To Become Great... [Raiz]

Ichiro stood at the edge of the desert. He watched as the few travelers passed by and a the few who just seemed completely lost and exhausted. He couldn't waste much time so he tossed them a sack of water and headed of towards the cave. It was….a safe place. Not like he was actually cave dwelling but here he could test his abilities without any worry of collateral damage basically accidents.

No he didn't tell anyone where he was going to be, he gave his family the usual half smile and said he was off training and no further questions were asked. No one seemed to notice his usually disappearance from home so he didn't expect much to happen. The chef lit a torch and went deeper and deeper into the cave as he had to retrieve something. He had it buried under dirt in the center of the cave. It was the infamous recipe to green tea and uh the more important thing, everything he could find about his clan in the village and stuff about himself. He couldn't get everything since some stuff he assumed would be locked away in a file cabinet and guarded in the kage’s office nor did he want to just go ask for it. Ichiro wanted to do this all by himself and so he kinda “borrowed” everything related to Jugo he could literally get his hands on. This was something he didn't want people to know about...he was a monster or well trying not to become one. He figured what's the worst that could happen and well because of the way his mind works he thought of probably getting put under watch...maybe even some form of an asylum. Heck maybe death but that was the most unlikely.

Anyway he examined each and every book he could he had. If you want a description of this weird cave hideout it was lit around in torches in a room only accessible via well Hiding like a mole since you know underground cave and all. Ichiro examined all the information about the rages more than anything and tried to figure out if he had any. Truthfully he couldn't really say no. If he really counted those temper tantrums as a kid and the occasional yelling at other chefs….and trying to fight everyone in the village, then yeah he was probably experiencing those side effects. Either way Ichiro had all he needed as he got up and added the last piece to this collection. A scroll.

The contents of this scroll was for him and for him only containing all the notes he collected on himself since his discovery, the wings, the cannons, the color of his skin, and the sudden feeling of just wanting to destroy everything. He simply placed that there and got up. He used the hiding like a mole technique and left the place returning to the surface which was just the middle of the desert. Well not the middle, he was still pretty damn close to the village. The redhead closed his eyes and began to slowly take deep breaths and exhaling slowly as he let the transformation happen. He felt his body change and his hair growing longer to accommodate this look. All the while the impulse of just going beserk was there but he didn't let it up, not one bit whatsoever he just kept fighting it back until he felt like it was gone...for now. If one thing he learned it was that this...ability was actually pretty great minus the whole going crazy part. Other than all the things he could do with this like flying he found the chakra cannons to be more useful. Don't get him wrong growing wings and shit and being able to fly is pretty damn awesome but that's not really offensive. The “lasers” was really the best part. He was being able to shoot bursts of energy and that was something no one else could do or well as far as he knew.

Everything about his clan he collected is just now below him and he guessed it was just an impulse when he formed two cannons and repeatedly blasting them at the ground with no care in the world. “JUST GO AWAY!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, very loudly, like so loud it could have been a sonic cry or something. You get the idea it was just loud. Who was he shouting at? He wasn't sure himself he just really wanted to blast that stuff to hell. So he was now going crazy and just blasting stuff in the desert for about thirty minutes until he calmed down. Huh it was actually happening, Sweet. After that “tantrum” of his he had to calm down and focused on what was more important and by that it is his actually physical being. Those exam questions just got him thinking. Thinking about how would this and this actually go and what he would really do and blah blah blah. The real part was the last one….did he really want to be a jounin? Skipping from Genin to Jounin was a big deal and him going against more skilled shinobi was also a really big deal. He was lowkey entering this for fun and see how far he could go before he ultimately failed. However after taking that first part he realized this wasn't all fun and games.

It was the fact of failing? How would he be treated? Would be go home kid you shouldn't have entered anyway or Hey you tried your best don't be down. Okay he shouldn't have entered this he wasn't ready...he's weak. There were too many what ifs that was bothering him like what if...he just lost control and went on a rampage? He wasn't really ready for this. It was more on the level of just not wanting to be a shinobi at all. He fired more and more of those “lasers” into the sky now realizing how late it is. He was really losing his nindo at this point...to impress everyone, to be admired was just a child dream. In truth that was never really it...he just..he just really didn't know. Ichiro sighed at the thought as it actually finally hit him.

He could have cared less for all those things what would it actually do for him? “Strength and Knowledge….strength and...Knowledge.” He glimpsed back to his first meeting with the kazekage and then he got it. No it's not the whole I want to become the Kazekage thing. Let's get that straight, Ichiro couldn't do the whole public thing. The chef let rubbed the back of his neck as he continued to look at the setting sun. “I want to become like him huh...to become...great?” He still wasn't sure. He abandoned that principle a bit ago. “To become great….” What was greatness anyway? To die for the village...to protect and serve...or something else...more selfish reasons rather than the selfless. Other was it the other way around. Was it trust? He just wouldn't never know. He couldn't become great without knowing...just another question without an answer.

He fired more of those lasers again and again not really knowing what to do other than self reflect. He decided it was best to just continue this ability with the lasers and see what he can do with that. He wanted to know the exact limits of how much he can shoot at a time and the speed of everything. Ichiro removed his shirts and got to work. The inner workings of his clan’s kekkei genkai needed to be pushed to the limits so he started with a cannon.

The first cannon was easy, it was made without even a thought..it was just there when he needed it. The cannon was a bit large in size as it extended from his back and faced to the front of him and that was done. He could feel the extension as it was literally part of him now...so he made a lot more. The cannons moved and molded into shape as he examined each one. Then he began to charge up. It wasn't as fast as he thought it was going to charge up like, he expected to be instant but it really wasn't. He couldn't exactly figure out how much he was charging up either than than it was being charged slowly and taking a very long time. There was also the problem of that he couldn't charge all of the cannon extensions on him all at the same time but at most only two. Which caused this to be a very long and boring process. He figured if this was an actual fight he wouldn't even have got to chance to even shoot the lasers let alone even have the time to charge it.

He had been able to get a good amount of energy stored but it just wasn't exactly the amount he wanted. Heck he could have gotten more if he really tried but even then that wasn't exactly enough or ideal. Ichiro just released the amount of energy he had gathered only to be slightly disappointed at the result. It wasn't some all powerful blast of energy or anything, it was just...well...energy. He couldn't help but feel like he was doing something wrong. If he wanted to create a large blast he needed more power...more chakra...and a lot more nature energy than his first attempt.
It was now night time as he was now laying in the sand looking at the stars. It was actually peaceful and well...peaceful. This was a new development for him...to be at peace despite all the problems he seemed to have. Family stuff, clan stuff, shinobi stuff were all problems. The thing that really bothered him was how he felt people would look at him, what he was expected to be and well...just how to be great.

So yeah...he's laying in the sand at night.

WC= 1698

It got boring so he got up. Shot lot's of more stuff and I mean at the ground. Shooting random animals is cruel....and then he went home to get some rest.

TWC= 1730

Words toward Multiple Lotus nonself connected Cannon
Claiming 8 stats bleh.

My patience died

Sure.