| abstract | - Minobu Tetsuhara is the oldest of 3 children. He was born to Minoru Tetsuhara, a shinobi, and his wife Jasmine. He grew up in a moderately sized house on the outskirts of Getsugakure. Minobu was a fairly normal child, he was always out and about getting into some kind of trouble. He and his friends would always break into and play in an old theater that was down the street from his house. Whoever had owned it previously had just up and left years prior, leaving all of his theater gear behind. Minobu and his friends had a great time playing with the costumes and masks that were scattered around the back. the theater was large and empty and there was all sorts of room to run around in. As Minobu grew up he started visiting the old theater less and less, once he became a genin he stopped going there entirely. His skills as a genin were initially lackluster, they lacked any purpose, any inspiration. His taijutsu was subpar, and all he could use were some basic water techniques. He walked back into that old theater one day, after he had returned from a mission that he was basically useless on. he walked back into that stage that he had spent so much time on. He went through all the old chests full of the wonderful costumes masks and other odds and ends. Then through all the dust and cobwebs he saw a room he had never noticed before. Walking into the unlocked room he saw it was full of human sized dolls and pieces to build them. Some were for the theater it seems but there was one that just seemed out of place. Around the same size as him it had flowing long golden hair and much more obvious doll like features. it looked like a child with 6 arms and shrouded in blue. Leaning up against it were 6 sabers. Reaching up and wiping the dust off the plaque above, Minobu found its name, Taraka. It was his first puppet, and the only one he didn't make himself. It was much faster than his later creations, and even with the age still showed the flowing lines and smooth joints of fine craftsmanship. It made barely a whisper as it moved. It was simple, beautiful, and looked like it was almost alive. Minobu found his way of the ninja in that dusty old shop. He found a teacher in getsugakure and learned the art of the puppeteer. He began to shine in missions, holding his own in situations prior that he would have just held everyone back. He eventually added four more puppets to his collection, and proved himself to the point that he was put up for promotion to chunin. He had found his calling.
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