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.
Not going to make this long and sappy, as I may return in the future. I am just tired. I have no muse to even continue my staffing duties. Rather than wait for someone to notice my absence, I'll just go ahead and announce it. I am stepping down as moderator and stepping away from the site.
@estilo, Feel free to RP my character as you see fit for the threads we are in. Wish we could have continued. If you want, you are welcome to use her as your own personal NPC for now. I know you wanted to involve her in your character's story, so feel free. Consider her, officially, retired from being a PC. I'm glad she found a good home here on NRP.
Goro and other staffers, sorry I wasn't really carrying my own weight for the last week. I'm just burned out for multiple reasons that matter little.
Not saying I'm gone forever, but there is no guarantee of my return.
This is a thread for Obsidian and Obsidian only. Do not post here unless you have been given permission by Obsidian or myself... Thanks for the cooperation
The early morning sun streaked over the spring trails along Kaminari no Kuni. As the warmth of the sun heats the earth, glistening drops of dew slowly fading as the night is shaken off, you find yourself thinking back to the information you had been given. A people made of water, you had been told. How strange of a thought to hear that a being of that ability might exist. It almost sounded like something that was too fantastical to believe, but you listened regardless.
You have small thoughts towards the story you had been told, not so much towards the lore, but towards where the tale had led you to go. "You'd think a people like this would exist in some tropical setting, far from the eyes of curious people, but they could be everywhere. As a matter of fact, you can find one of these people even within Kaminari no Kuni."
[/b] He said. His gray hair and maniacal gaze had been somewhat off-putting. Most had believed him mad, but they didn't dare call him that to his face.
"Go to the village of Ishoten. It's a small town within Kaminari no Kuni, locatable on any map. It has a friendly enough population, though they don't like me there. Superstitious lot don't trust me 'cause of my lazy eye and lack of a hand." Some had speculated that he had lost the hand in a fight with an animal over food, but others spouted tales of him removing it as he believed it would strangle him in his sleep. Even though his information could have EASILY been the work of a madman, here you find yourself walking along the landscape of Kaminari no Kuni in search of some fantastical humanoid-being.
As the terrain seems to come to life, the sunshine creeping behind the clouds and creating a picturesque scene for any to partake of. The trail leading to the village of Ishoten takes you down winding paths and hills. The closer and closer you get to civilization, the more signs of people can be found. Though minute, the differences can be seen by the naked eye from the various footprints along the dirt off of the path, as well as a slight hint of chatter along the wind. If this man is mad, he is either insane to the point of being correct, or he is just insane.
What can one truly expect from the ramblings of an old man in an alley?[/blockquote]
His speech, in regards to his own personal regrets, gave her a bit of strength in her own past. Even the marks along her neck were not so much regrets as they were reminders. They told her that she should never become too trusting of those she could not invest herself to. With him, she knew that she could give 100% of herself to him in the situation of being on a mission or the like. Hell, even in their personal time there, she had learned more from the pure silence between them than she had in a briefing for some missions. Regrets were things that she chose to not keep around, but reminders were different. They were learning tools, teaching her how she should improve upon herself.
As they now stood in the middle of the exhibit, at a junction towards the stairs, she would walk with him quietly up the stairs. She had been particularly quiet until a surprised EEP! would escape her lips at his engulfing motion. Without even a second for her to react, she found herself enveloped in Atlas's embrace once again. He was a cruel person, taking her words so seriously about the earlier "immunity" statement. She had merely been joking, but he was going out of his way to keep her guessing on when he would strike with any kind of affection towards her.
Remaining quiet, scarlet in the face from her own embarrassment, Hirihi merely held onto him and let him guide her through the exhibit. As they approached the main part of this particular exhibit, Hirihi made him stop as she stared at the depicted beast in one of the pictures. What a sight to behold. It was a definite change in contrast to the art from the other exhibits. Everything had been so beautiful below, but this was bordering on macabre and melancholy.
"What is this referring to? I've never heard of a tailless stone goliath before. Do you know anything about it?" Hirihi asked, very curious as she looked on. The person who had painted the portrait had been intending for the viewer to think a dark and saddening thought when referring to the creature being portrayed. Was it some kind of a natural beast, or was it something that had risen up like the bijuu she had been hearing about? She couldn't be sure, but surely Atlas must know something.
If Hirihi had thought that her heart was low when he had brought up his family, it had sank well below her stomach and into the ground beneath her. He had been married. He knew nothing of his wife and son. It was a heartbreaking realization on two levels: her own personal reasons of infatuation and his lack of knowing about a previous love. Her expression would definitely show the sadness that her heart felt. He had already been taken off of the market long before she had come along. It wouldn't have been that hard of a sting to her emotions if she had known it up front. She'd had a lot of time to ponder the mysterious man, and the time apart had left her more curious as the days went by.
Sighing, Hirihi committed the name of the place to her memory. She WOULD be visiting that place. She may even be going there directly after this. She had a map and would easily be able to find the river. That was, if the river hadn't changed too greatly. There was no telling where along the river the cabin might be. The question, though, came to her mind of why. Why would she put herself through that? Shouldn't she just report it to him to let him know that he may have a wife and son still alive somewhere in the world?
No. She wouldn't tell him. If she told him and left him with false hope of finding his past memories, that would be a cruel tragedy. Instead, she would investigate it and tell him all of the details in one sitting. Part of her wanted to hide it from him, should she seem him again in the village. It might seem like she was withholding the evidence, but she didn't feel that way. She wanted to be certain of what had happened before even bringing it to him.
What if, though, she found evidence that his family was still alive? She'd have to tell him, be happy for him, and move on. With a sullen glance up to the old man, Hirihi sat back with her shoulders higher than before, showing she had come to the decision of what she would do. "I may have to be on my way, ol--sir. I imagine that people are beginning to wonder where I am. I've likely missed my check-in time between our conversation. Is there anything you want me to do in return for the meal?" Hirihi asked, She was never one to take a free meal from someone without offering any help she could provide.
As she spoke with him, she actually felt as if he were paying attention to her. When it came to people, she could tell when they were becoming bored with her. Some had said that it was her own fear of being boring that made her feel as if others might not listen when she spoke. With Atlas, though, she didn't have to see the interest in his eyes to know that he was paying attention. It just gave her the feeling, being this close to him, that he would listen to even her smallest of rants. For her, this was the happiest she had been with another person in a long time. There were few that could truly compete in her mind for this feeling of elation, but the majority were corpses she practiced on. No dead body could replace what Atlas was stirring inside of her heart.
Giving him the same attention that he deserved for listening to her, she took in all of the details of his past. Unlike him, she had not been able to glance over his paperwork to learn information. She probably could request the documents from the hospital, but she wouldn't do that. She'd rather hear it from him. As he continued with his own story of why he was so loyal to the village, Hirihi only smiled and nodded. In a way, she had the same kind of story. The only difference was that she was born in this village. Her father and mother had met in Kamnari, joining the village together.
Though their story did not have as quite a happy ending, given that her mother had died during the first month of Hirihi's life, Hirihi had managed to carve out an existence of contentment in the village. As he would finish his bit about peace, Hirihi nodded her head in agreement with the statement. She didn't have quite the same wording for what he had said, but she knew that they had the same destination in the end. Peace, though, would require much of the shinobi world. With the relics and paintings of the past surrounding them, it was proof that the malice of the world was hard to fight when it came to being a shinobi.
As they continued to walk, they would eventually be looped back around to the foyer where the relics had been presented. With most of their focus on each other, they could have easily walked through that museum exhibit a thousand times without her even noticing it. Sighing contently, Hirihi turned her eyes up to glance towards him for a moment. "Do you ever have regrets or feelings of doubt that make you regret some of the things you've done?" She asked, instinctively reaching up to trail her free hand over the scars along her neck. Though they could have been healed at the time, she preferred the scar to remind her of her shortcomings and just how badly she needed to improve.
Surprise would be written across her face as he would be willing enough to speak about Atlas. When she had met the man 7 years ago, she had not been certain what to think of him. He had been an enigma to her, someone that didn't seem to fit. Out of all the people in the village, he just seemed different. There was no real reason for him to stand out to her, but he did. The plight of his lost memories was something that she thought she could help with. Maybe, if she could help him piece together his past, he'd finally be at some peace as to his life before the war.
The hardest part of the conversation had to be remaining quiet. He spoke so ill towards the man. It almost seemed as if he resented him for being human. With what self-control she had, she remained resolute to listen and memorize every detail she could. Everything from his presentation to the words he spoke, she attempted to soak it all in like a sponge. This, for her, was for fact checking. If he even slightly seemed as if he were lying about something, she would call him on it. She'd also be thinking back to this conversation for awhile, so she had to be certain not to miss anything that he said.
When he turned the conversation towards her, asking her two questions, Hirihi seemed to freeze. She didn't really know the man. She knew that he was an academy teacher, and that he had been a very interesting person. Interesting enough that she had thought to bring him up in a conversation seven years later. "I, honestly, know little of the man. I know of his current profession, and that we both have ascended to similar ranks among the village. Other than that I know little of him." She said, frowning a bit at her own realization that she didn't even know enough to have an intelligent response.
The statement of his family sent a pang of fear through her. F-Family?! Well, wait, that could be anything. Mother, father, sister, brother. It could be one of those things right? The thought that he might have had a wife in the past he had lost, maybe even... children, made her heart as heavy as lead. Knowing full well that she could not turn back from the conversation, Hirihi pushed forward, turning the page to see the rest of history, no matter how gruesome it might be or how bad it might make her feel. "To my knowledge, he has no family. Do you mean like a wife and kids, or parents?" Thoughts of her own father's death filtered through her mind. With that mixing with her own internal turmoil at the thought he may have a wife he knew nothing of, it was evident that the conversation was causing her to physically feel burdened, her shoulders dipping a bit.
Kikaichuu no Jutsu (Destruction Bug Technique) Rank: D, C, B, A  Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu / Secret Technique Range: 0 - 50 meters Handseals: No. Chakra: Mid Special: Allows the user to control, without the need of seals, the bugs residing within. Highest rank determines strength and ability of bugs, amount of chakra that can be absorbed per turn, distance the user can control them away from their body, and finally, readiness (speed) at which they react to command). By default, it takes a full turn of exposure to the full swarm of kikaichuu, in which constant contact is created, in order for chakra leeching to occur; it takes the same amount of exposure for the user to absorb leeched chakra.
D: 10 meters // 1 meter per second C: 20 meters // 2 meters per second B: 30 meters // 3 meters per second A: 40 meters // 4 meters per second S: 50 meters // 5 meters per second
Description: Kikaichuu no Jutsu is a core ninjutsu technique central to all Aburame clan jutsu. After being born, the clan member forms a pact with the kikai, allowing them to serve as the host nest for the bugs. In return for feeding on the chakra the hosts' body provides, the insects will do the bidding of the clan member. The host can use the bugs to seek out the chakra of the opponent and attack them, allowing them to leech victim's energies and even create large figures. As a bonus, because the bug makes a bond with the user, they adopt all of their innate traites, including speed! Domain: Aburame.
That only adds up to be 25+50+100+150 = 325, not 330. Not super impacting, but I figured I might correct that math for the sake of accuracy.
Second. Your total exp is 475 for your profile, with the above correction. If you want to put that into a D rank tech, feel free. Otherwise, it will be thrown into your sidebar.
Third. Just providing a picture for your appearance isn't exactly what we're going for. Providing one is great, but having some kind of description of your character gives us a bit of insight on the character themselves. How they see themselves, how the world sees them. At least three paragraphs covering clothing and appearance shouldn't be too hard to do if you have a picture to back it up. If you want, just gimme one and we'll call it good.
If a user is born with a Kekkei Touta, no other releases may ever be used other than those that comprise it. However, if one is born within a special bloodline unique at controlling certian Kekkei Genkai, they may only use that advanced release, and not the basic ones that come together to make it possible!
You're part of the KG Yukina, so the Fuuton are not within your spectrum of purchase. Sorry. =/
If she had believed herself growing immune to his compliments, Hirihi was easily proven that she was not. That comment of her beauty was just enough to set her face a bright crimson. Why did he have to be so nice to her? She was used to a different kind of person, one that didn't treat her as he did. Mostly, she dealt with students, people that did little in the form of flattery. If they did, she was able to brush it off as a mere compliment to get ahead. His words, though, came with a bit of honesty and hit deeper than those of others. If she had to have a weakness, it may very well have been him at that very moment.
Forcing herself to not think on the compliment, Hirihi thought only on the portrait that they came across. Each and every person depicted was loyal to Kumogakure to the end of their lives. What she could take from this was proof that those who were undyingly loyal to the village would be given immortality in art. That was if they were truly great, though. Did she deserve such a thing? She didn't feel she did, mostly because of her shortcomings in battle. There was more to maintaining a village than to merely fight, though. It came from what the person had to give. She was a medic who gave her life to the village, so should she measure up as great as this woman being portrayed here?
Only time could truly tell, but from how Atlas spoke of her, she didn't know where she stood. Each compliment clouded her judgment, making her feel more and more assured that she deserved to be fawned over in such a way. As they continued to walk, her thoughts wandered to the remainder of the exhibit. What else could they possibly have here? Portraits of the older generation, as well as statues, were the majority of it. The small portion of relics that they had on display were another thing of interest to her, though. What would be so powerful that they had to lock it away with the history of the village? Why not continue researching it, attempting to better understand it?
Maybe they were the very reason the war had broken out. Power had swarmed the leaders, making them believe they were invincible. One could only hope that this never happened again, if that is what truly befell the leaders of old. At his last question, Hirihi didn't honestly know how to answer. She remained quiet a moment before she turned to look to Atlas, her mind drawing a blank. "I honestly cannot say when that loyalty became evident. All I can remember is my academy days. My father had been so against it, but he had had no choice. When he caught me studying from my mom's old journals, he knew that he had no choice but to let me attend." She said, eyes ahead, though, dilated as if not looking at the art.
Her gaze was on the past. "When I had been attending, as frail as I was, I was made fun of. I had chakra control, that was my strength. My lack of taijutsu ability, though, made me a weakling to the other kids. It wasn't until someone, a Genin, stick up for me that I truly understood the meaning of the village. It isn't about the individual, but the strength of the whole. Like an ant colony, we fight to protect the ideals of the village. Though I never got the name of that genin, I knew that I wanted to take that belief further. I wanted to become part of the village not as an individual, shining alone in a starless night, but to be part of the tapestry of the night, glimmering with others and shining in my own radiance, while also sharing in others." She said, curiously glancing up to him. "If that makes any sense, that is..." She said, knowing that often her examples didn't make sense some of the time.