The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
The Konohagakure Village Gates stand tall at 20 meters, plus wide with 20 more meters encompassing its side. It opens with a set of double doors that turn in. Comprised of the hardest wood and rock resilient to all form of elemental abuse, these gigantic fortifications requires a complex lever system to operate. At the end of each door lies a guard tower, with two more guards watching out front. Finally, one remains atop the gates, where the the two meet when perfectly closed. He has an item in his hand, is cloaked, and is observant.
The road to the gates was endless, 30 meters wide of bare dirt with dense, thick forest on either side. The village itself was hidden in the forest, with but a few paths such as these paved specifically for entry. Be assured several countermeasures exist to detect who is approaching before they can even see the village itself. After the war, though wary, it is said Lead still welcomes visitors... Rules
Currently the only entry into the Village.
All Leaf-affiliated Shinobi are allowed free passage.
Respecting the directive implicated by the previous Hokage, the Village gates are currently closed until further notice. All personal (Village native or otherwise) are required to cooperate with a mandatory scanning process. Identification will be asked upon entering or leaving the village and foreign populace will be expected to surrender over their weaponry until their leave.
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Sept 18, 2011 18:18:53 GMT -8
Coming here did make me a little nervous, no doubt about that. Yes, Soratsu reported back that Konohagakure had not been the cause of my brother's death, but I still felt the pang of loss and fear of death deep in my chest.
That was why, against my better judgement, I paused in front of the gates of the leaf village and stared. I could not imagine how I could be perceived as a threat—oh, well. Perhaps the cloak? My fingers tightened around the world map that had helped lead me here, rolling it up and sticking it up my sleeve. That done, I simply lifted my arms and tossed back the hood concealing my face, slightly glad for the fresh air. It was much less humid this close to Konoha in comparison to where I was camping with Asato, I was thankful for that much, at the very least.
From within my other sleeve I produced a shinobi ID card, which named me the Shodaime Kazekage quite plainly upon its laminated surface. With the picture as verification, I doubted very much I would be turned away immediately ... they would hear me out, at the very least. I approached, holding the rectangle up so that it caught the sunlight, smiling confidently at the guards that assessed me.
"Etsuko Youka, Shodaime Kazekage. Is the Hokage around, perchance?"
What an honor it was; a true delight to have his hands dancing across the surface of her attractive frame. The impressions of his coarse, mature fingers gliding across the nonconforming garments she produced while concomitantly seeking the identity of any concealed weaponry. The Shodaime Kazekage’s reputation underestimated her beauty. The Sand’s crown jewel resting directly in front of the Aburame who currently safeguarding the fine obstruction as he looked on, orbs of amber masked behind the dark tint of his opaque glasses. As he finished canvassing her structure, taking a little more time then he should have to ensure a scrupulous scanning, he smiled upon her request.
“Sure. I’ll send word for our Hokage. Please wait a moment.” The bug manipulator gestured her to wait with a single hand, and soon emerging from his left sleeve, a series of bugs channeled down his frame, and marched onward into the village between the very infinitesimal crevasses of the Village gate. Though such a request was quite anomalous, and would normally be rejected upon admission into the air, she was after all a fellow Kage, and a strong political head within the Shinobi World. Denying something as crucial as a Kage’s demand would warrant punishments that made death resemble paradise.
After several moment passed, the a strong obstruction against the gravel in front of the gates emerged, and as the reinforced fortress divided, and opened only faintly, a shadow crept elegantly from the confines. Garbed in his normal apparel which consisted of a dull navy kosode, and white hakuma, the Hokage surfaced. Hair lit a vivacious scarlet, while his almond orbs pierced the Kazekage’s soul with an passionate, though equally gorgeous hue of violet as he stood in the entry. The Aburame bowing with nothing more than respect for his Leader as Ryūsuke revealed himself. A scarf wrapped loosely around his neck, while the insignia of his respective village glimmered in the afternoon sun from his forehead protector, the Uchiha gave a deferential bow himself.
Waking up from his stint of unsconcious, Kayori was quite amused to find himself a few feet away from the walls of Konohagakure. He had it that far without even knowing it. Grinning tiredly, the Jounin made his way to the gates and presented his ID before being allowed into the village.
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Sept 19, 2011 10:09:32 GMT -8
Oh, how I hated being touched.
The shinobi guard had taken it upon himself to check my person for weapons, a situation already quite dishonorable for a Kage to be taking part in. That said, it made it no better that he was taking his time with it; I felt distinctly that he enjoyed these caresses far more than his job should have allowed him. Under normal circumstances I would have at least slapped him, but instead, I locked my jaw and focused my glare on a point in the distance, waiting for the procedure to finally be at an end. If anything, I now did not regret leaving my Kyodai Sensu ... I certainly didn't trust this heathen with my most prized possession.
I took note that—when at last he had finished—he used insects of some sort to summon forth the Hokage. I had never personally met an Aburame before, but it wasn't as if they were unheard of outside of the fire country; it was for this reason that a flicked a more interested glance at the guard. I could not lie to myself, I was jealous of anyone who had such specialized talents when I, myself, had not been blessed with the same fortune at birth.
My attention immediately turned back to the gates of Konohagakure, which were parting slightly, as if to spit forth just a singular entity. Indeed, this was the case. I watched as a man hardly older than myself emerged, graceful in his gait, and although it was a stereotype, I knew immediately what his personality would be: rational, honorable, kind. It was a simple thing to tailor my actions from here on out with this assumption; thankfully, I would not need to act tough or crude to garner his respect. I could be, well ... myself.
My suspicions that this was the Hokage were confirmed when the Aburame bowed to him. I was surprised, then, when I received a bow in turn from this leader. Sometimes I forgot that my station demanded an amount of automatic respect, and especially that these people did not yet know I had gone missing from my beloved village. I quirked my lips into a friendly smile and swept into a bow, graceful somehow despite it being my first attempt. Never before had I done more than nod my head at others, much less equals or superiors.
"Hokage-sama," I greeted in turn, straightening up and striding slowly toward him. My weapons had been taken and my jutsu were all long-range, he had little to worry about from me. It would have been counter-productive to harm him, anyway. "It is an honor to finally make your acquaintance ..." Here I trailed off, tipping my head slightly to the side, allowing those pink bangs to obscure my eyes somewhat. My smile widened, a touch of humor visible there. "I realize our villages are not on particularly friendly terms of late, but I hope that won't color your judgment of me. May I accompany you inside to chat?"
I wasn't sure quite yet what I needed to say to him. Rather, what I should say. Without Asato by my side, I felt somehow weak and unprepared for this ordeal.
Belonging which posed more perilous intent then others were lawfully confiscated, and to the Hokage’s surprise, the fellow leader didn’t object. That in itself was a sign of something more than opulence, but rather humility. Traveling such distances, enduring ambiance conditional changes, and eventually being charged with the compulsory duty of relinquishing one’s protection weren’t simple tasks to hurdle. Nonetheless, this woman, who looked no older then himself showed such refinement and poise. There wasn’t a doubt in the Shinobi’s mind as to why she was elected Kazekage.
The Aburame dismissed himself without a physical gesture from his superior. Knowing full well the delicacies of whatever the two would in time speak of regarded him none, his swift retreat was complimented by a smile from his Leader. Though only accepting the title just recently, the sheer volume of respect and approbation he gained from his fellow villagers was staggering; overwhelming in a sense. An edifying change it was, attempting to master being in the public eye when once hidden in the shadows. An assumed failure from the Clan Uchiha, the Scarlet-haired had ascended greatly from what others had previously ordained his life to appear as.
She bowed in return, displaying a similar level of respect for her equal and Ryūsuke could only hold the same buoyant expression he attained prior to his entrance. Her words were flooded with effort; trying to bridge some form of civil unity to compensate for the bad blood their respective villages held. While the Uchiha was most likely not even thought of during the vastness of their crimson showers, fabled stories and heeding didn’t go disregarded and as such, Sunagakure was never an extraneous topic in the Hidden Leaf. Regardless, to move towards the future, one shouldn’t live in the past. As intelligent as he was magnanimous, the Konohagakure guardian wouldn’t spoil this moment to possibly seek higher learning from the woman who stood in front of him.
“Differences of the past are irrelvant now, you’re a guest.” And with that, that Uchiha stepped to the side, allowing the pink-haired goddess the opportunity to peer directly into the heart of the village through the partially severed gates. “Ladies first.” And with that, humbleness blossomed as Ryūsuke permitted entrance into his home for the guest of honor. She used the conception of conversation to platform interest in the scarlet-haired. And while she was powerful, her might would prove wasted within the Hidden Leaf. If she was here for what she spoke to anyways, violence wouldn’t be required. Upon her admission, he’s follow suit, and as such, the gates would close behind the two; sealing the security of Konoha once more.
Post by Katsumaru on Sept 22, 2011 18:54:25 GMT -8
Through the gates the Airontoku stepped, fully armed and prepared to face the oncoming dangers. Mayhap his burning desire for action, some sort of verification would be fed on this day, but trulythe man was uncertain. An answer only time could tell, yet it was a question that burned strongly, yet it hid deeply in the back of the mind.
Since his time back from traveling and discovering the world and all the possible knowledge that it entailed, Genryu realized he had more time on his hands than anything, already being a seasoned shinobi, the cream of the crop. With more than enough time on his hands, Genryu had been taking quick excursions out to Konohagakure's country side for simple outings of peace and quiet. It was during one of these excursions of laziness that he came to met the another uchiha, one that held a healthy desire to speak with the hokage. He had a good enough reason, well enough so that he was successful in persuading Genryu.
Emerging from the columns of trees, Genryu came to a opening of land that he was all to familiar with as he stood before the gates of his home, happy to look upon its glory. A quick glance peered over his shoulder, checking to see if Bit had not fallen behind, it would have been a shame if he did.
My Day was finally on the right track as me and Generyu made our way through to reach the Hidden leaf. It didn't take us very long to reach our destination because Generyu knew the direct route to the place. As we approached the gates I had feelings of excitement building up on the inside of me. It felt like I was arriving home after a extended absents from the village. The Joy made me wanna just run around in circles repeatedly but I didn't want to make my self look like a fool in front of Generyu.
When we finally got to the gates Generyu gave me a slight look over his shoulder to check if I was there. I responded with a simple head nod to show him that I could keep up with him. Now was the next step I guess I had to get checked by the guards since I was not a Leaf Shinobi and nothing to hide from anyone so I was not worried about it at all.
What a flourishing day it was for the young Aburame. His morning starting with the thorough investigation of the Kazekage’s frame which concluded with meeting the new Hokage. Now a legend among many of the Hidden Leaf stood before him; the eminent, accredited and equally swagged to the maximum Uchiha Genryū. Though his rank was postponed due to an unexpected leave of action his talents were both venerated and feared within the gates of Konohagakure. Hell, even the next generation of Shinobi like the dark-haired patrolman new of someone as famed as him. However, he approached with an individual and one who didn’t bear any perceptive semblance with any one of the current Hidden Leaf populace.
“Genryū-senpai. You can pass. Though your friend upon order of the Hokage is expected to hand over all weaponry and state his business.” While not attempting to come off as boastful or egotistical, the Aburame was only following protocol. Having just obtained this job a week prior to current events, the extra ryo really helped support his family and the Gate supervisors were known to be stringent given the nature of the village’s condition itself. There was no time to be slipshod and missing regulations. As such, with a turn and grappling of a reasonably sized box, the Aburame held it out in front of the opposing individual.
“You’ll be given your possession upon your leave. And you’re expected to allow myself to search your person for any concealed items.”
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2011 12:21:30 GMT -8 by Trigga
So just like I expected they wanted to do a routine search on me because I was not a member of the village. But it seemed that Generyu was one of the most renowned ninja's of this village. Good thing I ran into him I thought to my self as I removed my all of my gear. The thought of me not having my weapons with did not worry me a bit. As I removed the last of my weapons I looked to the guard and handed everything over to him. "By the way my name Is Bit Uchiha." I said in a friendly tone "Anything else before I pass sir.
PRIMARY WEAPON(S): Katana Rank: C Type: Primary / Melee Description: Commonly refereed to as a 'Samurai sword', the katana is characterized by its distinctive appearance: a curved, slender, single edged blade up to three feet in length, circular or squared guard, and long grip to accommodate two hands. As such, it has become renowned for its sharpness and cutting ability. Cost: 1,000 Ryo
Kunai (Throwing Knife) Rank: D Type: Secondary / Melee + Ranged Special: 2 per Pack. Description: This throwing knife is one of the common weapons of a ninja. It is often kept in a holster on the leg in a pouch attached to the belt. What makes it so versatile and universal is the fact the Kunai can be used in conjunction with explosive tags and other weapons to form deadly combos out of simple, easily accessible items. Cost: 100 Ryo per Pack
Smoke Grenade x1 Rank: C Type: Tool / Area of Effect Range: 0 - 10 meters Special: 3 per pack Description: This explodable comes in the form of a long, skinny cylinder, no more than a few inches long. At the top lies a pin which, when pulled, activates the grenade's internal components. Within seconds, thick, dark smoke begins to spew from the cylinder, covering a wide area and leaving all those nearby blinded and gagging. Cost: 600 per Pack
Shuriken (Ninja Star) x2 Rank: D Type: Secondary / Ranged Special: 5 per Pack. Description: A shuriken, like kunai, is one of the more basic weapons employed by ninja of all classes. They are sharpened, four-pronged metal stars, no more than a few inches long, and are extremely useful for throwing. Although small, they can be used to distract, or, if accurate enough, to kill. They have an open circle in the center, used for grabbing with a finger, to avoid cutting oneself, or to put thread through. The circle is also a benefit in aerodynamics, as it ensures more accurate trajectories. Cost: 100 Ryo per Pack
Giant Shuriken Rank: C Type: Secondary / Ranged Special: 1 per Pack. Description: Although there is nothing special about these enlarged creation, they are nonetheless deadly. These large shuriken are hurled by the user at an opponent, as their large size increases the damage they inflict on the target as they fly through the air and gain momentum. Cost: 500 Ryo per Pack
Genryū’s words did more than enough to reassure the Chūnin that this Uchiha was more then worthy enough for entry. Taking his tools and weaponry, followed by a quick, though thorough scan of his frame he was clear and as such the gates opened. “Enjoy your staff in Konohagakure.” And with that he stepped aside, allowing the two entry.
The gate appeared before him like an idle behemoth.
His eyes the epitome of merriment, the Raikage would approach the portal at a leisurely pace, stopping fifteen meters away from the actual entrance. The soles of his black boots skid to a stop on the dirt path, kicking up small clouds of milky dust. He didn't know what would happen next. He hadn't been this close to a foreign gate since the war. But he trusted the ninja of Konohagakure to have some civility with the matter. He could feel the eyes locked onto him, the stereotypical ominous guardians he had come across many times before. When he spotted the sentinels standing watch in the shadows, he beamed. His gloved right hand rose up into the sky gently, requesting an audience.
“My name is Atlas, the Niidaime Raikage. I'm here to speak to your top-dog.”