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"Well you'd be quite the disgrace of a medic if you starved so easily. Ebi. I suppose I'll let you lead the way ebi." Toso would tuck the photos away and the later inside the innumerable pockets of his coat then wipe his nose briefly. He'd turn heel and face front then proceed to follow Nathaniel. Toso knew a lot about Kumogakure's geography but only the main landmarks essentially. His diet honestly mainly consisted of fresh fish or sea game. Occasionally the bowl of ramen. The more he stuck to living off the land or rather sea the less likely he was to run into...THAT.

Toso in truth had kept to himself after his outburst in the cafe. He spent the time analyzing Nathaniel as they had walked to return back to this place of knowledge. He had figured in order to be prepared for anything one must analyze everything about ones possible enemies. Furthermore it did well to think of ways to implement this knowledge to bolster existing offenses. The squid essentially went turbo nerd and the subject was Nathaniel. Height, weight, possible shoe size, skin tone (light grey or dark grey) , eye shape, movement patterns, level of charisma. When Nathaniel cracked his humorous conjecture Toso laughed a forced laugh because he honestly had no idea what he had just said. [ Gyounen: Mental Concentration 1/1]

"The Brush isn't all about the brush itself Nathaniel-kun. Bloop. Precise utilization of what most would consider an unconventional weapon requires a lot of focus and preparation. Bloop" Toso removed one of his two brushes stroking it as one would a delicate blade. Then like a conductor began directing an imaginary orchestra. "Every stroke is like that of a slash, the target a clean canvas, with their blood as your palette. Bloop" Toso approached one of the nearby wood men then cheerily saying the following. "They're also quite good at tickling. There is no finer instrument of torture." Infusing the brush with his Chakra Toso would perform a stroke. The stroke itself functioned as a pseudo-blade as it left a small cut across the wooden man. The execution was done in lackadaisical but skilled manner.
[Formless Brush 1/5]
However, any medical professional would be able to tell that the slash was to maximize bleeding. It's intentions if the beings were of flesh would have suffered quite the sum of vascular damage. Then what seemed like a fluid dance Toso continued his eased dissection. He was no doctor, but it did not take a genius to know what where critical areas of the body were. Still it did show that the squid was knowledgeable of weakness exploitation. Small cuts made to area where there would be ligaments to prevent raising one's arm. Cuts to main aortic regions. When Toso was finished he seemed to have meshed together an exquisite carving of the wooden subject
[Formless Brush 2/5]
"You know Nathaniel-kun. Since it's just us two. How about we share in some of our darker desires? Bloop. Get it all out in the open. Bloop. A conversation amongst men. Bloop." Toso continued his 'painting' of the wood as it began to splinter with distinctive cracks. It seemed Toso still had some pent up aggression from the situation with the bookish girl earlier. He seemed to be keeping it under control as he continued to speak cheerily with a flat voice as always. "I'll start us off. Bloop. On the subject of tickling. I suppose you may consider it a fetish of mine to some degree. The laughter of others fill me with unbridled glee. Bloop. In addition I also quite favor tentacle play. Although, I suppose those outside my bloodline may call it er...ensnarement? Bondage? Bloop. Yes, I think it was bondage. Bloop." As the squid spoke the pacing of his brush strokes increased. It seemed the Hojo family or rather Toso's Hojo family were as open about themselves as they were about their exhibitionism. Still sharing said information made room for a whole hell of a lot of awkward. Especially if he were to recall that their initial meeting involved the man tickling the boy.
[Formless Brush 3/5]
Still despite whatever air this produced Toso eye's wouldn't leave the target. Rightly now it seemed he was starting to shape it into something. He was no wood-smith but Toso dabbled in all arts. It would not be something to write home about but it was certainly taking shape into something. The figure though remained humanoid in all aspects though most of it's sides were being chipped thinner and thinner. "Although I won't force you to speak Bloop. Some individual's aren't as open as myself I've come to realize during my stay here in Kumogakure. Bloop. After All we've only known each other for what? Four days? Bloop. Toso would make sure not to pressure the boy into doing anything he didn't want.
[Formless Brush 4/5]

Toso laughed, it wasn't the usual laugh. As instead of a bloop it was replaced with the more common heh heh although it was said in a very deep mysterious way. "Quite innocent aren't you Nathaniel-kun. A comedian?" During Nathaniel's search for further techniques and the practitioning of the ones he'd set his mind to Toso had fully accomplished his goal. The carving was far from exquisite but one could make out what it was. It was feminine in figure, it bore what seemed like long hair, and some facial features. In short it was primitive carving of the bookish woman from the cafe. The end to the cleaving of wood would bring silence back to the Dojo between the two men. "A comedian gives his audience the choice of laughing. Bloop. While a person of my taste..." The final distinctive sound of wood being cut then a clunk on the ground. The severed wooden head rolled across the floor in front of Nathaniel. It's face sporting a smile in red ink. "Doesn't give them a choice Bloop." [Formless Brush A 5/5]

With the severing of the head came what seemed to be sparkly bubbles hovering over Toso's head. He seemed to be 'at peace' finally with his grudge long gone. At least it was good he alleviated himself of his personal aggressions in a way that didn't involve maiming the real thing. Right? "Well then Bloop. How about we move on with this chat among men? Bloop." Toso would then find one of the corners of the dojo in which where he would sit with a peaceful disposition opening small booklet. The booklet of course was the Hojo guide he'd been given by his father before his long arduous adventure to the cloud. He of course had received several questions as to why not go to the leaf or mist taking into their closer proximity. Still that remained a mystery.[Fountain Spit 3/5]

Toso in truth having felt he had covered a fast majority allowed from his skill set thought there was little to go from where he was. With such thinking the only thing to do was review. Toso began skimming the blends and techniques within his Hojo clan hand book and with his brush began to write in some of his own techniques. The book of course was a culmination of his fathers teachings, with his mothers, and even his sisters. It was his duty now to fill the little hand book with his own creations. Each page, each blend, so far it had seemed he'd mastered them all aside from the ones that were overly too complex for him to handle currently. [Fountain Spit 4/5]

Then came one page. It seemed to have been stuck together with ink. Pulling the two apart Toso realized it was in his father handwriting. What he bore witness to were the same exact techniques he'd had thought original. The vein of competition and slight anger of having been outdone by his father. Still Toso could say one thing. His execution of the fountain spit proved a lot to understand than his father's. To make matters all the simpler he'd omit his fathers and replace it with his own. Yup, right there, none of this, let's just give him a swirly mustache here. In the process of his artistic representation of his father's being 'improved' Toso would finally return to subject of beliefs between men. "A popular belief of mine. Since I was young. Is nothing in this world is purely black and white. There is no such thing as a truly pure individual and the vice versa in there is no such thing as an truly evil person." [Fountain Spit 5/5]

"True Nathaniel-kun but that's what makes it all the more enticing finding someone who is. Bloop" He chuckled to himself as if to say such things would not deter him from his pursuits of the tickly kind. "Morality is always a strange subject. What is right and what is wrong is always so heated wouldn't you think. Bloop. Who's to say what is justice, right Bloop? But in society as it stands currently the one who decides what is right and what is wrong. Is the winner." Almost speaking in a philosophical manner the squid stood with his entries complete. He put his brush away not something he'd commonly do as most of the time he channeled his techniques through it. Instead for the following Toso opted to use hand signs there was no need to be discreet after all. He wasn't very skilled when it came to Genjutsu. Ideally he stuck to learning only those that created a greater opening but just this once he'd practice this talent. [1/3]

Toso would continue to speak as he began forming hand signs. As he did the room would slowly begin to twist and alter. It was being made plainly obvious that this was a Genjutsu but Toso wouldn't solely make Nathaniel subject to it. In truth he found the learning center had become a dreary place. One can only stare at the wall for so long before it becomes too dull to handle. At least for an artist like Toso this was the case. The walls began to fade vanishing as if reality itself was changing. As if the place they once were had never existed. [2/3]

Then a flash or what would seem to be a lapse in memory would overcome Nathaniel and Toso. The room they were once in had become a forest. It was by no means a traditional forest though. With Nathaniel fully knowledgeable of the technique or rather it's use there was no reason for it to affect him in it's entirety. The bark of the trees were are blue, the leaves were altering in a rainbow of color. The grass was red with hints of orange. Animals were even included but they to were unnatural shades. Nathaniel's perceptions of color were painting Toso's lack thereof. While Toso himself could not indulge in the colors the scenery would have been more than enough as he breathed it all in. Magen: Kokuni Arazu no Jutsu [ Demonic Illusion: False Surrounding Technique 3/3]

"I guess I should elaborate Bloop. Who makes the rules? The one who's in the most power bloop. What if there's rebellion you ask bloop? If the one in power succeeds they remain in power. If the rebels succeed they are the one's in power. Likeability, right, wrong. None of it matters if you're strong enough to crush the opposition. It is why people fear gods and warmongers bloop. It saddens me still bloop but it is undeniable fact. Bloop."

"Yet you saw how Giant-san handled the situation after did you not? Bloop." Toso found Nathaniel's dabbling in the arts of water a refreshing sight. The Genjutsu would fade naturally over time so Toso sought no need to Kai it out so soon and suddenly. Truth be told Toso himself she probably stop neglecting the very nature of his clan. That nature of course being water. He'd let Nathaniel stew about what it was exactly that he meant when he said 'Giant-sans actions' [1/3]

Just to show playfulness and good humor Toso mimicked Nathaniel, although he seemed to have a significantly easier time doing so. Inadvertently Nathaniel himself acted as his mentor for the technique. Where it took Nathaniel longer to mold the Chakra Toso did so just as fast if not faster. He'd have Nathaniel to thank of course. However, his structures seemed to have been molded in a reckless fashion. By reckless they were containing a slight bit more chakra then they should have. Wasteful to say the least but Toso prided himself seemingly more on his tactical and physical skill. [2/3]

As the spears would shortly be launched and disperse Toso would continue his repose state of being during the conversation. "Power over nothing is still power Bloop. Constant rebellions may be incited but as long as the irons remain in the fire the one in power will find away Bloop. Torturing loved ones to force someone to submit. Bending one's will by making them into a human puppet." Toso was very descriptive in his methods of ascertaining obedience. The casual way he said it was almost haunting but it showed signs he'd never behave in such a way...right? "With one of your natures being Suiton what say we tutor each other whilst we talk. Perhaps you may find something I know. In exchange mayhaps I can gather some inspiration as I did just now as you learn on your own." [ Doriru Suiyari no Jutsu [ Drilling Water Spears ] B 3/3 learned ]