by Ashitaka found himself really growing attached to the creation of buildings. The structures stood as legacies to the power of creation, unlike the weapons he was more proficient with. They had higher demands on his mind due to the higher complexities of even the simplest household, which was absolutely not what he was putting up today. What he had in mind required numerous images of its intended layout and appearance, from multiple angles. While his jutsu allowed him to create any building from his own imagination, he wasn't a little kid any more, and now his imagination needed clarity of intent and direction. That wasn't to say this place was going to be lacking in aesthetics, far from it in fact. It was just that he felt he needed a plan this time. Here at the boundary between the Market Streets and the Administrative District, anything he did was doomed to an abundance of attention, but he resigned himself to that being a necessity of his position and goals.
He also felt he needed more than just Wood to work with, as scandalous as that was for some members of his clan to believe. Fortunately for him, he a) was running that particular clown show, and b) was one of the most independently powerful ninja in the village, and in either case was not beholden to the opinions of his regressive detractors. A few choice uses of the Assimilate All Creation Technique brought virtually every solid material known to be available in Konoha under his domain. His natural Senju Wood was joined by Ebony, Gold, Steel, Glass, Marble, and even numerous choice fabrics as they grew and flowed into the forms prescribed by his drawings and notes. Space was made available for artists to paint their works on virtually every surface not necessary for structural integrity, and even some that were.
To say that the opera house was beautiful was to sell it short terribly. It was a small monument to the peace the world currently found itself in, from someone who had seen it in the midst of the ugliest war imaginable. More than that, it was also functionally crafted so that the sounds in the warm, inviting hallways were suppressed in favor of the grand stage around which the rest of the building was created. This latter was almost entirely Senju Wood and rendered the chakra of anyone standing on it visible to anyone viewing it, even if they were trying to suppress it or naturally had so little it barely registered even to those who specialized in seeing it. As he stood on this stage to survey his work, Ashitaka looked like he was at the center of an ethereal bonfire of greens and browns.
Externally, the building combined the traditional styles of the Old Empires once held by the Uchiha and the Hyuuga with radiant cathedrals of Hakkin. If the towering magnificence that was the Grand Konoha Training Facility didn't give away the village's location, this new jewel of the city looking like a sun that never seemed to fully set might well do so in its stead. With a sigh of satisfaction and no small amount of pride, he sat on the edge of the stage and went through the scroll bearing the titles and synopses of the performances that had already tried to make reservations for the venue's use.
His smile faded as he looked over the usual boring romanticizations of the past's tragedies, but below those there were some interesting entries:
A story about a woman who finds immortality and madness in her efforts to resurrect a lost loved one.
A tale of a war veteran who starts another war just so he can be back in a familiar lifestyle.
A myth about a priestess who gets a little too into the "burning the heretics" part of her holy crusade, becomes an arsonist, and ends up burning her family house down.
An urban legend about a young man who inexplicably goes insane and kills his own village.
...Ashitaka wondered if the songs from other genres were any more light-spirited. They were not. He wondered if this spoke to a deeper problem within the village's collective psyche, but if it did, he was hardly the person to do anything about it. He pushed that train of thought to the back of his mind as he focused on scheduling. At some point he would end up giving the responsibility over to a permanent stage manager, but for now this opera house was his baby, and he wanted to be the one behind its first steps.
He also felt he needed more than just Wood to work with, as scandalous as that was for some members of his clan to believe. Fortunately for him, he a) was running that particular clown show, and b) was one of the most independently powerful ninja in the village, and in either case was not beholden to the opinions of his regressive detractors. A few choice uses of the Assimilate All Creation Technique brought virtually every solid material known to be available in Konoha under his domain. His natural Senju Wood was joined by Ebony, Gold, Steel, Glass, Marble, and even numerous choice fabrics as they grew and flowed into the forms prescribed by his drawings and notes. Space was made available for artists to paint their works on virtually every surface not necessary for structural integrity, and even some that were.
To say that the opera house was beautiful was to sell it short terribly. It was a small monument to the peace the world currently found itself in, from someone who had seen it in the midst of the ugliest war imaginable. More than that, it was also functionally crafted so that the sounds in the warm, inviting hallways were suppressed in favor of the grand stage around which the rest of the building was created. This latter was almost entirely Senju Wood and rendered the chakra of anyone standing on it visible to anyone viewing it, even if they were trying to suppress it or naturally had so little it barely registered even to those who specialized in seeing it. As he stood on this stage to survey his work, Ashitaka looked like he was at the center of an ethereal bonfire of greens and browns.
Externally, the building combined the traditional styles of the Old Empires once held by the Uchiha and the Hyuuga with radiant cathedrals of Hakkin. If the towering magnificence that was the Grand Konoha Training Facility didn't give away the village's location, this new jewel of the city looking like a sun that never seemed to fully set might well do so in its stead. With a sigh of satisfaction and no small amount of pride, he sat on the edge of the stage and went through the scroll bearing the titles and synopses of the performances that had already tried to make reservations for the venue's use.
His smile faded as he looked over the usual boring romanticizations of the past's tragedies, but below those there were some interesting entries:
A story about a woman who finds immortality and madness in her efforts to resurrect a lost loved one.
A tale of a war veteran who starts another war just so he can be back in a familiar lifestyle.
A myth about a priestess who gets a little too into the "burning the heretics" part of her holy crusade, becomes an arsonist, and ends up burning her family house down.
An urban legend about a young man who inexplicably goes insane and kills his own village.
...Ashitaka wondered if the songs from other genres were any more light-spirited. They were not. He wondered if this spoke to a deeper problem within the village's collective psyche, but if it did, he was hardly the person to do anything about it. He pushed that train of thought to the back of his mind as he focused on scheduling. At some point he would end up giving the responsibility over to a permanent stage manager, but for now this opera house was his baby, and he wanted to be the one behind its first steps.
