ancientwaterfall01: the brother of the tide

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Takigakure no Sato had been dead for a long, long time. Even calling it a true hidden village would be to overestimate the nature of the military compound. The entire country was nothing more than a third world country, a blip on the radar of the more powerful, established nations. For the last seventeen years, it had not grown at all—nothing but shabby wooden buildings and clumps of tilled land made up the village, with a few cleared fields for the small amount of “Shinobi” to train. Out of these few “Shinobi”, quoted due to the fact that the title barely fits them, gems existed—the metaphorical diamond in the rough.

Yukina Sencha was one of these diamonds.

He sat on one of the many tree stumps dotting the training field, hunched over and his elbows on his knees. Sencha was a rarity in the world and an outlier in Takigakure no Sato; he was one of the only people to hold not only a Kekkai Genkai but also the fabled Kekkai Touta. Amongst the civilians in the village, few knew if these rumors held any truth. They were myths on the wind, for the ninja that of the Waterfall were secretive about their arts and techniques. Despite the fact none of them held a rank higher then Genin, for in a village with no order or recognition growth was stagnated, each individual held techniques that could easily cause the death of another.

Standing up and dusting his aqua-hued haori off, Sencha sheathed both hands into his pockets and began to walk back towards the center of the village. Mid-stride he came to a realization: it didn’t matter where he went. The same people would be there, doing the same things, achieving the same nothingness that Taki folk achieved. A flash of anger flew past Sencha’s thoughts as he turned back towards the fields behind him.

There had to be a way to make this nation feared, as the stories say it was in the past.

And I will find that way.

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[/style][style=color:FFEFD5; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #444444; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -8px; text-transform: lowercase]sebastian clave | ^{walking dead man}

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[/u]. And without any true way to stop the returning villagers without any sort of routine check, he found himself tracking down these individuals personally to check them out.

Straightening his jacket line he'd find himself drawing closer and closer to one of the newer arrivals, a man with bright blue hair who's name was unknown to Clave, for the time being. Hands in his jacket pockets he kept himself at the ready to fend off any random attack should one of the individuals who had returned decided to become hostile like a mad dog. Yet, even when he walked into the presence of the man he felt no fear or hesitation as he spoke out to the man's back. "Oi', come over here."[/color] His words were clear, solid, and demanding. He held a split position with the boy, they lead the village even if they had no rank system, anyone who wished to truly return to the village and stay would have to learn and accept this.
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Clave’s words were not met with a weak “Yes sir” or even a confused “What”. Sencha turned on his heel and allowed his bright blue eyes to do the speaking—like ice they bored holes into the Jounin’s own. What he saw was the distinctive ocean glow of one of Takigakure’s twin leaders, the Brothers of the Tide. Even with his status as village leader, Sencha gave the man little credit or respect. The only reason people looked up to him was because he was the first of the few to return to the dead village. Whether he was strong or not was anyone’s guess, and his personality was a mystery for the most part. Then again, those with a sharp eye knew he viewed himself as an elitest; his arrogant tone of voice did nothing to dispel that.

“What,” Sencha began, spitting on the ground as crossed the distance between both of them. He stopped three or so feet from Clave, a scowl imprinted on his face. “In the hell do you want, Sebastian?”

Sencha returned in his tone what he perceived to be disrespect. He was careful to put a condescending twist on Clave’s first name. Until he found a reason to show the glowing-eyed freak any respect, he would receive none.

As of now, there was no Alpha in Takigakure no Sato.

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[/style][style=color:FFEFD5; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #444444; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -8px; text-transform: lowercase]sebastian clave | ^{walking dead man}

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[/b][/color] And just as quickly as his simple facade of humor had appeared it vanished as his eyes narrowed and took on the coldest glare one could muster as his transformed into one of seriousness and lack of compassion.

Tilting his head to the side he'd speak again. "Everyone returning to the village requires a screening, we are not allowing just anyone back into the village...But, it looks like you're looking to leave, yeah?"[/color] His stare still cold as his face remained serious Clave awaited the man's response. The tension in the air was truly thick.
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“Leave?” Sencha repeated, as if the concept was foreign to him. For a moment he looked bewildered, stunned almost, but then his lips contorted into the darkest of grins. Shark like teeth broke through the redness of his lips and, after a moment of letting the thought set in, laughter exploded similar to the Brother’s was released. If Clave was an intelligent man, he’d see the two were extremely similar in more ways than one. This was enforced as Sencha’s face suddenly took on a hard, icy mask.

“I don’t care about your screening—any test you’ll have I’ll pass. But just so you know, none of it means shit to me. I came back to this dead ass village to do what I was born to do—kill for it.” Sencha paused for a moment, allowing the cocky grin from earlier to return. The tension in the air didn’t seem to affect him at all—he was an instinctual beast and thus oblivious to such things.

“My target list is ever growing, Sebastian. If the difference between turning this dump into a fuckin’ empire is adding another name to it, then so be it.”

Even if Sebastian hated the attitude and arrogance that exuded from Sencha, he would have to respect one thing about the man: he was loyal to the village, probably more so then the other people who had returned to it.

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[/style][style=color:FFEFD5; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #444444; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -8px; text-transform: lowercase]sebastian clave | ^{the pale sea-dragon}

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[/u]...[/b][/color] He spoke to the man with the title of "kid" for the simple fact that he was currently acting like one, nonetheless a short pause followed this before Clave continued on.

"And that's why I'm going to ignore the disrespect and the threat, this time. But, you'll have to learn your place when it comes to me and my brother if you wish to aide Takigakure in any positive way, understood?! Now I know it's hard for a wild dog to do this, but things will be for the better if you do, trust me, this is coming from a former wildling."[/color]

Letting his attitude and expression lighten up a bit he'd nod towards the man a bit for continuing further. "Now, I require your ID if you still have it, an explanation and possible proof of what you have been doing since Takigakure's destruction, as well as a detailed overlook of your skills."[/color]

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Sencha backed off of Clave when he finished talking, putting several yards of space between the two. When he stopped he turned to the side and reached up, grabbing the hilt of the jian that hung off of his back. He took the weapon, scabbard and all, and tossed it on the ground. He then reached to his back and unveiled a gourd, large enough to carry several gallons of water, and placed it on the ground as well.

The entire time Sencha was moving, he was silent. Clave called him a wild dog. That description was inaccurate. If anything, the shinobi was a lion or leopard. He’d play the Brother’s games for now, deciding that it was for the best to act as their lackey and servants until he was strong enough and in a position to be able to do what he was born and raised to do. Standing up again, he’d finally speak.

“I have no ID, but the names Sencha. I’ve been walking around since Takigakure’s destruction. I don’t think there is proof of that needed. And finally,” Sencha stopped speaking, raising a single hand into the air. Instantly it began to move, contorting as if it was performing hand seals, a task seemingly impossible with both hands. “I’m a Demon of Ice.”

As he finished speaking, the effects of his technique began. The clouds began to grow dark and a chill took the air by storm. Clave would find that his breath was now visible. Soon flakes of snow began falling, melting by time they landed on the grass below. Soon these crystals refused to melt anymore and soon they formed ice on the ground. Winds whipped to and fro, throwing the hair of both men back and forth as the sleet turned into a full blown blizzard. Ice covered the ground, creeping up trees and murdering any flora left on the training fields. Without warning the snow caked both the ground and the men, wetting their clothes and weighing them down.

And then it stopped.

With another hand seal, notably performed with a single hand, the snowstorm ended before it could truly begin. The hot sun above melted the snow and ice that had caked the thirty meter area of the training field and the surrounded forests and the temperature began to climb steadily up. Sencha’s cocksure grin never left his face.

“Anything else?”

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Yuki no Kami (Gods of Ice)
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Clan Kekkei Touta / Hyouton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Handseals: No.
Chakra: ---
Special: Dominion extends 10 meters in every direction of the user, and goes up 10 more with each rank learned. Determines rank strength behind all CLAN Hyouton ninjutsu. If this is learned, the user automatically gains the effects of Hyouton Ryuuken (Ice Dominion), and as such does not need to learn it as this can be used as a substitute.
Description: Able to manipulate Ice better than the rest, the Yukina Kekkei Genkai specializes in the accelerated recomposition of Hyouton chakra, able to create surdy, powerful creations within seconds. Serving as the basis to the Yukina's ability, their advanced Ice skills has earned them the nickname 'Gods of Ice'.
Domain: Yukina.

Gentou-Hatsugoori (Bringer of Winter)
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary / Hyouton Kekkei Touta
Range: See special!
Handseals: Yes
Chakra: Mid [Initial + Upkeep]
Special: Range of snowstorm and severity of ice depends on user's highest 'Ice Dominion' rank. Winter lasts for one turn, plus one more each time relearned.
Description: One of the most fundamental Hyouton jutsu, the Bringer of Winter allows the shinobi to summon forth a snowstorm that provides them with enough snow and ice for the rest of the battle. After a set of handseals, the user conjures up a raging snow storm, sending their chakra overhead and forcing driving snow to fall within seconds. Ice and snow fly at rapid levels, and visibility is quickly lowered. The snow, though imbued with chakra, is still snow, meaning it is susceptible to the conditions of the temperature zone.
Domain: Hyouton. Hyouton Ryuuken 'C'.

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[/style][style=color:FFEFD5; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #444444; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -8px; text-transform: lowercase]sebastian clave | ^{the pale sea-dragon}

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[/i]. I'm sure you will prove to be more then useful in Takigakure's future plans..kukuku."[/b][/color]

Nodding once more he'd await for his hand to be shook or rejected. Either way it didn't matter, he saw the man as a now primary asset to the growing Takigakure. "Well I've got to head out, got some business outside of the village, you're welcome to join if you like."[/color] Turning on his heel now he'd lower his hand even if it had been rejected for a shake. Now if the man would follow Clave was up to him, nonetheless he had a mission to finish and would not wait for this Demon.

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Sencha took the hand, but the shake he gave was still anything but respectful. It was bestial, in a sense—the long nails of his hand dug into the skin of Clave’s own. When they parted the shinobi listened to the Brother’s proposal and grunted out an affirmation. A new door had been opened; a door to a future of violence, carnage, bloodshed, and death.

Just as Sebastian did, Sencha turned on his heel, scooped up his equipment, and followed him into the heart of the broken village.

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[~Kohana <3]

Strider- 47

Sharkk- 38