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It is now in the time of the next generation. The youth are coming forward, flourishing into new roles as genin and opening their opportunity for potential. With the legends of their parents coming to a close, it is now their time to step up and shine. It is their time to rise up. Meanwhile, old and new foes alike bide their time and perfect past mistakes. They move undetected and unseen, moving their pieces across the board in preparation to strike.
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Jul 10 2018, 02:47 PM
Zaizen yawned.

The man was located on a less populated part of the beach, near something of a formation of rocks and coves. He liked it though because he didn’t have to listen to the shouting of tourist kids and the noise of the boardwalk. So, this was the Hidden Mist Village, something not so bloody anymore. In the distance high on the sea cliffs, he could see the monument put up in remembrance of lives lost during more violent times. A giant monolithic rock. Why did everyone think things like those were good ideas to commemorate the dead?

The Mizukage. Zaizen didn’t know much about him. Apparently, he was good enough to wield the Hiramekarei, one of those famous and revered seven swords that originated in this land. As a samurai himself, Zaizen could see that anyone capable of wielding such a weapon did deserve such respect. He just wasn’t sure if he enjoyed the man’s decision to turn his village into a carnival of a tourist trap. But, modernization was a plague that was entrapping all the villages, from Konohagakure to the bloody mist, he only half wondered if Getsugakure had decided to rebuild in that same fashion.

The last time he had been there, he could only remember ash and fire.

He supposed that the malls, hotels, and the variety of food stalls weren’t bad. At least here getting a meal and a drink was almost criminally cheap. Squid on a stick, whoever would’ve thought of that?

Things change, they always do. But the former shinobi felt like he had started out with a whole lot of nothing, and he still had a whole lot of that.

He watched as one of those giant cruise liners came in from the sea, dark eyes remained unimpressed. Such flashy things weren’t his style. Of course, he had come in on a small fishing boat, paid off the fisherman by helping out real in a good catch.

It was mid-afternoon by now, a blue sky still overhead. Sparkling azure water stretched as far as the eye could see. Picture perfect peacetimes. Maybe the tide really was changing in the ninja world. The shinobi turned samurai had simply been out of it for a very long time. He rested his hands on his pair daisho’s handles, Tora to Tatsu fingers tracing the worn and wrapped binding. He could remember not having a place in ‘the ninja world,’ he could remember not exactly fitting in the ‘samurai life’ either. A wanderer… forced to never find a home anywhere? It sounded like a tragic tale, but the man never held much self-pity. Feelings like that never got anyone anywhere.

He wasn’t anywhere better now, was he?

He had a lot of time to himself, so he had a lot of time to reminisce. He couldn’t say if the memories were good or bad. Zaizen just knew they were memories, that they happened in the past and past never could happen again.

Then he sat down in the meditative position, setting his blades carefully to his side as he took his perch on the rocks jutting from the sands. There he was again, watching, observing. There really wasn’t much else to do.
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<b><h1>Chakra Level:</h1></b> Zaizen was born with middling levels of chakra, to which is has graciously learned to conserve and mediate through years of training and pratice. Though he does not have excessive chakra reserves, he relies on his skills in swordsmanship and physical prowess than firing off powerful and flashy chakra-consuming jutsus.
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<p>Zaizen is nearly always found with his dual blades of daisho, a pair of Wakizashi and Katana, together they are what signify him as a samurai and are presents given to him by his former master. After years of living under the samurai in the Land of Iron, Zaizen is proficiently trained in kenjutsu and swordsmanship. Instead of relying on hand seals and jutsu to mold chakra and attacks, Zaizen channels chakra through his blades, allowing him to shape and manipulate the raw chakra energy to appear like other weapons or extend his blades reach. Zaizen can surround his blade in crescents of chakra energy to launch and attack enemies at mid to a long range distance. </p>

<p>Zaizen’s Wakizashi ‘Tora’ is a 24 in (60 cm) short-blade that is the companion to his Katana, ‘Tatsu,’ which is 65 in (165 cm) in length. Both blades have white wrapped handles, and while the edges are still sharp as enough to dice blades of grass, appear rather worn and used. </p>

<p>Zaizen is also skilled in the kenjutsu style of Iaido, which is concerned with the smooth, controlled movements of drawing the sword from its scabbard, striking or cutting an opponent, removing blood from the blade, and then replacing the sword in the scabbard. With this technique, slashes and hits are made to be more forceful and swifter rather than leaving a blade drawn. This highly specialized style depends heavily upon a user's speed, strength, and control. After over a decade's worth of training and practice, Zaizen is on par with the most skilled swordsmen and samurai, once considered and genius and prodigy in his late youth when he first began studying the style. </p>

<p>As an orphan without a known bloodline, the man holds no Kekkei Genkai or unique Chakra Transformation Type. However, he has not forgotten many of the jutsu he once learned. The ex-shinobi will sometimes involve them in his battles if deemed necessary, combining them with his samurai techniques, but normally refrains if he can help it. Chakra control is another minute specialty of his, being in tune with his surroundings, even without a dojutsu his senses are on the level of the most skilled shinobi, able to detect the most finite movements and enemy presences. </p>
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<p> Zaizen began life as an orphan.</p>

<p>His parents unknown or dead or abandoned. His name ‘Zaizen’ only comes from the doorstep of the home he was initially left with. Of course, they tried to take care of him, but it was just a pair of aging elders who eventually just couldn’t support a child. So, it didn’t take long for him to be left to the orphanage in Getsugakure. It was one of the odd religious kind of places, where the caretakers kept the children in line and kept it a rather spartan place to live. Morality and such things, however, never really stuck with the young boy who seemed to have a grey tone view of the world he lived in. </p>

<p>Kids at the orphanage came and went. Some new girl came along one day and the caretakers seemed to take an extra liking to torturing her. Zaizen didn’t really care to do anything about it. He kept to himself, didn’t make any friends or other connections, even as a young child, he saw little merit on depending on others in the world that abandoned him. </p>

<p>The only thing he saw some kind of escape was becoming a shinobi. It wasn’t for some patriotic flair, it wasn’t because he had some dream to protect others, to become a hero of a sort. To Zaizen, it was an easy way to the outside world. So he joined the academy, ignored by most of the children there, not that he cared. He went along with the idea, being surprisingly talented in things like chakra control and espionage. Zaizen was just naturally good at watching people, observing things, but he hardly took much initiative in anything himself. To most, he was just the kid in the corner, others hardly knew he existed. </p>

<p>His natural talent did get him to become a genin before he was even ten years old. </p>

<p>His sensei had once told him that he had potential, but he just never had the drive. Zaizen just found it hard to understand those who ‘had the drive’ when he saw little reason to love living the world he was in. </p>

<p>His genin squad was an interesting trio. The girl on the squad, she’d been in the same orphanage as him, but he acted like he didn’t know her because, really, he didn’t. Generally, that was just how it went. A few years went by, being a ninja wasn’t a bad job. He made some memories, maybe had some fun, but the years were short ones. He was the youngest in the team, but at times he felt the most mature. He saved up just enough cash to get his cheap one-room apartment, finally out of that orphanage. And not a day too soon.</p>

<p>Because that one girl from his team decided to burn it down. </p>

<p>A part of him said good riddance, another wondered why she did it and why she left. They weren’t friends, at least in the sense that they had some special bond. But they had been on a team together, lots of people said that meant they did have a connection. So when she left, a lot of people asked him why. He shrugged. He didn’t know either. Maybe the Mizuno kid did. Maybe their sensei did. But Zaizen didn’t know and he never really cared to find out.</p>

<p>And so Zaizen stayed in Getsukagure for several more years. He climbed the rankings quicker than most, considered something of a sleeping prodigy, the kind of genius that most people wouldn’t expect from a guy who cared little about being a shinobi. Despite not having massive chakra reserves, despite not having some special clan jutsu, he had his wits about him, he played smart not strong. He did his job better than most simply because there was little else he could do. He did, however, find the value of sake younger than when he should have, and besides paying rent, most of his salary ended up going to the bottle. </p>

<p>When she returned to set fire again, he tried to stop her. It was what he had been told to do, it didn’t matter if they had been on the same team once before. To Zaizen, she was the mission, nothing else. </p>

<p>So then, he wondered why he had failed the mission. </p>

<p>Watching the village burn, he realized that in the end, that’s just what he was good at. Watching, observing, there wasn’t really a point in getting himself involved in anything, because in the end, it just burned. </p>

<p>He took off his headband, he said his goodbyes and his apologies. The shinobi life was once his escape, but now he was escaping from it. He walked away from Getsugakure, and he didn’t plan on coming back. </p>




<p>He wandered the lands for short time afterward, doing odd jobs here and there to make just enough cash to buy his next drink. He ran into some notable people, even paid witness to some notable fights, but in the end, he never did much besides watch. Eventually, he made his way to the Land of Iron. The cold and the samurai were a new kind of experience for him, initially, he believed that there wasn’t much else to the place besides that. Samurai were just shinobi by a different name, it was what he initially believed. </p>

<p>It was there he took up a job painting the house of some old and blind samurai master. The man’s name was Zato, an aging samurai once and still revered by many in the land, but now he was just an old man who needed help painting his house. Zaizen went about the chore like any other, but eventually, he came to something of a courtyard and a training room. The old house had once been a dojo, and the old master was a sensei to many students, but his age and advent of blindness had made him a recluse, it had been years since anyone had entered the house in search of teachings. A sad story that Zaizen didn’t really care to hear. </p>

<p>But Zato was able to sense that the ex-shinobi… had potential. </p>

<p>Zato led him to a room with a katana on display. The old master told Zaizen to pick it up and strike him. Zaizen thought the blind man was crazy, probably senile from old age, but nonetheless, he listened. He took the blade in his hand, the feeling of an elegant weapon familiar to his fingers. He readied himself for one swift strike. </p>

<p>But he missed. Zaizen turned around for another side strike, but Zato amazingly dodged again and again. Zaizen didn’t leave so much as a mark on the man, cutting nothing but air. The ex-shinobi had almost been a watcher, but the old samurai suddenly showed him that one didn’t need eyes to see. </p>

<p>For one reason or another, Zaizen stuck around. </p>

<p>Zato taught him the way of the samurai, and Zaizen would become his last student he would ever teach. Zaizen… liked the code samurai lived by, the order, the discipline, there was a rule to follow for nearly everything. It taught a way to live, not a reason for living. Zato became the sensei the man never knew he needed. It wasn’t long until word came out that the old master had accepted one last disciple, and ex-shinobi’s name was thrown out in rumors in the Land of Iron. However, most wouldn’t believe it and others felt a shinobi had no place in the land of samurai. Zaizen kept to himself still but gained some begrudging respect of others. He stayed in the Land of Iron for over a decade and was eventually accepted as a true samurai among the people. </p>

<p>But like everything else, it would just burn down. </p>

<p>Not literally this time, but Zato, who had amazingly lived on for another dozen years teaching Zaizen all he knew, finally kicked the bucket. He left Zaizen, his last disciple, the dojo grounds and his swords. While Zaizen was on good terms with most other samurai, having won approval despite being a foreigner and ex-shinobi, he had little other connection to the land anymore. But perhaps it was that the Land of Iron had been more of a home than Getsugakure had ever been. And now, he just didn’t want to stay there anymore. </p>

<p>Zaizen asked a trusted neighbor to watch over the grounds while he was away. He left the Land of Iron, and he began his journey as a wanderer all over again. </p>
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