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| (みたま なさけ, Mitama Nasake) ★Chitose Unmei no Deshi (千歳運命之徒弟)★
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| Birthdate |  August 11 | ||
| Gender |  Male | ||
| Species | Human | ||
| Age | 29 | ||
| Status | Alive | ||
| Height | 177 cm | ||
| Blood Type | AB- | ||
| Kekkei Genkai |  Chitose's Dōjutsu | ||
| Classification | Part II:  (Sage, Sensor) | ||
| Occupation | Geologist, Merchant | ||
| Affiliation |  Kōzui no Kuni (Leader) | ||
| Clan |  Mitama Clan | ||
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| Country |  Land of Wind | ||
| Province | Mahobin Province | ||
| Position | Gokenin | ||
| Previous posn. | Jōnin | ||
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| Ninja Registration | M-01087 | ||
| Academy Grad. Age | 7 | ||
| Chūnin Prom. Age | 9 | ||
| Jōnin Prom. Age | 13 | ||
| Gokenin Prom. Age | 17 | ||
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"Like the shifting sands of time, the world is ever-changing. As the wind constantly reshapes dunes, so does our environment evolve, adapt, and transform. This is the truth of impermanence. The sands remind us that nothing remains stagnant; everything is in a perpetual state of motion. They symbolize the ephemeral nature of life, constantly erasing what once was and creating something entirely new. Despite their barren and hostile appearance, dunes teach us to embrace change and face our fears head-on. Through change, we find growth, resilience, and the opportunity to redefine ourselves in an ever-evolving world. This is what they whisper to us." |
Nasake Mitama (みたま なさけ, Mitama Nasake), the enigmatic merchant and shinobi, emerges from the desolate deserts of the Land of Wind. His name, etched in wind-worn ruins, reverberates across the arid terrain. The sands whisper tales of his incredible power, and with the grace of a phantom, leaving no trace save for the whispered legends that follow in his wake. Nasake’s reputation as a Gokenin precedes him, blessed with extraordinary abilities that allow him to overcome any obstacles in his path effortlessly. The earth quivers beneath his feet with each step as if acknowledging his mastery. The desert sands, ancient and watchful, murmur his name—a name that carries the weight of unearthly power. They speak of otherworldly power, of a shinobi who bends time and magnetism. The sands, once harsh, cradle him. He is both phantom and flesh, a paradox etched in footprints. His name carries an aura of respect and admiration as people marvel at his prowess and prodigious skill. Nasake is genuinely blessed with incredible talents, and as such, he is often seen as the epitome of fearlessness and determination, shaping his destiny amidst the shifting sands.
Nasake searches for hidden truths and strides through the annals of time—a merchant with a geologist’s heart. He embarked on an extraordinary journey that would leave an everlasting mark on his humanity. Years ago, as an eager apprentice, he stumbled upon ancient manuscripts—whispers of forgotten epochs. Their ink faded as memories, hinting at riches beyond imagination. Intrigued by the idea, he dedicated his life to finding the truth behind these cryptic and eye-marring writings. Fate wove Nasake’s path. He crossed a particular goddess, a judge of truth. Her eyes, like polished emeralds, weighed his intentions. Years of research and exploration they led him to uncover untold riches. Artifacts, gleaming with starlight, spilled forth. Legendary armaments forged by gods or aliens lay bare. Their beauty surpassed mortal dreams. These findings' sheer magnitude and beauty surpassed anything he had ever imagined. Word spread like wildfire. Nasake, the revealer of lost wonders, became a beacon of awe. Scholars, Daimyo, and even thieves sought his counsel. The world stood on tiptoe.
In the shifting sands of destiny, Nasake Mitama’s life took an irrevocable turn—a dance choreographed by capricious desert winds. Fate’s intricate threads led him to a mysterious goddess, their encounter etching an everlasting curse upon his left eye. Once vibrant hues that beheld the world’s beauty now held eternal darkness. With each glance, he glimpsed the karma of all living things—a weight woven into the very fabric of his existence. His cursed eye became a mirror reflecting humanity’s choices and their far-reaching consequences. Amidst this burden, he discovered the true power of karma—the interconnectedness of all beings. Little did he realize that this encounter, though laden with shadows, would reshape his life, unveiling paths beyond mere fortune.
This event, transcending time’s bounds, bears the mark of a meticulously orchestrated plan, perhaps conceived before the very inception of Nasake’s lineage. His unwavering fortitude and resolute purpose echo the celestial pantheon, where gods wield indomitable spirits impervious to the vicissitudes of fate. As the divine beings defy cosmic odds, so does Nasake, his mettle forged in the crucible of adversity. Like the unyielding granite cliffs, his resilience is a testament to a tenacity beyond mortal ken. Challenges, like tempests, assail him, yet he persists—a beacon of unwavering determination, mirroring the gods’ unshakeable willpower. Verily, in both utterance and action, Nasake embodies the ineffable spirit of the divine—a mortal vessel channeling karmic retribution. His existence transcends mere chronicles; it reverberates through the cosmic tapestry, etching his name alongside the constellations.
Background[]
The Apprentice’s Revelation[]
In the heart of the Land of Wind, where the sun blazed mercilessly, and the sands whispered secrets of forgotten epochs, the Mitama Clan wandered. They were more than mere merchants; they were geologists, archaeologists, and keepers of ancient knowledge. Their caravans moved like mirages across the dunes, seeking relics buried beneath the shifting sands. Nasake, born to this nomadic lineage, felt the weight of the desert’s harshness from his earliest days. The sun seared his skin, and the wind carried tales of civilizations long gone. His eyes, the color of ornate jade, held a quiet sadness—a reflection of the arid land that birthed him. As Nasake grew, so did his longing. He watched the cacti and palm trees twist toward the sky, their spines desperate for water. He witnessed the struggle of desert creatures—their tenacity to survive etched into every grain of sand. And he wondered: Why must life endure such hardship?
His passion ignited like a sunburst. Nasake yearned to explore beyond the horizon, to unravel the mysteries hidden beneath the desert’s surface. And so, the young lord trained. His prepubescent years were a dance of discipline and determination. The Magnet Release flowed through his veins, a gift inherited from ancient ancestors. With it, he could manipulate the very minerals that shaped the world. Under the tutelage of wise masters and even the Kazekage, Nasake honed his abilities to become peerless. He could sense iron veins deep within the earth, draw them forth, and shape them into tools or weapons at his behest. His classmates marveled at his prowess, but Nasake hungered for more. He delved into ancient texts, deciphering cryptic runes etched on crumbling tablets. Each symbol whispered forgotten truths—the language of a bygone era.
And so, Nasake became a wanderer. His travels took him to lost cities half-buried in sand, where crumbling ziggurats reached for the heavens. He unearthed relics—an ivory comb adorned with phoenix feathers and a bronze mirror reflecting memories of queens and warriors. With each discovery, his fortune grew, and so did his following. But the young lord's wealth was not measured in gold alone. His heart craved something more profound—a legacy beyond material riches. And so, he did what no member of his clan had done before: he used his amassed fortune to build a village—a sanctuary where spirit and stone merged—one for the misbegotten, the weary travelers, the search for the path of truth.
Kōzui no Kuni, Nasake named it—the Untamed Prophecy. Its walls were inscribed with ancient symbols, and its streets wound like serpents through gardens of rare desert flora. Here, scholars gathered to study the stars, seeking patterns that bridged past and future. Nasake meditated atop the Pyramid of Whispering Sands, where winds carried secrets from distant epochs. In Kōzui no Kuni, the arid climate transformed. Oasis pools shimmered, and date palms swayed. Nasake’s people thrived, their spirits attuned to the land. They whispered gratitude to the desert, for it had birthed them and taught them resilience. And Nasake? He stood at the village’s heart, gazing across the sands. His eyes, still the color of sun-bleached bones, held a different sadness now—a longing for the forgotten civilizations, the runes etched in time. But he knew that in Kōzui no Kuni, their echoes lived on. And so, he smiled—a geologist, an archaeologist, a keeper of stories—his soul as vast as the desert itself.
The Allure of Hidden Riches[]
Nasake Mitama, the seeker of hidden truths, unearthed a trove that echoes through time. In the Land of Wind, it was known as the Trove Beyond Worlds (世界を超えた山, sekai wa koe ta yama) It was during this time that Nasake found an ancient prototype of his Kokumotsunokami. The ancient blade itself sings of lost civilizations and celestial wars. Nasake’s discoveries surpassed mortal dreams. He would find jeweled crowns from bygone kingdoms and thrones of forgotten kings, their gems aflame with memories. In his discoveries, he also found time-worn scrolls that seemingly held prophecies etched in forgotten tongues and a celestial mirror that reflected realms beyond the material world. Nasake bartered with kings and spirits alike. His artifacts, each a shard of eternity, secured his vast domains. The sunsets painted his deeds in crimson. His footsteps, like ink on parchment, claimed deserts and forests alike.
The intrepid Nasake stumbled upon forgotten remnants—artifacts and scrolls—left behind by the enigmatic Ōtsutsuki Clan. These celestial beings, revered as equivalent to gods, have traversed the cosmos for millennia, driven by the Ōtsutsuki Will—a doctrine dictating that they consume life energy and genetic material from other worlds to attain ultimate power and longevity. In the dim-lit chambers, Nasake embarked on a linguistic odyssey, unraveling the cryptic glyphs etched upon the time-stained scrolls left behind by the Ōtsutsuki clan. This weathered scroll, inscribed with cosmic symbols, detailed some parts of the Ōtsutsuki lineage, their celestial travels, and the forbidden rituals they performed under starlit skies. Nasake and his scholars immersed themselves in the Celestial Lexicon created by the United Shinobi Nations, the lexicon whispered across cosmic winds. Each symbol bore echoes of forgotten constellations, and he traced their luminous trails with reverence. The name Kaguya echoed—a cosmic heartbeat. Nasake traced her lineage, unraveling the Ōtsutsuki’s earthly saga. Kaguya’s fall, her forbidden love, and the birth of shinobi—their legacy etched in stardust.
Nasake hired multiple teams: geologists, scholars, and blade-wielders. They sifted through ruins, deciphered runes, and danced with danger. Their loyalty, like the shifting sands, was both steadfast and treacherous. Nasake’s coffers overflowed. The left-over funds, like fallen stars, built his kingdom. Towers rose, gardens bloomed, and Nasake’s name adorned banners. His throne, created from his Divine Sands of Time, held power and memory. And so, Nasake’s kingdom stood—a testament to his divine resolve and determination. Its borders stretched beyond maps and perhaps into realms unseen.
Kingdom of Sand and Stars[]
The desert’s spirits watched Nasake—the guardians of tombs, the winds that carried echoes. He communed with them, seeking their blessing. His kingdom walls will bear their symbols, and its streets will pulse with their energy. Nasake’s heartbeat was in rhythm with the land as he realized his dream. Kōzui no Kuni would be created with his intentions and the miracle of the Land of Wind. Upon amassing such a grandiose fortune from years as an archaeologist and merchant, he did what no member of his clan had before: he used his amassed fortune to build a village. In this sanctuary, spirit and stone merged. Kōzui no Kuni, Nasake named it—the Kingdom of Untamed Prophecies. Its walls were inscribed with ancient symbols, and its streets wound like serpents through gardens of rare desert flora. Here, scholars gathered to study the stars, seeking patterns that bridged past and future. Nasake himself meditated atop the Pyramid of Whispering Sands, where winds carried secrets from distant epochs. In Kōzui no Kuni, the arid climate remained, yet oasis pools shimmered, and date palms swayed. Nasake’s people thrived, their spirits attuned to the land. They whispered gratitude to the desert, for it had birthed them and taught them resilience. Kōzui no Kuni was more than sand, stone, and mortar; it was a convergence of energies. Nasake communed with the desert’s spirits, seeking their blessing. He performed rituals at dawn and dusk, ensuring harmony between the land and its inhabitants.
The scholars of his Kingdom dreamed of lost cities rising from the sands, of forgotten sages whispering secrets. These visions guided its growth—the layout of its cobblestone streets and the placement of its fountains. Nasake climbed the pyramid’s tiers, their footsteps echoing. He listened—the wind carrying messages from distant epochs. Some claimed to hear voices—the musings of philosophers and queens' laughter. Nasake and his scholars recorded these whispers, adding to his kingdom's lore. So, Naake wove knowledge into the very fabric of his creation. His ink-stained fingers touched eternity—his true purpose transcending mere academia. In their pursuit, they safeguarded the village’s soul, ensuring that the stones held both history and hope.
Fate’s Turn, the Goddess’ Smile[]
In the shadowed depths of the Land of Wind, where the sun dared not trespass, Nasake, the intrepid archaeologist, stood upon the precipice of destiny. The air clung to him like a shroud, heavy with secrets and the weight of forgotten ages. His heart raced, fueled by equal parts anticipation and trepidation. The ruins before him were no ordinary remnants of time. They were the remnants of a goddess, a deity whose name had been whispered across generations, veiled in mystery and fear. Nasake’s quest was not idle curiosity but a desperate gamble for wealth and prosperity. His new kingdom, forged from the sands of fallen empires, hungered for such prosperity. Nasake sought the fabled fortune of the abyss, said to lie hidden within these forsaken walls. It was whispered that whoever possessed it would wield dominion over life and death. As Nasake and his team descended deeper into the bowels of the earth, the air grew colder, and the walls seemed to pulse with ancient memories as if they were alive. The tomes he discovered were inscribed in a language long extinct, their pages brittle and yellowed. They spoke of a goddess, her name lost to time, but her wrath eternal. The clandestine church, hidden within the very bones of the earth, held relics of devotion: crimson candles, their green flames flickering like lost souls seeking solace; ivory masks, their expressions frozen in reverence or terror; and a blackened altar, its surface etched with symbols that seemed to writhe and twist. It was there, amidst the hallowed gloom, that Nasake’s path intersected with fate. The cultists, their eyes wide and feverish, chanted in a language that clawed at his sanity. Their voices merged into a cacophony, a desperate plea to awaken the slumbering goddess.
And awaken she did.
The ground trembled, and Nasake’s heart pounded in rhythm with the earth’s upheaval. The goddess emerged—a tempest of wrath and beauty. Her eyes were twin orbs of a ghastly viridian, reflecting the countless maimed souls and Naraka itself. Nasake’s magnet release, honed through years of study, faltered before her. His attacks twisted back upon him, rending flesh and spirit alike. His team, loyal and steadfast, fell one by one. Their screams echoed through the cavernous chamber, a symphony of agony. Nasake, bloodied and broken, sank to his knees. Desperation clawed at his chest. He had gambled everything, and now he faced ruin. In a last-ditch effort, Nasake reached for the forbidden knowledge he had gleaned from the tomes. He whispered incantations, traced sigils in the air, and invoked the ancient resurrection rites. But the goddess’s wrath was swift. The very fabric of reality rejected his plea, and his fallen comrades remained lifeless. Nasake’s gaze met hers—a gaze that transcended flesh and bone. In those eyes, he saw wrath, sorrow, regret, and a hunger for retribution. He desired atonement for his fallen allies and the future of his kingdom, but revenge burned hotter within him.
And so, in that fateful moment, the goddess cursed him. Her wrath seared his right eye, leaving it forever marred—a window into Naraka. Nasake became entwined with karma, a vessel for the cosmic balance. His every action would ripple through existence, shaping destinies and unraveling threads. As he staggered from the ruined precipice, Nasake knew that his quest for fortune had yielded a different prize—an existence bound to a wrathful goddess, a dance of redemption and vengeance across the tapestry of time. And so, with bloodied hands and a heart aflame, he stepped into the abyss, ready to rewrite the fate of gods and mortals alike.
The Whispering Oasis[]
In the heart of the desolate desert, where the sun scorches the earth and mirages dance on the horizon, lies an oasis known as Kaze no Koe—the Whispering Oasis. The cool and crystalline waters defy the arid wasteland that surrounds them. But this oasis harbors secrets deeper than its azure depths. One moonless night, when the stars painted the sky in silver, Nasake arrived at Kaze no Koe. His cloak, woven from threads of shadow, clung to his form as he stepped onto the oasis’s sandy shore. The moon, perhaps out of reverence, hid behind a veil of clouds, leaving Nasake to navigate by starlight alone.
The locals within this region of the Land of Wind spoke of a guardian—a spectral figure that emerged from the oasis when the wind whispered secrets. They called it Kaze no Yurei—the Ghost of the Wind. Some claimed it was a benevolent spirit, while others warned of its wrath. Nasake, ever curious, sought an audience with this elusive guardian.
He sat cross-legged by the water’s edge, his eyes scanning the ripples. The wind, gentle yet insistent, carried fragments of forgotten songs. Nasake hummed along, matching his melody to the whispers of the breeze. And then, as if summoned by his tune, the surface of the oasis stirred. From the depths rose a figure—a woman, ethereal and luminous. Her hair flowed like liquid silver, and her eyes held the wisdom of ages. Nasake knew he faced no ordinary spirit. Kaze no Yurei regarded him with curiosity, her voice a soft echo of distant storms. “Why seek me, mortal?” she asked, her words carried by the wind itself. Nasake bowed, his respect genuine. “I seek answers, guardian. Legends say you hold the secrets of time and fate.” The ghost smiled—a melancholy curve of lips. “Time bends like the dunes, and fate dances on the edge of a blade. What do you wish to know?” Nasake hesitated, then spoke of his purpose: a quest to restore balance to the land, to mend fractures in the fabric of reality. The ghost listened, her eyes reflecting starlight. “Your path is woven with threads of choice,” she said. “But beware—the sands shift, and even your destiny can falter.” She offered him a cryptic riddle, a puzzle of constellations and shifting sands. Nasake pondered his mind a tempest of possibilities. When dawn painted the sky, he stood, resolved. “Thank you,” he said. “I shall tread carefully.” As Nasake departed, the ghost’s form dissipated, merging with the oasis. The wind carried her farewell—a promise of guidance and warning. And so, Nasake continued his journey, footsteps etching new legends across the desert. But the Whispering Oasis remained—a place where time whispered, and fate held its breath.
Appearance[]
In the arid expanse of the Land of Wind, where the sun etched shadows into the dunes and whispered secrets through the shifting sands, Nasake emerged—a figure both enigmatic and magnetic. His presence was a storm, drawing eyes like moths to a flame, and those who beheld him felt the pull of destiny. Nasake, a name whispered in hushed tones across bazaars and caravans, stood tall and proud. His sandy brown curls framed a face that bore the weight of ancient mysteries. Each strand of hair seemed meticulously placed as if the desert winds had styled it. Each strand is perfectly positioned to create an effortless and chic look. His thick, dark eyebrows arched over eyes that held the verdant depths of forgotten oases. Like polished emeralds, those green orbs hinted at powerful and perilous secrets. The eyebrows give his face an intensity that is both alluring and intriguing.
But Nasake’s allure extended beyond mere aesthetics. His left eye, the marred eye, was a well-guarded enigma. When he willed it, the sclera transformed into an abyssal hue—a turbulent maelstrom swirling with souls. It was said that those who glimpsed it felt the weight of their existence, their past and future woven into its depths. It was a curse; to others, it was a forbidden gift. His skin bore the sun’s kiss—a swarthy olive etched by countless days beneath the unyielding sky. Nasake’s physique spoke of endurance and purpose—an athlete of exploration. He delved into the ancient ruins, unearthing fragments of forgotten civilizations. His athletic build is a testament to his love for exploration and adventure, as he spends much of his time delving into ancient sites and uncovering past secrets. The desert winds whispered their secrets to him, and he listened, hungry for the echoes of lost empires.
Around his neck hung a white gold chain adorned with three emerald pendants—each gem a shard of forgotten legacy. They swung like pendulums, measuring time in memories. His ears bore the weight of emerald and white gold earrings, their facets catching the sun’s dying rays. They were more than adornments; they were talismans against the desert’s unforgiving embrace. And then there was the cloak—a hooded shroud that clung to him like a second skin. Its brown fabric whispered of ancient weavers, their secrets woven into every thread. When Nasake moved, the cloak billowed, revealing glimpses of a partially buttoned white shirt—a canvas for the play of light and shadow. His chest, toned and bronzed, peeked through the gaps, a tantalizing invitation.
In the heart of the desert, Nasake was a paradox: effortless elegance veiled in mystery. His every step stirred the sands, and those who crossed his path wondered whether he was a savior or a harbinger. For Nasake, the ruins held more than relics; they had the promise of redemption or ruin. And as he ventured deeper, the marred eye pulsed—a beacon to gods and ghosts alike, a tapestry of fate unraveled by his touch.
Personality[]
Nasake is an intriguing individual with a multifaceted personality. He exudes a stoic and pragmatic demeanor, highlighting his composed and focused disposition. His calmness and agility enable him to handle any situation with ease. Amid the battle, Nasake's adamant rigidity and acute awareness make him an efficient problem-solver. He observes and analyzes every detail of his surroundings, and his quick thinking allows him to execute his moves with graceful precision. Despite his serious demeanor, Nasake is unafraid to express joy and appreciation when he meets people with positive attitudes. His humility and openness reflect his genuine character. Nasake understands the importance of karma and fate and acknowledges that every action has consequences. He approaches life with a deep sense of mindfulness, which helps him in his archaeological pursuits. His passion for uncovering the mysteries of the past is fueled by his appreciation for the interconnectedness of all things.
Nasake's interest in literature is a testament to his love for learning and exploring new ideas. He is a man of the sword and literature, suggesting he has diverse interests and skills. His passion for the written word reflects his fascination with the complexity of human nature and his desire to understand it more deeply. Upon the fated event with Chitose, Nasake becomes far more stolid. Nasake's personality during his older years is a fascinating blend of philosophy, wisdom, and composure. He is deeply immersed in the intricate concepts of karma, predestined fate, and causality; these principles guide his thoughts and actions. Nasake's tranquility during times of danger is remarkable, and his unwavering stolidity is a testament to his inner strength. His exceptional astuteness is evident in his ability to read people and situations easily and quickly adapt to changing circumstances.
One of Nasake's most impressive qualities is his gift of gab, which he uses significantly to persuade even the most dogmatic individuals. His speaking skills are glib and efficacious, and his soothing voice and calm demeanor can lull his listeners. Nasake's recalcitrance toward those who relish themselves in power indicates his steadfastness and uncompromising nature. He considers them banal and sees beyond their superficial displays of authority.
Despite the chaos and turmoil that may surround him, Nasake remains centered on his beliefs and principles. He is comfortable in his skin, and his calmness and composure inspire those around him. Nasake's insights and wisdom are highly regarded, and he continues to be a guiding light for those seeking spiritual enlightenment.
His exceptional talent for identifying rare trinkets that he displays and his extensive knowledge about them is remarkable. His passion for the art of selling is evident in the way he confidently presents and negotiates the value of objects. While he understands particular objects' power, Nasake's approach to them is not simply materialistic. He has a deep appreciation for the intrinsic value of objects and the stories they hold. His lordly ability to balance his passion for rare and valuable objects with a grounded and pragmatic demeanor is impressive. His attention to detail and meticulousness in assessing the worth of objects is a testament to his expertise in this field.
Abilities[]
Nasake employing iron sand to sunder an entire village.
Within the great nations, one name echoes louder than any other - bringing forth anguish yet gracing the mind with an animated eloquence. Utter bewilderment comes to mind when considering Nasake's meticulous and awe-inspiring prowess. Blessed be the fortunate souls that do not incur the wrath of Chitose's accursed disciple, while others—crossing his path—tread upon the precipice of unutterable fear. Unutterable fear is simply one of the unmistakable signs. In all the Land of Wind and even perhaps to those nations beyond, the mere whisper of his seemingly divine prowess narrowly escapes from the arid lips of its inhabitants. Nasake wields power that defies mortal bounds. His mastery of multiple nature transformations is unparalleled. But his Magnet Release—a force that bends the geomagnetic and bioelectromagnetic fields with but a thought—sets him apart.
As a merchant shinobi, Nasake defies easy categorization. His dual existence—part trader, part shadow—creates an enigma that captivates all who hear his name. The sun, relentless in its pursuit, casts long shadows across the dunes, and Nasake moves through them with the grace of a phantom. His presence leaves no trace, save for the legends that weave around him.
Indeed, Nasake’s chakra dances like cosmic threads, weaving a symphony upon the earth—a divine choreography. His touch breathes life into the very soil, consecrating it with the power of will and life force. But his mastery unfolds in the magnetic currents—the unseen tides. With enough force, he unravels the fabric of existence. Molecular bonds, atomic tethers—all yield to his command. Once solid, creation becomes ephemeral. Nothingness beckons, and the earth trembles.
Nasake, a name whispered across the shifting sands, embodies enigma and legend. His path, etched with academic rigor, weaves through the annals of time—a dance of grace and lethality. The desert sun casts shadows upon his form, and the wind, a soothing companion, carries his intent. Enemies quail before him, their fear a testament to his mastery. Allies, too, bow in reverence—a true shinobi, honed by discipline and practice. Some deem him otherworldly, a vessel for powers beyond mortal ken. Others, pragmatic, see a skilled individual—a lifetime’s dedication etched into sinew and bone. Yet the divine goddess’s curse—its weight palpable—haunts his soul. Passersby, unsuspecting, feel the tremor of unease in his wake. Nasake’s legacy, like shifting dunes, endures—a beacon for aspiring shinobi across generations.
Chakra and Physical Prowess[]
Nasake walks the tightrope between godhood and frailty, knowing that even immortality bows before divine karma. Nasake's chakra is a profound enigma that has confounded even the most experienced shinobi. His true potential is beyond comprehension, as its vast scope and depth are impossible to discern. Attempts to sense it are met with a feeling of vacuity and mystery, leaving those who try to understand it in bewilderment. Nasake's unique control over his chakra is nothing short of remarkable. He can instinctively suppress it to levels that seem unsensible, yet he can still employ a multitude of techniques that are beyond the capabilities of most shinobi. The precision with which he alters the frequency of his chakra makes it almost impossible to sense him through chakra alone.
Despite this, he possesses an acute sense of chakra that enables him to detect even the most infinitesimal chakra signatures within his vicinity. Nasake's proficiency with chakra has earned him countless accolades, and he is widely regarded as one of the most skilled chakra users in the world. With his torsion of iron sand floating around him, he can absorb almost any jutsu he encounters with ease, a testament to his mastery of chakra. Furthermore, he can traverse various spiritual planes and even travel to different dimensions at his behest with his Torinoiwakusufune. Nasake's control over chakra and his unparalleled mastery are marvels to witness.
Nasake, the embodiment of taijutsu adeptness, strides through battlefields like a tempest. Even without the full release of his chakra, Nasake possesses incredible speed, strength, and precision, allowing him to deliver devastating blows to his opponents. Nasake’s limbs blur—a dance of wind and muscle. His speed defies mortal limits, leaving adversaries gasping in his wake. His exceptional senses complement his physical abilities, allowing him to calmly and nonchalantly evade some of the swiftest attacks perceivable. He sidesteps danger—the swiftest attacks, mere whispers against his skin. Nasake’s blows are seismic—an avalanche of force that shatters defenses. His strikes are surgical—each movement calibrated to perfection. Opponents falter, their vulnerabilities laid bare by his unerring precision. Nasake has exhibited a nonchalant response to space-time ninjutsu, including the formidable Flying Thunder God, while in his unaltered state—a testament to his rigorous training and acute visual acuity.
His prowess in taijutsu is matched only by his ability to use his opponents' energy against them. He has an unmatched talent for sensing an attack coming and then using his opponent's momentum to his advantage, expertly countering their moves and leaving them stunned. Despite the incredible force of his opponent's blows, Nasake remains unfazed, using his energy to diffuse their attacks. Nasake's skills are highly regarded in the Land of Wind, where he stands out as one of the fiercest and most skilled warriors. His reputation extends beyond the Land of Wind, and he is known as one of the most formidable fighters in all the lands.
Ninjutsu[]
Nasake, the weaver of elemental symphonies, dances upon the precipice of existence. His mastery over wind, earth, and lightning transcends mere mortal understanding—a cosmic ballet that defies the mundane. Nasake’s fingers trace the unseen currents—the zephyrs that carry secrets across vast deserts. He beckons the wind, which obeys—a tempest or a gentle breeze, as his whims dictate. Beneath his feet, the soil stirs—a canvas awaiting Nasake’s touch. He consecrates the land with reverence, imbuing it with purpose—the power of his will. His power is a tapestry unfurling—a symphony of earth, wind, and lightning. Nasake’s hands—the loom of gods—thread existence into existence.
Lightning crackles in his wake—a celestial dance of raw energy. His eyes reflect the storm’s fury, and his touch ignites the heavens. The human spirit blazes within him—a hearth of resilience and longing. Nasake channels this essence, infusing his elemental artistry with mortal yearning. His artistry is silent—a symphony of gestures, a canvas of air and earth. Mortals glimpse his work and gasp—an echo of divinity, a glimpse into eternity. They are indeed miracles woven in silence. He is both conductor and instrument—an elemental maestro whose every movement shapes the world around him. With his Ōsunaōshiniki and his Shōsunaōshiniki, Nasake can conjure various cuboid objects to assist the young lord in battle or as beacons for transport. With the former, an abstruse magnetic field suspends the cube in mid-air and makes it a fortress against intrusion, and even the mightiest attacks, whether elemental or ethereal, have found no purchase. The electromagnetic pulses radiating from its surface confound minds and short-circuit reason, making those who draw near feel as if their sanity is fraying and their thoughts unravel like ancient tapestries. Due to the massive monolith containing traces of his blood, it is essentially a combination of chakra, physical matter, and life essence. Due to its vast size, the cube can be used as an absolute crushing force against which even the most robust objects fail. With enough velocity, it can be used to decimate an entire nation.
Despite its formidable defenses, the cube is more than just a fortress. It is also a giant prison, malleable as clay, that conforms to entire regions and encases them in its iron sand embrace. Nasake's enemies, once ensnared, become echoes of their former selves, and their karma, ledgered in shadows, determines their fate. The cube's secrets, sealed in cryptic formulas, are the key to unlocking its true potential. Nasake has unearthed these secrets from crumbling scrolls and starlit visions, and their discovery has enabled him to create a monolith that embodies robustness and is unyielding in its power. With a single motion, Nasake can cause the massive cube to absorb astronomical amounts of chakra from the surrounding environment and can even negate the chakra absorption properties of other techniques.
The latter serves as beacons to different realms. They are cosmic keystones; they span the veil between worlds. Each one is a portal, a threshold carved from Nasake’s will. When activated, they ripple reality and distort the fabric of existence. To step through a cuboid is traversing dimensions—to emerge on distant shores or beneath alien skies. At a whim, the cubes deform into clouds of swirling sand and can quickly reform around a target, sealing them within. And within the cubes, an alternate reality blooms, a pocket of existence where time dances to its own rhythm. Here, the trapped find solace. They do not age—their existence is suspended, their memories etched in the grains. The realm within the cube becomes their sanctuary. Upon release, they emerge unscathed—their wounds erased, their destinies rewritten. The cuboids are cosmic hourglasses, their sands flowing backward. From it, he conjures sand wraiths, the echoes of the sealed. These spectral guardians wield comparable might to their templates, their forms woven from the sands of time and those sealed within.
The Torinoiwakusufune is Nasake's most coveted technique; it allows him to be absquatulate from the material plane and grants him unfettered access to a cornucopia of physical and spiritual planes at a steep cost. According to onlookers, it appears comparable to the power of Shinjutsu or at least has a divine meddling. It can be used to bamboozle even the most astute and keen sensors in combat. Nasake can efficiently project his spirit, awareness, and physical body into multiple spiritual or astral planes. This primary function can be used to make himself utterly imperceptible.
In partial use, Nasake is granted selective interaction with objects within the material world, and as such, he is given a form of intangibility. This ability can even extend to other non-living objects once he contacts them. This allows attacks with physical or spiritual properties to prevent interaction with him. However, genjutsu will still affect him if they are visual or sound-based. With additional chakra, he can even cause said object and himself to become invisible and selectively intangible for a short time while remaining in the material plane. Even though spiritual attacks may harm him, transferring to spiritual planes mitigates the effectiveness of said attack.
The Daitenyamashinsha allows the young lord Nasake to instantly conjure an ocean of colossal, jagged, and menacing stalagmites. The power of which has been likened to shinjutsu. His conjured stalagmites, towering like forgotten gods, rival the mountain ranges that cradle the world. Each jagged spire, a defiant finger thrust into the heavens, echoes the ancient rage of tectonic upheaval. Nasake, with a mere gesture, directs the geomagnetic forces at his command, causing the spikes to seek out his foes with unerring precision. Those who try to flee around the planet will find themselves inexplicably drawn to the deadly formations due to the Ryūmyaku, their armor, and kunai clanging against the stone as they are impaled. They bear a sinister trait of petrification. A simple scratch from their rough edges sets in motion an insidious process: petrification from the inside out. Flesh turns to stone, veins to veins of mineral until the afflicted are frozen in agonized stillness. He can travel freely between them, appearing and disappearing at will, dragging his victims into the earth to share in their stony tomb.
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Nasake can use Chitose's marred eye to use the Jigokusanōtenken. To the uninitiated, the Three Kings appear as mere specters—an unsettling distortion in the fabric of reality. Their forms writhe with malevolence, and their eyes twin voids that drink light. They walk among mortals, unseen, yet their influence seeps into every crevice of life. Their arrival herald's judgment—an impartial reckoning that defies karma and morality. The Kings care not for the scales of virtue or sin. Their gaze pierces illusions, revealing the tangled threads of souls. A beggar and a tyrant stand equal before them. The Kings’ duty is unwavering—to weigh hearts against the karmic ledger. Cruelty or compassion matters not; they are the cosmic auditors, tallying debts and credits in silence. When the Kings pass judgment, worlds tremble. Their touch is both surgical and savage. A blade wielded by fate itself. They unravel destinies, severing threads with precision. The condemned writhe, their screams unheard by the deaf Kings. Yet, in their cruelty lies purpose—a cosmic equilibrium restored.
The Ingainnen emerges as a precocious technique—an elixir for frenetic souls, brimming with divine potential. Within Nasake's gaze, the nascent power unfurls. His left eye, a conduit for cosmic balance, wields the karmic inversion (業逆ごうぎゃく, gōgyaku). Before his eyes, abilities, and actions bend, their essence is reversed or diminished. Nasake possesses a mystical ability that enables him to manipulate the evanescent threads of fate and causality, weaving his influence beyond mortal limits. His arcane nature reverberates through existence, touching all living beings and shaping current and future events. Regardless of origin or strength, his influence is inexorable. Against any adversary, his advantage is insurmountable. Malicious techniques, like brittle threads, unravel in his presence. Harm intended for him becomes impotent, replaced by boons or healing. Opponent-enhancing abilities wither, their potency sapped. Even attempts to alter his existence yield unexpected outcomes—an inverse alchemy that grants him temporary immutability.
Using Chitose's divine power, Nasake can manifest the mystical Ingaōhō technique. Nasake, the bearer of karmic power, utilizes it. When his gaze locks onto a target, the veil of time unravels, revealing ancient wounds—the echoes of battles fought, betrayals endured, and sorrows etched into the soul. The past bleeds into the present, and agony resurfaces, intensified with proximity. Each step toward Nasake amplifies the torment as if the very fabric of existence conspires against the afflicted. Indeed, the tendrils of Nasake’s Ingaōhō jutsu reach beyond the immediate victim. As if whispered by ancient winds, the pain ripples outward—a spectral contagion. Those who stand too close find their scars awakening, memories etched in blood and bone. The air thickens with shared suffering, binding souls in a web of collective agony.
In the presence of Nasake, proximity becomes vulnerability. Friends, lovers, enemies—all drawn into the dance of shared affliction. The fabric of existence frays, threads unraveling until the past and present merge—a tapestry of anguish woven anew.
And so, Nasake walks the precipice—the edge between healer and harbinger. His eyes, twin mirrors reflecting destiny, hold both solace and suffering. To meet his gaze is to risk unraveling—confronting the echoes of forgotten battles. Yet hope persists. Nasake’s karmic gaze, though merciless, also offers redemption. Perhaps, in the intertwining of wounds, there lies a chance for healing. Possibly, in the shared burden, souls find communion.
Nasake’s gaze, when turned inward, becomes a balm—a karmic elixir. With unwavering intent, he purges afflictions: curses woven by vengeful spirits, ailments that defy medicine, and the unseen chains binding hearts. His eyes, twin mirrors of fate, reflect purity. To those who meet his gaze, he offers liberation—a release from the labyrinth of suffering. For every wound, there is healing; for every curse, a cleansing. Thus, he walks the fragile line between tormentor and savior, bearing the weight of souls and the echo of forgotten battles.
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Chitose's Dōjutsu[]
With such divine and lurid power, Nasake can view the chakra of all living things, all current and past life within any realm he resides in. The soul's journey mapped upon her irises. His left eye pierces the veil between realms—astral beings, spirits, and echoes of forgotten lore. According to Chitose no Miko, her illustrious eyes have granted Nasake the ability to perceive what is sometimes known as "astral beings," ethereal entities or spirits, and beckon them at her leisure regardless of their predestined fate (宿命, Shukumei). It is better known as the immaterial and effulgent spark that dances across lifetimes. Nasake's left eye is the blessed tool of punishment, the Arbiter of Judgment. Concealed sins unravel before him—the ledger of karma laid bare. Techniques from her left eye punish—the weight of harmful deeds exacted upon the unwary. Past wounds resurface—karmic echoes of pain inflicted and endured.
With the innate ability to view their concealed sins, every technique produced from his left eye judges the negative karma they have accrued over lifetimes, and his attacks scale on that moral inversion. The mournful howling of their anguish becomes nothing more than a mere murmur before her, a silenced, nightmarish chorus that no longer resembles that of a man. She can conjure deleterious woes from each Naraka and manifest them into the material plane. However, over the years, Nasake has also gained insight into activating blessings from his left eye, though they are far inferior compared to Chitose's right eye. Blessings bestowed—a cosmic dance of grace and mercy. It bathes the material and spiritual world in blissful respite—a sanctuary from pain and the ceaseless wheel of existence. Beings find solace—a mark of divine intervention—an ethereal miracle.
Foes that have accumulated negative karma through selfish actions and harmful deeds will face obstacles and challenges in all areas of life. Interestingly, the mere thought of harming the user or even a passing negative thought can begin to accrue negative karma for the opponent. This can ultimately render their efforts to fight the user largely ineffective, regardless of their power level. In some cases, it becomes essentially impossible for the target even to launch an attack on Nasake if their cosmic scales are tipped negatively. On the other hand, if the opponent refrains from attacking and clears their mind of negative thoughts, it can create a sense of balance during their interaction with the user, allowing them to fight at full power for a short time.