And just like that, he had overslept once again.
It wasn't a surprise at this point in his life, his adolescent years were meant to be exploited by staying up to the brink of dawn and waking with the sun setting. For the average person, being bombarded in the face by a passing school of krill would spark many questions and be strange to say the least, but Ōsharu knew this too well as his mother's attempts at waking him. Tired, annoyed, and sick of having dozens of antennae brushing gingerly across his face, he gripped the top part of a clam that resided on a table next to his bed and began flailing away, their tight-knit formation dispersing instantly to flee from harm before reforming a few feet away, the process of fleeing led the krill to head out of the door-less doorway. Peace at last. Finally he was alone once more, but this was short lived as the deafening sound of a pygmy sperm whale vocalizing out in the distance filled his room. Flopping over onto his stomach, Ōsharu dropped the clam and covered his head with a pillow to block out the noise, yet with no prevail. At this point he was wide awake and trying to go back to sleep was futile. First his mother with the krill and now his father with his "pet" whale, this day was proving to be the complete opposite of restful. Though what was a good shinobi if he or she were asleep? Allowing his body to float lifeless up from his bed toward the surface, he slipped out from under his blanket that bore the crest of the Kōkkai and proceeded to swim toward the "bathroom".
It was weird to call a place at the bottom of the sea a "bathroom" considering how every sea creature defecated in the same place where they ate, but who was anyone that didn't live their to judge? The sun reflecting off of the water's surface above provided just enough light to shimmer down through the glass ceiling to illuminate the "bathroom" so as to allow Ōsharu to commence his daily routing:
- Three (3) minutes of brushing his teeth
- Three (3) minutes of removing his clothing and washing up with a bar of soap infused with sea salt. (Really good for the skin of Kōkkai members)
- Three (3) minutes of practicing his royal speech in the mirror to ensure accuracy and authority.
To an outsider, watching him go through his daily routine would be an amazement because Ōsharu typically floated in every angle possible simply out of boredom. Swimming back to his bedroom, the outfit of the day plagued his mind. What to wear. What to wear. Since becoming royalty, items such as his favorite pair of pants with cuts at the knees were out the window because of his so called "image" that he had to uphold. Kirigakure's weather was hardly ever a problem because regardless of what it was like his body would need to warm itself up after breaching the surface simply because his clothes would be wet and would more than likely stay damp for the majority of the day depending on how thick the mist was on such a day. Nevertheless his usual attire would do the trick, he put on a pair of charcoal grey pants and a black top. Comfortability and ease of movement were guaranteed. His face dropped as he turned to look at his room before turning to leave out the door, a complete mess and definitely a pet peeve of his.
The pile of bowls that stacked in the corner of his room were the first to go, his appetite now a days was insatiable and proved as a testament to the nickname "Whale's Stomach" which he resented by the way. Various candy wrappers from the surface world that were trapped underneath the weight of rocks so as to not pollute the waters were next to get cleaned. All that was left was his bed, his most sentimental and prized possessions. Ōsharu took some pride in making his bed, more specifically spreading out his blanket which bore his clan's symbol. Just seeing it in full proved a passionate moment for him because without being born into such a clan he wouldn't be able to enjoy all of which he had accomplished up until this point.
The clam was truly last to get placed away because every morning Ōsharu would take a moment to reflect on the sea jewel that grew inside of it, it was intended for a special someone on a special day, but the life of a shinobi did not guarantee such an event would arise. Thus, he placed it on his bedside table and hoped to see it whenever it was that he'd make his return.
Connected through various underwater passageways to the main clan compound was what was known as the coliseum, a massive circular arena that seated the entirety of the clan during times of festivals and trainings and the occasional announcement made by the head of the clan. The rapid currents that ran the course of the passageways made for a swift transportation from one area to another, this being Ōsharu's preferred method of travel on his days off, thus arriving at the coliseum in a matter of a few minutes. Rows upon rows of seats empty per usual seeing as most didn't make use of these facilities unless directed to, but the boy held no resentment to this, more space to get things done without hassle.
The center of the circular arena is where the boy stood viewing a scroll, typically paper based objects would be mush when water is involved, but what was held was a reengineered scroll developed by the Kōkkai using principles found in Amegakure and made famous by their "Angel". Definitely a useful bit of technology for these sea bearing individuals. With the contents of the scroll memorized the boy rolled it back into it's original form and placed it back into his hip pouch, it's contents depicting use of the infamous Shadow Clone Technique who's origins traced back to the time of the second hokage. Yet, now it lay in the hands of one of Kirigakure's rising stars and great use of it he would definitely make. The indication that he was ready to start the technique was his hands crossing to form a "+", the clone seal, the focal point for his chakra being the intersection between the two hands.
A mass of bubbles shrouded the area rather than smoke because of the underwater environment, but what lay in it's wake left the boy confused and dumbfounded. "What the.. What have I done? No... Maybe it was.. The water pressure?" Standing before him at roughly three (3) feet in height with oversize heads were three miniature versions of Ōsharu, each dawning pupil-less eyes though in their place giant golden stars and a big cheesy smile. The Chibi, a monstrosity that plagued the world typically in cartoon drawings, but now brought to life through means of jutsu. "Ehh, what are you three supposed to be?" A stream of bubbles escaping his mouth as he spoke, something that brought to the attention of the Chibi Bunshin that they were submerged in water. Frantically, they grabbed at their throats and flailed their legs around as if they were succumbing to the sense of drowning. Face met palm and palm met face as the genin looked at his creations through the gaps in his fingers, a certain sense of shame fell upon him.
"You know you can breath underwater, idiots..." Upon hearing these words the three chibi froze for a brief second before laughing widely, their hands at their bellies as they floated around Ōsharu. The full capabilities of the technique not fully understood, but what was understood was that ... ... ... Actually no, nothing was understood at this point . . .
[ Exit ]
- Jutsu Trained:
Chibi Bunshin no Jutsu | Little Child Clone Technique
Word Count Needed: 700
Word Count: 1324
Ryo Gained: 30