Innate destruction

[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: f4f4f4; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ I continued to examine my newly healed body, which was all thanks to Blanche. I held out my arms, twisting them this way and that, marveling at how I could do so with little pain at all. Sure, they were ugly as hell, but I didn’t mind. It only served as a reminder for me--forever driving me further along, pushing me, giving me reason. I would never forget what had happened, and why I had been scarred. I knew, from then on, that these scars would only serve to bolster my ambition whenever it did wane. It wasn’t because I had been scarred that these marks would drive me, but why--in naivete and ignorance, a pathetic attempt to uphold what I believed in. Peace; even if death is the cost. Smiling lightly, I noticed Blanche initiating yet another medical technique. I recognized this one, as well, as it was one I’d used myself many times before. Nodding silently, I closed my eyes and allowed her to perform one last operation. It was then that I realized just how light-headed I had felt, and how exhausted; tired. Now, I felt as if I could take on the world, though I knew better than to move about too abruptly. Unfortunately, I knew Blanche was likely nearing my own levels of exhaustion simply from healing me. All the while, she reminded me that I had to rest, to restore my own chakra, and I nodded, relaxing my body and setting my head against the broken tree I leaned against. I felt tranquil. Calm. This was probably the result of the technique she had used before; the one I didn’t recognize as one I’d known. Hell, I’d never seen one like it used before. Perhaps it wasn’t something Konohagakure had known--and all the more reason for my own beliefs. That our self-segregation was beyond ignorant. That we were only hurting ourselves. But I knew, no matter what, that those beliefs wouldn’t falter, so I simply dismissed the thoughts before I got worked up. Though, thanks to Blanche, it didn’t seem I truly had the capacity to do so at the moment. ”Incredibly better. Thank you so much--but . . .” I scratched the back of my head. ”How could I repay you?” I asked, my ashen eyes falling curiously upon her. I wouldn’t rest easily until I did something to repay her, though nothing came to mind. Money simply couldn’t be put on a life, and even if it could, I didn’t have much. Still, I’d gladly give her everything I had. Though, I figured, there wasn’t much I could do that would truly live up to the value of life that she’d given me. Sighing, I could only wait to hear her response--hopefully, she wasn’t so modest as to think she didn’t need a reward for such an act. ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: --- › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: Assiah Fantasia First Movement Call Me Later - Mika Kobayashi

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His mood had gotten better- He was now quieter, and to say the very truth, it was the first time that she had used the technique so as far on someone else, as she knew she could have been destroying his brain cells or something, but as a test he seemed quite fine- Peaceful even, which is the effect that she wanted him to have. She had used it on herself many at time in the past, and it had aided her in her darkest hours- Some may have said that she was a coward from running away from such feelings but having felt so many prior to that technique, it was a godsend by her own talented hands. Looking at his scars again, she’d then look around at the environment- Which had been thoroughly trashed.

”Now rest before you return home or wherever you’re off to. My talent would be wasted on you if you were to just tire yourself out after this.” She’d tell him with a home truth, once again referring to the chakra loss point that she had spoken about. Blanche was currently not doing anything and simply sitting, so hopefully hers would reach full capacity in a few hours or a day or so- it was probably one of the strangest injuries she had seen on someone- His arms having been quite mutilated, but they were no problem now, only scars left behind from what was once there. ”….” in silence the two would sit, Kii probably thinking of the events that had just occurred with the Hachibi, and Blanche- Who knew?

[/b][/color] Of course I had already been pondering about what he could do to pay me back- Giving me the location to his village would be a lovely thing to do but then again at the same time he’d probably be taken aback by this since it was classified information- But I had saved his life- Oh what was I to ask for? I was kinder now, with more understanding towards this boy- If it had been anyone else, I would have demanded the location right left and centre. I would have- ”It’s fine.” this sudden outburst of mine surprised even myself, as I hadn’t even considered other means of repayment- He could have taught me something? Or maybe he could have just given me the location—I wasn’t sure rig- ”The location to your village would be lovely, but I am aware that hidden villages aren’t too kind on people that share such information.”.[/ul][/ul]

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[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: 333333; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ ”It’s fine,” she said, and I sighed. Unfortunately, that wasn’t quite what I was looking for. It most definitely was not fine; what she’d done for me was beyond repayment, and the lack of any form of such would be absolutely disrespectful, even at her own request. So, I knew that it wouldn’t be that simple, and I thought to protest. However, I didn’t want to come off as rude, simply denying what she’d said, but I was cut short before I began--she did ask something, though it was a request I found intriguing. This was a start, but part of me was reluctant to give her the information she requested, for a few reasons. It wasn’t as if I held any special loyalty to Konohagakure--at least, not any more than I felt loyal to the rest of the villages, or the world itself. And the thought of being branded as a traitor hadn’t even crossed my mind. But I had to wonder: why did she want to know? What purpose would it serve, and what would it lead to? Telling her wasn’t just telling her, I might as well have been announcing it to whoever she was loyal to. And that was where my concerns laid: would my doing so only end in conflict? So I smiled lightly, tilting my head to the side. ”Not to deny you that, or anything, but do you mind if I ask what you’d do with that information?” Hopefully she wouldn’t take it the wrong way. I wasn’t trying to be suspicious or nosy or anything like that, I just couldn’t help being concerned. Still, I wasn’t sure I could actually deny giving her the information. After all, the price I owed her was more than I could ever repay. ”Besides that, is that really enough?” Awaiting her response, I shifted all my weight to my side, setting my hand against the ground. Overcome with satisfaction, as I felt no pain charge through my body at the touch, I pushed off of the ground so that I could stand tall. Though I had no plans to overexert myself and disobey her command to rest, I couldn’t help but feel curious as to how it felt to move. And it was wonderful! It was as if I hadn’t done so in ages! I stretched my arms, pulling them across my chest and above my head, though I did so rather slowly. There was still no denying how exhausted I was, but my excitement and my will overcame my fatigue, if only momentarily. After a moment of excitement, I took a seat on top of the broken tree I had previously sat leaning against, sitting forward with my forearms on my knees. I’d probably have to rest for a whole day to feel fully revitalized, but that was better than never waking up again. ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea, and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: --- › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: He Films the Clouds Pt. 1 - Maybeshewill

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”but do you mind if I ask what you’d do with that informa-”
”I wish to meet your Hokage.
Nothing shady, trust me.”

It was a truth, and she actually wasn’t lying to him, which was the uncanny thing about it- She honestly wanted to meet with the village leader, probably for her own gain- Not to kill him or anything, that would be pretty harsh on a first meeting, right? Maybe he was a pretty neat guy. But not setting herself up to be disappointed by Kii, she wouldn’t really mind if she wasn’t given the location as it simply meant she could hunt for the village later on- Which wasn’t all that bad, as it passed he time that she spent so many hours wasting away. Her blue eyes meeting with his brown she’d keep them on him as she’d listen to him speak, her simple answer being all that was given upon her part for a little while, before her mouth opened once more, and sweet, sweet words descended upon his ears.

[/b][/color] I’d tell him with quite a smug look on my face but none that produced the look of spite or selfishness- I was simply going to accept whatever he was willing to give me in return for saving his life, so it wasn’t all that nasty of me to say that, right? Nodding my head slightly I’d look around at the destruction that was all around us for a minute or two, my lenses going over the large pieces of debris littered across the place, before looking back at the scars on his arms, and finally, on his white-haired head- Back to his face.[/ul][/ul]

Watching him step up and stand on his own two feet again seemed to give her at least a little bit of satisfaction from her duties as a medic- These were the few moments that made her glad that she had fallen in to this line of shinobi work all those years ago- To see both the faces of the patients themselves after they have been operated on, and the faces of the families- That of which she had lost- glad to see their loved ones back and healthy. Of course, she didn’t show this, but inside she was glad that he was able to at least show that he had the strength to lift himself up without falling down straight away- But he still needed further rest- If he went off like this, surely he’d fall, trip, and probably crack his head open on a rock or something which would require even more work to sort out- And maybe she wouldn’t be around the area at that time-

And then an idea sprung to mind..

[/u]? Have you got any interesting techniques?”[/b][/color] I’d ask, my tone craving new knowledge to ad to my already extensive collection. He had witnessed first hand one of the techniques I myself had created, formed years and years ago back when I was 18 and a half- I could recall the first time I had used it on myself- It was.. a breath of fresh air to me, really. Of course it had grown addicting to use such a technique although as time went on I found myself using it less, which was great for my chakra supply as it wasn’t being depleted from my own addictive attitude towards it. Of course- The both of us were low on chakra at the moment so if he could possibly write the technique down- I could learn it later on as I pleased- Perhaps. [/ul][/ul]

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[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: f4f4f4; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ Just meet the hokage? I thought, nodding, completely believing her. Looking back, I was still young . . . naive. I allowed her to finish whatever it was she was saying. In the mean time, I continued to nod, musing about the possibilities, and what it was that I wanted to do. But I really couldn’t think of anything that I could give at all, although I never was the best at deciding upon gifts of any sort . . . still, I’d find something. Tilting my head, I leaned it against my hand, supported on my knee, and tapped at my chin thoughtfully. It seemed something came to Blanche’s mind, and when she asked if I had any interesting techniques, I straightened my posture and scratched the back of my head. ”Well, I . . .” I trailed off, still pondering over all of the techniques I knew. I was a medic-nin, but I didn’t have anything that I knew was special. Not like the calming technique Blanche had used on me. I put a lot of time into it, and I felt like I had a certain mastery over the medical arts, but I mostly knew what I thought to be standard knowledge. ”I mostly only know standard medical techniques, but--oh!” I smashed the bottom of my fist into my palm, and my eyes lit up a bit. There was something! It wasn’t medical, to be exact, but the only people I knew capable of utilizing chakra in the way I did were medic-nin, anyways. Chakra-enhanced strength was a sort of medical specialty, due to the intense amount of chakra control both medical techniques and enhanced strength require. It had been a reaction, mostly. I developed the technique only recently, after my . . . encounter with the Hachibi. I hadn’t put it to practical use, yet, but I knew it worked. It was one of the first defensive technique I’d ever seen utilizing enhanced strength--at least, inherently defensive. All of the other Souin techniques were either offensive by nature or brought a certain amount of utility to the shinobi’s repetoire. Either way, it was a simple application of precise chakra control and the utilization of explosive chakra. Just like when a Souin practitioner strikes, releasing built up chakra at the exact necessary moment, this technique was an evolution of that. It released chakra constantly around the body in a thin layer, explosive, but invisible and subtle, protecting the user from all sides. It had happened as a sort of counter-measure to the Hachibi’s toxic-aura, though far too late to ever be used. ”Well, it’s not exactly medical, but uses chakra-enhanced strength. Judging by how you healed me, I bet you know some of it, right?” I asked, a bit excited to share my own knowledge. Still, we were both far too tired for me to teach her anything I knew, much less something that required constant chakra upkeep in order to utilize. ”Now, how to show you . . . ah, here we go,” I said, bending down and pulling a weed from the ground. I had just enough chakra left to use a simple technique without being fatally drained, so I pumped a bit of my chakra into the weed and began to pull. As I did, sterilized bandages formed, and I continued to pull until the weed was, instead, a meter of bandages. Then, ripping off a piece of the end, I set it against the log and began to write. ”This will have to do . . . “ ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: I guess this is how we should do it, since we’re really in no shape to actually train? Permission given to Apple to learn Tenreiki › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: Familiar Taste of Poison - Halestorm

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[OOC: Yeah! I was thinking of suggesting that, haha. I’ll learn it myself later on. Thanks, man!]

[/i] a medical one, but it was nonetheless useful to learn- Surely. And then- He’d seem to use the bandage technique that I was had used in the past in order to write down the technique on it- Quite a good idea really seeing as how the both of us weren’t in the best shape to really train, but it was expected of him to write it down, I’d gladly take it, and find out about the technique by asking him about it in a little while. In the meantime however, I’d watch as his hands glided over the bandage with an item, as ink began to form the details of the technique. The next time I saw him- I’d have to show it to him to make sure that I got it right.

So- As he wrote, what was there to speak about? For a few moments there was quite an awkward silence as pen touched paper and he wrote out the technique, and I could but wait in anticipation to see what he had written down. If it was a fake technique I’d be more than happy to kick his ass next time I saw him, but I trusted that he was actually writing down a real technique and that it wasn’t going to be some kind of fake. ”Pray tell- What does it do?” I’d ask with a slight tinge of curiosity in my voice, although the rest was covered with the same sense of jaded aura that I had about me- I was very curious as to what he was writing, though- Was it an A ranked technique? Or a lowly D rank? What qualities did it have? Only he knew at the moment, but soon I too would find out.

But my patience didn’t stretch that far- That’s’ why I asked.

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And so the two sat as she’d watch him write, soon sparking up a kind of conversation- It was a topic that he obviously wasn’t too keen on speaking about and she was fully aware of this, but she wanted to learn more about the beast that had destroyed this area so easily- Almost as if no effort whatsoever had been placed in it. ”Hey- The Hachibi- What did it look like?” I’d ask, wondering- ”I’ve never run in to a bijuu before so I can’t really tell how big they are but from what I’ve read- They’re abominations of chakra.” but that was all I could recall from my books- The Hachibi- An ox monster, that was all I could remember, the rest was unknown and forgotten to me, long learned before the great flash.

She had once feared shinobi that by now were of less power than she was- To her, she didn’t fear that many things at all- Simply the past coming back, and now, bijuu were added to the list- Or she wasn’t scared of them, but she wouldn’t really like to have a run in with one of them due to obvious reasons. This man was surely a skilled medic, and yet he had escaped with barely his life- If it wasn’t for her the Hachibi would have claimed another victim and she would have stumbled upon a corpse in this barren wasteland that was now an area in Kaminari no kuni. She wished to harness such power- It would be.. so.. luscious to be able to control such a feared, large being of chakra, correct? Such dark thoughts lurked within her mind for a few moments as her expression darkened to that of hers, but- It soon left moments after she would have seen him finishing up writing about the technique.
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[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: 333333; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ I continued to write the details of the technique I’d developed, quickly writing out instructions on training, development, usage, and more. It would take me a bit, as I put as much detail into the instructions as I could. Whether I was simply being obsessive or helpful, I don’t know, but I couldn’t help but want to write down everything I could about the technique I’d developed. Then, mid-way through, I remembered something, just before she spoke for the first time since I’d begun writing, and I’d turn to her for a moment. ”Hand me your map, will you?” I asked, fully intending to give her what it was she wanted. If I was branded a traitor for rewarding the savior of my life, then that was fine. If she handed the map to me, I’d give her a quick ”thanks,” and set it beside the bandage until I finished. Then, I’d promptly go back to writing, still listening to Blanche despite not looking to her. I’d answer her question without looking up from the paper. ”It’s a defensive technique--a sort of chakra armor, I guess you could say,” I struggled to accurately describe the technique, though I supposed that had done so rather simply. She’d probably understand what I meant by that, and the knowledge that it belonged to Souin alone. Still, the details I continued to write would explain everything, once I gave it to her. Once she asked about the Hachibi, I cringed a bit, but did not show the woman. Instead, I continued to write, and spoke once I’d gathered myself together. ”It . . . it was massive, at least 60 meters tall. It looked a lot like a cross between an ox and . . . an octopus, I suppose,” I explained, trying to keep the explanation as much about the universal facts as I could, and not about what had happened. ”When I touched it--threw it--simply doing so is what put me in the state I was in when you found me. It had an . . . an aura of chakra, is what I guessed. It just ate away at me in seconds.” I could talk about having been injured by the creature calmly, so long as I didn’t imagine why I had been injured in the first place. What I had been fighting for. I took the moment to help explain the technique I was giving to her. ”Actually, this technique was developed as a sort of . . . counter to that same ‘aura.’ A reversal, if you will--to protect, rather than to destroy.” Finally, I’d finish writing, completely oblivious to Blanche’s changing visage. Then, I’d take the map in hand, trace along it lightly with my finger, before stopping somewhere within the forests of Hi no Kuni. ”There you go, all done.” Smiling like a complete idiot, I handed her everything I'd written. ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea, and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: Awesome~ I feel awkward randomly giving him a pen, but . . . › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: The Sixth Station - New Japan Philharmonic

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Of course, by now, I had had many things duped off me- That fucking Axcel and his clone which stole my 10,000 Ryo by giving me a fake map- I had to get back at him- The need to kick his ass was too great! But, for Kii I’d take out my map and then hand it to him, it being bare of any locations at the moment- Konohagakure would be the first of the locations that I was attempting to gather, and I found it ironic- That I myself had duped this map of one of Kii’s fellow shinobi, but he wouldn’t be able to tell- It wasn’t as if maps had names and defining features. Of course, I guess you could personalize a map to your tastes but that would be pretty gay. Opening it up so that the geographical appearance of the shinobi world itself was visible, I’d train my eyes slowly over the place where Kusagakure once lay, before then pushing the map towards Kii, as my eyes now lingered over Hi no Kuni’s form, wondering where in the deep, lush forests the village itself lay. [/ul][/ul]

As Blanche looked over at Kii, she couldn’t help but wonder what power exactly the boy had- He had survived a bijuu attack, which she was sure not many could boast about, and as he explained the technique further and the description of the bijuu, he explained that he had thrown the monster, surely using souin as she was sure the style had the capability to allow users to pick up heavy things- Of course, a bijuu- She wasn’t sure if it was more of.. a spectral beast, or an actual solid one, but whatever it was, Kii must have had both no common sense, and a hell of a lot of guts to do what he had done, the scars to show it now on his arms, marked forever to remind him day after day of his run-in with the Hachibi. It was probably an unfortunate day, but Blanche was glad that she had arrived in Kaminari after the attack- She couldn’t be dealing with such things at the moment.

”You- Threw the Hachibi? Threw it?”

Not that she doubted him, she knew that it was probably possible, but the idea of throwing a bijuu seemed a bit strange surely, tossing such a powerful beast around the place as if it was some kind of game- Of course Kii hadn’t done so without there being consequences, but, really, he had thrown it? It was a strange concept to have to come to terms with. Octopus? What the hell was its creator thinking when it made the thing? She’d wonder, shaking her head- Bijuu were strange things, folklore as far as she knew, but recent events proved to her that they were real, and to say the truth, it was quite daunting to think so. But the technique- the technique he had created made sense- To make a barrier of chakra around oneself, you could easily protect yourself from harm. Unlike Yin healing wound destruction, this simply prevented any harm, full stop- As far as she could tell.

[/s] seeing as I needed one in this situation, and I would jot it down carefully with an X. With a grin on my face I’d then take my map back, fold it, and place it back on my being where I had removed it from moments ago. With that now done, I’d take the sheet of paper and fold it up, placing it in my pockets near my world map- When I was in a better shape, I’d learn it. Right now though, resting was the thing that I was focusing on most. ”Thank you- I might be seeing you in the near future, then.” I’d tell him with a content smirk having gotten the map- Of course I didn’t want to kill the Hokage or trash the village- it was just to gain contacts. ”But about the Hachibi- How many of you were there? Surely there wasn’t just you?” I’d ask, unaware that I had probably stepped in to sensitive territory- But that was just me. Although at the moment I had a bit more emotion than I had usually, that didn’t prevent me from being a bitch on accident.[/ul][/ul]

[/b][/color] KONOHAGAKURE marked on WORLD MAP
>> INFORMATION about TENREIKI[/ul]
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[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: f4f4f4; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ I wasn’t sure how else to describe the Bijuu itself. It was . . . well, it was a Bijuu. Big, full of chakra, destroying everything. I supposed, since I had seen it, it was easier to imagine as just “being a bijuu.” Truthfully, I hadn’t thought about what I said too much--or, rather, I tried to avoid thinking about it. So I hadn’t even realized I’d casually mentioned throwing the Bijuu, which made me seem foolish altogether. Of course, that was the case: I had been an utter fool, and I had been saved more than once because of it. First, by Masuerta, then by the samurai, and now by Blanche. So I chuckled awkwardly, smiling and scratching the back of my head in embarassment. ”Aha--yeah, threw it about thirty meters that way--” I pointed in the direction I’d lobbed the monster. ”I sorta lost it when I first saw . . . how many . . . people it killed,” I said, lowering my gaze and my hand as I cringed yet again at the thought. ”A-anyways, you’re welcome!” With that, I leaned back a bit, dusting my hands off and then using them to support my weight behind me. I looked to the sky, as if it could give me guidance; as if it could tell me how to answer Blanche. ‘Cause truthfully, I didn’t know how. Silence filled the space between us, stretched between the still air, as if it, too, awaited my response. Finally, I sighed, though I continued to look to the clouds above. ”No, it wasn’t just me. I’d come with a friend, but there were others, too. Eight, maybe, altogether. I’m not sure really, like I said, I sorta’ lost it.” I shrugged and looked down to her, my expression, surprisingly, one of apathy. This was something I just had to get over. ”One of them died, I watched him, because I couldn’t help him. Because I couldn’t even help myself,” I explained, looking down to my scarred limbs as a reminder, probably taking the conversation down a different route than had been intended. ”This place, right here--this black scar was a village. It was full of people; men, women, children. Lives, laughter, love. Happiness. Peace. But the Hachibi didn’t care about that.” Shaking my head, I looked out, passed Blanche and to the horizon. Where had Masuerta gone? Talking about what had happened reminded me that I’d come with him. Was he safe? Well, I was sure he was; I doubted he’d manage to find another bijuu [[ cough ]]. ”I was saved, first by my friend. Then, the samurai came and saved all of us that had been fighting the Bijuu, and now, by you.” ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: --- › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: All Through the Night - Emancipator

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”So you threw the Hachibi about thirty meters away?
Now that is a feat.”

[/i], I was impressed. Whatever bout of chakra-induced power which had overwhelmed him, I was sure that I was capable of doing but I was sure not to throw any bijuu away before I was sure that I had complete and utter resistance against whatever skin-burning aura that they had about them. I was unsure if all bijuu were the same, but now that I knew the basic concept of the Hachibi and what it could do- and in some way I craved it so. Looking at his arms once more I’d keep my sitting position and simply listen to him speak as he explained to me the situation which he had found himself in with the bijuu, and the people that were around there, as I attempted to play the scenario in my mind- Especially the part of him throwing the bijuu, which was quite.. unique an approach to defeating the beast.[/ul][/ul]

”One of them died, I watched him, because I couldn’t help him. Because I couldn’t even help myself,”

And now he seemed to fall in to the same pool of self-pity that many a person had travelled down in their lives- Even Blanche herself could remember days where she was barely clinging on to the will to live, but she had come over the things that had happened to her- Sort of. But- Her story was different to his- There was no bijuu included. ”If you did try, you’d just end up dead yourself, and the on the battlefield, you have to look out for yourself and others. There was nothing you could do for that situation and you cannot beat yourself up about it.” She’d say in the same slightly motherly yet stern tone that she had used a few minutes ago whilst healing him- Her view on life was as stern as her words, and she believed that if you wallowed in sadness, that’s all you were going to get out of it- If you just forgot as she done, it was much better. As he kept going on about it- It wasn’t as if she didn’t listen, but she could practically see him working himself up about it- And-

Ping!

Her index finger raising, she now standing up, it would hit against the flesh of his forehead ever so gently, snapping him back to reality.

Or at least to get him out of the slight sad rut that he had been digging himself in to for the past few moments. Of course, as he spoke about the village once more, but this time with less of a choked up effect to it- Which was probably due to the fact that she had healed him and he was more relaxed now, but, from what he was saying, he was true. Things will never be the same in the small village and people had died, but there was nothing you could do about it now. There was nothing anyone could do about it now. ”It’s gone. It’s true. But the people left will have to move on or nothing will happen.” speaking from her own personal point of view, the most important thing was moving on. If you lived with chains vividly on you, tying you down to whatever was left of the things that you missed and once loved, then you will be there forever. Only by moving on would the sun rise again and allow you new opportunities- In all truth Blanche hadn’t moved on at all- Her current persona a twisted difference from her kind, loving self at age 19, she had buried things- But, by forgetting she had moved on.

And now, Kii would have to do the same from his meeting with the bijuu.
After all, although he had scars, he couldn’t baww about the Hachibi forever.

[/b][/color] I’d tell him, trying to give him a better understanding that, even if it was just a hour or so after the Bijuu had finally left from solid form, he had lived- And although I was the one who ended up almost bringing him back to life, his friends and the samurai having saved him too, life was precious- And instead of wasting his days mourning losses and staying in a rut, he now needed to notice how lucky he was, and use that to his advantage. Sure, I sounded harsh, but, it was the truth.[/ul][/ul]
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[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: 333333; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ I wouldn’t look up at her. This was me being weak, this was me being a child. It wasn’t as if I was so prideful that I denied I had my weak spots, but it wasn’t a state I liked to be in after having just met a person. Despite it all, I knew I wasn’t invincible; wasn’t indestructible--and maybe this was something I needed. Still, I knew what Blanche said was true, even if it was hard to swallow. So I hid my eyes away from her, as if it could hide me. As if my gaze was a door into myself that I wanted to keep shut, to hide the fear and confusion. These emotions were childish, things I probably should have gotten rid of when I became a shinobi. Because I knew that feeling like this did nothing for me except hurt me, and even the people around me, and yet I continued to feel that way, because my heart was so certain that I could save everyone. I couldn’t. But, at the same time, my lack of indifference to death and conflict made me . . . well, me. It was what drove me, fueled me and my purposes. My ambition. It made me smile every day, and I took pride in my goals. Then, I looked wide-eyed up at her as she pressed her finger to my forehead, and somehow it was reassuring. Somehow, it lifted my heart up. Maybe it was the touch of another person, asserting that I was still here, and that there were still people to protect. Even if death wasn’t totally avoidable. Sighing, I wiped the saddened expression from my face and gave a weak smile. ’Guess I just have to fail sometimes, I thought. As long as I learn, it’ll be alright. I just can’t fall on my ass like this! The way she was talking, I almost felt like she was speaking from experience. As if those people she knew that would love to be here, like me, were close to her. Like she lost someone. But I wouldn’t bring it up, because recalling memories like that did more harm than good for her, and my learning about whatever painful past she might have didn’t really help anything, either. But pondering about Blanche’s past didn’t really help anything. ”I . . .” Pausing, I thought over what to say, and realized I was swimming in a tempest of emotions again. It seemed Blanche’s technique had worn off, whether it was because it served its purpose in a short amount of time, or because I had too many emotions flowing through me was uncertain. Still, somehow, I was more clam than I had been--probably a combination of Blanche’s healing, both physical and, well, mental. Unable to come up with exactly what I wanted to say except a single thing, I decided I’d just keep it simple: ”. . . Thanks. Again.” I nodded hard, to assert that I really understood what she said, and that I believed in those words, as well. ”I can’t just sit around and feel sorry for myself. Otherwise, I won’t be able to do anything for what’s left. I’ll make sure to cherish my time here.” I stood again, this time looking to the blue sky above. The white, puffy clouds were scattered about, almost like autumn leaves, but the sun managed to break through over the top of one cloud lined with gold. It almost seemed to reflect my current state, and I felt empowered, as if I had broken through my own barriers, as if I were shining, lined in golden light. But that was just my mind, over dramatizing my own feelings, but I felt empowered nonetheless. ”So, do you mind if I ask how you ended up here? I mean--it’s an odd place to be, especially if you weren’t coming here because of the Hachibi.” ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea, and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: --- › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: Feed the Machine - RED

[Apple]

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It seemed that my attempts to get him to think differently at the situation seemed to work to some kind of degree, and for that another smirk laced my lips ever so gently as I’d look at his scarred form- She’d have to leave soon- But not before finishing up her conversation with this guy. My role as a life coach was surely done with now that he seemed to change the subject- Or I was pretty sure my job as a life coach had been done- After all, he was being taught by me! And I was pretty amazing to say the very least. Looking at his white hair once more and wondering if it was some kind of illness that caused it or perhaps it was genetic, I’d then discard such thoughts as brain-rotting and listen as he’d pose quite an interesting question to me- The reason why I was here in Kaminari.[/ul][/ul]
”Oh- I travel.” would be the simple answer, said in not a monotone voice but one that didn’t seem excited nor bored- In the middle somewhere. She was travelling of course and she was hoping to find Kumogakure, but whether she had enough time to meet the Raikage was another question, so she decided not to speak about it- Not that she was up to anything strange or of ill intent of course. ”The shinobi war brought destruction to my village and as a result we’ve had to leave. For now.” The latter part surely suggesting that she was going to go back and rebuild, it was easy to say that she had quite some pride for her village- At the first speak of connections being linked back to the village being open, she’d be back.

”Was the Hachibi all that attracted you to this area? You’re a good distance from home.” I’d question, wondering. Did hidden villages have some kind of radio that people could pick up on which had spoke of the Hachibi being in Kaminari no kuni? She wasn’t too sure but there had to be some kind of thing that linked all of the people who had come to fight against it together, right? Crossing her arms she’d look at the sky above, it once having been risking dropping droplets of rain on her head, now it seemed at least a little bit more sunny. Not that she was happy- She preferred bleak weather, but it all depended on the situation, really.

[/i]- I’d feel quite.. put down, really. But as she and I wished to develop ourselves as excellent shinobi, the only way was to train, train train and learn more things. I knew a lot, but there was still a lot of room for improvement as far as my skills went. I was fully aware of this.
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[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: f4f4f4; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ So she’s just wandering, because she lost her home . . . I thought, thinking back to how I’d come across Konohagakure again after the war. Part of me felt a bit guilty, because although I wasn’t born in Konohagakure, it was still my home later in life, and I held no loyalties to it. It wasn’t that I particularly liked any place more than the other, or that I held some discontent about Konohagakure, but rather that serving as a Konoha-nin served to make my goals harder. I couldn’t help unite the villages as one--to help end the conflict, and to prevent any more wars like the previous--if my loyalties lied with one village. So I knew, eventually, I would have to leave them, even if it meant being branded as a traitor and being hunted. As long as I was strong enough, I could do it. Her question made me smirk a bit, almost mischievously. Frankly, my being in this place was entirely coincidental and a bit irresponsible of me. I’d just gotten swept up in the thirst for . . . adventure, I guess. Masuerta was the one who drove me to come out here in the first place. So I looked down at Blanche, rubbing at the back of my neck, embarrassed, and laughing. ”I was here on accident, actually. I was away from home, traveling with a friend, and we heard the Hachibi from quite a ways away, and managed to catch glimpse of it destroying this village,” I said, motioning to the ground we stood upon, where the village had been. ”And, well, you know the rest.” This time, I didn’t think about the lives that were lost, didn’t fall into the slump I had before. It was just a fact, nothing more. That was how I wanted to treat it, so that I could move on to save the countless remaining lives in the world. Sighing, I set my hands behind my head, interlocking them, and fell backwards, one leg raising into the air as I did. With a thump, I landed on the ground, head resting against my hands and a light smile on my face. The sun above had finally come out of its hiding place, and the world was brighter--more full of light. ”So what will you do now? Leave here, and wander some more?” ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: --- › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: I - Yiruma

[Apple]

[/i] but yet at the same time, had caused so much damage to these people- A small part of me found it to be beautiful- The other disagreed quite hastily as my eyes moved from the rubble on the floor back to Kii. [/ul][/ul]

”Well that’s lucky of you.” She’d say, sarcasm obviously lacing her words in regards to him passing by the bijuu on the way- Or had they been hunting it? she didn’t know for sure but ehh. Her arms shifting position once more so that they both rested on either side of my hips as she’d watch him fall to the earth once more, but this time assumingly on purpose and not on accident. She trusted her medical skills enough to not have him falling around the place when it wasn’t his choice to do so. His hands entwining with each other as golden rays poured down on the both of them, the weather had taken a turn once more, and the clouds had finally given way to some sun, which was nice in a way but, she wasn’t too fond of warm weather.

And then a question would be posed for her, which wouldn’t really require her to think all that much before replying. ”That’s usually how it goes.” She’d say with a slight smirk in her words- It was how it went after all. She’d arrive somewhere, plod about for a few days or perhaps a week, and then leave on to the next place. Some countries she had visited numerous times but she didn’t matter- It simply showed that she enjoyed visiting it, and when you had no stable home to go, the world was your oyster, really. Of course she could never join another village, that wasn’t like her- But right now, travelling was her life.

[/b][/color] I’d tell him with a light shrug to my words- Of course, I assumed that he’d be going back to his home village of Konohagakure- But there was one thing missing that she had noticed in his words and that he had spoke about; ”..Where did your friend go? Surely he would have stayed here with you if you had been so injured?” I’d ask with an inquisitive tone- Not because I wanted to hunt and slaughter him or anything- It was just I’d found this guy in such a bad state, and he had said that he had come here with a friend- surely he’d have noticed him in extremely poor health and had stayed with him? She wasn’t sure as she herself didn’t really have real friends she could see day-to-day any more due to her travelling, but- It seemed pretty low of him.[/ul][/ul][/justify][/blockquote]

[Kii!]

[atrb=style, background-color: 333333; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width, 480, true][atrb=cellpadding, 10px, true] —innate destruction “ I guessed I could understand the sort of life she had, then. Wandering, never really having any sort of set plan, yet with a bigger goal in heart. Hell, that was sort of how things were going with me now, and that was how I’d ended up so injured. Still, I had a place to return to, although I knew it wouldn’t be my home for much longer, if I wanted to fulfill my own goals. Until then, though, I did have a sort of agenda to attend to. Her question to me brought me to think of Masuerta again. There was no way for me to know where he’d gone for now, though I might take it upon myself to search for him once I’d recovered. That was still undecided, however--and until then, I’d need to sit still and regain my energy, and my chakra. But that brought me to the answer to Blanche’s question, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about that, too. I very well could have died because of the decision I’d made, and it was reckless. But, really, I hadn’t met him too long before. Sure, I referred to him as my friend, and he was, but there was no special bond aside from that of acquaintances. Perhaps in time, there would be, though not if I’d gotten myself killed. Either way, that was the reason I’d done so--I wasn’t his responsibility, and for him to have to go to such lengths for me was selfish of me. ”Well . . .” I said, looking out in the direction I’d seen Masuerta leave. ”He took me along with him, but eventually I slipped out on my own. I told him that I didn’t want him burdening himself because of my carelessness, though it seems I just burdened someone else . . .” I looked to Blanche, and I was sure she would understand that she was the one I was referring to. After all, since I’d took it upon myself to take care of what had happened to me, I’d been unable to, and Blanche had ended up doing so. ”Honestly . . . I’m not sure where he would have gone. Something tells me he probably didn’t go back to Konohagakure, though.” He wasn’t exactly the type to sit still, or take orders, so going to Konohagakure was probably the last thing he wanted to do. ”I don’t know, I’ll probably go find him, after I’ve rested,” I said, still looking out to the horizon. ”He’s pretty reckless, so he might get into trouble.” It was said in a light, playful manner, though it was true nonetheless. ” » and we're crashing like the waves in the sea, and we're movin' to your heart, this time « › Note: --- › Tagged: Apple! › Listening to: Blockhead - 11:35