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.
Post by •Wohbroham• on May 9, 2011 18:39:38 GMT -8
The nearby training field was utterly serene and unmoving. Even the wind around was moving ever so slightly. In the midst of this would normally be Oiroh, going through his daily meditation routine, but today was a special day; a day where he got up early to complete his meditation ahead of schedule.
Not so far away from the field, Oiroh was jumping from tree to tree gracefully but swiftly towards the gates of the village. Occasionally he would do a flip or land on his hands while jumping... this wasn't to show off, of course, he just sometimes would lose track of where he was going and start having fun jumping around. But other than that, he was as focused as focused could be. "Hm... I know nothing of my newly chosen team-mates. I'll have to make an effort to evaluate their strengths and weaknesses once I meet them. Of course, I already know a portion of their skills, I simply mean... oh, listen to me, feuding with myself. All this suspense must be distracting me." He said to himself with a grin as he trekked.
All at once Oiroh jumped through his last tree and landed feet first behind his new sensei, recognizing her from the description he was given. He was way ahead of schedule, and arrived earlier than his time expected. "Reporting, sensei. My name is Yoshiharu Oiroh. You must've been expecting me." He said quite formally, ending with a bow.
Post by The Bear of Caring on May 10, 2011 14:48:20 GMT -8
Village gates... Meet me at the village gates...
Bukase was staring blankly at a slip of paper left for him earlier. People had called him a "late bloomer" for being a genin at his age, but quite frankly he couldn't remember much of his blooming at all. His past had left but mere pieces of memory, as if he had to look through a kaleidoscope to see so much as a second. Whatever it was he went through, it must have been rough, for his body was a little worse for wear, and he swore there was something missing inside his chest. But then a butterfly fluttered across his vision, reminding him that he indeed had a place to be.
Two hours after leaving his doorstep, Bukase finally found the gate, and with it a couple of his new squad members. He didn't say a word, but the leaves and dirt covering his outfit said enough. His sense of time was a bit off, but he was sure that he had arrived at sometime a little past "late."
Post by PinkHore<3 on May 10, 2011 18:44:32 GMT -8
Aquaria wasn't one to be late. For anything.
She whizzed past trees and the like, making her way through the forests of the village and speeding towards the gates. She loved meeting new people, especially when life promised them to her as brand new teammates. She smiled to herself, a gentle, carefree smile. I hope they like me... oh, I truly hope they do! Her arms trailing behind her, she sprinted forward to her destination, a daydream of her first impression on her mind.
"So your name's Aquaria, huh?"
"Yup! Aquaria, lover of peace and the beauty of the earth!" She would grin delicately afterwards.
There! She saw a trio, standing impatiently by the gates. This immediately caught her off gaurd. She wasn't used to upsetting people, especially when she had yet to even meet them. Oh, no... She was a blur for a moment, and then she appeared at the ready before all three of them.
"Aquaria's here!" she said with enthusiasm, although she was very much out of breath.
This was Kyuu’s mantra for the two-hour trek back to the village. While normally not a problem, simple functions such as walking were incredibly bothersome when nursing a horrific hangover. The young man had found himself naked, strewn about the cold and filthy floor of a brothel. In the eyes of many, the scene would be a far cry from what is expected of a respectable shinobi. However, both thankfully and unfortunately, Kyuu did not have many friends to judge him.
Up ahead, the forest of trees began to thin and shorten as he approached the Village Gates of Konohagakure. Following the tan colored dirt road, Kyuu sluggishly dragged himself forward, determined to reach the comfort of his plush bedding as soon as possible. The sounds of people in the village markets and children playing could now be faintly heard in the distance. Frankly, the chatter disgusted Kyuu.
Guess I need to hit the back roads again. I’ll take a dump on the Hokage’s face if some old woman asks me to help her with her dumb crap again! Ask your stupid little child standing their playing with his dilly wacker to go climb up in that tree next time, you hag.
The young man’s brain immediately flashed to a few weeks prior, when a local mother flagged him down for help getting a rambunctious cat down from a tree. It was not a friendly feline to the say the least, and Kyuu was always more of a dog person. The combination could not have been worse. The young man’s duty to help villagers in need commanded his movements and obligation to the woman, but inside, he really wanted to be a shinobi from Oto instead. Those guys would never have to do anything like that.
Back in reality, the guards at the gate perked their heads up, now aware of the daydreaming incomers’ presence. Feeling their eyes upon him, Kyuu began begrudgingly tightening the lapels on his shinobi jacket, knowing that he needed to look at least semi-presentable. There was nothing he could do about the smell of vomit, his stank breath, the random colored stains on his clothing, or the raging girth in his drawers still present after an overdose of “enhancement pills.” But Kyuu was nonetheless a shinobi of the Leaf, and that title came with some sense of standards that even his apathetic persona would acknowledge.
”Yo…” the Genin mumbled in a monotone manner as he approached the entrance, saluting the guards while doing his best to maintain composure and remain inconspicuous.
A short man slowly walked down, a gennin not too far behind him pointed the direction towards the gate before walking away, visibly frustrated. The middle aged man walked with a limp, a large beard hugged his face while a shiny bald scalp blinded those starring at it as it reflected the light from the sunny sky. Eventually, he'd reached his destination. He'd stop and stare at the three genins and the jounin. He frowned, obviously not pleased with his surroundings before speaking up in a grumpy tone.
"Waiiiiiit a minute! You three kids are barely past your teens and you don't look much old either. Do you people not realize the importance of my safety! Pathetic."
He analyzed all of his 'allies' one by one before speaking up once more.
"I suppose I'm supposed to tell you what's this all about eh? Lemme make it quick, your job is to protect me... with your life if it gets to that. All the way to the capital. And remember, I'm the important one in this situation, your lives are all meaningless, understand? My life equals first priority! Well, let's not waste our time anymore, I've got business to attend to, it's time to go!"
He didn't bother waiting for the others to follow along, he simply went ahead, if they had any protection formations, they'd have to think quick.
Thankfully, Akira's mission was quite simple. He wasn't a fan of excessive work, or anything that really made he do-- well, anything. Despite his indisputable results and capabilities, he was probably one of the laziest ninjas in the entire village. Funny how that works, isn't it?
"Catch ya'll later." He pointed to the handful of guards watching the gate, steadily bumpin' to the large headphones present upon his crown. The bass could be heard clearly - some kind of instrumental.
Hebi, his faithful sword, was fastened tightly to his back. The scroll he'd been given by the Hokage was, like his weapon, held tightly to his person; it rested at his waist, locked in place by one of the several straps on his thigh.
[ Exit ]
Last Edit: May 11, 2011 22:56:56 GMT -8 by Nujabes
Post by ~Kohana <3 on May 13, 2011 13:45:28 GMT -8
[[OOC: Sorry for the slight bit of inactivity guys. Finals are next week and of course, my classes had piled on last minute crap. Anyways...]]
So this was her team, eh? They had all come pretty much one after another, or at least that's what she had wished to happen. Instead, the first, Oiroh, had jumped down behind her and introduced himself. Kohana shrugged a little, smirk set in place. "Kohana, glad to be working with you."
She didn't say much after that, which was probably quite awkward for Oiroh. The other two were late. Go figure she would get the deliquents. However, another male came jumping down all dirty and covered in leaves. He didn't say anything, so she didn't either but Kohana knew that this boy was most likely Bukase. Next up, was a cutesy little girl who had to be Aquaria, piping up and announcing herself.
"Hm." Kohana turned to more appropriately face her team of Genin now and broke the silence. "Considering the circumstances, I dislike the fact I'm going on this mission with the three of you. I know nothing of your strengths, your weaknesses, or your personalities. Once this mission is successful--which is will be, I don't tolerate failure, then I will test you to see your skills further than what's needed here."
It sounds harsh, but they aren't in the Academy anywhere. This is the real world.
"Understood?" Then he showed up. Their charge. Needless to say, if she knew she wouldn't get in trouble for it, Kohana would have clocked him.
That old bastard! Who the hell does he think he's talking to?! His life is in OUR hands after all!
Grumbling under her breath, she merely nodded her head and started walking, glancing back to the three Genin in order for them to follow. This was going to be a loooong mission.
Though the road traveled was long and hard, the search had proved fruitful. Satisfied with our discovery, the shadow clone of myself, at least 100 meters from the gate, would mark the gate's location well before suddenly disappearing in a cloud of smoke, a devilish smirk the last expression emoted on the clone's behalf.
Akio came to the edge of the gates, the inside half. Behind him was the large culture of Hidden Leaf, and before him was the wandering life that he was accustomed to. He looked to the closest guard he could then said "The Hokage was meant to leave a letter for me to deliver here. Might it have arrived?"
Kaorin was already a bit ahead of me, and I assumed the rest of our team was following behind. Despite the mission being one of unfortunate circumstance, I couldn't help but be excited to accomplish it! So, with a sort of eagerness, I made my way out into Hi no Kuni.
Post by The Bear of Caring on May 16, 2011 8:02:46 GMT -8
Bukase just shrugged, glancing around at the scenery of the gate, staring briefly at his new team members. He made no real expression on his face, except a brief nod when the leader said "Understood." His eyes followed the charge of his mission as he walked up, spat off some words, and went along as if he himself didn't hear what he just said. "Well this is going to be a great pile of bricks..." Bukase thought after he spoke that he might have mixed a couple words up...
Either way, he shrugged ever so slightly and took up after the Jounin. A brief thought went through his mind that maybe a lesson in humility would be appropriate down the road, but it was quickly taken away by a single dead leaf and a mild wind.
The chunnin moved over towards Samurai, bent forward, giving the sealed letter before walking away.
This is Kaname Yagari, current Hokage of Konohagakure no Sato. The world is rebuilding but any time now, war could be re-ignitied. I feel that we should prepare for the dark days ahead and unite ourselves in a peaceful alliance or at the very least, a non-aggression pact. I am willing to meet with you personally if need be.
The Chuunin bent forward, the bow of respect becoming something Akio was expecting in the Leaf Village. He was not used to the gesture however, the movement still warranted a slight twitch in his fingers to move to his sword, but he did appreciate it. The letter that was handed over, none too discretely, was in an elegant handwriting expected of a Kage. Akio took it, folded it neatly, and slipped it into his robes. The Chuunin walked off offering no post conversation, but he didn't truly want any anyway. With gusto, he began to journey to Earth Country.