kazekage's lament. [o]

[KEITH]

The stars had shone bright above the country side of Kaze no Kuni, sparkling brilliantly from the heavens above. The night was beautiful, and the weather was good, warm with nice, cool, gentle breezes that would sweep across the land every now and then. The nighttime sky had reflected the life of one person particularly tonight, and it was of a young male shinobi. Though a shinobi, he wasn't dressed like one at all, for it was his day off, donning casual civilian clothes.

Wearing robes, though he left the head exposed, for those who would see him could recognize who he was. He had walked through the village streets slowly, and subtly, he wanted to take in everything that he was feeling tonight, as the starlight danced upon him. He couldn't help but think about what really mattered to him. Was it the shinobi way? Was it loyalty? Was it money? None of those things and many more had been the things that really mattered to him. It was safe to say that he really didn't care about much, but it was his moral code that stopped him from being ruthless, and possibly a Nuke-Nin.

His moral code had kept him to his bonds with people, and though he didn't particularly want to break his bonds with people, he found them sometimes to be a nuisance to him. He wanted something badly; he just didn't know what it was that he had wanted. His ebony hair was carried by the gentle breezes of the wind, making it appear as if a black stream was flowing behind his head. As he approached the center of the village, his eyes had slowly scrolled up the sky and set upon the huge moon just above him. It reflected within his eyes, as he began to speak out loud.

("What is it that really matters to me in this world? What do I really want?")

He questioned himself as his hands had rose from beneath his robes, stretched out with his palms facing the sky, and his fingers curled up, as if he was trying to grasp upon something. His forearms began to elevate, as he brought his gaze down toward his eyes as he looked at them, with his gentle gaze. He wanted something or someone to tell him what he really wanted, or at least receive a sign to something that really meant the most to him. Thousands of thoughts had rushed through his head, and he searched them all, trying to see if anything that was coming to him was what he wanted.

[Apple]

ENTER!

And it was so delicately that her form revealed itself from the darkness that the night so blissfully reaped. For some it was a nightmarish version of reality, shrouded in darkness and the gift of sight devoid to the majority of those who walked amongst its black, inky mist. First, a crop of lush blonde hair showed itself to flow down to well below the woman’s backside before revealing the pale, porcelain-like skin that she had, the soft moonlight illuminating her pristine skin. Perhaps at first sight one would have believed her to be some kind of ephemeral ghost, perhaps a mere mirage in the cold, unfeeling sand that Sunagakure consisted of and brought its namestake from. However, the figure would stand, looking about as if searching for something, before her eyes befell on another figure who rose quite shorter than herself, although it was no matter- Just why was he out at this time? Of course it was a question as to why she was here with such a glistening shinobi band on her neck that bore the sign of Kusagakure, but with so little life being on the streets of this village at this time of night, it would be only the stranger who could take glimpse of it- If he concentrated hard enough. With the moving clouds and the unending darkness, it was something slightly hard to make out from the rest of her appearance, and perhaps quite an important factor as well.

"What is it that really matters to me in this world? What do I really want?"

Following the black-haired figure as he’d move, soon drawing to a close within the deserted village centre, he was undoubtedly being stalked by the blonde, although perhaps she made it so that she’d be easily detected just for the fun of it- Or she wanted to be seen. That was another question of course as silence continued to seep in to the air like some kind of noxious poison on her own part, but at the same time, she didn’t care- Although his words were so interesting. Why speak them aloud? A hidden guilt towards the future and the lack of enthusiasm towards it? Something like that, she was sure. Cutting through the silence that followed once the black-haired man was done speaking, her voice would erupt from the darkness itself, soothing it with her disturbingly sweet tone. ”You need not question yourself this- The answers will soon come if you give enough patience..”. And she was revealed- Thick, long blonde hair coupled with an impressive figure, the least she could be called would be a goddess befitting of the Norse, although perhaps should attention be given to her neck, one would find her headband- Signifying other pursuits in life- And the symbol? No other than Kusagakure.

Of course, as of now, she was standing directly behind the ebony haired male, at a rough distance of fifteen meters- Far enough to keep her distance, but at the same time, close enough to view him, or at least, what was covered by the soft hues of the streetlights. There was no-one there but the two of them as Sunagakure slept soundly, unknowing of the foreigner within the village as she introduced her soothing voice to none other than the Kazekage himself.

She was almost divine.

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[KEITH]

When he had made his way through the night streets of Sunagakure, he couldn't help but get the feeling that someone was watching him or following him. It was eerie, but he wouldn't allow it to disturb him from his concentration upon his thoughts. Besides, he kind of liked the feeling of someone who he didn't know of watching him, it was mysterious. When he had finally reached the center of the village, and ceased to talk anymore, he had expected the quiet village to answer his question. It would have given him the answer, when something loves you and you love it, one doesn't have to use words to show it or say anything for you to feel it.

It was just there. The quietness was erupted by a soothing voice that had come out from behind the young male, he figured it might have been the person who he thought was following him. But, it sounded like a woman, and that was unexpected it, but he liked it. If someone was trying to attack him, they would have done so whilst remaining unknown.

This person had seemed to want their presence known, which was an admirable feature. She had even attempted to answer his question with some words that were probably of her own philosophy. Everyone in the world had viewed things from a different prospective, and this woman was no different. It was only the ones like the young male would had actually wanted to view the world from multiple perspectives, it is the only way one would truly understand people and the world, but more importantly, the mysteries of the world.

Mere seconds had passed since the woman had spoken, and he would turn his head to look back toward her, with only slightly turning his body to the left. His left foot would spread out a little more, and instead of it pointing into the original direction, it turned off to the left side of his original direction, and his upper body moved a bit to the left. His scarlet hues had set upon the woman who was only fifteen meters away from his position. His eyes had resembled those of hawks; bring ringed eyes, with bags under his eyes, making him appear as if he was sleepy, though he really wasn't.

("It’s weird, but I honestly already know the answer. I guess it's just that I want to do other things as well. But another part of me is telling me that what I have now. It seems that I am having an internal struggle.")

The young male had spoken in a calm, yet deep voice. He didn't mind saying what was on his mind, even if it was a complete stranger who he was talking to. He was never one to stay quiet; he knows that closed mouths don't get fed, and that when one says something, he could also be speaking for others. Perhaps the woman that had followed him had felt the same way, perhaps not.

The young male didn't really know, nor did he particularly care, really. As he looked at her, his eyes would begin to take her in, his eyes were sharp like that of a hawk, and as he had taken in her frame, he began to notice the details of her figure. As more examination had taken place, he would have begun turning his entire body toward her, his eyes made sure to pay attention to her figure, looking to see if she had possessed any interesting possessions upon her. Though, he did see one thing that indeed sparked thoughts into his head, and it was the headband that had lain upon her upper torso, after being wrapped around her neck.

The symbol that was bore upon the headband wasn't that of Sunagakure, no, it was of another village. But, what was a shinobi of another village doing here in Sunagakure, and how did they get here? He wasn't much for attacking people, he'd much rather ask questions and talk first. Especially if they were interesting, and this woman before him definitely was, or at least the headband she had worn upon her vassal was.

("I didn't know those from other villages could just travel into other countries as they pleased. Either you infiltrated, or you were brought here by a shinobi of Sunagakure. Only the latter sounds like the most possible thing, really. Besides, who could really find this place in a desert?")

The defense of location of Sunagakure is hard to fine due to the vast nature of Kaze no Kuni. It is the largest country within the world, and looking through it to find one particular village is like finding a needle in a hay stack. The only way this place could have been found is if there was a trail leading straight here, that is how difficult it was to find. But, he wanted to know more about the woman and why she was even here within the village.

He had so many questions to ask, and he really couldn't contain it, the woman made his night instantly interesting.

("So, explain yourself.")

That was the bottom line; he had wanted to only know these two things; why she was there, and who brought her here. Despite not even knowing of what village she was from, he didn't recognize the headband, but he felt as if it was something that he couldn't put his hand on. Just what village symbol was that upon her headband?

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And here she was met with perhaps one of the most influential people in the village at the moment although unknown to this fact she simply looked on at the man before her as his eyes showed signs of definite wear- tiredness, perhaps? Analyzing him, his slow yet so carefully spoken voice tainting the air with a response to the comment that she’d previously made, her blue eyes were now pointed directly towards his own- Curiously examining him. His keenness to reveal his feelings was quite interesting, and as she- No, I beheld him as he’d continue to speak, I’d keep my guard up. After all, this was a different country and I was a foreign shinobi. Of course- Not to say that I couldn’t beat down any sad fucker who thought that they could claim me as a victim. Shaking my head a little bit, blonde waves cascaded down my back and I couldn’t have asked for a more provoking conversation at this current time. My leave of Sunagakure was nigh, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t have a wander around the place before doing so. However the brief few minutes of me being entertained over his own weary and perhaps almost lost mentality soon came to a close as he stuck up the topic that I was not of Sunagakure roots, and am in fact, a stranger to the lands which he called home. My eyes closed briefly as a smirk laced my face, as I almost seemed entertained that he’d found out. His reaction to my being within the village was.. amusing if anything.

”Infiltrated?- Darling, you really think I’m infiltrating?” I’d ask, sarcasm seeping through my voice as a half-laugh could be heard at the end of my sentence. Was he really being fucking serious? ”If I was infiltrating then I’d have removed this- and I wouldn’t have even stopped to speak to you.” pointing to my shinobi headband at this, I made a fair point. The point of infiltration was to be sneaky, and by striking up conversation with him and making myself known, it was simply against the point of even trying to break in secretly to the place. I could only gather that he hadn’t invaded that many places, although to be fair I hadn’t either, but at least I knew the principles of stealth. At the moment, I wasn’t exactly being stealth y, but then again I couldn’t exactly be bothered for it. I’d heard Sunagakure was surprisingly, a village with a good reputation for herbalism and being a herbalist myself, it interested me. Up to now I hadn’t found any building bearing the three-pronged leaf of the botany institute, so I could but gather that over the years its involvement with Sunagakure had dissolved much like its presence in several other villages.

Of course, from the way that he spoke it was easy to tell that he was pointing a finger at me, claiming that the village was too hard to find so I’d have surely done unlawful ways to enter it. Of course- if a foreign shinobi came in to my village then I’d surely have been as defensive as this person was being, if not more, so I understood his concern, but to be fucking honest, I wasn’t really planning on doing anything bad. Wasn’t I allowed to have a midnight stroll as well? And now he wanted me to explain myself? Sworn to temporary secrecy, Soratsu was dead as far as these people knew, and so my affiliation with him was rendered null and void for the time being, so it required me to bullshit my way through this- But truth be told, I was fantastically talented at making lies seem like believable truths, it was a gift of mine which I’d had in my youth, which had only intensified as I’d grown older. ”I bring Sunagakure no harm.” it was believable. With the world wars over and each village now attempting to reinstate peace and balance, villages had been strewn everywhere and past relations broken to pieces under the saying Each man to himself, and people were now frantically going forwards to protect the past bonds which had been made in a desperate attempt to recreate them. Of course- it wasn’t my intention to meet with the Kazekage seeing as I’d already had quite a meeting with Soratsu himself, who was the highest figure of authority I knew of within the village, but the matter of his apparent death in the village was something that I’d need to investigate in to later on. ”..You have my word. If I wanted to bring damage to this place then I'd have done it hours ago and trust me my love, you'd have known.” of course, I knew this wouldn’t be enough for him. Just like him I craved information, and with my words having been vague but purely explaining my motives, I hadn’t fed his mind enough for him to be truly satisfied- But neither was I, really. Expecting him to follow up this with another series of questions, I waited at my distance of fifteen meters. I wasn’t really interested in fighting, but should he initiate it, then I’d have no problem retaliating- ”..But what of you? Isn’t this a strange time for you to be up?” of course, the same could be said for myself, and then some, but truly I was interested in why he was awake. Was he kicked out of his home? Homeless? Or simply unable to sleep?

It was the small details that I relished most;
The small things that made us all human.

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[KEITH]

With his final statement made, he would wait for her to explain herself. He had thought that normally, a person wouldn't explain themselves under normal conditions. But this one, this woman just couldn't avoid it, she was somewhere she didn't belong, and for her actions, they are punishable by law of Sunagakure. He had no other choice but to conform to him and answer.

As she would begin to speak, she had chosen to stick onto the topic of infiltrating the village, despite the young male leaning more toward someone bring her into the village. It was words that the young male hadn't really cared for, to be honest. Maybe she hadn't infiltrated the village, since she had still bore her handband and finally gave herself away to him by conversing. But, you know, some people are bold these days, and they would perform such a feature, just to show how proud of their skills that they had.

With the way she had spoken, her choice of words could have made her one of those people within the eyes of the young male, and though his expression might appear tired, it was far from it. If one were to be so foolish as to attack him, simply due to him appearing tired or sluggish, they would surely meet a quick and decisive death. In the end, she had decided to overall avoid the topic of another shinobi of Sunagakure bringing her here, which had made her suspicious. Either the woman wanted it this way, or she was just a one tracked mind kind of person, but he had known that he should never underestimate anyone.

And, she didn't seem like a foolish person, she spoke confidently, and carried herself proudly. There was something about her that he couldn't put his finger on, but he would surely find out what it was. He had took a mere few seconds to think back on the day as she would continue to talk, and he had remembered that due to Sunagakure's current downward economy, shinobi haven't been able to leave out of the country to travel in the past month, due to the lack of funds that they had. It was something that this young man would change about the village in the near future, but with those thoughts in mind, there couldn't have been anyone that left the village and brought here in, without passing through the village gates.

So, how did she get here? She had spoken of not wanting to cause any harm, and stated that she could have made her presence known a long time ago if she had wanted to. Meaning that she could cause some destruction, but, she was belittling the village with the soothing words that came from her mouth. She had to think little of the village if she thought she could really stir something up, but the people of Sunagakure weren’t anything to be taken lightly. Still, the young male was a cool, calm kind of guy, like he had did some type of drugs to keep him in this state.

Sunagakure was known for its herbs after all, so finding some drugs that could sustain the mood he was in wouldn't really be that hard, in reality. Then, she asked about for what reason why he was out so late, it really wasn't as important as her being within a village that she wasn't supposed to be in, but, he'd let her slide. She was interesting after all, but one thing about her had irritated him, and it was the blond locks that had fallen from her head. It was something minor that he disliked, but he couldn't help but to overlook it, he had hated blond hair.

("Me? You could say that I am a bit restless. Or that I cannot stop thinking about what every moment will bring to me. Like this moment that we share together. I might sound a bit ignorant, but, what village symbol is that upon your headband, and your standing with me? It's just pure curiosity, I myself am not born of this country. Nor with the lifestyle that I lived did I have a chance to truly learn of the world.")

He had replied to the woman's question, remaining stationary within his fifteen meter distance from her, his eyes never swaying from her own. He looked her into the eye as if she was of equal stature as him, as if she was actually a human, and as if she had some worth in the world. He couldn't help it; it wasn't as if he was drawn into her looks, despite her being a female with an impressive figure or anything like that. He simply admired that aura that had surrounded her, and the way that she had spoken to him.

This woman was a bit mysterious, and that is what really attracted the young male, and wanted to continue onward with his conversation with her. He waited for her to say something, for her to say something clever, and something that would make her seem even more interesting than she already was. His lips curled up into a smile, before turning into a smirk. He wanted to more from the woman!

[Raglao]

"Home sweet home." He said, speaking to himself softly while just passing through the village gates as the full essence of night swallowed the entire country whole. It was dark, for sure, but there hadn't been too many things that young Ro could not see with his dual, crimson eyes. Although the pervasive darkness seemed to reach every corner of the village, his eyes continued to see flickering light, blue lights that indicated the presence of energy within the center of ones body. With his black, hooded shirt pulled over his head, allowing just his face and headband to be discernible, his hands were tucked deep into the pockets of his standard shinobi trousers, he walked through the dark, near-empty streets of Sunagakure. "Wonder whats new around town," He said softly, speaking low enough to not draw any unwanted attention as he looked around the village, heading towards and past the center of the village where his home and parents gleefully awaited his return.

Closing in towards towards the center, he noted the back of a man's figure about 10 meters to his north-east who looked to be speaking with a woman across from him. Both of their exchanging words were audible, however, he was still unable to clearly make them out, not that he even wanted to. Continuing forward, he cut a quick second glance at the womans face, noticing her headband briefly and looked ahead once more. Suddenly, he stopped and took a double take after having realized that the woman's headband had the insignia of a foreign village, a village he'd never even seen or heard of judging from her band. "Who the hell?!" He thought to himself, five meters from the mans (circa) south east, standing at a side view. He turned to face the woman and stepped forward, juxtaposing himself with the robed figure. Ro looked to his left and up at the man, trying to identify him, unfortunately, Ro had never seen this mans face.

Less than a second passed as he looked back to the woman, glancing over her body in the purest sense that he could. He remained silent, nosy, but definitely silent. Merely being interested in this foreign shinobi, he decided it would be best not to speak. "Just who is this person, and what sorta' headband is that, I've never seen it before."

• Sharingan II
  

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I was unsure exactly of what was wrong with him in order to speak in such a vague, almost dream-like way, but then again I’d be hypocritical if I was to judge, as I had some similar spells myself. His raven-coloured hair moulding in with the bleak darkness of the night, had it not been for his skin and deep red eyes along with the faint streetlights that dotted around the place, I’d have probably lost sight of him. My arms raising, they’d simply cross over my chest as I’d keep watching him, the both of us keeping our distance. In all truth the conversation we had shared had long since begun to bore me, but as he soon spoke up regarding my headband, the smirk on my face, which had previously faded away in to nothing, made a slow but sure reappearance as I prepared to respond to him. Of course- Kusagakure was a minor village after all, and it wasn’t everyone who’d heard of it, especially after both shinobi wars reaped the lives more Kusagakure shinobi than any other ones, so his ignorance was accepted, and with a nod of a head, I’d then open my mouth to speak to him. This wasn’t the first time that I’d been asked this.

”..what village symbol is that upon your headband, and your standing with me?...”

”I come from Kusagakure. The village hidden in the grass.” pause.

”..And you..

..are no importance to me..”

Of course, it wasn’t as if I was provoking him, but moreso challenging exactly who he was. My guesses were that he was simply a civilian of Sunagakure, although due to the fact that I could be wrong, I chose to include those words, in the hope that he retaliated towards them and brought ahead facts as to why he could possible be an asset to me within this village. I wasn’t looking for any more allies within the village as far as its people were concerned, not yet anyhow, but the chance was always there that the tired, almost sluggish looking man before me was more than he seemed to be. Standing my ground, I’d leave my words enough for him to feast on, again my vaguest words piercing the air and plucking whatever fascination he had with me. If he saw me as a threat then he’d have attacked me minutes ago, and at the same time, if he saw me as a threat he’d have personally attempted to usher me out. Not that I wasn’t dangerous, but right now I was ready to go home, and I’d simply managed to stumble upon him during my travels across the village. Just who was he? ”……….” silence carried my words once more as it fell around me before my eyes soon caught sight of another figure who made his way out from the darkness. Of course, I wasn’t alarmed, but my expression read slight annoyance and I could only suspect from this point onwards that they’d be appearing like rabbits. But was it in defense? With the silence of the stranger, I couldn’t be too sure. Instead I chose to stay silent at my distance of fifteen meters away from the both of them, waiting for a response from either of them.

[OOC: your post reads as if you’ve gone to stand by the side of uneri’s character, so I’ve written it that way- If I’m mistaken, PM me and I’ll change it!]

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[KEITH]

As he had waited for her response, because he was so eager to know more about her, he wouldn't have realized the mistake in his speech that he had made. It probably made a big difference after all, in how the woman before him would speak to him. If he was aware of his mistake, he would have quickly fixed it up, but he wasn't his mind was going on a one way bullet train, and only left himself absorbed in questions of the mysterious woman who was before him. His wine colored eyes continue to examine her, to see if she would have made any body gesture or facial expressions to give her away.

But, before he could actually point his finger on something, she had arisen with a response, explaining to him where she was from. He had been ignorant of what village that was, he didn't know of such a place, though he wasn't afraid of being wrong. It is said that you can only grow from being wrong, and now that this woman had explained where she was from, he would have now stored that bit of information into his head. There is another village out there in the world, and it is known as Kusagakure?

He'd wonder if it was anything like that of Konohagakure, since them both would probably be pretty green villages, unlike the beige and golden land of Sunagakure, who was surrounded by grains of soft sand. Though, when she had continued on, this is where he would be faced with the mistake he had made within his speech. He didn't mean to say, "what was your standing with me?" He had meant to say, "what was your standing with it?" He wanted to know what type of role she had played within her village, Kusagakure.

He couldn't just let this go on, he had to correct himself, though, a young shinobi had appeared out of nowhere, and he was captured within the gaze of the young male. His eyes had returned to the female as he had moved by his said, and remained silent. He had looked kind of familiar, he might have seen him within the information cards of the Sunagakure shinobi he had within his office. Now, without further ado, it was time to address his mistake.

("Pardon me, but I have made an error in my speech. I had meant to ask you of your standing in Kusagakure, not your standing with me. I am nothing more than a mere servant of the late Etsuko Soratsu.")

He had ended his speech with that, and he had wondered how she would address his question. He didn't know of her or her village, and it was possible that she had known about things of the world that he didn't. Information was needed, that was the only reason for dragging along the conversation, and the only thing that had made it interesting. The blond-headed girl had seemed to become rather bored of the conversation as well as he was.

[Raglao]

"Kusagakure?!" He silently mused, trying to recall upon the existence of a village that carried such a name. Contemplating on this 'village hidden in the grass', it hadn't seemed like it was anything too amazing since it didn't seem widely known like the great five. Nevertheless, Ro merely stood there, listening to the exchanging of words between the woman and robed man. Both eyes looked into her own, barely registering her as a threat from what he initially gathered. With a qucick pause of silence, Ro's looked back up towards the taller man as he spoke, motioning towards the womans standing within her village and being a servant to the previous Kazekage, Etsuko Soratsu. Looking back to the blonde haired woman, he remembered stories about Soratsu and Kouketsu waging war against the other villages. It was because of those stories that he wanted to climb that ladder of his village ranks to protect it just as Soratsu had done many years ago.

The robed man seemed to know all the right questions to ask, the same exact questions that ran through Ro's mind while he stood there enveloped in complete silence. Momentarily he broke his chain of focus and looked over to his right flank and then back over his shoulder, surveying the surrounding area with an inherent paranoia. As everything seemed to be clear, he looked back to the woman for the umpteenth time, awaiting her response.

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And he’d began to speak in response to my words, having corrected himself over explaining what he’d meant incorrectly the first time. Of course, I brought no shame in deciphering his words wrong the first time, as frankly, I didn’t give a fuck. However with his reply and his urge for me to clarify to him exactly what I was from Kusagakure, I couldn’t simply decline him the answers he wanted because of my own ego requested me to reveal to him exactly what I was, but at the same time for the sake for allowing myself safe passage out of the village, revealing myself to be the Kusakage surely wasn’t of the best intentions simply because as far as I knew, I could be speaking to an assassin. Not that I wasn’t brave in the face of danger, it was simply that I had better people to be talking to at the moment, I was sure. Leaving a brief moment of silence between the end of his words and the start of mine, I’d then wait, almost gathering the very things that I was going to say before voicing them. Just who was I after all, and what right did he have to know this?

However, ending his words with a name that I knew much too well, my expression hadn’t faltered over this words although I could but wonder exactly what connection he had to the man. He claimed himself to be a servant- Really? I’d been to his home just hours ago and since then I’d come to see the appearance of his house servants, and I could pick out several differences between him and them. Perhaps he meant some other kind of servant- But Soratsu had apparently died years ago, right? So why bring up his name now? It was all so hazy and although I’d previously been the one drawing him in to my web, it now was so much different as I tried to figure out exactly who he was. Sunagakure was obviously under new rule- And his statement just didn’t settle with me well, although my expression hadn’t showed that. My attention span, although great at times had begun to grow sparce and I found myself quickly losing interest with him- With the both of them, especially his little friend who continued to stay silent during the meeting, which I highly regarded as rude. He’d appeared out of nowhere and now he expected for me to continue this meeting, having turned in to an awkward, three-way conversation? They, frankly, weren’t worthy even of being in my field of vision. And so I turned, my blonde waves flying in to a grand flurry of hair before bouncing back in to place, and walked away from the two, soon crossing a meter although my head continued to be slightly tilted so that my face was in vision from where the two of them stood, also allowing me to look at them. With an almost malicious smirk on my face, I’d taunt;

”Tell your leader that the Kusakage sends her fondest regards.”

And then here, I would stand, keeping watch of the two of them as I awaited somewhat of a reply. Either they would send on the message and run before they got in to trouble or they'd initiate conflict- Whatever the reaction, I was ready for it, and if there was nothing more for me to do here, then I'd leave.

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[KEITH]

("Kusakage?")

("Where do you think you are going?")

The voice that had carried the Kazekage's words had emitted into the air, filling it up as if it was a toxic gas, poisoning the air around the Kusakage, as if it was creating a toxic cage that would cease the woman from further advancement. Did she honestly think she could just leave like that? Though, he might have won the internal war on information gathering, he wasn't just about to let the apparent Kusakage go. He had known that this person held a mysterious aura around her, and now everything was beginning to be revealed before his eyes. He had known Soratsu for a long time, though he had been dead for the last seven years.

And when they would have talked, he had mentioned a woman who accurately fits the description of the woman before him. Could it be her? Could, she indeed be...Blanche? No way, it was simply too good to be true, but he couldn't just cast aside the possibility, he had hungered for more information. His information hunger was almost as equal to his blood thirst, but he was able to control the latter, since he had more experience with it.

This woman, she may know what happened to Soratsu at the battle in Konohagakure, and he made it his top priority to find out. Also, his memory had begun to spark, the young boy next to him, he remembered that he was a shinobi of Sunagakure. He was, no other than...

("Kekkai Roatsu, right?")

He had remembered the boy’s name, and checked to see if it was correct, though he is pretty sure that he was, information was key to being a shinobi, and the young Kazekage was skilled at gathering it. Though, when he asked his name, he didn't to bother to look away from the woman, his hawk-like eyes continued to stare at her head, even making eye contact with her still if she were to return his gaze as she would have looked back. They had an enemy within their hands, and they might have to play catch a ninja, hopefully, Roatsu was well versed in this game, if he were to come to the decision that she needed to be apprehended, but it had all come down to what she was willing to spill. If she had chosen conflict, she wouldn't have escaped the sands of Sunagakure with her soul still attached to her mortal body.

He had decided to ask her one more time, since originally, she decided to avoid the question as to how she got here.

("I am only going to ask you one more time, how did you get into the village? I don't like to play around when it comes to information. And, what is your name?")

Though he was being passive about the situation initially, he wouldn't put up with it anymore. He wouldn't have any more patience in the matter at hand, she simply had to answer, or she would be attacked by the Sunagakure duo. He was already preparing himself, chakra would begin to circulate around his body, and change within side of him began to take place.

His hands, which were hidden within the robes of his attire, would allow chakra to freely flow through them, focusing at the tip of his fingers. Slowly, the skin at the tip of his nine fingers and two thumbs would allow small bones to rise through them, but he hadn't used them yet, he was only preparing insurance for if things didn't go as planned. He'd hate to kill a friend of his brothers, but, he would have to do what he had to do.

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[Raglao]

Ro's left eyebrow raised in confusion as the woman suddenly turned and began to step away from the two. Although budging not even an inch, he wanted to, he really did, however, not wanting to be overly anxious to make a reckless decision, he waited. Momentarily, she stopped, looked back, and spoke. From the distance, he couldn't distinguish her expression, however, he knew she continued to watch them, even with her back turned. Ro's eyes widened after having heard the woman claim to be the leader of this 'Kusagakure'. Whether or not her claim turned out to be truth, Ro's inherent paranoia increased, fearing that with the location of his home compromised, it wasn't safe. Having obtained a level of paranoia that only a true warrior or shinobi could mold over their combat driven career, he knew that there had been only a few reasons that lead the woman into his home. Considering her attitude, Ro found it unlikely that she had been there with 'friendly' intentions.

Nodding at the mans guess regarding Ro's entire name, he paid no mind on how exactly he had known since the woman had now been of primary concern. Ro removed both hands from his pockets, thereafter his hands merged together to form a single seal which heralded the coming of ninjutsu. Two small, harmless emission of smoke, one 2 meters in ]front of her and the second, 2 meters from her immediate rear, both of which faced towards her. With two advanced, tangible duplicates standing around her, the faux Ro that stood in front of the Kusakage spoke, "I think it'd be a really good idea to answer him, I don't want to hurt you." In the middle of the clone's words, both put up their guards as their feet were spread shoulder length apart with one foot half a meter behind the other.

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Sharingan II

Kage Bunshin no Jutsu (Shadow Clone Technique)
Rank: B - B
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu / Kinjutsu
Range: Self
Chakra: High
Special: When first learned, a single Shadow Clone can be produced. Each time re-learned, one additional clone can be made, for a maximum of 5. Please remember that regardless of the amount of clones made, the chakra is still divided evenly amongst all bodies. However, when a clone is defeated or chooses to disappear, whatever remaining chakra within their bodies, as well as their knowledge, returns to the user. The only exception is 'Bunshin Bakuha', which sacrifices the chakra return for a grand explosion.
Description: Kage Bunshin is an advanced, forbidden Ninjutsu technique, which grants the user the ability to create a tangible clone. The normal Bunshin technique creates a copy of the ninja that lacks any substance. However, Kage Bunshin distributes the ninja's chakra evenly among the clones and creates a real copy with form and substance, to the point the clone can utilize any jutsu the original ninja knows, and spawns with any equipment the user has one them at the time of the summoning. When the clone finally disperses, any new knowledge it has gained is passed back to the original ninja and any additional clones.
Domain: Kage Bunshin.

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OOC: Ro, I'd just like to point out that during this thread, you've assumedly had your Sharingan level II activated for a total of three turns, whilst only two posts have been definitley marked as having your Sharingan active, so for fairness I'm going to guess that you've been using it for two posts. That means it required one HIGH initial use, and another HIGH for upkeep, for your second sharingan post. During your kage bunshin post, I'm assuming that despite you called one it surely drains only one HIGH amount of chakra, although it could be discussed whether or not you'd also recieve another high drain because you summoned two.

But, all in all, you've roughly used three high techniques during this thread. You're a low pool character, and because of chakra shalala's here Here and the fact that you've summoned two kage bunshin, therefore splitting your chakra in to three, it would have severely exhausted your chakra supply. Even if your first two sharingan post could be put off as being casual RP, you've drained an additional "HIGH" amount of chakra in your first battle post, which would exhaust you in itself due to the kage bunshin created, so, assuring this is all right, I'm assuming that your character is now incapable of utilizing chakra from exhaustion from both using kage bunshin, splitting chakra between the two clones and the original etc and utilizing sharingan in the same post. Chabang!

Assuming that this is right, my post continues. I'll get a judge in on it. I don't know if you'd be able to control kage bunshin or not further after having your chakra supply depleted to such an extent, but, I'll leave that up to the judge since they're better than me at this stuff, haha! There could be a question as to whether you’d have enough chakra to create the kage bunshin in the first place due to your sharingan use, but- I’d leave that up to them, again.

I'm probably not right, but I'd just like to make sure!

TL;DR: The use of three (or more) high techniques from a low pool. Target splits chakra pool in to three in order to fuel enough for kage bunshin, whilst also using sharingan at the same time which draws "high" chakra drain. What happen?

”Where do you think you are going?”

I was planning on getting out of here as quick as I could simply so that I could be back in my own country with my people and begin further plans, if anything, unless Etsuko Soratsu had any news for me I had nothing more to do here and speaking to these two remained to be a drag, although as the next few moments soon passed, it seemed that things were beginning to become a bit more interesting. A threat here and there, I couldn’t help but look on almost as if I was entertained with how defensive he was becoming. Hadn’t he heard my first words? I was going- leaving, did he have a problem with that? ”..I could stay here and play with you both but I’ve got to get back home, sweetie.” I’d say, my words directed towards the one I’d first met as he then went on to speak to his partner, speaking a name, although that hadn’t mattered to me. Neither of them did, in fact they were simply stalling my leave at the moment, and if they really did want to provoke me in to retaliating them it would be on their own backs- I didn’t really want to become involved with the either of them, but things were slowly turning much more full of tension than I’d anticipated. Of course, I assumed that someone wouldn’t be too happy with me being here, but why was he becoming so ass-hurt over this? I was going, after all.

“I am only going to ask you one more time, how did you get into the village? I don't like to play around when it comes to information. And, what is your name?”

"I think it'd be a really good idea to answer him, I don't want to hurt you."

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Two small, harmless emission of smoke, one 2 meters in front of her and the second, 2 meters from her immediate rear, both of which faced towards her.

With two clones having been created to either side of me, one in front and the other behind me, which I could see but from the corner of my eye, I’d have the same grin on my face. With such defensiveness and the attitude which had so sorely changed upon learning of my title within the village of Kusagakure, I could but guess that the robed figure was either nationalist to an extreme extent or he held some title of importance within the village much alike myself. An average shinobi would have cowered in my shadow, but he had more bravery than that. It was only assumption, but it would seem that it was the second figure who had began to provoke my mind by creating the two clones, and being in such close proximity to the both of them and not exactly wanting to initiate any further conflict but at the same time wishing to rid of the pesky clones, I’d body flicker a total of ten meters to my right. All I wanted was some space and right now, they seemed more intent on gang-raping me than talking. It just wasn’t respectable and now at a comfortable distance of roughly 20 meters away from the two Sunagakure shinobi and 10 from the clones.

”Harassment won't get any answers, I assure you.

..And my name? look me up.”

Of course, I meant in the B.I.N.G.O book. My name, despite being beautiful, didn’t matter at the moment as he knew full well what I was. Standing at my position away from them, I'd keep my guard up. With the other one having shown more conflicting intents, I beseeched that he keep his dog on a lead, because he wasn't acting very polite towards a lady such as myself.

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> 20 meters south-east from both Uneri and Ro.
> 10 meters east from kage bunshin duo. (If OOC post is right and they've dissapeared, ignore this)
> All weapons on person.
> Samehada in holster = no current drain.

Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique)
Rank: D, D, D, D, D, D, D, D, D, D, D, D
Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu / High-Speed Movement
Range: 0 - 10 meters
Chakra: Low
Special: Flickering is near-instantaneous forward movement, meaning the user will rush almost instantly to wherever they are facing as chakra pushes their legs to inhumane levels. The user can flicker once per thread, plus once more each time retrained. One cannot attack or perform techniques during Shunshin.
Description: Shunshin no Jutsu is a basic ninjutsu technique used across the shinobi world by all, ranging from the most basic shinobi to the legends of lore. Considered is a high-speed movement technique, it allows a ninja to move short to long distances at an almost untraceable speed - to an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. Such a feat is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalise the body and move at extreme speeds they would otherwise be unable to reproduce. In the end, the user will appear and disappear in an instant, allowing them to retreat or attack suddenly should they need it. To facilitate the movement the ninja will often use nearby elements such as mist, sand or leaves to mask their appearance or disappearance.
Domain: Shunshin - Universal Ninjutsu.

Shunshin-Kawasu (Shimmering Flicker)
Rank: B
Type: Passive / Ninjutsu / High-Speed Movement
Range: Shunshin
Chakra: --
Special: Gives the user the option to side-step, curve, shimmy or even shimmer on a whim during a Shunshin, rather than remaining moving forward. Sidestep distance takes away from the Shunshin's total traveling distance.
Description: Although Shunshin is normally executed in a linear fashion, with enough training, the ninja can learn to limit their forward travel speed in exchange for a near-instantaneous sideways move. Useful when evading tricky attacks, or when wishing to confuse opponents.
Domain: Shunshin.

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Lets count all this up, shall we?

As a shinobi with a low pool, anything that has a Very High drain will leave him exhausted to the fullest. Now, 6 Highs = 1 Very High. In that same aspect, 9 Mids = 1 High. With Ro, for him to get exhausted from using his Sharingan, it'll take him 54 turns (9x6) of continuous use - excluding the initial drain to activate it. Considering his Sharingan has been active for 3 turns already, that leaves about 50 turns left if he was to just stay immobile with his Sharingan active.

However, with the manifestation of two shadow clones - which, for the record, splits his chakra equally WITH the secondary High drain - the consumption for his Sharingan goes up by two. Thus, the drain now for his Sharingan (Unless he deactivates it for both of his clone) is now 3 Mids per turn.

tl;dr: - Ro's Usage so far:
4 - Mids [Sharingan Usage]
1 - High [Shadow Clone]
About 76% Chakra left. 76/3= 25% per clone/original body.
1 - Mid [Shadow Clone's Sharingan]
1 - Mid [Shadow Clone 2's Sharingan]

Do the math and you'll find out where I got those numbers. Now delete your OOC posts and continue this thread.

[KEITH]

It had seemed that things would have begun to take events before the young Kaguya could even act, though it was quite amusing to see, after all. The Kusakage had chosen to flee from the clones of a Genin, was she afraid to do combat with him? Or maybe she just felt the odds against her, since she had to know that, if she started to fight back, they all would attack her. Even though she is of Kage status, would she have been able to handle the four?

He began snickering to himself, realizing that if the four had attacked them, it would be men ganging up on a one, which would be seen as unfair in the shinobi world. Some people were really sexist, after all. His snickering would come to a cease, though, remembering the words that the Kusakage had spoken. It had brought him to the realization that he couldn't allow his secrecy to continue onward, he would have to reveal who he was, and what his title was within the village.

Maybe he could get her to give him some more information on things if he had explained things to her, secrecy always get you into mess in the long run, anyway. The bones within his fingertips had drawn back into his fingers, and his jutsu would then be deactivated. It was time to come clean, but first, he would place the hand closest to Roatsu on his shoulder, as a signal for him to pull back, as now it was his turn to step forward, but in a different way.

("It seems as if things had gotten a bit hostile, dear Kusakage. Please forgive my young shinobi, Roatsu for his actions. As Kazekage, one cannot be anything but protective win it comes to the sake of his village. Just imagine if I had appeared in your homeland, what you have done? But, I guess, I cannot go on appearing as a mere commoner. I am Etsuko Rekka, brother of Soratsu, and the Kazekage of Sunagakure.")

He had spoken in a calm tone, and relaxed himself, though he would let his guard down, as he didn't know if the woman who he was speaking to was really dangerous or not. Or how she would react after finding out that he was the leader of this place, filled with fine golden grains of sand, which had covered everything within the entire country. His curiosity about who she was wouldn't cease, though, he couldn't help but wonder if she was that woman. He hadn't seen his brother in many years, and the thought of him being dead wasn't something he could think was possible.

He was a great shinobi, so how could he have died? Who would have killed him? Why wasn't his body returned to Sunagakure? The last probably wouldn't be an option if his body was found by an enemy force. He had wondered which directions everything would take from this point onward.