Kumori Hazename

[spoiler=Taijutsu Specialist]

[spoiler=Ninjutsu Prodigy]

[spoiler=Extensive Genjutsu User]


[spoiler=Weapons]Spike Knee Pad
Kunai's
Shuriken's
Senbon's
Fuuma Shuriken
Flash Bangs
Exploding Notes
Smoke Bombs

Fire Ball Jutsu
Phoenix Flower Jutsu
Barrage of Miracles (Lion Combo)
Shadow Clone Jutsu
Shadow Strike [Naruto Combo]
Mirror Heaven and earth Change
Ephemeral
Demonic Illusion: Burning Paper Body
Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes
Chidori

Kumori was born to an unmarried couple; a male Uchiha clan member, and a female civilian. The two were deeply in love, and after years of dating and sexual intercourse, Kumori's father finally proposed. During the time of planning the wedding, Kumori's mother became pregnant with him. Then, the Uchiha Clan massacre took place. A medical ninja was in the clan house when Itachi and Madara Uchiha burst in and slaughtered every single Uchiha in the house, except for Uchiha Sasuke and Kumori. Kumori was spared because he was just a baby, and he was only a few minutes old. When the murderers left, a Konoha Council member eventually came and buried the corpses. The councilman discovered that there was a new-born baby, and took him to an orphanage. Instead of entering him as "Kumori Uchiha", the councilman entered him with his mother's maiden name, Hazename. From there, Kumori grew up as a normal child.

Kumori didn't have a terrible life in the orphanage, but it wasn't great either. He was often hungry, and didn't have a lot of friends. He was bullied sometimes, but he was often left alone because of an incident that occurred one day. He was against a wall when three bullies cornered him. They could have beat him up, but he panicked and somehow activated his Sharingan. He knew his power had surged, so he fought them off and was feared by most from that day. As the years went by, Kumori was now 13 years of age, and the head people of the orphanage declared him worthy of enrolling in the academy. Kumori had went through so much drama in his life, when he entered the academy he already had Two Tomoe's in his Sharingan...

Kumori was very talented in all the ninja arts, and it was his time to shine. He actually became popular, though he didn't really care about popularity, he cared about becoming the most powerful shinobi Konohagakure had ever seen. Being a secret Uchiha just made it way easier. Kumori Had the natural affinities of Fire and Lightning, and he was talented in all the basic arts including Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, and Genjutsu. After going through a year of the academy, Kumori was 14 years of age and he had passed his Genin test. He is now a ninja serving the Leaf Village. His legacy has yet to be completed...

"Where are you going now, Atma?!" The village elder's raspy, crackly old voice came. Just then, all the Namekians in the village turned to stare at the Namekian Warrior. "To the Grand Elder." Atma spoke, his back turned and his feet dug into the ground. He then turned to see the village elder. "Someone that might actually help me in my quest to protect this planet, unlike a selfish, bitter old hermit that is in this very village." Atma spoke disrespectfully, then turned away. "Your village needs you! Who will protect US if you keep leav-" Atma cut the elder off, "NAMEK NEEDS ME!" And with that, the powerful warrior jumped and flew off, headed for the grand elder's location.

Hours passed as Atma was almost to the Grand Elder's home. I was in site. The house was like any other Namekian home, big white stone dome, but there was one distinction. This house had large blue gems sticking out in random directions. This house was huge. Atma stood in awe as he finally landed. After about 4 minutes, a little Namekian peeked out of the doorway. "Who-who are you?!" There was fear in the little ones voice. "Don't worry, I am Atma, the Mighty Namekian warrior. I have come to speak with the Grand Elder." He spoke, wondering what the little one would say.

"I-I...I am Dende. The elder is in here!" Dende spoke. Atma had an un-kept look on his face. The little one came completely out, and motioned for Atma to follow him. The Namekian Warrior walked slowly behind the child, over to a round stage looking platform. Dende hopped on, and Atma did the same. The platform rose, slightly startling Atma. It kept going up until they finally were pushed into a hole into the ceiling. When they stopped, the platform had become lodged into the floor, and they were standing before a bigger, more wrinkly, more old elder than any Atma had ever seen.

His eyes widened in disbelief. This was his first time seeing the Grand Elder. Atma dropped to his knees in bow, but Dende stayed standing. "Rise--*Cough cough*--Rise my child." The Grand Elder's barren voice seemed to suck out all the moisture in the air. With that, the Namekian Warrior stood, looking at the elder who had his eyes closed...or so he thought. He swallowed hard, waiting for the Grand Elder to speak. Thats when he noticed the One-Star Dragon Ball far above the elder's head atop the large stone. Atma's jaw dropped, but the Grand Elder's raspy voice awoke his daze.

"What have you come for, my *cough cough* my child?" The dry voice came. Atma took a deep breath before replying. "I have come to ask for help. For help in my quest to gather all 7 of the Namekian Dragon Balls..." Atma called out boldly. There was a long silence before someone spoke. Atma broke the silence. "Look, Grand Elder Sir, if you would just here me out--" The dry voice croaked in, interrupting the Namekian Warrior. "Why do you wish to do such a thing?" Atma looked down, but then forced himself to look into the elder's closed eyes. "I love my village with all my heart, but I love Namek entirely more over a single village. My village doesn't understand my reasoning, but I wish to gather the Dragon Balls to summon Porunga, and make myself stronger so I can protect my entire home." The Warrior spoke solemnly, completely saying his reasons.

After a long silence, Dende broke it this time. "That is ridiculous! You are already one of the strongest warriors on Namek, I can sense it!" Dende's outburst startled Atma and the elder. "That has nothing to do with it, you runt! I may be the strongest currently, but being stronger than average Namekians will get me no where! What will we do if we are raided by aliens? Huh? HUH?!" Atma got a bit agitated at Dende's statement, and turned to lecture this into his head. "Well, uh...I never thought of it that way..." Dende spoke, and the Elder was getting more agitated than Atma had. "Silence, children! Both of *cough cough*, both of you!" The raspy voice came, scolding the child and the warrior.

"I understand where you are coming from, Mighty Atma. But how do I know you won't betray Namek completely? And if not, how do I know you are worthy of possessing such awesome power? How do I know you deserve the Dragon Balls?" The grand elder's voice seemed to startle Atma. "Grand Elder, I already posses the Four-Starred, if one elder deemed me worthy of the Dragon Balls, why don't you" Atma challenged. The elder coughed for a few moments before replying. "Very true, but you will have to do something to prove you are strong...Bring me the largest Gar on Namek!"

Atma shuddered. The gar is a fierce, water-dweller. He then sighed, and nodded. "If that is what I must do, then so be it. Where can I find the largest Gar?" Atma paused, looking depressed as his eyes gazed upon the Grand Elder. "There is a river to north of this building. It has a brighter hue of green than most waters. That is where all the Gar on Namek live." The Grand Elder coughed. Before Dende or the Elder knew it, Atma had flown out of the nearest window, levitated, and took off to the north.

After about half-an-hour of soaring, the Mighty Namekian Warrior finally landed near the riverbank. He gazed upon the bright, sparkling water before squatting down and thinking. He didn't know what the gar looked like, or anything about it, he had only heard legends and myths about the ancient, brutal creatures. He knew he had no time to waste, so he stripped down, and dove into the green water. After ten minutes of shivering in the cold water, Atma's body adjusted and he began treading. He had seen swift, medium-sized fish like creatures, swimming around. After swimming for awhile, the Mighty Namekian Warrior noticed something--The larger Gar swam deeper than the others.

Atma was absolutely fascinated by these creatures, but he knew he needed to find the largest one and bring it to the Grand Elder. After an hour of diving deeper and deeper, Atma began to lose hope. As he began swimming up to quit, some thing the size of a whale blindsided him, swimming into his legs and making his vision blurry. He caught a glimpse of the Gar's long snout charging again, and he immediately knew hat it was, the most infamous gar of all--The Gator Gar.

Atma struggled to dodge the attack, but barely made it. The Mighty Namekian Warrior began swimming as fast as his tall, slender green body would allow, and he had almost surfaced. His hopes got up, but were being dragged back down by the Whale-sized Gator Gar's jaw. The beast had clamped down onto Atma's left leg, attempting to pull him back down into the depths of the bright green lake. Thinking quickly, Atma let the Gar take his leg, and quickly used Sai-Sei to Regenerate his lost leg. Atma then began swimming swiftly to the surface, as the Gar finally realized what had happened. Glancing down, Atma could see the anger in the Gator Gar's eyes.

Atma's head broke the surface as he gasped for air. He treaded over to the edge of the river bank, putting his hands on it and hoisting his green body onto the land. He breathed heavily, but began to panic as he saw a large shadow rushing to the surface as well. Atma stood up quickly, and jumped into the air, Levitating about 50 feet into the air, putting his hands on his forehead with his palms facing the water. "Masenko!" He shouted, shooting the blast at the Gar that was now leaping out of the water in attempt to eat Atma. The blast only sent the Gar back into the water, and Atma knew he needed to do something more. Thinking quickly, he transformed becoming way larger, at least standing 20 foot 2 now. He shouted as he prepared for the Gar's next attack, "Bring it you monster!"

As the Gator Gar leaped again, the Mighty, Giant Namekian Warrior dodged, and grabbed the Gar's long nose. He then grabbed its body with his other hand, and flung it in a beeline for the ground, leaving it flopping in a large crater. The large gar struggled but couldn't get out. The Giant Namekian roared, and turned, outstretching his right arm as a huge thing of Ki appearing as a welding flame emitted from his right palm, aimed at the huge gar. "Killswitch!" He shouted, blasting the enormous beam at the creature. After a few minutes, the dust cleared and Gator lie there, dead.

The Mighty, Giant Namekian flew down and landed near the deep crater, bending over and wrapping his right hand around the nose. After a few minutes of traveling via air, Atma slammed the Gar down in front of the Grand Elder's temple. He then landed, returning to normal size and entered as the ground finally stopped shaking. The circular staged lowered, and Atma hopped up onto it. The platform ten rose into the hole in the ceiling, bringing the Mighty Namekian Warrior in front of the Grand Elder, along with Dende, once more. He crossed his arms and grinned. "Well?" Atma asked the Grande Elder, breaking the dry silence. The Elder shifted, and Dende ran over to the window, peeking out to see the whale sized Gar. "Elder! He brought an Alligator Gar!" Dende shouted in disbelief.

The Grand Elder coughed before using his left hand to reach up and grip the Dragon Ball. Slowly, he propped it down and handed it to Dende. The little Namekian struggled, as the large ball was at least half as big as him. He walked over, bowed his head, and lifted the ball as high as he could. "I commend you, Lord Atma." Atma took the large, orange, shiny ball with a single red star on it. He could see his own smirk in its reflection, and bowed his own head to Dende. "You have exceeded my expectations. Use this ball well, please. I hope you *cough cough*, I hope you become the strongest warrior Namek *cough cough*, become the strongest warrior Namek has ever seen..." The elder coughed one last time, and the platform lowered to the first floor.

Atma was proud of himself. He only needed five more Dragon Balls to summon Porunga, and make himself stronger to protect his home planet. He walked out of the large dome, and shot off like a rocket as he flew away to his village to stash the One-Starred. About an hour had passed and the mighty Namekian Warrior was now hovering over his village, and plopped down to the ground. All the Namekians watched in amazement as Atma trudge to the entrance, and walked into his home. He had ignored everyone, wanting to stash the ball as quickly as possible. He waited a few minutes, but then he set down the ball, removed the mat, and dug the covered hole up. He felt around once it was dug, and found the second part as the soil was weaker. He then dug that up with his long, pointy nails, and hopped up, grabbing the Dragon Ball.

The Namekian Warrior then sank back in, and peeked into the side-ditch, double-checking to make sure the Four-Starred Dragon Ball was still there. Of course, it was (in the way end of the hole), and Atma then place the orange ball, rolling it as far as he could until it bumped into the other Dragon Ball. He patted it, and then began covering the side-hole. From there, he hopped out of the hole and spent a half-hour filling in the hole. He then placed his mat firmly down, and sat on his bed in desperate need of rest. After all, he lost a limb today...