Kekkei Genkai
The R.O.B After saying that then transforms into his true form one that cannot be described in words and can be described in every word a truly spectacular sight
The R.O.B's metallic form shimmered in the dim light of the room, casting eerie reflections on the walls as it spoke to Roberts. "You were chosen for your unique qualities, Roberts. I've been searching for someone suitable to lead a new clan in the world of Naruto and you, my friend, are just the person I need."
Roberts looked at the being skeptically, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Me? Why would you pick me?" His heart raced with excitement and fear, unsure if this was some cruel joke or an opportunity beyond his wildest dreams.
"Your actions have not gone unnoticed," the R.O.B replied cryptically. "You possess the traits necessary to build a strong and enduring clan." Its metallic voice held a tone of certainty that made Roberts' uncertainty momentarily waver.
"Alright," Roberts said hesitantly, "what do I have to do?"
The R.O.B gestured towards a trio of gacha wheels that appeared as if from nowhere, each one etched with intricate patterns and symbols. "There are three gacha wheels here. The first is for your clan's Kekkei Genkai, the second for its primary combat force, and the last for special members of your clan, allowing you to set their timeline of birth."
"Kekkei Genkai?" Roberts questioned internally, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sudden responsibility thrust upon him. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and focused.
"Correct," the R.O.B affirmed. "The Kekkei Genkai will determine the unique abilities your clan members possess. I hope that luck will be on your side, for it can greatly influence the future of your clan."
Roberts eyed the first wheel, his hand hovering over it as he contemplated the decision. He could feel the weight of his situation bearing down on him, but also a strange sense of exhilaration, the thrill of shaping something new and powerful. So many possibilities, so many destinies waiting to unfold.
"Once you've made your selections," the R.O.B continued, "I will set everything in motion, and you shall assume your place as the leader of this new clan. Remember, Roberts: the results here will echo throughout generations. May luck be with you."
With a mixture of trepidation and determination, Roberts placed his hand on the first gacha wheel, feeling its cool surface beneath his fingers. He drew in a deep breath and began to spin the wheel, setting into motion a chain of events that would change not only his own life but also the lives of those yet to be born in the world he was about to enter.
The room seemed to grow hotter as the Kekkei Genkai wheel spun, a dizzying blur of colors and symbols that left Roberts feeling both awed and disoriented. Time stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity, as he anxiously awaited the outcome of this first crucial decision. It was during this seemingly unending spin that the R.O.B spoke reassuringly.
"Roberts, you don't have a specific mission in this life," R.O.B said, its voice a soothing balm against the growing tension in the room. "All you need to do is live as you see fit and ensure your clan prospers."
"Prosper..." Roberts murmured, his thoughts racing as he considered what that would mean for him and the yet-to-be-born members of this new clan. Would they be able to carve out a place for themselves in the world? Would they be respected, feared, or reviled?
"Remember," the R.O.B continued, "your choices now will shape the future of your clan. so better hope your lucky, for their well-being will rest heavily upon your shoulders."
As the 30-minute mark neared, the spinning wheel began to slow down, the once-blurred symbols becoming more distinct with each passing second. Roberts' breath caught in his throat as the wheel finally, agonizingly, came to a halt.
"Ah, the All Flame," the R.O.B said, a note of approval in its voice. "An exceptional result, indeed. you are quite a lucky young man."
"Tell me more about it," Roberts requested, the weight of his impending responsibility making his voice sound more strained than he'd intended.
"Of course," the R.O.B replied. "The All Flame grants its user the ability to wield every type of flame known. This bloodline limit will affect your clan in several ways: their hair will always be orange if they have pure blood; they'll have high proficiency for flame release but weak proficiency for other chakra natures; they'll possess a remarkable immunity to both fire and ice, and their personalities will be fiery and competitive."
Roberts considered this information, digesting the implications of his choice. The All Flame sounded powerful and versatile, but also potentially dangerous if not properly harnessed. He would need to ensure that his clan members were well-trained in the art of control and discipline.
"Fiery and competitive..." Roberts mused aloud, wondering how these traits would shape the dynamics within his future clan. Would he be able to guide them toward unity and cooperation, or would their innate natures lead them down a path of strife and rivalry?
"Your leadership will be key," the R.O.B said, as if reading his thoughts. "But remember, Roberts, you have been chosen for this role because of your own unique qualities. Trust in yourself, and trust in the choices you make here today."
With those words echoing in his mind, Roberts turned his gaze to the next gacha wheel, steeling himself for the difficult decisions yet to come.
With a deep breath, Roberts reached out to the next gacha wheel, feeling the anticipation build within him as he prepared to set the course for his clan's main combat force. The wheel began to spin, its numerous options blurring together in a dizzying array of possibilities.
"Remember," the R.O.B reminded him, "The strength and versatility of your clan's combat forces will depend on the outcome of this spin."
Roberts nodded, his eyes fixed on the wheel as it gradually began to slow. His mind raced with thoughts of potential combinations - powerful abilities that could complement the All Flame Kekkei Genkai and make his clan a formidable force in the world of Naruto.
"Come on, come on..." he muttered under his breath, willing the wheel to land on an ideal selection.
"Patience, Roberts," the R.O.B chided gently. "Trust in fate, and in yourself."
As the wheel finally came to a stop, Roberts couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph at the result: Flame bending; this alone can prove useful as it compliments with the clan's bloodline limits and also proves more effective when facing ninja's with fire justu as they can just redirect it back at them , Master Taijustu and kenjutsu; this can also help the clan as in the avatar world a particular type of martial arts needed to be learnt to be able to do the bending well and master it to the fullest.
"Ah, an excellent result," the R.O.B said, nodding approvingly. "Your clan will be one of the best in terms of hand to hand combat, capable of ambushing their enemies and striking fear into their hearts with their mastery of fire."
"Since this will be how your clan will be I will send with you 75 clan members, 25 will be ordinary civilians, while the remaining 50 will be the combat force of the clan, 20 genin, 25 chunin and 5 jonin, that should be the size of a medium level clan"
"Thank you" Roberts says bowing his head deeply to the man who has given him a chance at an adventurous new life
"no need it's why I'm supposed to do since I'm sending you to an already dangerous world with no support this is the least I can do, now you can think about what you got" The R.O.B says shaking off Robert's thanks and allowing him to strategize how to use the reward he got
Roberts couldn't help but smile at the thought, already envisioning the fiery warriors that would make up his future clan. However, he knew better than to let his excitement get the best of him; there was still one more gacha wheel to spin, one that would determine the special individuals who would shape the destiny of his clan.
"Alright," he said, steeling himself once more, "Let's see what fate has in store for us."
"Indeed," the R.O.B replied, its tone somber yet encouraging. "Spin the wheel, Roberts, and embrace the future that awaits you. also the wheel spins a total of eight times "
As the final gacha wheel spun, Roberts felt a curious mixture of excitement and anxiety. This last spin would determine not only the unique talents and skills of his clan's most important members but also the timeline of their births, shaping the very course of history itself.
"Whatever happens," he thought to himself, "I'll make it work. I have to - for the sake of my clan, and for the world we'll shape together."