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.
"I'm a shinobi..." Kyuu replied bluntly, staring at the other Genin. He could not piece together why the purple-headed teenager was the one asking whether the twenty-six year old needed assistance. Irony. The scrawny Hyuuga had probably not even touched his first boob yet; nonetheless, there was the distinct possibility that he actually had more experience than Kyuu. The older Genin needed to respect that.
Kyuu reminded himself that this mission was about helping the village, and ego did not play into that. It did not matter whatsoever what age his comrade was... well, not that much anyhow. As long as they could come together to do their part in rebuilding the village, then this mission would go just fine.
"Tensa, I presume. I was assigned to work alongside you. Do you have a plan on where to begin?"
Sennen Goroshi (One Thousand Years of Death) - train x2 (10 exp) Rank: E Type: Offensive / Taijutsu Range: 0 - 5 meters Special: Anal launch extends up to 5 meters, plus 1 one more each time retrained. Description: Though it is often referenced to as an "Ancient Supreme Technique", Sennen Goroshi serves more as an insulting shock technique rather than a skilled Taijutsu technique. The ninja forms their hands into the seal of the tiger, and then jabs their fingers into the nether regions of their target. The result is shocking violation of the targets sanctity and often their launching in the air to stop the awkward feeling. Domain: Universal Taijutsu.
Kawarimi no Jutsu (Body Replacement Technique) - retrain x1 (5 exp) 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.
Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique) - retrain x2 (10 exp) Rank: E Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu Range: Self Special: Allows the user to transform into any person, object or animal of normal/small/miniature size. Transformation can be held for one turn, plus one more each time retrained. Description: Henge no Jutsu is a very basic ninjutsu technique which every ninja learns at their respective village's Shinobi Academy. Henge allows the user to transform themselves into any person or object. This allows the ninja to move with stealth or to trick their opponents. Domain: Academy Student Ninjutsu.
Please subtract 25 exp as purchase for these techniques.
Kyuu strolled through the tattered streets of his village, staring ominously at the faces of those homeless and defeated by the terrible war that had befallen them. Masses of displaced people filled the area, searching for lost family members, scavenging for supplies, and wandering about looking for what few shelters could take them in. These innocent lay persons and children were the ones who really suffered in war, and Kyuu knew this fact to be true. His apartment building was still in tact and located in a district well guarded and heavily populated by other shinobi. Meanwhile, his mother stayed in a residential area filled mostly with normal villagers. She lost her home like many others, but was at least fortunate enough to take up with friends.
"This area... you guys weren't nearly as lucky as me," Kyuu muttered to himself in disbelief, stopping in his tracks as he watched a small girl eating rotten fruit from a garbage can. The malnourished child was no more than seven and did not appear supervised. It was likely she was an orphan of war, dead to the rest of the world. Recognized only by Kyuu's saddened gaze.
The girl's dark brown hair reminded him of his missing love, Ras. His soon to be wife had been on a mission in another part of the Fire Country during the war. It was reported that her battalion had engaged a large contingent of enemy troops during a trap. The Konoha shinobi were defeated and scattered, more than half confirmed dead. Ras was still amongst the missing.
Trying to push his personal worries from his mind, Kyuu reached into his pouch and pulled out a few ryo. "Excuse me?" the Genin called out, cautiously approaching the nervous young girl next to the garbage can. "Please, take this and make sure to find some food and a shelter who takes children," he said eagerly, shoving the money into the girl's hands. "Put this in your pocket and do not let anyone tell you to give it to them. Can you do that for me?" A look of sincere sympathy washed over his often expressionless face - - a look he did not use casually.
The young girl nodded, somewhat confused by what was happening. Unexpected kindness was obviously not something she was used to. Heeding the shinobi's words, she moved slowly down the street, periodically looking back at the young man. Helplessly and innocently the girl disappeared into the masses, and Kyuu wondered whether she would survive the week.
Walking further down the street, he noticed a Hyuuga standing in a wider open area. "That's gotta be the guy," Kyuu mumbled, walking over to the other Genin.
This was Kyuu’s mantra for the two-hour trek back to the village. While normally not a problem, simple functions such as walking were incredibly bothersome when nursing a horrific hangover. The young man had found himself naked, strewn about the cold and filthy floor of a brothel. In the eyes of many, the scene would be a far cry from what is expected of a respectable shinobi. However, both thankfully and unfortunately, Kyuu did not have many friends to judge him.
Up ahead, the forest of trees began to thin and shorten as he approached the Village Gates of Konohagakure. Following the tan colored dirt road, Kyuu sluggishly dragged himself forward, determined to reach the comfort of his plush bedding as soon as possible. The sounds of people in the village markets and children playing could now be faintly heard in the distance. Frankly, the chatter disgusted Kyuu.
Guess I need to hit the back roads again. I’ll take a dump on the Hokage’s face if some old woman asks me to help her with her dumb crap again! Ask your stupid little child standing their playing with his dilly wacker to go climb up in that tree next time, you hag.
The young man’s brain immediately flashed to a few weeks prior, when a local mother flagged him down for help getting a rambunctious cat down from a tree. It was not a friendly feline to the say the least, and Kyuu was always more of a dog person. The combination could not have been worse. The young man’s duty to help villagers in need commanded his movements and obligation to the woman, but inside, he really wanted to be a shinobi from Oto instead. Those guys would never have to do anything like that.
Back in reality, the guards at the gate perked their heads up, now aware of the daydreaming incomers’ presence. Feeling their eyes upon him, Kyuu began begrudgingly tightening the lapels on his shinobi jacket, knowing that he needed to look at least semi-presentable. There was nothing he could do about the smell of vomit, his stank breath, the random colored stains on his clothing, or the raging girth in his drawers still present after an overdose of “enhancement pills.” But Kyuu was nonetheless a shinobi of the Leaf, and that title came with some sense of standards that even his apathetic persona would acknowledge.
”Yo…” the Genin mumbled in a monotone manner as he approached the entrance, saluting the guards while doing his best to maintain composure and remain inconspicuous.