Name:Shōshagan no Jutsu (Vanishing Facial Copy)
Canon/Custom:Canon
Rank:B
Type:Supplementary
Element:N/A
Range:Short range(melee)
Specialty:Ninjutsu
Duration:Until removed or damaged
Cooldown:6 Posts
Description:The user applies their hands to the victim's face, literally stealing the physical features right off of the face of the victim. The disguise is flawless being that it alters the facial features and even voice: the victim's face is completely removed and makes the victim a faceless corpse. The face can be peeled off like an extra layer of skin and will wrinkle if physically hit hard enough.

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This was just another one of those days, an average day for Sheffield. When normal people spent their days doing the daily things like missions, farming and investing in trade: Sheffield was out and about, practicing her skill. Skill was a generic word really, to be more precise- Sheffield was practicing her art. Her art to kill.

This time was different however; true enough, she was still killing... but it was for a purpose completely separate from killing. The killing was a means to an end, a method to achieve personal goals that went beyond random, pointless or even paid murder. This was more personal, it was her own desire to practice today; most days she practiced just out of habit so she wouldn't become lax or rusty with her skills. Still, she had to be careful- killing people was bound to cause suspicion, that was the last thing she wanted. This particular day for her, was very important; and thus, also very secret to her.

She was in an old building on the outskirts of a shady village, this village was notorious for highway bandits, thieves and murderers: she had picked the perfect place to find samples for her practice. The building she was in was fairly small; it was more like a shack really, just big enough to store a summer's worth of feed or hay for cattle. She had enticed the solo owner into letting her use this building, not directly- mostly subliminally, she had affected his dreams for several night until he was in the right mindset of completely forgetting about the building or desiring to enter or go near it.

Sheffield would go undisturbed for the remainder of the procedure with little concern for random interruptions: she was a precautious and paranoid one... especially about secrets. If she picked up on a secret, she had the habit of tearing the person down mentally and making them divulge the information they considered precious or important. She absently reached down and stroked the face of the corpse lying face up on a table; such as this man, he had been hiding the whereabouts of his bandit hideout. Sheffield looked to the left and ran her hands across the face of two more corpses, all three male. The first bandit hadn't successfully eluded her and neither had be been able to keep his secrets a secret.

The mind could only take so much, but the body could take so much more; after she had disabled him, she toyed with his sense of pain before using Genjutsu on him and creating a delusional state where his mind and body were in unison. Pain. She had him experiencing pain in both mind and body until his mind was at the breaking point and his body was dying. He had a false sense of awareness and hope, he was certain she could save him: she made him tell her what she wanted to know after she had promised to save him. She verified his information was correct, enfeebled his two bandit companions and then killed all three of them without mercy.

She had them summoned a giant behemoth and ordered it to carry the three corpses for her: an easy task, it was too big to fit in the building, so it remained stationary outside the building- ready to attack anyone who neared. This was her supreme counter measure against being interrupted. She only had ne table, fortunately it was a large sturdy table that was able to handle the weight of three dead corpses. All three corpses were set side by side- these three men plundered and murdered together, why not die together?

She hovered slowly and carefully over the first corpse; he was a tall man, pale from the lack of sunlight. He had a gruff appearance, mostly clean shaven but a very scarred up face. It wouldn't matter before too much longer, soon he would not have an identity... or rather, a face anyways. There were other ways to identity a body. She was not concerned with identification on these three corpses, her overall goal was the method of achieving identification itself.

Slowly she reached down with both hands together and applied a fair amount of chakra onto the face- it was an unusual feeling to allow her chakra to flow into a lifeless corpse, almost like pouring a bucket of water into a large hole in the ground that you couldn't even see the bottom to. Slowly she moved her hands together and manipulated the chakra on the face to bring about a general action that she had intended. As her hands moved sideways from the face, she half expected to see the facial features again, but they were gone- replaced by a smooth-skinned blemish and contour free blank head.

The corpses identity had been completely removed, even his bone structure had been smoothed out: Sheffield turned her hands upwards to instead the contents. A lifeless face stared back at her from the palms: a normal person would likely have been overcome by the raw emotions it could invoke to have a dead man's face in your hands. Sheffield was a skilled and talented killer though, her emotions were not so easily evoked. She noted to herself how the skin responded to her chakra frequency and manipulation, she put her hands on the table and pushed chakra into her hands again. The face fell off her hands with no marks, she flipped it over facedown, the backside of the face was also smooth- no flesh was exposed.

She moved to the next corpse, this man was quite hairy; on his body as well as his face- hair was not something have had considered before. She looked back at the first face and noted that all the facial hear, including eyebrows and eye lashes had fallen off. She would have to do better with this face to achieve the facial removal without losing the hair. Again she lowered her hands, this time one by one- the first hand used chakra to enter deep into the tissue of the face and separate it from the corpse, the second hand smoothed out the "roughness" and ensured the face remained perfect in every way.

She kept her hands separated by a few inches as she removed the face; she lifted it up again ad inspected it: this man was much younger than the first and had light blue eyes. She set this face down by the next one and then went back to the first face- she picked it up with chakra and carefully moved It to the second body and overlapped the faceless corpse. After removing her hands, the corpse had a new face; one less hairy but much more scarred. Please with her work, she lifted the extra face up with one hand and noted the weight difference with just one hand- it seemed more precise and less unnecessary to have two hands making the movement.

Onto the third corpse, she scooted over to it and touched the face fully with one hand; she mentally took in its facial features with the feel of her hand and then applied a generous amount of chakra onto the face. The chakra went deep into the skin and separate the face, she lessened the flow of chakra and then moved her hand upwards toward the forehead. The face shifted freely with her movement and retained its perfect composure of shocked horror at the thought of dying. She smiled at the irony of a dead man serving a purpose even after his meaningless life had become ultimately meaningless... except to fertilize the ground and feed the maggots.

With her other hand, she grabbed the second face and quickly applied it to the third body. It was a sloppy job and the face ended up being a bit sideways, it was progress though; she had felt the error as she had applied it. Quickly touching the face with her fingertips, she corrected the error and gave the third corpse a new perfect face: much hairier than before.

Finally she looked at the third face, the face in her left palm. He was staring back at her with an empty expression. He had a neatly trimmed black bear and a mustache that reached down and connected to his hair on his chin. A very clean and charming man he must have been, likely the leader of the little bandit party they had. She hadn't asked- she had just slaughtered them without first asking or even seeing what their identities were. She brought the face up closer and smelled the face, he smelled like body odor- she noted that his natural body smell carried over with the corpse. Her chakra system could reproduce this smell if necessary and ease the suspicion animals might have.

The hard part was over, all she had to do now was apply the face to her own face and then take mental note of any errors and extra side effects might happen. Her hand came up and chakra extended into the hand again, the face began to deform somewhat- but Sheffield quickly applied the skin to her face. She walked over to a window in the afternoon daylight and checked her reflection in the mirror.

A handsome charming man with a great smile, smiled back at her and turned perfectly in sync with her. She turned her head to the side and noticed the wrinkles hadn't quite lines up- the error of not applying the face right away after reintroducing it to the chakra. An easy fix and next time she could accomplish this without mistakes. It was a weird sensation though, to have a man's face and yet a woman's gifted body; she grinned at the funny amusement of it as she inspected herself in the reflection. Enough though, she reached up with her fingers and dug her fingernails into the skin: no pain registered and no blood emerged as she ripped a large portion of the face off.

Now she looked in the reflection to see two different faces so perfectly merged together: she preferred her face much more. It was important to gather as much information as possible though- that would require a bit of pain. She grabbed a wooden peg from the wall and yanked it fee of the old decaying wood; she hefted it in her hand as she tested the weight and durability. After a moment, she breathed deeply and brought the arm back and hit herself in the face with the wooden piece. her strike had been true on the affected part of the face with the man's skin still attached.

The skin didn't fall off, but it wrinkled from the blunt trauma. She applied her fingertips and corrected the wrinkles: it smoothed out perfectly and returned to its original form. A single lamp lit up the darker part of the shack, Sheffield walked over to it and spoke t herself, Well, I guess I should test the face against heat as well. Don't want a mishap during an important mission.

She was a bit surprised and even stopped speaking, she turned around and looked in the empty room; she had heard a male's voice and automatically assumed someone had discovered her. Then she felt stupid as she realized it was her own voice that sounded like the male; even her voice had changed to fit the facial features.... well, this made things a lot easier for her. She smiled as she ripped off the remainder of the face and held if over the lamp's fire. Being directly exposed to hot a flame, the mask began to melt like thin plastic- she would have to be careful not to expose her face to direct flames.

She walked over to the other two corpses on the table with changed faces, her skill with this jutsu was now comfortable. She swiped her hands across the faces quickly and removed the faces; she threw the faces to the floor and left the bodies on the table. Out the little door she went, the hulking muscular behemoth turned its attention to her immediately and waited for a command. Tear it to the ground and bury the bodies. Her normal voice was back, how sweet a voice it was that gave such a callous command to the inhuman monster bent to her will and lived for her commands only.

At her word, the giant monster used its powerful arms and tail to smash the building apart; the lamp inside caught the old dry wood on fire and the building went up in a blaze. It was enough. She commanded the beast to stop and pick her up; the monster stepped out of the flames with little trouble and lifted her to sit comfortably on its shoulder as it then disappeared into the nearby forest.

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