Make Use of the Day

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n514/isketchalot/flowers.jpg)] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] This thread is located in the large feild behind Miyumi's house. The weather isn't bad or anything, but the sun is setting and light and heat is running out. So far, the fallowing are present: Miyamoto, Miyumi. This thread is open to other users. [ENTER - TP1] She had failed her mission. Ok, well not exactly. But Miyumi hadn't finished it -- hell, she didn't even start it. It was too late once her teammates finally teamed up, and she wasn't going to die on her first mission. She spared her family of this failure and simply told them it wasn't possible for them to start at such a late hour, even though she knew she would somehow have to make it up to the Tsuchikage. Maybe they would forget about her or something. . but all that would have to come a different, today, Miyumi needed to make use of her time. She had accomplished barley anything besides obtaining a scroll, and even that she was supposed to return before the sun set. But judging by the little space between the sun and the horizon it was very unlikely such a thing would happen. Miyumi lived in the outskirts of Iwa, having to pass through the gates everyday just to get home. She had absolutely no idea what would happen if they had a lock down of some sort, but that was something for Miyumi to worry about later, now she needed to do something that would make this day not a complete failure, and Miyumi had something in mind. Flattening the large scroll out in front of her, Miyumi studied it carefully, tracing the characters with her finger. SPOILER: Click to show Fukiya (Dart-Gun Edge) Rank: D, C, B, A, S Type: Offensive / Specialty Taijutsu / Ju Kenshi Range: See special! Stamina: Very High Special: Highest rank known determines distance traveled and speed of heavy-blade. Damage is reliant on 'Zanbatou Mochi' plus the user's highest rank known, resulting in bonus piercing damage. D: 1/4th Kunai Speed (5 meters) C: Half Kunai Speed (10 meters) B: 3/4th Kunai Speed (15 meters) A: Kunai Speed (20 meters) S: Double-Kunai Speed (25 meters) Description: Of the few ranged attacks within the repertoire of a Ju Kenshi, the Dart Edge allows the user to harm ranged targets previously out of reach. After briefly cocking back their blades, the Ju Kenshi will toss their blade with such power, strength and speed that it maintains flight at extreme speeds, flying like a dart towards wherever it was aimed at, and decimating anything it comes in contact with. Domain: Ju Kenshin. Zanbatou Mochi of equal rank. She sat with her legs crossed in front of her, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was focused, and determined to learn this scroll before her father called on her for a meal. She carefully read over the large paper multiple times, before finally clapping her hands in front of her and getting to her feet. "Alright! Let's do this." She took a deep breath and took a step back, remembering what she had just read. Miyumi reached behind her and drew her blade, the weight feeling right in her hands. A gust of wind rustled the surrounding grass and Miyumi took another deep breath, closing her eyes she let her body shift into a more comfortable stance. Figure out what works the best for you. She raised the claymore a bit, curling her bare feet in the marsh. She repeated what she had read just a moment ago, keeping her eyes shut. After briefly cocking back their blades, Miyumi raised her blade a little bit higher, flexing her arms as she did so. the Ju Kenshi will toss their blade with such power, strength and speed that it maintains flight at extreme speeds, Miyumi began to move, shifting her weight forward. flying like a dart towards wherever it was aimed at, Opening her eyes, Miyumi thrust the blade forward, watching it fly twords an unlucky tree. and decimating anything it comes in contact with. She smirked as it made contact, moving swiftly to where it penetrated. Miyumi grasped the sword and yanked it out, estimating the depth of the hole it left. "Not good enough." She grumbled, turning away and walking back to her starting position. She could trow her sword, but could she throw it so fast that it could bear the technique name? Returning to her starting stance, she threw it again. She was only just starting. tagged N/A words 546 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n514/isketchalot/flowers.jpg)] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] [TP2] The scroll didn't tell you the best way to throw it, it didn't know your attributes and such, so it left Miyumi having to figure such a thing out by herself. She believed it was all about how she evened out her weight, that if she shifted forward at the last moment, and fallowed through with her throw, that she would get good results. So that's what she was trying, standing with the sunset on the horizon, daring her to stay out later. Wiping a drop of sweat off of her forehead, she raised the heavy blade again, positioning herself so it was leaning on her hip. All of her weight to one side, she shot forward, using her body weight as well as her arm strength to fling the claymore at the lonely tree standing in front of her. It glinted as the sword hit, and Miyumi could almost hear a crack, but when she went to retrieve the blade she found that it hadn't striked all the way through. Letting out a huge sigh, she grumbled disappointment to herself as she dragged the blade back to her starting point. There had to be something she could do to improve, she was only five meters away, and usually she could throw kunai at three times the speed she was throwing her sword -- but she fought with her sword better, and felt the weight to be more comfortable. Returning to the spot she'd been sitting at earlier, she glanced down at the scroll she'd kept open with two rocks. It didn't say anything about chakra, so that couldn't be it. Letting her shoulders sag Miyumi stood still, thinking. Was is just that she needed practice? No, she'd had her blade for years, and could practically anything with it. Was it her stance? No she had through that through. So what was it? Biting on her lip she took stance again, cocking the claymore and balancing her weight.Wait! She thought to herself, spinning around to face the scroll. It did say that the user cocked the blade, but maybe she could change that somehow? Smirking she turned back, one thing she wasn't using was her momentum. Bigger people would have a lot more momentum from doing what she was doing earlier, but there weren't too many Ju Kenshi users her size. Grasping the blade with both of her hands, she pulled the blade back to her side -- the way she'd usually hold it before she'd give a deafening blow. She leaned back, positioning herself to swing it. Miyumi was fast, even with a huge sword in her arms, and when she swung the sword like a baseball bat it got miraculous speed. She let go a little late, and the blade buzzed past the tree and fell to the ground a few meters from it. Miyumi was almost smiling as she went to retrieve it. Returning to her spot, she pulled the sword behind her again and swung it, letting go earlier then the first time. It soared twords the tree at maybe a fourth of kunai speed. That was still fast, and it hit the tree straight on, creating a loud crack. tagged N/A words 541 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n514/isketchalot/flowers.jpg)] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] [TP3] It worked! The sword pierced the thick tree all the way through, and Miyumi felt a huge wave of emotion topple over her. Yes, she’d completed techniques and such, but she had always done exactly what the scroll told her. She never improvised, even when it would have probably sped up the training process. But this time, she had gone with her gut and been successful. Nothing felt better than that. She spent the next few minutes going back and throwing it again, just to make sure it would work. Every time the sword cut through the air and the tree and made a loud, satisfying cracking noise. She played with angles and heights, figuring out what worked best. She could definitely use something like this in a battle, which reminded her – she needed a mission. The thought of facing higher ups with an unsuccessful mission made Miyumi uneasy; she would have a lot of making up to do. One thing was certain; she should do some solo missions for a while. It was hard to rely on people you had never met before, so maybe if she looked around she could find a trustful team. If she ever moved up and got better, having a team to do harder mission with was important. Miyumi collapsed onto the grass, its blades tickling her bare arms and legs. The sun was nearly behind the horizon, and she was not going to make it to the scroll place in time. Oh well. She say up and looked into the sky, the sunset really was beautiful. It’s glow changed everything from its blues and greens to a crisp golden color. It had been a long day, but at least she had used the scroll. Actually, Miyumi could probably do a bit more training; she hadn’t done any Jutsu in ages. Standing up, Miyumi staggered away from her sword and scroll. ”Hmm, let’s think. What can I improve?” She stood with her hands on her hip, remembering the Justus she’d learned in the past years. ”Oh!” She smiled and brought the words back to her mind. Hit. . .hitei. . Hitei Mushou! Forming simple seals Miyumi positioned her hand upwards, this used to be one of the most entertaining techniques she knew. She blew. . well spit, and five medium size chakra nails shot out of her mouth, traveling a few meters before pummeling to the ground. Scratching her head, Miyumi looked at the remains in puzzlement. As far as she remembered she could make them go much farther. ”I must really be rusty, huh.” She pinched her mouth into a funny expression and tried again, the nails going a bit farther. It was progress. Hitei Mushou (Flying Nail Mist Pierce) Rank: C Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu Range: 0 – 20 meters Chakra: Mid Special: When first learned, the user can spit out up to 5 chakra nails in an an arc like manner, traveling at the speed of a well thrown kunai. Re-training this jutsu adds 5 additional nails each time. For every 20 needles the user can make, consumption goes up one rank. Description: Ninpou - Hitei Mushou is Ninjutsu technique universally known by shinobi across the globe. After forming the needed handseal, the user will emit a flying mist of small nails from their mouth, created entirely of the user's chakra. These small nails can travel towards their opponent at quite a distance, moving at impressive speeds and retain even more impressive accuracy! Domain: Universal Ninjutsu. tagged N/A words 451 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

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Adventuring this wasteland was slowly beginning to seem more and more pointless. There seemed to be nothing here, and while he was trying to raise enough money to get a world map so he could continue his mission with more ease, it seemed like getting money was tougher than he thought. Thievery seemed unnecessary, though he wondered about it.

After a little more walking, he encountered a girl. His attention had drifted, allowing himself to be in the wide open so easily, which annoyed him. The little girl was short, though she appeared older than her height let on. Another crucial detail he immediately looked for was her forehead protector. Spotting it, he confirmed it to belong to the hidden village within this country. A let down, as he wished to discover which village he would be soon targeting right away.

The girl was only 5 meters away from him. Still cautiously looking, the next thing to grasp his attention was a nearby tree. It had multiple protrusions, obviously used for some sort of practice. A large blade, a claymore, could easily be connected to what created those deep cuts into the bark. She's stronger than she looks. He thought to himself, as she was clearly responsible for wielding that giant sword. He couldn't just keep staring though, while he wanted to get directions to the village and get some money, he had to know what kind of strength this girl had if he was going to talk to her.

"Hmm... Did you create those large holes?" He blatantly questioned. It shouldn't appear too weird of a question to ask, anyone could be curious. Unaware of this being a 'break the ice' sort of topic, as he was more worried of what he should do. If he got a violent response and she could handle such a blade, it might be difficult. Of course that wouldn't stop him, he encouraged himself.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n514/isketchalot/flowers.jpg)] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] [GP1] "Hmm... Did you create those large holes?" An older voice questioned from behind her. Spinning around, Miyumi faced the speaker; a tall, rough looking man with a grimace painted permanently on his face. He was very intimidating. "Y-yes, sir." Her big brown eyes tried to capture him, to see through his tough looking cloak, but he didn't seem to be pretending. She could feel goosebumps rising on her arms and the hair on her neck spiked up. Eyes darting around, Miyumi calculated how much time it would take to escape to her house, but she realized that might not be the best option. Endangering her family wouldn't help anyone. Her eyes then lingered to her sword, where it laid on the ground. Certainly she was quicker and could swipe it up before h'ed have enough time to argue, but doing such a thing might make her seem hostile. The sun was setting and it was getting dark, not exactly the best time to pick a fight. Hoping he wasn't looking for trouble, Miyumi brought her eyes upon the mans face. From the way he was standing he looked tensed, or maybe prepared, like he would try something. Such a fearsome thought. His jaw was set tight and had a square like angel to it, reminding Miyumi of most of the men in her family. He was big -- like, a lot bigger than her, and his movement were probably just as stocky. Stop examining him and think, idiot. She had to force herself not to grimace at her thought and let her eyes linger downward, searching for some type of weapon. He looked clean, but then the bulging muscles on his arms could be weapons good enough. Shifting towards her sword she glanced at the man and gave a tight smile. "And may I ask who you are? This field. . well not many people pass through here without my family or village knowing." Hopefully he wasn't looking for trouble, it had already been such a long night. tagged Idkyourname. :3 words 345 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

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There was something odd about this girl, how she acted. There was an edge of fear to her face, and even her voice. Was she intimidated? Truly there was a height and age differentiation, and Jaden had spent so much time trying to build a stocky look that would tower over most people. He realized she was frightened, and he liked things that way. Made it simpler for her to give into any 'requests' he had.

A question was her next response, one that everyone he encountered always asked. It appeared when he tread into others territory with such ease, people began worrying. The question was so similar to the last man he met. He realized things would only be more complicated to refuse disclosure, so he corresponded with her question, "I am Jaden, nothing but a wanderer, trying to gather money..." He paused, knowing that explaining his full motives would only instigate a fight, or even worse, get his name acknowledged by the villages. He kept his explanation short, "For a world map." He finished.

This left him with two paths to take in this conversation. First, was to see if she had any money to offer. This was simple, and left him in a search for more. Or, he could ask to be taken to the village, which had literally an unimaginable amount of money. Then it hit him. What was stopping him from asking for both? He had every right to money, for his suffering and need to avenge himself. Besides the girl seemed like she would retaliate. One at a time, he thought. "So because of that, I ask, may I have your money?" He said bluntly, no sense of humor or sarcasm would show up in his voice. Well said, he thought.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url()] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] [GP2] The sun setting behind her, Miyumi focused all her attention on the stocky man, deepening her thoughts to his purpose for passing by. “I am Jaden, nothing but a wanderer, trying to gather money.” His hesitant pause made Miyumi stiffen, he was choosing his words carefully, not giving too much away; he must have been hiding something. “For a world map.” He added, darkening his gaze. Was that really what he was raising money for? The question passed through Miyumi’s head and she almost let herself glare at the man, she hated being lied to. “So because of that, I ask, may I have your money?” The question seemed very odd, being scared was one thing, but would Miyumi let her fear make her stupid? Absolutely not. But the way he said it didn’t seem like he was joking, nor did his voice indicate any aggressive traits, so he wasn’t threatening her, was he? Without realizing it, Miyumi gaped at the man for a long minute, hoping he would take back what he had said. Did she look like the type of girl that would just, hand over her money? Frowning, Miyumi took it upon herself to ask. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand why you’d ask such a thing. “ She kept her voice from rising and stood calmly in front of him, no longer showing any of her fear. “Either your terribly naïve, or you actually think I would hand my money over to a stranger. Is that possible? Is that what you think?” She gave a crooked scowl and let out a small sigh. “Or was that a threat?” Miyumi couldn’t help herself form asking, his tone had been so neutral that it was hard to tell, and if he wanted to be blunt, so did she. As if making a threat of her own, Miyumi bent over and retrieved her sword, slipping it into place on her back. Without looking away from Jaden’s gaze, she could tell her parents were staring out at the two of them, probably filled with anxiety. She could hear her sister’s voice, yelling to her to come in, and asking about the strange man standing in front of her. But Miyumi couldn’t pull herself away, she didn’t know if it was pure rage or frustration that kept her staring at him, but his lack of reply made her feel even more emotion. Staring into his dark eyes, Miyumi hoped he wasn’t looking for trouble. OOC: You were serious. >__> tagged Jaden words 418 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

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The blank, neutral expression that Jaden worked so hard to keep had been transformed to an aggravated scowl from this girl's response? Naive? The nerve of this women to say such a thing to a person she just met! "I have every right to the money! A man of my importance!" He spoke proudly, a little bit of hostility to his tone now. Such a young girl, he felt ashamed for her being able to make him so mad.

Something started to catch his attention though. It sounded like a calling, his vision wandered over to a second to see three[at least it appeared that there were only three there] people staring out a window in a nearby house. Then it hit him, she lived there, obviously. A few things started to make sense in his mind, why she would have the guts to deny him. With a small sigh, he calmed himself, "I see. You must need that money for your family." He was gracious, understanding she was thinking for their sake, forgave her. Though he was still in need, so he spoke, "But surely this wouldn't stop you from, perhaps... Showing me to your village?" A simple wish, as a ninja of the country she should know.

He followed up, explaining his wishes as to not create more questions. "There I may be able to find some generous[/s] donations."[/i] A rather angry emphasis on the word generous, referencing to her denial.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url()] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] [GP3] The man’s eyes got wide and something changed in his expression, automatically making Miyumi take a step back. “I have every right to the money! A man of my importance!” Importance? He seemed so arrogant and Miyumi couldn’t help but to scowl right back, his body shifted and he looked like he would strike. Hesitantly, Miyumi backed down and softened her glance. He seemed to believe he was important, maybe he was – Miyumi knew nothing of this man – but the way he had been so blunt. She shook it off and focused on his eyes, which were softening as well. His eyes shifted to where her family was calling to her and panic arose inside her. Don’t touch them. She wanted to say it but couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Instead the man kept speaking. “I see. You must need that money for your family.” The way he said it made Miyumi’s panic increase, he seemed to understand something she didn’t. “But surely this wouldn't stop you from, perhaps,” He paused, his eyes darkening. “Showing me to your village?” Miyumi found herself turning to glance at the sun; they didn’t even have an hour of sunlight left. “There I may be able to find some generous donations.” His tone sent a shudder through Miyumi and she couldn’t say no, and he seemed to know that by the way he was standing; proudly. Taking one last look at the sun, then moving her glace to her nervous family she turned and face the man. “I suppose, but the sun will soon be down and the roads filled with darkness; something that may set some people into unease.” Her stance was calmer than before, since every time she spoke she felt powerful. No waiting for his answer she turned to where the scroll laid on the ground. At least this way she would get to return the crinkling paper. Rolling it up, she looked over her shoulder to find her sister running towards them, anguish crossing over her face. “Miyumi. .” She mumbled, arriving in front of them. Her eyes lingered on Miyumi before her they met with Jaden’s. With a shake of her head Miyumi motioned to her sister to go back. It’s okay. She pleaded with her eyes, and got a look of concern as her sister nodded and turned away. Trying to pull all her focus on the man, she slipped the scroll under her arm and faced him. “I’ll show you to the village, I have business inside it anyways.” tagged Jaden words 424 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

[Hop]

Excellent, everything was going smoothly. Despite the inability to get her money, a small setback, he would be led to her village, Iwagakure, which would be much more beneficial. Quickly after she started on about some warning of how it'll be suspicious to appear during the night, a matter that did not concern him. "Don't worry about appearing in the dark, I can handle myself."

Soon after speaking that the little girl who he assumed to be a sibling to her had ran up to her, clearly worried. Not too long would it take before he realized there was most likely some alarm from his presence. Such an intimidating, fearsome man affiliating with family in any way, he could understand the reason to worry. Regardless he felt awkward in this scene between the two, simply glancing away. Love and family was not something he was special with. He looked out to the sunset, realizing that time was fading in the day.'

Following all the boring emotional moments, she mentioned her need to go to the village. Good, he thought, he'd look better if he entered with a shinobi native to the village. And if things went wrong, a little insurance was useful. He nodded to acknowledge what she said, speaking with a hint of eager. "Very well, I'm ready to go whenever you are..." His voice trailed off a little, looking out in the distance as if he was already expecting her to start. Impatience got to him.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url()] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] [GP4] Jaden seemed to avoid looking at Miyumi as she talked, something that seemed. . suspicious. But, she didn’t really have a choice but to bring him to the village, and hopefully he wasn’t going to attack anyone and such, that would definitely not put Miyumi on the Tsuchikage’s good side. “Very well, I'm ready to go whenever you are.” Turning, she noticed his voice held a certainty of impatience. She simply nodded and started to walk towards the road not too far from the family’s field. The sun was practically set by the time she reached the dirt road. On one side were the hundreds of acres of field and the few homes of people who lived up here, and on the other was a dark forest, the trees towering high and feathering onto the route they were going. She could see the village’s gates from here, but that’s only because she knew where to look. She had the urge to ask the man about himself, where he was from and what he really wanted from Iwa, but something like asking questions didn’t seem like it would be the best thing to do. Instead she walked ahead of him, hoping he would fallow her. Well, why wouldn’t he fallow her? Miyumi chuckled at that, and continued to let her mind race. She really needed to get a mission, which was a priority. But she felt like she wouldn’t be able to face the Tsuchikage ever again. (Even though he probably didn’t even care.) If she could just do a simple mission, by herself, without the help of others, well that would be perfect. But it was possible that she met someone for her team, but Akio and Evangeline? They seemed like nice people, especially the purple haired boy, but would they work well together? Thinking of everything made her head hurt and she turned her head to look at the man again, his arms and legs coated in muscles. Scary. She reached back and touched her sword hilt out of habit, griping the soft metal then pulling back. This would be a very long walk. tagged Jaden words 356 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

[Hop]

[OOC: You have to get to Gana, so I'll be short and sweet ]

It seemed the girl would not talk much more, turning things more professional. He doubted it would be a very casual walk, so he silently followed behind her. The gates would not take long to come into sight. Their immense size astounded even Jaden, never seeing such a construction since the samurai compounds.

When they came within range of the gates, darkness had fallen over the sky. Even at this time of day guards still watched over the entrance. Of course, this left him to asking for permission, though he was not worried.

He remembered the girl, looking to her, with a small nod, "Thank you." Unless she had anything else to say, he would continue without her to the gate.

[OOC: This is an official exit, unless Sketchy's character does something to stop him/talk to him.]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:16px; padding-right:16px; padding-bottom:16px; background-image:url()] [/style][style=width: 381px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 5px; color: #ffffff; text-align: right; background-color:161616; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-left: 10px; line-height: 8px; padding-right: 10px; font-style: bold; text-transform: uppercase;]Act as if what you do makes a difference, it does [/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;] [GP5] The gates came into view and relief rushed through Miyumi’s body, they seemed to make it to the village unharmed and alive. Smiling to herself she glanced back at the route they had taken, wondering how her journey home would go. It would be much later when she returned, and the feeling of making her family worry one more second sickened her. But she couldn’t do anything about that. Jaden seemed just as happy to get to the village as well, his eyes seemed lighten and he went on ahead, saying goodbye and waving her off. Have fun in the village! She wanted to say it but she was getting to tired to yell, instead she grinned back and flicked her hand, hoping he wouldn’t mind at all. As she herself got closer to the gate, she noticed the man had gotten in easily, maybe he was important. Shrugging it off she approached the two men and greeted them, they knew who she was since she passed through these gates on a daily basis; most of the guards knew who she was. Miyumi didn’t go to the academy anymore, so she didn’t come to the village for that reason, but her parents were getting older and her sister stayed home to take care of them, leaving Miyumi to do all the errands and such. Plus, you never saw Shinobi out by her house so she’d usually have to come looking for “ninja things” to do in the village. Including missions. Her last mission had been a failure, something she had taken quite hard. And ever since she’s been wary about taking on another one, fearing she’ll do something worse than what she did before. Inching through the gates, Miyumi glanced around, trying to capture a big moving figure, but nothing caught her eye and she figured Jaden had already left. Looking up, Miyumi could tell the sky was dark, but the street she was standing on, it shone a brilliant golden color, small lanterns strung together to form enough light to not trip on anything like she had when she was a kid. There was little activity, people closing shop, children asleep in their parents’ arms, and Miyumi found herself moving quickly to the scroll shop, he legs pumping as she broke into a run. OOC: Thanks for being so nice bout' all this <33 Let's thread again and see what happens ;) And I'm gonna do a little more for some extra exp -- I need something to do while I'm waiting on other people to post. XD tagged Jaden words 385 template by oh so coopernatural! at caution 2.0 quote by James William.

[Comatose]

+70 Miyumi (However, you did not ever fully train the Nail, nor did you do sufficient to allow me to grant you any experience for it. Regardless, leaving the thread before it was finished results in you gaining no progress toward it.)

+30 Hop