Predicaments [Happy vs. Jonny]

[Jonny]

Ichirou Inuzuka

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Ichirou had been heading outside the gargantuan front gates of Kirigakure, seen only with all of his shinobi attire and weaponry, accompanied only by his fellow companion, Siku. His katana was sheathed on his left hip, his Wakizashi on the right. His 3 kunai packs were scattered, one on the rear sides of each hip, and the third clinging to the back waistline of his pants, hidden by his clothing, albeit still a noticeable bulge of black on his back.

But who was Siku? He was Ichirou's partner, bound by fate, blood, and pride. Together they grew up as toddlers, runts of their liter, albeit both firstborn. Ichirou was the first son of his parents who held roots in Kirigakure as descendants of the Inuzuka clan.

Moving further from the gates whilst straying down a long, curling trail surrounded by forests and wildlife, Ichirou was wearing a rather generic outfit. Black shinobi pants and footwear, along with a black sweatshirt were over his body, his Kirigakure headband tied around his neck, the plate facing frontwards. On his face were the fang-like markings of his clan, a way of showing their pride for the clan. At waist height Ichirou's dog, Siku, walked beside him. Wearing nothing but his natural black fur with unorthodox blue decorations, he was a figure hard to spot on this darkening night, with the trees blocking any rays of light from the village of Kirigakure behind him.

Now out of site, Ichirou and Siku were in a pitch dark forest, following a widely used trail. Would anyone else be coming their way? Ichirou sniffed the air, as Siku stayed close to his side, alert and staring in different directions as he heard bugs fly, frogs croaking, and trees swaying with the wind. He was stiff and rigid, Ichirou noticing his discomfort by looking at the scorn look on his face.

" I think we'll be safe tonight, Siku. Don't be so tense. Besides, we'll know if somethings comin' our way. These noses and ears can't be beat! "

Rubbing the back of his dogs head and it's ears, giving them a quick but rough scratch, he tried to cheer his friend up. Cause that's exactly what Siku was. He was not just some dog, this dog had only one owner, one reason to wake up, , one reason to fight, and one reason to die. Ichirou Inuzuka. With a small yipe the dog wagged his tail at the touch of his master, enjoying the scratch. They both began to grin, their jaws revealing the canines which worked perfectly for tearing into flesh of all kinds. Everything was good.

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[Happiness]

I had been resting on top of a tree as I was writing inside of my journal with my hair wild, and slightly rustling with the occasional breeze.  As I went over what had happened yesterday, I had missed an entry, and the majority of the day I slumped back into the tree and sighed. My day was rather boring and nothing interesting was going on, at all. With another sigh, I noted that someone was leaving the village. Coming toward my position, I noted the markings on his face.

"Inuzuka," I noted mentally before, throwing my book into the extra pouch I had for my book and pen. 

Closing my eyes and turning myself into a paper bird¹, I flew high into the sky. I tracked their movements carefully, always staying behind an extra few meters. When they stopped, and it was dark out, I had a very vague idea of where they were. But I landed, luckily, around a hundred meters from them. 

"Perfect, that gives me time," I also noted to myself, while I took a deep breath and gathered my chakra. When I built up enough I formed a string of hand seals, before the paper from my body flitted around and formed around is in a 50 meter radius². Sticking to the trees and the ground, it formed a building with an emblem of two wings above the door frame. Inside the building was a throne and a red carpet leading up to it, with lights all around. Smiling I sat in my throne and started whistling, hoping that the Inuzuka and his pup wouldn't be too oblivious to my actions.

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<sup>1 Serufu Hatoronshi no Kami (Self Crafting Paper Skill)
Rank: D
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Mid per transformation
This jutsu allows a Shikigami to transform themselves into paper. The Shikigami forces their chakra into the corresponding limb or area, transforming the flesh and bone into paper with strength comparable to steel. While this does pose some relatively high risks, the pay off is equally substantial. Due to the malleable nature of paper, the user is capable of transforming any morphed limb into whatever construct they desire.

Note: The user may convert their entire body into paper a maximum of five times per thread. However, the user may convert one appendage (and arm, leg, head, or the torso; converting two limbs at the same time will count as two separate usages) into paper a total of ten times per thread. Due to being able to transform themselves into paper at any point in time, all Shikigami are nearly impervious to non-elemental physical strikes, but are extremely susceptible to Suiton and Katon. Any and all Katon does a critical amount of damage on Shikigami, and when hit with the element they are unable to disperse and shift properly, even potentially lighting up in flames. Likewise, any and all Suiton reacts adhesively with the paper-infused chakra of the Shikigami body, thoroughly sticking the area the jutsu comes in contact with. It should be noted that Shikigami are not made of paper, but instead simply possess a genetic disorder which allows them to revert their entire bodies into such. When knocked unconscious or extremely exhausted and\or low on chakra, the user will revert to an immobile mound of paper.

2 Kami Gisou (Paper Camouflage)
Rank: D
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: 2
Chakra Consumption: Low (on top of base jutsu cost)
One of the Shikigami's most dangerous talents is their ability to create a battlefield in advance that directly resembles the outside world. This technique allows the user to cause his or her paper to change in a variety of ways, including different pigments and folds, in order to create optical illusions.

Note: This ability requires a series of handseals -or- the paper must be changed to a certain color/appearance while the user is creating it.</sup>

[Jonny]

Ichirou Inuzuka

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Winds and gales fluttered, the leaves dancing along in synchronization as Ichirou and his dog companion had took a pause in their journey. Everything was noisy and moving, especially the wind. However from a distance Ichirou thought he noticed something, and then a silence overcame the forest and wildlife in that direction. Even Siku looked in the direction, as if he were rather interested in what was going on over there. It sounded like leaves rustling slightly, albeit there were already leaves everywhere. But Siku began to nudge Ichirou, whimpering. He was trying to tell Ichirou he could hear something in that direction, something was almost calling to him. Taking a kneel and petting his dog, he put his right ear in the direction his dog Siku's faced.

" What is it you hear, Siku? Leaves again? "

Siku whimpered softly and shook his head left-to-right, disapproving of Ichirou's guess. Siku, being the actual dog, was much more sensitive to noise. He could hear a high-pitched noise, something many dogs would recognize. Ichirou and Siku were completely still and silent until his master finally picked up on the noise.

Whistling..? At this hour? Let's go check this out real quick, Siku. "

Moving in the direction of the whistling, it took Ichirou a moment to notice Siku still several paces behind him, his ears tucked down along with his tail. His head drooped low, a sort of cowardly look in his eyes.

" You're gonna let me go all alone? I thought you were a dog, not some pussy cat. It's just whistling, Siku. What's the worst that could happen? "

Holding out his hand towards his dog, he whimpered and then yelped, allowing a single loud bark to follow after that, a sort of shout-out that he wasn't going to let Ichirou go by himself, even though he had a bad feeling about this noise. Moving in the direction, Ichirou used his ears along with Siku's to guide themselves forth through the dark forest. Stumbling once or twice with Siku nudging him back up swiftly each time, he ventured forward for a little over two minutes before he could notice the whistling gettign much more loud and clear to his ears.

" We'll just see where it leads and investigate the noise. After that we can go hunt for something you can eat. How 'bout it? You with me? "

Siku smiled with his tongue out, giving Ichirou a look that meant for him to lead the way. Siku was good at watching his back, making sure nothing got the drop on him. Moving forward, it took a larger amount of time than before, but as they kept their casual walking pace, a structure of sorts revealed itself in the distance.

Approaching it from the front, Ichirou could hear the whistling much better now. Still due to the natural high-pitch, he couldn't discern the person's voice, therefore not their gender either. But from Ichirou's experience, whistling was a joyous gesture or means of expression. Not something people looking for or already in trouble would do. Right?

Reaching the door, Ichirou pushed it open without so much as a single knock or warning, he simply barged in, wanted or not. It was decorated with two large wings, not something he was used to seeing. What did it mean, exactly? Was this a special house where you needed an invitation? He didn't notice this place on his way through the path, and it wasn't known to him who resided within. Some squatters, maybe? Somebody from Kirigakure? Venturing inside, lights revealed a red carpet stretching straight forward towards a throne. Inside the building, sitting upon the throne was a female, one with long brown locks of hair. He had no idea who she was, but she had gotten his attention regardless.

" See, Siku? It's just a nice girl. So...what IS a person like you doing out here, whistling, all by yourself? You don't enjoy company? "

Standing just inside the doors, there was room between Ichirou and the female entity within. Breathing room, he would consider it, as he had just entered a house in a manner which could be considered illegal to some. He wasn't breaking in, however, as the door was able to be opened. It was still pretty conspicuous though, for her to be out her. Ichirou was rather confused and bewildered, as his dog Siku began to whimper lightly. He nudged Ichirou and tugged on his pants leg, gesturing for them to leave since it was seemingly nothing to be concerned with.

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[Happiness]

I could hear their rather rowdy pairs of footsteps as they finally neared my position. It was about time because my lips were getting rather dry. Licking them with my tongue, I pushed them together to take away the dryness. Grinning as such happened, my door was promptly blown backward and a blank expression crossed my face. The point was for the Inuzuka and his pup to show up, yes, but in such a rude manner? 

"Tsk, tsk." My tongue clicked, and I simply crossed my legs.

Sizing them up, I noted that the pup was whimpering at his master. Perhaps he could sense my somewhat malicious intent, or perhaps he was just wary of me. Should a demon be wary of an angel like the reciprocal would be true? I mused this over while rubbing my chin a bit, before I was brought back to the reality with the noise of the two talking to eachother.

He motioned toward me and called me a 'nice' lady. Snickering I decided now was the time to take the stage, so I stood up from my throne. Stretching I took note of the wonderful environment I had created for the event, proud of my heritage. Finally taking the time to look at him, I thought about every syllable that was about to leave my mouth.

"Yes, well, I am a rather nice lady. However, that's not why we're meeting here, like this," I said as I pointed my arms outward, indicating that I was referring to my rather beautiful creation. Though I wasn't speaking loudly, my anti-social side kicking in. The Inuzuka were known to be rather animalistic, so I had no doubt that his intelligence and mine were on two completely different scales. 

"You see, I've become rather bored with my life as of late. Testing my strength seems like something fun as of right now, especially against a wild beast." I finished, insulting him with the last of my words. Although I wasn't attempting to insult him it was rather simplistic because he is what he is; a beast. I didn't make any handseals or sudden movements, I was on the defensive for no. I had to gauge his abilities before I decided to do anything on my own front.

[Jonny]

Ichirou Inuzuka

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Ichirou could tell she had a bone to pick, she arose from her seat, a sign she was ready to start. But why? Her demeanor was insulting, referring to him as a wild beast. A beast? Yes. Wild? Certainly not. Ichirou was very much capable of being a civilized person, operating just as well as beast, but not wild. Before making his reply, Ichirou noticed Siku stopped tugging him away from her, and was now making a dead stare at her. A low growl uttered from his opened jaws, just barely loud enough for her to hear. With his teeth showing, he licked around them, as if cleaning them before use. A fresh blade made for an ever fresh kill.

” Yeah I know, Siku. Alright girl, I get it. I don’t really want to fight though. So…now what? It’s too generic for the beast to attack in cold blood. Don’t you think so too? “

Letting Siku do the intimidating, Ichirou decided it best to learn more about her before he did anything. She knew he was an Inuzuka already, so he might as well reserve that style of fighting, until he is sure it would be necessary. Still, he needed to watch after Siku as well. The dog seemed determined to bite her, not flinching or blinking, his movement even seemingly non-existent.

There was plenty of room inside to maneuver though, something Ichirou took positively. Being cramped up wasn’t his thing, not that he was claustrophobic. But anyone could tell you being free was better than being caged in, like a possession. Siku was one to gnaw on cages endlessly, even if his teeth were wearing down. He detested cages, even leashes. But, compared to most dogs and their owners, Ichirou had a lot more trust in Siku. But also, he held a lot more discipline towards him.

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