Post by Akimichi Cho on Sept 22, 2006 9:04:59 GMT -5
Replacement for Chouji.
General Info
Name: Akimichi Cho
**Nickname: 'Little butterfly'
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Rank: Genin
Specialty: Eating, writing, memorising things
Home Village: Konohagakure no Sato
Graduation Dates/Ages:
Academy Entrance - 8
Genin - 12
Personality:
Cho is a sweet, soft-spoken girl. Actually, she doesn’t really talk much at all. She would love to, love to have a rip-roaring adventure and laugh and play and jump and shout, but she hasn’t got a kunai’s worth of confidence in her pocket. Cho suffers from extremely low self-esteem, always self-conscious and a rather passive person in general. She’ll accept whatever anyone else says just so that they could stop looking at her. Most of her insecurity comes from the fact that she doesn’t look like the other ninja. Of course her clan are meant to be brilliant and really cool how they convert calories into chakra- but that’s it. They can’t run as silent as an owl taking flight like the Uchihas, they can’t fight fiercely with blazing white eyes or control minds or manipulate shadows. That was all they did… pure bulk fighting. That might be great in the short run, but when you’re just beginning out and when all the other people don’t really want to play ninja games with you because you are fat, it really doesn’t seem worth it at all.
There is usually a sad, resigned sort of smile on her face. Her father once told her that everyone has something special in them, and he told her that although she was not as fast or as clever as the other ninja, she was still kind.
But ninjas aren’t meant to be kind, are they?
Cho was more confused than assured from her father’s words, but she worked hard, even though she preferred food to training and huffing and puffing out in front of the crowds and having everyone laugh at her.
Cho wished she could be a boy. Boys weren’t really laughed at if they were big; they were actually considered strong if they had some bulk to their body. But girls were simply considered fat.
She hates her body, her clan, but she doesn’t dare think this. After all, who really is her friend besides her family? Being a kunoichi is hard work. Cho just wishes it weren’t so lonely.
**Likes: Honey, tea, rice, sweetcorn, food in general
**Dislikes: Failed diets
Clan/Organization: Akimichi Clan
Partner/s: None
Character Appearance
When you are part of the Akimichi clan, your physical proportions are not petite and slender like many other ninja. In fact, the Akimichi’s are bigger, bulkier with broader shoulders than most of their Konoha brethren. They’re also the tallest in terms of height as well, so they just look big, and not really all that fat.
Unfortunately, Cho is not that big yet; she’s just fat and tries to heave herself in the back seat in the class and look inconspicuous. She was always trying to make herself look small, but all of that was in vain. Now, she is desperately trying hard, as she enters her teenage years, to become thin. She doesn’t want to be fat, doesn’t want to be laughed at.
Actually, the girl is quite pretty, but what’s the point of having long eyelashes when your body bulges out of really nice clothes? When you can barely stand the sight of yourself as silk clings onto curves that are in all the wrong places? She doesn’t really believe her father, in fact, she wishes he’d stop calling her ‘his little butterfly’, stop it when it’s so blatantly a lie. She’s not pretty or light like a butterfly, she feels awkward and clumsy and big and horrible.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Reddish brown
Attire:
Cho would love nothing more than to wear the traditional Shozoku, but her parents think it’s nonsense. They aren’t like the uptight Hyuuga’s, and besides, it’s silly to wear the black suit when others would easily recognise them if they wore it out of Konoha. Thus, she is confined to wearing colourful clothes and ‘normal’ clothes, even though she wants nothing than to be in her pyjamas all the time. However, the normal clothes she does wear are dark hakama trousers, that are so long and flowing that they almost look like skirts, which stop just a bit after the knees. She wears lighter tunics on top, usually, a shirt which overlaps the other side and is tied by a belt (like Haku’s clothing). She wears the traditional blue sandals.
Family and History
Family: Father: Choumaru; Jounin [alive]
Mother: Hotaru; retired Chuunin [alive]
Family History:
Chouza and Hotaru cannot be prouder of their ‘little butterfly’. Like any parents, they dote on their girl and want her to become a good kunoichi and have a happy life. Unfortunately, they also know the hardships that some face for being ‘different’. They were wary about how she’d cope, but when she came home and didn’t say much and ate little, it confirmed their suspicions about what was going on. They tried hard to explain to her, to make her understand her true-self worth. But they were family and what Cho needed was friends. Friends that’d think she was cool and good. She wasn’t those things, but she was kind. She was gentle, demure and very withdrawn, perhaps due to her wanting to not be noticed for just being massive.
“You know Cho, we’re like caterpillars, we eat and eat and eat, but then, we grow into beautiful butterflies,” Chouza informed her gently as he peered over at her while she was idly sitting in the fields, eating onigiri.
But caterpillars were so small… so neat… and they weren’t caterpillars. Cho was a human, but she resembled the size of a beast. For once, she wished he’d stop trying to make her feel better. They were sympathetic words laced with gentleness and kindness.
Character History:
Chouza didn’t know what it was at first, that feeling threatening to burst his huge heart, expanding into his lungs, his face hurting from smiling so much and hugging the baby and cradling it to his chest while his wife watched, already knowing that they’d fallen in love with their child. Love was something that surrounded, emanated and blossomed all around the Akimichi clan. They were big people with even bigger hearts (and big appetites to match!). Cho was named after her father, as she had gripped onto his finger with her chubby hands and when she fluttered open her eyes, her father compared them to a butterfly opening it’s wings to bask in the sun.
She grew up, changing her dresses twice a day from fawning aunties and uncles and of course, her loving parents.
“Remember , Cho. Remember to be grateful for the food. Don’t waste a single morsel.”
Her parents were keen to remind her about that, and she was grateful, but she was unsure of who to be grateful to, her parents, the Hokage, the farmers, or Kami-Sama… or all of them? But she eat the meals heartily, her mother’s meals were renowned through not only the clan, but also all of Konoha.
The auburn-haired girl would always wait for her father at the doorstep, even if her mother told her to go to sleep, she’d sneak downstairs and wait for him to come home, heating up the food for him and preparing the table before her mum could do it. One such day. Cho was in for the shock of her life. When her cuddly, kind father was smeared with blood as he marched through the door, his armour plates broken and a strange coldness in his eyes, she was horrified. Cho didn’t know what to make of this dad, a dad who didn’t smell of spices sometimes and lavender the next, a dad who sang her to sleep when he could in a deep throaty voice or a dad who, when he read to her, made all the funny noises of the characters and improved her mood—looked like he’d just come back from a war zone. She was stumbling around, twisting the fabrics of her nightie.
“Stop that.” He hadn’t said it harshly, but his curt tone pricked the back of her eyelids and she wept when she ran back to her room, away from a dad who smelled of blood.
They had been worried when Chouza had told his wife, confiding in her that he wondered whether Cho would ever love him again since she saw him like that before they had a chance to explain the way of the ninja to Cho, properly. It was not all fancy missions and helping the old lady fix her roof. It was a smashed rib, a cracked skull, a broken arm and leg, and almost certain death for some. They had yet to explain the deadly art to their girl, but his wife gently reminded him that Cho would listen, since she was good at that, she’d listen to her own father no doubt. She did, because she was only five and she hadn’t learned anything else but to love. She didn’t have any prejudices, didn’t have any influences except her mum and dad’s, and what they said made sense. They were protecting the village, their friends, the people close to their hearts and Cho thought that was the noblest thing to do. She wanted to be like her mum and dad.
Even when her chakra wasn’t stable enough, her father and mother began to teach her clan rules, ninja rules and rules for life. She learned of Akimichi traditions, Konoha traditions, and ninjutsu. Early on her, father taught her how to convert the energy from the food in her body to expand her cells and make herself bigger. She wasn’t very good at first, in fact, she was appalling, but her parents were proud and took her out to eat dinner. Cho still liked her mums cooking, but the noodles in that place weren’t bad either and the atmosphere was really warm and friendly.
It took her until she went to the academy to get the Baika no jutsu down pat, but she felt like nothing mattered except those beaming smiles on all of her relatives’ faces.
Unfortunately, her first day at the academy, everything did matter. She didn’t see and warm or friendly faces; simply little boys and girls, half her size. Even though the teacher was bigger, he was nowhere near the adults she was used to seeing. He was too thin to be considered warm, even though he was friendly. She didn’t know whether she liked this change, but the games looked so much fun. At first, the children would accept it, but when they saw how their side always lost because she was heaving herself into a hiding place, they all gave up on her.
“You can play another game.”
“Are we playing a new game! Oh good… I didn’t really think I was very good at Cool-nin and Missing-nin. I never got a turn to be the cool ninja.”
“We’re playing Cool-nin Missing-nin, but you can play another game.”
“It’s boring playing with you, because our group always loses.”
“Yeah, and you’re too big and slow to play a game like that.”
“Come back when you’re not so fat. You should really go on a diet.”
She cried then, sobbing pathetically as they pulled faces and jeered at her that she was not only a slowpoke but also a big, fat cry-baby. She sniffed, wondering why she wasn’t angry at them, why she didn’t just hit them with a shuriken, she could as well, she was bigger and stronger than them. It wasn’t because they’d run away if she chased them.
It was because they were right.
She was fat and big, and to be told so openly, it did break her heart. She didn’t go to the academy for three days, pretending to her mum and dad she was ill. They figured out on the fourth day that she was lying. It was unlike Cho to lie, so they’d been reluctant to believe their theory, but when she broke down, saying that everyone hated her and could they please, please please not send her back there, they finally understood. Akimichi’s were slow, perhaps not too bright and perhaps even a little gullible, but they weren’t stupid. They had all gone through the phase where everyone had once poked fun, and even doubted their strength, taking their bulk to be idle and unnecessary. They had all had their hearts broken, simply for the way they chose to appear. Chouza and Hotaru had hoped that Cho would be spared from that heartbreak, that the Akimichi had proven themselves to everyone—but apparently, the parents of the children didn’t mention it. After all, what was more desirable: an Uchiha body, the lithe builds of the Hyuuga… or the bulky figures of theirs?
Chouza did manage to persuade Cho to go, but if they wanted her to be confident about what she was and how she chose herself to look, then that was perhaps asking too much. Cho had already got the approval of her parents, her relatives, but she wanted someone that’d like her not because she was meant to be liked or because they were relatives… but someone who’d find her funny, her double-jointed thumb amazing or… simply someone to invite to dinner. All the other girls and even some of the boys always invited their friends round to their houses, or to show off their brilliant new shuriken or a new kicking technique or simply to hang out in the park later on. Nobody bothered to invite her. She was always the last to be chosen for a team activity when the teacher decided they wanted to make education dynamic, and in partner work, she’d always have to wait behind to see who else would be left behind to work with her.
All in all, academy life was unbearably lonely for Cho, she’d try to approach some other people who were always alone or who looked like they needed a hand, but she still couldn’t forget the jibes about her being too fat. She’d somehow got the idea she was too big to make friends. Too ugly and slow for anyone to like her. She vowed to make herself thin, to make herself likeable and faster than any of the others, but unfortunately, when she threw the generous lunch that her mum had prepared in the bin, she started crying.
“I’m so sorry for being ungrateful…” she’d cry at night, weeping for her wasteful habits.
But even throwing her lunch away didn’t work, since her parents, if they noticed she was tired, made her have an even bigger dinner. Once, she simply threw up the food, fortunately, everyone took it as a tummy upset and let it go. However, she did get caught when her mum saw her throwing her lunch in the bin outside their house and her mother was too clever to hide anything from. Cho could never lie to her mum’s slanted eyes with their long lashes. The next day, there was no lunchbox for her, but her mum was there.
“Take what you want to eat, since you obviously know more about your nutrition than we do,” she ground out.
Cho didn’t like it when her mother, made her feel stupid by implying in her statements that Cho was trying to act too much for herself.
She was lectured by her mum, dad, and if that wasn’t bad enough, all her other clan members on why she should eat, why for an Akimichi, they needed to eat to convert the energy from food into chakra. Cho didn’t want to be an Akimichi any more, not when she saw how other kids didn’t need to eat as much food for them to get chakra.
Their love, kindness and overprotection was smothering her to death.
It simply got worse as she grew older, learned about the ways of the Kunoichi from their sensei who said the art of the kunoichi was subtle, was beautiful and was almost indistinct. What Cho learned, that kunoichi had to be beautiful, their bodies were their tools as fists were for the boys. She learned that she was not going to be a good kunoichi with her body (her manners were perfect). She needed to be thin. To be beautiful.
It was okay for her cousins, they were all boys, they weren’t picked on that much. They were considered strong and cool and could get away with saying their fat was pure muscle. But she couldn’t, not with her size, entering her years into puberty, she knew she was going wrong somewhere when all the girls and boys were growing taller and she was growing wider.
Once again, she tried for another diet, and something to add to that, a jutsu like the baika no jutsu, but she wanted her cells to shrink inwards, to lose the energy, but also to lose the bulk that was added. She pretended to her parents, no matter how hard it was at first, she pretended she was learning meat tank, the rolling jutsu that followed baika. She did learn meat tank, but she was also trying really hard to bunch the chakra in small spaces, so that she wouldn’t become big, but small and pretty.
Cho is still trying to make a jutsu to make her thin and small, as well as taking radical diets and learning about houren pills and other sorts of foods to please her parents.
But when her heart, mind and body is at war with herself, how is she expected to survive life with her team mates? Not easily.
Combat Info
Weapons:
Regular, a kunai holster and shuriken holster. She's learning about the houren pills (that are used as a weapon), but she's not yet used them.
Jutsus:
Kawarimi no jutsu [Replacement Technique]
E Rank
Ninjutsu
The user performs a simple hand seal and is replaced by an object that is in the vicinity to avoid being attacked.
Henge no jutsu [Transformation Technique]
E Rank
Ninjutsu
The user transforms themselves into another person or object.
Bunshin no jutsu [Clone Technique]
E Rank
Ninjutsu
The user creates a clone that cannot move or speak, and if struck once then it disappears.
Genjutsu Kai [Cancel]
D Rank
Ninjutsu
A ninjutsu technique which can be used on yourself or others to effectively ward off most Genjutsus unless extremely power ones or when used with bloodlines.
Baika no Jutsu [The art of expansion]
No Rank
Ninjutsu
This is a hidden jutsu passed down in the Akimichi clan that expands the user's stomach. This jutsu increases the user's body size, using up the user's food energy by converting calories into chakra.
Nikudan Sensha, [Human bullet tank]
C Rank
Ninjutsu
After the user uses the art of expansion to make themselves into a human-sized ball, they tuck their limbs inside their clothes and use chakra to propel themselves into a powerful roll. Because chakra is used as a propellant, and food energy is the source of this chakra, it can only be used so much in a short span of time.
Special:
She’s part of the Akimichi clan who need to eat at almost a near constant rate for their bodies to convert into chakra. They also have specialised foods and have a great knowledge about nutrition (hard as it is to believe). They’re also the ones who make the soldier pills and sometimes even some of the medicines are made by them.
Techniques:
Self-explanatory...
Nawanuke no Jutsu [Rope Unbinding Skill]
Kinobori no Waza [Act of Tree Climbing]
Suimen Hokou no Waza [Act of Water Surface Walking]
General Info
Name: Akimichi Cho
**Nickname: 'Little butterfly'
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Rank: Genin
Specialty: Eating, writing, memorising things
Home Village: Konohagakure no Sato
Graduation Dates/Ages:
Academy Entrance - 8
Genin - 12
Personality:
Cho is a sweet, soft-spoken girl. Actually, she doesn’t really talk much at all. She would love to, love to have a rip-roaring adventure and laugh and play and jump and shout, but she hasn’t got a kunai’s worth of confidence in her pocket. Cho suffers from extremely low self-esteem, always self-conscious and a rather passive person in general. She’ll accept whatever anyone else says just so that they could stop looking at her. Most of her insecurity comes from the fact that she doesn’t look like the other ninja. Of course her clan are meant to be brilliant and really cool how they convert calories into chakra- but that’s it. They can’t run as silent as an owl taking flight like the Uchihas, they can’t fight fiercely with blazing white eyes or control minds or manipulate shadows. That was all they did… pure bulk fighting. That might be great in the short run, but when you’re just beginning out and when all the other people don’t really want to play ninja games with you because you are fat, it really doesn’t seem worth it at all.
There is usually a sad, resigned sort of smile on her face. Her father once told her that everyone has something special in them, and he told her that although she was not as fast or as clever as the other ninja, she was still kind.
But ninjas aren’t meant to be kind, are they?
Cho was more confused than assured from her father’s words, but she worked hard, even though she preferred food to training and huffing and puffing out in front of the crowds and having everyone laugh at her.
Cho wished she could be a boy. Boys weren’t really laughed at if they were big; they were actually considered strong if they had some bulk to their body. But girls were simply considered fat.
She hates her body, her clan, but she doesn’t dare think this. After all, who really is her friend besides her family? Being a kunoichi is hard work. Cho just wishes it weren’t so lonely.
**Likes: Honey, tea, rice, sweetcorn, food in general
**Dislikes: Failed diets
Clan/Organization: Akimichi Clan
Partner/s: None
Character Appearance
When you are part of the Akimichi clan, your physical proportions are not petite and slender like many other ninja. In fact, the Akimichi’s are bigger, bulkier with broader shoulders than most of their Konoha brethren. They’re also the tallest in terms of height as well, so they just look big, and not really all that fat.
Unfortunately, Cho is not that big yet; she’s just fat and tries to heave herself in the back seat in the class and look inconspicuous. She was always trying to make herself look small, but all of that was in vain. Now, she is desperately trying hard, as she enters her teenage years, to become thin. She doesn’t want to be fat, doesn’t want to be laughed at.
Actually, the girl is quite pretty, but what’s the point of having long eyelashes when your body bulges out of really nice clothes? When you can barely stand the sight of yourself as silk clings onto curves that are in all the wrong places? She doesn’t really believe her father, in fact, she wishes he’d stop calling her ‘his little butterfly’, stop it when it’s so blatantly a lie. She’s not pretty or light like a butterfly, she feels awkward and clumsy and big and horrible.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Reddish brown
Attire:
Cho would love nothing more than to wear the traditional Shozoku, but her parents think it’s nonsense. They aren’t like the uptight Hyuuga’s, and besides, it’s silly to wear the black suit when others would easily recognise them if they wore it out of Konoha. Thus, she is confined to wearing colourful clothes and ‘normal’ clothes, even though she wants nothing than to be in her pyjamas all the time. However, the normal clothes she does wear are dark hakama trousers, that are so long and flowing that they almost look like skirts, which stop just a bit after the knees. She wears lighter tunics on top, usually, a shirt which overlaps the other side and is tied by a belt (like Haku’s clothing). She wears the traditional blue sandals.
Family and History
Family: Father: Choumaru; Jounin [alive]
Mother: Hotaru; retired Chuunin [alive]
Family History:
Chouza and Hotaru cannot be prouder of their ‘little butterfly’. Like any parents, they dote on their girl and want her to become a good kunoichi and have a happy life. Unfortunately, they also know the hardships that some face for being ‘different’. They were wary about how she’d cope, but when she came home and didn’t say much and ate little, it confirmed their suspicions about what was going on. They tried hard to explain to her, to make her understand her true-self worth. But they were family and what Cho needed was friends. Friends that’d think she was cool and good. She wasn’t those things, but she was kind. She was gentle, demure and very withdrawn, perhaps due to her wanting to not be noticed for just being massive.
“You know Cho, we’re like caterpillars, we eat and eat and eat, but then, we grow into beautiful butterflies,” Chouza informed her gently as he peered over at her while she was idly sitting in the fields, eating onigiri.
But caterpillars were so small… so neat… and they weren’t caterpillars. Cho was a human, but she resembled the size of a beast. For once, she wished he’d stop trying to make her feel better. They were sympathetic words laced with gentleness and kindness.
Character History:
Chouza didn’t know what it was at first, that feeling threatening to burst his huge heart, expanding into his lungs, his face hurting from smiling so much and hugging the baby and cradling it to his chest while his wife watched, already knowing that they’d fallen in love with their child. Love was something that surrounded, emanated and blossomed all around the Akimichi clan. They were big people with even bigger hearts (and big appetites to match!). Cho was named after her father, as she had gripped onto his finger with her chubby hands and when she fluttered open her eyes, her father compared them to a butterfly opening it’s wings to bask in the sun.
She grew up, changing her dresses twice a day from fawning aunties and uncles and of course, her loving parents.
“Remember , Cho. Remember to be grateful for the food. Don’t waste a single morsel.”
Her parents were keen to remind her about that, and she was grateful, but she was unsure of who to be grateful to, her parents, the Hokage, the farmers, or Kami-Sama… or all of them? But she eat the meals heartily, her mother’s meals were renowned through not only the clan, but also all of Konoha.
The auburn-haired girl would always wait for her father at the doorstep, even if her mother told her to go to sleep, she’d sneak downstairs and wait for him to come home, heating up the food for him and preparing the table before her mum could do it. One such day. Cho was in for the shock of her life. When her cuddly, kind father was smeared with blood as he marched through the door, his armour plates broken and a strange coldness in his eyes, she was horrified. Cho didn’t know what to make of this dad, a dad who didn’t smell of spices sometimes and lavender the next, a dad who sang her to sleep when he could in a deep throaty voice or a dad who, when he read to her, made all the funny noises of the characters and improved her mood—looked like he’d just come back from a war zone. She was stumbling around, twisting the fabrics of her nightie.
“Stop that.” He hadn’t said it harshly, but his curt tone pricked the back of her eyelids and she wept when she ran back to her room, away from a dad who smelled of blood.
They had been worried when Chouza had told his wife, confiding in her that he wondered whether Cho would ever love him again since she saw him like that before they had a chance to explain the way of the ninja to Cho, properly. It was not all fancy missions and helping the old lady fix her roof. It was a smashed rib, a cracked skull, a broken arm and leg, and almost certain death for some. They had yet to explain the deadly art to their girl, but his wife gently reminded him that Cho would listen, since she was good at that, she’d listen to her own father no doubt. She did, because she was only five and she hadn’t learned anything else but to love. She didn’t have any prejudices, didn’t have any influences except her mum and dad’s, and what they said made sense. They were protecting the village, their friends, the people close to their hearts and Cho thought that was the noblest thing to do. She wanted to be like her mum and dad.
Even when her chakra wasn’t stable enough, her father and mother began to teach her clan rules, ninja rules and rules for life. She learned of Akimichi traditions, Konoha traditions, and ninjutsu. Early on her, father taught her how to convert the energy from the food in her body to expand her cells and make herself bigger. She wasn’t very good at first, in fact, she was appalling, but her parents were proud and took her out to eat dinner. Cho still liked her mums cooking, but the noodles in that place weren’t bad either and the atmosphere was really warm and friendly.
It took her until she went to the academy to get the Baika no jutsu down pat, but she felt like nothing mattered except those beaming smiles on all of her relatives’ faces.
Unfortunately, her first day at the academy, everything did matter. She didn’t see and warm or friendly faces; simply little boys and girls, half her size. Even though the teacher was bigger, he was nowhere near the adults she was used to seeing. He was too thin to be considered warm, even though he was friendly. She didn’t know whether she liked this change, but the games looked so much fun. At first, the children would accept it, but when they saw how their side always lost because she was heaving herself into a hiding place, they all gave up on her.
“You can play another game.”
“Are we playing a new game! Oh good… I didn’t really think I was very good at Cool-nin and Missing-nin. I never got a turn to be the cool ninja.”
“We’re playing Cool-nin Missing-nin, but you can play another game.”
“It’s boring playing with you, because our group always loses.”
“Yeah, and you’re too big and slow to play a game like that.”
“Come back when you’re not so fat. You should really go on a diet.”
She cried then, sobbing pathetically as they pulled faces and jeered at her that she was not only a slowpoke but also a big, fat cry-baby. She sniffed, wondering why she wasn’t angry at them, why she didn’t just hit them with a shuriken, she could as well, she was bigger and stronger than them. It wasn’t because they’d run away if she chased them.
It was because they were right.
She was fat and big, and to be told so openly, it did break her heart. She didn’t go to the academy for three days, pretending to her mum and dad she was ill. They figured out on the fourth day that she was lying. It was unlike Cho to lie, so they’d been reluctant to believe their theory, but when she broke down, saying that everyone hated her and could they please, please please not send her back there, they finally understood. Akimichi’s were slow, perhaps not too bright and perhaps even a little gullible, but they weren’t stupid. They had all gone through the phase where everyone had once poked fun, and even doubted their strength, taking their bulk to be idle and unnecessary. They had all had their hearts broken, simply for the way they chose to appear. Chouza and Hotaru had hoped that Cho would be spared from that heartbreak, that the Akimichi had proven themselves to everyone—but apparently, the parents of the children didn’t mention it. After all, what was more desirable: an Uchiha body, the lithe builds of the Hyuuga… or the bulky figures of theirs?
Chouza did manage to persuade Cho to go, but if they wanted her to be confident about what she was and how she chose herself to look, then that was perhaps asking too much. Cho had already got the approval of her parents, her relatives, but she wanted someone that’d like her not because she was meant to be liked or because they were relatives… but someone who’d find her funny, her double-jointed thumb amazing or… simply someone to invite to dinner. All the other girls and even some of the boys always invited their friends round to their houses, or to show off their brilliant new shuriken or a new kicking technique or simply to hang out in the park later on. Nobody bothered to invite her. She was always the last to be chosen for a team activity when the teacher decided they wanted to make education dynamic, and in partner work, she’d always have to wait behind to see who else would be left behind to work with her.
All in all, academy life was unbearably lonely for Cho, she’d try to approach some other people who were always alone or who looked like they needed a hand, but she still couldn’t forget the jibes about her being too fat. She’d somehow got the idea she was too big to make friends. Too ugly and slow for anyone to like her. She vowed to make herself thin, to make herself likeable and faster than any of the others, but unfortunately, when she threw the generous lunch that her mum had prepared in the bin, she started crying.
“I’m so sorry for being ungrateful…” she’d cry at night, weeping for her wasteful habits.
But even throwing her lunch away didn’t work, since her parents, if they noticed she was tired, made her have an even bigger dinner. Once, she simply threw up the food, fortunately, everyone took it as a tummy upset and let it go. However, she did get caught when her mum saw her throwing her lunch in the bin outside their house and her mother was too clever to hide anything from. Cho could never lie to her mum’s slanted eyes with their long lashes. The next day, there was no lunchbox for her, but her mum was there.
“Take what you want to eat, since you obviously know more about your nutrition than we do,” she ground out.
Cho didn’t like it when her mother, made her feel stupid by implying in her statements that Cho was trying to act too much for herself.
She was lectured by her mum, dad, and if that wasn’t bad enough, all her other clan members on why she should eat, why for an Akimichi, they needed to eat to convert the energy from food into chakra. Cho didn’t want to be an Akimichi any more, not when she saw how other kids didn’t need to eat as much food for them to get chakra.
Their love, kindness and overprotection was smothering her to death.
It simply got worse as she grew older, learned about the ways of the Kunoichi from their sensei who said the art of the kunoichi was subtle, was beautiful and was almost indistinct. What Cho learned, that kunoichi had to be beautiful, their bodies were their tools as fists were for the boys. She learned that she was not going to be a good kunoichi with her body (her manners were perfect). She needed to be thin. To be beautiful.
It was okay for her cousins, they were all boys, they weren’t picked on that much. They were considered strong and cool and could get away with saying their fat was pure muscle. But she couldn’t, not with her size, entering her years into puberty, she knew she was going wrong somewhere when all the girls and boys were growing taller and she was growing wider.
Once again, she tried for another diet, and something to add to that, a jutsu like the baika no jutsu, but she wanted her cells to shrink inwards, to lose the energy, but also to lose the bulk that was added. She pretended to her parents, no matter how hard it was at first, she pretended she was learning meat tank, the rolling jutsu that followed baika. She did learn meat tank, but she was also trying really hard to bunch the chakra in small spaces, so that she wouldn’t become big, but small and pretty.
Cho is still trying to make a jutsu to make her thin and small, as well as taking radical diets and learning about houren pills and other sorts of foods to please her parents.
But when her heart, mind and body is at war with herself, how is she expected to survive life with her team mates? Not easily.
Combat Info
Weapons:
Regular, a kunai holster and shuriken holster. She's learning about the houren pills (that are used as a weapon), but she's not yet used them.
Jutsus:
Kawarimi no jutsu [Replacement Technique]
E Rank
Ninjutsu
The user performs a simple hand seal and is replaced by an object that is in the vicinity to avoid being attacked.
Henge no jutsu [Transformation Technique]
E Rank
Ninjutsu
The user transforms themselves into another person or object.
Bunshin no jutsu [Clone Technique]
E Rank
Ninjutsu
The user creates a clone that cannot move or speak, and if struck once then it disappears.
Genjutsu Kai [Cancel]
D Rank
Ninjutsu
A ninjutsu technique which can be used on yourself or others to effectively ward off most Genjutsus unless extremely power ones or when used with bloodlines.
Baika no Jutsu [The art of expansion]
No Rank
Ninjutsu
This is a hidden jutsu passed down in the Akimichi clan that expands the user's stomach. This jutsu increases the user's body size, using up the user's food energy by converting calories into chakra.
Nikudan Sensha, [Human bullet tank]
C Rank
Ninjutsu
After the user uses the art of expansion to make themselves into a human-sized ball, they tuck their limbs inside their clothes and use chakra to propel themselves into a powerful roll. Because chakra is used as a propellant, and food energy is the source of this chakra, it can only be used so much in a short span of time.
Special:
She’s part of the Akimichi clan who need to eat at almost a near constant rate for their bodies to convert into chakra. They also have specialised foods and have a great knowledge about nutrition (hard as it is to believe). They’re also the ones who make the soldier pills and sometimes even some of the medicines are made by them.
Techniques:
Self-explanatory...
Nawanuke no Jutsu [Rope Unbinding Skill]
Kinobori no Waza [Act of Tree Climbing]
Suimen Hokou no Waza [Act of Water Surface Walking]