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.
Despite the anticipation in each of his steps, the young ninja moved with a lax pace. Dressed in the attire of a typical Jounin, though sporting his usual fur-lined jacket, he was well on his way to finding out the truth behind it all. "I'll be back," he mentioned to the two guards casually sitting by the massive doors. "Ryu-sama knows I'm leaving."
Flashing a paper the Hokage had stamped with his mark of approval, he started down his path.
EXP: 1,650 / 2,100 Light: Naga da bae. NAGA: I went through a New Boyz faze in HS tho
He made sure that his leaf headband was tied in clear view. It was a necessary formality, after all. The niceties had to be observed. With a flash of a smile, he passed out through the gates and out into the Fire Country. Ostensibly, he was going to spend a week in the forests, familiarizing himself with the geography and training himself in camouflage and ambush tactics. He had other plans, though. He brushed past the guards with nary a distracted nod in their direction. He had places to be, after all. A young ninja-in-training had no time to spare. As he passed through the gates, he set his foot to the soft turf and took off into the wilderness.
EXP - 522 |Stamina Pool : Very Low | Chakra Pool : Very Low
Name: You shall not pass! Rank: B Repeatable: Yes Description: Guarding the gate of Konoha is extremely important. A part of keeping the village safe is ensuring that no unwanted forces enter without permission. Objective: Guard the village gate and report and deny any access to the village by persons other than Konoha shinobi. Reward: 100 EXP and 2,500 Ryo
Having left the Hokage's castle, Mana would proceed directly towards the village gates. It was upon arriving that he'd pause momentarily to peer about his surroundings. The feeling was strange to be honest. Many times before had the lad passed through these massive doors but now would be his first time ever guarding it.
An odd sense of satisfaction came from knowing that it was he who protected the gates rather than it that protected him. For far too long had he relied upon the safety of the village's walls. It was time to repay them for their service no?
That said, he'd stroll up to the gate and approach the guard currently on duty.
The man was in the latter half of his mid years to put it politely. Hair slightly graying but still obviously fresh meat as the veterans would put it. Despite this man's age one could tell he hadn't served in any previous wars. His body remained untouched, unstrained and unravaged by conflict. Was he a late joiner?
It was only upon approach the man that Mana would gain his attention. This fact alone digusted the lad. How could someone so unalert of his surroundings be entrusted to such an important duty? The mere though of having to share the next few hours with such a man was sicking enough as is.
Despite all this, he'd still ask the man for his name upon introducing himself. It was only polite right? It wasn't as if the lad had to respect his elder or anything... right?
"Manami Mochizuki reporting for gate duty. Pleasure to work along side the gate."
His words were well chosen and precice. He wasn't misspoken about working along side the gate - it was infact a pleasure. The lad would be incapable of saying otherwise for the man however and decided that it'd be best to simply stay quite.
Looking up rather slowly once more with a dazed look, the elder would nod and wave for the boy to take a seat. Manami would simply refuse however by shaking his head and assumed a position with his back against the gate door's.
"Oh, central told me you'd be coming. Right on time too. Seems like you boys are pretty good at keeping time huh?"
Yet another useless trait from this man. It was obvious enough that the boy was punctual. Did he really have to say it? Eyes rolling blatantly, Mana would sigh and stare directly into the man's eyes. He'd cut to the chase and ask for the important specifics. That seemed to be the least painful way of dealing with this doddering old fool.
"Ok so what's the logistics for this job? How many guards are there? Their placement? What's protocol for an attack? A runner? Anything special I should know?
He wasn't expecting much really. If the man could even answer half his questons he'd be more than pleasantly surprised. Thumbs twiddling about, he'd wait impatiently for the man to respond. It was clear that his words were either misunderstood or the fool's brain simply took that long to process his queries. Either way it was frustrating as hell.
Finally the man would answer, his words slow and empty.
"Oh right... I guess you need to know. I don't know how many guards are on post or where. They just kind of go about their own thing... We don't really have any protocol either - just guard the gate. That's it. Nothing special."
An eye would twitch furiously as he'd stare in disbelief. The lad knew this man was much so an idiot but to what extent was unknown till now. Could someone really be this ignorant at performing their duty and get by in life? The mere though of it was infuriating.
It was simply hard to believe that the village hadn't well informed their guards, hadn't set up a protocol and hadn't prepared their nin in even the slightest. Surely such ignorant was on the individual's behalf right?
There wouldn't be much more Mana could do however since this man, as much as he'd hate to admit it, was his superior for the time being. That said, he'd simply take advantage of the situation and make due with what he was dealt.
It'd be a win win situation right?
Taking the remainder of his patience to speak to the man, he'd ask one final question.
"You don't mind if I train whil'e I'm here right? It beats sitting around and doing nothing... And it seems like you've got it under control yes?"
Weathering Eye [Fuukamanako] Rank: C Type: Doujutsu Range: Eyesight Chakra: Mid Special: Pierces 'C' ranked chakra of Suiton, Fuuton, Raiton and Ranton nature within eyesight. Elements appear in unique colors, usually customizable shades of blue. Description: The Kekkai Genkai manifests itself barely with minor changes to the eyes ; the users pupils turns an ocean blue, swirling like a whirlpool.
It would appear that luck favored the lad. The man's response was quite acceptable.
"Yeah, I suppose you can. ... Its not like I'm doing anything anyway. At least one of us should be productive I suppose...
Victory in hand, the boy would stroll across to the opposite side of the gate to begin his training.
Perhaps the man was considering learning from the lad? It could explain why things had gone so nicely in terms of outcomes. Grin spreading across Mana's lips, he'd chuckle quietly with his back turned from the elder.
If so, things would go much differently than what the man had expected. After all, there just somethings folks were born with yes? Not only was the lad intent on training, he'd be intent on training part of his heritage.
It was said that those of the Sansutsomu were capable of seeing far greater things than the average human. Though not completely sure of what, now was no better a time than any to slowly delve into his lineage's secrets no?
He wasn't quite sure of what he was training honestly. It'd been several years since the lad had run across one of his own and even then their time together was more than fleeting. They exchanged very little in words and had spoken mostly through their eyes. It was a big mistake if anything since the boy had mastered most of their heritage's jutsu but unlocked very little of their blood powers.
The key was in their eyes. Something about their eyes was not only special but blatantly strange. Having seen into the eyes of another member, one could definitely tell the difference. Mana's eyes were somewhat normal. They were simply blue and nothing more. That man's however... that was something else.
His eyes were alive. They moved about with the churning rage of a storm. His pupils had morphed into a shade of dark blue and swirled about as if a whirl pool or the heart of a hurricane. And his iris, it too had morphed as lines of white and blue would crackle across its surface. It was almost as if the man's eyes were charged with the fury and power of lightning itself.
And that man's whites. His eyes puffed about as if made of cloud, their storms swirled about just as the pupils did. Oh it was truly a special sight to see. There was more to be had too however Mana was never shown.
The more he thought about it, the more his thoughts would became engulfed by the mere notion of such power. He craved for it, he yearned oh so greatly, but in the end had no idea of how to obtain such strength.
The only real key Mana had was his own powers. He knew vaguely of their origin. A child of the storm, he'd manipulate chakra natures in some odd mannered fashion to create monstrosities of nature. It was something like a combination of wind, water and lightning he was told. Then again, this was quite some time ago in the academy.
What would an instructor know about his people - right?
Then again... it was the only real lead he had. Perhaps it was worth a try.
Lounging about, he'd stare blankly for quite some time. Was it something he could noticably see? Perhaps the lad needed to channel his efforts more so into his eyes. And by efforts of course, he'd mean chakra.
Energy surging forth, he'd close his eyes and channel power more so towards his head. It was a difficult concept of course, especially when compared to the Uchiha or Hyuuga. Such races were born with natural talent. Those of the Sansusomu however would have to earn their right.
After concentrating for some long period of time, he'd finally open his eyes and peer about at the world around him. Nothing would appear to have changed however, which was rather disappointing of course. A sigh of disappointment would sound as he'd stare off into the distance while deep in thought.
What was he missing.
Surely the concept couldn't be that difficult. It was told that even the babes of new birth could attain the most basic stages of the Sansutsomu yet why couldn't he, a near fully developed man, do so? The thought was aggravating and frustrating to say the least.
He'd try once more however. Mana wasn't one to simply give up. Eyes closing once more, he'd channel his powers to them once more, allowing a build up of chakra within his orbs of sight. Upon seeing the world once more though nothing would appear to have changed.
"... Fuck my life."
Those three words would simply express the extent of his anger. They did it quite decent justice as well despite their conciseness.
He'd stare quiet blankly for some time while lost in thought. Eventually his eyes would roam to the old man across the gate though as his curiousity would finally be caught by something else. It appeared as though the man was playing around. His breath was blowing gently at a butterfly that passed by as a hand would attempt to swat it out of the air.
Was this some cruel child's game?
Either way he couldn't help but continue watching.
It was only after the insect had flown out of the man's reach that something interesting would happen. The man's patience had worn thin and in a fit of childish self desire, several hand seals were formed. At this same time, Mana's eyes would widen all the more with a questioning gaze plastered upon his face.
What exactly was going on?
He could see the man's chakra pathways lighting up with an eerie hue of blue taking over. With each seal being formed, the pathways grew all the more brighter. And then? The man's sealing would stop as he'd blow furiously at the butterfly. A ball of wind would proceed to knock it out of the air.
Had he just "seen through" fuuton jutsu?
The concept was frightening and left the lad awestruck for some period of time. So this was the power of his heritage huh?...
Deacan walked up to the gate, following the man that went before him. He was walking through it and got a sudden chill, looking around to see a few guards staring directly at him. Deacan stopped mid step and pointed to the man that had went infront of him. He looked at one of the men and realized that some people were immune to this plague, or at least had a certain level of resistance. Others, however, were not so lucky. Deacan saw the man and then kept walking. The guards didn't move past their post once they saw the man, and Deacan kept close. This was a new place that he would have to observe to understand.