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.
There was no point in continuing the battle. As far as I knew, Goh’s tank was definitely running on empty, considering that his own vicious technique backfired upon himself. I couldn’t help but be a bit shocked once the savage warrior face-planted into the dojo’s hard wooden floor, skidding a tad before he came to a complete stop. Nonetheless, his tolerance for pain was heightened thanks to his clan’s signature technique and with enough effort, Goh managed to shakily rise to his feet, his body no doubt having to deal with the burden of injury and fatigue. His comment went ignored for the most part for I had already began a brisk walk towards the Inuzuka whilst he was busying himself with rising to stand upon his own two feet.
Just as he taunted me, I was a mere meter away from him, my one good eye holding no sort of discernable emotion. A few steps were all it took before I was practically standing in front of the taller shinobi, my left fist coming to form a tight fist. With surprising speed and with all of my might, a vicious straight was sent towards the center of the cocky brute’s face. Despite my negligence of Taijutsu, the punch was still enough to hurt and with his Four Leg technique no longer available to act as a sponge against the incoming pain, the haymaker had enough force to send the clan member tumbling to the floor. Perhaps that would keep him quiet for a few moments.
I was glad to see that my technique had caught him off guard so well though there would be no visible indication for such. No doubt would I be able to land a good hit soon enough with the Genjutsu essentially crippling his speed. Still, I was surprised to see that the Inuzuka had the endurance to tough out the debilitating jutsu and with utmost haste, he threw himself backwards before suddenly catching himself in mid-air and spinning forward like a human missile. All the while, my legs would tense as I watched him jump backwards, ready to react suddenly to any upcoming threats and my eyes widened once I saw him utilize an all too familiar technique, Tsuuga. It appeared to be one of the favorites used by the House of Dogs and its ferocity would only convey its deadliness.
I had no intention of taking damage from such an attack and considering that I prepared myself to react quickly beforehand, the eight meter distance gave me plenty of time to launch myself a minimum of five meters to the left, causing the spinning Inuzuka to miss his supposed target. I assumed that he wouldn’t be able to turn on a dime and as such, I leapt out of the way when he was but two meters away from me, thus not allowing him to essentially redirect the attack and hit me. Watching as he flew by, I still remained stalwart in my observation as I turned to face him again, shifting back into stance and knowing that the severity of the Genjutsu would kick in at this time.
Soon, he’d find himself completely deprived of oxygen, the drowning sensation so severe that it’d render him completely immobile. Endurance would no longer be a safety net and as such, I was sure to be able to land a good hit on him once he was essentially paralyzed due to his lack of air or I could not and simply let him suffer under the effects of the Genjutsu, either or worked. My free hand fell upon the handle of my Tonfa, knowing that the blunt instrument would come in handy soon enough.
I froze, surprised that my punch did little to no damage to the feral Inuzuka, the endurance enhancing properties of the Four-Legs technique cushioning my blow until it was little more than me striking the warrior with a fluffy pillow. He didn’t even blink, his vicious gaze still interlocked with mine though as soon as I retracted his arm, he let go of my shirt’s collar. Even then, he took a moment to lightly massage his cheek, not even bothered by the fact that I was thrashing about in an attempt to get the one hundred sixty pound male off of me. He took notice of this, only responding with a demonic chuckle before leaping off of me, me wasting no opportunity to scramble to my feet.
With him now three meters away, he seemed to forget the kunai wound that was in his left leg and as he went to preoccupy himself with tending to the wound, I flew through a short string of seals, near unnoticeable during the time he was busing himself with tying the headband to his leg and by the time he turned back to look at me, I had already completed the handseals and was now remaining in stance as my deployed Genjutsu would soon to take over. Seeing this, he probably wouldn’t even have known that I had done handseals in the first place. Sure, he’d reassume stance as usual, that wild stance that stressed on his need to claw and bite away at me and of course, he’d waste no time in talking shit, even going so far as calling me a little bitch. The last time someone had called me that, the Kage Hebi Chuunin named Gin, I had pretty much snapped and practically launched a kunai deep into the ANBU member’s arm and demanded for him never to look down upon me again. I even went so far as to murder a mother bird and her baby as if to further prove my point.
As soon as he’d finish talking, he’d immediately find that all of the air exit out of his body and immediately, he’d be forced to take short shallow breaths, as if he were hyperventilating. There would be no visible indication that it was a Genjutsu that was causing this and given his ignorance of the Art, he’d find himself in for quite the surprise. This would no doubt severely hamper his speed and the Genjutsu hadn’t even reached its full potential yet. Nevertheless, a kunai would suddenly be in my grip, knowing that the Genjutsu was in place and at that point in time, I waited, my mismatched hues still burning with an unleashed rage.
Nododitsumaru (Draining Oxygen Slip) [x3][150 EXP] Rank: C, B Type: Supplementary / Touch Genjutsu Range: 0 - 10 meters Special: Lack of oxygen affects a single victim within a 10 meter radius from the user, plus 10 more each time retrained the 'C' ranked version is trained; 'B' raked version adds an additional vicitm each time retrained. If Genjutsu is not dispelled within 4 turns, targets fall unconscious. Description: A simple yet affective Genjutsu used mainly as a distraction and to cause panic in the victim. After forming the needed seals, the user designates a target and the technique will start to take effect. The target of the technique will begin to feel as though they’re not taking in enough oxygen at first, with shallow and quick breaths. The next turn the target feels as though they’re taking in no oxygen at all, which is followed by the feeling of drowning. The victim's body believes it is literally taking no oxygen, and so the body doesn't search for it but instead wastes more energy trying to obtain more. This results in the target falling unconscious if the illusion goes unchecked. Domain: Genjutsu – Illusion of Touch
Last Edit: May 18, 2011 19:02:59 GMT -8 by Ξ CHROME
Little did I know that I was being pursued during my retreat and I nearly skid to a halt once I saw that the feral Inuzuka had instantly appeared in front of me, my facial expression reflecting upon my surprise. My attempt at stopping was futile and once the clan member lunged at me, I yelped, feeling pain rack through my body as he practically tackled me and pinned me to the ground. In a fury, I thrashed my limbs about, trying to free myself before I felt the Inuzuka grip the collar of my shirt again, talon-like claws digging into my skin. I stared with wide eyes, Goh’s words eating away at my morale and resolve.
I didn’t want to establish eye contact with him for those animalistic eyes of his were sending me through that same horrific event a thousand times over, the physical appearance and demeanor of the Inuzuka who rendered me half-blind and Goh all too similar. As I continued to look forth, I kept seeing that clan member’s image and suddenly, I felt an undying rage build up inside me, a product of me bottling up my emotions about the matter for quite the while.
Suddenly, my brow furrowed as my mismatched pools began to burn with fury. I grit my teeth, baring them at the Inuzukan though they’d be nowhere near the fangs the Taijutsu warrior possessed. I spoke little and without notice, my left arm shot out to catch the Inuzuka in the right cheek with a short hook, more than enough to stun him although my strength wasn’t of unrealistic qualities. The punch would be more than enough to get him release his grip and should it be successful, I’d immediately lash out with all of my might to shove Goh off of me, allowing me to acrobatically flip to my feet and reassume stance as usual. I hoped that the sudden rush of adrenaline would allow my tactic to go through as planned however if it didn’t, I’d be ready to defend myself from my vulnerable position but I knew all too well, that I’d have to do something otherwise I’d be left a bloody mess in the middle of the floor.
My counter went smoothly for I was able to drive the kunai deep into the Inuzuka’s leg, no doubt hindering his movement speed. However, before I could even retract my right hand, his left hand shot out and gripped mine in a powerful vice and to make matters even worse, a clawed hand shot towards my neck and seeing as though I was not the fastest in terms of reaction speed, I would effectively be placed in a choke-hold, sputtering as I tried to send a kick to the Inuzuka’s family jewels. However, time wouldn’t permit me this proposed counter and instead, I would be sent flying through the air, an impressive amount of strength exhibited by Goh.
Even so, the throw had me placed vertically in the air with my head facing down towards the ground and by throwing my weight forward, I was able to flip onto my feet without too much trouble, skidding to a halt five meters behind the Inuzuka. Still, my back was to him when I had finally landed safely and immediately, I turned around, not wanting to expose any weak points for him to abuse. But then, I was met with the same beast from before, he having utilized that terrifying technique that essentially turned him into a wild animal. In that moment, I froze, mismatched hues wide as my form began to shake involuntarily, fear reeking from my pores.
It was as if I was seeing him again, the same Inuzuka who had took the vision in my right eye. Suddenly, I turned my back towards the Red Fang and began to run, run with all my might in hopes of increasing the distance between us to at least fifteen meters. I didn’t know the repercussions of my actions, not knowing that it was exceedingly foolish to expose one’s back-side to their opponent but my deep seated fear took over and at that point in time, the only thing that concerned me was to flee, flee as far away as possible…
Just as I had done, the Inuzuka positioned a near-perfect fifteen meters north of me, calling for one of his fellow clansmen to start the match. With an acrobatic flip and an energetic shout, the Inuzukan femme started the match and Goh wasted no time in severing the distance between us. His speed was absolutely blistering, he being able to reduce the distance between us in mere seconds. However, although the while I wouldn’t remain idle. In response to the girl starting the match, I would already shift minutely in my stance, concealing a fair bit of my right side from Goh’s view and instead exposing more of my left.
I knew that he was fast and all but I’d still be able to react so long as I focused on his movements. His yell would jolt me back into reality and upon him brandishing his right hand in hopes of raking into the soft and pliable flesh of my left shoulder, I’d quickly pivot on my right foot, moving my left side to the right swiftly and ultimately shifting to where my right side would now be facing forward. As such, the claw swipe would strike at nothing but open air since I moved out of its range however I would still be in the close proximity needed for a well placed counter-attack. Simultaneous to my pivot, a kunai suddenly appeared in my right hand and with all of my might and surprising speed, I stabbed forward towards Goh’s exposed left leg, ultimately trying to dig the kunai deep into the side of his left thigh.
The whole act of me drawing the kunai would be masked perfectly considering how my right side was concealed and seeing this, the Inuzuka wouldn’t be able to know that I was drawing a weapon until it was too late. It was obvious as to what I was trying to do and although he knew that he triumphed me in terms of Taijutsu didn’t mean I was completely helpless at defending myself in close range if need be. Whether I managed to connect with my counter attack or not, I’d immediately propel myself backwards, sending me back a good two meters to Goh’s left as two sharp needles soon appeared in my left hand. With respectable speed and accuracy, I launched them forward at the savage Inuzuka, aiming for either of his legs in hopes of immobilizing him further. I remained stalwart in examining his form and even after my maneuvers, I was ready to halt them and react to any of Goh’s actions accordingly.
The snickers and chuckles wouldn’t go unnoticed, a slight frown appearing on my features as I realized that I was being closely speculated. My lack of muscle mass and overall negligence of Taijutsu was apparent and considering how the clan was known for their savage yet brilliant fighting style, it only made sense for them to label me as weak and feeble due to me not possessing a Herculean figure. Nevertheless, Goh seemed to be entertained by my jittery reaction to the masses of Inuzuka, the same individual who snatched the vision in my right eye being a member of this vicious clan. The older male remained seated, surprisingly remembering my name before going back to referring to me as “Kid.” I found the term a bit annoying, even though I was of younger age though the mild amount of irritation dissipated once the red-clad Inuzuka claimed that he was impressed to see that the boy had essentially stepped into the wolf’s den, the Medic being equitable to fresh meat.
A quick blink marked my façade before I watched through unilateral vision as the Red Fang rose to his feet, nonchalantly making his way over me before extending a clawed hand out for a firm handshake. I gazed at the deadly nails that protruded from the white-haired clan member’s appendage and careful to avoid accumulating unneeded scratches, I exchanged a firm handshake, my mahogany pools widening a bit upon hearing the Inuzuka’s last statement.
I didn’t need to speak for my facial expression spoke volumes for me. Hell, I wasn’t one to be used as a chew toy for the clan’s feral canines and silently, I already began to assess the upcoming battle, generating a myriad of different scenarios and then applying select solutions towards each one. It was no doubt that this guy was a master of Taijutsu, given his ridiculous display of strength from back at the festival. I knew that if I couldn’t do anything to make him respect my space for lack of a better term, that I was to be caught in an endless chain of beast like attacks, something that didn’t appeal to me well. That had to be something that I could do, something that was outside of my usual realm of specialty. Though I had a fair amount of knowledge about Taijutsu, I doubted that Goh had any clue as to what composed Genjutsu and how to deal with it accordingly. Many ninja abandoned the art of Genjutsu, rendering it the most underestimated of all of the three main Arts.
Fortunately, I’d have some sort of advantage, even though the Inuzuka was much more powerful than me, physically and also skillfully. Even so, I wouldn’t allow that to deter me from putting up the best fight I could and I began to channel the fear that I was feeling into pure adrenaline. An affirmative nod was given to the Inuzuka’s statement, my brow furrowing to reflect upon me entering a battle-state mode. Slowly, I began to increase the distance between the two of us, increasing it to fifteen meters before I came to a firm stop. I really had no knowledge of a refined stance to assume but I did what I could. My right hand hovered at my right side while my left hand remained free, it coming across the front of my body with my elbow forming a forty-five degree angle. My expression hardened for I needed all of my energy and concentration to be placed upon this sole individual, Goh.
Time had passed quickly and even though the spar was moved to an earlier date than originally planned, that didn’t have any notable effect on my preparations. Nonetheless, I had made sure that I was outfitted with all my equipment before setting out towards this Inuzukan edifice. The journey to the meeting place was silent, the only sounds being the jingling of the various items nestled within my pouch, the crunching of dirt under my sandals and the light breeze that rushed over the multitude of trees. It wasn’t long before I finally reached the impressive tower, its size a testament to the strength of the Inuzuka sect that resided within Kumogakure’s boundaries. A member of the clan stood guard at the building’s entrance, his narrow eyes instantly catching sight of my rather unique appearance. A smirk soon grew on his features, his intimidating eyes peering down at my smaller form.
“So, you’re the one.”
He spat at the ground.
“You don’t look that tough.”
He gave a chuckle, inspecting some kind of negative reaction on my part. Instead, I merely glanced back up at him, a bit of worry present on my visage. I didn’t respond verbally but instead spoke with facial expressions alone. The clan member shook his head again before gesturing for the Medic to follow him. The interior of the tower was ornate yet catered to the clan’s combat training. Sparse amounts of Inuzuka were scattered about the lower floors, all passing hard glances at me whenever I passed by. I didn’t know that a majority of them had already congregated at the tower’s peak but still, I was already beginning to feel uneasy.
No wonder he picked this place…
After ascending quite the number of floors, I had finally reached the peak, the massive door shielding the massive crowd that laid in wait. After checking over my equipment and making sure that I was mentally prepared, I pushed through the double doors and began to make my way towards the resting Goh. Immediately, I felt eyes upon him, causing him to visibly fiddle with my goggled hat in an attempt to find some kind of vector for my overwhelming anxiety. The presence of so many Inuzuka was causing me to relive the rather traumatizing events that had previously occurred, the events that led to the loss of vision in my right eye. Regardless, I’d soon turn my attention towards my designated opponent, the wild male that I had the luck of running into during the village’s festivals. Stopping at a mere two meters away from the red-clad Inuzuka ( who was positioned in the room’s center ), I continued to remain silent, mismatched hues fixated on the boisterous male in front of me.
I was growing increasingly restless, evident by the fiddling of the headband wrapped neatly about my left wrist and I became too preoccupied to notice the arm extending forth from quite a distance, coupled with the fact that it was coming from my blind side. I froze once I felt the appendage wrap about my form and in my startled state, I was tempted to brandish a weapon out of instinct but the coiling arm stopped me from doing otherwise. If that weren’t disturbing enough, the fact that I’d notice it was my own supposed “teacher” doing this caused my visage to twist into a mixture of utter surprise and uneasiness. He claimed that he had matters to attend to and I dismissed the notion of asking him as to what he was doing, knowing that I would receive a vague description in return. After he requested for the mission papers, I quickly moved the papers towards his hands, noticing his arm retracting once I had done so.
I sighed inwardly, a bit perplexed as to why he was giving me temporary leadership. After quick thought, I could only deduce that he was trying to help bolster my confidence and leadership abilities and conducting the completion of this construction project would seem to contribute to the overall process. Nodding silently at his statement, I’d slowly make my way over towards the designated construction site, an array of building supplies and the like already there for our usage. The structure itself was a house that had taken minor amounts of damage from the series of events. Most of the damage stemmed from general decay and repairing the wear and tear of the edifice wouldn’t prove to be difficult.
“Well, it looks as if we’ll have to fix this house right here. There are some holes in the roof and also some along the sides of the house. Some of the paint is chipping off as well so all we have to do is fix that. Um, I’ll start on the sides, you can take the roof.”
I explained before picking up a few boards, nails and a hammer before making my way over towards the left side of the house. The goggled pilot’s hat’s flaps swung to and fro as I walked and after placing the tools on the ground, I set to work. Hopefully, this mission wouldn’t take too long as long as we coordinated our efforts.
The boy’s eyes widened once he had seen that the Inuzuka was less than pleased with his reaction to his rather raunchy burp. Before the Medic could scramble to his legs and high tail it, he felt himself become effortlessly lifted off of the ground once again, those sharp claws of the Inuzuka digging into his chest. With a yelp after he was brutally slammed into the stall’s walls, the youth could only listen to the venomous words that panged his chest and just as quickly as he was assaulted, he was released. Hitting the ground with a soft plop, the boy murmured in dismay to himself, eyeing the retreating clan member with a cocked eyebrow.
“…What the hell is he supposed to expect if you go around people smelling like garbage…?”
The male stated, more to himself than anyone else.
“…Well, I hope he wasn’t too mad.”
Upsetting a possible friend didn’t really go well with the fledging Genin and he saw it fit to return to his seat to finish off the remains of the dish that he had ordered earlier. Not much time passed before he completed his dinner and after a short amount of gratitude was displayed to the cooks, the Medic saw it fit to return to his quarters.
“…One month huh? I guess that means I better get started…”
name; reconstructing the village rank; c description; Conflict brings carnage and carnage means buildings collapse. The Kumogakure no Sato inhabitants can only do so much. This is why the Kumogakure no Sato shinobi must offer aid in distressed times. Help our villagers rebuild their homes, thriving business and the like. We as Kumogakure are a family, citizens and shinobi alike. reward; 40 experience, 500 ryo minimum shinobi; one mission status; interminable
The events that had occurred prior to the partial restoration of the village had certainly taken its toll on the villages and its peoples. Those without homes nor food made up an astounding chunk of the population and Kumogakure’s infrastructure had taken a noticeable beating as well. It could be easily classified as a tragedy but nevertheless, it wasn’t as if it were impossible to recover.
In fact, the recovery process had been going quite smoothly and the duo’s participation in this task would only speed it up, like a catalyst added to a reacting solution. With details aside, I had been waiting for my self-proclaimed sensei for quite some time now and knowing him, he knew that I was on his time and not vice versa. I’d cross my dark skinned arms about my chest, legs dangling over the edge of the bench that I was sitting upon. Sure, I could be classified as a patient individual however this particular instannce would soon become an exception lest the ANBU member arrived soon.
In all, I was very much unsure of the Chuunin’s motives for his lineage and overall demeanor caused him to be overbearingly predatory. Most of the time, I couldn’t bare establishing eye contact for I felt that the mind was sizzling if the stated event had occurred. Still, he claimed that he could craft me into something that could classified as “legendary” and I figured that I had might as well go with the whole ordeal to reap the benefits. Besides, he did threaten me with death and I wasn’t too ready to perish in my young and fruitful age. Still, one question remained unanswered.
“Where is he?”
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Just as Arate expected, the older male offered a quick remark to his previous statement and then even had the audacity to eat in the crazed manner he did. Random noodles and pieces of beef flew in all directions and the boy looked towards the Inuzuka with wide eyes. Never before had he seen someone eat like THAT before and if the Medic didn’t know any better, the clansman was eating as if he hadn’t eaten in DAYS.
“Goh, you need to calm down – “
His comment was cut short once the white haired male belched directly in the Medic’s face and the boy’s form was overcome with a horrific stank. His face crinkled, eyes squinting and watering as his nostrils burned from taking in such an overwhelming scent. In his confusion, the male clasped his hands over his nose and mouth, muffled screams of woe coming from the covered orifice, that is, until the Medic fell out of his seat and onto the earthy floor. Even then, he continued to squirm on the ground, still in a slight crazed fit. And all this time, he still couldn’t believe that the Inuzuka did what he had just done…No longer would he be able to enjoy the modest dish he had ordered for the boy’s senses of smell and taste had become temporarily demolished.
Nododitsumaru (Draining Oxygen Slip) x2 Rank: C, B Type: Supplementary / Touch Genjutsu Range: 0 - 10 meters Special: Lack of oxygen affects a single victim within a 10 meter radius from the user, plus 10 more each time retrained the 'C' ranked version is trained; 'B' raked version adds an additional vicitm each time retrained. If Genjutsu is not dispelled within 4 turns, targets fall unconscious. Description: A simple yet affective Genjutsu used mainly as a distraction and to cause panic in the victim. After forming the needed seals, the user designates a target and the technique will start to take effect. The target of the technique will begin to feel as though they’re not taking in enough oxygen at first, with shallow and quick breaths. The next turn the target feels as though they’re taking in no oxygen at all, which is followed by the feeling of drowning. The victim's body believes it is literally taking no oxygen, and so the body doesn't search for it but instead wastes more energy trying to obtain more. This results in the target falling unconscious if the illusion goes unchecked. Domain: Genjutsu – Illusion of Touch
Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique) x2 Rank: D Type: Supplementary / Ninjutsu Range: 0 - 10 meters Special: Flickering is forward-moving, meaning the user will rush almost instantly to wherever they are facing. The user can flicker once per thread, plus once more each time retrained. Description: Shunshin no Jutsu is a basic ninjutsu technique used across the shinobi world by all, ranging from the most basic shinobi to the legends of lore. Considered is a high-speed movement technique, it allows a ninja to move short to long distances at an almost untraceable speed - to an observer, it appears as if the user has teleported. Such a feat is accomplished by using chakra to temporarily vitalise the body and move at extreme speeds they would otherwise be unable to reproduce. In the end, the user will appear and disappear in an instant, allowing them to retreat or attack suddenly should they need it. To facilitate the movement the ninja will often use nearby elements such as mist, sand or leaves to mask their appearance or disappearance. Domain: Shunshin - Universal Ninjutsu.
Arate assumed that the mention of sparring would instantly capture the Inuzuka’s attention and coupled with his evil grin and cocky comment, the Taijutsu specialist certainly felt confident that the boy wouldn’t have any chance of countering any of his maneuvers. True, the Medic had fallen victim to Goh’s overbearing physical strength before but that’s not to say that a spar would come to the same end result. No, it’d be much more different, especially since Arate was now aware of the white haired male’s prowess and the feral being didn’t seem to have a clue as to what Genjutsu consisted of, at least in its fine mechanics. The youth gave a short smile, a little bit amused by the Inuzuka’s quickness to accept.
He commented, exchanging a firm handshake with the clansman before turning his attention to the clatter of silverware upon the table’s smooth surface. Situating himself before eating, the male was aware of his table manners by taking appropriately sized bites of the food before chewing. If he had to take a guess, he would expect for the older male next to him to simply begin to scarf down the cooked meal as quickly as possible and the Medic was ready for the occasional noodle or piece of beef to come hurdling his way. With food still in his mouth, the boy only saw it sensible to place a dark skinned hand over his mouth before he spoke:
“…This is actually pretty good…And you sure are confident that this spar we’re going to have is going to be one sided…”