The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
Another day, another chance to laze about; at least that is what Aneun would have liked to do. For reasons unknown to him, he'd been summoned to the training grounds by the Hokage of all people. Unlike his usual self, Aneun arrived early onto the site in preparation his appointment. While he would normally arrive to such occasions late, he thought it best not to keep the Hokage waiting.
Stepping out from the shadow of the trees surrounding the training grounds, he walked toward the center as it seemed the general area where a meeting might take place, at least in his mind he thought it did. He was dressed in his usual casual attire consisting of pale lavender sneakers and short sleeved shirt along with black jeans and cardigan. As he walked toward the stream, he scoured the area for signs of the Hokage. The expansive field measured many meters in diameter with a singular stream running down its center. Aside from the occasional tree or boulder and a small collection of vertically placed wooden logs near the edge, the area was mostly empty.
Without delay as he came upon the stream did he take a seat upon a nearby boulder; eyes focused immediately on the cloud and blazing sun above. "aaaaaaahy am I here?" he said in a bored manner.
"There has been talk that you've been insubordinate. . . ahh, I forgot your name, what was it?" I had of course been there already, simply not making myself known - standing approximately fifteen meters ahead of him, previously behind a tree. As I walked out into the open quickly - my cape whipping around to join me, my finger falling upon my chin as I got lost in thought a moment. "I suppose it actually doesn't matter who you are or rather whatever your name is. After-all, you're just a Genin."
Though I had supposed it was my job to completely and utterly crush one of my fledgling children, the much more attractive decision was to have a bit of entertainment first. My body weight shifted as I swung my hands forward, my digits manipulating into those familiar signs within an eye blink. Several shuriken shot forth from my own body toward the Genin, on an obvious crash course with his own torso.
Post by Chomachi Akimichi on Aug 6, 2015 9:15:58 GMT -8
Chomachi Akimichi made his way to the training grounds as he had typically done in order to get his daily training in. He had not expected to find the scene laid out before him. Was the Hokage really hosting a private lesson? The notion interesting as it was, was something he would indeed have to watch. After all it would have been rude for him to interfere as he propped himself up on the wooden railing of the bridge that was used to get to these parts.
A bag of his favorite salt and lime flavored potato chips already open, as a snack to the training grounds, in hand. The lad would reach in and grab a single chip as his eyes nearly missed the launching of the Shuriken at the kid on the rock. So many different things could have been done to avoid or even block an attack like that and Chomachi was very interested on what his comrade would do. It would be on that thought that the chip would end up being placed on his tongue. The salt and lime flavoring bringing a sourish yet exciting kick of flavor into his own mouth.
The rotund size of the youth separated him from the more slender shinobi of Konoha, It marked him as part of the Akimichi clan, just as the red symbol did upon the shirt he wore under the short-sleeved olive jacket. His leaf headband would be worn like a skull cap, hiding the dark dirty blond hair that covered his head. Both the lads ears were pierced with little loop earings. The gloves covering up the marks of his daily training coated lightly by the crumbs of of his snack in hand. Shorts would show of the lads well formed and thick calves and the standard open toed shoes would don his feet. He of course did have a ninja pouch on his right leg and another tucked away behind him on his hip, but whether or not they actually contained weapons was yet to be seen.
No sooner had Aneun taken his seat upon the stream-side boulder had a voice interrupted his peace. Looking toward the general direction of the unknown guest, he would discover it to be none other than the Hokage himself. While he had believed this to be a peaceful interaction, it would be anything but as he watched his would-be leader leap into hostility.
Faster than his eyes could track did his attacker piece together seals and set forth shuriken, albeit strange ones flying toward him. With his late reaction and the unexpected nature of the strike, Aneun could only watch as the shuriken flew straight and true. The paper shuriken piercing into his flesh as blood splattered for-- poof!; the once handsome Geninn was no more. His being replaced by one of the logs situated within the field while the original had taken shelter behind the boulder which he once sat upon.
"You're right. Its not important." He said as his own hands flew into the all familiar signs for his retribution. Upon completion of his seals, Aneun bolted out from behind the rock and toward the Hokage; his own creation already on its way. The intensity of the sun above seemingly magnifying as the once stationary orb now plummeted toward the Hokage as a massive ball of fire.
My body reacted even before my mind could, spinning like a top into a whirling diamond-shape, as it moved toward the Genin whom seemed to be well versed on some level. Unfortunately, there was only one point in which I could believe that the sun was indeed coming upon me and it was only if I could myself enter a state of suspension of belief. That is, I knew as Hokage that this individual was nothing more than Genin and his mastery was limited - this was no true sun regardless of the heat in which I felt. So I abandoned any notion of care, the only part of my body which hadn't fit snuggly into my diamond shape - my hands, pressing forward on two separate string of seals.
Kai. Yes, this was indeed a Genjutsu - something illusory, this boy had no power to conjure a sun in no time at all. Running and trickery would be his forte, but he'd find himself hard-pressed to be able to continue his doings under my own assault. Thousands of pieces of paper spilled from my spinning frame - I was still approaching him mind you, and seeking to buffet his flesh as I held it's final seal. Of course, while I had no intention of actually killing the child, a lesson in respect was in order. Perhaps maiming would be enough. An arm? He'd have to study one-handed seals then. .
Aneun knew full well the caliber of individual he faced; he was the Hokage after all however, he refused to be bossed around by him of all people. Perhaps one of the few people in Konoha whom he disliked on a very personal level. Though his Genjutsu did not send his foe into a state of panic, it served its purpose well enough. A mere precursor to the next chain of events and, although brief, disrupted the flow of the Hokage by forcing the usage of the universal Kai.
With utmost haste as he noticed his foe approach did Aneun halt his charge and begin taking several hops backwards to create some distance and draw out time for the first illusion to be dispelled as is the course all foes take when against a Genjutsu user. Simultaneously as the first illusion dissipated did Aneun spin his own body akin to what the Hokage had done. His form however, would not transform as the Kage did and instead dispersed into a multitude of rainbow colored butterfly's. Even this elaborate show however, was all but an illusion.
Even before he spun his body, Aneun's visage was concealed by fantasy with his real body displaced eight meters behind the Hokage; uncanny speed not uncommon among Shinobi making this possible. The moment he'd arrived at his destination did his digits flow into a string of seals while his target was distracted by illusion. Not failing to notice twice his adversary utilized some strange form of Paper-esque techniques, he answered in kind with what should have been a natural enemy to such abilities.
"Not a chance." He thought to himself as he took a deep breath, expelling a large jet of white-hot flames at the Hokage. The flames would travel forth in a cone-like fashion at a startling degree of speed and be upon the Hokage within a moment.
Post by Chomachi Akimichi on Aug 16, 2015 11:03:32 GMT -8
As Chomatchi munched on the chip he would watch it would seem that his compatriot had stunned the hokage in what he could only guess was genjutsu. He was just glad he was not the focus upon it. After all he had no defence against attacks of the mind. His eyes closed as his head nodded down in thought. His right hand dipping into his bag of chips for another bit to snack on. Surely this would not mean the end of the villages leadership.
The Akimichi lad would let out a sigh as his eyes opened and his head would turn to see if the Hokage would be able to get out of this one.
[OOC: This thread was meant to be a test for Comatose and I. Grade with that in mind plox. Forcing exit due to not wanting to waste thread slots. Sorry Hoo.)
And suddenly a massive pillar of light illuminated the sky as the Genin and Hokage had their lovers quarrel. With a foreboding mood looming over Konoha, Asato and Aneun found it best to end their disagreement in light of more important matters. ANBU would arrive within moments to retrieve the Hokage while one stayed behind to second a death threat to Aneun should he not follow the laws set by Konoha. Despite his dislike for Asato, Aneun would oblige cause his love for himself outweighed his hate for the Kage. Their battle would be settled in the future one day . . .
As for Chomachi, he did something. Noone knows what.