Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25072069-20161228230349/@comment-26021384-20161229013611

It's been a while since anyone heard anything from Shinra. He had holed himself up within his workshop and decided to get busy with something important to himself as the sounds of explosions and gears whirring could be heard at odd hours of the day. The red haired genin had been practicing with something he had discovered that he had the capability to do, but did not have the means to understand what it was or how to describe it. But that's a story for the future when Shinra improved his powers.

Today he had decided to get out of his workshop, sell a bunch of the new tools he had manufactured and rake in some income for his own living expenses and anything for his team. There was also the fact he needed to finish his trainign with the Scythe Weasel Technique. But as he was leaving his workshop he found a missive from Nura Yamanaka, the bubbly and chipper girl from his team. As time went on, Shinra had become less radiant, but remained a good soul. People called him Little Mountain, Lonely Mountain, Little Conqueror among other things that made it seem as though he were one to stand out and at the edge of a crowd. It was true that he had become a bit more forlorn and a realist in the past couple of years, but that was how many ninja matured, they changed and adapted.

He cracked a smile and put the message away, leaving the tools he was going to sell at the side and went back in to get out of his casual clothes and dress up in the new outfit he had invested in. He threw on a top that stopped halfway down his stomach as he normally wore, but this time it had one sewn in sleeve that went all the way to his fingers, looping around his middle finger only and back over the palm in black. Over his shoulders was a cowl that had two small belts on it and was black with golden square angular the cowl's opening had a belted metallic symbol which rested on his shoulder.

Instead of the team instinct jacket, he had adapted his cowel and metal buckle on the cowl to bear the symbol of his team. On his lower body he sported pants that were baggy enough for the arid climate of the Hidden Sand village, along with a belt with a silver loop that held straps of leather that were red, white, gold and black that went over his black and gold stitched pants. There were red tassles hung from the belt around his waist. Over his feet were closed tabi like those that a kung fu master would wear.

He gathered up his inventory for combat, a pair of metal folding fans that hung from holsters on the sides of his pants. In a holster around his thigh were a set of fourteen shuriken, in another holster were six kunai, one of which had an explosive tag tied to it. In a back pouch he had two more explosive tags folded up along with three blood pills, and a smoke bomb, along with a spool of flexible and durable wire next to the pouch.

Gathering up everything he needed, Shinra tied his headband around his neck, putting a new eyepatch on, a sash of fabric that matched the patterns of his outfit that went over his right eye and across his left cheek.

Within minutes he would arrive on the scene to find Nura dancing about, giving another smile, "Hello Nura, I suppose you are ready to begin our little fight? I hope you won't mind me testing out a new jutsu while we fight." He was going to do it anyways, and he intended to begin almost immediately, drawing out his fans and stepping forward with his right foot, pointing the toes outward with his heel pointed back toward his body, his left foot mirroring it in a perpendicular manner. He brought his right arm upwards overhead, bent at the elbow while his left arm was held backwards, pointed his folded fan forwards directly at her, assuming a dual fan fighting position.