Higashi, Kyoushiro

The Musei Ryuu [Silent Dragon] is a style unlike other Samurai styles, the Musei Ryuu is a self developed style still in the development stages and not yet complete. The style relies upon swift movements and creating zero sound. Being a practicum of this style requires the user to become one with the surroundings, knowing the landscape of which the battle is being fought may be a greater advantage than first presumed. A major part of this style is staying hidden from view, utilizes sense disruptors such as blizzards, smoke, mist, and disruptors such as blocking ones smell and creating minimum sound. This style is a combination of Kenjutsu and Taijutsu, however in order to successfully utilize the style one must be adept with using the surroundings such as manipulating the snow.

The Musei Ryuu is a style that often only requires a few strikes, being a stealthy style, which relies upon swift movements and a sharpened blade means the user only needs to strike once or twice due to the style utilizing fatal attacks only. The Musei Ryuu often aims strikes towards the neck, wrists, ankles and the stomach, this is due to these being areas of weakness within the human body, these areas are home to many veins and arteries meaning a strike there will more often than not cause a fatal wound which causes the target to lose extreme amounts of blood and essential die of blood lose. A user of this style must be able to kill without mercy, or hesitation.

Swordsmen’s Spirit- Allows one to continue fighting even after receiving extensive damage, which could incapacitate normal fighters. A strong swordsmen’s spirit can help overcome Genjutsu. Reinforces ones mental state, giving a higher threshold before breaking to torture, reduces mental fatigue. Strong Swordsmen’s Spirits can be seen as an aura around the user, Shiro’s aura appears a silver white when released. Upon release his eyes will glow white.

Name: Hidden Nemesis
Rank: C
Materials: Chakra Conducting Reinforced Steel
Description/Abilities: The Hidden Nemesis is a retractable blade hidden within Shiro’s wrist gauntlet, to active the blade, Shiro will pull a cord attached to his little finger, as he pulls the cord the blade shoots out from the wrist. The blade has no special function.


Name: The Savior Dirk
Rank: C
Materials: Chakra Conducting Reinforced Steel
Description/Abilities: The Savior Dirk is a small dagger like blade, Its handle is curved and fits snug into Shiro’s hand. The blade is of an intricate design, made up of spirals and a jagged edge. This blade is able is drain chakra, and acts as a convertor. When the blade comes into contact with a chakra that isn’t Shiro’s own chakra, the blade begins to absorb the chakra, within the handle of the blade and ancient gem is infused with the handles material, this gem serves as a convertor, changing the absorbed chakra into Shiro’s chakra, meaning whilst taking chakra from another, its also giving chakra back to Shiro with every slash or stab at an enemy chakra source.

Name: The Assassins Robes
Rank: C
Materials: Cloth, Leather and Steel
Description/Abilities: The robes are made up of a cloth underlay, with leather chest plate, black plate, elbow plate and knew plates. Aswell as having steel shoulder plates a steel and leather combo pair of gauntlets and boots. The robes have an intricate, complex design and have many hidden sockets where Shiro stores small blades.

Name: The Wolfbane Rapier
Rank: C
Materials: Chakra Conducting Reinforced Steel
Description/Abilities: This blade is a long thin blade which is sharper than regular blades, its ability to slightly bends enables it to cut through flesh easier. The handle of the blade is very intricate, the top of the handle is a wolf’s head, with the blade coming from its mouth. The rest of the handle is engraved with odd, ancient markings, the handle fits snug into Shiro’s hand. The blade itself is slightly longer than your average katana.

Kyoushiro was born to the Higashi clan, his birth came at a time of exile and revolution. Kyoushiro was the first born son of Mayako, the sister of Nanako. Kyoushiro grew up as the clan were in hiding from the vicious Minimoto. Kyoushiro grew up playing samurai with the other young children, at such a young age they knew not what was going on outside their little encampment. The clan stayed relatively close as only a few members existed, Nanako soon stepped up against Minimoto. Kyoushiro at this time had begun to show potential in the Samurai arts, training with his father despite his father not being a samurai he taught him and mentored him as much as he could. Kyoushiro was 9 when Minimoto was defeated by Nanako, and with their clans migration to the Land of Iron, Kyoushiro could begin his path of a Samurai.

The damned lives of the hunted ninja was a cruel one, the feeling was unknown to those who safely sleep in there cozy villages, the real ninjas are those out there, living on the bare minimum, yet still making the best out of their life. Yaku was one of those ninja, living life on the edge. He had recently heard of two young aspiring criminals, their escapade of Kirigakure had lead them into Kusagakure, Yaku’s home. He felt they would be a suitable aspect to the organization, assuming the rumors were true. The Jounin level ninja, also member of the Anbu Black Ops of Kiri was the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki, he was supposedly with his last remaining Genin pupil, who was an aspiring ninja who only wants to become stronger. Perfect for Tasogare’s needs. The sun was low, the night was approaching and Yaku was drifting around within the midst of the shadows. He had spotted the pair of shinobi in an open field, the grass was long as usual, and trees dotted the area. The breeze made the long blades of grass sway, a gracious view, especially with two strengthened ninja standing in the middle wanting, and needing power, power in which Yaku can offer them. A hill looked over the open field, and upon it was a blacked out, shadow figure of Yaku’s body, his hair flowing in the gentle air current.

Yaku lifted his arm, notifying the pair of shinobi he was no threat to them. Attacking them was the last thing he wished to happen. He began walking slowly down the hill until the figure was only around ten meters away from the pair, his face was still blacked out, but the low light shimmered from his golden customs. The shiny belt buckles and armor plates can be seen as the light shimmered and reflected from them. Yaku had approached the hopefully newest members of Tasogare. But what would their reaction be?