Bad OC Don't Read - WIP

When Alina came to notice the presence of the figure exiting the treeline, the first thing they’d notice about them was the commanding aura they possessed. They carried themselves like a skilled and renowned king or a war forged general who’d seen a thousand battles; every part of their energy seemed to radiate a sense of confidence, control and leadership. Their posture was perfect, bringing them to the absolute upper echelons that their body could manage to stretch their body to - their shoulders were pulled back while sitting in a comfortable yet awfully regal position, their legs were placed into a neutral stance that had them placed straight beneath their hips and never strayed more than half a foot apart. The figure held their head up high, the center of gravity for it being placed upon the crown of their head; their chin would be raised slightly upwards to the sky so they were looking down upon those around them. Their arms were in two different places, their right was holding onto a sun bleach wooden staff which rested atop the moist dirt the figure was standing upon; while their left was holding a small, discoloured cream sack by its weathered and slightly yellowed drawstring.

This figure was, in fact, female and one of an utterly bizarre appearance for the location they were in - this was Balbadd, a kingdom where the women had long dark hair and naturally dark or tanned skin due to the intense sunlight. Yet this was not the appearance of the women in question here. Hair cut into a ragged bob-like appearance that fell down just short of her shoulders, without curving towards her neck with an especially great gradient; this strange woman had hair that seemed white in the shade and white going on an extremely light violet or a very, very light blonde in the sunlight. Her skin was as pale as the full moon on a winter's day and unmarked like a sheet of fresh marzipan, unmarred and unaffected by the great heat of Balbadd’s never ending cascade of solar light. Wolf-like irises amber in colour and as vivid as sunlight streaming in through a stained glass window, while also being as cold an arctic wind in the middle of a blizzard. Her facial features were perfectly proportional and equal on both sides of her face, the delicate yet striking features creating a breathtaking contrast that drew in the gaze and brought wonder to the mind - with full lips, large eyes, long eyelashes, a straight and soft nose; this woman's face was like art.

This woman's body was a sight to behold as well, voluptuous and well endowed this young adult was absolutely blessed with a picture perfect and incredibly attractive body. She was large in all the right places (namely her bosom, hips, buttocks and thighs) and thin in all of the others (her arms and waist), creating a delicate yet incredible hourglass body shape that would draw the interest of men and the envy of women alike. Clad in nothing but a bizarre bodysuit-dress hybrid that was very much form fitting and high cut, a large overcoat with a fur trim and a velvet lining - as well as black leather boots with a 3 inch heel; this clear outsider to the country knew exactly how to flaunt her appearance.

With a swivel of her eyes and a flicker of movement in her pupils as they rapidly adjusted to the change in light as they stepped out into the beach - the woman came to notice another pale, white haired female in this area; it was rare to see someone similar to her own appearance around these parts, though they were decidedly much younger then her, so perhaps it was time to make some enquiries. The stowaway could wait just a moment, he wasn’t at any particular risk at this exact time - this young girl though… that was very interesting to her.

" A good afternoon to you too, I’m here on a little bit of an adventure - a small excursion through the woods of this island if you will. I’d just finished my walk when I spotted you and that stowaway boy on the seafront, so I decided it was to be in my best interest to come and say hello - its not often you see someone with hair as white as yours and mine in Balbadd after all. I’m Kadya by the way, no second name for the time being, what do you go by my dear? "

Music, her voice was like music to the ears of those who happened to hear it. Clipped, perfectly annunciated and done without any distinct pausing for air or for thought - she spoke like someone who had been born to the highest reaches of society. It certainly came out in her accent at the very least, as that alone was a dead giveaway to her upbringing - it was so upper crust and regal that it would almost sound foreign to the ears of middle to low class citizens. Not only that, but her speech had a certainly perfectly conversational feel to it that you almost felt… sucked into it. Like the words themselves were drawing you in. It was a bizarre experience to say the least.

Since we’re in the mood to specify the exact amounts and spacing of my sand, I’ll talk about the concentration and thickness of my sand. The sand was incredibly closely packed together and wrapped around the feet of the shinobi wearing the crimson scarf, it coming up 5 inches past his ankles and having the density of a solid slab of iron. This meant it just about came up to the area where his knee joints were found while also not restricting the movements of them whatsoever. That was simply the Iron Sand on the ground though, there was still a large amount of Iron sand hanging around in the air around his body.

For a radius of about 3 meters around the figure, this sand hung in mid air. It wasn’t a field of sand though, all of the sand was pulled into tiny balls of compact iron sand. There were a total of about 300 of these tiny balls floating around his body. They were found at all altitudes around his body, that of which wasn't covered by the sand on the ground of course. This didn’t impede his vision one bit though due to the spaced out and well distributed nature of this array.

There is nothing to interrupt here as this was already set up before, unless you want to completely scrap your post that I’m currently responding to.



One handed seals, as suspected. It had begun with the tiger seal, a common seal used to denote the usage of fire release techniques and basic ninjutsu. Not much could be obtained from this but it did give him just a single moment to prepare for what came next as he activated the jutsu that he already had prepared when the Senju began weaving his handseals. Yes these handseals were being woven rapidly, but the speed and perception difference between these two parties is utterly negligible and the jutsu being used by the Kakumei was prepared before the Senju even began weaving handseals; based upon the fact that he waited to see what the Kakumei would do before weaving his own handseals.


As the second seal was rapidly formed, the many tiny balls of iron sand that remained simply hanging around the man suddenly shot forwards with an incredible amount of speed and power. All three hundred of these bullets shot out and began racing towards the man who was standing completely still other than his formation of handseals. The jutsu being levelled against this man was specifically designed to be fired at any range and still be immensely effective, so the distance it was shot at would make little to no difference to the travel time.


The Iron sand itself was distributed in such a way that it would have an attack area of a 4x4 meter distanced area of projectile spread. The many different balls of iron sand were formed into what was akin to a rectangle. While the sand balls were travelling through the air they suddenly split up into 10 smaller needle-like projectiles that still moved with the same speed and power of the Iron Sand Drizzle technique. In short, there were now 3000 small needle-like objects being fired at the senju. This happened in transit and was done by the application of the Iron Sand Weaponry technique to the aforementioned Iron Sand Drizzle technique. These techniques do not cost chakra per object and in fact can be used to create an unlimited amount of projectiles, provided you have enough sand.


As the Dog handseal was formed, the swarm of Iron Sand needles would be upon the Senju - ready to make contact. You see, the Iron Sand Drizzle technique has an incredible speed when fired but this speed only increases as the projectiles of this technique travel. The Iron Sand Drizzle technique utilises magnetic forces to rapidly increase the speed of the bullets after they are shot, via the repellent force of magnetism. This speed increase is then added onto the larger amount of iron sand projectiles as they are being moved by the iron sand drizzle technique.

In short, these bullets are incredibly fast and great in number and increase dramatically in speed while still in transit. Likely giving the illusion to the senju that they would have enough time to form the handseal and finish this jutsu before the rapid speed increase kicked in and the bullets came into contact with the opponent. Moving backwards would not help him here, as these projectiles would easily catch up to him no matter how far back he moved. Moving to the side would be equally as ineffective as he would still be tagged by at least 100 of these projectiles due to their large number and wide spread.

" What a waste. "