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The Reaper


Sugar Glider

Nobu Aki-boo-boo


25 years old

Date of Birth

07/10/175 AN






Normal: [ 6' 3" ] 

Multi Size -> Daily Training: [ 7' 1" ]

Multi Size -> Human Bullet Tank:  [ 10' 8" ]

Super Multi-Size: [ 270' 2" ]


Normal: [ 289 lbs. ]

Multi Size -> Daily Training: [ 340 lbs. ]

Multi Size -> Human Bullet Tank: [ 637 lbs. ]

Super Multi-Size Expansion: [ 9.2 tons ]

Blood Type




Scars and Tattoos

Repeated Micro Fractured Bones: During my many training sessions with Omorochi Tensai at his personal training grounds, these injuries were almost always acquired. But over time, the repeated healing and injury eventually caused these bones to harden and become denser.

Repeated Muscle Trauma: During my many training sessions with Omorochi Tensai at his personal training grounds, these injuries were almost always acquired. But over time, the repeated healing and injury eventually caused the muscles to expand and grow larger with the repeated abuse.

Burn Scars: I suffered most of the damage across my right arm, crept all the way up the base of my neck, and back down to my shoulder blade. Also found on the inner part of my left forearm, parts of my abdomen, and on my right shin. These came from the first part of the Chuunin exams when I was struck by a Konohagakurian Jounin’s Raiton - Shichuu Shibari.

Broken Collar Bone: I suffered this in the early stages of training with Omorochi Tensai at the Dojo. Took a bokken strike during a spar with Omorochi Tensai.

Broken Knukles and Fingers: Suffered in the early stages of Kenjutsu training with Omorochi Tensai. Was punishment for dropping the bokken during training due to exhaustion.

Ruptured Pelvis: Suffered in the middle stages of Kenjutsu training with Omorochi Tensai Sensei at the Dojo. Took a bokken strike during a spar with one of my team mates.

Broken Knee Cap: Suffered in the middle stages of Kenjutsu training with Omorochi Tensai Sensei. Took a bokken strike during a spar with one of my team mates.

Lost Middle Toe on Left Foot: Suffered from dropping a sword from exhaustion.

Broken Nose: Suffered while doing physical training at the Training Grounds. Was told to bear crawl down the mountain face forward, when coming close to the bottom, I face planted from exhaustion.

Multiple Scars On Back: Suffered while in the process of training my team. Took an indirect hit from an Inuzuka's Passing Fang Technique which caused multiple lashes on my back.

Broken Ribs: Suffered while in battle with Omorochi Tensai.

Broken Left Arm: Suffered while in battle with Omorochi Tensai.

Broken Left and Right Wrist: Suffered while in battle with Omorochi Tensai.

Displaced Shoulder: Suffered while in battle with Omorochi Tensai.

Scar on Small of Back: Suffered while in battle with Omorochi Tensai.



Relationship Status


Personality and Behavior

As a part of the Akimichi Clan, I was raised to be true gentleman. My heart was known to be my strongest suit; the loyalty that came along with my friendship is one that is unmatched. Of course this did also play into my weakness as well, for I was quiet gullible, and lacked the self confidence needed to push myself to get further. Not only that, but my kindness prohibited me for laying a hand on anyone that I considered a close friend, meaning that sparring with my squad-mates was near impossible. But of course, I had learned of ways to move around this, and sadly enough, it was only with the promise of a well cooked meal, or even the persuasion of a sweet tone from a beautiful woman that motivated me enough to do work...

Do not be fooled by the sweet nature I have though. Sure, I may be kind hearted, charming, and overall pure of heart. Alas, there was a trigger word that would instantly set me off, cause my rage to boil over the surface and spill onto any who were close enough, or even the one who spoke the cursed word that I hated most of all. It was a simple, small, yet cruel word that haunted me in my past... To simply put... 'Fat.'

I could regularly be found resting underneath the shade of a tree with a mixture of herbs wrapped in a thin paper resting between my lips. The intoxicating smoke which had a rather distinct scent fills the air. Relaxation was something I had mastered long ago. If I was not relaxing, then I was more than likely munching on my favorite barbeque potato chips, and enjoying the company of those around me. I was very kind to others, always going out of my way to do anything for those who asked for my help, be it someone I wasn't too fond of, or a best friend. But regularly I would try to ensure that if I did so some sort of service, the reward would be a trip to the closest restaurant so I may gorge myself on my favorite food of Ramen, or maybe even some Sweet and Sour Pork.

I had broken myself out from this regular routine of lying around and being lazy with due time and my found passion to becoming a Shinobi. I found that with my hard work, I saw great progress in my own abilities that reflected on my ability to help others. Showing determination, and conviction, I was regularly training now in my clan techniques, but often taking a break here and there to either indulge in my favorite herb, or snack... Maybe even make sure no one around me was in need of assistance.

Nindo (optional)

“Fat…!? Who are you calling Fat?! I’m… Pleasantly Plump!!!”




Akimichi Clan

Ninja Class

The Shikage of Yonshigakure, the Village Hidden in Death

Element One


Element Two


Weapon of choice

Katana - The katana is characterized by its distinctive appearance: a curved, slender, single-edged blade with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands. It has historically been associated with the samurai of feudal Japan and has become renowned for its sharpness and strength.

Scythe - A scythe is an agricultural hand tool for mowing grass or reaping crops. It was largely replaced by horse-drawn and then tractor machinery, but is still used in some areas of Europe and Asia. The Grim Reaper and the Greek Titan Cronus are often depicted carrying or wielding a scythe.


Strength, Hand Seals, Stamina


Genjutsu, Speed, Intelligence

Chakra colour


Projectile Weapons Inventory

Your Projectile Weapons Inventory.

((You do not need to fill this out until you become a Genin.))

Maximum capacity at Genin and Chuunin (50 pieces).

Jounin/ANBU (70 pieces)

Sage/Sannin/Kage (80 pieces).

Please allocate now: 

Kunai (cost 2 pieces): 6   >   12 

Shuriken (cost 1.5 pieces): 0

Senbon (cost 1 pieces each): 10  >  10

Makibishi (cost 0.5 pieces each): 20    >   10                        >                  32

Smoke Bomb ((Max 3) costing 3 pieces each): 3  >  9

Flash Bomb ((Max 2) costing 4 pieces each): 2  >   8

Any sword ((Max 2) costing 6 pieces each): 1   >   6 

Any other weaponry: (costing 5 pieces each): 2   >   10              >           33  

Total: 70

Other Weaponry consist of:

The Akimichi's Three Coloured Pills.


Jutsu List

E Rank

Transformation Technique

Clone Technique

Body Replacement Technique

Rope Escape Technique

Generic Sealing Technique

Genjutsu Release

Basic Kenjutsu Training

One Thousand Years of Death

Cloak of Invisibility Technique

Sexy Technique

New Sexy Technique

D Rank

Partial Multi-Size Technique

Kenjutsu Tier I

Formation Ino-Shika-Cho

Killing Intent


Guillotine Drop



Leaf Gale

Leaf Great Flash

C Rank

Kenjutsu Tier II

Seven Swords Dance


Multiple Phantom Shuriken

Multi-Size Technique

Calorie Control

Human Bullet Tank

Spiked Human Bullet Tank

Ballistic Waterwheel

Leaf Style Willow

Intersection Method

Leaf Burning Sky

Leaf Great Whirlwind

Leaf Rising Wind

Shadow of the Dancing Leaf

Peregrine Falcon Drop

Deception Beheading

Crescent Moon Beheading

B Rank

Advanced Kenjutsu

Dragonfly Bullet Bombing

Iai Beheading

Shadow Clone Technique

Girl on Girl Technique

A Rank

Superior Kenjutsu

Reverse Mist Beheading

Harem Technique

Dance of the Crescent Moon

Multiple Shadow Clone Technique

Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique

Super Multi-Size Technique

S Rank

Legendary Kenjutsu

Super Human Bullet Tank




None at the moment

Background Information

The Beginning of Nobu Akimichi... Academy Phase. Age 0-11

I was born and raised in Konohagakure for most of his life with his family only. This of course was not forced, nor chosen by I, but only beceause many of the other children in the village were cruel and unfriendly to me. They all teased me for the girth over my belly, often calling me that which I despised the most, 'Fat'. For much of my childhood, I merely stuck with my family, locking myself in my room and not doing much other then being depressed for my lack of friendships in the village, and comforted myself most often with a bag of chips, or any other food which was around. Really the only time I went out into the sun and do some sort of physical activity, was when my father promised a delicious meal to practice the clan's secret techniques. I did this reluctantly, I didn't like to do much work, but the thought of not eating because of refusing this request of training. Because of my lack of work, I actually had a lack of skin complexion that made me have a pale tone.

There were many times that I had tried to take opportunities to make friends, but every time it was the same thing as before. I was too slow, too fat... One instance in particular scared me for a very good portion of my life, and which ultimately caused me to stop trying. I had departed from my home in the morning when I was a young child, I was so excited since I had actually met a group of children who didn’t seem to judge me as what I looked like, I thought they saw me for my personality and enjoyed my company. I was under some false façade though as I strolled casually along the beaten down dirt path that was a majority of the streets in Konoha were like. I had moved in such haste that I had actually forgotten my toy weapons that were a part of the game of ‘Hero Ninja’. The weapons were rather simple, made of a thick paper that was folded many times over before making an assortment of weapons which the shinobi actually carried on their person. Like the shuriken, which was the most popular of the ones to create, and was really rather simple. There were kunai’s as well, but those took a little more time, and required tape and glue to keep it from falling apart. The last item I didn’t need, nor did I ever keep. It was merely a long stick that through the great amount of childish imagination and forging of fantasy pictures would be a katana, which little did I know would become one of my favoured weapons. Depending on the length, some of us had also wielded a tanto as well, just depended on the character that the child really wanted to play.

I had to turn around, if I had not shown up with some of these things, there was a good chance that I would not live long in the game. The game itself was not anything difficult. One person would be chosen to be the ‘Hero Ninja’ who was there to protect the village from all the evils of the world that it forged and created. Then a set of two others would be this Hero Ninja’s allies, to assist in the battle against the power foes. Lastly, and whomever was left over, were the evil ninja who had come to destroy the village. These evil shinobi of unnamed villages and lands actually ran off through the streets of Konoha, taking specific areas and working in groups of two like the Akatsuki had done such a long time ago. When the children would find them, which was not difficult as the evil shinobi would scream and yell about the terrible deeds they were performing, including some rather unusual things like blowing up a building with their outrageous detonation techniques, while others were tearing down the walls between the bath houses, forcing the two sexes to notice each. They would usually follow with a fit of giggles and carrying on with the imaginative events and destruction they could cause. When the Hero Ninja would find the group, an intense battle would ensue, and basically if you were hit by any of the multiple weapons which were named, you were dead. Every time I had played, I had been on the evil team, working with someone whom was much quicker then I, but this was no difficult feat. "Hurry up, Nobu-kun! We’re going to set fire to the Ramen shop! Hehe" The boy, whose name was Huremi, would wait up with me for a good portion of the time. But as I ran, my breathing would become labored and my legs began to feel like noodles from the light amount of work and would become frustrated, tell me where to meet him before sprinting off.  He would leave me in his dust, and I coughed as I had to stop to catch my breath and expel the dirt from my lungs which stung incredibly. I would finally reach the destination, exhausted already and unable to fight.

Then out of nowhere as I was attempting to rest,I would feel a knick at my back, then a couple more right after another. The Hero Ninja had reached us already, and I was unable to battle because of the light run, which left Huremi all to himself to fight the group of three. The battle was short lived, there was nothing they could do, and before I could have fun, I was placed on the side lines watching, beating myself up for leaving him all on his own… I came out of my house, the weapons which I needed for the game stuffed into my pockets. I was already huffing and puffing from the walk back and forth, my body somewhat sticky with the sweat that caused my clothing, which was nothing more than a pale ivory shirt with the Akimichi symbol on the front in large, red sticking out nicely against the background. My lower attire was a pair of tattered brown shorts that came down to my knees, and around my neck was a red scarf made of a light fabric that was almost silken. The two tail ends of the scarf fell behind me and slithered down my back like an exotic snake. My hair was a light brown color that was short and spiked upwards almost unnaturally, but there was an odd amount of grease that held the hair in this position. It was a mystery as to how I even kept it up in this manner, but I hardly paid attention to the look of my hair, half the time I didn’t fix it, brush it, or mess with it at all. I could recall once hearing the waitress of a restaurant had spoke behind the closed door of the kitchen. "Look at that pudgy boy’s hair… I can’t tell if he has some sort of extra supplement to keep it like that, or he just doesn’t realize that when he eats, he splashed grease in his hair while eating like a starving pig. Hahaha." 

All around me were peach colored walls that were sun bleached and seemed hardly taken care of as some of the plates of the structures were off set, and in need of repair. The buildings were not even that tall, the reconstructions that this village had made after the Fourth Great Shinobi War were nice, but definitely still in need of some work. I imagined though that to actually rebuild an entire village took quite a bit of income and finances, but things were coming along far from what they were so long ago from the stories I heard. It was funny though, as my light brown eyes looked up towards the roofs of the structures, and none of them had the same color. Some were a deep maroon color, while others were a sharp, bright turquoise that stung the eyes when actually stared at for long periods of time. They must have just simply wanted their buildings to stick out from the others, make it easier to tell the difference and actually draw one’s attention and make connections to them. A landmark of sorts, so if one was not familiar with the village, they could simply look up and go, 'Oh, I know where I’m at… The green roof belongs to the grocery market, I need to head this way to get to the Inn.'. All I was making was assumptions about the village; hardly would a boy of my age be able to actually determine the real reasons among the village’s ideas and plans. I shuffled my feet since I was already feeling the strain on my legs from movement that I was surely not use to and influenced further by having to take myself back to my home.  As I walked, I caused a flurry of dust to come up and swirl around my feet. The dirt clung to the skin of my legs as it floated around me before then settling back down. I paid little attention to all this though, being a boy, especially an Akimichi boy, messes were my specialty, but mostly when eating. I was coming close to the end of the road, just around the corner of the building that lead into one of the playgrounds that were make shifted among one of the fields in the village, I could hear the voices meaning they were already there. A smile flashed over the boys dried lips as he was about to come around the corner, but before he had shown himself, he heard his name being spoke in a hissing voice that seemed filled with annoyance. This voice was familiar… It was none other than Huremi speaking…

"…start now before Nobu gets here? I don’t want that fat ass on my team again, and he’s already late! Probably collapsed in the middle of the street from not being able to walk further then fifteen feet!" He was the first voice I heard, and I paused where I stood. I was in complete shock of the words I heard, he had been so nice to me, even though I had been a terrible team mate. Even walked home with me and had a good discussion about some of our favorite eating spots. I shifted myself closer to the building, pressing my body against it and fell concealed within the shadow that was cast by the lip of the roof dipping over wall. I stayed there, closing my eyes as I could imagine the reactions and the ways the children spoke against me.  "I know what you mean, Huremi! It’s not any fun for anyone! All he does is slow us all down, and ruins the game!" A young, adorable red headed girl had spoken next, named Yeumai, which Nobu had once thought about trying to grow close too since she was actually the sweetest of them all. She was quiet petite almost frail in my opinion, clad in a yellow sun dress that was long and flowing, its hem whisking and rolling with the wind as it shifted around her knees. Underneath this she wore a pair of white leggings that wrapped around her thin legs, dropping down to her ankles and tucked into her white shoes. Upon her small button of a nose sat a pair of thin glasses; her rosy red rips marred in a frown from being upset about the subject. "You know that pudgy meatball would go off and tell his mommy and daddy, then we’d all get in trouble. We’ll just knock him out early again, and whoever is on his team will get to be the Hero Ninja next time! Sound like a plan?" The last boy to have spoken was the worst of the group, and was not afraid to voice how he felt about someone. I knew he had gotten in trouble many times over before by the way he spoke about being worried about his parents. His name was Juno, and was the oldest among the group. He had taken leadership probably for that only reason; since he was older he was taller than everyone else, which was somewhat intimidating. It would be nice for someone to step up to him, tell him that he was not as great as he thought he was! Forcing my hands to ball into a fist, eyes which were closed comfortably now squeezed shut and my bottom lip quivered.

Rage was boiling up from within my belly, my chest burned greatly as I was now breathing heavily, not because of exhaustion or strain, but because I was losing control of my composure. My face began to fluster a deep red color, and then followed by tears beginning to streak down and fall down the round portion of my chubby cheeks. I couldn’t… I wouldn’t deal with this any longer. All those names, all those damned, provocative names! Finally I found the courage to step out and confront those children, not even bothering to remove the tears which streaked my face and fell over the green sharp markings of my cheeks that every Akimichi were born with. The moment I stepped out, a silence fell over the area, almost awkwardly every single one of them looked over to me with their beady, unemotional eyes. "What’s wrong?! Can’t say something to my face?! You all too afraid to say something to my face?!" My voice rose in a cracking scream at them, broken and high pitched squeal with the density of emotion that flowed through my body. Light brown orbs that were blood shot on the outer rim, obviously from the blood that welled within my face and being flustered, and in combination of the tears that were forced, scanned the faces of those who were shocked by my being there. One in particular though, had a smug grin on his face. This would have been Juno, the leader of them all, who almost seemed to enjoy the confrontation, the pain that was scrunching up my face making it even uglier then what it could be perceived as. He finally stepped forward among them, but was not the first to speak as the young girls broke in a light whisper and only said one thing. "Nobu…"

She was quickly cut off though, as Juno took no time at all to try and edge Nobu on further.  "What’s wrong, Fat-bu?! Why you crying? Can’t handle the fact that you’re slower than a plump slug? Can’t move without losing your breath?" Juno let out an intimidating and mocking laugh that most of the children followed in, except the young girl who sat in the back, her face down and looking to the ground as she witnessed the cruelty that was being put upon the innocent young boy who had never done anything to them besides be their friend. She was obviously having second thoughts about her words and treatment of the boy, and was raising her head to speak when before she knew it, I was in a bull rush towards Juno. I squinted my tear filled eyes and looked through a hazy mist that blurred my vision as I closed this distance between Juno and I. This action must have not been expected as Juno only stood there, his beady black eyes wide, and before Juno knew what was coming, I was before him. My forehead pressed against his chest in a bone crunching connection, I could have sworn I heard the snapping of ribcage as my forehead came into contact, but it was hard to distinguish with the loud gasp that Juno had taken followed by the screams of all the children. My blubbery arms wrapped around his body and lifted him off the ground to where he landed roughly on his back, then following with the full weight of my body as I landed on top of him. Juno’s breath was expelled from his lungs with my assault, and thought that perhaps he was knocked out from his head bouncing off the ground with throwing him down, but I cared less. Rearing myself back at the hips, my left hand shot forward to grasp the collar of his shirt and pull his limp body up, at least bring his face somewhat closer while my right hand cocked back balled into a tight fist. My knuckles turned a ghastly shade of white, my nails biting the soft flesh of my palm and caused streaks of crimson liquid to seep through the cracks of my fingers. I was thrown into such a blind furry, that I didn’t know what I was doing any longer. I had never felt this sort of aggression before, but the name, all I could hear was him calling me all those disgusting unattractive names.- Fat-bu, Fatty, Pudgy, Plump… There were so many that were bouncing around in my head.

I didn’t even hear the other boys scream as they enclosed around me like a wild pack of dogs surrounding their prey. My right fist was coming down to smash the smug look from the face of Juno when another boy hooked his arms around my own arm and held the attack at bay. Before I knew it, his weight was thrown at my side and I was toppled from on top of Juno, rolled onto my back. I looked around to see multiple people standing around my, some on their knee’s including Huremi, who had his leg raised up, knee bent and was preparing to stomp on my shoulder. I shut my eyes instinctively, my arms coming up to my face as quickly as I could before a relentless amount of stomps, punches, and assaults were dealt to my body. I could feel their fist, heels, elbows each striking every single surface of my body they could see. Luckily I had covered my face with my arms folded over one another in an X fashion, but still they were not afraid to kick this part. It forced my arms back to my face, painfully striking against my head and knocking it against the ground. The one face which I failed to notice though, was the young girls, and the only sound I could make out as I was being beaten senselessly, was her voice shouting at the mob of children who were attacking the boy. At one point from the corner of my eye, I could see that she was trying to pull Huremi from the assault, make her way to me and perhaps help. I was a little uncertain, her words were muffled by the shouts and jesters of all the other children’s screams, but I could have sworn I heard her scream at them to stop this nonsense. But it was unknown, for all I knew she was trying to place herself into the assault and get her own hits in on me. The last thing I did remember in this instance, was Juno actually appearing above me, his leg raised up at my face before shoving his foot against the arms that protected my face, and a disgusting hissing voice yelled. "…Is that all you have in you?"

Despite all that the children did to antagonize me and attempt to break me, I always maintained my composure and even showed them kindness and compassion through time and time again, as was taught by my family. This always made the situation all the more worse by frustrating them, but they all kept their distance, somewhat fearful of the child who was larger then they. They never showed this fear, just taunted me from far away, but in some part of my mind, I enjoyed this edging of them on and trying to get them to be aggressive. Really in the back of my mind, I relished in the opportunity to actually strike back at them, but I had to force them to make the first move.

Sadly enough, despite my kindness, and the smile that was plastered over my lips, I was in inner turmoil. I couldn't understand why all the children didn't like me, always excluding him from various games. They always claimed I would never be able to keep up with the others, that I would slow them down. This wasn't entirely false, my larger stature did cause my speed to decrease, but the strength that was obtained was that to reckon with. But of course, to most ninja that was not all important, it was all about agility, and ability to move swiftly and quietly without detection. Depression had swept over me by the time I was the age of ten, and I didn't get out at all. I would lock myself away in my dwellings, snack away, and research my clan's abilities and techniques. It was at a very young age that I began to understand why everyone of the clan was so large. It was by choice, to store all those calories in their bodies so that they could use a large extent of their hidden skills. Something that I continued to wonder though... Is if there was a way to achieve both these things. The ability to store a large amount of calories for the use of Calorie Control, but also remain at a decent physique. It would take some time, but I would eventually learn the loop hole after finding my own motivation.

My parents very observant though, they could both see and relate to their son's distress, for they too had gone through the same thing. Except with the new age, it seemed like it was only getting worse. They at least had their own few select friends, but I myself had yet to associate with anyone. The only way they could get me outside of the house to do my training was to entice me with food and dangle it over my head, which I did. But there was still a large lack of motivation to do much at all with the depression sinking into my own personality.

Only a few months after my eleventh birthday, I was hit with an even larger blow than being friendless, and that would be the passing of my mother who became etremely ill with a rare disease. There wasn't much that anyone could do for her besides confort her until she passed, and this nearly drove me over the edge. I was new to death, and didn't understand why one of only the few things I cherished in life had to be stolen from me. My father did his best to explain how life and death worked, and it seemed to help for it wasn't long before I was back to my regular self, but in reality... I was bottling everything inside, waiting for it to actually boil to the surface, though it would take a long, long time before something might occur. Usually the only way to help console this was by shedding tears, and crying by myself in my room.

My father made a decision, he knew that I was not adjusting well to the life in the Village Hidden in the Leaves, and everything in the village reminded him of his own passed wife. Those two combinations led him to believe that they needed to start a new life with a clean slate, and so they worked on doing just that. After saving up some money and finally getting rid of what property they did have in the village, they set off on foot together side by side. My father could only hope that where ever they did decide to settle, that I would be able to adjust accordingly, and that I was not too scarred from the life I was given.

It was another few months of travels and moving through different villages to see what opporunities they had available for young genin whom were seeking guidance before they finally stumbed upon what they thought would be their final destination. It was in the Demon County that they had found a small house to take refuge and rent out while they continued the hunt. It was in this time that they had began working heavily on my only skill that was known to me, the Partial Multi-Expansion Jutsu. In that time, I learned this technique where it became nothing more then second nature to me. It wasn't for another few weeks until word had come through about a village about an hours distance from the house they rented. Together they departed off to a placed called the Village Hidden in Death, or also known as Yonshigakure.

Upon coming to the gate of the village, My father and I found themselves greeted by two Jounin. This would of been Imani Ranton, and Omorochi Tensai. Imani seemed kind enough, but the sight of Omorochi had caused me to shrink behind my father, seeking protection. It was odd though, The three seemed to speak together as if they might perhaps have known one another at one time, and it was thought that perhaps they had even been friends. Imani may have been just as so, she spoke as if she knew many of the clan and she very well must have with how she smiled and looked to them in such a sweet manner. Before I had known it, he had been accepted into this new home, and was cast into the Academy for a good year long. Since I had already been practicing my own unique clan techniques along with everything with my father, I was more than ready for the Academy they put me in. It was then I actually started makings friends. The first one I had become close to was a boy named Kaito Kaminari, who had somewhat of an attitude issue, but it wasn't unusual that we would talk to one another, and I would help him keep his cool. The second, and last one I actually became close to was Itsumo Yamanaka, whom I instantly became close to because of the pre-existing relationship that our two clans had. We had a lot in common, and it was then on out that the small trio was formed and soon became great friends with one another. After graduating from the Academy, coincidence had it that the three of us were actually thrown into a squad with one another. But this squad was not run by who I had thought would be teaching us, but instead by that dark figure whom mostly stared at the strangers when they appoached. Omorochi Tensai...

Life Turns For The Best. Genin Phase. Age: 11-14

The three children were in for a world of pain and hurt as they began their first day of training with their Sensei, Oromochi Tensai. It was a rather odd thing, something I did not see as actually benefitting us in any sort of way, but he brought out a Bokken from the weapons shed and began to question the three of us. He used two words, "Microfractures" and "Muscle Trauma" Omorochi then began to explain about building our bodies to become strong and resilient, and that's what he planned on teaching us. The first day resulted in all of us being beaten with that bokken over and over, on every bone, every muscle that Omorchi could strike. This became a regualr thing also, to be beaten and then forced to work our bodies by doing a multitude of work-outs. This is where I began to actually then understand the process of my body, and realizing how I could do both, eat as much as I could to attain those calories in my entity, while also have a fit a physical physique. All I needed to do was to be sure that if I didn't use those calories that day that I consumed, that I would need to burn them through strenuous work out. With a combination of my depressing childhood, and the motivation to become the strongest Ninja from Omorochi's teachings, I found that thing to move me forward, and push myself further and further to scupt my body like no other Akimichi.

Not only were the trio thrown into a multitude of beatings, but were also force to do other things in order to work the things that showed for a splendid shinobi. One of the things that I could recall was when Omorochi would heat up a  pool of water, cause it to actually boil before then ordering us to walk across it by manipulating the chakra to the soles of our sandals so we could get across. There were multiple times where we would be walking across the steaming waters, and the boiling caused bubbles to surface and splash the scolding water upon our legs, cause us to lose focus and take scalding burns from the only two foot high water. The one training that stood out to the most to myself would have been the Kenjutsu training. Omorochi took his time in explaining in detail the greater areas to concentrate upon striking, why to strike those places, and just about everything. I relished in this training, and found a new-found love in actually wanting to weild a blade when I could. So from then on out, through the Genin days, I concentrated upon three types of training... Training my Body, Training my Clan Techniques, and Training with the Bokken so I could weild a katana eventually.

After working hard for many, many weeks and showing the potiental this young boy, who much younger then the others on my squad. After taking the ridiculous, yet effective training that was placed upon us by his sensei, it was coming close time for all the genin of this village to participate in what was known as the Chuunin exams. For those who didn't know, this was a time for all the ninja's of the village to prove that their training was not wasted and that much was learned in this time frame. This was a time to show whom was ready for the next stage of becoming a ninja, and take on more responsibility then that of a genin required.

And so, I stepped forward with my team and we took the first stage of the Chuunin Exams. This first stage was to test something that Team Tensai was well prepared for, and that was working together as a team. We all fought together very well, showing that we trusted eachother, had confidence in each other's abilities, and in the end, we all passed. The only down fall to this test, was the injuries which were sustained. I myself took quiet a lot, and even pushed myself so far that I was on the verge of death after taking a direct hit from the Jounin's powerful lightning attack. It was only thanks to the medical nin that were about that I was able to survive and continue on with the Chuunin Exams, though I obviously wouldn't be at my best.

Passing the first stage of the Chuunin Exams was something that did not come easy, but it happened. Next, we would move on to the individual battles of the Chuunin Exams. The first battle was short lived with someone I saw as a great friend, Taka. It was only after a few rounds that the battle ended with me victorious. The second round was much, much more difficult. It was against yet another person Nobu considered a great friend and comrade in Yonshigakure, Kana. Though I didn't know the two opponents before hand all that well, they were people whom I could say that I was sure they would have my back in the end of things. This battle took much longer, but in the end, thanks to my persistence in not actuall using any jutsu's, but instead planned ahead to only use the Kenjutsu training I recieved from my sensei. It proved to be a great plan, since my opponent wore himself out much quicker. I still took a decent amount of damage though, including a shurkien in my back, and then also in the very end where I would use my Partial Multi-Expansion Technique to catch Kana in my hands and squeeze the air from his lungs. Kana though had held poisoned kunai's, and with the attack, came my own downfall. I had in fact won this round, but was sent into a hallucination that I would never forget.

It came down to the final round of the Chuunin Exams, but this final exam is what would test my character the most. It was going to be against a female whom I held a crush on during a large portion of the Academy days, someone whom I had grown extremely close and fond of, Jinora Namikaze. I told himself that I could conquor the thoughts of injuring this female, but after throwing a kunai which had actual caused damage to her, which the kunai was not even thrown correctly, the pitted feeling in my stomache was something I could not bare. Without even a second thought, I pulled myself out from the last stage of the Chuunin exams and due to my kind, loving nature, I was not able to continue the battle against her. I was contempt with where I had made it though, I had proven that he was capable of so much, and wasn't just the fat, lazy, dumb kid that so many people had said I was in the past.

A New Busy Life For Nobu... Chuunin Phase. Age: 14-16

After getting the promotion of becoming Chuunin, I instantly took this chance to do what I knew best, helping others. I became so enthralled with the Academy, that I attended about every class that was held. I became very well known throughout the academy and their students as I would always take time out of his own schedule in order to even provide those students with extra training in things they needed. I did make sure also though to put in my own time to train myself, and would often mix my own sort of training while helping other students. Often enough it was physical training, also a mixture of chakra control since it took a large amount of concentration to mold the chakra into one's limb in order to cause it to expand. So it wasn't unusual to find myself in a hand stand over a shallow stream, doing push-up while watching and instructing Academy students of ways they could impress themselves, or even giving them a lecture about how things worked.

By this time around, I had actually gotten many of the clan techniques down, and began to concentrate solely upon Kenjutsu. It was odd though, as I began to attain more and more skills with a single blade, I would begin to train with another... And another... Eventually to the point where I had so many blades upon my being that I had to hold them awkwardly, and even grasp one in my mouth to use. It was rather unorthadox, but it threw many people off as they would think that I was actually very much crazy for the way I fought. I didn't always use this though, more or less they were back up in case I needed another blade in case one failed, but eventually a whole new technique rose from their use. It wasn't soon before I grew aware that this may or may not actually be the best tactical desision with some, and moved my interest of weapons once more to a Scythe. Soon enough, I was carrying around an old farmers scythe, handling it awkwardly, and attempting to learn it on my own. As the months went by and I grew more and more use to it, some would watch me train around the dummies, and even seen how I could behead them and word spread about my unorthadox weapon. Soon as I began to adorn a hefty large black hooded robe while attending my missions, the name of  "The Reaper" began to whisper among the crowd.

At the age sixteen I was given a promotion to Principal of the Academy because of my large involvement with the younger generation and also the fact that the current principal had actually been sent away on a mission before perishing by an unknown missing nin. I took this promotion with open arms, and quickly relished in the chance to do more. Though, I also still wanted to be able train myself, and it was becoming harder and harder to better myself as my attention was being stolen away. This caused a stresser in me that caused me to start to having terrible nightmares, and it was also around this time that I was also introduced to the Legendary Black Rock of Azeroth. This was an item that was stashed away within' the walls of Yonshigakure and only available to those of a n accelerating future of a Ninja. It was told to me that this was the way that Yonshigakurian's were not only blessed by the god by given special abilities, but was the overall religion of the land as well. Despite being the religion of the land, this item was somewhat closed off from the others. They didn't want an uproar of the villagers flocking to the area, and having trouble caused. I didn't understand much about the Black Rock, or the religion itself, though pushed it off somewhat. Though I did notice that the longer that I sat and learned more about it... The more I began to have terrible dreams of my past, waking up in night chills with a demonic voice hissing in my ear, and so much more. At the same time, I could feel something within' myself becoming stronger... The Shikage at the time explained to me that the First of the Nine Circles had been opened within me, and that I would begin to start training in the ways of the abilities gained through Azeroth.

It was now that it seemed that I was becoming more and more drawn, not only to the Black Rock, but also training in more deadly arts. I began to shift my attention away from assisting people, towards more wanting to gain my own strengths to a new level. I was also to the point where I was becoming a little bit more of a trouble maker as well, and began to learn not only the Shadow Clone Technique, but also began to learn some rather innapropriate techniques. Transforming into women in shrewd clothing, and in provacative positions to get hilarious reactions out of people. With this new found fun, I discovered that I actually unlocked the Second of the Nine Circles, which I gained the ability of my first Transformation into a demonic looking state. Though, it was no normal transformation. It was actually a physical one, where my body belded into a mythical creature that may be known as an Incubus.

It was around the time that I was turning the age of Seventeen that I was then promoted to the rank of Jounin, and it was because of not only my unique abilities and hard work, but also my success in many missions that I went on. I was rather excited, because now it meant that I was going to have more time to myself, and I was no longer going to be responsible of taking care of the children in the Academy. Instead, I had three students whom I would dedicate myself to, and continue to work more upon myself and my own abilities.

Becoming The Sensei... Jounin Phase. Age: 17-24

It was now my opportunity to take the reigns and become more of a leader in the village known as Yonshigakure, one that I had become so much more comfortable in and made quite a few friends. I became well known in the village, and was succeeding much further than many of the others that arrived and made their home here, become more and more stronger through both my understanding of my own clan, and also diligent in my own training. I was one of the most well known Kenjutsu specialists, and was offered many times over to actually be apart of their Hunter-Nin special operations group, but refused time and again. It was mostly because of the fact that I did not want to travel away from home, I wanted to be there to protect it if something went wrong or someone threatened our home. Taking a liking towards the people and feeling more comfortable in the home I had built there, I also wanted to make sure that I could assist training the younger generation that came to be. I wanted to be sure we were ready for anything, but also... I had this urge that I couldn't abandon the Black Rock of Azeroth. It was growing more an more precious to me, and my meditation to the God of the land. It spoke many things towards me, and encouraged me to become stronger... Become the Shikage. That was my new goal, and I would be damned if I would fail. This was my new conviction... To please Azeroth as I began to achieve a more powerful state and more standing in Yonshigakure.

It wasn't long before I had gone through a couple of generations of training students, and teaching them Kenjutsu to a peak, though there were none spectacular or any that stood out. I treated them just as my own sensei, Omorochi Tensai had taught me. I was cruel, savage with their training and relected my own ways towards them as my sensei did me, which made them resilient, strong... But many of them never got very far. They didn't have the conviction I was looking for, and what threw me off was that Azeroth told me that none would catch my eye for a long time. I needed to concentrate on myself, which I did as I trained them. I continued to hone my own skills with Kenjutsu, along with many other clan techniques.

There was a point where I achieved a skill that I could have never thought would come possible, and it was one that I had heard rumors of. I never thought that my own sweet and kind nature would flee from my personality and instead I would start to become that cold hearted man that I was today. I was training my students, and I remembered hearing one of them use that one word which boiled the blood in my veins and made me go through vivid recollections of my past and the children whom called me fat. The word set a rage off within myself that made me lose most of my physical consciousness, and looked at him with a pure Intent to Kill. This technique was treated somewhat like a Genjutsu, struck fear into the student to where they would see their own gruesome death play over, how I would chop his body into small peices with extreme blade percision. Just as I was actually unsheathing my blade, and was about to attempt to perform a technique known as Iaido Beheading, where my katana at my hip would be unsheathed, performing a powerful and quick slash, then sheathed again in the blink of an eye, one of the girls students screamed in fear from the look in my own eye, and awoke me from my rage. The next day, the boy withdrew himself from being a Ninja, and instead took a civilian job, thinking he was unfit for the position.

At the age of twenty, I had been sent out on yet another mission which was much more difficult then what called to have students come with, and it was actually somewhat vague as well. There was some notice of Kirigakure having missing Nin that were actually becoming much more of a nuisance in the Land of Fire. A small village had asked for assistance from Yonshigakure, seeing as the village was very much small and the pay that they could make was somewhat insignificant, Yonshigakure ninja were the only thing they could afford. Upon investigating the circumstances, it took me only sometime to discover the missing ninja and attempt to capture them. Luckily, despite my limited intelligence and speed, I was able to catch the ninja off guard. They never knew what was coming, as it was quite rare to see someone battle as I did with the combination of my Clan Techniques, and infamous Kenjutsu abilties. It was odd though, the man wielded a rather… Scary looking blade. It was wrapped in bandages, and what lack of bandages showed some sort of blue scales… I was entirely too confused, and upon killing this ninja, had no idea what to do with the weapon. I was fascinated with weapons in general, and I knew that I must research this one. Taking the weapon in hand, I instantly felt a fight with myself, or so I thought as depsite that I was somewhat fatigued from my match with the missing nin, I instantly felt almost on the verge of losing consciousness. Luckily as I felt this sudden drain in my own chakra, I was able to supliment my chakra and replace it by using the infamous clan technique known as Calorie Control. I couldn't help but look towards the blade in awe as I began to wonder about the abilities of the weapon. Though, the draining feeling had stopped, but... To my own suprise, the blade had grown! It was well over two times it's original size and actually... Move?! Releasing the blade and falling backwards, I had so many different emotions begin to wash over my person and I sat there and stared for some time..

After regaining my composure, I finally rose my voice and attempted to speak to this... thing that was now lying on the ground, not moving. This is where perhaps my own story, and my own mind began to shift and become much...  much more insane. As I asked the thing before me if it were alive, in my own mind I heard a voice that was familiar to Astaroth, but it came much more sleek and in a deep hiss. It achnowledged me, and at that moment, the blade flailed slightly again and the blue scales underneath the bandages flared. I was thuroughly convinced now that the blade was actually able to talk. It told me it's name, but did not release any other information. Simply told me that it accepted me by the taste of my own chakra, and would assist in making me more powerful as long as I fed it regularly. Accepting this, I eagerly walked forward and took the handle to Samehada and strapped it to my back for the verture back to the small village first to collect my dues before going back to Yonshigakure and exploit my new weapon.

Years passed with the constant training of my own students and also myself when the Shikage of the village announced his retirement from the Ninja world due to age, and also due to an unusual illness. Many words around the village began to whisper about the Shikage starting to lose his sanity, ordering things that didn't make much sense, and sending ninja out to missions that were obviously out of their league, almost as if he was purpously sending them to their death. Being one of the most well known Shinobi of Yonshigakure, and the most powerful, the Shikage passed his title down to me, someone of a younger generation and could drive the village far with both his strength, conviction, and love of Yonshigakure... The Village Hidden in Death.

Hard Work Rewarded... Kage Phase. Age 24-Current

Seeing that I have just recently attained the title of Shikage, more will be provided upon my history as events occur...

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