Naruto rp

Preparing to go to war to retake my village" you would see the mark of the ishokage, ruler of land of caves and she was from cave village

Zy had a look on his face say that he had no idea

"i am Kari the next in line to become the Ishokage of cave country"

"Ims Zyino. A orphan fwom da Uchiha cwan."

i am from the Ishogomi clan" she syas and smiles "is there anything i can help you with lil copycat ninja"

Sighs. "Not unwess yous can tuwn back time..."

i can turn it back by 2 days at the most" she says smilin

Zy's ears lower. "N-not enough..."

well if we go to my village i can do it by 3 weeks"

"It wont bwing back mys mommy and daddy..."

"well there is another way to bring them back if you can take me to their graves"

"No know where dey awe..."

well if we new i could use a forbidden jutsu to bring them back"

"..."

she pulls the headban up that was covering her ye to reveal Ryuoga, her clans keki genki* tyhis allows me to use the Reanimation jutsu"

Zyino tilts his head, stareing at it.

after she opens her eyes you would then see a blue star inside her red red pupil in each eye* well as you now see, this ability of my clan gives access to any jutsu we have ever seen as a clan or individual"

"nice..."

it is very similiar to your sharigun"

"Y-yeah..." he sighs "I s-should head h-home..."

Shenji drops into his personal clearing, and rushes his target. The bark of the ancient tree, likely errected by one of the anceint Hokage, and his bloodline ability, cries in protest as the familiar fist assaults it again. The genin wheels around, kicks off and throws two darts at the red bulls eye in the branches. As he lands he lashes out again with his right arm and chops at the wound, made from many hours of practice, and strips more flesh from the old plant.
A few more kicks and punches fly, and he backpeddles to another tool of his training.
Sweating a bit allready, Shenji yanks on a rip-cord tied to a drum with many flails attached. A time had been when this action in starting the deadly contraption, had been enough to knock the boy down.
But now he is faster and jumps back and clear as the lowest flail swings at his legs. Rather than continue dodging, Shenji readies his limbs, and blocks the heavy steel balls as they assault him.
The training chips at his bones and brushes his flesh, but he holds fast and continues untill his arms are tossed aside by the untiring assault. Now the apprentice shinobi has to dodge, or risk a dibilitating injury. He bends under the swing and arches forward to avoid another, then lifts his feet in sequence to miss those aiming for his feet. As he touches down, something slams his head, and he goes rigid and raises an arm on instinct. He feels the weight blast his forearm in twain, and grabs with his free hand, and grabs the chain as it whips by.
His foot dives several inches deep into the toughened soil, as SHenji pulls the machine to a halt, breathing heavily as his left arm hangs lifelessly.
He flexes his banged arm, and cracks sound out, running from his wrist to his elbow. Shenji cries out loudly as the final crack ends, birds and animals fleeing in shock, and his muscle tightens around the bone, forcing it back into a straight line.
He hangs lazily and then flops onto his side with a moan.
"I beat my record," his voice feels far off, as he speaks, trying to console himself.

"your welcome to stay at my dojo"

"Tank euw."

she leads him to a dojo on outsirts of village*

"I wike it"