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.
OOC; I don't really want to hold anyone up, but I'm not really posting lately and I'm logging on a little too infrequently to keep up with the thread. I'm gonna go ahead and ask to have myself removed so it can go on. If I end up getting owned because of it or whatever, well... whatever. :/ Sorry guys.
With my position behind my allies, I continued to watch in order to ensure nobody came close enough to generate an assault on my allies. Although everyone seemed to focus on Ni, my eyes were focused on the three behind him. There was some plan afoot, and I wouldn't get caught off-guard by it. My arm remained extended. I was ready.
I moved quickly, my steps filled with purpose. Today, I was going to become a real shinobi -- one that took care of herself, without the aid of those around me! For too long I had relied on the kindness of others to see me though. I was no longer willing to do that. I stepped into the Kusakage's atrium and moved straight towards the assistant.
"I would like a mission, if you'd please! That one!" I said, pointing towards a nondescript sheet of paper. Of course, if I had seen what it was before I had chosen to take it, I might have reconsidered. How I was going to survive a day with a fashionista pre-teen was beyond me, but until that paper was in my hands, I wouldn't even be aware of the fact that I was going to be doing it. "Please and thank you!"
A DAY FOR THE QUEEN RANK: D DESCRIPTION: The wealthy parents of Masumi Suji have taken even more extra measures and have requested for shinobi to go with their daughter when she goes shopping and when she generally walks about the place to make sure that she doesn’t get hurt by any potential attackers and to make sure that she doesn’t get kidnapped. This means that the designated shinobi must go with her in to the heart of Kusagakure and its stores, and be a kind of assistant to her; Carrying her bags, and answering comments like “Does my butt look big in this?” “But is pink really my colour?” “What do you think about this shirt?” OBJECTIVE: Look after the young heiress when she goes shopping, and stop any potential attacks or kidnappings! PAY: 25 EXP and 500 Ryo.
As always, it seemed as though Shinobis were ready for combat. I found myself wondering why it was that fools couldn't understand how and when they were to act. With a sigh, I beheld as the other Kage tapped his glass, causing it to shatter and, with a flicker of movement, would reappear several meters away. Just as quickly, the Kusa nin reacted, coming out to meet them.
I, however, would be slightly slower than my allies. If it was the decorate interior that these imbeciles seemed to desire to protect, I'd let them regret allowing me to know that. Working quickly, I'd attack exploding tags to several shuriken, three in total, before tossing them into several corners -- two on the sides where the door we had entered would come from, placed on the left and right, and one on the left corner of the wall where the enemies had broken their window and fled.
You could say it was vindictive, but I left the room with a smile on my face. As I stepped out, a quick handseal would activate, causing the three exploding tags to detonate. Since I had positioned them on the important corners of the room, their detonation would likely cause the complete collapse of at least the roof of that room... if not a more widespread destruction.
With that done, I began a leisurely pace towards my allies, placing myself several meters behind them. My eyes watched my opponents and my allies alike, and I extended an arm, tense and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
All Items in my bio. Since I did all of that in my post, I decided to take my time and come out. My walk probably puts me at two or three meters outside of the building, so well behind the three Kusa nin.
It seemed as though my previous thought was one worth worry -- my opponent would view my moment of hesitation as holding back, and for a moment I shuddered, my body refusing to respond to the panic commands that my brain sent to it. In that moment, the boy's arm would outstretch and reveal the fact that he was now wearing a gauntlet... and the fact that that gauntlet was, in that same moment, bring released towards me.
In a moment of insight, I knew what I should do. The kunai, which was in my left hand, would be flung immediately towards the Kiri-Oni, and at that same moment, a gathering of energy would fill my being. Running straight through my arm as a focused electrical current, the energy would erupt from the very fingers which had only a moment ago held a kunai, and with the energy moving at the speeds that it did, it would be highly unlikely that my opponent would be able to respond to it.
Of course, the energy was not aimed towards the one who wielded the Kiri-Oni, but rather the metallic object itself. As an item of composed of strong metals, it would be highly conductive, and though the strike would not be enough to kill the boy, if it successfully managed to hit the Kiri-Oni, and through it, him, I would waste no time and continue to act.
From the same hand that shot thunder before, another blast of energy would be released, a deadly chain of lightning that would attempt to take advantage of any would or momentary hesitation on behalf of my opponent. Once more, though, my target was the Kiri-Oni, not the kid, but the difference between this technique and the other was that what came out was a stream of lightning, almost like a beam, that could be redirected at will and, as such, I could chase down anything that I needed to.
If any of the attacks succeeded, I would once more begin my interrogation.
Hold back?! I didn't have any talent to hold back! With a shudder, I watched as the boy descended from the trees, and I found myself beginning to hop backwards, attempting to maintain some distance between the two of us. I had seen the ease with which he had both deflected my attack and caught my easier one. Therefore, when he gave his ultimatum, I knew that I was going to end up getting... burned, for lack of a better word.
Pulling out another kunai, I'd attempt to keep pace with the boy as he moved towards me. However, moving backwards was a little more difficult than simply running forwards, so I knew that I'd eventually get caught. However.... it gave me vision of my opponent, and with that vision I'd behold the splash of red that filled the boy's eyes, the three comma-shaped tomoe marking them as Sharingan, and I'd find myself stopping dead in my tracks.
Those eyes... I had seen those eyes before! I held in my mind a fleeting image, one that I wasn't sure why I remembered... he too had had those red, tomoe'd eyes. And just as quickly as the image came, it fled, leaving me confused, bewildered, and feeling utterly alone. Just then, it came to my attention that I had come to a complete stop, and that my opponent would likely be gaining on me. I looked around frantically for him, but only one thought echoed through my head:
If it was proof of him being a shinobi that I wanted, I had certainly received it. In a singular, painstakingly easy motion, the boy raised his hand up, sticking his index finger through the tiny hole of the shuriken and left it spinning around his finger. As I landed, my jaw all but dropped. I had never in my life, that I could recall, anyways, seen someone handle a weapon with that much ease.
Except... somehow, I knew that I had. From the edges of my mind, I could almost... but then the image was gone. Still, though, I was left breathing heavily, the sheer knowledge that I had been close enough to someone with such skill in weapon and survived previously making me wonder just what it was that I had been in my life before I had forgotten it all.
I didn't have time for more contemplation, though. With a mocking taunt, the boy threw the Shuriken back towards my feet, proclaiming he didn't need my weapon for he had plenty of his own. My body trembled for a moment, but I resisted my own fear and put metaphorical steel in my backbone. Straightening my back, I reached into my pocket and withdrew a kunai, its hilt crinkling as I held it.
Since I was standing about seven meters from the boy, I would continue to attempt to read him until his mocking voice called through the air once more. Did I want to play...? My eyes narrowed. My response needed no words. I threw my kunai straight towards the boy, but as I did, I began to move forward, taking the small amount of time it would take to run towards my shuriken and pick it up off the ground. My weapon whistled through the air - what would his next move be?
This was... surely, it was... just, not possible... Without warning, terror filled me so suddenly that I nearly succumbed to it. My body went numb, my mind racing in a thousand different ways, and I felt like I couldn't breath. This man; no, this boy, was the son of Uchiha Kouketsu, the Conqueror Ninja? Every ounce of my imagination stirred at the words, which screamed familiarity at me, while every last one of my nerves commanded me to flee, yet my body did not listen.
Rooted in place as I was, I barely caught the rest of the boy's sentence, which named him a Jounin of Konohagakure. The Hidden Leaf had found me again, it seemed, and in my mind's eye I could see once more my mad dash through the forest, attempting to run and hide from the former Shinobi who had almost taken my life. I had escaped with my life before, but would I be able to manage it again?
A tear welled up in my left eye and I quickly closed both of them to hide the fact. My fists clenched and I took a deep, panicked breath before I opened my eyes to look at the boy. During our conversation, he had come ever closer to the ground. Finally, though, he had asked the all important question, one that I was sure he expected an answer to.
Well, I'd give him an answer. With a practiced speed, my right hand reached into its pocket and withdrew a shuriken. In that some motion, my arm extended and the shuriken let loose, flying in a straight line towards the boy. If he were truly a ninja and not just a boy telling a tall tale, then he would be able to dodge or block this sort of weak attack. If not, then I'd be able to take him back to the village for some healing.
I wasn't taking any chances, however. The moment the shuriken was loosed, I was pushing against the ground with my legs and left hand, jumping backwards a couple of meters to put some distance between us. As I descended, my voice would echo through the woods.
Although I had been paying attention the boy well before he began to descend from the trees, it wasn't until I heard those words that it dawned me on that this child was from another country. It hadn't seemed possible that I would find a ninja from another country so close to Kusagakure's walls, and the prospect frightened me. Without command, the memories of being chased by a Konoha shinobi in my past filled me for a moment before I shook my head once, dispelling the thoughts.
But this was a young child! There's no way that he could be a ninja, was there? I had looked over the body and I didn't see a headband... and just like that, I suddenly understood. The boy was telling a story - a tall tale. He was likely a rugrat from Kusagakure's formerly deceased streets, and he was trying to seem impressive to me. Blushing towards his complement, I smiled, suddenly feeling indulgent, and responded to his question.
Wit a start, I glanced towards the young boy who hung suspended in the canopy. I hadn't even heard the boy's coming! Well, that just goes to show how lost in thought I was... or how inept I was at Shinjutsu. Either way, I wasn't that concerned with the boy's arrival -- after all, he was just a boy. With a smile on my face, I waved towards him and nodded my head.
"Good afternoon to yourself. Are you lost?" It seemed an appropriate question to ask a little boy who was found on the outlying edge of a forest. I hadn't really taken any time to look him over, but if I had, I would have noticed how silly of a question that was. Without a doubt, the boy held himself with the type of loose grace that screamed "experienced fighter". Even his clothing was made so that he could strike as was needed.
However, such information was lost on me. Instead, I was simply concerned, and hoped that the boy didn't need any kind of help. I wasn't sure how good I'd be in a pinch, anyways.
I sat on the edge of the Shi no Mori, the Great Forest, which now existed over the entire country of Kusa no Kuni. It was a dark place, full of danger, I was sure, yet I found that I had the intention of one day exploring its depths and figuring out what had happened.
You see, Kusa no Kuni used to be a place of rolling hills and endless plains. There were trees, this was true, but they were not the dense forests of Hi no Kuni. While it was true that Kusagakure had many famed users of Mokuton, would any of them have descended so low as to change the landscape as it was? Or was it that, during the Great Ninja War where all had been destroyed, someone, or something, had facilitated the change for a specific purpose?
I couldn't remember much of anything, that much was true, but I did know that the landscape had been altered so completely that the village would be nigh untraceable on map. On top of that, from the way that the villagers and even the shinobi of Kusagakure had acted, the village's restoration was rather... new. There had to be someone behind the scenes, pulling the strings, and who that was... Well, that was now my intention to find out.
I continued to sit there, deep in thought, eyes glancing into the forest, and I wondered so many things...
Hi All. I realize that I'm a post behind, work has me kind of screwed up. After this, normal posting order can be restored... so to Masa after this?
The people inside of this realm were fools. Did they truly think that they had somehow escaped the wrath of the Great Nations from the ninja war?! This entire country had been the battleground between Earth, Fire, and Wind, and it wasn't only our village which had been destroyed. Just because this one had been reborn as Kusagakure had did not mean that we would spare them. There was room in Kusa no Kuni for only one ninja village, and that was ours.
Because of this, I knew almost immediately that these idiots would begin attempting to end us here. After all, we had the Kusakage with us. Any chance that they had at ending this by surprise and with speed would happen in this moment. A failure to act on their behalf would be bad because, simply put, Kusagakure had a superior military force and we would crush them underfoot.
Of course, there was only one thing wrong with their plan. We had the Kusakage on our side. It wasn't that I had ever encountered her in combat -- in fact, it was quite the opposite -- but there an aura that hung suspended around her, one of strength, royalty, and grace, which simply did not exist amongst anyone else in this room. When they attempted to bring their strength against us, they would be crushed underneath her heel.
It came as no surprise to me, then, when guards suddenly appeared in the room, their numbers matching ourselves. Three people, most likely Shinobi, against three other Shinobi, with the two Kages of different villages standing head to head. It would be an interesting encounter, then. Tsukune hadn't missed the fact that there were now other people in the room, either. Gathering my attention, he directed his sight to one, and then the other. The message was clear -- I would handle the one in the closest right corner.
Standing ready, I would listen to the end of the two Kage's... conversation... before noticing a change in demeanor. They were ready to attack. That was good -- so was I.
Nodding to show that I heard him, I waited until he had begun walking away before moving myself. It was weird to think that, so quickly, I had made a friend. It was a good feeling, really, and one that I was quite glad to experience. Without missing a moment, a smile filled my face once more, and I turned the opposite way as Tsukune-san, moving through the park and making my way back to my home.