Sanzen Makai [Konohagakure Chunin]

The summer morning was like no other in the small village of Amegakure. The leaves did not dance to the casual wind, the bees did not buzz about, the birds did not sing their tuneful accord; silence was all that was heard. A calm, long, and agonizing silence that seemed louder than anything. The people turned their heads to the sky in question, knowing that something familiar to them all was coming but never feeling THIS restless about it. All they could do was wonder what brought this questionable peace, their hearts becoming tainted with darkness from their suspicion as their minds began to wonder in the abyss. To them the silence seemed like a monster; and then the storm came.

The dark billowing clouds rolled in quickly as they brought forth rain and hail. The people ran for cover as the wind suddenly picked up, its voice screaming through the trees as it caused windows to shake and shingles to fly off. The precipitation pelted against every surface they could, causing a drum-like sound that went along with the screaming voice. It was then the lightning flashed through the suddenly dark sky, the thunder providing a base as it shook buildings. Civilians began to panic as a powerful bolt of electrons finally electrocuted a tree; causing it to burst into flames as it felt onto a home nearby it. The ninja were called forth, risking their lives in the fire to save the citizens inside until someone finally came to put it out. Why had the rain not?


One would think this was a bad time to bare a child, the screams of the mother echoing through the hospital room as the wind caused the window to rattle. Doctors and nurses worked as quickly as they could to not only help the patients and move people to shelter, but did what they could to seal off the remaining patients' windows. Already one man was lost, his window shattering into a billion sharps as a rather thick piece slit his jugular. Of all times to be giving birth, the baby would not wait. Doctors sealed the window just as it cracked before taking the child to a safe room. The husband held the hand of his wife as they waited, fear resting in their hearts at the thought of death and from the worry of their new child becoming injured. However, moments later, as the child grew quiet after a quick cleaning the storm suddenly stopped. It was as though it had all simply vanished; the thunder, the rain, the hail, all of it had stopped.

Bringing the child back in, the doctor smiled as he sighed in deep relief before handing the newborn girl to her gleeful parents; smiles crossing their faces. From then on the child was named Kameyo Takeshi.


As Kameyo had seemed to settle into her home, the parents believed they would live a normal life much like anyone else. Their managed to support their new child, their finances remaining at a good level while their jobs allowed them to create a schedule that could benefit them. Kameyo remained very healthy, a smile always on her face that seemed to have its own radiance. Life was good for the family. But of course, there was a poisonous snake in every beautiful plain; his body stretched and fangs at the ready to strike so that it may feast. This snake though was one that almost no one could see coming. He came in as a shadow, his form invisible as his smoldering red eyes carefully watched the young girl slumber. This snake did not have poison but this did not mean he was dangerous. Every night the child would wake up her deep green eyes staring into these bloody ones but without comprehending just what she was looking at. Sometimes she would smile and wave her arms, others she would start to cry and fling her hands as if fighting an invisible force. These nights her parents would then come in to calm her and put her back to sleep. At first the shadows appearance came once a week but it was not long until it came more and more. Sometimes she would be awakened from a deep slumber three times a night, others she would simply stay up all night and sleep all day. Thinking something was wrong, her parents took her to the doctors but nothing was found wrong; she was a healthy child.


Note 32: Around the age of 3 her parents and her had done a lot of traveling to other lands where she had become exposed to different cultures and learned about each place. This increased her photographic memory greatly due to the fact her parents normally asked her to explain the scenery they saw on their travels when they told other family members about their trip. She remembered things well for her age, now 5. aiding her in her new interest of drawing. She would re-create scenes she remembered and even draw figments of her own imaginations; from great dragons to beautiful phoenix's and even powerful griffins. She tended to draw to past time or when she was not reading different genres of literature. Seeing the potential she had and feeling she was ready to become strong; her parents enrolled her into the academy.

Note 54:
The time of her academy is a time she vaguely remembers. She always was able to recall how she trained almost every night; hoping to become the best of her class and beat the boy known as Isamu Nara. This boy was considered the top of the class at the time, his intelligence rather high compared to the other students and his abilities making him a potential early graduated. That is, until Kameyo.. or Sanzen's.. fateful night.

Many years had passed since the shadow figure of her childhood returned. In fact, she nearly had forgotten it until deep memories from the back of her mind gave her a strange reminder. This time, this shadow was more detailed then the blob of her memory. She was awakened by its cool breath, her eyes flashing open as she soon found herself staring into those familiar fiery blood ones. They watched her every moment, it's mouth soon opening to reveal sharp fangs as it breathed out freezing cold air and the smell of death. A hand of fear clenched her heart as she held her breath, the human-like mass standing over her on all fours as its body seemed to ooze blood; or at least thats what she thought it was. She did not scream, did not cry, in fact she was frozen in fear as it stood there. Releasing a deep bellowing snarl she shuddered finally before it soon raised clawed hand to strike. Closing her eyes and flinching away, the beast's claw came down. Before it reached her skin, it soon let out an agonizing cry-like scream as her shoulder began to burn like no other. The room grew silent. Opening her eyes, she gazed around, her eyes wide and face pale with fear. She saw nothing.

Waiting for her parents to come into the room, she was soon surprised that an hour had passed and yet nothing. Although fearful of something attacking her, she was rather thirsty then and headed towards her door to go to the kitchen. As soon as she opened it though, there was a new surprise as a man stood before her. Going on instant defense she leaped back five feet and slid into a fighting stance with a snarl on her face. The man simply smiled and chuckled as he walked in and closed the door behind him. He had a nice smile, one that made him appear handsome. His hair was jet black, short, and somewhat spiky while his face seemed almost perfect. At first she found herself consumed by the calm aura that seemed to surround him, his nearly perfect face and body giving her something to stare at, but then she remembered a stranger was in her house and grew tense again.

They shared words as she questioned him in a whispering angry tone, his own voice calm and collective that almost seemed to capture her in a spell every time he spoke. She asked many things from what he was doing there to how he got into her house and finally what just attacked her.
'An evil spirit...' he said to her in his calm tone, 'a being consumed of kill intent and one that began to change due to it. How I got here, I walked in. Why im here, to talk to you'. Growing rather enraged by his presence for reasons beyond her she soon snarled as she dashed forth, a clawed hand raised to swipe as her vision blurred. Last she remembered she shouted a name before the man grabbed her and punched her right in the stomach.

'Time for you to rest..... Sanzen...'


The next morning, she woke up in bed, the man no where in sight and a bruise in her stomach. Of course she did not understand anything that happened last night and would not for a very very long time. She went to school just like she had every morning, sat in class, came home, went through training; everything seemed normal. She herself though did not feel normal. Her senses seemed to increase as she began to sense the chakra of the other students and heard different sounds she normally wouldn't. She was able to smell food from a distance and everything seemed to either taste better or began to taste rather gross unlike the normal. Periodically her shoulder would burn, finally reminding her of last night before she finally checked her back to find a strange mark; one that gave off a rather strange essence. With nobody to ask, she simply waited until the night came.

As the sun set and she laid in bed, she found herself wide awake and staring at the wall. The house was silent, her parents asleep. The beast had not come, the man had not showed up, in fact everything seemed normal; that is, until she began to doze. Awakened by a knock against her wall, her eyes opened as she glanced over to see the strange man again. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, the smile on his face as she awakened before he sighed. They began to talk yet again, but to her surprise they were interrupted by a woman that seemed to manifest into her room. She seemed very nice and yet held a powerful spirit, one that confused her some as the womans silver blue eyes gazed upon her, a soft smile on her face. She beckoned him away before he walked over to Kameyo, brushing her eyes closed and holding his hand there as she suddenly became drowsy.

'It's almost time.... be prepared Sanzen...'

Today- March 5th, two bodies were found dead in the Takeshi household. Medics explain that both were not physically touched but actually bled from the inside out as if something killed them from the inside out. The man and wife were found in their bedroom by their daughter, Kameyo Takeshi, age 9, when she was on her way to school. Kameyo finally decided to talk through tears as she explained how she called and called for them as she was about to leave.
"They come see me every morning before I leave," she explained, "but when they didn't show up... I searched for them... and thats when I found them."
Kameyo explains how she in unsure what exactly killed them and the truth is at this moment in time there is no evidence that can explain just what killed Kameyo's parents. Autopsies will be ran immediately, as for Kameyo, she is currently under custody of the military where she will be taken care of until her relatives can be contacted.


Under control of Ame's military, Kameyo was interrogated every night and actually kept in a jail cell. It wasn't like your average cell; her room contained a T.V., a decent bed, a separate closed off room to use the toilet and shower, a desk with art pads and pencils (because they knew she loved to draw), even even a book shelf with new books she had never read before. She was rather comfortable and was served good food, although she missed the outside life and school. She was let out to train, the military placing her through trials to test her endurance, strength, speed, and more. They taught her self defense and had her lift weight and run to build muscle strength and become in shape. She trained with weapons as she practiced her accuracy. She learned how to use different weapons, although they mainly had her focus on building her body. Figuring out her element, she soon was taught fire jutsu from an elementalist. The man was said to come from the Tishuto clan and knew quite a bit of fire jutsu from that specific clan. Why teach an outsider? If it hadn't been obvious enough, she was being tested on. They wanted to see if just maybe she had the ability to kill her parents but after many trials, she did not seem to be the culprit and was later released.



At first Kameyo began to forget just why she was even in the cell, her mind shutting out the fact her parents were dead and that she was even there. She saw the man every other night in her jail cell as he leaned against the wall. Sometimes more people would appear and disappear but she began to believe she was losing her sanity. She said she was simply seeing things, but the man would shake his head in disappointment each time he was around when she muttered he didn't exist. She was actually be slipped medicine in her food as well, a drug that released a substance that caused the brain to become a bit scattered. Meaning it was more difficult for her to remember things and soon enough, she began to forget who she even was.

Sent out into the world under the care of a man named Koji, they moved to Konoha were she continued her studies in the academy. Koji himself taught her while he continued her military training and drugs. While in Konoha, her name was changed from Kameyo Takeshi to Amaya Takeshi and her hair was not only cut shorter but dyed to where she was a blonde rather then having black hair.

After finally passing the academy at the age of only 7, Sanzen wasn't placed into a team. Instead, Koji had her set to become her one and only teammate, keeping her in containment and continuing her training to increase her specialties. Sanzen was left in confusion and loneliness for majority of her life, never really gaining a true comrade or feeling she can count on anyone. Sanzen spent countless days training in the art of combat and with her chakra to gain better control. It wasn't so much her choice on just about anything, causing her to grow a rather quiet and puppet like attitude. She absorbed, did what she was told, and grew stronger.

A couple of times her and Koji would go on missions but it was her that did most of the work, causing her to learn survival training when only given limited supplies. If she were ever casted into the world, she could take care of herself even if it meant stealing from others. For the most part, rather then learning teamwork, Sanzen learned to be independent.

By the time the exam rolled around, Koji was ready to place her in it as an individual. Whether this was a good thing or not, she was accepted and soon ended up finding herself gaining a bit of peace; at least until the exam day came. Koji allowed her to relax, only having her really review what she knew before the exam itself. The first part she had some difficulty but passed. The second became a rather interesting story though when she was a one man cell in the forest of death. Everyone believed she would not make it out alive, whether it was fighting the wrath of the forest of against a 3 man cell. She passed through this as well and in doing so, she also gained a bit more knowledge of just who she was. While in the forest the spirit man came to her yet again, aiding her in strategy where she sometimes tends to have difficult. At first it was just him, however once the small fire was made to keep her warm she soon found a whole lot of spirits. They were different genders and ages, each sitting around the fire with her. She was scared no doubt, but the familiar face of the spirit man kept her calm and she even noticed the woman.

'Greetings Sanzen.... we've been waiting to meet you...' he said.

It didn't make since to her at all. But as each gave their name and explained a bit about her, she found herself feeling stronger internally. Not because of the spirits but because she actually had someone to count on. Why did she have these spirits within her? That much was not clear.

As she made it out of the second she was given a month for the third. It was a miracle in most eyes that she made it out alive when a few other cells perished. In this month, Koji and another man named Akatora pressed her training. She was taught more ways to counter and set up traps. At night she would "fall asleep" as she sat before the spirits at a round table. Each would explain more about themselves and have her tell them what her goals were in life. She would talk to them, making them her semi family to find security before waking up the next morning to the hell given to her. It wasn't all that bad, she was getting stronger, but she still wished to have a bit more life as a kid and such.

Finally the third exam came and when it had she was ready. Fighting round by round, she gained comfort in the knowledge that she was not so alone and thus was pushed forward despite her determination to not lose. As she was given blows, causing her to fall plenty of times during her second to last battle, she was believed to lose. However, her iron will gave her strength and through a series of attacks she was able to defeat them and move on. Fight by fight, she finally came out as third to last fighter. Although she wished for first, she was still granted the spot as chunin.

From this point on she has been communicating with the spirits and works to increase her abilities. Koji and Akatora have mostly backed off, giving her a nice apartment to live in while the military supplies. For the most part she is an experiment to them but she doesn't care; she just wants to live.

Sitting on the rounded bar stool her trip had proved to be useless. She had anticipated finding at least one male to test, to see how tough they were against a woman such as herself. Sipping the last of her red wine she sighed before setting the clear glass down and slipping off the stool to the wooden surface below. Her heals tapped against the surface as she soon stepped outside, by passing some men as one decided to cat call to her. She smiled back and waved a hand but continued on, rolling her eyes as she stepped outside and sighed. Slipping her heels off she placed them in the bag she had slung over her sack before sliding into her black ninja shoes, comfortable ones at that. Sighing, she gazed around due in search of someone to toy with. Not able to pull the weakness from the opposite species made her bored. Why did she enjoy it so much? For one, there was someone telling her to do it and for a rather good reason. Although, she does hate the fact leading men on and then turning them down right as they think they are going to get something is rather cruel. Then again what does she care, they are only after her body then who she truly is. Not once has she met a person that wants her for her since she started doing this; but all well. Funnier thing was, no matter how many times she did it none of them seemed to catch on. Some even came back for 'more', funny creatures men could be.

Setting her sights on the most important building of all, she thought she would have a bit fun as she fox grinned. Yakushin had worn off on her by now, obviously, and there were times she even picked up his personality. proof of his influence over her by now. Taking a few steps forward she soon disappeared, the black dress flailing behind her from the slit down her left side. By now, she was used to the cold air against her bum, although she still didn't enjoy it. She liked this dress though, it moved with her fighting style and everything, perfect for her despite this. All well.

Appearing before the Raikage's building, she grinned up at it before pushing the door open to enter. She immediately saw the busy workers as she stepped forth, walking past the desk before the woman behind it leaped up to stop her. Flashing her ID, the woman stared at it before closing her mouth and sitting back down, causing Vixen to grin once more before continuing her way up the stairs. She wondered if she could possibly be de-ranked from this, but at the same time knew she could earn it back just as easily as it was taken. Arrogance? Not so much, simply she felt she was skilled enough to gain it back.

Knocking on the doors, she sighed and crossed her arms as she waited for entry. This would surely be interesting.

Chakra Control: These users have excellent chakra control, which means they waste little chakra in battle. People with excellent chakra control usually have average or below average chakra. Since the amount of chakra is smaller, it is easier to master control over it. People with this skill are like, Itachi, Kakakshi and Orochimaru.

Elemental: This skill gives the user excellent elemental control and a wide variety of uses for the element. Most people with this skill can master an element of their choice and will use it like none other. People with this skill are, Kakuzu, Nidaime Hokage and Asuma.

Tracking/Senses: This skill gives the user a good ability with his senses, being able to track opponents from a distance without them knowing, no matter the ranking the person is most of the time. They have high senses and are able to effectively use their abilities to keep their senses tuned on an opponent. These are your stealth-type characters. The prerequisites for the senses skill is Chakra Control. If you can just track and are not in tune with your senses then there is no prerequisite.

Light Sleeper: Character's with this trait sleep very lightly, most often even the smallest noise will awaken him or her, making them difficult to sneak up on.

Strength: Character's with this trait are stronger then your average ninja, due to intense training. [Requires Taijutsu or Kenjutsu]

The Human Polygraph: Character's with this trait are able to pierce through a lairs veil by reading habits, quirks or nervous reactions given off by a liar. This trait is on even footing with 'LIAR!' meaning their polygraph skills become average when in a 'LIAR!'s presence.

The Wall: Character's with this trait are very adept at hiding their feelings, keeping them under lock and key. Emotions will not be easily noticed by those who do not know the user very well.

Eidetic memory: Characters with this trait are able to recall memories with extreme accuracy, rarely do they forget information.

Strong Willed: Character's with this trait are often hard to dissuade when they set their mind on something, anyone attempting to convince them to do something else may often find themselves leaving very flustered.

Internal Clock: Characters with this trait are hardly ever late, due to a spectacular internal sense of time.