Kozan woke up slightly early one morning a few days later. His mother was still asleep. Fucking bitch, she was always waking him up whenever he needed to get to class, but when she had to go to work, there she was, in bed, just snoozing away. What a hypocrite. Well, at any rate, he needed to train. There was one jutsu he needed to do, and if he learned it and got it down pat before the school week started up again, he could just graduate to genin and become a ninja. Then, he would be out of that shitty academy and finally be free of lessons forever.
He headed out of his house, and went to the training grounds. As it often was in the mornings, the village of Kumogakure no Sato, the cloud village, was chilly. Being pretty high up in the north, the sun was soft and the winds harsh. Not exactly the place to be running around barechested. Kozan was wearing his traditional dark clothing, however, so he was fine, not even shivering as he traversed the chilled streets of Kumo. Things had changed a lot since the invasion... maybe he could benefit from this.
At last, he arrived at the training grounds, which were pretty empty. Good, considering that he had probably wanted to be alone for this anyway. He didn't want people interfering with what he was doing. Annoying assholes. So, now for his training. He stretched a bit, then focused his mind on what he was about to do. So, the transformation jutsu. Easy enough, all he had to do was go over the exact same thing he did with the last jutsu he had learned: the clone jutsu. First, he merely had to do the simple task of focusing on what he wanted to achieve: a modification of how others saw him.
It was easy to do, as just a coating of chakra, and Kozan was almost sure that his body could handle it. In any case, time to perform the jutsu. Once again, three handseals. Dog, then boar, then ram.
He did these just like he had done the last ones: slowly and methodically. He had already practiced doing all the basic handseals, and could do them pretty quickly, but doing them like this put the pattern of the handseals for that particular jutsu, the transformation jutsu, into his muscle memory. Over time, he knew, it would become second hand whenever he needed to do something like this. Then, he would have ascended over all those other assholes who struggled to remember how to even move their fingers to perform the specific handseals. Besides, it would be good for him in combat. At any rate, he felt the chakra charging through his system again, not unlike a vibrating icicle being stuck up a horny woman's-
Kozan stopped with that analogy, for more than one reason. It was more like being electrified, considering that that was what Kozan's chakra nature was.
At any rate, Kozan felt the chakra running through his system. Ah... the feeling was good. He pushed the chakra outward, and it spilled over his body, coating him in it like chocolate over an apple. Yummy.
To those who viewed him, they would see a slightly shorter boy with dark hair. Huh, not a bad disguise, considering that people normally couldn't tell the difference between him and a normal boy. His white hair often attracted attention, so this was also a good thing to have.
With that achieved, Kozan headed home, content with what he had done. Almost there....
[WC 600
3 stats
500/500 to transformation tech]