Part-y [solo, nk]

Kozan didn't want to get involved in Kumo business, but being a ninja, he had to. And, he had already done a mission (albeit a minor one), so it wasn't as if he could just back out of it now. Besides, he needed to get more powerful. Now that he had these weapons, he could certainly start working on that goal. Perhaps it was because of his family's natural affinity with these things that he felt a tendency to use these rather than trying desperately to learn ninjutsu. Maybe it was a bad thing, that he was a little worse at chakra than everyone else, but at the very least, he was open about it. He was almost sure that in a dream, he saw some little asshole in Kiri who was ashamed of his own talents, but was always hiding it away. Anyways... that was a different matter.
What was important right now was his own training. Kozan went out to the grounds, and focused. His mother had told him that his father's side of the family could pull weapons from no where, or at least from a place that only his own clan could reach. He had never heard of anyone visit this place, so assumed that maybe it just wasn't real, until yesterday. The day before, he had felt... something. It was like another being touching his inner spirit, showing him a vision of an immense armory. With weapons like those, he would be unstoppable. He recalled the huge amounts of chakra being used in the Kumo invasion, and knew that with tools like these, he might be able to do that someday as well. However, for the time being, his body was weak, and he needed access to this armory anyways.
Now, how to go about it? He focused himself, and his chakra as well, and found that he could reach out with his energy. There was something out there, for sure, like a shining star. Of course, Kozan didn't notice that there were another two faint connections to it already, but he did notice that at the moment, he couldn't quite reach all the way out there. He stretched forth with his energy attempting, with all his might, to forge a connection, but he failed. In the end, he sat down in a chair and thought for a bit. Well, perhaps with a bit more training, he would be able to achieve something.
With this in mind, he would set out for the training grounds. Yes, that would probably be the best place to do things like this. After all, it was better than sitting in his house. His mother was bound to get on him (the little bitch, he'd wreck her day in the future, hopefully), and he was just not in the mood for that right now. At any rate, there he was, on his way to the training grounds, his swords buckled by his side, his white hair ruffled slightly, care free.
[500 WC
500 towards requip
2 stats]

Aightproved

Reaching the training ground, Kozan began to stretch a bit, working through each of his muscle groups. Unlike many of the academy students, he had actually paid attention to the lessons about physiology, making him covertly one of the smarter students in the class.
Yeah, that's right. All of those other retards could go on living their shitty little lives while they could. He, however, was actually trying. While warming up, he tried stretching out to the core of whatever spatial armory was out there, his energy pulsing in slow inches toward it. By now, of course, he realized that it was like working out a muscle: the more you did it in sequence, the better you got at it.
He only got about halfway, however, before he realized that, at least for the time being, it was pretty futile. He simply didn't have the chakra quite yet. But soon... very soon, he would have the chakra and endurance to keep up this kind of connection. Then, he'd have all kinds of weapons at his disposal, to use how he pleased. His gritted his teeth. Why was it taking him so long?
Patience, calm down... he'd have it soon enough.
[200 wc
anotehr 200 to requip
1 stat]

Maybe it would help if he was holding a weapon. Kozan removed his katana from his scabbard, ignoring the weak and obviously inferior sigil blade. It was more of a memory than anything else, but his mother insisted that he have it, so it wasn't as if he had a choice. He carried it at his side as a painful reminder of what clan he belonged to, and as a key to... something. Maybe it had some other use that he didn't know of, and his mother wasn't an idiot after all. At any rate, holding a weapon certainly helped. In fact, it made his job almost twice as easy as before.
As he held it there, in a two handed grip, he focused in on his task. The sword was like some kind of seed crystal, now that he thought about it. It let him focus his thoughts more on the task at hand, the process of attaching to this power source, this spatial armory, or whatever it was. His brow creased, and he closed his eyes, tuning out the busy noises of the village. Kumo, despite its destruction, was still a fairly large village, something that Kozan didn't overtly care about. What was it to him that the village was large?
He felt his energy lance outwards again, still at the same pace. Huh, had the feeling he had received from holding the sword merely been some kind of illusion, or a placebo effect? Had it merely been his own unconcious desire to reach this power source? No, he found, for as the energy poured forth from him, a little awkwardly, his energy kept going, onwards toward the armory. Yes... it would make it! Then, he'd be able to peek in and see what was going on in there. Maybe, he'd find some nice ranged weapons too. Sword were cool and all, but archery was situationally useful, he knew.
The only thing to do now was to...
Then, his energy stopped. Mere inches from the power source. He could feel it there... he could almost reach out and dip his mind into it... but he couldn't yet. What was this supposed to mean? Kozan growled in frustration. Son of a bitch!
This meant that he was strong enough, but he probably wasn't using the right tool. He sheathed his katana in anger, then sat down on a rock.
[WC 400
400 towards requip
2 stats]

But wait... he had another blade, didn't he? But what difference would it make? Kozan sat in thought, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the mid day Kumo around him. The blade... it was called a Takami family heirloom for a reason. But if so, what was its purpose as such? It was too weak to be a combat blade, and it was too fragile to be anything else but an ornament. However, it was part of his clan, and had been handed down from generation to generation as part of its legacy. From what his bitch of a mother had told him, so was this spatial armory, or whatever it really was.
In that case, was this the key to it? Had he gained the power to reach it with the katana, only to find that it was not the right tool for the job after all? Yes... that did indeed seem to be the case. Well, if that was indeed what was going on, he'd have to use the Sigil blade. He hated the thing; it reminded him of his family, which he looked down on as the kind of people who were decadent and useless. However, it seemed that he would need to follow in at least some of their footsteps for this very purpose.
He drew the Sigil blade, gazing at it. It was pretty... well, pretty. If it weren't such a useless piece of scrap metal, he'd actually like it a lot. It had elegant flowing runes on it, things that he probably would never be able to read in his life. The blade itself was shiny, to the point where it was almost like a mirror. Beautiful indeed; he thought. With this, he would at least attempt to achieve his goals. He gripped the blade in two hands, and focused on the armory.
What had his mother called it again... "re-quip", or some such thing. The name, at the moment, didn't really concern him, but what did was how much easier it was with this sword. Could it be, that only blades from his family could reach this place? If so, that might change up things a little. Then again, his family was said to have powerful weapons, so why not just try and deal with it? There was no point in whining about it, or in wishing that he could just stuff any kind of weapon he pleased into this new armory.
This time, he felt it. The armory flared in response to his touch, and the blade itself seemed to resonate with the others in the armory. Kinship... was that the true meaning of this? Was he supposed to reach out to whoever remained of his clan, and try to get in contact with them? As far as he knew, there weren't many left in his village, but there might be scattered all over the world. They were probably also far ahead of him in terms of sheer skill and such, so he would have to work hard to attempt to catch up with them. However, that wasn't an issue. He could do that with the ease that only came to great ninja like him.
Now that he was capable of doing to, he stored the sigil blade in the requip dimension. It felt good to have the extra weight off of him... and the potential to acquire more power. Dusting his hands off, he proceeded to head home. Now that he had accomplished what he needed to, there was time to rest. Next, he needed someone who would teach him swordsmanship...
[WC 600
3 stats
600 towards requip, complete]

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