Shirogane Shinta | Sunagakure (WIP)

[Shirogane Shinta]

Shirogane Shinta

Perfection does exist.

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JOUNIN

SUNA

APPEARANCE

Speaking in terms of pure physicality, Shinta isn't all that impressive for a shinobi. He stands at an average height of 5 ft 7 inches and weighs 145 lbs. His body is slim and doesn't necessarily match up to other ninja of his age and occupation. Partly because of his lack of conventional training as a ninja. Choosing to focus on other areas in life that don't include building his own physical appearance. That's not to say that he is completely out of shape however. The demands of the job require that at a minimum. Thanks to the frequent missions and real world experiences, his body has adapted accordingly and gained some tone to it. Nothing excessive but enough to know that he isn't a push over.

At least he has a semi-pretty face to make up for his less than monstrous size. Shinta possess a lighter skin tone to accompany his completely smooth skin. He has brown eyes and mid-length straight white hair. Natural. The most notable thing on his relatively untouched skin is the one thing that is rarely shown. On either side of his cheek is his family's symbol. Questions are constantly risen about what drove him to get the crest marked on his skin, but he just brushes it off to his undying loyalty for his family. As if. 

When it comes to style of dress there's not a whole lot to be said. Shinta can be seen wearing the same items of clothing with slightly different variations almost every day. That being a pair of black baggy pants, a long sleeved high-collared shirt, and some white shoes. The most interesting, and defining, article of clothing he wears is his shirt. Specifically the collar of it which has been tailored to cover his mouth and notable markings. Even when he's not wearing his signature look, the one constant is his mouth covering. Wether that be with a collar or a scarf it is rare to see him walking around without something over his mouth. 

PERSONALITY

“When it comes to art, it’s important not to hide the madness.”

Every human being has layers. To write someone off with simple words to label them as is one of the biggest crimes known to man. Shinta is like everyone else in that there is more to him than meets the eye. However as layered as people can be, everyone also has their outermost layer. The one that people make their first impressions based off of before even daring to dig deeper. For Shinta that outer layer could be described as... Odd.

That odd sense that most people pick up off of him is in large part due to his disinterest in other people. Not that he dislikes others or anything that extreme, he just usually isn't that enamored with what other people have to say. It takes a particular type of person to really gain his interest, and unless said person has traits or words that spark inspiration inside of him, then they don't fit the bill. So while he's not unfriendly, it'll be clear to see that his mind will likely be elsewhere in the middle of the conversation. This comes in the form of him zoning out, interrupting, going off topic or completely disengaging from a conversation midway. Funnily enough he can be quite the talkative person. The problem comes with his train of thoughts usually leading the topic to some far off place. Or when he tends to interject highly unusual comments when the time nor place warrants them. He sees no need for a filter and that combined with his lack of social awareness can lead down a bad path.

Theres a certain part of Shinta's personality that makes him a decent shinobi and teacher. His ability to embrace the abnormalities of the world and make it into something beautiful. Not only within himself, but within others as well. He sees the flaws or strengths of others and envisions possibilities. Things start to come together when he begins to cultivate these traits of others. He will never go as far as to force people to grow. Fully believing that autonomy is extremely important in the creative process of growth. There are some things that he views as unforgivable however. Things that he won't even try to defend or look for a silver lining in. Those specific traits typically involve sociopathic tendencies. The enjoyment of harming others or seeing people suffer without purpose. Now that's something Shinta just won't tolerate. 

On top of that, another thing that makes him odd in the eyes of others is his very specific interest. As part of the Shirogane clan it is natural for someone to show interest in puppet making and other crafts. Yet somehow Shinta manages to take this to the extreme. Ge has a habit of constantly trying to find ways to improve his puppets or even create new ones. Pushing the boundaries of what he feels like could be done with his craft each time. Often he could be seen staring at items and people for an excessive amount of time trying to figure out ways to incorporate their traits into some new designs of his. It starts to border on weird when he begins to account these happenings aloud for everyone to hear. His puppet designs are notoriously based off of real people or memories. It's due to this relation that he often times can be seen outwardly talking to his puppets. He realizes they're not real people, but there was a sort of comfort in conversing with something familiar.

Digging a little deeper into his layers and one will find his creativity. Perhaps the sole reason for him being able to excel as a ninja. All of his odd habits come from an overactive imagination. He spends so much time exploring his own brain and coming up with new concepts and ideas, that to the outside world he comes across as weird. When actuality he views himself as a visionary trying to improve the world through his art. That's what he sees himself as even more so than a ninja. An Artist.

Push past interests and outward actions to find an even deeper facet of Shinta. The emotional side. Key to being an artist is the ability to feel emotions strongly. To have the capacity to take those feelings and turn them into something beautiful is one of the defining traits of Shinta. Not that he would ever tell anyone that. Ninja weren't supposed to show emotion remember. But that's what his puppets were for. A way to express his feelings in a way acceptable to the outside world. Because the truth was he did feel. Every death he witnessed in battle. Every life he had to take at the end of his own weapon. The people he couldn't save and the ones he could. He felt all of it, and he felt it strongly. More than anything, Shinta is a sensitive being who actually does care about the wellbeing of others. When he's not so enraptured in the possibilities of creation that is.

Finally, way deep down into the psyche of Shinta is one of his final defining traits. Loyalty to the clan. If the family crests engraved onto his cheeks weren't enough of an indication, he would do almost anything for his clan. The sad part is that it wasn't always this way, and the way which he got to this undying loyalty isn't exactly pleasant. Nor was it by his choice. See his most defining trait isn't because of how loyal he is to his clan. It's how much he hates the clan for making him so loyal. For stifling his independent thoughts and making him conform to the needs of the village. These thoughts may never see the light of day, but deep down he carries a burning hatred for the future he was pushed into. Yet even that hatred doesn't override his devotion to his family. They are family after all... and he's stuck with them.

INFORMATION

Position: Team Leader
Chakra Nature:
(Fūton) Wind Release
(Raiton) Lightning Release
(Katon) Fire Release
Specialties:
Primary - Kujutsu (Puppetry)
Secondary - Fuinjutsu
Tertiary - Iryo

Clan: Yes; Shirogane Clan
Bloodline: N/A

SKILLS

Puppet Master
True to his clans birthright. Shinta is somewhat of a genius when it pertains to his ability to wield puppets. In such a short time he's mastered the art of chakra strings. Becoming able to thin them out to the point that only the trained eye could witness them. Or even being able to significantly reduce the lag time that tended to come with puppets. He only needs one finger to control a puppet, ultimately meaning he can control ten puppets at one time if he felt like it. Another aspect of his control is noticeable in the sheer speed that he is able to move his puppets with. Allowing them to speed around the battlefield and outpace most obstacles when required. His skill in crafting these puppets is just as great as his control over them. Shinta's puppets are noticeably stronger and sturdier than most other ninja tools. Being able to hold their own against some of the strongest attacks.

Lightning Fast Reflexes
Let's be honest. Everyone knows the truth behind a puppet master is that in reality they're just a scrawny guy hiding behind something stronger than them. It's true. In almost every fight he's encountered, Shinta has had to deal with tricky attackers trying to bypass his puppet and aim straight for him. Due to this he's had to train his reflexes and reaction to an insane level. He's gotten extraordinarily good at reacting to even the fastest of attacks. His brain is able to analyze a situation in a split second, and he can react in kind as well. His ability to avoid damage long enough for his puppets to save him has become invaluable throughout his life.

Seals All Around
After years of learning how to incorporate fuinjutsu into his craft, Shinta has started to gain proficiency with the art. He is particularly fast when it comes to creating seals, even becoming able to make seals in the midst of combat granted they aren't too complex. A feat that he has pretty much mastered is the ability to effectively mix seals into his puppets. Allowing them to achieve things they normally wouldn't be able to. Additionally he's mixed in seals on his body and other articles of clothing for easy access to his puppets.

Lethal Knowledge
Shinta took up the path of learning medical knowledge in his later years. Not because he wanted to become a front line medic. He wanted to create the most lifelike puppets he could think of and that meant knowing the human body inside and out. This led to him gaining a particular interest in poisons and antidotes. Soon he began incorporating some pretty crafty poisons into his creations. None of his toxins cause death, but there are some effects that may have one wishing for it.

INVENTORY

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• 04 | Small Scrolls
• 02 | Medium Scrolls

Item Pouch / Right thigh:

• 02 | Kunai

TECHNIQUES

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• Puppet Technique | Kugutsu no Jutsu
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• ✱ Substitution Jutsu | Kawarimi no Jutsu
• ✱ Cloak of Invisibility | Kakuremino no Jutsu
• ✱ Clone Jutsu | Bunshin no Jutsu
• ✱ Sealing Jutsu | Funyu no Jutsu
• ✱ Unsealing Jutsu | Kaifu no Jutsu
• ✱ Transformation Jutsu | Henge no Jutsu
• ✱ Tree Climbing Jutsu | Ki Nobori no Shugyo
• ✱ Water Walking Jutsu | Suimen Hoko no Gyo
• ✱ Illusion Dissipation | Genjutsu Kai

HISTORY

Before The Academy

The birth of Shinta Shirogane was relatively unremarkable. He wasn't some heir to the throne nor was his parents any significant points of reference to the famed clan. He was born in a hospital just like everyone else to the fanfare of his parents and elder brother. It was unlikely anyone other than close friends even acknowledged the day of his birth. Still, it was significant to the people who mattered most. Yua and Botan Shirogane. His dear mother and father. They were older, so it was a miracle in itself that they could even have another child.

Both of his parents were humble people. They were simple doll makers, not unlike many of their other relatives. Except the dolls they chose to make were of the more zany variety. Clowns are what they were habitually referred to as, but they bore those names as a badge of honor. If they were making children smile through their artwork then that was enough for them. Choosing to elicit laughs from their targeted audience rather than awe people with intricate craftsmanship.

Growing up with them was as you would imagine it. Fun. Shinta felt free to express himself in whichever means available to him. From an early age he also took up the craft of doll making. Nothing serious was thought of it. All kids in the clan tended to get into it eventually. Plus it was fun for him. Beyond that it was an outlet for the boy to express his creativity and emotions without any expected pressure.

Until a spark of potential started to be shown. Around the age of eight, Shinta started going through a phase. Initiating miniature battles between dolls that he managed to upgrade a slight bit with some minor weapons. He found it fun to see what cool additions he could add to them. Around his parents he had to be mindful of these additions, but when he was alone he would go wild with what he could do. Nails. Knives. All the above. It was nothing substantial. Or at least it wouldn't have been if someone close to him didn't happen to take note of his hobbies and brought it up with some others. Shinta thought kids were allowed to enjoy moments of creativity. Assuredly before long he'd be back to producing the foolish dolls his parents were known for. But the other members mistook this "phase" for something else. Having a lack of people in the clan who were actually fit for combat, they decided this eight-year-old kid could help alleviate that issue. Or perhaps they had already decided the fate they wanted for him before that moment.

At the time Shinta had no idea what was going on. He just wanted to play with some of his toys. Meanwhile, a certain family member was developing future plans for the child that would forever shape his future. One night while Shinta was alone playing in his room an older boy walked in. To be specific his older brother... Hiroto. Their relationship was distant to say the least. There was just too large of an age gap (12 years) for them to really be able to relate on anything. Plus he was far more serious than Shinto would ever hope to be. So the question of what he wanted was brought up?

Hiroto had sent Shinta's parents off with some rumors that a immensely wealthy family wanted to purchase their toys specifically. Meanwhile, he would take the opportunity to try and convince Shinto how good the family would have it if he would join the academy. They could finally receive some notoriety for themselves if they managed to produce one worthy ninja! No more making wacky toys that only toddler age children would entertain. To say it wasn't a tempting idea would be a lie, but Shinta was a kid. He didn't much care for fighting or whatever else the academy would require him to do. That just wasn't the life for him. So, he told his brother the simple truth. "No." In a huff his brother stormed out of the room, but the little boy didn't expect anything of it. He merely laid his head down and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning tragedy struck. Awaken from his bed by the sound of his older brother in tears. The puzzled younger boy could barely make out what was being said through the exasperated sobs. Until he ultimately managed to put together the words being hurled out. His parents. They were gone.

Academy Arc | Branded

The details of the incident were severely lacking. All that was told to him was his parents ended up getting mistaken for another merchant and were robbed. That mugging ended up in an injury that stopped both their hearts. At their age they weren't fit to take much damage, so it wouldn't have required much.

The days that followed the news were tragic and full of mourning. Shinta started to dive deep into his hobby of doll making. Losing himself in the process. Escaping from the depressing nature of real life and the death that came with it by becoming his own creator. At the end of it all Shinto was once again brought up the offer of the Academy. By his teary eyed older brother who was now his primary caretaker. It's what his parents would have wanted is what was told to him. How could he refuse a final wish from them? So he agreed. To honor them, he would do anything.

As to be expected, Shinta didn't really excel during his academy years. In fact it was quite the opposite starting out. Taijutsu? Not strong enough. Ninjutsu? Too many distracting hand stuff! Genjutsu? Well, that was okay but still not good enough. The only thing Shinta really knew how to do well was make puppets, but that was nowhere in the curriculum. It was like he was getting left behind and there was little hope of catching up.

To make matters worse, he didn't exactly get along with his classmates. Not for a lack of trying either. Due to his strange tendencies and flippant thought process, he was immediately labled as the weird kid. Constantly failing at basic ninja tasks didn't really help his matters either. Overall he started to be seen as something of a pariah amongst the school. A failure. Until one day he finally got it.

4 years. It took 4 whole years for Shinto to gain enough skill to actually pass the final exam. He could now move on to the rank of Genin. There was one problem, though. He didn't want to. All those years trying to improve enough to move on to the next rank had left him exhausted. There was hardly any free time allotted to him thanks to his brother regulating him to extra hours after school training. What was worse was the fact that he had started to neglect the one thing he genuinely enjoyed doing. Making puppets. For fun. Not for battle. His brother told him he could worry about that when he was older, but that wasn't the point. He didn't make puppets solely to see them fight. It was an outlet for him. Without that outlet he was crumbling.

Upon notification that he could proceed in rank, Shinta took this news home to his brother. Along with the reasons for why he couldn't accept the promotion. Obviously this was met with a backlash. It didn't matter. Shinta couldn't take this stupid training any more. Hiroko responded by telling him to think of the clan and his loyalty to them. To which Shinto loudly denounced any respect towards the clan as a whole. He didn't care about them anymore and had no desire to be a part of this stupid family if this is what it meant... and then something snapped within Hiroko. Shinta wouldn't know this, but his brother had been dealing with thoughts of being a failure. He had no skills in craft and was no fighter either. The best he could do was a cook at a ramen shop. Not even a good one. He didn't want his younger brother to go through the pain he felt of not being a value to the clan. The pain his parents should have felt for wasting their talents while they had it. He never meant for them to get hurt. If Shinta didn't do this then everything would've been for nothing. So he snapped.

Backhanding Shinta to the ground. The boy was instantly filled with tears. He had never been struck by his brother before, and the fury in his eyes was completely new to him. What happened next would leave a scar on the innocent child for the rest of his life. Hiroko decided he would force loyalty on the kid. So he did. By permanently engraving the clan symbol on to the boys face he was making sure there would never be any doubt where his loyalty rested... and he was right. Two symbols. One on each cheek. One for mom. One for dad. Outsiders would regard it as a sign of loyalty. Those in the know could comprehend the true meaning behind this branding. It had seldom to do with loyalty and everything do with obedience.

Becoming My Own Ninja

That was the straw that needed to break for Shinta to fall into his loyalty for the clan. He accepted to bump up to Genin and devoted more of his time to becoming an actual shinobi. His scars were viewed as a mark of respect for his clan. Yet no one found it odd that he chose to cover that mark at all times. He wasn't embarrassed or ashamed by it. Even crazier was the fact that he didn't outright hate his brother for doing it. He just regretted the way it had to happen. The way family could be so cruel in a misguided act of love.

Things were on an uphill swing when Shinta finally became a Genin and was placed into a squad. The individualized treatment really encouraged him to discover his own niche and develop it from there. Ninja using puppets wasn't unheard of, especially with such a clan as the Shirogane. So he was encouraged to develop that skill further. Turns out that hunch his brother had about him as a child was right. His proficiency and talent for puppets became clear with the very first puppet he made.

Others looked at it as another weapon to be used, but Shinta saw this as his first true masterpiece. It wasn't just a weapon. It was an extension of himself. Of what everyone desired him to be. What his parents would have been proud of. He knew he would never be a great Ninja. Not in a traditional sense. He just wasn't built for it. So he produced a version of himself that was... and called him Hero.

From then on out Shinta really started to make a name for himself. When he wasn't taking on missions with his group, he was back in his workshop making adjustments to his prized possession. Not that he was great with people in the first place, but even then his social skills started to take a nose dive. He didn't require them for what he was destined to be.

The Truth

Compared to his years in the Academy, Shinta progressed much more rapidly as a Genin. Finally having found a lane to call his own and excelling at it. His puppet had been a success and continued to prove it with each passing day. He was finally able to keep up with the other. Hell he was able to surpass them. It wasn't long before he was considered amongst the ranks of Chunin. The promotion didn't mean too much to the boy himself. He was just content with being able to pursue his trade and if that made the Shirogane clan happy then he wasn't going to complain. Soon he even began taking pride in his job. It was hard to deny the feeling that came with being able to save others.

While his success rate continued to rise, back home his brother was going through some intense feelings of guilt. A long time had passed since the death of their parents but that type of thing didn't just leave someone. Chiefly when that said person had a hand in the events that went down that night. Like most truths it was one day going to come to the light. Just so happened that it occured the night Shinta came home from a big mission. Already exhausted from the taxing task he was confused when his brother came to visit him with teary eyes. This was just like that moment all those years ago... but different.

Hiroka confessed his sins to his little brother. The plan had been to turn him into a ninja all along. That night he just wanted to get his parents out of the way for a short while so he could convince him uninterrupted. He never meant for them to be exposed to danger or harm. When it happened he didn't know what else to do except continue on with his intended scheme. It worked. They finally had some respect in the clan and it was all because of his scheme. But at what cost? That confession altered everything. Shinta was too far into this role to go back now, but his brother decided to do the honorable thing and exile himself. Fleeing the village under the pressure of his own guilt and vowing to never interfere in Shinta's life again.

When Shinta revealed this new information to other clan leaders, he was met with stoic responses. No one seemed to be shocked or caught off guard by this news. As it turns out, he was the last person to find out about these revelations. The anger he felt for what had happened was his alone to bear. To the rest of the clan, it seemed like this was a necessary means to an end. If it produced them a good shinobi then so be it. They mourned the loss of his parents all those years ago but if given the chance they wouldn't reverse it. That was the day Shinta discovered some grim truths about the shinobi world. His life was not his own. The only life that he had control of were the ones he created.

True Failure | Experimentation

As a Chunin, Shinta entered into an experimental phase of his life. He was 18 at this point in his life, and his brain was opening up to different possibilities. Namely in the realms of his puppet creations. Ever since creating his first puppet he had only made one other. In the shape of his long gone, but not forgotten brother. There were pettier creations he made for the sake of fun or research sure, but nothing that he actually employed into battle. His focus had been on perfecting the ones he had already created.

Loss was the catalyst for this shift in practice. By this time he had experienced plenty of missions. Every one holding their own obstacle that he had to overcome. Some how he managed to come out of every single one with a success under his belt. Years had passed between his last known failure. Long gone were the Academy days where he had gotten used to screw ups. Going so long with non-stop accomplishment only set up his destined demise.

His mission? Rescue a three man team who found themselves outside of the village walls and in danger of bandit attacks. It was simple enough. A bunch of naive kids searching for adventure that they couldn't get in their structured curriculum of D Rank missions. They had meant no harm by what they were doing, but it was a cause of concern none the less. Usually this would be a job for their own team leader, but he had been out of the village on another mission. So the job fell to Shinta. 

With his usual eccentric flair he accepted the mission and was off. Just some kids who wanted to explore. They probably just got lost. Oh how he wished it would have been as simple. Looking back on the moment brought up a lot of regrets and what ifs. Like what if he had not been so overconfident and brought along back up?

Panic threatened to flood Shinta when he finally found the kids. Their personal mission of uncovering a bandit camp was successful, but they weren't prepared for the aftermath of that. All three of them were badly beaten and bloodied. Luck had shined down on them in the form of the puppet master. He arrived just as they were arranging to meet death. What came next was a long drawn out battle. Fighting to protect a bunch of stubborn kids who couldn't even walk with their injuries.

The bandits weren't particularly a match for Shinta one on one but they had the numbers. On top of fighting a man who had a handicap in the form of three maimed kids. They capitilzed on the one advantage they had. The Genin. The leader of the bandits saw what direction the fight was going and chose to strike at the weakest among them. A kid. Steel impaling the flesh of a prebuescent boy would forever haunt the memories of the Shirogane prodigy. The worse came when a doll fell from the boy's clutched hands. On it was the signature symbol of his clan. The Shirogane. One of his own had just been slain.

Riding off the rage of loss he was able to cut down the rest of the bandits to protect the remaining two Genin. All the killing did nothing to bring back his deceased clan mate. Things changed in Shinta that day. Having to escort them back to the village and explain to the leader of his clan why they had lost one of their own. That was what failure felt like. 

As a result of that, Shinta started delving into some questionable areas of research. See his puppets were largely based off real-life people and events. Well what if he could combine people with his puppets? He could preserve the memory of those who lost their lives too early. Imagining the prospects of such a combination was exciting on multiple levels for him. He could avenge the kid who so tragically lost his life. So he prompted the questions to his elders. Only to be shut down immediately and chastised for even considering it. Questions of ethics were brought up. Shinta didn't understand it. If anything that was his way to honor life?

Fine. If he wasn't able to combine the living with his creations then he would just attempt the next best thing. So his focus momentarily shifted to replicating the abilities of authentic ninjas through his puppet. Fire Release? He likewise could do that with the proper combination of combustibles and a trigger! Earth Release? His puppets could shift the earth with enough strength output! He merely had to get creative with it. Still his secret desire to create life from the once living remained.

To Realize Your Purpose

So commenced the journey of Shinta expanding his craft. Losing himself to his work he soon forced any thoughts of his family to the back of his mind. The missions he embarked on became more and more dangerous as did his own skillset. He started becoming adaptable. Useful in most situations thanks to the specific array of puppets he began to deploy. His value to the rest of the village became apparent.

In order to maintain his loyalty to the clan, Shinta realized he had to separate himself. Their demands had become too frequent and he often found himself building more and more resentment towards them. If he wasn't being called upon by the village, then he was being summoned to a task by his clan. He couldn't take it anymore. So he moved out of the clan's compound to regain a semblance of independence. Moving to a civllian sector within the village. It worked in a way. His clan leaders still called upon his help, but in a less frequent manner. Only in important situations did they really look to him.

The land of sand was split on their opinion of the man. Having set up his home in a new area more central in the village, he also relocated his shop to a room inside his new abode. This meant there were plenty of nights where he could be heard working on his creations and he wasn't exactly quiet about it. His odd nature also became very public to the citizens of the village. Some found it endearing where others deemed it grating. Neither opinion really mattered much to Shinta.

Living away from the clan was nice, but it didn't completely remove him from their requests. Once such demand of theirs in particular inserted a bad taste in his mouth. He was called before his family and asked to provide his talents to the collective once more. This time they asked for his help in creating puppets for the rest of the clan to use as they see fit. They were aware of his exceptional craft and thought it could be best put to use in helping the future generation of the clan. With his art they could have members capable of being competent ninja.

No. Shinta immediately expressed his discomfort with this ask. He had sacrificed a lot for the clan, but he could not give this part of himself up. Becoming a ninja was one thing. Giving up his own personal interest to help out the clan. It was his duty. However, this was pushing it too far. He didn't make these puppets for people to use when they saw fit. Every one of his creations was personal. To give up this piece of him would be a point of no return. He refused to sacrifice his independence and creativity for the collective.

For the moment the clan backed off him. Realizing just how passionate he was about this piece of his life. Yet it wouldn't be the last he heard of them in regards to this topic. Each time they would be met with the same answer. No. Perhaps they hoped they could whittle him down as time went on, but it just wasn't something he was willing to budge on. Not this. 

Shinta started to progress further in his career. After that doomed mission all those years ago, he vowed to prep himself in order to never lose another. Failure became far and few in between for Shinta. When it did happen it tended to hit him pretty hard. Causing him to lock himself away and focus only on his craft for days at a time. Still it was rare that it even occurred. His success rate started to skyrocket. Enough so to garner the attention of the village leaders and warrant a promotion to the rank of Jounin. Along with it came the promise of leading a team of Genin in the future. Now this part was unexpected. Shinta couldn't help but think of the team he let down all those years ago. How could they consider him for such a thing after that? He was better alone. Plus he was never a people person so to think he could have the future of some kids in his hand was strange. He couldn't promise his interest in them wouldn't wane, but he would at least give it his best effort. If only out of refusal to see another life lost because of his failures. So began a new journey in Shinta's life.

RP SAMPLE

"We almost had it brother."

Night had long since overtaken the village hidden in sand. The harsh heat had dialed back leaving the air a steely cool. Bare footprints being left through the signature gravelly substance that made most of this infamous village. On this particular night those prints led to a small hut in the middle of the village. Nothing fancy. Just a very well kept shack of sorts. A single candlelight flickering through the small windows adorning the sides. Incomprehensible muttering could be heard from the inside of this building. 

Those in the know would recognize this as the home of one Shinta Shirogane. He had long since abandoned the need to live within his clans complex, and instead took up residence with the other villagers. Where he was quite known for obnoxiously working on some new creation of his late into the evening and early morning. Like tonight. Clanging of hammers and other tools rang through the silence of the evening. People had learned long ago not to make too much of a fuss about it. Shinta was just doing what he did best.

Inside the hut was a magical disarray. Organization was for the business minded. Leave that to the great Kazekage. True artists knew that the best inspiration came when surrounded by a healthy mess. Papers and scrolls were strewn around the floor with different designs and concepts. A few spilled bottles of ink rested in the corner of the room with a dried quill hanging loosely from the top. Appendages from puppets left incomplete hung off the minimal furniture littering the room. A normal person would call this unorganized and chaotic. Shinta would agree. His best work was done through chaos.

"They want me to make a puppet for the clan? Don't they understand that's not how this works? Only I can wield my art! Do I look like a factory, Hiroko? Yeah, tell them that." 

Belonging to a clan as prestigious as the Shirogane came with its own set of challenges. Suddenly your Nindo started to reflect their interests instead of your own. With every fiber of his being Shinta was fighting to keep some sense of his own independence. Through his puppets he was able to be himself. How could they expect him to give them out so freely for their own use? A lot of things had been sacrificed for this clan. His pride. His family. But the line was drawn when it came to his art. He couldn't let them defile the one thing that he had for himself.

Clanging of metal started to steadily increase in volume. Echoing in the room that the shinobi stood in. Out of all the items spread throughout the room in disarray, there was one thing that  remained in perfect condition. Not a misplaced n on this 9 foot tall humanoid structure. Shinta was hammering away at its joints to get it into the ideal shape. Tears slightly edging at the corner of his eyes. Each bang of the tool gradually increased in intensity as his frustration began to bolster. Irritation with constantly being used. The stifling of his creative experience. For just once could he just be left to his own device. To do things for himself?

CLANG!

The final sound of metal on metal came followed by a hammer hitting the ground. Those tears had finally found their way past the border of his eyes and were flowing down. Drips plunked onto the cold steel of his puppet. One could only hold in frustration for so long before things just began to burst out like a broken dam. Both of the mans arms were wrapped tightly around his prized possession. The one thing that could bring him comfort without the need for words. Holding this lifeless form close to his body was the only way he had of feeling connected to family. The sole reason for his loyalty. it wasn't real.

"I love you, Hiroko."

JUJUTSU KAISEN, Toge Inumaki as shirogane Shinta

PLAYED BY Soren