Asylum of Atonement [Q/C]

[Trigga]

A morning as young as any other that donned upon the breadth of Kaminari. With the only audible sounds being the slow moving breeze, and the modest chirpings from the passing flock of birds, the area was mildly tranquil. Visible threats stood nonexistent, and while the ill-omened aroma of daybreak lingered in the puerile heavens, one couldn’t assume terror was closing in. A location completely devoid of totalitarianism, be it domestic, or ethereal, this settlement was ideal for one to simply reflect, or hide even?

Within one of the numerous, and secluded caverns engraved along the side of the enormous mountain stretch, an entity rested. Venturing far to the west, roughly three miles off the Kumogakure’s borders, a once adored individual now sat alone, and assumingly gained the title of defunct. A decision that was not his own, yet shaped his life in such a way, the former Hokage was without a stable home, and convicted of duplicity. How long would it take for the world to find such an elusive character? No one truly knew, nonetheless, expectantly, he could move like this forever, or until the ideals and views of his once dedicated comrades altered to meet the standards of his living now.

“It’s kinda early to be up…” Stepping from out the wall mounted cave, a male stood, chest absent of clothing, revealing a slim, yet masculine figure, chiseled. Long strands of strawberry blonde falling from his head, glistening in the rays of the morning sun. A hand pressed against the entrance’s side, grasping the rock with some pressure, the man stepped into the light, his face now revealed as the grandeur of his luminous purple eyes found sanctuary in the day.

”I need to move out soon…”

[chiatsuki]

NPC: Achira

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The ways of fate had no true distinct pattern, in fact, it was quite the opposite. A young woman by the name of Achira walked slowly with no set destination on the outskirts of the village, stopping in her trek to pick out a group of daises from a shrubbery along the path of a mountain. She would stoop low –

A hand pressed against the entrance’s side, grasping the rock with some pressure,

And so it would begin. . .

It wouldn’t take much- a simple appliance of pressure was all it would need for the wall to instantly crumble from the side of your hand, giving you little to no time in preparing for the fall. Your body would land within the very same shrubbery Achira had stooped upon. Overcome with excitement and slight fear she would jump back, screaming to the top of her lungs at the mysterious appearance of a shirtless man. The fall you endured would have been relatively easy to recover from being that you had landed in a soft patch of flowers, but this didn’t stop the curious kunoichi from pursuing you.

With shaking palms she would edge nearer to your figure as she spoke aloud –

“…a…are you okay sir?”

Your eyes would meet upon a tanned skin kunoichi with two kumogakure head bands strapped upon her wrists. Her hair- black, eyes- like grains of golden sand staring deep into your own violet pools. .

[Trigga]

It was an honest mistake.

Before he could react due to a tired frame and careless approach, the infrastructure of the cave crumbled. Collapsing upon itself in a downwards plummet, the earthen construct tumbled to the base of the vast stretch of forestry and terra—the Uchiha falling behind closely.

His body now controlled by gravity and momentum, his person would continue its somersault until a soft cushion broke what would have been a very terrible fall. Vision blurred and senses momentarily dazed by the sheer shock of it all, laying in a bed of delicate daises and other hedging products of Mother Nature, the Uchiha was greeted by a peer of golden eyes and curious words. Looking up, gathering his thoughts, he would take to a stand, bushing down what remained of his attire and securing the pouch attacked to his waist—the homespun of all of his accessories and assortments.

“I-I’m okay—thank you. ” He announced, finally coming to the conclusion of his disorientation. Looking down towards the shorter—more attractive individual of the two in attendance, he would inhale slightly, sighing in content afterwards. “That could have been bad,” he smiled enchantingly, looking back towards the location he once rested upon, almost laughing at the accident he had caused due to his carelessness. While a former political head, his temperament still favored the more positive side of his internal spectrum.

”I’m Ryūsuke—pleasure to meet ya” his words were only calmed with the extension of his hand.

[chiatsuki]

NPC: Achira

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Achira’s eyes, mirroring such luminous of an aura much like the sun, had never left the man. As he arose to full height, casting a shadow over her own head, she would back up slightly- giving him room to dust off his apparel. Although they both were of same age she seemed to have taken a younger looking appearance, one that had gained her the title of odoka in kumogakure- flower. Her emotion had swiftly transitioned from fear into melancholy as her eyes engagingly manifested upon your masculine figure.

Holy f—, ahem, calm down Achira, he’s just a man!

“I uhh…my names Achira- Ryusuke- what brings you to this part of the mountain? You don’t look like you’re from around here..”

She would say as her eyes moved up and down your figure as if calculating every atom built within you. Achira had chosen to wear black skin-tight leggings, showing off her every curve, her bleach white shirt looked like it had been cut along the waist- because that’s exactly what had been showing, revealing a tattoo which looked as if it was longer than what it appeared to be. With pursed lips and quirked eyebrows the raven haired girl would await your riposte.

[Trigga]

As she examined his features, he did the same. His eyes, though auburn, perceived with only a lesser prowess than his Sharingan. Needless to say, the godly perception granted with the exertion of his spiritual valor and clan inheritance wasn’t needed at the moment. Conceived of a clan whose eyes overwhelmed all others, Ryūsuke wasn’t the fool who relied heavily on them. A man who trained every muscle of his body, he didn’t neglect the normalcy of the windows which allowed him to view the world with colorful streaks of chakra to compliment it.

The curves which were highlighted through the lack of space in her clothing stuck out first. Features that typically were built for vixens and other more revealing professions, he would digress, straying away from the thoughts of how she attained such a physique. Scanning upwards and respectively, down—he entered into a state of complete scrutiny; still conscious of his surrounding environment, nonetheless. From spandex to a bleach-stained shirt—or what was left—the Uchiha would progress upwards. Suns for eyes and hair as dark as midnight, the beauty held a youthful jocundity.

“I’m currently looking for a new place to call my home," a splendid lie. As a foreigner one, who though had ties within the Hidden Cloud and namely its leader, a dead man was just that. His former life lost in the ashes of the battle with the Yonbi, the Uchiha had nothing to return to. With Konohagakure in its present state, he was the hero they wanted, but didn’t need; Tenrai would have to fill his shoes for a little while longer. “I’m trying to start my own business, I’m just not too acquainted with this part of the country, yet.” all the while, Ryūsuke made a mental note of the stretched tattoo that was only partially shown from the exposure of his clothing.

[chiatsuki]

NPC: Achira

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‘Home huhn..?’ Achira would meaninglessly murmur beneath her breathe as she looked upon Ryusuke’s lips with a lustrous gaze. As if captured in time her train of thought seemed to stop- her eyes would dwell in his eyes yet she’d be looking past them in remembrance of her own home. ‘Has it really been that long?’ she would think to herself as she brought herself from the vision with a shake of her head.

“A mountain isn’t much of a home, but I guess to each his own. I remember being in the same situation- it gave me a lot of time to think about what I really wanted..”

Her words tugging at your soul and heart as she spoke them softly in a muffled tone. By now she had begun to sweat- she would take the bottom end of her shirt in order to wipe her face gently before bringing it back down. Her soft features would come to light as the bottom of her bosoms gave you a glimpse of her bountiful chest. Beneath her chest, however, right above the tattoo a vertical scar could be seen- possibly the aftermath of a fight?

Before turning to you she would go behind her within the back of her pants in order to retrieve a skin-tight black spandex shirt.

“Wear this- I’m not sure I’ll be able to carry on a conversation long with you being shirtless and all”

She’d say with a smile as she bit her lip in the exposition of her contort.

“Why are you looking for a new home? You a runaway?”

[Trigga]

His words couldn’t have been any smoother. A shinobi forged by the hands of deceit and pain itself, while he didn’t favor such traits; he couldn’t disrepute his ability to execute them. Naturally charismatic, and a tongue that only spoke soft, mature melodies, his tone, pitch, and vocalization faltered little—it was virtually nonexistent; sadly, it was that natural to him. Nonetheless, he couldn’t compromise his standing and knowing little of his environment, the Uchiha couldn’t be careless—he couldn’t afford mistakes.

As Achira continued to eye him down, and soon enough transition into dialect, Ryūsuke documented all actions she’d taken. Timid, or relatedly reluctant, she held a coy temperament. However a subtle air of sensuality radiated from her presence—an insivible scent that swept across the Uchiha’s senses. A simple ploy or a natural pheromone that she exuded, it mattered little; a shinobi was trained to note all and be thoughtless with little.

(“ What you wanted?”) how had this become germane? The Uchiha found himself scanning over his own thoughts as he replayed her statement in his mind continually. Had she not been a native of the Kaminari forestry? And if so, with her words alone, was she relating her experience with the false truth articulated by the Uchiha? It made little sense, though it was obviously she was willing to reveal more; all the two needed together was time. Her next declaration, accompanied by a tight black piece of wear evoked a reponse from him. “W-why thank you, Achira-san.

[/color]” Pulling the tight shirt over his head, the toned features of his frame were obscured behind raven drapery.

Meanwhile, as she pulled her own cut-off up to grace her facial routes, the outline of rather voluptuous curves blessed his soft auburn eyes. Her appearance conflicted with her demeanor, this was certain. However another feature of interest caught his attention; one he’d make reference to in due time.

“ I’m no runaway. I’m just a man trying to find his way in the world.[/color]” he’d announce, smiling as he adjusted the shirt properly, allowing his physique to fill it out; if she had a problem with him being shirtless, the Uchiha couldn’t see how wearing this top—which was next to nothing—made it any better.

”I didn’t mean to pry, but I couldn’t help but notice--- where did that scar come from?

[/color] his eyes leveling with the location where the scar had become evident. [/right]
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[chiatsuki]

NPC: Achira

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“Why thank you Achira-san.”

“Its no biggie.”

As he slid it over his head and onto his torso she made note of the features in his body- as he’d done so earlier with her. She had seldom ever caught herself becoming intoxicated with curiosity at this level- perhaps it was because she had been in the village too long, it had changed her entire complexity entirely. She was no longer the blood-thirsty warrior who tamed men for her own pleasure- she had given up that life entirely for a life of peace and restoration, yet, she had seldom found herself in moments like these where the excitement of being in one’s own world tugged at her very soul.

Had it not been for the strange appearance of Ryusuke she would have carried on with her everyday life. . .

“ I’m no runaway. I’m just a man trying to find his way in the world.”

“I didn’t mean to pry, but I couldn’t help but notice--- where did that scar come from?”

‘Have I really become this? I swore never to share my past with anyone.. yet, he makes me feel calm somehow.’

Achira’s eyelids would widen as she brought herself to face the question- using the back end of her left hand to push away the raven locks of hair which had been used to shield her tears. With all her might she’d try and hold them in as she spoke.

“This scar here was proof to the sage of the gorira no senshi, a reminder that I was not good enough to tame him..”

[Trigga]

”Tame him?

[/color]” He queried.[/right]

What had he entered? A simple question that brought forth a restrained river from the eyes of the young maiden. The sensation of depression—no—disappointment that flooded from the spaces beneath her visual windows upon the mere mentioning of why she had obtained such a gruesome scar. Nonetheless, along with her own sorrows, something else captured his instant attention, and neither features of her presence would do unnoticed at the moment.

“What is this Gorira no Senshi?” a soft, though inquisitive voice that complimented the identical nature of his facial expense, the former Hokage questioned the origins of the name she given. Having never heard of such a title before, or a person associated with it, it was correct to assume this was nothing more than alien to the Konohagakure native’s mind. Auspiciously, he was open to both explanation and aiding. His temperament couldn’t allow him to turn a person in need away and while she didn’t explicitly ask for his hand in the matter, her soul spoke clearly with a concerned tone and coquettish posture.

Allowing the richness of his auburn hues to glimpse into the moons set upon her soft face, Ryūsuke would stand tall, mature in his stance while equally mellow in his approach. “What were you doing that earned you such a wound?[/color]” he wanted an answer—and she needed to give it.
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[chiatsuki]

NPC: Achira

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“What is this Gorira no Senshi?”

“It’s a summoning family contract- they are of the earthen sanction summoning family, one of the oldest known to the shinobi world..”

Her voice coming more timid by the second as she took a moment to remember her five pillars of training. They had molded her into a new woman- even till this day the teachings of Madoka had never left her. In fact- she had been bent on destroying the village she had left from until the wise ways of the elder sage calmed her. . Achira was ever grateful to the teachings of his family.

“What were you doing that earned you such a wound?”

“Well. There are five pillars one must go through in order to face the sage, Madoka. These five pillars are all tests of the users own strengths and weaknesses. . and passing each one entitles you to the use of a new ally. I gained this scar during the last and final stage- but I was proven unworthy as this fatal scar was almost deep enough to have killed me..”

Her voice would fade as she turned to the mountain. Speaking of the world of the gorira no senshi was something she hadn’t exactly planned on doing as it had always seemed to invigorate an unsettling feeling in her stomach.

‘phew..calm down, just breathe’

She would say to herself- taking a few moments to inhale and exhale deeply- ridding her mind and body of the world she had once known.

[Trigga]

“I’m confused… Summoning family?

[/color]” But he wasn’t. As a Shinobi, and more decisively, Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, such information wasn’t disclosed to him. Having acquired the essential foundation for all summoning performances already, it goes without saying he was moderately versed. Needless to say, assembling all information while still maintaining his guise was top priority at the moment; any and everything related to the Shinobi world he’d play ignorant to until the time was right. It was obvious she held some form of prowess with the Shinobi arts—but to what degree he wondered.

The Gorrira no Senshi however escaped him. Familiar with the clansmen and animal familiars of his own village—or at least as they were when he reigned, the name of such a protectorate of power held no standing in his memory. “ If possible—could you take me to the place where you encountered this Gorrira no Senshi?[/color]” He inquired with the utmost sincerity in his voice, at least what you could engender from a shinobi well competent in persuasion. Having spiked some curiosity, the Uchiha was curious to see the power of these summons, and what else Achira had in store for him.
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[chiatsuki]

NPC: Achira

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“ If possible—could you take me to the place where you encountered this Gorrira no Senshi?”

“I suppose. But its in the land of earth - you are allowed there right? And, I almost forgot to ask..”

Achira would entice- bringing forth her terminative nature as she bit her lips once more, lustrously looking back into your own eyes as she placed a palm on the left side of your chest.

“What are you going to do for me?”

Her figure would turn so that you could see her back, the waist, her curves as she darted ahead of your figure with an overpowering energy. It was as if you’d awoken a demon. . as the chase itself seemed to thrill the kunoichi to no end. If you weren’t quick she would disappear entirely around the arch of the mountain. . but it wouldn’t be hard to spot her out as her hair left a scent of shampoo for you to follow.

[Trigga]

”Anything you want, plus more” He play along with her game.

Her hand gliding across the surface of his chest, caressing the crevasses created by his muscular build through the skin-tight shirt, he’d look into the moon itself with buoyant, though calm hues of auburn. A whole new dynamic was added to her profile as the Uchiha took in every moment, every action she had implicated to this meeting of two, only to smile charmingly, though internally confused. How did such a timid girl shift into a sensual courtesan at the mention of something that typically showered her with fear?

And with that, she’d run off. Giving him but a glimpse of her features and more, she would keep her back to him as she faded into the distance. He could keep up with her if he tried. That however would c his character he had so exclusively designed for this meeting. “W-wait, Achira-chan!

[/color]” he’d call out, giving the impression of concerned as he entered into a forced stumble which soon transitioned into a run. Upon their arrival as he attempted to keep up, he would be wise to mark the location of the Hidden Stone in his Map for future reference—the joy of having a tour guide.

To Iwagakure

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[chiatsuki]

NPC: Achira

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"Anything you want, plus more”

She would grin as she lead you into a dark trail lit only from the moon. Littered with boulders and old metal this path looked like it could have been the very same ground used as a battlefront. Whether she was leading you into a trap would be something unknown to you as you’d only just met her moments ago.

“W-wait, Achira-chan!”

Your words would be muffled to her as she had gained quite some distance in the time that she’d begun to sprint. Although it’d have been your motive to catch up it seemed as if this kunoichi had an undeniable wind pulling her figure even further into the distance. A smile still painted on her face as she followed the path into the mountainous region of the country of earth.

After thirty minutes or so of running the scene would begin to change immensely from a rocky path to that of a cement-tiled path complimented at both sides for the remainder of the way by white pillars. As you neared the entrance of what looked like a giant stone mausoleum you could see Achira standing side to side by an obelisk made entirely of diamond. Engraved in it- the names of the former contractors of the Gorira no Senshi. Ahead of her two monks meditated, ‘ohming’, creating an authentic aura about the place.

“Tell me something, Ryusuke. Is it your wish to tame the gorira no senshi? If it isn’t – you might as well turn around now. .”

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SHIT POST ALERT. Found my weed, bout to hit some blunts and make this more interesting for ya.

[Trigga]

It would seem she had gain quite the distance on me. It mattered little however as the moon light now congratulated the crimson red my eyes had undertaken during our travel. A night lit perfectly for the occasion of travel, my blood’s legacy would bloom in the form of the new activated Sharingan I displayed to none. Achira’s back turned to me, she couldn’t have possibly seen the godly tint which made my clan’s name renowned around the World.

I knew little of the woman I allowed to lead me towards the Gorira no Senshi, yet should I have been any more cautious then what I already was? She showed little interest in becoming my aggressor and even so, she wouldn’t end my life as easily as one would think. Her carriage, words and more importantly, her temperament resided in a region far off from bellicosity—it was more sensual in nature, as if I enticed her. While not fond of using such to my advantage, I wouldn’t allow such a useful tool to fade with time and location; it could prove beneficial in the near future.

Transversing land became a near effortless task for me, having around crossed the world with feet alone; I would allow my endurance to carry me from mountainous hell to concrete utopia. A ground once riddled in gravel and debris now cleansed with a more sophisticated mien, we had entered into a new plateau of both landscape and décor. Before she’d turn to me, my eyes had already reverted back to their traditional coloration—my Sharingan resting latent. Using its perceptive aptitude, I had already carved an image of my surroundings and the direction taken to this place as well as all subtle actions normally unseen by the naked eye.

Holding what would appear as a concerned, though assured expression, my lips would separate, formulating a response through words alone to her inquiry. Gulping, ‘d proceed; “Y-yes, if possible.

[/color]” I’d answer, stepping forward, admiring the edifices that bordered me, eyes wondering to both verges before settling on Achira once more, a smile brimming across my features.
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