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Moving slowly down the incline between the village and the kage tower, Asa contemplated his efforts for the village. He wasn’t so naive as to think that the electrical poles he had setup would be enough to get the village really back on track. It helped sure, but there was so much more to do. Looking out over the village he could see just how much was left to be done. He knew little about carpentry and the crafting arts, but just from the sheer size of the area that needed rebuilding, combined with the amount of time it had taken to get this far in the reconstruction, Asa was fairly certain it would be a while before the village was back up to par.

In his last attempt at fixing up the village, he had determined that a spiral pattern out from the villages center would be the most beneficial maneuver for a speedy reconstruction. So, heading back to the area he had earlier, Asa began surveying what needed to be done. The wire poles were still up, and apparently the electrical lines had been hung. That’s good. At least no setbacks had occurred while Asa was away. Then he saw something strange. In this area the residents had all been moved to a group housing building for the time being, seeing as individualized housing was probably going to be something left for the final stages of the rebuilding. However, in what Asa assumed was an ally back when there were still standing buildings, he saw a group of men huddling amongst the debris.

Though the men were filthy, they didn’t have the look of criminals about them. Asa was interested in finding out why these men would forsake the safety of the group housing building, for this street existence. Applying some chakra to his feet, Asa leapt down from the perch he had made for himself and strode over to the men. It was beginning to drizzle as he came to a halt in front of the group.

“Hey guys, what are you doing. It’s gunna rain soon, lets get in doors. The shelter is just down the road.”

Asa paused as he saw the tired look on their faces. One of the man, a burly, black bearded man with a soft voice spoke up in what Asa recognized as a sad tone. Apparently the men wanted to go to the shelter, but weren’t allowed. They lived in a different district, but were brought to this one to work. They were supposed to live in that districts group housing, but it usually closed up by this time, full of people. By the time they got their after working in this district all day, there usually wasn’t any room left. So the men were content in having their families stay there all day long, while they came to this district and braved the elements. Not being with their families after the trouble they survived was what was causing them the most hardship. Asa had to do something.

The putrid smell of death hung in the air, growing heavier by the second. Each moment where he heard nothing but the sound of flames was one that seemed to last an eternity. Finally, out of the clearing haze, Asa saw Atlas standing up. The man was covered soot and dirt, and a few sweat trickles rolled over his head causing fissures to sprout up in the dark coloring. Atlas called back in response to Asa, a small laugh tinting his tone. Asa had escaped death before too. It was a freeing experience.

Still staggering forward while the remnants of his armor were still falling off, Asa called forward, “I’ve been better, but I’ve been worse too.” Arriving closer to the battle grounds Asa’s eyes fell on the burnt lumps that laid on the ground. He would never enjoy that vision, but the smile returned to his face as he looked at Atlas. “At least we’re not them, huh?” Retrieving his gladius and his thrown weapons Asa came to a halt near the captured young bandit. Reaching down he would pull the unarmed lad free of the earthen confines. Apparently the young man was in shock from seeing his friends go down. Asa couldn’t blame him.

“Listen kiddo, I’m going to go easy on you. You take my friend here to get the scroll, and in return I’ll bring you to our village. You seem to have some talent. You’ll enroll in the academy. You’ll have a life.” Pausing for a minute to inspect the lad, and to add weight to his words Asa continued, “If you do not help us, I will personally end you before you become a problem.” The tenacity in his tone would be well heeded.

He would allow Atlas to take over from there, and then would sit down to recover his energy while Atlas handled the boy.

Asa saw the boy who had been designated as his opponent. A young boy, not even a man, sniveling. He had the dual tomoe, but he was inexperienced in the ninja way it would seem. The land of tea, as Asa recalled didn’t have a ninja village. Perhaps that was the reason. Asa focused a glare at the man, though his smile never dissipated. A steady heat was added to the tone of his voice as he jumped back 5 meters to stand on a ridge of rocks and addressed the “sage”.

”Well Goldie. I for one am not going to hurt this child. He’s just a kid you sand bagging son of a bitch. If that means you’re gunna strike out at me, then bring it you god playing fool. Even if I lose at least I don’t go down murdering helpless children.”

Asa stood wary of the man a few feet away, the intensity of his voice had picked up while he talked, and he only just now realized it. The other Uchiha were gazing at him with various expressions. His sharingan focused on the golden man. The essence of a god? Truly a lie. No god would flat out tell a man to murder a child. The good gods wouldn’t allow him to do it, and the evil ones would manipulate him to avoid defiance. This was a mere mortal with a superiority complex that Asa wasn’t taking a liking to.

The moisture in Asa’s hair dripped down landing on the earth beneath his feet, ticking the seconds away as he waited there for what seemed like an eternity.

Basically, i tried creating the lightning armor technique the Raikage uses in the manga. i tried toning it down enough where it keeps from being overpowered.

Asa had made a mistake. In his haste to get the three bandits out of the picture, he took the opportunity to strike at the one, and though it did leave him out of the picture, he had exposed a blind spot. The other two occupied his right side, his left side having lashed out for the attack. Suddenly he noticed the large man with the hammer shunshin, landing on that side. There was nothing Asa could do as the man reared his weapon back and struck Asa in the left shoulder.

Tumbling end over end, Asa was sent skittering across the ground. He landed about 20 meters away from his original position nearby Atlas. Asa could feel the earth that made up his armor falling off of him. He didn’t have enough chakra to waste keeping it repaired. Shaking his head Asa rose to his hands and knees. It had been like having a mountain land on him. The village wasn’t kidding when they said a few of them had ninja skills. Apparently this was the leader, and he was really strong at taijutsu. All of a sudden the man was at Asa’s side leveling his hammer for another blow. Asa wouldn’t be able to stand another. Attempting to shunshin was useless. The remnants of his armor weighed at his body awkwardly. He couldn’t catch his balance. The only maneuver he had at his disposal was to simply roll out of the way. Rolling on his side, the man continued dropping his hammer over and over again, pounding over the ground. The rolling was forcing Asa even further from Atlas.

To make matters worse, the two smaller bandits who had been assaulting him apparently thought their boss had everything under control, and were now leveling their attentions towards Atlas. Asa’s clone stood there at Atlas’s back, ready for defense, the gladius in hand.

Asa needed to end this game the bandit leader was playing with him. He couldn’t leave Atlas by himself against the remaining four men. It wouldn’t be fair. Seizing an opportunity, Asa launched three shuriken at the hammer wielding giant mid roll. The bandit was just winding up for another strike and had to halt so that he could deflect the weapons with the haft of his hammer. Asa, still unbalanced, pushed off the ground lunging at the man. His hands wrapped around the hammer, and he began wrestling with the man over it. The bandit was initially surprised by the feral leap Asa had displayed, but quickly recovered. He leveled a large boot against Asa’s chest sending him back about 10 meters with the sheer force of the kick. Asa was fairly certain at least one rib was broken. It was like being hit by a truck, only this time he didn’t have his armor to dampen it. The bandit smiled at the reeling Asashio, only to be met with Asa’s familiar smirk. The bandit looked quizzically at Asa as he made a single hand gesture. Suddenly the exploding note he had placed on the hammer during their grapple ignited. A red mist of the bandit leaders pulp hung over the battle field.

He was dead, but Asa was tired, and already about thirty meters away from Atlas. It would be difficult to help any more then he had from here, with what limited chakra he had left.

Question. Anyone interested in making a village investment? Basically we as rp'rs will pool our money after some ic interaction to fund a smith for the village. The catch is that instead of being free for repairs, like a village bought one, we charge a percentage of what it would cost to get a new one of the same item. That money goes towards the investors. I'm thinking the minimum investment be like 10,000. Any thoughts?

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Asa's feet echoed off the stones that created the floor of the cave. The darkness was being left behind as he made his way to the opening. The light blocked his vision for a time. Spots danced in front of him as his eyes slowly adjusted to the excessive sun. Cool fresh water cascaded out in from of him. It was the first fresh water source he could remember since....

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"...All around him the tides crashed in, like the sounds of thunder rolling..."

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His hand clutched his forehead. The memories, or lack there of, were generating intense headaches. He felt the need to hold his head for fear his brains would simply ooze from their confines. Sticking his head gently into the cold water of the falls he allowed the moisture to flow over the back of his head. Hair became slicked down against his scalp. The coolness helped stem the pain from headaches.

Removing his head from the flowing water, Asa would look out over the open area to see what he could find. His memories weren't any help, but perhaps he could get some idea of what was assaulting his senses. How did he get to wherever this was?