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Level Three Doujutsu: You have a complete mastery over the doujutsu, all levels of jutsus are unlocked and you have the abilities to train and perform them. Chakra control with your dojutsu based is very well controlled

Master Control: You have a complete understanding on chakra, able to perform techniques with little to no fatigue. Your range can reach from S-rank techniques and bellow, the lower the technique the more control you have over it.

The Master Elemental: Your element control has vastly been mastered. Your dominant element and your second element have been completely mastered that you are able to perform S-rank techniques and below for your dominant and A-rank techniques and below for your second. Your Third element (If obtain) you are able to learn techniques that are B-rank and lower

A master tracker/sensor: Your deduction skills are near flawless, being able to see detail to a minute degree. You are able to track those who are also skilled in the tracking field with little to no problem. Your senses are extreme keen, minute as said before and you are able to

A master sensor: Your control over chakra has been complete, you have reach the nirvana and you're skill has been able to determine how exactly far an target is, what type of chakra, how powerful the opponent is, the rate at which they are moving towards yourself. Not only that but you are able to sense other sensors who are hiding (with master sensors, it equals out) and you are able to hide away from other sensors as well.

Too many arms: It seems you have so many arms and legs because you move them so fast and so ridiculous. Doujutsu opponents have a very hard time looking at your arm and leg movements and it just seems you're moving your arms and legs like a blur

3. Master. A true man who can advise daimyos, lead armies, and increase the morale of your comrades when death seems to right around the corner. You had learn from past mistakes and know full and well what to say and what not to say. You are the person they send into the middle of a civil war without fear of you dying, because the war will end in a day then

3. The Prince of Lies : You are calm as you lie through your teeth; in honesty, you are considered tranquil. You hare able to lie through your teeth and able to remain calm through your body like a professional. Only those that could rip into your mind could ever try to find the truth upon the subject but your words are like absolute butter being melted.

Shihouin's history begins at birth. His conception was like any normal child, he was born in the hospital, given to his parents after his vitals were checked and they took the young Uchiha home. From that moment on, Shihouin began a mundane life. Out of the span on his entire childhood, nothing happened out of the ordinary despite the fact that he was an Uchiha. You might think that Uchiha usually have some type of drama going on within their family with the Sharingan and what not. You might come to the realization that his normal life would end rather soon as he grew older, but you'd be wrong. Shihouin parents knew of the history of the Uchiha clan. They knew the strong thirst for power that could grip all Uchiha at their throats, drying them out until they bled their siblings in their attempt to quench that ravaging thirst for power. Shihouin's parents knew this all too well. At marriage they'd decided on having one child and making that child grow up normally. Shihouin grew up like a normal child, played with normal toys and did normal things. They did not force training on him at a young age and even though he was pretty smart, they didn't try to enhance him into a super genius. He would be an average Uchiha for once.

During his years in the Academy as a young child, Shihouin brought home above average grades and received good marks from the ninja in charge. He was a good child and remained in the high percentile for most of his years in the Academy. His parents were proud that he was doing good in school and even though they didn't want him to pursue the path of a ninja, they allowed him to take his own path of life. They were proud that he was growing up well, not consumed by emotional revenge or greed for power. They wanted to separate Shihouin from the path of the Uchiha by all means.

As many good intentions they had, they couldn't attempt to control fate. They wanted Shihouin to grow up without experiencing the power of his Sharingan, without waking the blood of the accursed clan. An Uchiha who could experience a normal life. Fate however, wouldn't allow this. Out of Shihouin's immediate family his father's brother was apart of an underground organization which was attempting to run its drugs through Konoha. In order to do that they needed Takumo, Shihouin's father to set up a place of business as a mask to undergo this operation. Takumo's father kindly rejected, but his brother wouldn't allow this. After being addicted to several types of drugs and missing his shot as a huge boss lord in Konoha, Rukai couldn't handle the frustration.

Shihouin was out on basic genin patrol duty that night and wasn't aware of any problems between any of his family members. When it was time for his shift to end he went back home just like anyone would. He would go home, catch up on some reading and eat, shower and sleep. When he arrived home, he didn't expect his Uncle to be standing over his parents dead bodies. Horrified at the situation, Shihouin couldn't control himself as he raged out against his Uncle, attempting to kill him in a flurry of confusion. He disregarded all the normal ninja protocol, lost his cool and attempted to kill his Uncle. On that day, he woke his [one tomoe] Sharingan. A neighbor from across the street alerted other shinobi who were able to take out his Uncle and arrest him, leaving Shihouin to himself. With his parents money, they were able to get him an apartment so he could live on his own due to lack of family support. Now a genin in the streets of Konoha, Shihouin hopes to become a strong ninja to prevent this happening to anyone else.

Shihouin practiced the hand signs for the jutsu for a few times, memorizing the hand signs by repetition. Shihouin wanted to fight for a bit longer and try using the techniques more. He'd already had the Ryuuka down and now he had about two more needed to go. With these technique's under his belt he could be come well versed in fire jutsu as a genin and maybe learn a bit more. Either way, he had already gained the advantage over his team members by simply learning more jutsu than them. He was stronger than he was yesterday.

After Shihouin finished with learning the hand signs of the jutsu, he couldn't wait to use them. He kept a couple of tools in his hands as he grinned again, showing his aggressive personality. Here, he had a chance and maybe the chance of a life time. Chuunin versus Genin. If he could show his strength to this Chuunin, he might be able to get an extra voucher when it came down to the selection of Genin for the Chuunin Exam. Shihouin couldn't past this chance up. "Let's make a deal. You're a Chuunin and you're allowed to go on missions and do missions for the village. I don't have that opportunity to pick missions just yet, but if I Chuunin were to order me to do so I would have to..." Shihouin simplified what he was trying to say. "What I'm trying to say is, if I beat your ass right here, promise you'll vouch for me if the talk of Chuunin Exams ever come up and promise me that you'll squeeze in a few missions for me on the side. Let's keep this between us, my Sensei doesn't need to know. You'll do it for me right? Like a good little....

Bitch

Shihouin was totally asking for an ass whooping at this point.

The world around them seemed to grow more... silent. Her eyes were closed and her body not moving. She still kept her arms crossed as she stood there like a statue yet around her grew the essence of a heavy spiritual force. It wasn't all the spirits, but the one doing this was still rather old and rather violent. Surely Shihouin may begin to feel some pressure now. Of course, she could easily just ignore him and walk off. She could 'be the bigger person' and with a hand, shoo him off. But then the thought came to her, that she could fight and give him more practice. He wished to strong right? Then this only meant that down the road, he would have to fight more. And who knew, maybe something in this fight could save his life later. Why not give the kid a test run once more? He seemed to be a worthy opponent in the beginning.

Bankotsu took over.

A dark smirk crossed her face as she chuckled a bit darkly, obviously not herself to those who knew her. In a heartbeat her eyes were open and flaring red as she grasped kunai from her stash and launched three at Shihoiun. She had noticed the tools in his hands and due to them only being three meters away from one another he would have to deflect and react fast. Sanzen already began to close the gap between them as she formed seals. Two meters away and in less than a few seconds, her palms hit the surface of the earth as the ground around her seemed to turn over. By the time he would have deflected her tools, he would already find himself dealing with another problem. This attack would force Shihouin to move away from her or else loose his balance; she started new signs.

'Bankotsu... don't you dare try to kill him'

'Now now Kairo, I only want to play...', his smirk widened.

Shihouin was outmatched, but he couldn't let that get the best of him. He had to use his brain in this fight, even though he felt like using his muscles. He really didn't want to activate his Sharingan and wanted to conserve his chakra for later use, but that might not be the correct choice for this predicament. His opponent got lower to th ground that he'd expected and dodged his attack and was now going to continue on her own. One thing was obvious though, she had the Doton element and was going to attack him, due to the nature of the attack, it would more than likely catch him by surprise.

Shihouin didn't have any options at this point. There wasn't a lot he could do due to his lack of skill and rank. All of his techniques were meant for offensive and direct combat battles, he could try to target his opponent with the Goukakyuu and try to destroy some of the earth with it, but he doubt that would work. The moment he'd attempted to turn his Sharingan on was the same moment that he'd been caught by a hand reaching up from under the ground. He didn't have as much time as he thought he would, and the chakras to turn on the Sharingan would give him some trouble. Since was caught, he could only pull one tactic. His body poofed into a cloud of smoke and a log hit the ground.

Any attempt to escape began futile as soon as the hand touched him. When the Sanzen clone made contact she exploded into a burst of burning heat. What would make matters worse though was what was beneath the surface as well. Not only did the clone explode but the ground beneath Shihouin exploded as well. Before emerging, Sanzen's clone had released a fog out from her body. In the past the technique was dense but over the years and while placed in others hands; users began to learn how to manipulate it and change the density of the fog based on how much is released. Shihouin's entire world was literally exploding around him. The surface beneath him would probably force him to fall or push him elsewhere but due to the fog rising out from beneath the surface and surrounding him; he was surrounded.

'BANKOTSU'

'Relax, it wasn't enough to kill him, merely knock him unconscious. Besides it will probably help him more than anything.'

'Help him? Did you not say you had no interest in the boy?'

'Did you know... my best friend was an Uchiha'

'I'm surprised you even had friends...'

A few of the other spirits chuckled as Bankotsu simply watched the explosives die off. It was a spontaneous reaction and by the looks of things, he did not make it. But if he had, Sanzen's body would immediately retreat to prepare more.

'Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh....', Sanzen said within her mind.

Bankotsu remained silent as they watched, and waited.

Shihouin's plan had failed. He attempted to fake the kawarimi technique with a henge, hoping that she wouldn't want to use her attack up on a fake log. He didn't expect her to pursue the attack in that matter, but after all she was a Chuunin. Shihouin had the body and the mind to dodge the attack, but he didn't have the skill yet. He was a D Rank genin with no skill and a talent for a loud mouth and a few fire tricks. He didn't have the ability to dodge an attack in that manner and if he was an overall better genin he would have avoided it. At least though, this attack brought him to his senses.

After being blown sky high at by the attack, Shihouin fell unconscious for a few seconds. At this point anyone would think that he was all talk and no game and was a no talent genin. However, Shihouin wasn't scared to die, and in moments like this he could prove that he wasn't. He wasn't afraid to die, no matter how much the pain hurt. His body shook for a few seconds as he slowly pulled his hands under his belly to support his weight.

He was going to get up and he was going to continue fighting. He had jutsu to learn and he couldn't let these burns stop him. He trembled and struggled getting up and had a hard time getting to his feet. Leg by leg, hand by hand, muscle by muscle, he got on his toes and continued to attack. Of course all his tools and even some of his clothes had been scattered by the attack.

"I'm.....I'm not s....sc...scared to die...."

He kept walking towards his opponent.

"I'm......I'm going to b....beat your a......ass"

He got closer even, reaching out his burnt hand towards her sleeve, grasping on her clothing.

"I'm....gonna bec...become the strongest shinobi....ever...Just you...watch."

He balled up his fist and went for a punch, but his burnt muscles didn't allow his fist to get anywhere. He was holding on to consciousness as much as he could, but the pain was pushing him away. He couldn't hang on to this world any longer and his threshold of pain had reached it's peak. His eyes closed and he fell over.

Sunglasses? Hmm? Shihouin's gaze instinctively wandered into Kaosu's sunglasses and his eyes were caught up in the tiny black frames. Little did he know, he had been caught at that moment, but noting so far had changed. "What? Do what?" He was sorely confused and had no idea what was going on. He thought he was going to be learning about genjutsu so he could create his own, what would looking into sunglasses to do help that? As far as Shihouin was concerned, this guy was still nothing and didn't have any real strength about him. Shihouin believed that with just his eyes alone, he would surpass him by miles.

The sun was getting hotter than normal. Shihouin could deal with the sun seeing that he was out in it most of the time in an attempt to get his body costumed to diverse weather. However, this sun was hotter than normal. Not only was it intensely hot, the beaming rays of the sun seemed to pelt his body. It was as if the whole sun were drawing closer and closer to him. His skin began to turn red and the ache of pain crossed his face. It was at that moment, he realized he was trapped.

Fire began to burst all around him, like geysers shooting into the air. The area began to burn in an intense heat and the flames began to lick everywhere on Shihouin's body. He started to burn. For a genin, he could deal with the flames to a certain extent. This was thanks to Sanzen who had burned him before with an A Ranking technique. He suffered second degree burns and still lived to see another day. It was because of that moment that he had become stronger. So Shihouin would not give up. No matter how loudly he began to cry out, no matter how hot the flames grew, he would endure it. It was obvious that this was an extremely high ranking genjutsu, but Shihouin would press on.

He thought he could endure it all, but the flames just got hotter and hotter. He figured that since he'd been tempered to these types of flames in real life that he would be OK in this, but he was severely underestimating the heat. Usually, when pain hits in intense levels, the longer the person endures it the longer the body can react to it. In that case, the Pain receptors stop functioning and the person no longer feels pain. It doesn't mean they can move about, it simply means that the threshold for pain has gotten to a point where it is high enough to not be felt. However this wasn't happening. Every pain receptor in his body flared and continued to work, even though at this point, Shihouin had stopped crying out and was now crying in a puddle of his own tears. He felt like committing suicide.
These flames.... You are an Uchiha boy.'

Shihouin tried to look in the distance to see what was coming. The flames were too high. He tried to move, but his burnt muscles and body were not letting him

'These flames are akin to warm summer sun...'

He could see it. That thing again. That mask it was getting closer yet he could not run. It was as if he were a sinner in hell and Satan was slowly approaching him.

'Yet you are sitting in them, dying. Hmpf. You have so much latent potential and talent sitting with in your body. I am not even discussing your eyes at this point. To my knowledge, you are the first Uchiha to attempt to train without his eyes.'

Mother. Father. His lips began to tremble and his legs suddenly began to move. Despite the burn left on them when he tried to move, he kept moving. Just like last time, he would finish him off like he did mother and father. Shihouin didn't want to die.

'Oooh. You scramble in fear of your life, yet you do not even have the strength to face me. I commend you however for trying to kill that girl. You could've killed her if it weren't for that Jounin. How do you feel about that? Are you able to kill?'

It was practically standing over the top of him now. That pale eerie skin, that mask, those sharp claws and feet. Shihouin mustered a few words from his mouth. "Go... Go away...!"

'Give me your life boy, and I will save you from this hell. Decline and you will surely die.'

"No!" Shihouin stood up on two feet, despite the surge of pain it took to stand up. He opened his real eyes at his opponent, his final eyes and stared him eye to eye in the face. His eyes were complete, at least at this stage and the power he had gained would give him strength.

'Hmpf. You have unlocked something that will bring you pain. For it is those eyes which grant either peace or darkness to the Uchiha. The splendor of peace or the power of the darkness. Which one will you choose?'

After those words the flames began to subside down. From its body, an odd blood red power began to leak on the ground, pushing away the flames that covered his body. The ribbons of energy broke the flames away and everything began to cool down though Shihouin still felt an immense amount of pain. The body before him began to warp and break away, along with the genjutsu that he was stuck in. The cool feeling of wind rushed over his body as the genjutsu finished, leaving Shihouin on the ground in a puddle of his own sweat and tears. Since Ayame and Kaosu were training, they might not notice him.

He struggled to get up, but was silent. Each and every muscle trembled in his body and he failed to maintain a steady balance or strength level. The pain in his body was still coming down, but it was unbelievably high. While Ayame and Kaosu were worried about swords, Shihouin would reach up behind his back. He would attempt to tap his shoulder, but would collapse on his back and fall unconscious. It was over for him today.

The first stage was at its completion. The fireball exploded in a dangerous glow of bright orange, singing everything in his path down to a warped metal or a pile of gray ashes. The explosion busted all of the windows, filling them up with a bright light and breaking them under the tremendous shock wave. He knew mentally that the only way to take her down was before she could change, he would have to hit hard and hit fast if he wanted to get her before she could become more powerful than him. The fact that he had now gone this far was a testament of his own strength and also the lack of his emotions now towards her. However, it didn’t bother Takumo any. Takumo was getting what he wanted, and seeing this was evidence enough. He knew at this point, the boy was ready for anything he wanted to throw at him. Even though he felt like it was good enough for him at this point, he would watch until completion. He had to make sure.

Shihouin walked somberly over to her position, pulling out his ninjato on his back as he gripped it in his right hand. He walked over her body, keeping his Sharingan on as he did so, making sure that she wouldn’t move and was still entirely knocked out. The burns on her body had healed, but the regenerative power she had wasn’t enough to combat everything the explosion had done to her. She had tanked the entire attack in its fullest, and was still alive. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed her tattered shirt by the neck pulling her back up to her knees. Reaching for her throat he grabbed her and held her up and slammed her body into a nearby wall, pinning her up against it. The sword in his right hand was ready; he was going to do it. Takumo came closer, watching him with every move.

The blade of the sword moved up, tipping right in between her chest. He pushed the blade and broke the first later of skin, and continued on slowly pass the muscle. Was he savoring this? Was he savoring the fact that he knew her entire life had been flipped upside down because of him? He was literally only one inch away from receiving a new power, and with every second that new power got closer and closer. Had he been willing this entire time to use her just for what he could get off of her? Takumo was convinced. Without a word, he placed his hands on Shihouin’s shoulder and gave him a content smile and turned around. He continued to push the sword in deeper and even slower now, getting the perfect angle as he dug into her body. The sword pierced through to her back, poking out as her body seemed to slump. He pulled it out slowly as well and let her fall to the ground. Takumo smiled and laughed and just to top it off, Shihouin kicked her in the side of the head, watching it jerk unusually. Takumo placed his hand on his shoulder and gave him a content look and flickered away. His body left no evidence that he was there, only the sinister feel stayed behind. Once he was gone though, Shihouin decided he wasn’t done.

One of the small lion cubs, Shiro came out of the backroom. It pounced its way up between Shihouin’s leg and looked around and eyed the body and then looked back up at Shihouin in confusion. Squatting down to his level, Shihouin grabbed a piece of paper and a small pen out of his back pocket and wrote on it. Even though he was willing to go to the point where she would hate him for the rest of her life if need be, he wasn’t ready to kill her yet. He had been careful with his sword for a reason, purposely missing her heart and bursting her lung instead. She could still die though, but this was now Shiro’s job. He couldn’t stay here anymore, and he would be continually ducking Nasa and attacking her for the rest of his life. He wanted her to stay away from him, and hopefully maybe to hate him. Even if Takumo had found out that she was alive, he wouldn’t have to worry. Putting her in that situation had already proved dangerous; he had almost killed her just to save her. She would have to wait for love some other time, as long as he was here, Shihouin would have no freedom. Shiro bit down on the note and transformed into a regular orange tabby cat. He was making his way to the hospital, while Shihouin was making his way back to his father. They would live very different and separate lives from now on, with hate in between them.

Up on the top of the room, the samurai stood adjacent to each other, facing parallel towards Shihouin's location. They were separated by the cumbersome distance of 6m, which put them just out of a decent CQC strike range. Being C Rank, rushing that distance wasn't suicide, but it definitely didn't put them in a position which would allow them the total advantage of over their opponent. Surely they might have enough strength to take down Shihouin if the blades could reach him on the first try.

One of the guards, he wore a basic get up, some generic outfit with a regular flak jacket and some long sleeves with long pants colored in black, with a white flak jacket looked hesitant. His black hair hung down his back, but more importantly, the blade in his hand was still. The defensive position he was... It was as if he didn't want to attack. "Wait! We don't want any harm. We just need the money, our village has been foreclosed on, and we are out of money. We only want to survive!" The other samurai took a defensive stance that agreed with what his partner had said. "Yes, we only need money to keep our village afloat... We have nothing else..." Remorse filled their eyes and Shihouin stared directly back at them.

Some type of coldness gripped him. It was an indescribably divine feeling, heavenly yet sinister at the same time. What were those words they just uttered? What did they just say? Did it matter? No. Did it matter that he was protecting the innocent? No. What was their purpose here? Their life. Like the cool wind, it was fickle and faded away like a a crushed leaf lingering in the low wind.

They deserve to die.

Shihouin moved closer a bit, nearing the 5 meter range. They weren't sure why he had moved closer, but maybe he was going to let them go. Their defense softened up a bit more. He'd understand that they just needed money right? He'd understand that they really didn't mean for all this to happen. That they'd been dragged here by their drunk leader and forced to partake in the crime. Sure robbery wasn't the thing that they wanted to do, but with those slick words and high status of the samurai in charge, they could force their selves to see why they had been led down this road. It made... some sense.

They still deserved to die. Shihouin spoke in a clear tone. "Drop your weapons, get down on both knees and place your hands behind your head." The samurai were unsure at first, should they comply? Shihouin didn't move from his position, crossed arms and a stale face implied that he wanted to see his commands through and through. The first one made a bold move, and dropped his samurai sword, tossing the blade across to his left. He dropped down on both knees and turned around, putting his hands behind his head. "Riichi... Do the same..." The other one quickly followed suit, in a fit of slow moving melancholy which implied deep regret. At least these two didn't want to be apart of the crime.

Unsuspectingly, from behind Shihouin, noise creaked loudly, like a bunch of old metal weighed down to the ground, being pushed across by someone. It streaked and screamed as the sand ground against the rusted metal doors. He looked back, to a man in a suit pushing the door open with all his might. It was one of the roof escape doors. Shihouin didn't notice that someone had been there, or even expected someone to use it. A staggering business professional, with loose tattered bald hair and a toupee that slipped near the left side drug himself out the door, panting as he looked up at the crowd in front of him. Shihouin turned around and ignored him. His chakra levels were too low to scare a nin-dog.

Shihouin walked up behind the samurai and placed a hand on the black haired ones head, roughly pushing the palm into the back of his head to expose his neck. Reaching deep in his pocket he grabbed a small shuirken and pulled the samurai back, out of the sight of the other one. Without word, notice, judgement came down swift. He plunged the shuriken deep into his neck, cutting his jugular and his throat in one swift move. Before the other one could hear the faint sound of gurgling blood filling up his comrades lungs, the same thing was done in an easy move, pushing the blade deep into his jugular and throat. He dropped the two instantly and turned around to the deranged man.

"Good riddens! Good thing you killed those god damn samurai." His breath was heavy, as if he had worked not a day in his life. "As the bank manager it's my job to keep the money safe and the people safe second, but today I just couldn't do it. They got mad when I foreclosed on their tiny village. You did a good job ninja. A necessary sacrifice to save some money for the village."

Of course, any normal person would've been stunned, and maybe enter into deep regrets for their actions. Shihouin wasn't trying to purposefully be cold as to gain some new demeanor, but his attitude simply allowed him not to care. Regardless of what the fool had said before him, their deaths had been issued for other reasons. Reasons that seem to satisfy Shihouin in a different way. Turning his back, he would walk down the same roof exit and follow the bank manager back down the steps slowly, while the situation had been cleaned up.

The time between his Jounin/ANBU and SP. Jounin career was very short. After meeting the requirements to apply, Shihouin still trains and hopes to become ANBU Captain at S Rank. Unlike the other members of the organization, Shihouin still trains on developing his potential and techniques as well. It's said that he's come a long way, and if it weren't for his attitude he could be a heck of a lot higher in status. Despite this, the level of genius and creativity at his age and his rank shows his skill as a skilled member of the ANBU organization.

With so little time spent between ranks, he continues to make the time even shorter and to become on par with the Hokage himself, or even grater if the hands of fate can allow it. His grasp for power and hunger for strength is very trying at an age like his. Apparently some of the team members he grew up with have come back into popularity and it'll be interesting to see him develop. He has his eyes set on attaining "Legendary" status and developing fame, if it comes to that.