My life for water--melons. [Private]

[Anmida]

Staring at the blazing sun above through the holes in his mask, Aneun regretted every decision he had made up till that moment. "What a nice day for a stroll." He'd told himself several days ago. "What could go wrong?" He had said. Oh how he regretted his own words as he trekked across the hot sand. What had started as a simple stroll ended up lasting several days, and somehow through wandering randomly he found himself in the desolate lands of Kaze no Kuni. He could not even remember how the journey began nor could he even recall his first steps into the desert; all he knew is he hated himself so much.

Having never set foot in Kaze no Kuni before, his body was simply not suited to the desert life as others were. And it also did not help that he had wandered into the desert in his full ANBU outfit consisting of his sneak suit, armor, and long hooded trench coat; headband hidden within his coat. While wishing to strip down for some refreshing coolness, Aneun knew a little about desert survival and knew it was a bad idea. He also did not want to abandon the equipment he worked so hard to buy, and the thought of leaving his identity unprotected in enemy territory did not sit well with him.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a canteen and brought the container to his face as he moved his mask aside just enough to reveal his mouth. Taking in a mouthful of water, he held the cool liquid in his mouth before letting it flow down his throat and into his body. "Shit. Running low." He said after closing the container and shaking it to check the remaining content within. "Which way to go. . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! WHO THE HELL WOULD LIVE IN THIS FORSAKEN PLACE!?" He yelled at the sky suddenly in an almost demented state. The heat of the desert had gotten to him despite the water he just drank causing him to simply snap. Soon after he would fall to his knees in a bent over position, forearms against the hot sand; a low cry emanating from him as he repeatedly pounded the sand with his right fist.

[Mami]

Being a hunter in Kaze no Kuni was surely a difficult thing, Beatrice silently grieved to herself as she scanned the desolate landscape for anything that resembled an animal she could take down. It was a cruel twist of fate after she found out she had an affinity for the bow - in the deserts of Sungakure. It was a miracle when she happened upon something that she could take down in order to hone her hunting skills. Today was not such a day, but she was already far enough into the wide deserts that she figured that she might as well keep searching. What else was she going to do? Missions? A waste of time, she didn't become a ninja to be some senile wrinkle bag's cat sitter. Either she was going to go on actual missions, or train and prepare herself for actual missions. She was quite stubborn, after all.

Taking a sip of water from her canteen, she sighed and decided to give up for the day due to the heat finally starting to get to her. It was only then that she heard a voice echoing out, screaming at the sands. For a moment she simply froze and blinked, looking around slowly. Running in the direction as it faded she saw a shadow ahead, as if someone was hunched over in the distant. Stopping she considered, for a moment, turning around and just avoiding whatever, or whoever, was ahead of her. But what would be the fun in denying destiny? Licking her lips she sauntered forward through the sands, approaching until she could make out the shape of a person.

"Well, well. That's quite the interesting prey to find out here." she called out to the mass. Her hand itched for her bow, naturally, but diplomacy often won in favor of recklessness.

"Do you happen to need any help? Curiosity leaped from her voice as her eyes ran over the body.

[Anmida]

As the sweet voice of a woman pierced the silence of Kaze no Kuni, Aneun ceased his crying immediately, turning to look toward where the voice emanated from. What he laid eyes upon made him question if it was reality or merely a mirage his mind had conjured to ease his wailing soul; either way, he loved it. Starting from her alluring yet fierce look he had already nearly broken out into a drool, but as his eyes trailed lower, they nearly popped out of their sockets. Never before had he seen someone so bountifully endowed before and it truly made him question if it was all an illusion; using every ounce of his strength to prevent eyes and other 'part' from protruding unnecessarily.

"My, oh my. . ." He said in a half-state of shock as he rose to his feet. Taking in her entirety, Aneun could not help but love how scantily clad she was; baring nearly all for the world, and most importantly him, to see. Staring at her for a moment with veiled looks of desire, he could not help but feel a sense of worry, but also see an opportunity when it came to her bare outfit. His hands rose and joined; cupped together with the right atop, before pulling apart to reveal an unknown bottle that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as fingers danced to add a sense of mysticism to his actions.

"Help me? I think you're the one who needs help. Such decadent skin must be protected." Flicking the cap open he squeezed a large amount of an unknown substance, now believed to be sunscreen, into his hand; dropping the bottle once both hands had been lathered. "Do not worry my dear. This'll feel reeeaaally guuuud."

A low perverted panting could almost be heard as he walked forward, fingers dancing wildly as both hands looked intent upon fondling while lathered in white stuff; all the while his form is cloaked and face hidden behind a mask -- giving credence to the word creepy.

[Mami]

Upon hearing her voice the silhouette seemed to start moving, before standing upright. Immediately Beatrice's face twisted in confusion as it appeared to be a human in a cloak, but the face threw her off at first. The mask fit better than it should have and so she believed it was some kind of odd mutated beast standing before her, and she froze unsure what to do. She only got more confused when the body began to speak, though it was then that she finally realized that there was a mask. Easing up, she ran a hand through her hair lightly to shake some of the accumulated sand out of it.

Watching as his hands moved together before pulling out a bottle, of some sort seemingly from out of thin air, which only seemed to raise more questions. She had only just met the man and he already baffled her. His words had seemed nice enough, but the combination of covering his hands in some substance as well as moving forward and his final words sent enough chills without the mask giving her the creeps. Backing up a step and planting her foot, she bit her lip and took a quick breath before choosing her words carefully.

"Oh no, I'm quite alright my skin is doing well and all!" She spoke vibrantly, with her eyes darting around behind him to see if he was alone.

It wasn't often that people chose to walk the deserts of Kaze no Kuni, unless they knew how to trek through the barren fields of grainy sand. She figured, by the way she had heard screaming, that it was more likely he was unintentionally there. That, at least, made her sure that he wasn't an enemy - albeit still weird. A cloak and mask in the desert was nearly asking for a heat stroke, after all.

"Enjoying our 'wonderful' lands, are you? she asked, walking closer to him.

"Not really vacation weather, eh?

[Anmida]

Aneun could feel a figurative dagger pierce his heart as those harsh words of rejection reached his ears; a feeling he was all too familiar with. It was not the first time, and certainly not the last time he was rejected by the opposite sex. Women just never seemed to want to have some 'fun' with him despite the innocence of it all. Even with all his failures, one would expect him to have built an immunity to being rejected, but no man ever enjoys the feeling of rejection.

"Are you sure? Women have told me I have magic fingers." He replied dejectedly as he flicked the white substance clean off both hands.

"This is certainly not pleasant. How does one deal with such heat? Should I strip down as you have?" He asked while staring intently at her body, nor did he try to hide it as the movements of his mask made his focus obvious.

Moving closer as she did, he found it ever so difficult to pry his desirous eyes from her bodacious figure; belatedly recognizing the hand band around her waist. For all of one second he made a mental note to be cautious of the unknown Suna Kunoichi, but such thoughts fell short immediately. As his vision moved past her head band and down her body, his urges salivated intensely at the sight of her well-toned legs.

"I must say though, you have an amazing body. What I wouldn't do to those legs. Hehehehehaha." His perverted, maniacal laugh emanated throughout the desolate lands of Kaze no Kuni. Aneun knew he was a freak and he did not try to hide it; a most obvious fact. "So what say you and I go some place private for some fun? By the way, my safe word is Pineapple." Still moving ever closer with a steady gait, he would not cease his advance until they were but two feet apart; vision locked onto the veritable mountains called her cleavage.

[Mami]

From her rejection, it seemed the mans tone had changed as he started ridding his hands of the substance. This man was certainly interesting, if nothing else. Though the words he spoke, himself, were far from simply interesting. They were perverse but it was almost as if he honestly believed she might change her mind and go off too allow him to undress her, among other things. Snickering lowly, she questioned if she should even pull out the usual aloof routine. It was easier, but for someone like him he might simply enjoy the facade of innocence and ignorance.

"Well maybe you should go back to them and get a second opinion. she remarked, off-hand, still trying to figure him out.

Looking at herself, she began to blush and closed the coat around her. It wasn't so much that she wanted to reveal her body, it was more like a survival tactic for fighting and training with ease while still not succumbing to the heat that threatened to take over. But now that he mentioned it, Beatrice realized she was rather scantily clad. She opened her mouth to speak, but they had both closed the relative gap between them and were much closer now.

"I wouldn't exactly call it stripping down, but the swimsuit definitely helps with the heat while I'm moving, ha. she finished with an awkward laugh, slightly rubbing the back of her head.

Any inkling or thought that she had about the man being anything other than a perverse freak died down the moment he commented on her legs and proceeded to cackle like an old lecher. Not only that, but he had the audacity to ask her to find somewhere to "have fun". Her face changing from an embarrassed shade of pink, to an angry shade of red, finally back to normal while she exhaled a small huff. What did he take her for? She was a kunoichi, not some common trollop walking the sands.

"No thank you, but there should be a brothel somewhere close where you can tell them all about your pineapples and your safety words. she retorted frostily, though it did nothing to halt his advance.

Deciding to play with some reverse psychology, as he stopped around two feet of her, she moved forward wrapping herself around him as seductive as she could manage - not that it was hard with her apparel. Doing that she would bring her mouth to the side of the mask, whispering.

"Just know that if you continue to insult me, I may have to turn you into a pincushion." she finished with a smile.

[Anmida]

"Oh! A broth--"

Before he could finish his comment, Aneun felt the sudden warmth of a woman press up against him, sending his mind into a frenzy. Shock, joy, lust, comfort, arousal; his emotions became a cluster of madness that caused his mind to blank out. For just a moment his brain and body had no idea what to do -- an event that had never ever happened to him before. But as the warmth and feel from the Kunoichi's bosom reached his chest, his mind was jolted back to reality. Body frozen, his eyes immediately moved as far down as they could, his vision locked onto the view of her 'assets' squished between their bodies -- he loved every second of it.

It was not just her body that sent his mind awry, her voice also shook his mental capabilities as she spoke ever so close to him; her warm breath licking his skin through the cracks between mask and hood. And all the while in the back of his mind he knew he was heavily underestimating the Kunoichi, but would be unable to control his actions.

"I apologize. Y-you're--" And suddenly midst his talking, the Kunoichi would feel a sudden force and warmth on her lower backside. "--just so b-b-beautiful." Unbeknownst to both individuals, Aneun's hands had stealthily made their way around her body and firmly gripped her butt with both hands; several playful squeezes given here and there. In reality, he had no idea what his body was doing as it had moved independently of his mind, driven solely by his desires.

And it was only moments after would something hard begin to poke and press against the Kunoichi's body -- an involuntary act he had no control over.

[Mami]

Initially, Beatrice was flush with success. He had begun to reply to one of her prior quips before he cut himself off at the closeness of the two. Seduction tactics were easy enough, especially on men who were as depraved as he was proving himself to be. Though, it seemed, that he was more about the talk rather than the action as he systematically froze, most likely in shock. She was almost completely sure that the advantage was hers, she even had him stuttering. As she prepared to pull away, the whole ball game changed.

It was as if she hadn't even noticed, because the moment his hands squeezed her backside she simply froze. Her face went blank and her head bobbed a bit to the side, her hair covering her face. She was so stunned and so astounded that she didn't even know how to proceed. Who the Hell did he think he was? He started with his lewd comments but now he had the impertinence to actually put his hands on her and...

"What the fuck is that?! she found herself screaming before pushing as violently as she could against him.

Her face a flush red with anger, she very seriously considered reaching around and killing him quickly. She figured she could knock an arrow and take him out quickly enough that he wouldn't be able to counter nor react. The thought appealed to her so much that she actually began to lick her lips.

Calming herself down, she decided to give him one more chance before she snapped. "You, man. You give me one good reason I shouldn't hunt you down right now. And I suggest you make it quick, and convincing." she released, before taking a deep breath.

[Anmida]

"Huh?"

When the Kunoichi suddenly erupted into anger and pushed away, Aneun was left absolutely confused. In his mind things had been going well, and he felt they were just several steps away from being much more intimate with one another. So when the Kunoichi flared her anger suddenly, he was completely clueless as to what to do. Contemplating on what mistake he'd made, the sensation of her bosom against his chest began to fade and the lingering feeling of plumpness in his hands became more apparent. Raising both hands, he looked to his extremities for a moment; his fingers flexing in a manner similar to what one would do when squeezing an object. He performed this act to help him remember the strangely familiar feeling he'd held in his hands.

And just when he had begun to realize what his hands had done, Aneun looked to the Kunoichi only to see her perform an act that would send any man insane. Whether intentional or not, her act of licking her lips sent his mind awry once again; unable to formulate proper thoughts even as she threatened to get rough -- something he wasn't fully against. Grinning from ear to ear behind his mask, it'd take a moment for him to remember the situation he was in, leaving his answer rather frantic.

"W-wait! Wait! Wait! Uuuhh. . . my bad. Reflex." He said while raising his right hand in an apologetic manner. Of course with his mind being controlled by his second brain, he didn't have a proper excuse or reason for his actions. Nervously he took a step back with his left foot, and readjusted his Jian which had moved about when the Kunoichi pressed herself onto him, causing it to prod her only moments ago.

[Mami]

Still trying to calm herself down, she instantly thought that no one would even notice if she took him out. But, as her temper calmed, she bit her lip. Such actions and thoughts weren't usually like her. She was someone who craved battle, not needless conflict. As a Shinobi she had a standard to follow and her actions not only had an effect on herself but also those in Sunagakure. Even as the man tried to play innocent, she didn't falter in collecting herself. Even he had to have shame, so he was most likely acting out of the necessity to hide it.

"I should just turn you into a human shish-kabob." she muttered, before standing up straight and fixing her coat.

He started to apologize, yet again, stuttering once again. Was there not a moment when he had to broadcast his depraved attitude and intentions? It was almost disgusting to the point that it was intolerable. And did he seriously think that his behavior was acceptable? The mere thought forcing her teeth to grind together, her frustration growing and growing until it was bubbling under the surface ready to explode.

"Enough with the talk. Stand up straight. You now have two options, the way I see it." She said, looking down, before taking a deep inhale and releasing it before she tossed her coat onto the sand.

"Atone for your actions, is obviously the first option. I do recommend this option as it's the one where I don't force feed you an arrow from across the desert."

Stretching, she started by twisting her body to crack her back before pulling her leg from behind to increase how limber she would be. In all honesty, she didn't mean what she was saying. She was someone who had a lot of confidence, but she didn't have a penchant for the unknown. It required a certain... je ne sais quoi, and she didn't possess it. What she did possess, however, was incredible acting skills and the ability to pull them out when she was pushed to the point. Of course, she could die before that time but what was life without risk?

"Or, as I so subtly hinted, I can purge you in placement of your atonement. Whichever sounds better to you, I have all day to wait for you to decide."

[Anmida]

The situation, while teetering on hostile, had been progressing nicely until the moment where the Kunoichi had set an ultimatum. It was at that moment that she had made two mistakes she would soon deeply regret: the first of which was the removal of her coat. It was that singular piece of clothing that had magnified his curiosity yet kept his actions at bay, but with its removal, almost all had been revealed. While most men do not admit it, the point where a woman is sexiest is when she has something to hide; allowing the man to use his imagination to find the prize, and from there the jackpot. But when a woman beings to strip down, sexy turns erotic and a whole new world opens when that word is introduced -- especially when Aneun is involved.

Her second mistake was giving him a choice between pleading for mercy whilst threatening him, or to face her wrath head on. And one thing Aneun was not is a masochist, in fact he was the complete opposite as a sadist of profound proportions. He enjoyed the thrill of knocking people off their high horse, and relishing in that moment where they fell -- it was no different with the Kunoichi who thought herself superior.

Eyes locking onto her nearly naked form, the sensations he felt drove his focus to the pinnacle in preparation for what was to come. Unseen to the Kunoichi, Aneun smiled madly as his body yearned to advance, but held himself back only by some manner of mercy he felt for his unsuspecting prey.

"...hehehehe. . ." A low eerie laugh emanated from Aneun and was more than enough of an answer for the Kunoichi to act. Even from behind the mask, she'd feel his lust and other desires surging forth from his being; giving her the false sensation of being licked all over and worse by the strange masked man.

"Kneel, bitch." He said shifting from the norm to a deeper but crazed tone.

[Mami]

The silence that ensued after Beatrice's threats were thick with tension between the two. Feeling her brow begin to sweat, more so from her anxiety than the heat, she quickly wiped it before his laugh echoed around and through her. The feeling was...grotesque, enough for her face to pale. It was as if he was next to her, salivating and touching and licking all over her body made even more distressful by the fact that she was so unwisely exposed now. It was the final straw for her, as she was sick of his flippant attitude and the way he continued to violate her.

Removing the bow from her back, finally, she gripped it hard before calming herself down. Battles were won when the cooler head prevailed. However, if both parties were cool-headed then it's a pure battle of skill. That was an ironclad rule, one she understood well. Whoever walked away was simply...better.

"Kneel, bitch."

"Eat metal, you freaky fuck."

And that was the phrase that would set everything into motion. Being so close to him, distance was a huge disadvantage to someone who was a mid to long-range fighter. Knocking three arrows¹, she would also begin to move backward before firing them. She had to test out his abilities, while at the same time getting distance. The purpose of this was to have his attention on dodging the arrows instead of following her.

Of course that was only if he didn't have a method of attacking that both closed the distance and took out her technique. That was a whole new ball game, one she wasn't even entirely ready for. Knocking another arrow², she hoped that her path to distance wouldn't be impeded by his impetuous attitude.

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Tier 1 - Warmonger: The Archer has become so adept at the skill of archery that her aim stays true throughout any onslaught. The Archer can now fire any bow while moving without suffering a range penalty.

50 lbs. Shortbow
Rank: C-Rank
Type: Primary / Ranged
Description: A deceptively simple weapon comprised of a carved piece of wood and a string, the bow is one of the most ancient weapons made by man. By using a combination of leverage, torque and flexibility, the bow is able to launch projectiles at a deadly speed and over large distances. The 50 lbs. short-bow has a default firing range of 55 meters; this range is lowered by 50% when the user fires while running, jumping, riding on an animal or performing other aggressive movements. The bow has a default nock and fire rate of 1 arrow per every 2 seconds, and discharges said projectile faster than its Longbow counterpart.
Cost: 5,000 Ryo

Arrows (26 remaining)
Rank: D-Rank
Type: Secondary, Melee/Range
Special: 10 Arrows / Pack
Description: Arrows can come in multiple shapes and sizes, depending upon the user's choice. The average length of an arrow from tip to fletching is 27''
Cost: 500 Ryo / Pack

¹ Shotgun
Rank: C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Offensive
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Mid
The technique is one of the hallmarks of the Kyuudou style, firing more arrows than a normal person would believe is possible. It's been said that with proper mastery of the technique, the user can fire up to four at a time with the same amount of power and range as if they fired one.

² Prep

Remaining Chakra: 1 Massive (100), 1 High (50), 1 Low (20)

[Anmida]

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words and in that instance, the picture was clear to Aneun as the Kunoichi drew her bow well before he'd made a true threat against her. This mere act however, signified the start of his own retaliation, but he would not take the initiative and instead would only react. He had to show her the difference between them and make her realize her place compared to him. A mere forethought brought his clans trademark crimson eyes to life, allowing him to watch her every movement with ease; the Sharingan but one of many tools in his arsenal he would use to make her foolishness clear.

And in those following moments, the phrase "silence is golden" would have fit the Kunoichi's situation perfectly as her very words let slip her intentions. With his enhanced perception, Aneun could easily foretell her next words and move, leaving him no choice but to react. With but several feet between the two, her attempts at use of a bow showed him clearly her inexperience and with a burst of speed¹, the distance between them closed instantly. He then stood but two feet in front of her with his arm already in the motions of an attack in the form of a downward swing with his right hand; fingers together but fully extended like a blade.

While seemingly unarmed, his strike held a deadly secret² that could not be seen with the normal eyes. Ink was summoned³ from his very pores and created a layer of sharp, hardened ink over his already black nails, giving no indication of his weapon or abilities. Like a fine scalpel, the arm swung vertically downward aiming to cut, but his target was not the Kunoichi herself. He instead aimed for the thin piece of cloth which held her impressive bust in place, wanting to show her just how deep his sins ran for her to not speak of atonement lightly.

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{Just the tip.}Sharingan: One Tomoe
Rank: C
Range: -
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Miniscule per turn
This is the first variation of a partially developed Sharingan eye. The clan member’s pupil will turn red and develop one of the wheel swirls. The perception of one’s surroundings is slightly enhanced and they are able to perceive the flow of chakra though not its elemental nature.

Note: This variation of the Sharingan is capable of dispelling C-rank Genjutsu and below but is able to discern they are within a Genjutsu of B rank and below. The user is capable of predicting rudimentary Taijutsu (C-rank and below), and comprehending movements that are of C rank Speed or less.

¹Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique)
Rank: D
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Miniscule
Shunshin no Jutsu is a basic Ninjutsu technique used across the shinobi world by all, ranging from the most basic shinobi to the legends of lore. Considered a high-speed movement technique - to an observer caught in the optical illusion, it appears as if the user has teleported. This allows the user to escape or attack suddenly, should they need to. However, while a high-speed movement, if used in broad daylight, one will still be quite visible and as such, easier to be defended against. In order to achieve maximum effect, the user must combine it with a distraction.

Note: Despite popular belief, this is not an ability that allows an individual to teleport, or even move incomprehensibly fast. It simply combines high mobility with some disruption of visibility to conceal those movements. That in mind, if you can conceal your movement, it is common for this technique to allow very long-distance dashes before enemies may notice you.

²Gahitsu (Artist's Brush)
Rank: D
Range: --
Type: Offensive
Handseals: --
Chakra Consumption: Low to cast; Miniscule per 2 turns; Miniscule each alteration
Summoning forth ink, the user will coat their weapon of choice increasing the weapons offensive (slashing, piercing, etc) and defensive (durability, etc) capabilities. The ink can also be utilized to change the shape and size of the weapon or act as an extension.

Note: The weapons capabilities are essentially doubled; applies to ink extension as well. Cannot alter weapon to values below its base/norm. 3 meter extension limit.

1/5³ - Tier 1 - Draw, my Heart: What is a brush? What is ink? Mere tools that limit an artist's inspiration and the source of all true art, the heart. That being said, members of the Sumi clan have learned to forgo the need for a brush or purchasing ink to supplement their artful skills. Replacing the brush is the hand but more precisely, the fingers. The mere waving of their appendages over a selected canvas is able to create brush strokes of any varying size and texture; a manifestation of their will and the Artist's Heart. Ink is therefore replaced by a chakra manifested substance by providing an additional Miniscule amount of chakra per 5 jutsu used. This substance is unaffected by water and thus can be used in any situation.

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[Mami]

Her inexperience taking an all standing position, while she sought to talk he sought to attack. Even with all of her pride and training, it meant nothing without the real-life experience that this man had. It was almost laughable, even in those first short moments, to think that she could beat him. But that didn't mean she was done trying. Before she could even reach back to grab a bow he closed in and swiped down, gritting her teeth but freezing almost instantly. There was very few clothing on Beatrice's body to begin with, an obvious fact, so when the top of the bathing suit was cut she felt the hot air immediately.

Unable to hold it in, she shrieked and threw herself forward - attempting to dive past the man and grab her coat before beginning. It was a childish antic, unacceptable for battle, however a part of her prayed on the perverse nature of the man. If he had gotten a gaze, then maybe he wouldn't move to counter before she could cover up and do the same.

[Anmida]

Perfect.

Everything had gone just as he intended from the start. Aneun had zero intentions of harming the Kunoichi on any serious level; he wanted just humility. He wanted to see her grovel at his feet, and beg for his forgiveness. That moment where she admitted just how little she knew, and only then would he allow her to repent. He had to teach her that some advances, you simply do not turn down.

And so when that frail piece of cloth snapped violently, and her humility hit its peak as her bosom was revealed, Aneun saw everything, well almost everything. His Sharingan had given him insight and perception far beyond the common man, and mixed with his innate eye for detail, he saw what every man dreamed of -- live action, slow motion breasts. Every jiggle, every feature, every single movement and detail were seen with intense clarity, and it brought a level of satisfaction to Aneun one would not believe. They way they bounced, and how the sweat traced her curves made the experience so surreal it brought a tear to his eye; the droplet slowly flowing down the right side of his face.

For the first time in his life, he found love for his bloodline ability, and even contemplated how much he could see had he possessed greater mastery of it. With but the first stage of the Sharingan, his ability to see and track movement was at the minimum, but if he gained and mastered his ability, could he see more? The idea excited Aneun intensely, and so for the first time in his life again, he wanted power; the power to capture those blissful moments -- power to see everything.

"Mmm, so supple. Beautiful." He said loudly enough for the Kunoichi to hear. And she would understand immediately.

His moment of fun however, did not last long as the Kunoichi dove for her coat, and while he wanted to keep her bare, Aneun did not react. He had told himself he would only react to her actions to show his dominance; to make her realize who was the master. Turning toward the Kunoichi in a neutral stance with both arms at his side, the mere sight of her attempting to cover made him shiver with joy. And so he broke into a maniacal yet excited laughter.

"Ahahahahaha! Kneel! Or prepare to walk this world naked."

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{I have special eyes.}Sharingan - Miniscule

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