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.
Deacan walked out of the village, waving to the men who were on guard. Thankfully it was the same two men that were there when the Kage had brought him in, so nothing seemed to far out of place. Deacan left the village before breaking off into a sprint.
It was simple to find the village with Kagerou, and Ne Tsuiseki. The black half had made his way to the gates. He did not have his usual look, though. With Henge no Jutsu, he was able to conceal his form, and what was present was how he looked without all of the features he inherited from his clan. Using his Mokuton, forging an I.D. became a meager pastime. He was ready to continue forth with his plan. After infiltrating Konoha, he would begin to gather data. He would start at the gates. Walking up to a guard, Midori would speak.
“I’d like entrance into your village,” he said with a smile, and happy expression. He would outstretch his I.D., and hand it to the man to be examined. All he had to do now is wait to be granted permission.
Kagerou (Mayfly) Rank: C Type: Supplementary / Clan Kekkei Touta / Mokuton Ninjutsu Range: See special! Handseals: Yes Chakra: Mid [initial + upkeep] Special: The range one can travel depends on the user's 'Mokusei Akuryou'. Because Kuro-Shiro are naturally one with Mokuton, they can remain inside a substance indefinitely without needing air, so long as they have the chakra to keep it up. Description: Kagerou allows the user to merge their body with the ground (or sand) and any plant or tree large enough to conceal their size. They have the option to be fully submerged in the substance or only partially submerged. Then, using a network of organic matter they can travel through it at fast speeds. Domain: Kuro-Shiro. Mokusei Akuryou 'C'. Ne Tsuiseki (Root Tracking) Rank: D, C, B,A, S Type: Supplementary / Clan Kekkei Touta / Mokuton Ninjutsu Range: See special! Handseals: No Chakra: D - Low, C - Low x4, B - Low x8, A - Mid, S - Mid x2 Special: Range the roots can spread depends on the rank of the technique. To sense another person, they have to be physically touching the surface above the roots.
Description: After having learned Ne Tsuiseki, when the Kuro-Shiro submerges themself with the use of Kagerou they are given the ability to sense those around them. With a simple thought, their chakra leeches out around them and combines with organic material, which turns into roots. These roots spread out close to the surface of the substance, picking up on physical vibrations that run through. This is especially helpful when underground, as the Kuro-Shiro will be able to pinpoint the location of a living being that walks across the ground in their range. The downside, however, is that they will not be able to tell if that being is a person or animal without help. Domain: Kuro-shiro. Mokusei Akuryou of equal rank. Kagerou. Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique) Rank: E Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu Range: 0 - 5 meters Handseals: Yes Chakra: Very Low Special: Allows the user to transform into any person, object or animal of normal/small/miniature size. Transformation can be held for one turn, plus one more each time retrained. Description: Henge no Jutsu is a very basic ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at their respective village's Shinobi Academy. Henge allows the user to transform themselves into any person or object. This allows the ninja to move with stealth or to trick their opponents. Domain: Academy Ninjutsu.
Slipping out of the village Asami craftily escaped form the peering eyes of her peers and vanished into the thick, greenery of the forest. She only looked forward, ahead at what the future would bring. Some day she may return, but now with her choice made, that wasn't an option she had the luxury to have. "What awaits me out here?" Asami thought whilst she dashed through the canopy above, the light of the sun at her back and the wind at her face. Life was just starting for the young shinobi.
Kansei cautiously approached the gate, hand rested upon the hilt of his blade, but not gripping it to strike. He did not come there to cause any trouble, but you never know when it came to shinobi. They could pretend to be his allies one second, and attempt to kill him the next. Still, they risked the chance of him surviving, and telling the information to his elders. If they went through committing heinous crimes like Iwagakure, then they would be made enemies as well.
“I’d like to speak with your Hokage,” he coolly demanded, not a sign of hostility in his voice, but enough confidence to get the message across. Letting him in would determine not only the fate of their village, but also that of the world. Spreading this message had the utmost importance, and he could not stop until everybody now. He waited for an ANBU to confront him, and grant him the permission to enter like he desired.
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Post by ~Kohana <3 on Sept 28, 2012 13:46:09 GMT -8
The two guard standing at the gates eyed the incoming samurai warily. After all, the samurai kept to themselves. There was always a general agreement that the samurai would leave the shinobi alone as long as the shinobi did the same. To see one here, so far from Tetsu no Kuni was, needless to say, an odd sight. Regardless however they stepped out to 'greet' the man as he stopped his approach.
The man on the right scoffed at the samurai's request, shaking his head. "Wow, this fucker has some big ol' balls if the ass thin--" The other man on the left hurriedly moved to his partner's side and covered his mouth with one of his hands. Before he then spoke. "I am sorry. One moment. Let me send my partner here to get the closest ANBU to assist you."
The polite guard shooed the other away, in which he protested with a grumble, but disappeared into the village. Moments later an ANBU with a bird mask appeared, staring blankly at the samurai. "The Hokage is currently in a meeting, but she welcomes you to Konohagakure no Sato and have been penciled in as her next meet."
As quickly as he came, the ANBU flitted out of sight as the remaining, polite, guard waved the samurai on.
As he expected, one of their shinobi, who had supposedly been a part of the upper echelon, as all ANBU were, he greeted him with taunts, but the samurai did not bate an eye to his belligerent words, instead, shrugging them off as if he did not hear them. Truly, he cared less for the words of somebody who could not even match him in honor. However, the other who quickly came to cover up his mistakes had a little more respect. Something he could work with.
“I understand,” he retorted, nodding his head after being told by a member with a bird mask that their leader had currently been within a meeting, and that he was scheduled next up to meet with her. If that were the case, he would acquaint himself with the people in the village. Konohagakure had been a popular tourist spot anyways for those who traveled around the world, and sought souvenirs. It has been awhile since he came here. He walked forward, onward into the village.
I bounded down the dirt path that lead out of Konohagakure with a wide-mouthed grin, past the guards I'd grown to know over the years, with Rouge in hot pursuit. I could see one of them waving his arms at me, was he trying to get my attention?
I slid to a halt and we met somewhere in the middle. "Yooooo," I jeered, scratching the back of my head.
"G'afternoon, Fawkes. Up to no good as usual I see," he laughed.
"Only because it's so boring here!" I turned my nose up before slinging my index finger toward the direction I was running. "I'm going to be a treasure hunter from here on out!" The guard rolled his eyes, sighing during a modest laugh. He doubted me but I knew for certain I was destined to hit it big.
"You'll hear about me soon enough! Just watch! I'll be the richest man to ever live!" He seemed taken aback by my stance and his ridicule evoked itself through a posture, head in hand with a slack-jawed grin.
"Right, and I'm gonna be the God of Taijutsu. Just be back before sundown if you aren't on official business. Kid's like you shouldn't stay out late anyway."
Rouge growled at my side as I stepped away from him to head back down my original path.
"Asshole," I mused.
"I'll show him and anyone else who doubts me. The world will remember the name Jaune Goupil Fawkes!"
I guess I better not keep him, waiting. He’s always been impatient. Gradually had sandaled feet carried the cloaked frame of the Uchiha closer and closer towards the Gate. Dense foliage and marked forestry resting to both his sides and while normally gauche to the unaware, the man felt right at home.
He didn’t know how long he had been gone and the changes made to the village since his dismissal by the Yonbi were alien to his knowledge. Nonetheless, the location hadn’t changed and his memory was all but damaged. Home, the comfortable sanctuary where he could finally rest and digest everything that had happened to him. The glory that brought both grief and content to his heart, warming his life through memorable event after memorable event. It wasn’t perfect, but it forwarded anything and everything he could ask from it.
And without further ado, His eyes finally settled upon the Hidden Leaf. His face, exposed like a nerve protruded out from his shroud as his hood rested upon his back; there was no need to hide his face. Light golden hues peering towards the grand expanse of wood and metal—the gate itself was a sight to see. Patrol men lined the gates as others were spread randomly along its ceiling and planks; construction and commerce, this landmark had always been a means for industry trafficking.
Having thought long and hard on how to approach this—what would soon become awkward—situation, he did what he best could. He smiled and waved. “I’m back?” Internal failure rushed through his senses as the ego which he built over his life soon raged and spat volatile words to the Uchiha through his consciousness. What a reintroduction for the famed and fabled Hokage.
"Ryuusuke Uchiha is at the front gates," a static voice called over the radio. Ashura was in the middle of training-- mid kick, actually --when he heard it, and immediately halted. His partner, a Chuunin, could only offer a blank expression in response.
In the blink of an eye, Ashura had covered the five meters separating him from the radio, snatching it in his palm and pressing the 'talk' button. "What did you just say?!" he almost barked, not sure whether or not someone had decided to play a cruel joke. It was no secret, their relationship; Ryuusuke was more like the child's father than a mentor, and Ashura had spent nearly every moment of his life at the older Uchiha's side.
"Ryuusuke Uchiha is at the main gates," the voice repeated. "I- I'm not sure how, but it's him. It's definitely him."
"You're sure?" Ashura was already putting on his vest, fastening it as he gripped the radio tightly.
"Hai," the voice confirmed. "I'm positive, Ashura-sama."
Dropping the radio, Ashura dashed to the rooftops and hastily made his way toward the Southern Gate. It can't be, he thought to himself as he raced across the city's skyline as nothing more than a blur, anxiety and a dire need to know the truth propelling his each and every step. It seemed like an entire lifetime had passed since he began running, yet only several seconds had passed; he could see the Gate ahead of him, and with a simple push from both legs, launched himself into the air. Like a meteor, he came crashing down at the center of the opened Gates, crouched at the knees to absorb the shock from his leap.
Looking ahead, he could see him as clear as day. "Ryu-sama?" he asked meekly; it was more a whimper. "R-ryu-sama?!" Again he was running, this time toward the man. The child couldn't hold the tears back - they spilled from his eyes and drown his face like broken dams, and he quite literally threw himself upon Ryuusuke. Wrapping his arms around the man's torso, Ashura buried his face into the folds of his cloak and attire, staining the fabrics with his tears.
"They said you were dead," he cried. "They said you were dead, Ryu-sama! I told them you wouldn't leave me," he continue to wail. "I told them you would come back for me! And you did, just like I knew you would!"
EXP: 1,650 / 2,100 Light: Naga da bae. NAGA: I went through a New Boyz faze in HS tho
From afar, the guardsmen looked on with incredulity—as if a ghost had emerged. It would surprise them as to how true their assumptions spilled into reality. His flesh was warm, and his heart pumped ever so gradually; nonetheless, the man felt empty. His soul was as frozen as ice and as such, he didn’t feel quite the same. Nonetheless, maybe it was some undesirable effect of emerging from death not anew, but a reincarnation of his former self. His body was his, and he knew it; so why did it feel so foreign?
As he approached, the guards retreated. A hand, confused and filled with misdirection extended out from the Uchiha as it begged for illumination. Why couldn’t they accept his existence? Why was it that when he moved closer, they pressed away? How long had it truly been since he was within the walls of Konohagakure no sato?
“H-h..Lord Hokage-sama!?” One guard blurted out, hesitation and fright quite evident in his tone. “S-shouldn’t you be dead!?” Ignoring the sheer rude and cruel message delivered between his words, Ryūsuke pondered to himself. Yeah, I guess I should, empty to the real world, his thoughts went unheard and his awkward smile vanished and transitioned into a more upset, sorrow-filled grimace.
“I—is A—” His words cut thin by the very entity he was going to address, Ryūsuke’s eyes widened, showcasing sun-tinctured gems and a jaw-dropping expression. “Ashura!?” He inquired.
Before he could manage a movement, as if set in place by stone, the Uchiha was restrained, and by none other than the lad he ultimately raised by himself. It was hard at first, to embrace him as his emotions conflicted with his memories, though as the boy squeezed, Ryūsuke eased his arms around the younger Uchiha.
Ashura kept his face buried against Ryuusuke's chest, staining the robes with his tears. "I missed you so much, Ryuusuke-sama!" he all but chanted with his crying, yet his voice sounded light -- cheerful, and relieved. "I just knew you'd come back for me, and not leave me alone." It seemed that's all the boy could repeat in his shocked-like state, trembling against the man's frame. His crying continued for several long moment, until he finally pulled his face away and glanced up at his father.
"Please, don't ever leave me again, Ryuusuke-sama," he pleaded. Even though he was smiling, and the tears streaming down his cheeks had ceased, the pain in his tone was clearer than the sun above. Losing Ryuusuke - it was almost unbearable, and had he not been with Kirino when he received the news, who knows what might have happened to Ashura. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't leave me alone again."
Finally opening his eyes, he gazed into his mentor's -- his father's -- eyes with hope. "You're the only family I have, and I love you."
Their embrace was, in reality, short-lived. Devoid of much time shared while grasped, and only comforted by the gentle zephyr and the lurking eyes from the inspecting Shinobi who looked on in pure disbelief. However, Ryūsuke’s world had stopped in its own revolution—a constant stability of everlasting realism. When he was around this child—a boy not much older than himself when he was forced into the position of Hokage, the Uchiha felt at peace. The wars he took part in, the creatures he combated, and the failures he manifested simply washed away as a new hope, a new start stood before him. So this was the sensations all fathers must’ve felt when looking into the eyes of their children.
As Ashura pulled away, relieving a diffidently dampened kimono to dry in the sun’s presence, Ryūsuke couldn’t help but to smile softly. “ I’m not going anywhere, son.” Oh, how refreshing it was to call something who held such weight in his heart a title with such substance. Strong, though gentle fingers running through the boy’s raven locks as the older complement looked down, his grin intensifying in glee, he’d speak once more.
“As long as you need me, I’ll be there for ya.” While unlikely if Ashura knew of Ryūsuke’s former fate mattered little; in all honesty, he couldn’t recall much of what happened either. Now, all that mattered was returning to Konohagakure and continue what he started; beginning with raising the boy who would one day, hopefully, continue his legacy while forging his own in the process.