- A gekki-genkai belonging to the Hikari family. Members of this blood line are able to bend air. It is said that extremely practiced users of this kekki-genkai are able to turn into birds. This is a mere rumor, of course. These people are also able to fly if given a device with some sort of wings.
-Her staff, doesn’t have a name. It is around six feet long and made of a light, wooden material. Using her kekki-genkai, Rinoa may shoot a blast of air through the center of the staff, causing a large half-fan to produce from either sides of the top most area. This staff is used for flying and battle.
-Your average ninja arsenal. Though her kunai are replaced with ben-bon needles.
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