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I sighed, retracting my silk and placing a hand on my hip. What a convoluted skirmish. Naturally, i didn't want to get in close, particularly to that fellow with the flesh that seemed to burn through everything. But equally, i couldn't seem to land any attacks on either of them. I was endlessly frustrated, my usually so composed demeanour seethed with anger and annoyance. These people had stormed in and destroyed part of my homeland, and i just couldn't mete out their just desserts. I slipped to the ground, running a hand absent-mindedly through my hair as i watched their departure, and was referred to as a 'bitch'. This is what i get? For the first time, i took a stand. I had nothing personally to gain, there was no motivation for me in this other than the safety and the pride of the earth country.

And this is how it turns out. I looked over at the girl who had decided against all odds to help me.
"You have my gratitude sweetie. Perhaps though, it'd be better just to run." I said, attempting one of my usually fabulous smiles. I could tell it came out rather half-hearted, but i didn't really have time to dwell on that. I was involved in this, regardless of what i personally desired. Shaking my head ever so slightly, i gathered my shawl and my wits about me, and began a quick strut from the scene of the fight. I had found myself lacking in this particular battle, but i was still standing tall.

The exams ended in abrupt failure. That battle was a prolonged faux pas. Was i destined for disappointment from now on? Without him at my side, could i really even lead my life properly? With such damning thoughts persisting throughout my mind, it took all my effort to keep my walk as bold as usual. My heels felt like weights, my graceful strut like a routine i was having difficulty memorising. Keep it together sweetie, just for a little longer.

♥ exit.

His companion appeared to have run straight forwards, from behind the helmeted man as he was, and as such, had run straight into my path. Two threads grabbed his ankles, snaring his progress, should i catch him.



And catch him i did. Unfortunately for whatever the mist shinobi had in mind, he was already snared around his ankles, and i failed to see how he could escape from my iron grip, leaving him easy prey for my erstwhile companion, and her rather beautiful crystalline jutsu.

As for my initial target, well. Some errors in judgement had left me unsure of my exploding tags, and he had managed to burn through some of my webbing, and was now leaping backwards. I frowned, for once ignoring the implication of wrinkles. However, i almost smiled as he began his next movement. Already i had grabbed a senbon, equipped with an exploding tag, and as he began to literally slide towards me, the projectile was already thrown. Such a manoeuvre meant he couldn't revert his momentum, nor dodge to the side, and he would sail straight into my tag as i detonated it midair, moving at such a high speed as he was. The tag would detonate during his sliding movement, hitting before he could reach whatever destination he planned, taking full advantage of the momentum and disposition.

Regardless, i wasn't so confident as to assume myself safe just yet, and so as i had thrown the tag, i had thrown web backwards and upwards from my other hand, flinging myself rapidly back through the air, a small paper floating down to where i had just stood. I sailed backwards, the incredibly strong thread pulling me thirty meters away from his approach incredibly quickly, should he have miraculously avoided the oncoming explosion. At the end of my ascent i would land on a sturdy wooden beam, roughly five meters above the ground. They wouldn't quit, they were the villains, and they just wouldn't quit. I wondered if they knew just how strong my resolve was.

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kumonenkin - s-rank

Chasing Spider Strands [50]
Rank: C
Type: Clan Ninjutsu; Supplementary
Range: Any Spider Strands in creation
Chakra: Low
Special: Requires no handseals. The range is exactly the same as the initial Spider Strands jutsu.
Description: Being created from the user, the Sasanagi's thread is incredibly easy to influence with chakra. This jutsu allows the user to control their threads with their chakra, manipulating objects attached to with thread, chasing opponents with thread, simply having complete freedom of manipulation. This jutsu only works as long as the threads are still attached to the user.
Domain: Sasanagi, Spider Strands

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this is why i despise rp fighting. here come the ooc, hooray<3

yes, my threads were already created upon them attacking shark, but then by stating they had tags laced along them, the most basic common sense would assume i attached them then, and then as they wound round him or continued in his direction, they would get closer. if i've stated they had tags on them, you can't just decide the non-existance of them, and they specifically say the moment my threads began to cocoon him, they'd explode, suggesting that more thread needed to be expelled in order to get them closer.

furthermore, in response to the acid, his post merely stated his arm was acidic. hozuki can liquify certain parts of themselves, and therefore, can make either certain parts of themselves, or their whole body, acid. he said nothing whatsoever about anything other than him reaching out with his arm as it liquified to touch the few threads that he could.

but really, he had to call him a bm? i'm not a fighter, and i don't particularly enjoy it, especially this pedantic aspect that so often comes up.


i'm just not in the mood whatsoever, and if he would like to continue arguing the point, then i'd rather not participate in the battle. x

hello you. x

Silently, i began directing my golden clone. I observed carefully how it moved, how it operated, so in tune with the chakra i had used to create it. Because, of course, my chakra remained in all of my sasanagi creations, animating them and breathing life into them, figuratively. I supposed it was the same kind of notion with the kage bunshin, albeit on a much larger scale. They were me. Perfect copies in every way, a living breathing Coco, using the same chakra. I knew that the jutsu was dangerous, the amount of effort and energy it took to sustain using it was immense. My chakra control was perfect, no doubt, but my reserves had never been that high. It was only due to the nature of my bloodline that i managed so well, a foreign jutsu like this would be difficult to use well, and even harder to use without completely exhausting myself. Perhaps as a last ditch technique, it was appropriate. Starting a fight by effectively halving my chakra put me at a terrible disadvantage, regardless of the strength of another me to deal with.

As i thought about the nuances of the jutsu, i was still concentrating all my efforts on the manipulation of my chakra. The glorious flow of energy within all shinobi, and in fact, every human. We were lucky, really, the ones who had learned to tap into it, to use it, to thrive with it. My eyes observing my clone flickered over to the tsuchikage, looking completely calm and at ease. He was strong, i could tell. He was doing me a great favour here, one i just hoped i could take full advantage of. I instructed my clone to sit down, directly in my shadow, and it knelt delicately, the unfathomable golden face looking quietly up at me. So, i was to make another, except not made from my golden fluids, not made from my silk, but made from... well, me. From my chakra, from my very being... I suppose i ought to start somewhere. And so i began channelling my energy into my clone, into the being sitting across from me, moonlight blocked by my form so it bathed in the shadow i cast.

Perhaps by imbuing my clone with the chakra i'd need, i could somehow link it with my shadow, and create the clone by using my gold clone as a waypoint? This was some experimental stuff, really not my cup of tea. I preferred things i was easily capable of, things that came naturally to me, fluid and intrinsic with my character. But, then, how does one grow stronger? This was out of my comfort zone, and a perfect opportunity to test my capability to adapt. I would learn this jutsu, and i would use it with the same grace and poise with which i executed everything.

The air was warm, the scene rather distasteful. The city i had visited so often had become a battlefield, the bars i drank at and the boutiques i shopped at may soon be reduced to mere rubble. This thought outraged me more than anything, and for the first time, i felt real anger. Just who was picking a fight with the land of earth? What arrogant tyrant or conniving noble felt justified launching such an unprovoked attack? Strutting through the streets, hearing screams and brawls, my mascara'd eyes hardened, the dark liner edging my fury. Without warning, i came upon one of my favourite shops, an adorable little place which sold vintage accessories and other such fabulous trinkets. Men were fighting, as men so often did, and i could see it was some shinobi from my own village, locked in fierce combat with the invaders. Kirigakure. I knew little of the village, the only encounter i could think of was of Kain and i dispatching one of their ninja who had wandered foolishly into our territory. Today would be a refresher course.

"Excuse me, do you mind?" I called sweetly, before threads spiralled out from my hands and mouth, tearing through the air towards the black garbed assailants. These unknown faces, these unknown shinobi, they were overstepping their boundaries, here on some vicious, uncalled for destruction. And i would give them just that. Two of them were caught instantly, lashings of silk entangling and ensnaring their forms, and the one man leaping back from my attack found himself set upon by both earth shinobi i was aiding. Walking leisurely towards them, i produced a single senbon, and a bottle of perfume. Without looking at him, i stabbed the first man in the throat, a gurgling gasp letting me know he would put up no fight, not anymore.

I got up close to the second man, lifting him from his feet with my threads.
"Just who is behind this?" Were my only words. I could hear the two ninja subduing the remaining kiri attacker, and we were left with just this fellow. Naturally, as a shinobi, the answer would not come easily. Smiling my lipstick'd smile, i raised the perfume, and sprayed heavily in his face. The poisoned fragrance would cause delightful internal bleeding, left with no way to avoid it as he was.
"Once again sweetie, who is responsible for this attack?" I asked, as serious as i'd been in a long time.

A lot had happened to me recently. A lot that i found hard to handle, hard to maintain. Such loss followed by my hopes being dashed, and my dear homeland being attacked? I felt sorry for the person behind this. As strong as he may be, he would do well to stay clear of my path. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. With no answer forthcoming, my soft pink smile widened ever so slightly, and i swung my fist, glinting rings smashing into the man's face. He was bleeding, both inside and out now, and still he wouldn't say a word. A true shinobi. And a dead one. One swift jab with the senbon and he had departed this land for good.

Sighing, i turned away from him, hearing my comrades' thanks behind me, and their hasty departure to aid the city. I wouldn't let this happen. I wouldn't lose anything important to me again.

Oh really, this environment was simply oppressive. Yes it was an exam, and yes it wouldn't last too long, but still, i thought i had escaped all this upon graduating the academy. Only on question two, and i was already eager to escape from this desk. Regardless, i reached idiosyncratically for my hair, tousling it for maximum volume, before glancing down at my paper. Hmm hmm? Another standard question, terribly basic for a supposedly difficult exam. I knew though, that they'd no doubt get harder as i progressed, but for now, i was thankful for the easy points.

I had of course been alive during the war, admittedly of an age where i could recall it rather vividly. Albeit, iwagakure was probably a rather safe place to be, but it was hardly as if the war could rage on without us knowing, and being involved, to some extent. The details i only know from studying it, and from the words of our chuunin and jounin teachers, as i was hardly of an age to be personally knowledgeable. Oh dear, did this show my age, perhaps? I wondered just how old the other participants were, as most genin did seem to be in their teens. Hmph, well, age is only a number! And, perhaps an advantage. After all, mere children mightn't be able to answer as well as i, right? Either way, in my usual stylised scrawl, i wrote down~

Konohagakure and Sunagakure.

Really, i know a great many people died in the war, but it was still rather exciting. The way it spiralled so rapidly from small intentions to an all out bloodbath. I could still recall the adrenaline rush of being ushered into hidden shelters and the like by our elders, and the desperate curiosity i always experienced. I remembered my conversation with Kain, what seemed like so long ago now. Bring back the war, hmm? It's still an idea i just can't shake. For now though, two questions down. Let's not get complacent darling.