Tsubasa Clan [Kouten]

Clan Surname:

Tsubasa

Land of Origin:

Tsuchi no Kuni

Location of Residence:

Kouten no Kuni, Soragakure

Special Abilities:

Hiden Art: Clay Purification

Tsubasa are capable of refining Doton into another form known as clay and thus manipulating it in myriad more ways than before. The most common use of this release is to use as a trap by entangling a targets limbs and hardening the clay back to an normal stone density without the additional weight. It can also be manipulated to do more supplementary tasks such as carrying a message like a carrier pigeon or even giving the user wings.

Special Traits:

Tsubasa are characterized by a few things, first and foremost, their hair and eyes. Tsubasa genes are dominant to the point that unless their genes were polluted for at least eight generations that the children born to the Tsubasa will be guaranteed to have Ivory hair and Crimson eyes.

Tsubasa are also known for having high metabolisms and thus incapable of gaining excess body fat. In fact some have such high metabolisms that they can become sickly thin and thus are forced to eat more than the average person as well as take medication to off set this.

History:

"Long ago our ancestors fought along side the mass forces of the villages combined to combat the evil one whom called himself Uchiha Madara. They fought valiantly against his mass army of the dead, however suffered heavy losses. We would have been annihilated, our bloodline ending on the battlefield of the Fourth Great Shinobi War, if it weren't for the arrival of one Uzumaki Naruto. It was he who turned the war in enough favor for our ancestors, or those few who remained, to be able to live despite the terror that would come from the Jyuubi's reincarnation. However something went horribly wrong with 'Madara's' plan and the Jyuubi seemed to self destruct presenting victory to our ancestors on that day. Only, our ancestor noticed something strange. The land was weeping. It was time to move on.

Our ancestors left the great shinobi lands fearing the worst would be yet to come. They traveled across the oceans to other lands where they would be able to rebuild, however none of them would ever forget the hell of the Fourth War. Tales of the war would be passed down through the generations. Each time it being twisted or altered in some fashion until it came to the point that it seemed like it was just a plain fairy tale with a happy ending. The bad guy got what he deserved in the end. However generations hundreds of years after the war would never learn of the true brutality that the war had been.

Eventually our ancestors, as the four hundredth anniversary of the war came to pass, started to believe it would actually be a good idea to return to our 'holy land' as it came to be called. They began to devise ways to return to the 'holy land'. Eventually this led to the resurrection of the shinobi arts within our clan. Arts that had died out about fifty years after the war. This would in turn lead to the rebirth of our hiden art, the clay purification, or nendou seisei, as it came to be called.

About five hundred years after the war our ancestors would finally refine their arts to the point of being able to send messengers of clay to one another, by seemingly breathing life into the substance. With this technique our ancestors would be able to maintain communication even at vast distances, and with this capability they believed that they would be able to at last begin their campaign to reach the 'holy land'. They could not have been more wrong.

Before our ancestors would ever manage to even set out to traverse the seas to reach the 'holy land' they would find themselves up against a formidable foe. Mother Nature. With harsh rip tides and currents, our ancestors would be unable to get a boat out of the harbor to be able to reach the destination that they so desired. It was almost as though Mother Nature was trying to give them a warning. However, our ancestors would not give up. They would instead continue devising ways to be able to best mother nature and thus traverse the vast oceans that now rest between them and the 'holy land'.

They would spend many decades, that would turn into centuries, researching into this method with which they would travel, until at long last in the eighth century one man figured it out. That man, my grandfather, would devise a way to make humans fly. By forming our clay into an avian creature that would then attach to the back of a human they would then be capable of short term flight. Flight that he would believe would be just long enough to be able to get out of the reach of the tide. He spread this idea through out our clan, and before long we had a new found reserve. We would begin testing out the idea and refining it until long last fifteen years ago when I was just a small boy, we would set the plan into motion. However under the leadership of not my grandfather, but my father.

A group of fifteen men would fly out and pull our sea vessel through the currents with the passengers on board. If they tired out they would switch with another ready man. The ordeal was hectic but after about five hours of enduring the ocean's wrath we would finally be on our way toward the holy land. It would take us seven years to finally reach the shore. It would then take us three more years to at long last reach what we had long since believed to be the holy land. We even expected to see this vast civilization more advanced than our own, however, what we found was something completely different.

Mass devastation everywhere we looked. Not a living human soul around to tell us what had happened. We were bewildered. Where had everyone gone? We had no time to investigate. We could not turn back now, as I dared to point out to my comrades. We had lost too much to turn back now, especially since there was so much knowledge that was likely just laying within the earth to be discovered. I convinced my fellow clansmen as well as though whom had followed. So we decided to make a base of operations. However we never imagined that our little base would turn into the thriving village that we now live in today only five years later."

~Journal of Tsubasa Chinatsu

Population:

• LEADER | Tsubasa Chinatsu
• HEIR | Tsubasa Kei
• MEMBER | Tsubasa Chizou
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