Keibatsu Masaki

His right arm is usually covered in a mixture of metal bands, bandages, and Fuinjutsu seals of his own making. (https://2img.net/h/i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu289/Avion_Angelious123/KeibatsuSeals.jpg)which seal up 10 eyes placed 5 on the top off the arm and 5 on the lower side of the arm. The metal bands (https://2img.net/h/i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu289/Avion_Angelious123/Keibatsuebands.jpg) cover each pair of eyes and keep them closed to keep chakra use down despite him being of the same clan. These bands are covered in bandages making a layered effect that keeps the arm in near complete darkness. This arm isn’t used except for severe cases or emergencies and can sometimes be extremely detrimental to the user. These go up to the elbow making the end of the arm extremely heavy. The upper arm near the shoulders tip holds an oddity, the Face of Avion…Tis head is the source of slight magnetic properties and a source of chakra only for the eyes, its unable to supply chakra to anything but that arm and thus makes Keibatsu unable to use Avions old jutsu or other charactistics, if used to much the personality could possibly take over Kei’s mind and thus result in a possession or even death. Most of the time this ace is covered up by a thinker part of a shirt that holds some bandages underneath. To offset the use of Xaris cells he placed a seal of Avion’s forhead (https://2img.net/h/i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu289/Avion_Angelious123/AvionsSeal.jpg) to keep his personalty dormant, after repeated use of its abilities the seal will begin to weaken. It can also be willingly released which puts Keibatsu under extreme stress and a mental battle to ensue for dominance in over his body.

Life in the Masaki clan was one of simple misguidance and misfortune. They were gifted with an awesome gift of genjutsu and taijutsu. This made them excellent fighters, the only bad thing that they have run into is their inability in learning or manipulate a nature related jutsu or even chakra. Their body simply worked with a physical attack or the mind. This led them to develop their other abilities to be near superior levels compared to others. It also drew them to take up other techniques like Kenjutsu or even Fuuinjutsu. Being part of this clan Keibatsu, the main character of this story, became adept in his Doujutsu, the Itagami.

Being born in a smaller part of the clan means that he wasn’t as well endowed in the main areas of the usual keke genkai, But this being said he had surprised many of his family by waking the Itamigan within a few years at the ripe age of 8 which was just a few years shy under par for a member of the clan. His early life was average, nothing to concerning except for his introduction into seals and the art of sealing things. Fuuinjutsu became almost a calling to him; he balanced it with his Keke Genkai equally in training eventually developing his own method of sealing using mostly unique shapes to channel energy into several types of seals. This had surprised his father and actually brought some bright smiles to his side of the family. That is until his academy graduation. After the festivities had concluded…one of his cousins had called him a disgrace, a nothing, and something that shouldn’t have been born. Among all of the words only one phrase stood out to him.

“You're not worthy of those eyes!”

Daily that phrase would play into his mind; he couldn’t bear the thought of his parents knowing about this. This was a seed that as being planted would surely cause a downward spiral that would lead to the downfall of his clan, and he knew that. He wanted it; if he didn’t deserve his eyes then they didn’t either… He started to plan, he had already become adept in a basic fighting style and knew that that would be enough, his sealing jutsu was mostly all he needed, he would set traps when the time came. He began work on his genjutsu abilities as well, mediocre in the beginning they began to develop into much more, he began to notice that he could use some form of genjutsu on his self, this could potentially alter the chemicals in his brain, turning pain into pleasure. Surely this was something to be proud of?

It was the day of his chunin exams; he had no jutsu under his belt, like normal, and knew only some simple genjutsu as well as some elaborate seals for his age. These seals ranged from immobilizing enemies for a short period of time, making traps on surfaces to potentially making the opponent unable to feel anything at all resulting in a horrible torturous seal that drained a lot of his ‘Genin’ level energy. It started off simply with a written test that would result in an automatic pass or fail for you and your team mates. This didn’t bother him, he was an exception, because he was late and never got close to any jounin, his family had taken a lot of their money that they had been saving and put it towards the Leader of their village, she of course didn’t take their money and had allowed him entrance into the exam under the conditions that he did his best and make it to the final round at least. This being said was tough; being a single person in an exam meant for a team was simply rough.

He began the second test ill-equipped with only his tools, illusions, and seals. His basic ability in taijutsu was enough to get through a fight with an even worse off team that simply got distracted by his weaknesses and didn’t even notice the simple genjutsu that had been cast on them. He made them see a weak version of their own nightmares, one was afraid of snakes, this had resulted in a ‘body’ of his exploding into many different types of snakes, another was afraid of water, this one was far more difficult on Keibatsu, he turned a small area around the opponent into a black puddle of water and made them ‘Sink’ into the depths, the last was oddly afraid of clowns…I don’t need to explain this one as you can probably already see…This had set him up to place seals directly onto their body and made certain body parts unable to be used, this feat despite being far above genin level, would only be held for a out 20 seconds each. Taking no time to proceed, he simply closed his eyes and readied a Kunai and aimed the blade and drew it across each ones neck slowly and hesitantly with a shaky hand. He could feel something warm flowing over his hand, it was almost like a liquid as well, ”Is this what blood feels like…’ Passed though his mind as he simply fell to the ground as his seals faded into nothingness and the bodies fell. He removed most of the useful equipment from them and simply pockets anything that could be seen as valuable. They are gone…it's not like they need money in heaven…or…

He was mentally shaken at the thought of what had happened. He had taken the lives of three people. There was an odd sensation running through his mind as he walked, shoulders slumped slightly, towards his destination with both scrolls in his hand. It was so simple…and yet it was hard to do, he could have found a way to prolong the seals…but he was too weak. There had to be more to the ninja life than just killing…he saw the look in their eyes, it was of bloodlust…or was it? Could they have been even more scared than he was of being a ninja? Could they have been simply trying to knock him out and leave him for the higher ranked ninja to pick up and return to the village? The memory of it all was blurry in his mind, he couldn’t remember properly anymore. Collapsing where he stood he sighed and closed the ‘Nuclear’ Green and black eyes as a single tear fell from his face.

After several minutes he came to the realization that this was how he had to survive, kill or be killed. He didn’t care who, but if he felt threatened he was going to go all out against them…His face now hardened by the realization he pushed onward towards his goal. He had achieved victory in the Chunin exams and yet again the cousin from before stood there, her features slightly more noticeable than before, and again she described to him how much of a failure he was, how much he was destined to lose and die in the ninja world. He tensed up, was he looking for someone to be proud of him…probably but this girl before him was teasing him, no she was demeaning him and making him feel worthless…this rekindled his hatred for his clan. They were going to get it; no one was being fair to him except for his parents and other members of his family.

A few weeks he decided to go into the main village of Kumo. This place was full of people that seemed to be very…distracted. Simply shrugging this off he began to wander the streets, it was the first real time he has been in the village, it was large compared to his village…Simply forcing a smile he began to walk through the village noticing small things that his parents would like, he would have to tell them of some o the things because he only had enough to eat. He walked into a small shop and sat down ordering a high end version of beef ramen, decked out with a few big chunks of beef, some vegetables and a rich broth made from the beef and noodles being cooked together. He mentally smiled and said what he normally did, ‘Itadakimasu(sp)’ before he began to eat. Before he could possibly notice the old cousin had walked into the shop, a look of sudden disgust covering their features. They took a seat in front of him, he didn’t even notice until he opened his eyes as the bowl of ramen shattered against a wall that was directly to his right. His eyes opened, as wide as they could, in awe as the event suddenly recoiled in his mind. He saw her mouth moving but heard no words, his arm tensed as he suddenly threw his arm forward striking them square in their jaw. This hit sent them falling back in their chair, they looked stunned and merely looked up. Kei stood and fought back the urge to beat the living shit out of the other member of his clan. It took everything he had to walk out of there the way he did. This was why his clan had to go…wait…did he just think that?


Upon returning home he silently sat in his room thinking things over, his mind was in pieces. He closed his eyes, time ran wild as he silently passed out, nothing eventful really happening in his dream world, he could feel his body moving suddenly, pulling himself from a very deep sleep he opened his black and green eyes that glowed dimly in the darkness that had ensnared the small village in the night. He felt something wet on his hands, and it was warm in the crisp night, it was then that he noticed the metallic smell of blood wafting up to his nose. He recoiled violently as he looked down at the body of his cousin. His eyes between his 2 fingers, his body motionless, a small seal could be seen on his clothes, it was one he had made to paralyze his opponents. Standing in a severe motion he rushed back to his home, it was early in the morning, his parents were asleep. He still hadn’t let go of the eyes…hey stared at him as he shoved them into a small jar, feeling an odd need to seal the contents he placed an easy seal on the jars lid that would stop rotting, he opened a scroll he had been keeping to put weapons and other small objects in and merely wrote in an area for it and did a single hand sign, the jar holding the orbs poofing away. After wards he hurriedly ran to the fireplace, stripping off his body clothing and tossing in the small bit of cloth resulting in a small weakening of the fire before it fully consumed the small amount of clothe burning all traces of the shirt, a small pile of ash forming under the fire from the burnt piece of cloth.

He ran to his room, he had killed a member of his family, albeit they were what had drove him into this life of a ‘killer’ it couldn’t be all his fault could it? He threw his fist at the ground making a soft thud against the soft carpeting that inlaid his room’s floor. Why couldn’t he remember what had happened? He had blacked out; left his home…found where his cousin had lived…and killed him. There was still a bit of adrenalin running through his veins, this feeling…what was it? He felt empowered and it actually bothered him. A sudden thought ran through his head, the memories of all those times where the members of his family had shown up with his cousin…were their faces in that twisted…judging…and horrid facial feature that his as in? He couldn’t remember and that unnerved him. That night...he began to kill the other members of the clan….those who at least put up a good fight had their eyes taken and sealed like before, he mercilessly killed his clan members, nothing got in his way, they weren’t ready for his sealing jutsu. That is until he came to his father, mother, and other close family members. Several tears fell from his eyes as he looked over their sleeping forms. He knew they would protest so...he closed his eyes and like in the chunin exams…slit the throats of his loved ones, he did this out of mercy, he knew that the village would begin to suspect the side clan…he spared them the accusations and even took one of the bodies of his family and threw it into his room. He set the room on fire; he successfully simulated his own death. His scroll full of 5 sets of the eyes that looked down on him, sealed perfectly in small vacuum sealed jars and stored within a small scroll he held at his hip. He began to run out of the village hidden in the night, he had nothing to come back to.

Five Years passed…and he was still a nobody, he found that no one outside of his village even recognized his clan, let alone his abilities. Had his clan been that small? Still he held onto the eyes that had persisted in driving him forward. He was looking for someone now, someone who had been known fairly well in his village, a puppet master, a medic specialist, and he held something more than that, he had the unique ability to control metal. Rumors passed around that he had found a way to gain immortal life through a combination of his abilities. Searching, moving forward, some hadn’t even heard of him which showed that he didn’t want to be found…

After a few weeks he finally gained a lead that led him to a massive medical compound. Why hand he looked there sooner…it screamed his name now that he stood before it in the middle of the night. He slowly walked up to the door, knocked on the metallic surface standing before him, it opened before he could even connect with it. Shocked he simply entered, this was shocking as hell and personally he was beginning to feel tense, nervous, and odd, nothing natural could come from finding this place. He looked in certain rooms, decorated like hospital rooms except for the figures in the beds. The sheets were covered in blood and bodies were flayed open, their chest cavities empty as their eyes rolled into the back of their heads. The smell of blood was almost overwhelming. Making his way through the maze of blood covered rooms, dead bodies, and the occasional puppet he finally found the main hall ending with an office where a silver haired male sat with his legs crossed and his hands folded in a thinking posture, a sadistic smile could almost be seen under his hands.

”Welcome…I wondered who was looking for me…now may I ask why you are here…further than that...why shouldn’t I kill you where you stand…” The puppeteer stated simply as Keibatsu entered the room, his body screamed out the fact that he was on edge and unnerved. Seeing him motion to sit he mentally sighed a he took a seat in the chair, it was cold, metallic…and the sudden burst of adrenalin could probably be seen in his features. Avion simply looked him over with cold grey eyes that seemed to analyze every moment. Finally getting up the nerve Keibatsu stated his offer, implanting the eyes into his arm to gain massive amounts of power. Avion pondered this for several moments, leaning back in his chair and turning slightly as he thought. It felt like hours but only mere moments had passed. Finally after a lengthy wait he stood, some of his joints making a clicking sound as he turned to face him. ”Ill help you…but I have something I’ve been working on that may help with controlling each eye…” he said.

Kei simply looked wide-eyed as he heard the reply to his need. The medical expert led him into a crude, metallic room that was obvious an operating room, being surrounded by the puppeteer’s element seemed to make Kei’s heart skip beats and work erratically. Avion commanded him to summon the jars with the emerald-“nuclear” green and black eyes held within hem and to remove the seals. Doing as he was told he looked into the 5 jars, time seemed to never touch each one; they looked as if they had just been ripped out of the heads of his family members. Avion gasped slightly when he heard that they were in such good condition for being over 5 years old. Avion suddenly pushed The other male only the table after pressing a pressure point as he smirked evilly…let the procedure begin…after a few hours the procedure was over, Kei sat up, he had gone through the whole procedure with absolutely no anesthesia, he winced at the sudden weakness, his chakra began to fade quickly, the eyes rolling around in the new sockets rapidly. Avion watched with a smirk about to welcome a new puppet as he pulled out a small vial and a syringe filling it with a pinkish liquid. Keibatsu rapidly did a series of hand signs and pressed his hand quickly against each eye in quick precision, a complicated seal surrounding each pair in a band like pattern around his arm in 5 circles up his arm ending just below his elbow marking the last set of eyes. Suddenly pain entered his arm as the eyes closed and the needle entered the middle of his upper arm. HE felt dizzy suddenly as he looked at Avion with a look of fear. He screamed at him, commanding him what the hell he just did. After explaining the bare minimum… ”I gave you a gift…to help with all those eyes…I personally didn’t see you surviving but oh well, u took me by surprise…”. And he told Kei to leave and find a way to hide the arm and learn to control the power he was now endowed with.
After leaving that horrid place, the fresh air hit him in the face like a brick wall, it almost chocked him, and the smell of blood had already become a norm in his system. He looked at his arm and sighed, it looked horrible, there was bruising and the closed eyes, they looked unnatural. The first one at the end of his arm on the top part of his hand one began to open, then the one underneath it on the lower side of his palm, he cringed as his already low chakra began to drain once more, he quickly placed a bigger, stronger seal on the eyes, they simply closed slowly and his arm fell to his side, it felt heavy. He began to wrap the second layer he had around the arm and tore a simple strip off of his shirt to make a small sling for the arm.

Over the weeks he found a way to deal with the eyes, he placed metal bands about 4 inches in thickness binding over the seals, sealing It further by adding 8 screws about the size of a 50 cent piece through the metal barrier and only touching the skin securing it in place. This added even more weight to the arm. Kei added layers of bandages around his arm making a sling as well since all the seals and even the metal made the arm near unusable until he needed it. He did notice the fact that it was getting easier and less tiring to use some of the eyes. One night he looked in the mirror at his shoulder, a small bruising was forming where the puppeteer had injected him with the weird fluid. Tossing the thoughts away he simply moved into the room at the hotel he was currently staying at and simply fell asleep. In the morning he yawned and lugged his arm around into the bathroom and simply looked at his shoulder, something was odd, a small slit had developed in his arm.

After several days of watching and observing, to his horror, his arm hadn’t gotten better; a small face had actually begun to form on his upper arm. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the face that had formed…it was of Avions. He quickly got dressed and stormed out of the room and began toward his destination, where it began, the medical complex full of horrors. After several hours of lugging around his arm and all that jazz he arrived at the complex….to his surprise the entire complex had caved in. In the front door was a familiar face, it was a metallic sculpture of Avion himself. It was horrid, he was never one to make metallic sculptures….it couldn’t be… he fell to his knees That bastard did something him and now…he incased himself in metal and presumably died. Suddenly pain in his arm began to appear, the eyes on the face suddenly opened showing a brilliant gray stare as Kei’s mind suddenly was attacked. He quickly did a hand sign…one handedly and pressed his hand to the forehead of the genetic form on his arm. A seal suddenly glowed on his forhead as his eyes closed and suddenly the pain stopped, the mental trauma ended. He stood slowly, that bastard experimented on me. With a snarl he covered his arm up and began to walk to one village he knew would have some answers.

After several days of travel he had arrived. The thriving village of leaves, konohagakure, it was better than the villages he had been at. He had been training, he had almost reached complete mastery over his eyes as well as the eyes in his arm, and he even noticed a slight lightning charge to his chakra at certain times as well. He had finally gotten a jutsu out of that as well and even then it was simply added to a weapon. He knew that that was all he would be able to do with his chakra other than the genjutsu. Upon entering the main office from the village, he scheduled a meeting with the hokage, her name was Katsumi(sp?) and she had allowed him to enter her office several hours later. He voiced his case, explaining his history and telling his full life story, he saw a slight bit of hesitation as he asked for a spot in the ANBU Black Ops. She sat there in thought for what seemed like forever, the nerves reminding him of the hesitation in Avion. She finally gave him an answer, she would agree, but with a limitation and a warning, she would be keeping an eye on him, she would keep him under close suspicion due to his past. He could only nod as his new life was about to start as a member of the Anbu in the village hidden in the leaves.