[Ōshi Shoji]

	The Winter Glassblowing Festival When I Was Young, It Was Nothing Like This...
TAGGED WORDS OTHER	The sand was so thick in the air, Shoji could taste it with each breath. He rarely found himself leaving his office, and returning to the cold, dogmatically structured buildings of the Ōshi clan’s sector of the village. The streets were clean, organized, and laid out with perfect and precise planning. The quiet lights of a few glass kilns remained lit, even in the evening. There were paper lanterns and lights hung all throughout the street, making the dreary appearance of the haunting Ōshi complex appear much brighter than usual. Shoji was dressed plainly, he wore thick, wireframe glasses which sat crooked on his broken nose. His left arm was in a sling, nursing a recent injury. His simple white kimono, dark hakama, and choppily cut hair gave him a very plain appearance compared to the bright festive colors. The Ōshi clan’s sigil had been embroidered into the sleeves of his top, making it clear that this was his home district. Shoji stopped at the mouth of the Ōshi clan’s complex, dodging the crowded streets, filled with vendors, restaurant goers, and street artisanry. Shoji, having been ordered by Arashi to take time healing his wounds, was on a forced vacation. That damn woman, Shoji cursed to himself, half heartedly. She was right, that he needed some time to rest. Shoji, when he wasn’t acting as the Captain of the ANBU, served as an assistant instructor at Sunagakure’s Academy as an alias to protect his identity. In reality, very few people even knew that he was one of the few inheritors of the clan’s Kekei Tota, the Haton Release. As a child, the Ōshi Clan had been impoverished and festivals, like the winter glass blowing festival, were non-existent. Even into adulthood, it was hard to get the older clan members to authorize something like this. The current clan head, young as he was, promoted culture sharing and thus festivals like these started popping up throughout the year, to share the Ōshi glass blowing. He had sent out an invitation and permission slip to the parents of his students, allowing them to take a guided trip through the district, to take in the culture and artisanry of the Clan. Who knows? If they were lucky, perhaps they could even meet the leader of the Ōshi Clan. The sounds of glass being blown, the clanking of hammers on metal, and the chatter of young people playing festival games left Shoji remembering how dreadful these streets had been not even ten years ago. His cold heart was just a little warmer seeing young clansmen with their even younger children, enjoying the festivities as families. It was special moments like this, that Shoji risked his life to protect every day. When he was young, he had been robbed of his chance to live a happy childhood, thus it brought him joy when the young people were able to grow up, in peace. Shoji stilled his thoughts and leaned against the gate that served as the divider for the Ōshi Clan’s sector of the village and the village proper, looking for the students who had turned in their permission slips. "I hope they remembered to bring their own pocket money this time…I don’t have the salary to be paying for everyone again…like last time” Shoji grumbled to himself as he secured his messenger bag that was slung over his side. It held some of his Shinobi tools and his own pocket money. SPOILER: Click to show SA Referenced: None Jutsu Used: None
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[Aeru Nayu]

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Nayu adjusted her bamboo mouth cover as she walked toward the gate that separated the Ōshi Clan’s sector from the rest of the village. The warm glow of lanterns lit the streets, reflecting off the glass ornaments hanging in various stalls. The sight was mesmerizing.
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The district's organized, precise layout stood in stark contrast to the bustling, chaotic streets she usually navigated. Everything here was designed with purpose, from the clean streets to the strategic placement of the glowing kilns. Yet the warmth of the festival softened its rigid appearance, giving it a strange sense of balance.
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As she approached the gate, her pale pink eyes caught sight of a figure leaning nearby, someone she vaguely recognized. The man looked familiar, like someone she had seen in the Kazekage’s office once or twice when she accompanied her father, or was it somewhere else? His presence had always been fleeting, just a passing shadow she hadn’t thought to question. He seemed out of place now, standing quietly at the edge of the festivities, his disheveled appearance at odds with the carefully curated celebration.
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Nayu paused briefly before continuing forward. The sand within her mouthguard stirred and spilled into the air, forming her words in neat, flowing letters: "Good evening. I am here for the tour. Is this the correct meeting spot?"
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She glanced around, noticing the festival’s many colors reflected in the polished glass trinkets displayed at the nearby stalls. For a moment, her thoughts wandered to her abilities, the Kekkei Genkai that she had only just begun to explore. The memory of her first success at creating a piece of glass with her chakra was still fresh. She wondered if the artisans here could feel the same connection she had felt, the same spark of creation.
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Drawing her focus back, Nayu adjusted her position slightly, ensuring she wasn’t blocking the flow of foot traffic. Her hands brushed the edges of her kimono, fingers lingering on the checkered obi as she waited patiently, watching the swirling colors and lights of the festival ahead.
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砂操作 | Suna Sōsa [lit. Sand Manipulation]
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Having embraced the Aiel Clan's Hijutsu from a tender age due to her inability to communicate through speech, Nayu has meticulously honed her skills over the years. Demonstrating a remarkable proficiency, she seamlessly commands any available sand with ease, showcasing her abilities both in and out of combat situations. What was once a skill demanding intense concentration has evolved into second nature for Nayu, reflecting an instinctual understanding acquired through a combination of theoretical knowledge and dedicated practice.
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玻遁 | Haton [lit. Glass Release]
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Nayu has inherited her father's Ōshi Clan's KKG. This exceedingly rare fusion of Doton, Katon, and Raiton enables Nayu to manifest an array of glass formations, from protective barriers to reflective surfaces and even animated constructs. These creations exhibit diverse capabilities, often culminating in explosive bursts or the unleashing of searing molten glass.

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[Ōshi Shoji]

	The Winter Glassblowing Festival Kiln Lights & Quiet Nights
TAGGED WORDS OTHER	It was just about time for them to Start, When a young lady approached where he was relaxing. He straightened his posture and tried not to flinch when he moved his injured arm. A young lady, whom he recognized as soon as he caught a glimpse of her pink peepers, came casually walking over to his perch. The little bamboo mouth guard she wore began to leak sand, which slowly floated about to form words. Shoji read her message and nodded curtly, pushing up his thick lensed glasses as the slid down the bridge of his nose. "Good evening Lady Nayu, you've come to the right place, absolutely!" he informed her in an awkwardly chipper tone. He was not, by nature, a cheerful person; however, when it came to playing his role as an academy instructor, he tended to be on the more bubbly side.  Shoji dug through his messenger back with his free, uninjured arm, looking for the copies of the permission slips he had been given. He thumbed few the first few pages before finding a copy of Ms. Aeru Nayu's permission slip, signed by her mother. "How's your father been? I haven't seen him in a while, I hope you all have been well," He offered kindly, his scarred face making his grin somewhat toothy.  Other children in Nayu's class began to arrive, which had Shoji going amongst the children and checking to be sure that he had a valid permission slip for each of them. After he had confirmed each of their signed slips, he turned to the class. "Good evening everyone! Today we will be taking a tour of the Ōshi Clan's Glassblowing Festival! We'll get to see some glass being made, by hand, and hopefully you'll learn a thing or two about craftsmanship," He announced rather loudly as he looked over his shoulder before waving the class to follow him into the complex. "Follow me please," he waved his good arm, gesturing for them to enter the compound.  The walked a short while before they came up to his grandfather's old shop, which was manned by his younger cousin, Ōshi Koichi. "Koichi, glad that you could get the kiln up and running before today" Shoji greeted his cousin with a pat on the shoulder as he shoveled coals into the kiln. "Gather round students, this is my cousin Ōshi Koichi, and expert glass artisan and our first stop today on the tour" Shoji introduced his cousin who respectfully bowed to the crowd.  Koichi grabbed one of the tall metal blowpipes and began getting to work, dabbing the end into the vat of molten glass, as he swirled it around, collecting molten glass on the end of the pipe before taking it out to show the class. "Here, you can see how Koichi takes the glass and is collecting it so that he can start adding layers of colored glass." Shoji explained as the artisan rolled the hot molten glass into colored silica dust that would vulcanize into layers of colored glass. "This sort of artisanry is unique to our village, in fact, there use to be a very powerful Shinobi skill that developed using the Ōshi glass; however, very few are able to harness this ability," Shoji explained as he raised an eyebrow in Nayu's direction. She, like he, had developed the very rare ability to manipulate glass with their chakra. Just having the ability drew lots of eyes to her , as the ability was so rare. Shoji kept a watchful eye on the students as the glass making demonstration went on.  SPOILER: Click to show SA Referenced: None Jutsu Used: None
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[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

Now. Senshi wasn't an Academy Student. No, and she never really had that many friends in the Oshi clan except for Mr. Asa who seemed to have went missing over the years. However, that didn't mean she was going to be showing up for the fun. "Scuse me!~ Pardon!" She says, shuffling past a few people as she wanders about the glass blowing festival, watching the people gathered round utilizing their tools to make beautiful almost bubble like shapes that gradually cooled down. To make all of those wonderful things like beakers, and glasses, and bottles. Glass panes.

Up until she saw Mr. Shoji, welcoming everyone and giving them a tour. Senshi found herself slowly adjusting her Sunagakure headband along her neck, before she looks upwards at the tall man, who seemed to be collecting permission slips. Blinking a few times, she slowly leans forward, reaches into her back pocket pouch and slowly puts a bag of lukewarm gummy bears into his hand, and 1000 ryo in coins. "Really happy to be here mister." She says with a bright wink, her tongue slightly sticking out as she slowly looks to see how they were making the colored glass.

Her eyes shining like diamonds. "Woaaaah!~ Is that how they did it? I always thought they just went Awhoo. Awhoo!" She says, making her hands into a pipe shape as she blows into it, "And then just smoothed it out." She says, thinking glass was made kind of like how lava cooled down, spreading all flat like.

[Burokon Zakku]

// Zakku //

I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic
Tell me, does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate into oblivion
Into oblivion

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Zakku had never willingly been let into the compound except to get Senshi.  Or when his old genin team got caught tagging the wall.  Good times.  Taking a hit from his blunt and making sure his arm was still attached the blue haired shinobi walked into the festival.  It'd been a long time since he'd been to a festival.  There was that one in another village when Ayukawa and him had gone on a mission.  It was fun and he got jumped on by an orange cat.  

Seeing a familiar blonde hair walk by Zakku stopped and turned around to see Senshi apologizing politely and making her way to the tour of the glassblowing.  "This could be fun."  Flicking the remains of his blunt away and followed her.  Seeing the gummy bears she'd left in Shojis hand Zakku sighed and left money with a blunt.  "Keep the change."  He replied tossing a gummy bear into his mouth as he shot Shoji some finger guns as he walked after Senshi.  

Placing a hand on Senshis head Zakku would lean on the barrier keeping them away from the glass blowers.  "No.  I think this takes a bit more skill than what we usual assume."  He flashed a quick smile before looking back at the glass blowers.  "I bet if you tipped them more gummy bears they'd let you try."  Zakku said knowing what he was gonna encourage and he planned on watching how it unfolded if it did.  One of these days this stuff would come back to bite him but today wasn't that day.  He hoped.

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[Aeru Nayu]

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Nayu watched the man at the gate as he nodded in response to her sand-formed message, his polite yet awkward demeanor catching her attention briefly before she looked away, letting her gaze wander over the glowing lanterns and busy festival stalls. The hum of kilns and the occasional melodic chime of glass ornaments filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was both warm and captivating.
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When the man casually mentioned her father, her expression remained neutral as her gaze returned to him, though her fingers instinctively brushed the edge of her checkered obi. Her sand stirred again, forming a polite response: "I’m not sure. I hope Papa is well, wherever he is now."
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The words floated gently before dissipating into the warm evening air. She kept her feelings guarded, even as a pang of uncertainty crept into her thoughts. It had only been a few months since her father had stepped down as Kazekage, and his sudden departure remained an unanswered question in her life. She wished she knew where he had gone—or if he planned to return—but the silence left her to hope, nothing more.
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As the group began to move forward, Nayu focused her attention on the present. The workshop they entered soon captured her full interest. Watching Koichi's work was mesmerizing; the molten glass glowed like a small sun at the end of the blowpipe.
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The mention of a rare shinobi skill involving glass caught her attention, her sand stirring once more to form a quiet question: "What skill?"
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Was he perhaps referring to the bloodline of the Ōshi clan?
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砂操作 | Suna Sōsa [lit. Sand Manipulation]
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Having embraced the Aiel Clan's Hijutsu from a tender age due to her inability to communicate through speech, Nayu has meticulously honed her skills over the years. Demonstrating a remarkable proficiency, she seamlessly commands any available sand with ease, showcasing her abilities both in and out of combat situations. What was once a skill demanding intense concentration has evolved into second nature for Nayu, reflecting an instinctual understanding acquired through a combination of theoretical knowledge and dedicated practice.
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玻遁 | Haton [lit. Glass Release]
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Nayu has inherited her father's Ōshi Clan's KKG. This exceedingly rare fusion of Doton, Katon, and Raiton enables Nayu to manifest an array of glass formations, from protective barriers to reflective surfaces and even animated constructs. These creations exhibit diverse capabilities, often culminating in explosive bursts or the unleashing of searing molten glass.

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[Ōshi Shoji]

	SINCE I WAS VERY YOUNG, I REALIZED I NEVER WANTED TO BE HUMAN SIZE
TAGGED WORDS OTHER	"Ah I see! Well, Im sure he is okay where ever he is,”Shoji sighed as he realized he’d touched on a sensitive subject accidental. He finished collecting the permission slips and was mid exposition when a young lady trotted up to him and handed him a baggie of Lukewarm, homogenized, gummies, along with a random assortment of Ryo coins. "Um…Okay…?” Shoji grumbled in confusion. "This tour was for the academy, but I suppose there’s no harm in you joining us,” Shoji assured the young lady as he pocketed her party favors with his one good arm, as a gesture of acceptance as he allowed Senshi to join the class. He gestured towards the gathered group of children with his arm, so she would know where to go. Shortly there after, a blue haired fellow, whom Shoji recognized, handed him a blunt and some MORE pocket change before strolling past him. One of the ANBU’s functions in the village was, funnily enough, law enforcement. Zakku might not have recognized Shoji, but he had seen Zakku in the drunk tank and hold cells enough times to recognize him, on sight. That fella was a trouble maker, through and through. His rap sheet of petty crimes and misdemeanors was long enough to fill his entire office and leave room for dessert. That being said, he was mostly harmless; however Shoji kept an eye on him as he continued explaining to the class. He slid on a leather working glove as he explained the history of the clan’s glass making. It was then that Nayu asked about the special skill he was referring to. "Ah, what skill indeed,” Shoji began, speaking with a tone of scholarly interest. "The Ōshi Clan most notably is known for their glass work; however there was once a powerful shinobi skill by the name of Haton, which allows the user to manipulate the silica in earthen materials to create chakra glass…Your father was the last known inheritor of this skill” Shoji expressed as Koichi drizzled some glass onto a sandstone work plate. Shoji, while speaking, moved behind the table to bring his portion of the demonstration. "You see, years ago children,” Shoji began, giving a glare towards Zakku, who seemed to be trying to influence Senshi into trying the glass work. "The practice of manual glass artistry takes years of practice and special tools to master; however a master of the Haton could manipulate the molten glass with their chakra.” Shoji explained as he took a tempered steel pair of pliers and began to shape the glob of goopy silica into a swoopy shape. Shoji, in fact, was one of the rare Ōshi who carried the gene to utilize the Haton. He had discovered his inherited ability while in Kaminari no Kuni during a year long redacted operation as a member of the ANBU. Consequently, in order to avoid political strife and maintain his anonymity in the black ops, Shoji was officially registered as not carrying the ability. The only people aware of his natural born prowess were Lady Arashi, her father, Lord Kiyoshi, and the clan’s leader Ōshi Shigeru. This secrecy was maintained to avoid political strife, due to the long held traditional significance of being a Haton user. Had his abilities been registered, he would have been given a strong claim for leadership amongst the very traditional Ōshi clans men. Shoji never desired such a position and, to avoid political instability and to maintain Ōshi Shigeru as their leader, his file was remanded to exclude any mention of his Haton abilities. Ironically, he was now one of the few living masters of the Haton. Shoji juggled the glass, one handed, while looking onto the crowd as he worked. "Unfortunately, the ability is so rare that no known, true bred, clansmen carry the ability any longer, thus we have to use hand tools such as these to maintain the practice of our traditional craft,” Shoji explained, some what somber in his tone as he molded the cooling glass into a pair of round, colorful, palm sized gold fish. "That aside, we’re still able to create beautiful exports such as these for the village, regardless” Shoji assured the crowd as he offered lady Nayu and Senshi his little glass fish from across the work table. After disbursing his little gifts, he would take some of the remaining glass and work it into a small thin smoking pipe. Meanwhile, Koichi blew a large orb ornament, working the traditional glass blowing while Shoji displayed hand working the glass. SPOILER: Click to show SA Referenced: None Jutsu used: None
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[Saeko Ayukawa]

The Winter Glassblowing Festival Wowwwww...soool coollll" Ayukawa had only managed to come in at the tail end of the display, but she was amazed non the less by the abilities displayed by the Oshi clan. Granted, while they were known for their skill in shifting the very foundations of the deserts and making it to the most uncanny of things, it was no less astounding. The Chunin would continue to watch as she moved behind Zakku, a calm expression resting on her face as she blinked. The Saeko would then remain silent as Shoji began to disperse gifts within the crowd, allowing herself to take in the area and it's festive nature. It was something that she could only wish Issei was there to take part in. A heavy reminder that he was no longer there. As she narrowed her eyes briefly, she'd then allow a smile to cross her lips before then gently nudging Zakku with a grin. "I didn't realize you enjoyed this kind of thing Zakku-kun....it's unlike you..." As the short haired female would giggle lightly, it allowed only for a moment of reprieve before recognizing the blonde girl who was also in the crowd. With widened eyes, she'd then gasp before recalling her encounter with the female previously, prompting her to look towards her puppet limb as it held some of the scratch marks of their brawl. Was she even allowed to be in public after that kind of display? Though by all accounts, she looked as though she were as normal as everyone else in viewing of this, leading to her scratching her head for a moment as she then shook her head. Maybe it isn't her...

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Lion's Sleep
Hunter instincts and experience on the hunt have granted Ayukawa insight into the minds of the prey she encounters. Animalistic encounters have allowed her to track and be capable of following those that she intends to target, at times giving her brief, but small insight into their intentions. While not fully developed, they have improved over her continued use and natural development, allowing her instincts to be heighten to a point where she isn't caught off-guard when activated or in an intense moment that requires a reaction. It also allows for her to at times get inside of the heads of her target, mostly due to their movements and their patterns once discovered. It is a skill that is constantly growing, though has yet to reach it's full potential.

In the Jungle
To survive in the desert, one must be able to keep up with not just the prey, but also to outrun the wild predators as well. Ayukawa training and life in the wilderness and vast landscape has prepared her for such events. Her genetics in relation to the Saeko Clan have given her an edge in physical combat, along with making her much more agile. Living out in the desert has also made her incredibly durable due to the intense environment surrounding her, along with possessing a high amount of physical stamina.

Law of the Jungle
The law of the jungle states that the strongest survive and the weak perish. In further effort to increase upon such a principle, Ayukawa has further increased her strength by the usage of training weights. Her constant runs, strikes, and combat acts have more impactful strides due to their instrumental usage. As such, while not yet strong enough to break boulders without applying chakra, she has improved the impact strength of her strikes to the point that she can fracture bones with more ease, much like the bite of a lion.

[Kyokujitsu Senshi]

Senshi found herself enamored by their little history lesson and the displayed knowledge of the Haton. Which she took to heart, being a holder of her clan's own unique Kekkei Genkai. Subsequently, she did wonder though about what he means by purebred. For Senshi had never heard of such a notion, at least in her own clan's culture. No. 

They were nomads, wanderers of Suna, and those with the Kekkei Genkai were subsequently gifted. Holding their own unique practice of religion. They held no history of pure or impure blood, only blood. From the lowest to the highest of their unions, a member of the clan was still kin. Though, when she saw the works of the Glass Release first hand? She was awestruck. Slowly taking the glass goldfish before her as if it would swim out of her hand or shatter into a million little tiny shards. Before rubbing it in her palm. She likes the texture of it.

"Wow. Mister Oshi? That's really amazing! Hehehe! Ooh. Can I buy like a couple dozen of these? Oh. And a fishtank? Ooh. And one really big glass fish. That's also a bottle. One that I can drink from the head of? Oh! Oh! And make all of the fish lots of pretty colors!" Slowly reaching into her back pocket, taking out a fat looking hyena plushy, she'd unzip it and take out a series of large bills, handing them 80,000 ryo. Which...might make her earlier offering of candy and 1000 yen kind of silly. Especially since her strange looking wallet was still seemingly chalk full of money. After a moment's thought? 

"Ooh. And a glass Hyena too for my friend Ameko. She'd love it, and I'll pay extra. I need to make it up to her. I kinda caused a little bit of trouble since I was uhh. Umm. Dancing. Right. Yeah. That's it."

[Burokon Zakku]

// Zakku //

I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic
Tell me, does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate, I just accelerate into oblivion
Into oblivion

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Zakku Nearly leapt out of his skin as Ayukawa prodded him with her elbow.  "Jūdasu purīsuto dammit girl.  We gotta put a bell on you or something."  How had she gotten the drop on his so easily?  That was starting to become such a typical thing now.  He had to start doing better.  Seeing Ayukawas questioning gaze at Senshi he looked between the two and started to ask but figured he'd ask about it later.  "Eh.  It was either come out here or wallow in my self pity.  I've done that enough already.  Besides after the one we went to on that mission i've been looking forward to this."  

Slowly he'd turn to Senshi and lean down to her level squeezing her head a bit tighter.  "Senshi?  Sweetie?  How about you let others get their souvenirs before you start demanding more.  Ok?"  Speaking in a tone similar to an older brother done with his siblings shit he'd Slowly release his tight grip and cross his arms.  "I'll show you how they cheat at the games and how to cheat ba-."  He stopped mid speech as recognition hit him like a ton of bricks.  He knew Shoji.  He was law enforcement and Zakku had been caught by him as a genin.  He felt a familiar fear of being caught flow through him like his raiton when he becomes the blue blur.  "Oh shit...It's you..."  He said his voice shaky and fearful.  He'd just told him his plan to cheat at the games.  Zakku really had to quit speaking certain plans aloud.

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[Aeru Nayu]

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Nayu accepted the glass goldfish with both hands, marveling at its craftsmanship. The warmth of the freshly shaped piece lingered in her palms. Her sand stirred again, forming words of gratitude: "Thank you. It’s beautiful."
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Her pale pink eyes flicked from the shimmering glass to Shoji as he spoke, his explanation stirring something deep within her.
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Haton.
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She knew what it was. Her father was the last publicly known inheritor of the ability before he stepped down as Kazekage. And though she had spent her life as an Aeru, mastering the art of sand manipulation that her mother’s clan had passed down this year had brought an unexpected revelation. She, too, carried the ability to use Haton.
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The memory of her first successful attempt to manipulate molten glass with her chakra was still vivid. The elder of the Ōshi clan, under her father’s quiet arrangement, had guided her through the process. It was not easy, combining the fluidity of molten silica with precise chakra control, but the moment the shimmering, chakra-infused glass formed in her hands, she knew it was real. Haton was hers, a connection to a part of her father she had barely begun to understand.
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Now, watching Shoji work with such mastery, she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew. Shoji had worked closely with her father, and his subtle glance in her direction while mentioning the rarity of Haton wasn’t lost on her. Did he already suspect—or perhaps even know—about her awakening?
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Her sand stirred slightly but stilled as she chose not to speak. This wasn’t the time or place to ask such questions. If he did know, he might also be guarding the secret for reasons she couldn’t yet guess.
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Nayu nodded, her expression calm and composed as she placed the goldfish into her obi for safekeeping. While the other children and attendees marveled at the demonstration, she decided to seek him out in private later. There were questions she needed to ask—about Haton, and about the ability she was only beginning to understand.
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Instead, she let her gaze drift to Koichi, who was skillfully blowing a large glass orb, the molten glass glowing like a tiny sun at the end of the blowpipe. Her interest sharpened as she observed the process. Despite her awareness of her Haton abilities, she had never tried glassblowing the traditional way.
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Her sand stirred to form a simple question in the air: "Could I try making something? Like Koichi-san is doing?”
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The sand-drawn letters lingered for a moment before dissolving into the warm air, and Nayu waited patiently for Shoji’s response.
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砂操作 | Suna Sōsa [lit. Sand Manipulation]
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Having embraced the Aiel Clan's Hijutsu from a tender age due to her inability to communicate through speech, Nayu has meticulously honed her skills over the years. Demonstrating a remarkable proficiency, she seamlessly commands any available sand with ease, showcasing her abilities both in and out of combat situations. What was once a skill demanding intense concentration has evolved into second nature for Nayu, reflecting an instinctual understanding acquired through a combination of theoretical knowledge and dedicated practice.
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玻遁 | Haton [lit. Glass Release]
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Nayu has inherited her father's Ōshi Clan's KKG. This exceedingly rare fusion of Doton, Katon, and Raiton enables Nayu to manifest an array of glass formations, from protective barriers to reflective surfaces and even animated constructs. These creations exhibit diverse capabilities, often culminating in explosive bursts or the unleashing of searing molten glass.

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	The Winter Glassblowing Festival Be on Your Best Behavior
TAGGED WORDS OTHER	Ah, another young lady joins us, Shoji thought to himself as a young woman approached Zakku, making him jump like a spooked cat. Shoji held his laughter at the comic exchange between the two as he remained focused on crafting with the glass. He waved for her to join the group "all are welcome to watch,” he announced as he continued his work. Shoji, with gentle hands finished the pipe as Senshi, the young lady who had given him melted gummies and some pocket change, began to marvel at the little fish he had given her. She seemed so excited, in fact, that she started making a request for a bulk order of things. Multiple fish, a hyena, a fish bottle, and a fish tank, which was all doable…especially when she pulled out more than sufficient funds to pay for it all. "Well…I think we can do that…let me get a pen…” Shoji began, wiggling the leather glove off his hand and digging through is bag for a note pad and pen. Shoji’s ears spiked at the mention of Senshi causing some trouble…dancing? Shoji shook his head slightly, knowing full well that she must have gotten into some trouble with Zakku palling around. As he produced the writing utensils, Zakku attempted to persuade the young lady from her purchases. Shoji waved his one arm "oh it’s no prob-" Shoji began to say when Zakku began talking about cheating at some of the festival games. Shoji, personally, couldn’t care less if Zakku cheated his clansman out of prizes or a few Ryo. He wasn’t a beat cop, looking for some petty promotion or anything like that. Zakku seemed to make the realization of who Shoji was before announcing, "Oh shit...It's you..." Shoji’s eyes narrowed into a villainous gaze that would justify the anxiety in his voice. "Yes…it’s me…” Shoji replied, now much colder that his previously more up beat tone. He leaned forward just to get close enough for Zakku to hear him. "Behave yourself, and we won’t have any problems…okay?” Shoji warned before sliding the glass smoking pipe into Zakku’s grasp, patting his shoulder lightly and stepping back, returning to the chipper school teacher expression he’d worn just moments before. "Don’t worry, I won’t spoil you’re fun, I’m retired, besides these old farts could do with losing some of their prizes anyway” Shoji scoffed with a side eye towards the festivals main lane. Little Nayu seemed to have taken an interest in the glass blowing. Shoji turned his back to the little group of miscreants and misfits to return his attention to Lady Nayu. He could see, by how attentively she watched the glass blowing, that she really had a genuine interest in the craft. She, like himself, had the blood of the Ōshi. Shoji recalled one evening during Kiyoshi’s reign, when Nayu had exhibited some of the genetic markers that indicated that she had the potential to manifest the Haton. Her natural affinity for her mother’s Aeru genetic ability was apparent; however Shoji knew that Nayu had a special, incredibly rare, affinity for both the Ōshi Haton and the Aeru sand. If word got out that she was such a rare specimen, Nayu could potentially become a target for kidnapping or other sorts of predatory shinobi who would want to harness that incredibly powerful ability for themselves. Shoji had promised her father, during his service under him, to protect his daughter and maintain the secrecy of her abilities…for now anyway. Nayu asked about trying out the glass blowing, using the blow pipe. Shoji remembered being just a little younger than she was when he first learned about working the glass kilns with his grandfather. He was glad to know she was interested. "Of course, please grab one of the blow pipes over there and watch how Koichi dips the pipe to gather the molten glass? Try and see if you can gather some just like that, I’ll help you do it, Shoji encouraged as he refit his glove onto his hand, just in case he had to take control of the blow pipe. He was glad to share his love of glass making that had been passed down from his grandfather to him.
	MADE  BY  KAIZU

[Aeru Nayu]

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Nayu's fingers lightly brushed the edge of her mouthguard as she considered Shoji’s invitation. Slowly, she slid it down, the intricate straps allowing it to rest comfortably around her neck. The warm air brushed against her face, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. She wasn’t often without the guard; it was both a tool and a symbol of her identity. Yet here, among glassmakers and glowing furnaces, it felt right to set it aside.
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The furnace’s heat radiated against her skin as she picked up one of the blowpipes Shoji had indicated. She followed his instructions carefully, watching Koichi’s movements and trying to mimic them. Dipping the pipe into the molten glass was harder than it looked. The material clung unevenly to the tip, heavier than she’d expected, and she struggled to keep the pipe turning as Shoji had shown.
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Her eyes narrowed in concentration, her hands adjusting to keep the wobbling glass in place. Still, it didn’t take long for things to go wrong. The molten glass began to sag and twist, pulling against her efforts. Her heart sank as she realized it was already too far gone to save.
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She glanced at Shoji. The sand stirred faintly in her mouthguard, but she didn’t let it rise to form words yet. Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek and tried to continue, adjusting her grip and attempting to coax the glass back into some semblance of a shape. It was no use. The mass collapsed into a lopsided blob, cooling too quickly for her to make any meaningful corrections.
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Her hands faltered, and she let out a quiet sigh. With careful movements, she placed the pipe on the workbench, the uneven glass still clinging to the end. Her sand rose finally, weaving into a simple phrase in midair: "It’s harder than I thought."
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Her pink eyes flicked toward the glowing furnace as her sand stirred again, forming a new message: "I want to try again."
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砂操作 | Suna Sōsa [lit. Sand Manipulation]
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Having embraced the Aiel Clan's Hijutsu from a tender age due to her inability to communicate through speech, Nayu has meticulously honed her skills over the years. Demonstrating a remarkable proficiency, she seamlessly commands any available sand with ease, showcasing her abilities both in and out of combat situations. What was once a skill demanding intense concentration has evolved into second nature for Nayu, reflecting an instinctual understanding acquired through a combination of theoretical knowledge and dedicated practice.
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玻遁 | Haton [lit. Glass Release]
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Nayu has inherited her father's Ōshi Clan's KKG. This exceedingly rare fusion of Doton, Katon, and Raiton enables Nayu to manifest an array of glass formations, from protective barriers to reflective surfaces and even animated constructs. These creations exhibit diverse capabilities, often culminating in explosive bursts or the unleashing of searing molten glass.

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