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=Tansha: The Moving City=
Tansha is the home city of all of the Ninja Academy World's Machinists hailing from the Kizai clan. Currently disabled, the city used to be capable of moving around the world, at the direction of the Cogmaster. Tansha is currently located deep within the northern mountain ranges of Iwa. 

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==History==
The following is an narrative of Tansha's known history, the historian wishes to remain anonymous.
===Circa 1415 AA===


The screech of metal being torn from metal resounded through the air. The Eight Tales had struck a decisive blow in the battle for the moving city. Tansha limped, bleeding oil and chakra onto the ground as it dragged itself deeper into the mountains of Iwagakure. The people of the moving city cried out, some in terror, some in pain, some in anguish as they felt part of their city die.<br>
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The Eight Tales growled a deep, chuckling growl as it slid back from Tansha, deciding how it would cripple the city with its next blow. Perhaps this time it would sweep some of the people from the streets, or maybe it would tear through the shield that had protected the castle in the city for the duration of the fight.<br>
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<font color="#808000">"Cogmaster, what should we do?"</font><br>
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Cogmaster Ikura stood on a ledge of the castle staring at the Eight Tailed demon, it had been his brother, Daisuke who had spoken. Ikura looked to his brother before nodding in solemn resignation.<br>
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<font color="#556B2F">"There's only one thing we can do Daisuke."</font><br>
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Murmurs arose from the Council of Steel, the democratic governance that ruled alongside the Cogmaster. The Kizai all knew of the super weapon that lay beneath the Castle of Tansha, they also knew of the cost of firing the super weapon. Nobody raised their voice against Ikura, nobody could damn their city to destruction at the maw and tentacles of the Eight Tales. As the Council, Ikura and Daisuke walked through the halls of the castle, several Automated attendants began to follow in their wake. The machines had no consciousness or thought process, there was no way they could have known of the impending doom of their great city. Yet still they followed their king, first ten, then thirty, then fifty. The Cogmaster lead and the Automatons followed, down, down, down, to the deepest level of the Tanshan Castle. Before the Council and the King stood a huge set of doors, giant gears and cogs comprised the barrier that stood between the pilgrims and their holy ground. Ikura raised a hand, running his fingers over the grooves and divets of a cog. The cog began to rotate, the gears to grind, the door opened as Tansha rumbled and shook under the demon's assault.<br>
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The room that the Council and the King stepped into was vast. The high vaulted ceiling was decorated with a myriad of cogs and gears that turned with the power of the King's chakra. As they turned, the room seemed to revolve, revealing portraits and panoramas of the Cogmasters of the past, the Cogmasters of the golden age. In the center of the room, a dais raised from the living floor. A pedestal in the center of the dais cradled a golden orb. The Council quietly filed from the room, they knew the price of firing the Fang of Tansha, as they left, the Automated doors closed behind them. <br>
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Ikura looked out at the sea of Automatons as he mounted the dais and stood beside the orb. It seemed fitting that things should end like this, the King of Machines, entombed with his living legacy. Daisuke followed his brother's footsteps, standing next to his King as he gazed into the swirling golden entrails of the orb.<br>
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<font color="#556B2F">"I should command you to leave, Daisuke, but I guess there's no point to all of that now, is there? I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry I could only give you a half life."</font><br>
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Ikura turned to observe Daisuke's reaction. The other man stood stalk still, his eyes fixed on the orb.<br>
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<font color="#808000">"I'm afraid I don't understand your apology, brother. I've lived a full life, you have given me the gift of humanity. It is the natural cycle that all things must end. You told me that, everyone's spark will eventually flicker out. I have no qualms about it ending here."</font><br>
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Ikura clasped Daisuke's shoulder. His brother's skin was cold, as usual. The King turned to the orb and placed both his hands upon it before completing the chakra circuit that would awaken Gugnir. All the air was suddenly sucked from the room. The cogs and gears began to whirl madly, serpents of energy and pure chakra twisted and shone through the air, casting ghostly shadows on the walls of the antechamber. The panoramas lit up and shone with life as the room whirled faster and faster and faster. Ikura opened his mouth to scream but no sound escaped, his back arched and light poured from every orifice on his face. <br>
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The Eight Tails lunged toward Tansha, it could feel the delicious chakra building it wanted to eat, to devour it all! Suddenly the Tanshan castle erupted in a pillar of light, the beam shot towards the sky, punching a hole through the very air and clouds that stood in its way. The beam traveled higher and higher, scorching the heavens with its celestial fury. The weapon could been seen from thousands of miles away, the needle of chakra that pierced through the sky before winding around in a serpentine pattern. The flow of free energy came screaming down from the atmosphere. The Eight Tailed demon tried to move, tried to avoid that hateful energy but it was too late. The beast was engulfed by Gugnir, the chakra tore through the creature's other worldly defenses, rending and shredding every ounce of its flesh every ounce of its soul. The Eight Tales would have roared, it would have struck back, it would have devoured the energy had it not been torn atom from atom and scattered thousands of miles in every direction in less than a nano second.<br>
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The energy pulsing through Ikura suddenly stopped. The King collapsed, his eyes open and gazing towards the ceiling. The gather of energy had torn Daisuke's skin from his body, he stood gazing down on his brother. There were no vitals, Ikura was as cold as Daisuke had been every day. Daisuke bent down and gathered Ikura up in his arms, the cogs and gears that supported Daisuke's musculoservo system did not protest the light load of a human. Daisuke bore his creator, his king, and his brother up from the antechamber, and into the foyer of the castle. There he lay Ikura, so that the city of Tansha may see their savior, may see what they that day had paid in exchange for their continued survival. Daisuke knelt next to his brother, and placing his metal fingertips on his brother's eyelids, closed them once and for all. As the eyes of its King closed, the city of Tansha stumbled and fell to the ground. It was safe amongst the mountains of what would become Iwagakure and now the city would rest and grieve its loss.<br>
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In the Snow Country at the north of the world, a dark bubbling of chakra rippled through the air. The bubbles writhed and twisted until slowly one strand stretched into the night air. This strand began to divide, one became two, two became four, the four split and thrashed as Eight Tails materialized from the darkness.

===Circa 2095 AA===

Daisuke looked out across the courtyard of the palace of the Cogmaster. His artificial eyes filtered the sunlight that was streaming down across the country of Iwa. The lenses of his optic receptors focused in on his charge. Cogmaster Kizai Kin stood with a group of older men, the young king's face was pulled back in a boisterous laugh. Half of the group of older men that gathered around Kin wore diplomatic garb from the city of Iwagakure no Sato, the other half wore the garb of the Council of Steel. The purpose of the meeting was to discuss a possible shipping arrangement between the hidden machine city and the Country of Earth. If there was one thing the Iwagakurens excelled at it was balancing their books to keep the hidden city hidden.<br>
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Cogmaster Kin finished his meeting with the diplomats, bid them a fair journey and returned to his throne. Daisuke stood next to Kin as the young Cogmaster stared off into the ether. Daisuke understood the human thought process and its need to explore the depths of the subconscious and the recesses of their cerebral ebb and flow. Kin turned to Daisuke and sighed before speaking.<br>
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<font color="#008080">"The diplomats had news of the outside."</font><br>
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Daisuke nodded. Kin was a wise ruler, however the news of the outside world failed to carry much impact with the Automaton. He had seen the first Tsuchikage come to power, seen the Rikudou Sennin, he had fought in the Iwa-Konoha wars, one government was just like the next. There would be talks and negotiations, audiences and tours, feasts and demonstrations. Yet everything would crumble, Kin would die with time, but the spirit of Tansha would live on forever. There would always be new governments and always be new Cogmasters, there could never be a new Machine Spirit.<br>
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<font color="#008080">"Daisuke. What were my ancestors like, what was Iruka like? Your creator."</font><br>
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The Automaton tilted his head towards Kin as his memory banks shuffled through the thousands of years of history until it reached the year of Daisuke's creation, 1400 AA. <br>
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<font color="#808000">"Data Recovery: Year 1400 AA, initiated."</font><br>
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Kin's jaw dropped open. <br>
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<font color="#008080">"Wait, what? Year 1400 AA? Daisuke, that's more than seven hundred years ago. That's even before the Rikudou..."</font><br>
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<font color="#808000">"You are correct, Tansha was created far before the Rikudou Sennin was even conceived. Even in the Machine Reliquary our records do not have history of Tansha's creator. Iruka created the Reliquary in the year of 1421, the only record we have before that year are my first... memories." </font><br>
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Cogmaster Kin stood and walked around his throne, rubbing his temples. The young king had never asked Daisuke about the history of Tansha. He had been so focused on the restoration efforts that the engineers had been making on Tansha that he hadn't even visited the Reliquary in several years.<br>
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<font color="#008080">"So you're telling me that we don't even know who created this throne room, that for at least seven hundred years not a single member of the royal family has left Tansha."</font><br>
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<font color="#808000">"Correct."</font><br>
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Kin looked at his artificial guardian. The synthetic skin that covered Daisuke's frame had been improved over the years that the automaton had served the royal family. Looking at Daisuke there was no way to tell that the taller, dark haired, twenty something man is in fact several hundred years old. Kin sighed before speaking again.<br>
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<font color="#008080">"I have a job for you, Daisuke. My son, Seiji, today is his fourth month in this world. I want you to take him to Konoha, find him a good family there. I will not keep my bloodline in isolation any longer."</font><br>
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The automaton nodded before walking out of the throne room. He followed one of the many staircases up to Kin's chambers. As Daisuke entered, he turned to a mechanical rose that hung on the wall. The petals opened and closed throughout the day as the sun would rise and set. Daisuke knelt before the rose, although the human expression of fealty may have seemed lost on the other automatons, Daisuke still payed homage to his lost queen. Kin had crafted the rose after he lost his wife during Seiji's birth. The Automaton stood and walked over to a nanny who sat with a bundle of cloth held in her arms. Daisuke reached out and took the infant, before turning and leaving the room.<br>
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Daisuke left Tansha, setting out into the mountains of Iwa. As he stepped, the synthetic joints in his legs surged with the power Iruka had left him with, the life force that his brother, his king, had infused within Daisuke with a simple touch on the shoulder so many years ago. Daisuke took a leap into the air, the blast of chakra from his servo-joints carried Daisuke several miles. The Automaton landed with no impact, only a slight cloud of dust rose around Daisuke's boots. Several leaps later, Daisuke found himself in the forests of Konohagakure no sato. Seiji had stayed quiet throughout the journey. Daisuke looked at the small bundle of skin and blankets. It was the end of his journey to Konoha, but the beginning of Seiji's journey through life. The last memory that Daisuke filed away in his databanks of Seiji was a simple sentence.<br>
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<font color="#808000">"Grow strong, my prince."</font>

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