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.
People shoot "fireballs" made of "fire" from their mouths.
So why does a "water dragon" need a source of "water" when a "fireball" emerged without a source of "fire"?
Just sayin. I say, fuck having Suiton needing a source. If anything, techniques that might require a ridiculous amount of water might need a source, but even then. Itachi shot a fireball that caused a massive explosion with no source.
Fuuton is excluded because wind is fucking everywhere.
Doton can fit into this as well. The Third Hokage made a "mud" dragon out of the roof of a building?
Can't really speak for Raiton, since, aside from Chidori/Raikiri and Aoi's lightning sword, the Raiton element just started being shown. It entered the series far too late to have any credibility.
Guys you have to understand that this is an anime. A lot of shit is going to be inconsistent. We need to just decide on what we're going to set in stone and run with it. My idea, NOTHING will need a source of anything.
The world continued to spin on it's axis, not being disturbed by any force. It continued it's spin as Kei silently worked. Normally able to find amusement and fun in his time of employment, today was just slightly different. No sign showed itself in the sky that today would go accordingly. A strange feeling overtaking his neck and spine, that he couldn't quit explain, only except something similar to the victim's feelings in horror stories.
His feet carried him, left, then right, right, then left, through the village streets, working to keep it clean for the kage. After some more time passed the idea of the mission and even the trash and it's amount itself was extremely ridiculous. His gaze never met with the black bag he carried, but the weight grew as trash disappeared. Barely done, he had to find another.
It was a story like the others. He worked more and more, until finally a couple hours had passed. Off to the eastern side of the village he stashed several dozen large black trash bags that were filled with Iwagakure's filth and garbage. Today it was clean, but there was no telling. Trash seemed to appear like insects.
He didn't worry. His task was complete. clasping his hands together, slapping the dirt and dust buildup off of them, he headed back toward the village's kage tower to receive his payment and begin preparations for the exams.
He missed her face dearly. The mission reminded him of her. Her hair the same color as the beautiful, overhead sky, with two pink pins holding her bangs in place. The wonderful Yoko disappeared without a trace, as did Anemone. Her assassination brought about a large wave of change, in the village and in himself. He couldn't imagine any other leader than her, and no other person to give him his missions than Yoko. He missed the conversations. The moments when his face would turn red from embarrassment.
Reality set in like a soldier pill. It slapped him swiftly, but gently, returning his conscious back to the world around him. Some minutes passed. Or it seemed that way. Dark hues found themselves gazing upon a hand full of trash. He didn't realize he stopped himself from working because of the thoughts. A soft sigh came from his lips. Things just weren't the same anymore in his eyes and his training had been a wonderful method of coping. Hobbies usually did so.
Take out the Trash Rank: D Ninja needed: 1-3 Mission info: Through the recent weeks iwa has had a buildup of trash littering the streets. Grab a friend or two and some trash-bags and clean the city streets ! Special Info: Can be repeated indefinitely.
Another simple task was placed in the hands of the young, energetic shinobi. He slowed his movements, as his eyes scanned the surrounding world around him. The mission details went through his head like a projection one more time before he kept it noted to be accomplished with swiftness and ease. The main issue at hand was trash. It was nothing exciting for Kei, whom had been training religiously to achieve a newer level of power. Yet with all of his strength and skill, he was doing trash.
His quest began in the middle of the streets of Iwa. Glancing around and observing the area, he realized it could take more time than he wished. His mind was focused on more training and finishing these missions for the exams. Once his eyes located a trash bag he started. Trash floated about with the whistling wind. His hands opened and extended themselves, to welcome the trash. He moved like a machine, snapping at trash one by one.
With nothing more than his thoughts, he began envisioning Sen, and everyone else whom would be entering the exams. Iwa didn't have an extremely large force of powerful shinobi. Kei and Sen comprised a good portion of the village's power, and it was a fact he prided himself in. However he knew the village could disappear in his absence. The scars of the past reflected and showed themselves to Kei. A new emotion rushed over him.
He made haste with his task at hand. A hard swallow ran through Kei's throat. It almost seemed like free money, but this was what his client had requested of him. As a shinobi it was his duty to obey, regardless of the circumstances. Without much else to go on Kei bent his knees slightly, before jumping vertically into the air a few feet. Once he was within reach his hand promptly grabbed onto a large branch that would support his weight. Using his momentum he tossed himself further up to land.
Now standing above the tree he looked to the center of the large wooden construction. The feline creature sat in the middle of the tree. Simple grinning and inching toward the critter, which was only a couple steps away, he lifted it with a swift hand. Once he had a good embrace his descend back to the ground would begin, and be equally as short as the task. Landing upon the ground he would let out a small huff, before handing the good doctor his pet.
"Here ya go." Kei said, releasing the animal into it's rightful owner's arms. Feeling a small sense of accomplishment, Kei placed his fist into his sides and looked at the happy reuniting. He had never seen anyone act so warm and loving to a creature, but with age outdoor activities would limit themselves, and one is bound to be stricken with making friends with inhuman things.
"Just yell if you need anything else." With that Kei waved his hand, and turned to disappear off into the distance, heading further into the village where his next task would be.
The old man himself was standing near one of the large trees west of his abode. Having spotted him from a roof top Kei decided to make his way down. He never really felt much need to use the paths. He looked to them almost as a belief he holds. Paths are just roads already walked upon. Why not make your own. Unfortunately for a lot of the townspeople, with the extra weight Kei had put on from his training away from the village.
"Yo!" A simple cry yelled out to Dr. Wallburn. His old man's head turned to a degree to catch a glimpse of the shinobi he had employed to help with his problem flying at him. Kei landed in front of him, falling something close to 7 meters from the sky. The thud along the ground shook slightly, making the doctor's old knees tingle. "Oh. You're here. Please help. My little Angel. "
Kei's eyes lifted up to the high tree. The monstrocity the client had mentioned was nothing more than a few jumps upward to get to the latitude the little critter was in. The blood pumping through him had brought itself to a slightly calm halt, all circulating at the levels they were normally accustom to. Sighing, he looked back to the doctor with a confident look in his face.
Help a kitty out Rank: D Ninja needed: 1 Mission info: Dr. Walburn is one of those few people who like cats. He doesn’t just like them, though, he cherishes them so when one of his kittens got stuck up a tree he almost had a heart attack. Help Dr. Walburn get his kitten down from the tree ! Special Info: Can be repeated up to five times.
The adrenalin ran through him with the force of a locomotive. Kei rushed out to the plains of Iwagakure, having had finished an intense training session with Sen, one of his Iwagakure companions, he felt a little more energized. Realizing the exams were coming up, and he had been spending a large portion of time training himself, the eager shinobi made swift tracks, to travel to his client for the mission.
Dr. Wallburn was a normal man, just as everyone else in the village, lurking about, assisting the economy by spending his funds on the nutrients his body needed. However he had to spend a little more than the average few. The number of cats he owned far exceeded anyone in the village. Probable to excel in number if every villager in the village were to take their feline companions and add them together. He was older, and only left for food and supplied. His animals were his friends.
The story was of little concern for Kei in his current mind state. The spend at which he flipped and jumped and motioned through the village was astonishing, and showed he was focused only on getting the job complete. It would be mere shadows of moments before Kei finally arrived at Wallburn's residence. It was snuggled close to the middle of the rest of the village homes. It's appearance differed little, only in that there were more trees and cats around the back of the doctor's home.
A new day started fresh. The exams were right around the corner and the shinobi of the village all seemed preoccupied with other events and happenings. One shinobi in particular would not dare miss his opportunity at proving his strength to others. Not just those within his home village of Iwagakure, but his performance would be seen live by the eyes of shinobi and leaders alike, all around the land. His focus was set, which was new for him. The idea of a achieving a new rank forced some anxiety upon his soul in the recent days. With what had been happening around the village and apparently, in other hidden villages, seemed to tilt the planet of axis, if only a little. At least to Kei.
The silent shinobi secretly sat along a large field of earth and dirt, far west of the town and other villagers, a large space was found, perfect for his daily training. He couldn't quite bring himself to be around people for the day, as he had to keep his mind is second gear and work himself till he knew, in his heart, that he was truly ready. He thought he came to terms with everything that had happened but he was still disturbed in the back of his mind. It would be the first time he felt the way he did. The new emotions pouring over him was maddening.
Posterior planted firmly along the ground, his legs were crossed, and his hands came together to form a shinobi seal, known only to their kind. A hand language spoken only through vicious soldiers and stealthy assassins. The seal familiarized as the tiger seal remained, as he focused his body and concentrated on his flowing chakra, allowing it to circulate and breath regularly. He was only too ecstatic to find his calling in the art of ninjutsu. Being from the Earth Country, he was assumed to know the Doton release, which he tried hard to train at younger ages, but only ended in failure.
He remembered the many hours he put into attempting to perform even the most basic of ninjutsu techniques, but to no avail. Being as he was, a rambunctious, hard headed child, he focused on taijutsu, which he found himself to excel at. However times had changed and he needed to take himself more seriously. A realization that caused him to train in a new and different art.
The wind slowly picked up. Inhaling all the dusty tasting air he held it within his body for a few seconds before releasing. His training would begin soon, and he figured he had mentally talked himself up to it. It was time.