The Dairoku clan's kekkei genkai is one that not many can achieve. Consisting of various stages and forms, each form is distinct in both abilities gained and appearance. Similar to the infamous Uchiha clan, each form must be unlocked and certain scenarios must occur before the progression of the kekkei genkai.

The main functionality of this kekkei genkai is the increase of power, speed, stamina, and chakra. Through the focusing and releasing of incredible amounts of chakra, the user can achieve several levels of power. Once a level is reached, a visible aura shrouds the user, with different intensities depending on what stage the user is in.

An ability that each and every member of the Dairoku clan possesses is the unique ability to completely manipulate the shape and length of their chakra into a physical state. Once molded, the chakra may be used as a blast or wave to strike their opponent. The nature of this blast is 100% dependent on the user's chakra element. For example, a user with a fire element will emit a fiery red blast that is capable of inflicting burns on the opponent.

The first and most common form that the Dairoku reach is the Unlocked or Pre-Ascended form. This form offers a slight boost in stamina, raw physical power and speed. When in this form, the user is surrounded by a faint white hue. This is the only physical change the user experiences. This form is acquired fairly early in the clan members' life and is unlocked through rigorous physical training. This form is sustainable for a fairly long time, seeing as it requires minimal chakra output.

The next stage a user may acquire is called Ascended Form. It is much rarer and is instantly noticeable. In this stage, the user's hair turns a bright yellow and a faint golden aura flares around him/her. The user's muscle mass increases slightly, This form sees a much more significant boost in everything the Pre-Ascended form offers with the most significant boost being in the speed department. This form is achieved once the user experiences extreme stress and is consumed by rage, usually through the death of someone dear to them. A need to protect someone would also be enough to activate this form. Since this stage primarily focuses on the physical aspect of the user's body, chakra abilities take a backseat and are weakened. While sustainable for a fairly long time for those who have attained and mastered this form, those who recently achieved it can stay in it for no longer than a minute and a half.

The third stage of the Dairoku clan kekkei genkai goes by the name of Super Ascended. It is a direct successor to the Ascended form but focuses on chakra, strength, and stamina. This form is notably slower than the Ascended form, but it opens the gateway to a different variety of attacks altogether. Chakra-based attacks attain an entirely new level of power. This form nearly doubles the power of its predecessor. In this form, the user's hair maintains its yellow color and instead stands upright. The golden aura becomes more defined and electricity crackles around the user. The pressure emitted by the user in this form crushes the ground directly below them. Achieving this form requires incredible focus and chakra release, tremendous compared to the chakra needed for Ascended form. Naturally, the user must experience another emotional upheaval. This form is hard to maintain and a reasonable amount of damage dealt to the user can knock him/her out of this form altogether.

Only a miniscule amount of members have reached this next form. The fourth transformation, Heavenly Ascension, offers a significant upgrade in speed, power, and chakra. Stamina, however, is greatly reduced in this form, meaning that the user cannot maintain this stage for a reasonable amount of time. It also means that there is a strict limit to the amount of chakra-based attacks before the form completely draining the user of their chakra. The user must take care of business immediately or he/she is knocked out of this form and is rendered useless for the remainder of the battle due to passing out. Chakra output in this form is other-worldly and can crush weak individuals just by standing too close. This form offers the most notable change in appearance. The user's hair grows to an incredible length, reaching down to his/her waist. There is no change in aura, but the electricity seemingly intensifies.

The final and ultimate form of the Dairoku clan is the Ultimate Ascended stage. This form is only attainable if the user had previously reached the previous stages of transformation. The second requirement is that the user must be in a near-death situation where there life is severely on the line. This form greatly upgrades every facet of the user's traits to remarkable levels. This form is less sustainable than its previous form, and the user's body is slowly crushed as a cost. After the user's transformation recedes, he/she passes out and requires extreme medical attention. This will require a rehab post 1,000 words in length before the character is usable in battle again. While in this form, the user's hair turns pitch black with a red, faint tint and reverts back to its original shape. The aura that shrouded the user in previous forms is completely gone and is instead replaced by a change in bulk and muscle mass.

The Dairoku clan is one shrouded in mystery. Its roots are seemingly impossible to trace, but their power is one that is world renown. Legend says that an old, skilled shinobi created the clan after seemingly unlocking his inner potential through years of meditation and rigorous training. Throughout the years, he had taught his sons how to unlock their own potential and reach a state of "ascension". Since then, it has become tradition for the elite few who have attained their ascended form to try and teach their children how to achieve it.

Over the years, the bulk of the clan has migrated to Boufuugakure, a place they now call home. Though many in number, there are very few member who are considered "true" Dairoku.

Members of the Dairoku clan typically spend their time meditating and going through intense training to hone their skills and bodies.

A full moon was proudly laying in the night sky on the day that Diz was born. A full moon often served as a sign of good luck and fortune, but his mother died during the birthing process. This was a surprise to the medical staff at hand who concluded that the entire process would be a complete success. While reasons for her death are unknown, medical teams have decided that she had been suffering from a terminal illness unbeknownst to them. Despite being claimed to be impossible, Diz can fondly recall his father's tears falling on his head as his mother slipped into permanent slumber.

Weighing over nine-pounds on the day of his birth, Diz was a relatively big infant. Doctors speculated that he would grow up to be a large man, which has proven to be true. Despite being claimed to be impossible, Diz can fondly recall his father's tears falling on his head as his mother slipped into permanent slumber.


Growing up without a mother, Diz was often left alone as his father left to work at his ramen shop. As such, boredom and curiosity often got the better of him, resulting in minor injuries and one overnight stay at the Boufuugakure Emergency Room.

Diz had an older sister who he loved immensely. Despite her being older, he always tried to protect her in any way he could, even from a very young age. He kept close tabs on her at all times, keeping her out of harms away. She would often get annoyed by his constant following, but he knew that deep down she loved him and appreciated it. He misses her deeply and currently visits her grave on a daily basis.

Diz was self-trained for quite awhile during his time as a young tike. He would often go outside and spend hours throwing shurikens and kunais at the trees outside his house, as well as sending weak kicks at their base. What a sight it was, a boy of no more than six kicking a tree and throwing sharp weapons casually. While his father didn't approve of such behavior, he really had no choice but to let it happen. He had never seen such desire and fire in a child.

Diz's independent upbringing resulted in the birthing of a personality unaffected by the social norms of the outside world. His opinions developed to be his and his alone, a rarity in most people. Such independence was boasted about by his father, often bringing mixed opinions to the parenting tactics of him.

At eight years old, Diz begged his father to admit him in the Boufuugakure Ninja Academy. Eventually, his father gave in and had him put into it. He reckoned that such a place would keep his son out of trouble, but a man with such heart and fire was impossible to keep out of harm's way.


Diz worked harder than any other child in his class, resulting in praise by his instructor. He was quick to Awaken his potential, unlocking the first stage of his Kekkei Genkai at a very young age (Pre-Ascension). He made it a point to train every hour he had free. He would not gain many friends in the process of this rigorous, self-developed training regime, but his own self-fulfillment was enough to fill in the holes of loneliness opened since the day his mother passed away.

Such determination to the shinobi way of life led to the immediate graduation of Diz at the young age of eleven. He passed with flying colors and was promoted to the ranks of a full-fledged Genin. Despite being in a squad and being occupied with missions, Diz continues to perform his daily training routine.


Missions proved to be quite simple for Diz and the rest of his squad members. The group of three were incredibly talented and completed missions with ease. These talented individuals would be some of the few true friends Diz would ever obtain. They were smart and powerful, and together they proved very formidable opponents to most.

One rainy afternoon when Diz was returning home from a day of training, he opened his door to find his father knocked out and his sister hung in a cross-like formation on his window with kunais stabbed into her arms and legs. The pain, stress, and suffering that ran through his brain all at once forced the true awakening of the Dairoku's legendary Kekkei Genkai: Syouten. Since that day, he vowed to never let anyone hurt his family again. He had lost too many loved ones, and he would protect the only one he had left: his beloved father.

Diz's squad leader, impressed with such dominance and talent, made haste to submit his young shinobi in the annual Chuunin Exams. There, the preliminary tests proved to be not much more than a simple chore for the team, but the final rounds proved troublesome. The three of them inevitably made it to the Final Four, resulting in them being pitted against each other. While Diz managed to come out victorious in the Final Round, all three of them were promoted to the ranks of Chuunin. This had never happened in the history of the Chuunin Exams. Such a feat spoke to the overall talent of their squad.


Diz would continue to develop his various skills during his time as a Chuunin. He would go on to become incredibly advanced in the Ninjutsu and Taijutsu arts. He was proving to be a shinobi worthy of wielding the Dairoku name, and yet he was only thirteen years of age.

A talent as unique as Diz's was rare in Boufuugakure, and so the village kept a special watch over him. He would rarely get sent on dangerous missions and would instead get held back from various to develop his abilities in the safety within Boufuugakure's village walls. His already rigorous training sessions were made harsher as ordered by the village, yet Diz did not complain.

Diz was held at the rank of Chuunin for quite some time by the village purposely. They did not want his overwhelming talent to go to his head and consume him. They wanted to keep him humble and true to his work ethic. This was not a problem for Diz as rank meant nothing to him. Power was not measured by rank, but rather by determination and will. Diz knew that his determination and will was far above that of the upper echelon, regardless of it being true or not.


After finally being promoted to the rank of Special Jounin at the age of 19, Diz would be sent on dangerous missions by the village. At last, his abilities would be known to shinobi other than the ones that resided in Boufuugakure. He wanted his -- and more importantly his father's -- name to echo over the walls of Zijin Cheng, and in the streets of the urban village of Kusamuragakure. His resolve in life was to bring honor to their names.

Despite being proud of his Special Jounin rank, he was deeply confused as to why he was put in a group with a Chuunin and Genin. After much deliberation, he decided to approach the village leader and ask him the question to get a straight-away answer. The village leader told him that he was to act as a mentor to the group and lead them to become great shinobi that will serve the village respectfully and honorably. Diz gracefully took on the challenge of "raising" these shinobi and has done a rather decent job so far.


Diz's final evolution of his Kekkei Genkai occurred at his very own home. As soon as he arrived home from a mission, he noticed that his father was acting strange. His father would soon begin attacking him, firing fireballs and an assortment of weapons towards his own son. Diz was eventually forced to kill his father. His hands now filled with blood, he cried, seemingly for hours.

After about three hours of suffering, a man in robes appeared out of the darkness. He had a smirk on his face that gave off an aura of pure evil. The man would later reveal himself as the person controlling his father. The man explained his motives to Diz, forcing him to become filled with rage. His tears dropped slowly to the floor before being quickly evaporated by the powerful aura and crackle of electricity that now surrounded him. He charged the mystery man, but alas, he was not quick enough. The man disappeared almost as quickly as he had come.

Diz would later discover that his father was being controlled by a mysterious shinobi -- most definitely a man of Yamanaka descent. Diz still thinks about this man, and has devoted much time to finding him and disposing of his wretched body.

Silence.... Silence... That's the only thing there was in the seemingly endless vacuum known to the world simply as space. How could a place so vast feel so empty yet full at the same time? Who was responsible for creating such a place? Suuji shook his head to snap himself out of the day-dreaming he had gone under.... Wait, what qualified as day in space? Time ceased to move. Once again shaking his head, Suuji looked around aimlessly. What was there to look at but emptiness? Suuji couldn't just look around anymore. It was a waste of time.... Time that refused to move for him.

How long had he been stuck traveling through space? Where along the line did he go wrong in his coordinates? He followed them perfectly yet it felt as if years had past before he had even seen any form of racial being. Suuji was on the very brink of giving up hope, cutting his losses, and flying into the nearest possible star to end this empty hell. Life had little meaning to a man with nothing to live for.

Laughing like a mad-man, Suuji had gone from a normal member of the proud, powerful Saiyan race to someone who likely belonged in an insane asylum. It's incredible what long periods of isolation can do to a man. It can make the most normal of individuals go absolutely batshit crazy. What could possibly cure a man who had gone as far off the deep end as Suuji had?

Hallucinations had begun kicking in at a rapid pace. Distant stars began to look like tasty pineapples.... Wandering meteors began to speak and seduce Suuji into following them. The very makeup of his mental structure had been fractured. He screamed yet no one heard. He laughed but no one laughed with him. Surely it would have been a better plan to accept death in Planet Vegeta than to become lost in space.
"We are approaching a large land mass, sir". The ship had begun talking to him. Great. What was ne--. Wait.. What was that? Is it Earth? No.... It's too green. What planet is this? Suuji's mind raced. Whatever it was, it had to be better than space. Initiating his landing procedure, Suuji began to make preparations to disembark from his lengthy voyage.

Putting on standard Saiyan armor and a scouter, Suuji began to scan the new land. This was..... Weird. He couldn't read any power levels but the scouter made it clear that there was certainly life on this planet. Suuji decided it was best to keep his guard up and continued to travel amongst the planet on foot, careful not to disrupt the community and awaken any hidden monstrosities the planet may hold.

Ba-dunk! Suuji was out cold. Not touching any form of land for such a long time will do things like that to you. Your body gets a little fucked up when you're in space for such a long time. Oh, well. He would awaken soon enough. He wasn't dead or anything, just a little tired is all.

"Do you think he's dead?" "Shhh! He's waking up! He's waking up!" Putting his head up in a daze, Suuji looked around the multi-colored walls he had apparently been carried to. A crowd of dwarf-sized humanoids surrounded him, curiousity painted on their ragged faces. "Err... Excuse me, but where in the hell am I?" The tiny man standing at the foot of the bed smiled at Suuji before opening his mouth to give a rather lengthy explanation.

"Welcome to Planet Jayyuk. We are the small yet strong Jayyukians. Our planet resides along the coast of the Alpha-Omega star line. We found you passed out in our desert and brought you hear. We have waited a very, very long time for your arrival, savior. Many did not believe the legends of the Giant One, but those who did have remained hopeful for thousands of generations."
"Okay..... What? Listen, I'm no savior. I'm just a--" Suuji stopped abruptly if they thought he was a savior of sorts, they would treat him like a king. "Yes... Yes... I am the man of legend... The Giant One. I have come here to save you from....? What am I supposed to be saving you from again?" The Jayukkian at the foot of his bed laughed once again.

"You have had a long flight, savior. Here, come with me. Food, rest, and women await you . Your throne has long been waiting for you!" The three other Jayukkians in the room bowed before waving their hands in a "follow me!" motion.

Suuji got up but felt different. He felt... Heavier. Was is it the gravity? No, it wasn't like this when he arrived. He looked down and it wasn't long before he realized why he felt a good 10lbs heavier than before. He had been dressed from head to toe in a gold robe. Not gold painted, mind you. A thin, solid gold. This was.... Awesome.

Following the tiny men into a cathedral-looking building, a long red carpet led the way to a massive throne. "We uhh... Expected you to be a lot bigger." Suuji scoffed and chuckled a bit. He took his seat on his throne as women much larger than the men walked out from behind his throne, carrying an assortment of fruits and vegetables. Suuji didn't even bother questioning the ginormous size differential between the women and men on this planet. His hunger had taken over the entirety of his thoughts. All he could think of was sweet, sweet food. He dug in without hesitation, stuffing his face with some of the most delicious grapes he had ever tasted. Oh, what a joy this planet was!
"SO THE CHOSEN ONE FINALLY SHOWS HIS FACE! COME CLOSER SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS ALREADY. YOU'RE NO HERO, YOU'RE JUST A CHUM!" Who the hell was this guy? Was he joking? He was no bigger than the length of his thigh. Also, who added another 200lbs to Suuji's body? He looked down at his robe. It was still the same. The fuck? Suuji's throne began sinking into the ground. He tried to move, but he couldn't. What the hell is going on? The man who had just entered the room had been bombarded by three guards and thrown out. As soon as he left the palace, the powerful force that was imposing its will on Suuji had ceased to exist.

"Who is that guy? Why did my body feel 200lbs heavier while he was here?" Suuji had become visibly worried, his body shaking uncontrollably. "Uhh.. Ahh.. Y-Yes. That is uhh... Little S. He is part of the reason you have been brought to us, Great Master. You see, Little S is part of a rival clan of ours. They have been trying to destroy us for thousands of years. He is simply a child, weak compared to his elders and even weaker compared to their leader. They can uhh... Control... Err... How can I put this? They can control gravity. Yes! That's it!" Suuji stared with a blank expression on his face. So it seemed he had been received with open arms to combat an army of beings who can manipulate gravity. To make matters worse, a mere child had easily paralyzed Suuji in a matter of seconds. Great.

"I'm outta here." Suuji got up and began to walk the path of the red carpet that had been laid out for him. The massive doors were quickly slammed shut to prevent his exit. "I'm afraid that once you accept our gifts, you cannot leave until we permit you to do so. Luckily for you, you have a year to train before Little S and the rest of his clan come to annihilate us. That gives you a year to train."

Well, that was it. Suuji was stuck here until he defeated the gravity manipulators. Fantastic. "Oh, and here. Take this. It will prevent them from killing you with their gravity. Now the only thing you have to worry about is their combat skill." A small medallion was tossed Suuji's way. After fumbling it for a few seconds, he put it around his neck. "Now come. We have much to do!" Suuji put his head down and began to chuckle. "No need. I can take those midgets if they don't have their gravitational powers." "Not a chance. You must train!" The two went back in forth for a few minutes before the Jayukkian agreed to let Suuji go fight the clan's leader on one condition -- he return back to the palace and train for a solid year should he lose. Agreeing with the the Jayukkian, Suuji flew out of the building and toward the enemy's base.

The fool had no clue about the ass kicking he was about to receive.