The Rōnin- Naruto

Chapter 2: How The Great Have Fallen

In the middle of  the page on the picture thingy, is her in the shortened future. The far right is Kata when she joined the samurai's battalion force. Hope you like how she looks because I do and I spent a fair amount of precious time on her!! I love her hair the most, but you can't easily see it because of my LED's. :/
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Third Person

The newly pronounced rōnin paced in the snow, not knowing what to do with her life. Yes, she wanted to kill that katana wielding Uchiha, but how will she be able to torture him if she doesn't even have the capabilities to go against him?! The woman was afraid, afraid of the inevitable, her doom. She knew that the war has begun and she wouldn't have many opportunities to reinforce her status as someone to be reckoned with, but she foolishly hoped that she would be able to grow superior to a god in a matter of seconds, though of course, she was hilariously wrong, so she preceded to do what she always did in those moments of despair, cover herself in snow and meditate.

And so, she did just that. Trying to find a piece of herself that was stronger than that of herself, it didn't take but a few milliseconds. She found an olive skinned beauty with enviable flesh, not marred with ugly and humiliating scars. The beauty's features were strong but also delicate, with a curved nose and eyes that had happiness and joy radiating in the pupils, though as soon as that image radiated something akin to light, the mirror shattered, leaving behind a woman that emitted despair and loneliness. The woman clenched her eyes shut, not being able to look a second more. She chanted in her mind, ' You are a rock, steady and hard, you are a rock in a river, being cleansed of your sins and impurities, you are a rock in a river that radiates life, you are not alone.'

Kata then choked on a stray snowflake and ruined her meditative state, eyes slowing opening with oculars that were drowsily raging, her mouth curled into a scowl once the coughing fit was deemed over, only to ruin her disgruntled face with another saccharine cough. Her sojourn to her mind space was over and she could only feel annoyingly refreshed, knowing reality was to be bathed upon her, unwillingly.

The rōnin ungracefully rolls in the snow, molding the pure white snow with blood cells left to rot and be useless in the newly impure snow. She laughs in spite of this, finding it to be amusing, the rolling. Once refreshed, she started to think of the scope of her abilities, knowing them to be of little use to her claimed adversary.

In her mind she listed off:

Chakra infused blades

Water Typhoon ( needs large water source)

Water Release: Wild Water Wave (little control)

Water Clone Technique ( up to 3)

Typhoon Water Vortex Technique (needs further examination)

Instant Water (in construction)

Medical Water Release: Jellyfish (subject might be stung on occasion, turned into a gag joke; need jellyfish)

Water Release: Hiding Rain Technique

Water Release: Water Pillar ( up to 30 ft)

Water Release: Water Blade Technique

Kata opted out of some of her more unfavorable jutsu for safety and privacy reasons, key to her meaning: ' I attempted (insert jutsu) and might've fried/filleted a few of my accomplices.' The rōnin sweat dropped thinking of a few of her many memories of occurrences that proved fallible , one of which proved to have a subordinate side eying her every time they were stationed together, but he was sexist even before the incident. She decided not to dilly dally any longer and practice a few jutsu that proved to be a challenge for dear ole miss Gin.

Snake-Ram-Monkey-Boar-Horse- Tiger
"Fire Style: Flame Bombs!" Instantaneously, the flame burst out of her mouth, singeing her unaware tongue. The oversized bullet evaporated the snow surrounding the flame, and suddenly, the bullet whipped around to betray it's user and set her aflame in scorching heat. Kata stared wide eyed before she took retreat, the fiery bullet pursued. The rōnin, disassociating herself, began to laugh uncontrollably, humored by the situation rather than petrified. Curious. Kata focused her hands on the sign,
Tiger-Snake-Rat-Snake-Tiger, simultaneously exploding the words, "Water Release: Water Formation Wall!!" The flaming bullet collided with the crudely misshapen excuse of a water formation wall and steam fizzled out, indicating the bullet was extinguished.

The female examined her chakra, finding it to be a Quarter eighth empty, finding her sur le point control exciting, turns out that sadistic god had given her something useful after all (you know, besides her life). Kata harrumphed in victory, maybe she could go against that Kekkei Genkai freak! Once she calmed her uneven breathing, she set to work.

Meaning: Get off this mountain and somehow become uber powerful in a week or something. Now that she was a self proclaimed Rōnin, she didn't have to solely utilize her chakra enhanced blades, she'd be able to show her ninjutsu prowess, even with such little chakra natured jutsu other than water release and some wind, though the nature would always blow a patch of her hair out. Earth release was no better because she'd get herself a free ticket to Mud-slide Utopia. Kata would prefer not to think about Lightning Release. With such variety, it really is a wonder why she didn't pummel that team of outcasts of Orochimaru. Kimimaru would have been a better fit, with his flexibility (get it?) but I'm pretty sure the lugger is dead, like his sorrowful clan. Once she descended the mountains Sanrō (Three Wolves), she sought out either the infamous Jōmae Village, or the Curtain Village to find answers on the Fourth Shinobi War, since she was literally supposedly dead for almost a week and for shinobi, times-a-ticking constantly for them.

Kata would rather venture to the Jōmae Village due to The Land of Silence, where the Curtain Village is located, being on a whole entirely different continent!! The Jōmae Village would never voluntarily give her information though, she'd only get conned into giving the shinobi native to the Jōmae Village hers! So with reluctance, she placed herself on the ocean, flailing like a clumsy duckling, so instead, she preceded to clasp her hands in the movements:

Snake-Ram-Horse-Hare-Ram-Horse-Hare-Snake-Rat and chanted, "Water Prison Technique: Encasement" a jutsu she had made herself. The sphere of chakra infused water encased her figure, leaving her to look like a hamster in a wheel, a blue one, but one nonetheless.

She rolled from sunset to sunrise towards her goal, The Land of Silence. With such time spent in tranquility, she spent her time lamenting on what the future holds. Knowing little to nothing on the war, she expected that the Land of Fire would be the center of it all. Seeing as they only know how to elect senile officials and mindlessly disregard shinobi with exceptional talent, they'd obviously encounter a mind boggling amount of enemies focused on them due to their callousness. In the tranquility, she had exhausted herself out-of-the-count a number of times, blacking out into the water and resurrecting only to find herself gasping for air to encounter salt water rushing into her liquid depraved mouth more than she'd care to admit. Which resulted in her sprinting up to the water in a hurry.

Finally, she saw the makings of a coastline and started to fret over what she looked like, then she remembered that the village was entirely made up of bandits and rogues, they wouldn't care if a beaver that could talk ran amok in the land, so long as the beaver knew construction. Kata calmed herself into her normal psyche, which wasn't much better, but it was improvement. Once the water began thinning in to sand infested with black soil, the rōnin, being entranced, did not notice the presence of another being. She was not human though, rather, a mountain lion and her feline pupils narrowed in haughty disbelief.

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Well that is over, anyhoo how do you like the OC? Next chapter we gonna get psychological