A Night Of Woe

[afroninja]

Atop the edge of a destroyed yet opulent edifice sat a lone shinobi as a silhouette figure, one leg handing off with the other curled inward resting his arm upon its tip. The boys chakra poured forth without restraint and repression, as if to purposely present himself as a beacon of light under the beautiful night sky that presented itself. The chakra that laid within him was bright, brimming with good intent unlike a great many of others whose chakra swam in the cesspools of darkness and hate in these troubled times. His presence and location would surely be known to those who are of the sensory caste, however, at this moment the boy cared none.

A burnished moon had shone down upon the ever expanding landscape that was once a well organized Oto Shinobi hideout, elucidating all within its unending ambit. As the moon cast its silver hues over all that was of Fire country, flashes of identity came to bear in the seconds to pass, the small gray, skin-tight, sleeveless shihakusho hung aimlessly over his torso. His loose black Hakama flushed mindlessly with the passing winds, only to be sported by his shinobi sandals that were a grayish black. His dark brown skin glistened with the moonlight, giving it the appearance of a smooth brown marble fabric. With a curled afro his hair swayed softly with the mindless pull of passing night winds, a few stray strands whipped about above his face as a gaze of calm peered off into the surrounding atmosphere as if to observe the very gods that administer this dismal world. His dark piercing eyes removed their sights upon the gods to briefly observe the Sound wave amplifier that laid upon his right arm. "You left me with this gift father, I swear I'll use this very weapon to crush all forms of evil, but even so I...."

Once more had he Observed the black star filled void of nothingness that surrounded him as he silently brooded, brooding upon finding potential powers within this expansive country that was the Fire Country. Afro's father imparted much knowledge about the certain nations, their purposes, and the capabilities in which they held ever so dearly. He then thought of the Coup Detat he would soon lead against corrupted villages and nations and possibly all those who stand in Afro's way if need be, yet, only if they wish not to seek peace just as he.

"I feel so alone father, if only you would have opened your eyes and mind and stayed from the war, you'd be here.......things would definitely be different for us sound ninja." A smooth tone of velvet seeped from his being as the air around him screamed with passivity and gentility. His body fell back against the roofs tiles as if the weight of his burdens transcended into reality. A stressful suspiration escaped from his lungs as his eyes hid behind closed lids, mind effortlessly faded to into the world of dreams. His hands placed themselves behind his head leisurely, acting to be some form of a pillow, giving his hand much comfort. The winds pulled harmlessly once more, flushing the loose edges of his clothing and hair as he laid there in a temporary cocoon of tranquility.

The passing moments soon turned into minutes as the flickering images of a dream came to mental view, His home encircled in a blazing flame, crackling and roaring into the atmosphere. Unpalatable screams of pain and agony brimmed the surrounding area, and atop the Afro's own home stood his father, towering over Afro in what seemed to be his last moments. Blood spewed from his mouth as he began to speak, "H-how could you kill me Son, you're a Skybourne, you're my flesh, my blood....HOW!" As time pressed on in the material world, Afro's face contorted in pain and fear as his nightmare seemed to flow without end.

[Ian Yamanaka]

The night sky had never looked more clear as the young shinobi known as Yamanaka Ian gazed upon the stars. His eyes had just opened as his dreams drifted away. Though they were dreams, one could compare them to nightmares but with the sights his eyes had seen the images that ravaged him during sleep were nothing. It wasn’t long ago that he and the people he loved were plunged into war. It now appeared as nothing had survived the great war with the exception of himself of course.

The young man sat up feeling, the stiffness in his body from sleeping on the hard ground. It seemed funny to him now as he found his forehead protector lying in the grass that he was still a genin. The war had brought him to his current state but he had never progressed in rank even though his power had grown. Being from a specialized clan, the shinobi was taught techniques at a very young age. When the war started he was converted into a sensor for the war but he never finished training when his unit was wiped out.

Now he sat motionless in the night as a great wind swept across the small plain where he had decided to rest. He had yet to find any of his fellow sound nin since the wars end but he felt he was closing in on one. The trail had gone cold so he had stopped to rest. Now that he had awoken he felt it necessary to continue his search. After forming a string of hand seals he activated a jutsu that he had learned as a sensor, Kagura Shingan. Closing his eyes he focused on locating the trail. Within seconds he found what he was looking for so he moved with haste to catch what he believed was a comrade.

Luckily for him the boy he was searching for never moved from the location he had sensed him at. The dark skinned boy stood there seeming to not notice the Oto nins presence. Ian emerged from the shadows finally to weather his doubts of the boy. “ Excuse me, but do you happen to be an Oto nin?” Ian said while keeping him guard up. While he didn’t consider the boy a threat just yet, he wanted to be safer than sorry.

[afroninja]

His mind had not fully immersed itself in the world of dreams, treading only lightly throughout the recesses of his own mind. His mind drifted ever so softly, now with visions of his future rule and power flitted about his dozing brain like a vast and never ending ocean of thoughts. His past battles with both comrade and eney, the power swelling within, and the covet to restore honor among his Otogakure people roamed about his mind. Slowly his chakra trickled out, flickering briefly with a faint dark twinge before the naked eye, a warning of chaos that dwelt within the calm soul. As quickly as those memories came to view, they faded at the brief sense of a new approach, the silent landing and the dissevered chakra that encircled him, heard and felt by careful sense. Closed lids slowly drew themselves upward, half closed and lazy gaze catching sight of the dark skies above before shifting his gaze to me with Ian's own.

"Who could this be?" His mental thoughts and question seemed senseless as they would not meet the light of a conversation, his chakra returned to a less vengeful state that it had come to aspire to in his sleep, the result of selfish dreams and a desire for something beyond common logic. Despite only being a genin level shinobi his sense were keen to say the least, something that is not to be tampered with if left underestimated. Quickly Afro rose, sitting up bringing his hands from behind his head with an alarmed pace. He pushed off the tiles with his hands flipping hurriedly to his feet as a face and eyes of impassivity met with Ian's own once more. As his body momentarily came to a halt his allegiance grew clear as the Otogakure ninja forehead protector that laid around his neck like a collar shimmered lightly under the influence of the bland moon. "Yes I am an Oto Ninja, but just exactly who are you" With haste the boy took a stance, readying his Sound gauntlet to defend himself against any threat should the man who stood before him try anything.

"This guy, He's no ordinary ninja thats for sure, I couldn't even sense him up until just now." This mans identity continued to plague Afro's mind as he waited for some form of response.

[Ian Yamanaka]

The chocolate skinned child arose from the ground to face Ian and gave his reply. He was in fact a shinobi from Otogakure. He had finally located one after a long search to reconnect with someone from his village. Sure Oto was never considered a true village but none the less they considered themselves a strong village even though other didn’t even recognize them at all. Now the one who stood before him readied himself for a battle but of course that is not why Ian had searched him out.

“My apologize, I did not mean to draw offense. I am also a sound nin. I have been searching for comrades but have yet to find any others. I am Ian Yamanaka, rank Genin. Of course, my skills out rank a normal genin’s but that is a story for a later day. I see you sport a sound gauntlet, very impressive. May I ask who are you?”

He knew that if the boy used a sound gauntlet then he had some skill and wasn’t to be underestimated if he attacked. In Oto a shinobi granted with the gauntlet had to be skilled enough to wield it and were usually higher ranked. But this boy was to young to be ranked much higher then genin so must have great skills. Ian found himself waiting for a reply as his thoughts raced in anticipation.

[afroninja]

“My apologize, I did not mean to draw offense. I am also a sound nin. I have been searching for comrades but have yet to find any others. I am Ian Yamanaka, rank Genin. Of course, my skills out rank a normal genin’s but that is a story for a later day. I see you sport a sound gauntlet, very impressive. May I ask who are you?”

A quick glance flashed, casting its sights upon the man before him with light speeds, looking over his form. The boy showed no sense of surprise or urgency, at least not physically as the man laid claim to have been contentedly searching for Sound Comrades. It as obvious that Afro couldn't trust this man, no, not without knowing him further, however, his words placed him at ease. To find an ally let alone a fellow Oto ninja in these dark war prone times, was like an old man stumbling upon a flawless diamond with ease. His muscles relaxed, his arms becoming limp as they fell aimlessly to his side, showing what could only be described as primordial trust.

A burst of strong night winds erupted, pulling away at his small curled afro and his shihakusho and Hakama. It was pleasant to say the least as if he could feel the very spirits of the wind itself passing through the clefts of his fingers and toes. Momentarily had he looked up the the dark sky before meeting gaze with Ian once more as still no reply came to bear. He knew it would be rude of him if he were to wait any longer before answering; the last thing he'd want is to come of as arrogantly ignoring him.

"My name is Afro Skybourne...I too am a genin rank Oto shinobi..."[/color] A quick glance casted itself to his right arm, the very arm in which he wore his fathers Sound amplifier, "...And this thing, It was passed down from my father, a proud sound ninja who died in the war. It surprises me how powerful this thing is..." It was only for a brief second that his face finally showed some form of emotion, sadness. It was nature, how mental images of his father would flicker into his mind with each look or thought about his sound amplifier. He looked back at Ian once more, ""We are both natural allies, so my trust in Otogakure is also within you. That said what do you suggest we do...our numbers are significantly low." His tongue ended its course alone with his smooth tone of velvet. He spoke with nobility, a tone that is un-befitting of a 13 year old shinobi.[/size]

[Ian Yamanaka]

Ian was impressed with the young shinobi known as Afro so far. His intellect surpassed his years and the Yamanaka clansmen could tell he would be a good future ally. It was a matter of time before they found others but it would be good to already have a good trusting relationship before things get messy. Then there was a question of what could the two of them do together as a team. Right now they were both Oto nin which meant they really had no country or even a home. Everything had been destroyed in the war. The two of them would need to locate other nin from Otogakure and help rebuild or create a village. Perhaps build back up the army of shinobi and stage a small village takeover. That was a high possibility.

The sensor nin turned his attention back to his new found comrade. “ For now, we wait and see if we can find others. We can build back our numbers and then create a village, or simply take one over. Tell me do you by chance use the element of Ototon?”

This was a purposeful question coming from the Oto genin. He himself was a multi-elemental user. He originally only wielded the affinity of sound but through special training after getting the Twin Zaku installed he learned to control his second affinity of fuuton or air. If the young shinobi did in fact control the affinity of Ototon they could be a very dangerous team. Now he awaited a reply from the boy.

[afroninja]

Appearance of random Ninja

“ For now, we wait and see if we can find others. We can build back our numbers and then create a village, or simply take one over. Tell me do you by chance use the element of Ototon?”

Ian's words fell upon heedful ears as he began to speak; his plan was a promising one indeed, however, as Afro listened he knew that that it contained openings and gaps. Being one who always looked at the worse possible outcome and scenario before an optimistic view, he could only dwell upon the things that would prevent their cause. Opposing forces, corrupt ninjas and clans, another war, and even betrayal, however, Afro saw them as nothing more than obstacles to desolate. Ian's tongue met a quick end, giving time for the young boy to respond, "Yes I have knowledge of the Ototon release, truthfully its the only release I am aware of at the moment, but that just makes it all the more powerful..."

Slowly the boy pivoted upon his heels, turning away coming to a standing side view as he cast a keen gaze to the heavens before speaking with smooth tones as before. "Your plans have promise, but there is only two of us, maybe it would be beneficial to form alliances with other ninjas outside of Otogakure...even if it is temporary. Though we'd have to be carefu-"[/color]

FWAH....FWAH...FWAH...FWAH!!!

The unsavory sound of whispering winds brimmed through the surrounding area as an array of of four shurikens sliced through the air, all aimed in attempt to claim rightful ownership of his own life. Afro's reflex would not allow it as his head swayed back and forth with fluid succession evading all for projectiles, however, the veiled assault had not ended there. Suddenly a hand smashed through the roof from the beneath him grabbing for his angle but with quick senses he leapt backwardly. Not seconds later had this ninja burst through the roof altogether, revealing his entire form, and as he did yet another burst through some few feet behind Ian.

"Who are you!? answer me!

No reply from the offenders came to bear in the moments pass, well not verbally, they both responded by lunging at both Ian and Afro with vengeful kunai held in both hands. With acrobatic flexibility Afro somersaulted over the ninja's back landing with a swift crouch followed by a desolating leg sweep that separated the offender from the roof in which they stood upon. The attacking ninja was swept off his feet, lingering in the air slowly horizontally. Afro immediately saw to it that he could not recover, not even for a second; completing the spin from his 360 leg sweep he pushed forward with his legs driving his Sound amplifier fist into the mans stomach effortlessly rendering him unconscious.

He turned to Ian's direction to see if he'd been hurt or needed assistance from his attack.[/size]

[Ian Yamanaka]

Ian had no idea what had happened but right as the first shinobi burst through the floor, he began prepping his counter attack to the shinobi he knew would be behind him. Chakra built up in his arms as the pressure began to make his arms pulsate. Another burst through the floor right behind him and a sinister grin grew across Ian’s face. He heard Afro say something but it clearly fell on ears that did not care. Ian simply extended his right palm as the attacker charged readying his own attack. “To slow idiot.” Ian said with a smirk. That second he revealed the hole within his palm and released the super sonic waves and air pressure that he had built up. At such a close range the enemy shinobi was cut tInto large chunks.

The young Oto nin turned his attention back to his comrade who had left his attacker alive. Probably for the best no doubt but Ian tended not to let those who attacked him live mainly because war had shaped him that way. Afro showed promise seeing as he knew how to beat an opponent without using a single jutsu. The Yamanaka clansmen found it easier just to blow them away instead of using so much effort. Afro had finally turned to him after an impressive performance. “Well, that was unexpected! I wonder if there are anymore?” Ian said with a light chuckle.

Zankuuha (Decapitating Air Waves)
Rank: D
Type: Offensive / Ototon + Fuuton Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Special: Each time retrained, technique range increases by 1 meter.
Description: Zankuuha is a specialized ninjutsu technique utilized in conjunction with Air Vents. By concentrating elementally recomposed sound and win chakra in their arms, the user can control supersonic waves and air pressure so that it may be expelled all at once. The Zankuuha creates a massive gust of wind which can blast at an opponent with a force so strong it can even break rock.
Domain: Ototon/Fuuton. Must use with Air Vents.

[afroninja]

"He fights without remorse, how....mediocre, however, it can be quite useful in the trials ahead."

Afro's cognitive process coursed on as he watched Ian lay waste to the asinine shinobi who so mindlessly threw away the life he so narrowly attempted to keep. “Well, that was unexpected! I wonder if there are anymore?" Ian spoke, Afro found it utterly amazing how he spoke as if the events had not taken place, ironically Afro realized that he himself was no different being the impassive being that he was. His eyes left Ian's emplacement as he glanced over the felled shinobi's form, assimilated all details that his mind deem indispensable. Standing adjacent to the unconscious body he crouched, flipping him onto his back so he could get a clear view of his head band, and what he saw, was something that could possibly give hint to an imminent opposing force. "Sunagakure, yes, this one's headband clearly has the Suna crest upon it. Their motive? Perhaps they are a small patrol group dispatched to extinguish any remaining life in this area or perhaps merely passing through, but whatever the case I doubt they are completely alone."

Given the situation Afro thought this would be a perfect time for brief interrogation and inquiry. With his right arm he reached for the man as his fingers curled about his collar before abruptly lifting his torso from the roofs surface. "I'll keep it rather simple for you, if you refuse to answer my the following questions truthfully my , friend here will make sure you share the same fate as the other Sand ninja. Now, Why are Sand ninja still roaming around here after the war, and who sent you?" A wall of silence fell upon the surrounding area as no replay came from the shinobi in the moments that passed. As expected the shinobi refused to respond, yet, with a half-conscious mind and body his trembling hand slowly uplifted to his mouth mask. He pulled it down with what little strength he so desperately clung to, and spat.

Aimed for Afro's face the saliva came forth with vindictive force, however, Afro himself would not allow such trifling liquids maculate his face. With ease he tilted his head to avoid the shinobi's fluids, "Disgusting animal." Devoid of hesitation Afro firmly gripped his collar as he drove only the Ninja's head through the roof. He came to a perfect stand soon after, glancing over the area in various directions, hoping to see weather or not they'd really been alone.

"This place is not safe, relocation is the best option, perhaps north if we are to travel as a unit"

[minakami shū]

<sub>"Cute," a voice broke the silence as a figure crouched on a nearby tree branch, observing the two young'uns a bit away and their little battle with the other shinobi. Obviously, they weren't that bad! To be able to take out two highly trained ninja without effort, wow! "So cooooool!"

Briefly, the figure of the voice was masked in the shadows of the tree, before ultimately it was seen to be a raven haired youth adorned in mostly black - minus his white t-shirt. The distance between then had to be no less than seven meters, and the headband of Sunagakure sat loosely tied around the intruders neck, right eye closing as he grinned awkwardly. "I'm guessing you two are orphans? You look like the weak, overly emotional type with cliche backstories. I mean, not that I care." he smirked, both eyes open as he narrowed them with a more sly gaze.

Curiously, one would be surprised to note that had it not been for him calling attention to himself - you'd have never felt his chakra presence. Oh, how he loved being a sensor.</sub>

[afroninja]

A smooth, yet sinister voice seemingly egressed from the bowels of nihility as what could possibly be the last remaining and most powerful Sunagakure ninja presented himself. "I'm guessing you two are orphans? You look like the weak, overly emotional type with cliche backstories. I mean, not that I care." With precipitation Afro's eyes snapped to the concavity of his eyes before he turned upon his heels to face this mysterious, umbrageous figure. His comment was one that fell upon little more than deaf ears as Afro gave no apparent attention to it, in truth, why would he? Proudly he stood across of who seemed to be the leader of the lesser ninja, reveling intemperately in his seemingly effortless victory. He stepped forth with a casual stroll, halting his brief tread all but inches from the edge; a casual hand reached outwardly, grasping and cupping a falling leaf in his hand, and then he spoke.

"Though my knowledge of your identity is concealed in darkness, I think I can safely assume you were accompanied by those fallen ninja? And if not, I advise you take your leave"[/color] With a Tongue of calm Afro discontinued speak any further, though, he knew the man would be likely to attack, what else would he need to gain from two morally destroyed Otogakure ninja's in this time of incessant bloodshed. As if to completely ignore the silhouette existence of the man before him Afro relieved his gaze and glanced back at his new Ally Ian of the Yamanaka clan. "Ian, this war has not ended just yet and I know whoever this man is he's come for blood. Unless I absolutely need assistance, please do not interfere.....Oto brother"

His deep, powerful, black eyes placed themselves upon the Sunagakure ninja once more, "So what do you intend to do from here?"

[minakami shū]

<sub>The moment he looked away.

Elegance called forth, and soundlessly and undetected (thanks to kagura kinzu) he moved. The arrogance of the younger shinobi had left an opening - the afro child having turned his gaze in an attempt to 'ignore' Shiro of all people. Once his head had turned to gaze behind himself, the movement would be completed. Ignorantly, the boy had also closed the distance between them by five more meters, leaving only two meters separation. As they were facing each other, it was convenient.

After his silent movement, and rather undetected one (seeing as he was ignored), he appeared a split second later mid air before the ledge, aligned with the young sound shinobi. There was a flash of silver almost instantly as he appeared, the katana slicing through the air in a simple fluid motion that would cause the center of his blade to potentially connect with the upper neck of the boy - being certain to avoid any defensive material that could possibly block the swift decapitation. His arrogance was delicious, almost as vivid as the blood that would spew from his open neck while his turned head continued to gaze at his ally. Amateur shinobi at its finest, really.

There was then that thing of gravity, but that would be fine. Instantly after the slash completed he began to descend of course - using his heels to bounce off the side of the structure and push him back to the tree as he flipped in the air with the momentum. It would allow him to silently, and gracefully, land at the side of the tree - chakra at the soles of his boots to keep him standing. he faced upwards towards the heavens, eyes watching the display that was about to unfold.

"Don't lump me together with such amateurs."</sub>

[afroninja]

And in a flash it happened.

The unknown ninja's blade burst forth with great speeds, desperately lusting for Afro's flesh, the very flesh that it would not be allowed to taste. "Over Confident...his speed is greatly inferior to my own, this fight should not last too long or too quickly...hmph rather annoying." His thoughts coursed on as the basking sound of jarring metal sung a melodic note into the surrounding area as Afro's right arm uplifted. He halted the shinobi's blade with his Otogakure sound amplifying gauntlet. Had he been so absent minded that he failed to give notice to said gauntlet, a grave mistake indeed. Sparks ignited as weapons from both opposing shinobi met, peppering the surrounding air with yellow flashes of light that aimlessly whipped about.

Immediately when tangency met between both respective weapons a instant release of air and sound exploded from the pitch dark holes that rested upon Afro's Dosu-Kinuta. Not seconds later had a high, unpalatable pitched siren sung beautifully into the air once Afro kneaded his chakra to amplify the sound absorbed by the collision of both weapons. And in an instant powerful sound ways rocked the surrounding area, expanding at an approx range of 5 meters in all directions in an attempt to enter the membrane of the shinobi's inner ear. It mattered not if his ears were to be covered as the sound waves themselves could pass through to his body to reach the inner ear given its 70% water capacity.

Should this attack prove successful it would easily leave Afro's opponent dazed, disoriented, and robbed of whatever sense of balance he so contentedly held on to. As gravity played its role in the given fight Afro's eyes and focus remained hard upon the mans emplacement, even as he seemed to slip into the darkness to retreat.

"Don't lump me together with such amateurs."

Afro gave no attention nor response to this man's recklessly spoken words, why would he respond, his enemies are stripped of that privilege.

Kyoumeisen (Vibrating Sound Drill)
Rank: C
Type: Offensive / Ototon Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Kyoumeisen is a specialized ninjutsu technique which uses sound waves created by the Sound Wave Amplifier to disrupt a persons inner ear. After the amplifier releases sound waves either through sheer movement or after it has been struck, the user manipulates their chakra to move the waves directly into the inner ear of their opponent, surpassing the limits of human tolerance greatly. By disrupting it in this manner, the victim loses their sense of balance and will likely vomit. Even if the opponent has their ears plugged, the user can direct the sound through their body - because the body is 70% water, it conducts the sound just as well. This allows the sound waves to still reach the inner ear, regardless of obstruction.
Domain: Ototon. Must use with Sound Wave Amplifier

[minakami shū]

<sub>Cute. Despite the fact apparently this kid was superior in speed to a shunshin, and had the reaction time of Godzilla (not really); it wasn't a biggie. There was simply a slight smirk on the face of the Suna shinobi - the sword meeting the gauntlet of sound as their eyes briefly met. Being mid-air, he was going to of course begin his descent, but he wasn't necessarily worried about it. The blast of sound that erupted from the amplifier was a cute toy - but seeing as the Suna ninja was a shinobi, it did nothing but make him quite nauseous and disoriented a bit. Not to mention, he got a bit of a headache, sheesh!

Instead of completely falling down as he planned, the attack of the amplifier caused his feet to strike out towards the edge of the building as his balance struggled a bit, two kunai falling with a clank across the edge of the roof as his pouch popped open - jumping backwards from it swiftly and back to his branch, a hand grasping against it lightly. Briefly, he looked rather sick... and there was a slight glow from his body. He was on fire, man! He was burning up! This was exactly the adrenaline he needed for his flaming soul, and there was a brief moment to observe what his foe would do, being certain he wasn't pursued (which he would quickly deflect any attack) with his blade. He honestly didn't need to see or hear to fight, which was somewhat sad for his Sound foe. Hah, here he thought he was at an advantage I bet.

"Nice toy. Does it supplement for your cock?"</sub>

[GOAT[ ★ ]]

Kaname had recently arrived into the scene, taking a walk nearby the village of Konohagakure no Sato and unfortunately wandering further than he had intended to, however, should he get lost, he had left a not in his home designating the fact that he was out, you never knew when accidents could happen did you. He arrived just to see the beginning of a battle, three males stood nearby each other and from what he could see from twenty meters away, two of them were from the Sound Village. A meaningless place at best, trouble makers was all they truly were. And then there was a member of the Sunagakure no Sato, a member of one of the five great countries, that could truly prove to be a great ally. Still, he did not want to get involved immediately and he stood next to the tree, hand on his blade's shaft in case he'd be spotted. He observed the scenery as the battle ensued, a stand still occured when both the blade and a mechanical object collided. The shinobi from Suna seemed to have been affected by something, something he didn't exactly notice but thankfully was far enough not to be affected. Good, he knew this possible technique could not affect him from a twenty meter distance. That was a note worthy assessment. The other sound shinobi stayed still much to the surprise of Kaname. He stayed at this distance and continued watching.