Suta - Custom Jutsu - Punch of the Punctured Heart - B Rank

Punch of the Punctured Heart

B ranked Jutsu

Suta's eyes flickered, he yawned and stretched still lying down. He brought himself to a sitting position on his bed. It's warm fabric cushined him well all night. He hadn't been in many fights recently, actualy Suta was more prone to fights but these past wo weeks hadn't shown any real fights. "Real" In this context meaning that he hadn't faught any ninjas, just the occasional lunatic.

His feet touched the ground and he pulled himself up, letting the sheets he slept under to fall to the bed. Suta had a nack for being, whats the word, "untidy." He left the sheet and walked to his cubberd rubbing his eyes. Before opening it though he seperated his legs and performed the splits. His hands were placed on the ground and he forced himself up. Even at his increasing age he was still as flexible as he was when he was a kid. He brought himself up to a handstand position and did some hand-stand pushups.

He let his feet fall so they were ontop of the bed and he continued to do regular pushups. He fliped off of the bed and infront of his cubberd. The door was opend by his hands firmly grasping the handles, and in one movement, opend wide. His hands sliped slyly along the clothing as he picked out today's "casual" wear. He took a teal - blue colored shirt from his closet and placed it over his head and onto his body. He oped a drawer and picked out a green set of pants, nice warm comfertable green pants. He put them on and begun ihs work on his mask. When that was firmly on his face he tied his headband to his forehead and made sure to hear the zipping noise it made when he pulled on the coth on the back to tighten it.

He walked to the door and almost walked into his sandels, not his usual wear of the day at all. In fact, had Suta no been wearing his mask and headband, he would look like another average joe in society. He was grateful of his, "attractive" appearence. His hand firmly griped the doorknob and he pulled it behind him to reveal a rising sun. He closed his eyes for the sun was facing him, face to face. He turned his head away as he walked out with his hand at his side.

Most people waved at him, some ignored him as he walked by, but Suta didn't bother himself with that affair. He kicked a rock on the ground and brought himself to walk to the waterfall that he usualy went to for meditation and training purposes.

His sandeled feet touched the moist ground as he walked along the side of the spring, coming to the waterfall. He found himself thinking about the rising disturbence of Leaf and Mist. Who knew when they would break out into war and the Mist Seven Swords would come into effect again. That would rain actual hell on eavryone in Leaf. The tension that arose in the kage's hearts was growing ever stronger as both sides denied sending troups off to fight and ninjas off to attack caravans. It bothered him alote!

He sat down near the waterfall, it's deafening roar more... soothing then aggrevating. And there he saw a beutiful girl, dressed in a pimnk kimono, she had a closed umbrela on her shoulder. Simply seeing her brought up joy in Suta's eyes, and heart. For the woman standing near the water fall, looking down it's roaring falls, was Karei.

Suta found himself, almost instictively walking towards her. He approched her quickly and she noticed this and turned. They grabbed each other and kissed. They seperated, reluctently, and Suta was the first to talk.

"I'm sorry for taking so long... the Kage has kept me... busy, with recon missions. Most of wich fruitless." *Fruitless* wat a corny word, Suta absolutly did NOT use those words often.

"I have been quite occupied at the hopital myself, more and more injured are coming in, the wounds are getting more serious." She seemed sad when she said that and Suta knew that Karei had a close friend recently injured. But still, THAT was a phrase!

Suta could barly hear the waterfall anymore, his thought too distracted on other things. He kissed Karei again, this time shorter for she had to seperate them with her index finger.

"I need to get back to the hospital" She said as she turned tail and begun to walk away. Suta said his, polite, goodbyes and they bith went seperate ways, well Suta just stayed put.

He looked at the water fall, wich had gotten louder, this meaning that thoughts were draining from his head. But soon drained thoughts begin to drain quicker and all can become silent. His legs were already in the meditating position as the sound already begun to fade away. A slight humm broke threw from his lips and Suta thought of a broken twig. That was a real sound.

His head swiftly snapped to the side as he looked at the direction of the snap, this made him think of something... o well, maybe that thought would come back to his head later. Unless he drained them all out again.

Suta let his feet slowly touch the ground and watch as the dust part. He had trained his whole life for one simple thing, to be respected. But he no londer craved attention or any other foolish things uch as that.

He stood waist deep in water and the loud beat of the waterfall was, yet again, no more. He tossed his head from side to side as he thought of somethings. Most of his thoughts turned to his students and Karei, his closest friend. His students, all friends to him, and excelling at the standereds of normal students. He was, dead, proud of them.

Then there was Karei, his love. He loved her so much, he would take a kunai, or sixty, for her. Suta could almost feel her warm embrace, there lips touching, there tongues dancing along with each other.

He coulden't stop a smile to show on his revealed face, it was rare for his mask to be off, for any resons besides sleeping or eating. He turned around and the, strong, steady beat of the waterfall rose into his ears again loike a roar. He walked out of the water and took off his shirt to let the bottom of it dry.

[The next part is censored by the admin of NG to all players under 18, it is so that parents don't report my site, such things are allowed with permission by me.]

Spoiler:

A great smile broke Suta's lips.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9" Suta counted quickly how many times his feet came off the ground and he could spin around. His hands were placed firmly on the ground, and whenever he performed a handstand, he would completly spin his body around and let his feet return to there former area on the ground.

Following this he sprung himself into the air and landed on his feet, his hands off to the sides. He pivoted around a tree standing in his way and left the waterfall area, the sound slowly dimminishing as he got further.

He kept walking as he noticed a twig lying on the ground. He turned tail to it but swiftly knocked his head back to see the branch. He crept closer to the branch and touched it, nothing happend, he touched it again, nothing. He touched it a third time. It broke. Suta raised an eyebrow and picked up the branch. He looked at it and noticed many others curved like it stuck in a tree. He examind this and many diffrent ideas came into his head.

He grinned, almost maleciously.

Suta, the name meant one thing. Star, he was the star or the village of leaf. He had exceeded expectations of many and was known for it. Genninlooked up to him, Academy student wished they were like him, even chuunin repected him. But friends, were rare in his case. Yet Suta has made many unbelivable things happen, he now had the one thing he had allways dreeped for, friends.

Suta-Tsuwamono seperated his legs, he slept the whole night threw and was ready to practice what was running threw his mind right now. His fist spun silently threw the air with a soft resonating sound. The victim of this malecious strike held no grudge against him, and would never hold one against him. His target was a tree. The ninja's fist dug deep within it'd wood. He aimed his angle and all went well. He twisted his wrist and a cracking sound was heard that shook the water. He pulled his fist out of the tree and looked at his knuckels. They were, or course, bleeding. But the tree was in a much worse conditon, it's peices of wood lay scatterd before Suta in a mass of splinter and bark. He shook his hands and jumped back to gain some distance.

His plan failed for the tree exploded, this is NOT what Suta wanted, he wanted the tree to twist into itself and, possibly, implode in a small way. This would have resulted in the bark and inner tree to act as a spine and punched to the heart of the tree. But of course this would be harder with bones.

Suta knew what he would call this jutsu, taijutsu. He created this jutsu out of friendship. This painful jutsu kills you instantly and ends all suffering. He named it off of his heart, and the friends he had gathered. It was like punturing his heart with live, hence the name, Punch of the Punctered Heart.

He tried countless times on diffrent trees, in the end he had created enough wood and splinters to start thousands of fires. He smiled, yet again, at his accomplishments.

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[Total Word count (So far) : 1919]

Suta Tsuwamono laid on his back, his fist was bleeding, he had it placed in cool water, the blood of the hand slowly speard among the water like thread. It's dark redness stretching out to cover the whole bowl of water. The water found a shade of dark pink. Suta's eyes turnd to look at the bowl, he didn't mind seeing blood, he actualy got very used to seeing in. Being an ANBU had it's way of, demoralizing.

Sometimes Suta felt like a machine, proggramed to murder, that was an ANBU's job, it was his job. Notice the was in the text, look on it as the past. The past, teh words flew through Suta's head, followed b the melodies of the birds.

When a person who has been infected by the death of many -atching nin die before his eyes - That person enjoys the littler things in life. The sweet song of the birds, a pest to many, but an inteligent alarm to some, a bringer of great music to few, and healers, to none.

Wrong!

ANBU found there song healing, refreshing,listneing to the sound a bird made when it's pointed beck peeps. Rang into the ears of many ANBU, Suta included. He closed his eyes to fully taste the soft music, in the distance was the squack of many other birds, creating a symphonie to those who listnd.

His eyes remaind closed, the steady song swinging through the air. The sound mixed in with that of the world, Suta's flowing chakra beat at a calmed rate. His heart, slowed. He sat on the ground.

Sleep, it creeped up on him like an ant searching for food, rest came upon him and he fellt himself falling into a deep slumber.

[Anyone feel free to join my topic, this is ment for multy people... only from leaf though.]

akarmaru feels like that he hasnt talked to his sensai in a while so he goes and tries to find him looking around the whole entire village and soon enough he found him lieing on the ground and then he went over to him and asked

hey suta what happened

akarmaru then looked at his bleeding hand and then back at him

Suta wakes up, panicked. He accidentaly spilled his bowl of pink water on the ground. This revealing his open cut, he shook his hand and looked up to Akamaru.

"Hello, long time no see, have you been on any missions recently?" He questiond, puting his cut hand into the palm of the other. He put his head back on the ground, the sky was darkend and clouds were blue, like in most nights. [The clouds arn't realy blue!]

Suta's eyes fell onto Akarmaru's as his gaze darted from hsi hand back to hsi fac. Suta smiled behind his mask, creating a strange lign around it.

no i havent been on any mission lately with the chunin exams and all but what happened to you hand sensai?

said akarmaru looking at his sensais hand then thought his sensai must have been doing some hard training

Sut alistnd as Akamaru talked,

"My hand?" He looked at it himself, he had almost forgotten it was hurt. But before answerfin, right before. He heard semething, he listned intently, or was it, noting? The birds had stopped, a wave of sadness overcame Suta's face as he shook his hurt hand.

"I was punching a tree, thats all." He said as he flug himself up.

"I am teachign myself a new jutsu!" He said proudly, putting his hand in the spring at the waterfall, his usual place to train. He wiped it off in there, after wich he kept his hand in the water to let the cool water soothe it.

oh what jutsu are you learning sensai?

akarmaru said wondering what he could have done to make his hand so bloody

Suta pulled his hand from the water and wrapped a peice of cloth around it, he wasn't much of a medic, but he supposed he might as well try his best. After wrapping it in clothe, he took into account Akarmaru's question.

"Well, a custom jutsu that I invented... I am not quite sure of what I want to name it... but I was thinking Punch of the Puncutred Heart, decidedly on what I do." He finished ihs phrase quickly and went over to stand beside Akarmaru,

"Let's take a walk." He said as he put his hand on Akarmaru's shoulder.

ok i guess we can

akarmaru started walking

Suta smiled behind his mask and brought Akarmaru along with him, there feet brushing in a gentel rythm that Suta noticed, the sounds around him were still gone, as if the earth was holding his breath.

Music...

THe world realesed it's breath as all went back to normal, the ochestra recommenced, begining with the grush of leaves, then the peeps of birds.

Suta came back into the world as Sankay almost bumbed into him, he took a step back and his grip on Akamraru weakond to nothing. He looked Sankay in the eyes as she spoke, he smiled and spoke in turn.

"Hi Sankay, how are the Chuunin exams going?" He questiond as he put his bandeged hand in his pocket withought showing any expression on his face, so that Sankay wouldn't see it.

The mask moved as he smiled. "I have been training... a new jutsu." He finished showing Sankay his hand, the bandages on his hands were clean and fresh. He lost his smile and smiled at Akarmaru.

Suta nodded, "That kid will become one great ninja." He said aloud, ignoring that Akarmaru could be beside him. He yawned behind his mask, His feet brushd teh ground slightly as he walked home. His jutsu would be as succes, if his entire plan worked out well, it would be an excelent succces.

"Punch of the puncturd Heart, not a bad name, kindof cruel but suts it well."

He laughed as he pushed open his door to find his bed. He took off his mask, heated some food, and pulled off his clothing to put on his pyjamas. He got his food from the microwave and then he ate it lavishly. Followed by a good nights sleep, something every great ninja needs and has!

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word count: 2792

Suta blinked as he woke up, he rubed his mouth to remove the saliva he had. After that, he stood up and yawned. He took up his tooth brush and waved them along his teeth, after a quick two minutes, a small amount of time a ninja should put into putting making there teeth shine. After removing hsi pyjamas, he stepped into the warm shower. Only then did he take off his bandages. His right hand was red with blood. An ANBU was trained to avoid feeling pain, these are the days that Suta begun to regret ever achieving the Sharingan and remained standing in the shower. He sighed and and cleaned his hair. After drying off he looked around and picked up his forehead protector. He grinned. This attack could end lives, no, will end lives. Suta knew this, if he hated being a ninja so much, why would he continue to push himself foreward? He sat on the ground and put his head in his hands. His clean right hand brushed through his hair as he looked around again. Finaly he looked towards the ground and sighed. Did he only hate being a ninja because he became an ANBU? He stood up and walked to his closet. Putting his clothing above his body and spun around as he raised his mask over his mouth and then tightend the head band along his forehead. walking towards his door, he grabbed the handel, then stood paralized.

Done Training.

[Use new stat system, found in Suggestions.]