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[Messatsu!]

GM

A conflagration of rustic flames bloomed magnificently within earths ambiance, bathing everything with a golden shower. Everything around the world seemed to move, thrumming with cultivated activity, yet, the golden ball lay still in the azure, midday sky. Its rejuvenating warmth washed over Tsuchi no kuni. For once out of the year Tsuchi no kuni's infamous waves of sporadic heat finally came to a calm, carrying a unusually cool air about its winds for the past few days. Tourist probably would fail to give notice, however, those who've made this glorious country their home could tell in a heartbeat. Something strange definitely hung around the country, but it was all to soon to tell.

There was little for the Iwagakure shinobi to see, given that he had more than likely seen his home and everything it entailed from its towering mountains to its permeative coating of rock and earth. For whatever the case may have been, the shinobi had been walking for quite some times under the sun's liquid rays, but luckily enough the high mountains provided a great deal of cooled shade. But, before the shinobi could even get comfortable with his stroll, a wavering silhouette pulled what seemed to be a heavy shipment of products. He seemed to struggle, straining his arms as they threaten to drop his precious products. It was uncertain what the shinobi would do, would he help the mid-aged man or leave him be for more important matters? It was entirely up to his decision.

[chiatsuki]

My foot tapped upon the gaia beneath my feet as my optics assured onwards past the horizon where I could see a figure moving. Although it were none of my business my curiosity seemed to climb to the peak just almost tipping over the edge as I began my trek towards the stranger. My hand would collide with my locks in a swift motion – pulling them back to the rear of my cranium so that my bangs wouldn’t interfere with my vision. There was definitely something amiss – a chill in the air that seemed to creep down my spine ever since stepping out of my house. As peaceful as the day was though – it seemed as if an approaching danger were impeding my soul as if it were tempting my fate into approaching the subtle warning within the temperature.

I couldn’t really depict what that feeling was – but I could alleviate any concerns I had amongst my shoulders by challenging my curiosity. This would be the exact reason for why I had begun my trek towards the caravan the man were carrying. He seemed as if he needed some help – but I were edgy on whether or not I had the patience to help him. Steps would end just short a good ten meters as I stopped to analyze all around him. My kikaichu lingered about me – capturing information as well on either side of me – feeding me information instantly about the view around me. I might as well have had eyes on the back of my head. My hand would stammer out reaching towards the man with my palm extended towards his being – a gesture meaning stop – targeted at the man.

‘Hey. Do you need any help with that?’

[Messatsu!]

A distant voice befell the mans ears as his arms jerked a in elevated manner, giving hint to to his struggle. It had not been in vain, even with his struggling pull he assured that his shipment would advance, even an inch. But what could have possibly drove such a middle aged man nearly out of his prime to suffer so much for the sake of another's product. If somehow or someway the shinobi came to deduce the man as a courier, well, he'd be right on the spot - flawless. As an unknown voice beseeming a male called out to him, his arms finally gave up out of exhaustion and surprise, dropping the wagon some two feet.

Quick, intangible vibrations splashed over the area with a gentle thud that caused an overturn of wind and a crater of earth to pass harmlessly over the area. It was a surprising feat indeed, how the wagon created a 5m crater in diameter just from a 2ft drop, this mans strengths was far from an average human. His silhouette remained oddly enough, despite it being enough light to reveal the physical feats of anyone who blatantly stood out in the open. A quick swiveling heel would turn him about face, facing the shinobi before him with a proud, erect stand.

Finally - almost as if it was upon his own whim- had the shadows peeled from his flesh, revealing unkempt hair and a shaggy hulk hogan beard. Soon enough a gruff voice responded to the ninja's own.

Yes, yes. Some help would be greatly appreciated. You wouldn't mind grabbing the left handle would you?

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As if a calamity had head butted the earth a shake filled the area I was standing in with a vibrating pulse. I could hear the distinct sound patterns of the various weapons within this courier’s cargo. Although he seemed very weak and ill-minded the strength of him seemed to switch around all altercations of thought brought about him. My body stayed planted firmly within my distance as my body shook from the cargo’s tremors. Eyes danced merely
upon a mans’ silhouette deciphering the unique code in which I could not have broken before just at first glance. This man was definitely someone of importance back in the day – but why he was carrying cargo for village builders now was beyond my cerebrals understanding of the vast human nature. I calmed myself as I walked over towards him – eyeing his appearance indefinitely to capture the moment.

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I nodded to him in approval as my body gestured towards the man keeping my senses keen to the world around me. I could hear the faintest of heart beats within the greatest of distances – but I wanted to keep my senses especially focused on the sound of a swaying movement – something that always caught me off guard. I couldn’t help but grab at the left handle getting behind it calmly so that I would not strain my muscles when it lifted off once more. ‘So hey, old man. What are you doing bringing this heavy cargo all by yourself? Is this your own business..?’ I said in order to crack the ice that had somehow blanketed Iwa in a cold mist. I was almost shivering and I couldn’t believe it, to be honest, because it was never cold here. Just what exactly were going on..?

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Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Ototon Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Chakra: Mid
Special: Dominion extends 10 meters in every direction of the user, and goes up 10 more with each rank learned.
Description: The basis behind the majority of Ototon techniques lie in the user's ability to control the very sound waves around them. 'Sound Dominion' is just as its name implies, a fundamental supplementary jutsu of Ototon nature that allows the user to intermingle their chakra with that of nature, harmonizing the two in order to create complete control over all sound around them. Once this link is achieved, the door is opened for greater creations to be made.
Domain: Ototon.


Akutibu (Sound Hunting Sonar)⁶²⁵
Rank: D, C, B, A, S
Type: Supplementary / Ototon Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Chakra: Low - High
Special: Sound Hunting range depends on the user's highest Sound Dominion rank. Highest rank known determines how many different sound-disruptors the user can take before becoming overwhelmed and thus deaf for a while turn. A sound disruptor is not something like a passing wind or a sneeze, but something unnatural, like an explosion or the growl of a huge beast. Upon hitting the 'S' rank, the user no longer needs to close their eyes to perceive the sound.

D: 5 disruptors
C: 10 disruptors
B: 15 disruptors
A: 20 disruptors
S: Unlimited


Description: With this technique, the user is capable of enhancing their perception of sound via chakra to an unnatural degree. Though their eyes must remain closed for the technique to work, they are essentially granted an even better vision. Capable of discerning sounds to the faintest of heart beats, this allows the user to locate targets both near and far, even if they are not visible to the naked eye. Acting like a radar, it allows all sound-users to truly have an edge in combat! It's only downfall? Too much noise, making the radar hard to read.
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[Messatsu!]

Despite his guff tone, and rough appearance, his tongue flit with insurmountable nobility and politeness, this man indeed was someone of great importance during his prime, however, those days were long gone. Patting away what drops of sweat managed to accumulate upon his head, a quick nod would respond to the shinobi's own, confirming that he'd help the man with his shipment. Selfless acts can take some one far in this world, however, not many have disciplined themselves as such.

The young shinobi kept to his word and aided the aged man with his physical labor. Much relief graced his body as he felt some of the weight uplifted from the boy's aid, it was truly a refreshing feeling for him. He was ready to move one, however, before he could the shinobi spoke to him, inquiring about his shipment. He could only chuckle as he recalled how insolent and bold younger generations were.

No no this isn't mine, its actually from a friend of mine. A man whose kindness is without limit. I'm simply dropping this off to him, but with my old age I got tired halfway after about walking through 2 countries. Oh my listen to me ramble like an old fool. What about yourself young one?

[chiatsuki]

My thoughts had soothed once the man procured a reason of deliverance for a friend. I pondered long and hard about who exactly this friend was. He wasn’t so noble as to give this man an extra hand by sending him some workmen. Maybe this old geezer was just fooled into believing such fabled things through time. But that was something that would take some time to dig at. I wasn’t much of a psychologist but I knew how to get the details I needed. My only purpose for helping this man were to give him aid until he’d revealed something of importance to me. Delivery. There wasn’t even word of a large cargo entering Iwa to my knowledge – so staying with this man was something that deemed very dire to my instinct. My thoughts resonated in deliverance as my eyes came to capture with the old mans. Purple hues looked forth into his aged soul chillingly as he responded to me.

‘Well. Y’see. I just like helping out old people’ I said with a smile – hoping that the man had a sense of humor although I’d been lying through my teeth. Lying was the only way a man could cut out all the useless talking and cut straight to the point. Although my curiosity usually never go the best of me I couldn’t help but wonder where this shipment was being taken. My fingers tapped consecutively along the rim of the left handle as I mustered up the courage to ask him. He didn’t seem the type to rage out unlawfully anyway – but I’d keep my wits end just in case. ‘So. Who did you say this delivery was for exactly? Is it of some importance?’ My words fell forth like honey to the dew tree in this manifest of wisdom I’d stooped myself into believing. The only wise people in this world were the ones that never kept their eyes closed.

Feet dug through the dirt as we slowly but surely began to carry the cargo across the debris which littered the ground of Iwagakure. These lands were like my own personal home to me – and in a sense I couldn’t let any harm come to it. My kikai littered about my figure hesitantly trying their hardest to keep invisible to the naked eyes wandering about my silhouette. I could see the gates and the guards looking down the road at me and him as we dug out hearts into the ground hoping to find some comfort within the near future of this venture. My heart palpitated at paces unknown to the world at this time. Though my eyes remained distant as my mind kept keen upon the thoughts which made me who I was. I was awaiting his reply patiently hoping that he wouldn’t take offense to my intrusive words – hopefully they hadn’t found a soft spot in his metallic burgess.

[Messatsu!]

Age, age entailed a great many things, some of it good, some of it bad. But everyone knew, with the coming of age came growth, decay, and soon death, but between those stages of life, there was always something that transcended the material world, of which made decaying and death all the more sweet and worthwhile- wisdom. Wisdom, accumulated knowledge, erudition, and enlightenment, the trait of utilizing and applying knowledge and experience with common sense and insight. In this day of age, wisdom among the masses was a noteworthy scarcity, hidden deep beneath the desires of power and appetites of war, truly nothing more than a lost relic to the current generation.

The old man cracked a wry smile as the young shinobi laid claim to have helped him simply out of being aged. He wasn't too old, as follicles of black, unkempt hair continued to protrude from his scalp. Nevertheless this man was far from some old fool to have asininely believed that his age was all the incentive the boy had to help. A permeative silence hung over the two as the shipments wheels dug deep into the soils of Tsuchi no kuni, carving away at the distance that laid before them. The squeaking sound of hoary wheels became nothing more than a mere afterthought as the shinobi's tongue flit once more, his curiosity extending further and further - impudence.

"Heh, I never specifically said who is was for aside from a friend, and as for importance, it really depends on your moral values, so it maybe important but it may not be. For myself, its the most important thing in the world as of now."

The air about him stirred in a pot of seriousness as his pace of walking seemed accelerate despite his display of fatigue just moments ago, was it a mere push of motivation or nothing more than a well played ruse used to control the shinobi like a salient ventriloquist?

You're a curious young lad ya'know.

[chiatsuki]

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I squinted at the horizon as my pupils burned from the blazing sun. It’d look as if I were crying if I hadn’t wiped the crocodile tears off of my face every now and then as we kept our tread at a calm pace. An awkward silence was something I’d encountered very frequently in my life so when it happened now I’d reminded myself instantly to keep my cool. The course of the moment that we’d spent becoming silent amongst one another I’d take my right hand to stroke across the back of my hair. To the aged man to my left it would seem as if I’d simply made a childish gesture – one that many people saw of as useless yet attractive. The kikai that had formed a cloud of space around my being would have now made their way within the distant crevices of the wagon. Once within its bindings they would begin their search for anything suspicious; drugs, strange weapons, anything that deemed worthy of infiltrating the cargo.

Pulses of energy were the systematic way of how they spoke to me. They sent them through strands of chakra they used to connect themselves. A genius venue to take. Me and my kikai had perfected our communication through use of those simple wires – pulling along each strand of string as if they were notes upon a grand guitar. They were the notes and I were the guitarist. Like them – I too hungered for purpose amongst these decadent times where everything seemed so still and void of action. Ears opened to the mans’ words as his footing seemed to have changed. Although my pulse seemed to extract a different beat, for a moment’s notice in hesitation, I wouldn’t alter the expression masking my true feeling. I too would pick up my legs at a more decent speed. Maybe this man weren’t so old after all.

‘I asked because you hadn’t told me. I couldn’t just let you barge on out of here without an excuse could I..?’ I said with a slight smirk. Giving people a hard time was something I found rather boring. Gladly I’d kept a good amount of space between my words – otherwise I would have come off as nosey. My only concerns were the details being fed to me by my choir of kikai. The silence overshadowing them would buffer out as I’d begun to speak once more to him. ’I figure I wouldn’t give you a hard time either way old man. It’s much easier if I got the information myself by lending you a hand rather than stopping you in your tracks. It’s bad for joints y’see, and I was looking out for ya.’ I said in a tone wrapped in sarcastic features. My lie was not as adamant as his brute but I had confidence that I’d receive all I needed to know even before we reached Iwagakure's checkpoint.

I found it humorous that he’d commented on my curiosity. Sure – I was curious – but who wouldn’t’ be in such a case? Eyes of violent allured to the men guarding the countries borders – my fellow genin classmen from the academy. We’d all come a long way since then; especially me – the guy who was always trying to be ahead in life. It wasn’t enough that I was the bottom of my class at graduation. My soul edged for something greater than all of it – than all of this. ‘Well. We’re here. What now?’

[Messatsu!]

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we get to the border when I say we do niqqa.

The journey ahead was a long one, and gauging the pace of the journey thus far, it was nothing more tan smooth sailing. As the aged mans gait of travel quickened, his senses did as well, thrusting them wide open as a calculative mind grinded away, deducing the entire area around him in the simplest form possible. He could feel the energies and wellsprings of power of those around him, as he in turn, allowed them to feel his own,a sign of mutual respect, showing that he held no intentions of hostilely invading the spiritual essences of those that encircled him. It was as if the man had taken a rejuvenating sip from the mythical fountain of youth, everything about him screamed with vigor, but nothing physically evident that could have justified or even have explained the wave of complete freshness.

A quick sigh emanated from the mans lips as a quick, disappointing gaze momentarily fell upon the youth's sequence of gestures that were more so foreign to him. Little did the youth know is that all the while his Kikai were plundering through belongings that weren't theirs, the man caught wind of it all, even as the scurried along the wooden frame of his shipment wagon. The brunt of the shinobi's curiosity only reminded him of himself during his youthful years, however, those years were long gone, replacing youthful ignorance with matured wisdom. Before long something the shinobi said manifested itself as idiosyncrasy to his mind,

Well, we're here?

He must have been blind, the border was still quite some ways from here, a distance that could not have been achieved by mere seconds, nor minutes. If the boy had stopped, truly believing they'd even remotely reached the border, there was a possibility of being knocked over, or severely bumped as the aged man's gait faltered not even an inch. Quickly the lads claim became nothing more than a afterthought as The mans opportunity to speak presented itself in crystalline purity.

You a tad to curious for your own good lad. Aburame were more shy and quiet during my generation, heh, well I guess certain things around bound to change at some point or another. Nonetheless, its rude to haphazardly search through belongings that aren't your own....its dangerous.

His tone was gruff, yet, held a sense of true stringency, one that told countless warnings of a transcending power

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Kagaure Consumption reduction lvl 3

Kagura Shingan (Kagura Mind's Eye)
Rank: D, C, B, A, [ S ]
Type: Supplementary / Sensory Ninjutsu
Range: 0 - 50 meters
Special: When first learned, the Sensor can extend their Mind's Eye up to 10 meters in any direction. Each new rank extends the range by 10 more meters, for a maximum of 50 meters. Upon learing the 'S' ranked version, the user will no longer have to close their eyes nor form handseals to activate.
Description: Kagura Shingan is an advanced Sensory Ninjutsu technique used by all sensors, and serves as the root to the entire sensory tree. After a series of handseals, the sensor closes their eyes and uses their inate ability to detect chakra in order to determine the location of their opponent by the faintest of chakra trails, as well as discerning the size of an approaching unseen force, and even their chakra capacity.
Domain: Sensors

Kagura Tensai (Kagura's Eternal Horizon)
Rank: S + S + S
Type: Passive / Sensory Ninjutsu
Range: See special!
Special: Each time trained, the user's 'Kagura Shingan' range increases by 50 meters.
Description: Reserved only for the best of sensors with the finest of chakra molding, this allows their sensory to expand over vast distances, must more than most normal sensors could achieve.
Domain: Sensors. Kagura Shingan 'S'

[chiatsuki]

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It seems my fun would cease just after the old mans’ fulminating retort against my curious and ambitiously trivial perils. There hadn’t even been a moment where he had fallen victim to my defamations. I should have been more careful of undermining his intellect. It were as if a lump had lodged itself in my throat as he calmly gestured to my kikai. It’s as if a guitar had been banged upon the ground for a second – ending all of the notes being played in one giant abrupt bang.

Aside from the fact that my hands had begun to sweat from the exercise my eyes were beginning to shoot out as if I’d been punched in my gut. My kikai remained hesitantly within the cargo awaiting my signal – yet I had none to give at the moment. They would drift along with my body two meters to my right as I gave the old man some room. I had the intent he was possibly smuggling goods out of iwagakure – but maybe I was wrong – maybe this guy wasn’t even of importance.

‘I’m sorry for the trouble… I guess…’ I’d say awaiting my kikai to feed me the details of what they had found within the cargo. (That’s up to you, GM). If this man weren’t guilty of a crime then there was truly no reason for me to have helped him any further than what I had. I awaited the pieces of the puzzle to be brought forth into my ears in holy manifestation from the sub sequential entities bringing it all together.

[Messatsu!]

"Heh its fine, go on ahead, you'll find some interesting in there I'm, but whether or not its of importance to you is in itself entirely different."

Haphazardly had the kikai searched through the shipment of armaments, searching for odds and ends, only to find a plethora blades, projectiles, and even other weapons that swelled with power. They stood out like spilled blood on sheets of snow, a small black diamond the size of a simple marble that radiated with incessant pulses of black flames. Adjacent to the seemingly conflagrated diamond rested a pair of gloves, of which sound amplifiers lay within its center for constructive use, and lastly a golden ring that crackled with small bolts of lightning every few seconds. This was indeed no ordinary shipment of weapons.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised by your curiosity and suspicions either. I too was a shinobi just like yourself at one point. Trusting others immediately isn't something that is done very often if at all."

His voice grew calm and more genteel as his feet continued to carve away at the mounds of earth that stood before the two and Tsuchi no kuni's country border. His muscles swelled with steaming activity as deep steps and tracks of wheels marked his existence within the country itself, expanding for miles and miles, seemingly unending. Finally small truths began to see the light of the conversation, possibly keeping the shinobi's attention and wits intact...

"but what his reaction to it all would have been is beyond even the gods."

[chiatsuki]

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OOC; no more kikai for me. I'll rp this post from before the revamp but after this post ill just rp my revamped char.

OOC: shit post. Got a lot going on brotha.

My eyes stayed poignant upon the crate and its indecent exposures from within. My kikai had hurdled their way back to me – giving me piece by piece the information I’d been looking for. It were all but the signal I’d needed. Something were definitely peculiar about this individual – but it didn’t seem like he were the one behind all of these weapons being smuggled. He was probably just a messenger. My footwork would reposition me swiftly towards an angle at him – trying to catch up to him so that I could keep tagging along. I needed to find out more about this venture – but I would not let him know what I knew. All I needed to do was keep my story going – maybe he would stop treating me like some sort of detective.

‘Yeah. I’ve been known for being a little nosey im sorry. I just have never seen one of these things. I was told to accompany you in order to make sure your delivery gets to its location. I can’t have you out here carrying this giant load alone – there might be people waiting to take advantage of that..’

Just after saying that I’d place my hand upon the carts handle once more and begin to help the man push. Even if I were lying – I couldn’t let these weapons get into the wrong hands. . . I just needed to make sure the old man didn’t think I wasn’t looking out for him and only the goods. Truth be told I could have cared less about either of the two but thoughts of Akio would soon lift the shades around my cold heart. I too had a grandfather and it would make me feel shitty just allowing him to be attacked out in the middle of nowhere. Tresses of amber would soon ignite within my eyes as I peered towards the sun in the horizon dipping even lower into its shade.

‘So, where we headed grandpa?’

[Messatsu!]

The suns golden hues bathed everything within its ambit of warmth, coating everything in a sheet of gold as if Midas of Greece himself swooped through the countryside, touching anything within arms reach. Adding insult to injury the rays seemed to become hotter and hotter, biting away at the back of the old mans neck, setting forth a series of sighs that hinted away at his irritation. His pace remained unfaltering, even as the shinobi began to speak, apologizing for being a little curious. His apology was far from needed, but even still, he wouldn't stop him. He chuckled in response to his following words, ruminating upon his family back within the mountainous ravines of Kaminari.

"Haha Ya'know, you remind me of my grandson,
a curious and adventurous young lad, always willing to help others. I dont mind the company, this line of work gets pretty lonely at times....Hm. We're headed for Hi no kuni, out destination is there, located far south from the country's heart. Heh. if you stick it out all the way, a reward just might be in place."

His sandal covered feet continued to mar the earthen floor as the temperature grew significantly cooler, hinting away that the two had begun nearing hi no kuni whose heat was like a pleasant winter to those within the country of Tsuchi no kuni.

[Moved to Hi no kuni]

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[chiatsuki]

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That sternum look in my eye returned once more as the old man opened up. My nostrils flared once more after escaping the possible situation of being wrong. I cracked a smile at the old man as he complimented me on having similar looks to that of his grand son. A chuckle sung forth into the sky after hearing him. Our feet had clung together once more to create such majesty carrying the carts even upon the distances of the brim edge of hi no kuni. My chest flared out in majesty inhaling the calm wind and bellowing back a strong and bold gust giving me back strength in return.

As we entered a mist of humidity I’d begun to pick up a sweat. I’d allow my right hand to grasp at my shirt ripping it from my torso and latching it around my waist. Iwa had prepared me for the immense heat that any climate could lash out. My muscles ached only because I had not used them to this extent for a long time. Even my breathing had begun to change; gasping in more air than I truly needed at an exerted rate. ‘So. Who did you say these things were for again grandpa?’

My voice melancholy to the foreign wind that was about to procure around my being. I hadn’t really caught voice of his name – my mind stay strangled around the many artifacts I had been told of within the crate. Who needed such artillery? Maybe it were a sign of a war soon to come. Curious as I was I could not bring myself to voice my true concerns of this package – especially not to this man who seemed so humble.