祭典 saijitsu ◤mini event⊿

[Ξ CHROME]

“…You’re fine.”

A voice finally came, stemming from the Medic as he turned his head momentarily to observe the goofy smirk on the Inuzuka’s visage. It had taken quite a while for Arate to even consider speaking to this rambunctious male but after hearing his multiple apologies, he could only assume that the clan member didn’t mean any harm. Nevertheless, he placed his elbow on the table, fingers resting against his forehead as he continued to listen to Goh’s extravagant introduction. He had heard faintly of the Inuzuka clan, ninja who specialized in the utilization of canine based jutsu ( hence explaining the rather wild transformation from earlier ). The fact that the white haired male was an expert in Taijutsu was a no-brainer coming from the fact that his chokehold from earlier was equivalent to getting stuck in a bear trap and his overall aspiration was to become the greatest ninja who ever lived, meshing perfectly with his boisterous and outspoken demeanor. Fame and fortune was something that many shinobi strove for and it wasn’t a surprise once Goh asked for Arate to reveal more about himself. Silence fell over the area once more before the male turned his head the Inuzuka’s direction with an unusual calmness about him.

“…So you’re part of the Inuzuka clan…”

A short pause.

“…One of your clan members was enrolled in the Academy at the same time I was. He specialized in Taijutsu too. He was one of the top students of my graduating class. During an exam, I was pitted against him and let’s just say he’s responsible as to why I’m blind in my right eye.”

The boy stated matter-of-factly, still maintaining that collected mood about him.

“When I saw you…change like that, it was as if I were looking at him again. Falling victim to that brute strength coupled with your appearance did a number on me, that’s why I was freaking out so much. That Taijutsu of yours is really something. I was never any good at that business, almost failed it during my Academy tests…Such power…”

The Medic nodded, waving his hand dismissively before speaking again.

“…I’m Arate Aokoshi. I’m a Medical Ninja who specializes in Genjutsu. I’ve been told that my choice of profession and specialization is silly, claiming that Genjutsu is the most useless of the three Arts. But I think otherwise. The potency of Genjutsu stems from one’s ingenuity and it possibly requires the most work out of the three Arts to utilize and perfect but once that happens, its power is devastating. And my aspirations?”

Another short pause.

“…I’m not sure. Fame and fortune don’t really appeal to me. I do want to research further into Medical Ninjutsu and especially Genjutsu. I may not be blessed with a blood line or be a member of an esteemed clan like you. Even so, I want my prowess in Genjutsu and Medical Ninja to be at levels to where that factor becomes negligible."

The boy widened his eyes, blinking stupidly before timidly shuffling in his seat.

“…Wow, I don’t talk this much to just anybody. This must mean something, huh?”

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"....."

The Inuzuka's face froze in mid-sentence, the details of a former Inuzuka clansmen once sparring with the strange new acquiantance surprising him. Just as the dark-skinned lad directed attention to the reasoning behind the lack of colour in his right eye, Goh would suddenly reminisce about the moment that had occured just not too long ago, when he remembered first seeing this weird attribute during his madness. However, even more so, the boy was blind, all due to the savageness of a fellow Inuzuka, giving further reasoning for his display of weakness previous to the conversation. The thought of Goh having to compensate on behalf of a clansman that he couldn't imagine doing so left him in a speechless state, an ear still focused on the boy's words. The mentioning of Goh's unbearable strength brought a brief smirk to his face, but he didn't want to appear too confident, so this emotion would only be temporary.

And then it came, "Arate Aokoshi", a name that Goh would have to imprint into his memory. From just the information alone, this boy would prove to be the first of his kind to meet the Inuzuka, his skills in this so called "Genjutsu" being something Goh preferred to deviate from during his training within the Ninja Academy. Pure speculation would force the Red Fang to believe that Arate substituted his lack of brawn with some form of excellence in Genjutsu, their opposition in abilities hopefully proving advantageous in the future. The mention of Medical skill would further this belief, Goh remembering the great intelligence that his mother possessed which lead to her profession as a Medic. This knowledge would be the very factor would enhance the boy's value to Goh, now believing that he had to protect his mother's honor by protecting this boy as well. Once he had finished his introduction, Goh's expression of seriousness would shift to ecstacy, now aware of what he had to do.   

"Hehehe, you're damn right this means something! Don't worry, kid. I may represent that reckless attitude that most Inuzuka clansmen possess, but as long as you are of importance to me, I won't lay a finger on ya'. I can promise ya' that!"

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[DAVID BOWE]

deducted Yets and BBF, arigato.

[Estilo]

°Tagged/( 艮あめ )°

Laughter ensued behind him after an unexpected compliment escaped the mouth of the newcomer. Atlas turned around to gaze upon the comedic, brushing away the strands of long red hair that dangled in front of his left eye, his right peering out through the slit on his white mask. It was then that the man declared himself an ANBU, and proceeded to give the carnival game a try. "Go for it." Atlas would reply, grunting with his amusement and taking another drag of his cigarette as he watched.

The man's throw was quite exceptional, and he'd hit the target with such force that a low thud rung through the air, followed by the girl-like shriek of a man being dumped in cold water. The stranger would crow about, clearly proud of his achievement. "Not bad." Atlas would admit with a toothy smile. "But I picked up one hell of an eye for accuracy during the war, you know." He would edge forward to grab a baseball of the counter and toss it into the air. "Let's see if Atlas can't trump your little win, eh?"

He swiped the ball out of the air with one hand, and flicked his cigarette to the ground with the other, stomping the tobacco out with the sole of his boot. Then, in a relaxed stride of steps, he would move away six meters and abruptly spin around. He threw the ball right when the poor fool who had volunteered for the Dunk 'Em game had repositioned himself over the tub of water. Another girl-like shriek cut through the night air, and was yet again followed by the satisfying splash of H2O.

"Ha ha!" He would laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. "Six meters throw! I'm surprised I've still got it in me, really." He would walk back towards the counter and throw the man a glance.

"Still up for the challenge, ANBU?"

[◤ velocissimo ⊿]

The Aburame approved of the Shikigami’s actions. Honestly the young Raikage hadn’t foreseen this warriors actions. For they were quite impressive. As the saying goes, the little things go miles when trying to impress. So because the Raikage commended such actions, a feeble expression of friendliness loomed upon Shouta’s pleasant visage. Raven oculars still gingerly gaze at the Shikigami. Bendable rims of fuchsia hues disunite as tenors materialize into the air currents. “Its fine Durius, we all make feeble mistakes.” The Raikage retaliated while those murky orbs gazed the domain before continuing. “Come, we’ll converse over tea.”

Gradual advancements started towards the nearest tea house. Shouta imagined Durius shadowed the Raikage’s feeble footsteps. Once attaining the targeted destination the Aburame warrior sat upon a bench. The tea store was an outside establishment. Where citizens and shinobi alike could savor their liquid while gazing upon the scenery. Shouta easily supposed Durius also sat and as such, the Raikage once again gazed upon the warrior. The Aburame anticipated a servant to hastily take their order however Shouta maintained communication with Durius. Intonations slipping through Shouta’s dove-like rims.

“So, enlighten me on your capabilities Durius. What should I perceive about you?”

ooc -- tagged Charlatan.

[Ξ CHROME]

“I see.”

The boy commented, a bit surprised that the Inuzuka was taking so well to him. Just a few minutes ago, the crazy beast was out to kill him all because his horrific breath almost burned the youth’s eyebrows off. Now, the guy was swearing that as long as Arate was of importance ( and utility ), no harm would fall over the young Medic. The Genin blinked his eyes, his left hand sliding over the tabletop’s slick surface. The gray printed headband tied to his left wrist produced a bit of noise, a soft jingling sound made as the male retracted his hand.

“Well, I guess that’s to say that we’re considered friends right? Unfortunately, I don’t think you can promise that you won’t lay a finger on me.”

A short pause.

“You spoke of you wanting to be the greatest shinobi in history, right? I could help with that. Personally, sparring is the best way for me to improve. I may not like it but I’ll grown into it soon enough and personally, getting pitted against you would definitely get me out of that rut. You may not have seen my abilities but…”

The younger male paused again.

"Eh, I'll leave that up to your own judgment should you accept."

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".....Friends?....."

 

A word that Goh seemed to lack knowledge in, something he hadn't truly experienced with another human in a long time. To him, Hanyo was a father-figure and mentor rather than a friend, and his mother was his mother. Those of the Shirokiba wolf tribe, such as Genku and Raishin, Goh wouldn't dare mention them in the same light as an ally, the canines being thought of as family than anything else. The title "friend" would be a loose term for the Inuzuka, allowing the bond to occur as the boy poked at the fact that he still didn't trust Goh's temper, but the Goh would only chuckle at this, disregarding it due to his previous actions. The display of cowardice Arate showed earlier would be the main factor that didn't impress the Red Fang, fearing the fact that he would seek assistance from someone who couldn't hold their own in the future. If anything, the molding of this new acquiantance into a valiant young shinobi would be top priority for the Inuzuka, praying that Arate would do the same for him. 

Upon mentioning the word "sparring", a devilish smirk would appear on Goh's face, an activity that Goh actually enjoyed. However, when Goh would spar, it would normally be with someone of similar fighting capabilities, such as Raishin or Hanyo. The power struggle exibited earlier by the young Genjutsu prodigy would prove to Goh that he doesn't have what it takes to stand toe-to-toe with him physically in a match, but nonetheless, the wild Inuzuka clansman could never decline such a challenge. 

"Sparring, ehh? I'm not sure if you got what it takes to handle what I'm gonna throw at ya' kid, but I'm guessing you got some secrets of your own, too. I guess what I'm trying to say is.....you got a deal! "

Goh would thrust his hand outward towards Arate, his fingers stretched wide and his palm awaiting the arrival of Arate's. The same cheesy expression that Goh displayed when he was ecstatic about a challenge would be revealed once again, Raishin lifting his head from relaxation to witness the historic agreement take place. This boy "Arate" would be something special, the first of many in the shinobi world to obtain Goh's friendship willingly. Goh's mind diverted from the attention of food, whether or not the boy would accept or decline the handshake, three bowls of steaming ramen would be set aside to the two warriors, each recieving exactly what they ordered.

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[Ξ CHROME]

Arate assumed that the mention of sparring would instantly capture the Inuzuka’s attention and coupled with his evil grin and cocky comment, the Taijutsu specialist certainly felt confident that the boy wouldn’t have any chance of countering any of his maneuvers. True, the Medic had fallen victim to Goh’s overbearing physical strength before but that’s not to say that a spar would come to the same end result. No, it’d be much more different, especially since Arate was now aware of the white haired male’s prowess and the feral being didn’t seem to have a clue as to what Genjutsu consisted of, at least in its fine mechanics. The youth gave a short smile, a little bit amused by the Inuzuka’s quickness to accept.

“We’ll see.”

He commented, exchanging a firm handshake with the clansman before turning his attention to the clatter of silverware upon the table’s smooth surface. Situating himself before eating, the male was aware of his table manners by taking appropriately sized bites of the food before chewing. If he had to take a guess, he would expect for the older male next to him to simply begin to scarf down the cooked meal as quickly as possible and the Medic was ready for the occasional noodle or piece of beef to come hurdling his way. With food still in his mouth, the boy only saw it sensible to place a dark skinned hand over his mouth before he spoke:

“…This is actually pretty good…And you sure are confident that this spar we’re going to have is going to be one sided…”

The Medic commented, eyes lowering.

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"Damn right we'll see!!!"

 

The confidence of proving to the new ally that his Taijutsu was one to be feared would widen the smile upon his face, the sudden aroma of fresh ramen attracting his attention. His eyes would bulge once again with intensity, a single nostril sniffing the air as his head followed the scent. A simple gaze in front of him and he would discover the dual bowls of beef ramen awaiting him. Unable to wait any longer, the Inuzuka would begin his aggressive feast. 

"Hehehe, chow time!"

The food bringer's face would become delighted due to the fact that Arate had accepted his food graciously and began eating with etiquette, but this emotion would soon transform, becoming that of disgust and shock as he witnessed Goh engulf himself in the gang of noodles. Just as most would suspect, the wild clansman would digest the bowls of noodles like liquid, the food becoming nonexistent in seconds. Furthered discomfort would overcome nearby restaurant employees and guests as they would witness Goh devour the food with his bare hands. Arate's comment about the future sparring lesson would be temporarily ignored, the Inuzuka too focused on defeating the nemesis known as "hunger". Not too much time would pass and Goh would already be finished, his index finger picking at the remains in his mouth as he released a forceful belch.

"Mmm!!! You're right, that was good! And don't worry, kid, I plan to throw everything I got at ya', and I hope you do the same!"

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[Big Black Fish]

I sensed a slight annoyance in the one who introduced herself as Hayline Lia. It was possible that my overbearing comfortability through the intoxication of alcohol irritated her so much in fact that she would refuse to speak to me, or she would endure through it with affliction to herself throughout the entire conversation. I preferred not to subject this girl to either and made it a part of my best effort to sober myself through the duration of our interaction. I too would protest to speak to a verbally incompetent man or woman whom proved nothing more than an uneducated ruffian looking for a conversation that attained very little substance in its context; for that reason alone I would refute the contingency that I had possibly conveyed such a level of incompetence.

"My loyalty belongs to Kumogakure, and my loyalty embodies my heart and soul. There is nothing more a part of my nature than Kumogakure, so to see such jubilation –regardless if it is but a temporary conception –it overwhelms me with the idea that prosperity can and will return to our Nation once again."

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A genuine statement nonetheless. I had invested a great portion of my life, if not the entirety of it, into this Country and Village. It became a part of my proclivity to live for the will of Kumogakure and could only stand to survive another day if She would survive alongside me. To see the semblance of rejuvenation in this slight circumstance provided hope. Though I wasn't naive, for I recognized the fact that this carnival was only but a rekindling of our happiness that I could guess to soon fade, but the vitality of the city was alive; that was no guessing matter. With vitality brings forth life, and if the citizens reestablish their vitality once more, the flow of the Village will once again rush its vivacious waters to defeat the disheartening dam that the magnitude of death brought about in consequence of the War.

"Yes, it is clear Kumogakure will land on Her feet; but I wonder, Lia: How far is the fall?"

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ooc - Was waiting for Uyeda but patience eluded me.

[vegapunk]

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[/color][/i] Satomi said to himself quietly as he brushed past only what he could presume was a new couple. With their arms locked staring deep into each others eyes eagerly Satomi looked and small grin crept across his face, how cute.

If the Raikage had wanted people to meet and greet then this was the perfect idea. Satomi had ever seen so much of the village in a single place. The shops in the village would be booming with activity which can only be a good thing after a crippling war. Shifting to his side as he passed through the crowds he stopped at a certain stand which had caught his eye. There was a crowd surrounded by a small stand where laughter and chatting soon erupted. Satomi took another long drag of his cigarette and changed his course cutting across the heavy crowd towards the stand. As he reached the outside of the crowd he tried to peer through to see what was so exciting. Between the gap of two women he could see a small kid with three balls in right hand. Inside the stand was three rotating bottles which turned at a steady pace. With his tongue hanging out to his side the young boy snapped his arm back grabbing one of the balls from his right placing it in his left and cocked his wrist throwing the ball in the direction of the bottle. With moderate speed the ball flew and hit one of the bottles. The crowd surrounding the stand started to cheer as he turned and bowed. "That kids got a good arm on him! He could only be what? half my age." Satomi said to himself quietly. Satomi started to clap the young boy following the lead of the rest of the crowd. He was genuinely impressed.

However, Satomi was interested in meeting other shinobi and went to look for a stand or shop that wasn't overly busy where he could get at least his head through the door. Making his way back through the crowd he bumped and moved his way to the nearest place. Seeing a table outside moved quickly to secure it. The old wooden table had high stools which Satomi leaped up onto over the back. With an ash tray centered on the table he took a last single drag of his cigarette and then put it out within a fizzle. He looked around eagerly to see if he could spot anyone he knew. In the mean time thought he way order some food or drink as he browsed what was on offer as a small pamphlet was given to him by a nice blonde lady.[/ul]

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[Ξ CHROME]

Just as Arate expected, the older male offered a quick remark to his previous statement and then even had the audacity to eat in the crazed manner he did. Random noodles and pieces of beef flew in all directions and the boy looked towards the Inuzuka with wide eyes. Never before had he seen someone eat like THAT before and if the Medic didn’t know any better, the clansman was eating as if he hadn’t eaten in DAYS.

“Goh, you need to calm down – “

His comment was cut short once the white haired male belched directly in the Medic’s face and the boy’s form was overcome with a horrific stank. His face crinkled, eyes squinting and watering as his nostrils burned from taking in such an overwhelming scent. In his confusion, the male clasped his hands over his nose and mouth, muffled screams of woe coming from the covered orifice, that is, until the Medic fell out of his seat and onto the earthy floor. Even then, he continued to squirm on the ground, still in a slight crazed fit. And all this time, he still couldn’t believe that the Inuzuka did what he had just done…No longer would he be able to enjoy the modest dish he had ordered for the boy’s senses of smell and taste had become temporarily demolished.

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[KID GAMBINO.]

*twitch*

 

His left eye uncontrollably twitching with a psychotic expression upon his face, Goh would once again feel the boiling rage that he had hidden earlier make an epic return, this time revealing itself much faster than before. Instead of entering his animalistic state like he had did last time, Goh would grow impatient, too enraged to decide upon the best method of tormenting this new ally. He would kneel upon the ground, the golden colour in his irises burning ferociously with murderous intent. Without hesitation, the clawed appendage would shoot forth from the Inuzuka's body, grabbing hold of the stunned lad's collar once again. With a sweeping thrust upward, Goh would lift Arate effortlessly, placing his body vertically against the wall as the only reason that he remained suspended would be due to Goh's freakish strength. A single hand holding Arate a few foot or so above the ground, Goh's fangs would become present again as he stared into the disgusted lad's pupils.

"Alright kid, I've had it with you! We'll settle this sparring match for sure, and I won't hesitate to knock your ass into another country when we do!"

The seriousness defined on Goh's face would force Raishin to take affirmative action, leaping from it's relaxed position to bite the Inuzuka's clothing with concern, pulling relentlessly to obtain his attention. However, the canine's efforts would prove futile, Goh's motivation undisturbed.

"You want this sparring match so bad, huh?!? Well, you got it! Meet me at the Shikon-no-Inuraiu dojo one month from now, and I'll really give you a reason to be on the floor!!!"

The Red Fang's deadly grip would loosen, the boy eventually descending to ground once again. Upon releasing Arate, Goh would turn his vicious gaze towards the station's clerk, retrieving a handfull of ryo from his clothing and slamming it upon the counter, the ramen bowls shaking with fear as a result. Seconds later would depict the Inuzuka's exit, a final glance at Arate would imprint his image into his brain, waiting for the day to beat the disgusted look straight from his face. The flaps that concealed the inner workings would fly open, Goh rushing vigorously to remove himself from the festival area, with Raishin following closely behind. Surely enough, the relationship between the two shinobi would mature, one way or another.

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[Closed Interaction - Arate Only]

[Ξ CHROME]

…?!

The boy’s eyes widened once he had seen that the Inuzuka was less than pleased with his reaction to his rather raunchy burp. Before the Medic could scramble to his legs and high tail it, he felt himself become effortlessly lifted off of the ground once again, those sharp claws of the Inuzuka digging into his chest. With a yelp after he was brutally slammed into the stall’s walls, the youth could only listen to the venomous words that panged his chest and just as quickly as he was assaulted, he was released. Hitting the ground with a soft plop, the boy murmured in dismay to himself, eyeing the retreating clan member with a cocked eyebrow.

“…What the hell is he supposed to expect if you go around people smelling like garbage…?”

The male stated, more to himself than anyone else.

“…Well, I hope he wasn’t too mad.”

Upsetting a possible friend didn’t really go well with the fledging Genin and he saw it fit to return to his seat to finish off the remains of the dish that he had ordered earlier. Not much time passed before he completed his dinner and after a short amount of gratitude was displayed to the cooks, the Medic saw it fit to return to his quarters.

“…One month huh? I guess that means I better get started…”

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[Bombshell]

Centimeters of Ether, I'm Heatin' This Speaker,

Light as a feather when I'm floatin through.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020;] In a place that was ravaged by war recently, I was more or less stunned to see how easily these people could come together to have a good time. It was a spetacular well worth the bewilderment. Twinkling lights lit the gloom away, the smell of intuitively crafted dishes would tickle my nostrils as I took gaping wafts of their scent. The whole atmosphere was a little overwhelming for my taste. However, I had to admit, this Shouta guy was had one hell of a noggin sitting ontop of those glorified shoulders. This was exactly what the village needed. It was a good feeling to witness the fervent faces of the citizens if Kumogakure, and it gave me a sudden spike of pride for my Village; as if it wasn't big enough. I looked around, scoping out the hottest women I would never dare to talk, and simply lusted over their perfection. Oh, how I loved women, but getting that across to them seemed an impossible task for me. Shrugging off the sorrow that resonated from those thoughts, trying to keep a giddy attitude about the things , I quickly sped up my pace, with only my nose as my guide. I arrived at an intriuging restaurant, which specialized in different assortments of ramen. Oh how I loved me some ramen. Quickly scanning through the choices, I finally settled for a simple bowl of Beef flavored ramen, with various assortments of stewed vegetables included. I hand over 350 ryo for the bowl. "I'll take your Beef Ramen please, and as for the contents, how's about you suprise me" I took the soup, and graceously nodded as I horded globs of the delicious noodles in my mouth. It scolded my tounge; however it didn't phase me, as the ramen was just that good. It had been a long time since I chowed down on any food comparable to my mother's. I wouldn't dare let that slither of knowledge slip out, as my mom would surely have my head for such slanderous talk of her food. I chuckled at my thought, as I was more or less unaware of the people around me. The sole purpose for the festival was for the Shinobi to get to know eachother, however, I wasn't intrested in meeting anyone. Regardless, there were people out there intent on meeting me.

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