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.
Kirigakure's village gates are known as the Tidal Wall as they stretch high into the Heavens to protect the Mist from the waters below it. The village's location is a well guarded secret, kept from the outside world in a thick mist that stretches miles from the actual village itself. The Tidal Walls are large but almost completely shrouded and made invisible by the surrounding weather. The walls stretch several hundred feet into the air with ANBU sentry posted at the top and bottom. The shinobi manning the Tidal Walls are all specifically chosen and if one seeks entry without belonging to the village they must have proper documentation in order to actually enter. Most people use boats to travel to the front of the Kiri gates giving the guards a decent view of all those who approach.
Above the tall, tall gates which stretched to the high heavens, stood a kunoichi. She had a cool, emotionless look on her face, as she stood there. She had a purpose, a calling. There were ninja approaching, she had learned. Rumors, she said he said, really. Konoha had declared war. Yes, this was definitely interesting news. They were most likely almost here, by now. News took time to travel, after all. She would be ready for them.
Turning her head to look at her sister, the jounin asked, "Are you ready? If so, let us depart. These fools will regret this pitiful war. Those wretched tree-huggers will regret the day they decided we were easy prey." She was ready for bloodshed. Her lips were painted black, and she had no other makeup. A black jacket covered her yellow shirt, and black pants finished the image. She wasn't going to put up with this, no way in hell. She ran down the gates and out the village. They had a kage to hunt.
The revelation had been received but the people weren't ready to hear it. Each of the High Shepherds in Kirigakure had received direct revelation from the Great Shepherd himself that the Fair Game Doctrine was indeed a righteous policy and that those who had fallen under the spell of the Adversary deserved neither mercy no quarter. The idea of assaulting the Church for its beliefs struck as absurd. She had heard stories that the Hokage was a mad man but indeed the declaration of war had solidified in her mind that his ilk were no more than wogs. Frantically searching for a God within this reality was a futile exercise. There were no Gods only Guides. One could be guided towards ascension or denigration. It was a simple choice really and the Terumi sisters had no desire to be dragged down to the level of their foes.
met her sister atop the village gates complete cool and calm. She had her signature staff strapped to her back as well as a bowie knife she kept attached at the hip. "As a High Shepherd I take no pleasure in killing the wolves that threaten my flock. As a Terumi and as your sister on the other hand..." the Mizukage could only grin. had gone with black lipstick to match that of her sisters a simple mesh undershirt and a gothic uniform that kept the cool Misty breeze from breaching too much of her skin. "Let's go" she led her sister down the gates and past them, heading into the deep Mist that awaited them.
The strange mist we had encountered on our journey earlier had led us right to it, the gate of Kirigakure. From my vantage of only one hundred meters away I could see it; mundane and ill-defended. It was truly an eyesore, my eyes moving over it's surface and plucking out every possible security hole that was left unchecked as my hands prepared for the assault. Though it's walls were large and touched mostly upon the ocean, it was wholistically left bare on this side - facing nothing but an expanse of flat plain and the forest I hid within behind it, for the Kirigakure ninja were not silly enough as to expand their borders throughout the entire island.
From behind an unmiraculous tree I awaited Jack, unraveling a single scroll in preparation for the destruction to come.
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We're going to need a bigger bomb to kill Asato...
Appearing silently to the back left of the Hokage’s flank (3 meters off), Jack watched silently with anticipation while properly concealing himself within the confines of the forest. Having surveyed the nearby wall, he’d continue to keep watch on their surroundings while waiting for Asato’s next course of action to be appropriated to the rest of the group.
Sure enough, a single scroll would unravel, acting as a clear indicator towards the Chuunin on how to proceed. Cautiously obtaining a higher elevation (5 meters up) while remaining hidden among the tree’s naturally plentiful foliage, he’d wait patiently for further instructions.
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"One. Hold nothing back - the sign will be obvious." I spoke quietly, biting upon my finger after a series of seals and releasing the contents of one scroll. A single dragon sprang into existence unceremoniously with only the smallest puff of smoke of which was perfectly veiled behind the trunk of the tree.
My mind escaped to a place far in the future as I began the proper signage, my digits being manipulated into the language of the soul. This place would be better, more secure - a picturesque example of what one should do rather than the abomination that stood in front of me. My lips curled into a smile as I imagined how grandiose it would be, my hands manipulating into the final seal as I held it. Thousands of sheets of paper individually controlled by nothing more than my will floated up and out of my body quickly, reaching the canopy line and shifting their form. Birds; Birds is what each individual sheet of paper would turn into, a perfect mimicry of the local fauna. I breathed my own life into them, giving them form, their small hearts beating, their lungs filling, and their wings taking to the sky all at once flowing in a giant wave over to the walls. There was enough of them to cast shadow upon the landscape just after they came across it, enough of them to fill every crevice of the expanse of wall, and enough of them to topple it.
All was silent just before it went off, a cacophonous perpetual explosion that would last well into a minute after the key bird hit it's target - the wall. The earth shook and trembled at the power released from the explosion, the kinetic shockwave enough to blast dirt and rock both.
I could do nothing but laugh as I stepped out of the tree line.
“Roger that.” This short response was all to be said as the shinobi skillfully mounted himself atop the creation that had appeared from the miniscule puff of smoke. Waiting patiently within the forest’s confines, he’d conceal the beast from prying eyes until the signal was given.
As stated previously by his commander, the signal was unmistakable. With the first cascade of explosions sounding against these pitiful walls, the dark haired demolitionist took to the skies. From the tree lines a snow white dragon appeared in all its royal grandeur. Wings beating forcefully to gain acceleration, a single spine shivering roar would echo throughout the village, marking the arrival of a harbinger of death. [x]
Shortly thereafter, the monstrosity would sweep across the gate’s length, maintaining an altitude of flying fifty meters over the structure’s peak. In doing so, a hail of unidentified objects would forcefully eject from the beast’s body, scattering along the walls with uncannily precise accuracy. To be specific, twenty five mines were properly placed along what remained of the surface of the structure’s length, each spaced ten meters from the next. In total, two hundred and fifty meters of distance would be covered. A salvo of ten missiles was also emitted on the first pass at the entrance (concentrated primarily on a central point), more likely than not dealing significant damage to the gates if not outright dismantling the barricade itself.
With the mines scattered and the missiles having been exhausted, yet another bone wracking roar followed. The mines would simultaneously detonate, reaping destruction across the entire covered segment’s length. The end result was most likely death for any atop the walls, if any walls were to remain.
The explosions were like thunder, a constant hammering that echoed wide and far. By the time the young kunoichi arrived at the assaulted gates, a blazing inferno raged before her. Thick columns of smoke rolled off the well-cooked rubble and formed a dark, ominous cloud above; all the while, the fire devoured the mist and gave clear view of the nearby vicinity. Many of the houses and establishments closest to the wall had been destroyed, adding kindle to the still-growing flames.
Standing upon the roof of a home just far enough to avoid the flames, but not their heat, Hana eyed the flood of survivors-- civilians, mostly --as they pushed toward the heart of the village. For a moment, she simply watched. It wasn't that she was unaccustomed to violence, but never had she witnessed such widespread chaos in her own home. This destruction would most certainly be blamed on the incompetent Mizukage and her mindless cultists, but perhaps--
--perhaps these tree huggers knew something of reason, and in spite of their renowned military dictatorship, would be willing to deal in words rather than blood.
And so she waited, a lone shinobi in a district now devoid of inhabitants.
They'll be here soon, Hana mused. She could feel it.
Post by marvolous. on Aug 21, 2015 19:44:09 GMT -8
Pushing forward towards the source of the commotion, it began clear that the chaos that spilled out from the gates was nothing more than the cries of destruction. It wasn't often that visibility within the village was as clear as it was now, with the licks of fire rippling through several destroyed buildings as the smell of smog and debris filled the air. It wasn't clear who or what was responsible for the carnage that sent the village's many denizens into a state of panic, but from the level of destruction it appeared their intentions was never peaceful negotiations.
Upon nearing the gates, sandaled feet would guide Caelia through a recently cleared shop - it's front wall had been destroyed by the explosions, but its foundation remained stalwart. There she moved to the window where she crouched and kept to the shadows directly beneath it. With her Byakugan active, she was granted the image of the ruins with impeccable clarity, bestowing upon her the chakra figures of all that were around.
Most insignificant speckles that moved away from the gates were ignored, but those that extended far passed it's boundaries were noted. It was a little premature to make any deductions based solely on their chakra imprint, so she simply waited. Hanafubki had already made her presence known as she stood just a handful of meters to Caelia's right, perched firm on top of a nearby roof as brazen as ever.
"You catching all of this?" She whispered into her radio.
"Yeah, every last bit of it." He responded back to Caelia through the mic, his tone dry and lacking of any true emotion.
Similar to his cousin, Masaki too had found an establishment that had embraced the impact (right wall missing) of several explosions created by the opposing force; himself crouching behind a wall with a broken window above it— blending in the murky shadows. The building was only a handful of meters across (the right) from Caelia's own, which would prove useful in the near future. However, the main focus at hand belonged to the attackers that remained unseen for the time-being; their whereabouts and numbers unknown to the fifteen year old that relied on the Byakugan to relay any information to him.
And though his eyes were not gifted to see the unseen; logic proved to be quite useful in this scenario. Whoever attacked the wall possessed explosions of frightening power and carried a beast with them of some sort, one that could release such a devastating roar. Though this information may seem minuscule, it provided just the needed detail needed for a scenario like this.
For now, all he could do was wait for Caelia to tell him everything via radio.
Post by riberiooooo on Aug 21, 2015 21:32:04 GMT -8
An overgrown tree splattered onto the roof that possessed a lone Shinobi. That Shinobi would find themselves accompanied by a Kuro-Shiro who emerged from one of the branches that writhed on top of the roof, twisting and turning through the tiles as if it were some wooden snake. As the Kuro-Shiro slowly emerged, a grotesque sound could be heard, a squelching sound, as if compost was being groped or stirred. Veni took a few steps, lightly. He stood besides Fubuki and stared off into the distance alongside her, gazing into the fires, the destruction, those who were fleeing. The heat brushed against Veni, against his yellow eyes which had become mesmerized by the twirling flames and embers, dancing with the sparks in the air and the ash on the ground. A light sigh left his mouth. "Someone's got to step up and make a decision. Do we fight or surrender?" Veni's tone was sombre but slowly escalated to spiteful as he proceeded, "I mean, I dont want to see my fellow Shinobi die in the name of some false religion that no one ever even believed in. No one here is strong enough to combat a fully prepared squad and a kage. Our kage's gone, probably dead. Her sister the same fate. Maybe there's something to surrendering. But I wanted to consult you first Fubuki, you seem to not have your head up your ass like half the people in this village. What do we do?" Even though he'd only had a brief encounter with her through a mission Veni already knew what kind of person Fubuki was, someone he could trust, someone who had a valuable opinion.
A bubble opened in the cover of sweltering air, was a scorch mark and a warning. The mist abated, in places. From the sound of many things exciting themselves into fire, the hidden village's decimated wall twisted out of sight and met all they once protected with man-sized ash.
Naitome sighed quietly, a question for the collapsed storeroom ceiling of a flower-shop, as his feet silently dropped down atop it. He'd stopped seeing fleeing citizens once he'd begun moving towards the Tidal Wall, but the alleys, the fragmented byways intersecting Kirigakure like channels, even the shingles made quick shrapnel chopping the gloom; all showed him that the casualties were not solely composed of people who perished. His home. His home was being destroyed. His memories would be forever soiled with the char.
He'd been near enough this attack to watch a once opaque pocket of fog clear, though actual flame licked a sickening black swirl towards the clouds much closer to Kirigakure's borders than he stood. He was a blur of steps then, with easy, careless precision, slipping through a maze of ruined bivouac stone before coming up behind a living structure bearing a single passenger. On its roof, the silhouette of a girl. His eyes flickered, mere neurotic twitching, scanning for others, subverting the wreckage. Only a shinobi would look out, towards whatever caused this, with defiance in their stance. If she'd made it, and he'd made it...he danced rapidly, a pelvic thrusting, then scratched his ankles. A shape squiggled into view next to the girl-shade, a prickly one.
He hoped against hope, close to whispering. He swore he'd heard an animal. He thought of other animals he knew, listed them in his head, used his fingers to keep track. In a movement obscured by smoke and near-tangible tension he moved up and over, an unwavering dot in the darkness of the half-standing temple arch next to the girl -no, the shinobi- and her lived in perch. Screams dulled behind him. Only five meters to the right of her she would no doubt be aware of his presence, and Naitome shifted the katana and scythe chained at his back, absorbing the scene without speaking. He hadn't cared about all the other Kiri-nin nearby, but he assumed there had to be more coming.
Smoke trailed from ominous flames lining the horizon. The scent of charred stone and a chorus of dreadful shrieking filled the air. My figure was a blur, cries of panic and an eerie, calamitous roar inciting my alarm. A sudden disturbance in the ordinary comings-and-goings had sent the village’s vanguard into a state of terror. I could make out an unbearable fear on the faces of a fleeing citizenry as I continued forward, a single thread weaving through the living and non-living with sightless resolve. I wasn’t sure of the commotion’s source, though with all of the rumors that had been floating about recently, I was certainly inclined toward a particular suspicion.
As I advanced, the distant, billowing conflagration would fill my imagination with flashes from a not-too-distant past. I was incensed with a sudden anger, as repressed events made themselves plain before my consciousness. Identical cries of terror, a temple burning, my previous home, and family, within flames, and I myself incapacitated, though nonetheless too weak to come to their aid regardless. The obscure, shadowy events that had set the course for my arrival within a new home. Eyeing the fiery horizon once more, and the fleeing masses, I wondered if today would mark a reshowing.
I would alter my visage (x) via adornment moments before converging upon the scene, veiling my eyes in the case of violence. Moving closer to the sight, however, I was halted by a small assembage of shinobi who, having witnessed the destruction of our gates themselves, had already arrived near the spectacle's source, and were seemingly waiting for the dust to clear. Falling in line, I would be on a rooftop, three meters behind, and two meters to the left of the taller, dark-haired figure once my movements came to a stop. I was unsure of what exactly their plan was, yet there I waited, slightly perturbed, though attentive and focused on whatever would proceed.
Post by addy-hime ♥ on Aug 22, 2015 6:21:24 GMT -8
Exploding paper. Really, it was a sight to behold - countless birds, appearing lifelike to my eye, converging upon the solid formation that hoped to protect its village. On an ordinary day, these birds would have been no threat, but the first impact revealed their true purpose: kaboom! I laughed, my voice covered by the cacaphony of explosions and falling rubble, as I stepped out of the tree line and stood next to Asato. What must it be like to see your home assaulted?! Did they even care? No Kage or shinobi had stepped forth to meet us, despite our war declaration being quite public. Had the religion wiped them all out already?
"Beautiful, really," I stated, talking more to myself than my husband, even as a great dragon rose from the forest and overtook the gates as well. Had it been a part of the opposing team, I rightly would have been afraid. Well, even now there was some small part of my heart that cowered away from this bloodshed. These were humans, and some of them probably were not of the cult. I hoped they would surrender so that we might save lives instead of destroy them. Unfortunately, my gut told me that no ordinary shinobi would lie down their weapons and surrender to an invading force, even if that force had a righteous cause such as ours. Only time would tell.
"Well has that got your attention or what?" I yelled.
The entire side of the wall that once stood bounding into the clouds had fallen, replaced by nothing more than various smoldering piles of rubble. I couldn't help but laugh raising my hand to my forehead, taken back by manical laughter as my finger pointed toward the resulting destruction. The village had brought this upon themselves with the acceptance of both a heathen religion and Kage, allowing the infection that was their beliefs to spread about the entire country. Now everyone believed, it was an infection that had to be cured at the source to rid the country of it and this village held it's main church.
I had only made it ten meters closer to the wall from my previous position among the trees before I had taken to the skies, wings providing me with effortless flight from which to hover a few dozen feet. Though people thought me tyrannical I was benevolent. With my help the village could be something special, they need only offer themselves up for subjugation after the ridding of the church's virulence. In my kindness, I would give them one final chance.
"Your village is a pus filled vacuole - an infected cyst that needs proper care. I can launch another attack, and another, and another - I could leave nothing left. But instead of that I offer you this: eradicate this religion and join me. There are no leaders left for you to follow, take my hand and become part of what can be far greater than what was. You need only come out and swear under Konoha's banner. Your village will stay intact, things will be rebuilt, and your power will be restored. We will enter a personal union; Konoha and Kiri, one that will benefit us both under my rule."
I yelled this, as loud as I could - my voice booming over the sounds left echoing about. My hand extended out as a gesture of kindness, signifying the seriousness of my proposition.
"But know this, if this offer is declined . . well, there may be nothing left of this place or of Mizu no Miyako."