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.
This man was starting to get on my last nerve. First, he thought it funny to talk aloud to himself; if that were not enough on its own, I noticed many cannibalistic overtones in the things he murmured. It made me fear for my life, should he decide to fry me like the bird I called my family.
As he continued to rant about pretty dirt, whatever that was, I took a few steps away from him and blinked. Then, without much thought, I turned on my heel and sprinted away from him and into the thin tree layer as fast as my legs would take me. If he followed, I would create wings, if need be ... but I could not stay with him a moment longer.
How odd. I thought perhaps it had been a joke at first, "They call me Gentle," he said. I glanced once more to the sword he wielded, large enough by far to crush bone when used in the correct manner; I had no doubt he knew exactly which way to swing it. But apparently—and unfortunately for him—this moniker seem to be his actual name! Imagine! Despite myself, I felt my lips twitching up into something of a smile, even though my eyes remained narrowed and emotionless at that. A normal opponent would have fled at such an expression, but already I knew he was not normal.
"I live in Kumogakure, sir, because the mountains are a fine place for the birds to roost."
[/color] I was purposely avoiding the subject of his bad, oft cannibalistic jokes, but I did wonder if he was slightly serious. Did he have the urge to eat another human being, or was that simply his tactic to break the ice? I hoped it was a third reason entirely, as both options would give him a creeper status in my mind. Not that I particularly enjoyed being talked to in such a way by an adult, anyway ... My nature would not allow me to pass up a compliment. I was, after all, a queen. I deserved to have men falling at my feet reminding me of my beauty, no?
Eventually, I sighed and turned my back on him, a lithe jump landing me atop the stump once more. Up here I felt more at his height, but it also gave me a vantage point, should I wish to fly away from this conversation. "I'm almost afraid to ask, but where is it you are from, Gentle? Perhaps I would like to go there, if all men recognized my ... regal appearance."[/color] I wanted to say beauty, but even from me that sounded egotistical. Not that this was any better![/size][/div][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
I was not the first one to recognize the appearance of an intruder in my secluded little home; no, the crow stopped its temper tantrum long enough to cock its head, and then lifted into the air with a screech that made me grit my teeth. I understood only seconds after, the sound of footsteps and a heavily accented voice doing well to grate at my very thin patience. If this man thought it a good idea to approach me, I suddenly decided that my Kiri-oni needed a new body upon which to be sharpened. Trees really did not do the trick, although evidence of my endeavors was scattered around me, and rocks would be too harsh. Flesh? Flesh was much more malleable.
I rethought my stance on the situation the second he opened his mouth to me, though. I had turned to stare at him, eyes narrowed just enough to translate my stinging hatred, but ... what? He seemed to be talking to himself out loud just as much as to me, and the statements made were disturbing at best. I could not stand it; I forced myself to lift off the tree stump and walk around it, facing him more directly now. Did he not know that his human body of mine had only been in use for fourteen years? If indeed he realized it, he didn't seem to care.
[/color] I introduced myself slowly, left arm lifting to hold out my clawed hand to him. I would refrain from injecting him with my poison for now, just until I found out what he wanted. "Akegarasu Nanashi, Kuinkarasu and Genin of Kumogakure. And you areee?"[/color] My voice filled with audible disdain, although my tones remained flat and bored otherwise. If he thought me boring, there was a better chance he would leave quickly.[/size][/div][/td][/tr][/table] [/center]
I shifted my gaze lazily down to the crow that sat at my feet, its feathers ruffled and fluffed, obviously angry. I felt my lips twitch into a vague smile; the expression only served to irritate the bird further, for it hopped slowly in place, flexing and relaxing its wings like a pinned butterfly. I felt a sudden urge to slap it away, tear through its flesh with my claws ... but it was not worth the wasted effort and ryo my poison would afford me. This, like all others, was a sup-par specimen that did not desire the kuinkarasu's time.
"I told you: if the fox is eating your young, you need to protect them. I cannot be of assistance to you in this matter, it is not my place. Learn to be strong; then perhaps I will protect you from greater dangers. If you cannot hold yourself together, why should I hold you?"[/color]
I was perched on a tree stump as if it were my throne; as if I was the queen of this short section of wooded area that served as my training grounds. All around me I heard the life of the forest, felt it breathe, and could not stop myself from inhaling with it. I did not need the petty nuances of mortals, much less the silly shinobi of Kumogakure. Why? I was much happier here, with my leg crossed over the other and my hair grown to obscure my eyes. Feral. A feral crow—was that possible? [/size][/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
It was hard to tell if the kuinkarasu heard his cry or if she was merely ignoring him. It was entirely possible that the wind rushing by filled her ears, or perhaps it was the flapping of those strong wings. Either way, it mattered very little. Nanashi refused to reply to him, instead twisting in midair to stare down at the boyish figure.
But then, he was coming to meet her. The crows squawked loudly and the entire murder chased him, a living wave of distraction and violence. It was quite obvious that they would peck out his eyes themselves if she would allow it; fortunately, the girl had other plans. She had completed her hand seals as he knelt down atop the highest roof, and around her at least twenty of the crows began to converge, molding together in much the same way as her wings. Instead? When the feathers had finished flying and her figure was no longer hidden from view by the plethora of bodies, there were three Nanashi.
Three. Each one sported wings; each one had an exact replica of Hasu's lovely sword. Likewise, all of them had a wicked smile slashed across a pale face, laughter bubbling to the surface. This was pure, unadulterated joy. Then, not unlike a bird themselves, they swooped in unison.
This was about the same time his kunai were flicked into the air. The Nanashi on both the left and right sped up as they dove toward him, but the center one extended her wings, attempting to allow the kunai to embed into those beautiful feathers. Little did she know, of course, that they held a surprise—boom! The clone exploded, fire surging around her figure as it melted, unable to reform. Of course, it wasn't that particular clone he had to worry about, was it? The two still rushed him, the left holding her sword perpendicular, flat-edge out; she planned to barrel into him like that, a cannon without the ability to cut. Her twin, however, heaved her sword back in a graceful arc. If she managed to get too close, there was no doubt she would try to slice him, with those green eyes locked onto his broad chest.
Karasu Bunshin no Jutsu Rank: C Type: Supplementary / Secret Technique Range: See special! Special: Each clone requires 10 crows for creation. Clones, like the crows, can exist as far as the eye can see, or until the user leaves the thread, and take no additional chakra for upkeep. Clones move at crow speed, and can perform any Akegarasu jutsu the user knows. Clones disperse and reform once before being defeated, but each time this jutsu is re-learned, an additional reformation charge is gained. Description: Once a murder of crows has been summoned in the hands of an experienced Akegarasu, a variety of sub-creations can be made to make the user deadly in battle. In this case with a sufficient amount of crows, the user forms a single seal - bird! - and calls them together in order to form of themselves. Unlike regular bunshin, the crow clone has substance, can move at the same speed as an individual crow, and best of all, scatters when struck for re-use. Although the clone is not spawned with the user's inventory, they will attain whatever main weaponry the user has at the time, if any. When struck by concentrated blows from bladed/blunt weaponry or even a bare fist, crows disperse and revert back to crow form instantly for further use. However, widespread, area-of-effect attacks such as elemental ninjutsu (katon, raiton, etc.) defeat the crows instantly. Domain: Akegarasu. Must know 'Sanzengarasu no Jutsu'.
Of course they're going to think they're good if their character's are stupid fucked up and you have to start from scratch.
Excuse me, but everyone here started from scratch, just like you. I don't know where you got this silly idea that just because we're a moderator or have been here since the site was created we got to start with whatever we like. Even the people transferring characters had to start from the beginning at one point.
So that's why I'm issuing this challenge to EVERYONE who feels like getting mollywhopped by a real fighter.
Sounds like you're just qqing that YOU don't have as much EXP and/or jutsu as other writers here. Correct me if I'm wrong, but.. if you're a 'real fighter' you would be able to use all of around five jutsu and still beat your opponent. It's about skill, not techniques. An intelligent person can work with even the weakest jutsu, or with none at all.
Fatal mistakes were easy to make during a battle such as this; assuming ignorance was the least of either of their worries. Unfortunately for him, while Nanashi was particularly arrogant and confident in her abilities, Hasu taught her to never underestimate her opponent.
Most shinobi would have taken more advantage of the swarm of crows that surrounded her, perhaps to prepare a secret jutsu or even advance upon their enemy without much restraint. The kuinkarasu had other things in store for her sparring partner; she knew it was the correct path when the crash of wood reached her ears. Unlike Sohjin, Nanashi was not at a disadvantage in the situation she orchestrated—the crows were linked to her mentally, constantly relaying an eddy of information. Location, location, location! The muscles in her legs tensed and she sprung into the air just as the crate rushed under her feet, intended to either distract her or protect him. She appeared to realize her mistake mid-air, for those luminous oculi widened; his foot spun out of the darkness and impacted her abdomen.
A crow cawed is final breath before disappearing in a swirl of black mist, its system destroyed by the genin's powerful kick. It probably would have surprised him if she bothered to give him the time to register what had happened. Before his body could twist any further into that strike, the blunt tip of Hasu's hilt was aimed for a jab, dead-center between his shoulder blades. It wasn't an attack meant to kill him obviously—she was looking to injure him, and the potential trauma to a vertebrae in his spinal cord was meant to slow him down.
Regardless of whether her trick had worked, Nanashi had no plans to stay in one place for long. A small handful of the crows surrounding her morphed together at her back, forming a pair of feathered wings that spread and caught the air, propelling her high, past the lip of the two buildings that formed their alleyway.
Kawarimi no Jutsu Rank: E Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu Range: 0 - 5 meters Special: Switch is near-instantaneous. When first learned, Kawarimi can only be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained. Can only be used once per turn, regardless of retraining.. Requires the user to switch with objects equal or smaller in size; cannot switch with other living people or animals. Description: This jutsu lets the user quickly switch places with another nearby object, such as a plant (normally a section of a log), an animal, or even another person within reach, the moment an attack hits. This creates an optical illusion, making the enemy think the attack was successful. The user can then use this confusion to escape or launch a counter-attack - i.e. exploding tags can be attached to the replacement for an added surprise. Domain: Academy Student Ninjutsu.
Crow Wings Technique Rank: B Type: Supplementary / Secret Technique Range: See special! Special: Grants the User wings that allow them to take flight as long as the technique is active. The wings can stand up to C rank and below attacks. Wings can be repaired unless the user is out of crows or crows are burned. Description: By connecting with the crows people of the Akegarasu can summon the flock to form wings on the users back. Often in night these wings cannot be seen. The Akegarasu’s formation of this technique was solely for traveling, but as the war pushed on the wings became more useful for battle purposes. Since the crows were formed from the sanzengarasu no jutsu and are not constantly fed chakra continuous chakra flowis not needed. Domain: Akegarasu must know: Sanzengarasu no jutsu (C Rank)
Nanashi was too accustomed to Hasu's behavior and quirks by now, which in retrospect was rather depressing. The first time they met she immediately deemed him a figure worth being around, respect granted from a mixture of interest in his personality and acknowledgment of his power. Now, however, the so-called princess did not even flinch in the wake of his harsh words, and merely continued past the duo into the maw of the alleyway.
When at last her boots ceased their clicking against the moist walkway, Nanashi did not turn to face them right away. Instead, she glanced down at the sword grasped firmly in her left hand—it was the dominant, but neither of her companions knew of her ambidextrous ability. It would ultimately come in handy, if not in this spar then certainly in the ones to follow. Glossed lips peeled back in a Cheshire grin, flashing white, even teeth to no one in particular. "Sensei, you're being rather contradictory. If I kill Sohjin-san you say you'll punish me, and yet our prize for winning is you refraining? With that logic, it would be easy to do as I please!"
It mattered little to her if the boy was prepared. Her hands had been moving during that speech, molding around the sleek figure of her sensei's lover. A girlish laugh escaped her, the vocal exclamation point that marked the advent of their conflict, in more ways than one. The chakra surged through her—poof, poof, poof—crows began to flash into existence in that small alleyway. There were at least fifty, their sheer number enough to obscure her dark figure completely as they soared around, a writhing mass of pseudo-living creatures. [/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
Sanzengarasu no Jutsu Rank: C, C, C, C, C Type: Supplementary / Secret Technique Range: See special! Special: Crows can exist as far as the eye can see, or until the user leaves the thread, and take no additional chakra for upkeep. Up to 10 are summonsed the first time, with 10 more each time this jutsu is re-learned. Crows move almost as fast as kunai, and maintain a mental chakra connection to the user for the sake of communication. Description: The base behind the Akegarasu is their control and use of crows in battle, displayed well with this technique. After forming a few simple seals, the crow king will call upon a murder of crows to fly around and envelop the target, causing confusion with their dark forms and quick movement. From here, either a comrade or the user can move within the flock wearing dark clothes and wielding a dark weapon almost undetected. With the target distracted by the crows, the ninja can strike more efficiently. Finally, the mass of crows can obscure any retreating ninja, as the crows are massive in numbers and composed of the user's chakra. When no longer needed, the murder of crows will simply puff away in smoke. Domain: Akegarasu.
One less noticeable advantage of the Kiri-oni came during such introductions as these: even when Sohjin took her hand, she could not feel his skin. There was something about direct physical contact that unnerved her, as if the action itself would endear her to the person in question. Nanashi would have none of that.
A slender brow perked when she realized that the new teacher Hasu was indicating to the boy was, in fact, herself. The expression on his face was infectious; the kuinkarasu was soon gracefully standing, claws flicking out to coil around the offered blade. "Oh, no, sensei. Using your blade would not be too lowly for me ... in this particular situation. I would be happy to teach your other student what it means to be a samurai." She had no doubt that Hasu thought this would be a punishment for both of them, but Nanashi was obviously too confident in her abilities—this was a treat, better than even ten-thousand ryo. Speaking of which! The coins were scooped out of the now-empty glass and shoved into a bag at her side, unwilling to part with such a nice sum although it made her feel sticky.
There was a slight curve to the corner of glossed twins—the ghost of a smirk, well befitting the girl who was regarded as a member of the undead by foolish children herself. Martini man had stumbled over a passerby and had fallen hard to the ground, spilling salt and green liquid all over himself. His cursing and embarrassment pleased her greatly, but she knew better than to let slip this small fragment of her personality.
Instead, Nanashi tilted her chin up proudly as her sensei approached, alerted to his closeness by the noise his sword made with each struggling footstep. In her mind she could picture him hobbling through the crowd, glaring at anyone who dare get within a meter of his personage; one thing she adored about him was his willingness to remove a finger or two in the same of justice. It was comical to her, but certainly not to the victim!
If the kuinkarasu was surprised by the boyish shadow in Hasu's wake and the sudden introduction, it did showed neither in the lines of her face nor the way she held her body. Although her throne was currently a shoddy bench in the main avenue of Kumogakure no Sato, her demeanor spoke of royalty and expectations. Unfortunately for this Sohjin man, he did not seem to meet what was required of him. The bow pleased her, and initially his greeting was satisfactory ... until the joke was made. The oculi he described as oceanic narrowed a fraction, made all the brighter surrounded by such a thick fringe of dark lashes. Simultaneously, one demonically clawed hand tightened around her smoothie's glass, deadly fingertips producing a clear tap, tap, tap as they danced upon the glass.
"The pleasure is all mine, Sohjin," she replied. Despite the hostile body language, her voice was actually light, almost friendly. But it was also dismissive; Nanashi immediately turned her attention back to Hasu when the greetings were finished. "Was this the business you spoke of? Really, now. You should know by now that I like to hold audiences in private ... " Her speech was formal, drawn-out to the point that it almost sounded foreign or archaic. "I'll forgive you this time." She unfurled one hand, and quite surprisingly extended it in Sohjin's direction. Would he be intimidated by the metal?
Nanashi had not reacted much to the blunt smack of a blade's hilt to her finger. It was encased in metal, and therefore protected from the worst of the sensation—a slight tremor rocked through her wrist, but she steadied it by grasping her daiquiri glass once again.
"First you tell me to be here early, now you have 'business to attend to'? You owe me another ten-thousand ryo," the kuinkarasu mumbled quietly. Hasu was already strutting away, scaring teenagers away from him with the click of his blade into its sheathe; there was no way he would hear her rambling. Even if he had, it was quite obviously a joke.
Slender legs uncrossed and stretched out, bones popping as they adjusted to the movement. It had been at least an hour since she even so much as twitched her foot, so needless to say her right thigh was thoroughly asleep. While she waited for her sensei to return, emerald eyes locked on a man dancing drunkenly across the street, a martini glass clutched to his chest, half-empty.
Nanashi did not look up, even when the ryo sloshed into her cup, which was thankfully empty enough not to splatter any of the sugary mixture over the edge. Eventually, glossed lips tugged into a smile and she lifted that hand to allow for another sip, heedless of the coins tainting her otherwise perfect drink. "Wouldn't it be more prudent to spend it all at one time, Sensei? Quality blades are—" she paused, finally glancing down at the sum he coiffured for her. It took a moment of eyeballing the gold pieces, but then she sighed out, "—far more than ten-thousand ryo, after all."
Shoulders rolled, helping to loosen her tensed muscles as she finally turned her attention on the samurai. Tongue slid out, answering his inquiry about alcohol with a lick of the lips, which were by this time thoroughly flavored by the smoothie. The Akegarasu's smile widened into a sly grin. Hasu was always fun to tease, but he should know her well enough to realize she had no interest in any alcoholic beverages. They could only provide a hazing of the mind; she required none of that.
"I did see one man that looked rather suspicious, to be honest with you. He was pestering me, and he was definitely a lot older than me, too. Creepy, right?" Lashes fluttered, disturbed by the movement of her clawed left hand as it lifted. Fingers curled until only her index finger was extended, prepped for a quick prod of his chest. No worries! It was not hard enough to cause the poor man any damage. "The man in question had really green hair, and I thiiiiiink his name ... miiiiight have been Hasu."