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IN CHARACTER With the release of the bijuu and chakra reappearing in humans, the world has become incredibly unstable. To protect themselves from discrimination and prepare for the trials ahead clans of shinobi have started to gather together to form villages. Two villages already exist and this has put pressure on other clans to start to come together under their own banners. Will you help create these villages or do everything you can to stop them?
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Post by Masaki on Jul 3, 2014 9:24:46 GMT -7
 An hour after sunset and the lovers were gone. Many had wandered away after seeing the sun slip behind the horizon, most accompanied by friends or paramours. A flock of young shinobi, most likely Kusagakure genin, had been roughhousing when Masaki arrived to the bridge, giving him an entertaining show to watch till one boy nearly fell off, his foot slipping on the edge. They’d stopped quickly after that, falling silent for the sunset and then racing back to their village, turning everything in their life into training or a mission. Masaki smiled at their eagerness.
Now the Iwagakure jounin sat alone, his legs dangling off Kannabi’s ledge, his palms digging into the gravel, leaving little rock impressions in his skin. Early night had settled over the trading route and many had left to the comforts of their own home. Merchants rarely traveled at night and couples enjoying the view never stayed too long, not when they had other duties to attend to. It didn’t bother Masaki in the least- this louring darkness, the severity of being alone on such a grand structure. He knew it well.
A light wind blew past him, howling over the looming depth below his feet. Masaki sighed; the sound ringing peculiar to any who heard it. It was part content, part longing, and belonged solely to Masaki for many years now. He had nothing to do, after returning back from a mission with his genin team, giving them the night and tomorrow off to recover before they resumed training. Supposedly the Chuunin exams were coming up and Masaki was stepping up his own game, putting every ounce of his being and dedication into teaching.
It kept him from falling apart.
Masaki’s eyes lingered and strained against the growing darkness, his right orb especially failing him now. His thoughts were sparse just like his reasons for being at Kannabi, diluted by free time and lack of responsibility.
“Perhaps I should head back…” he muttered to himself, adjusting his positioning as another breeze gushed by him. The great depth below Kannabi groaned in response, sounds created by wind and hollow earth meeting.
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Post by Kouketsu Nazuma on Jul 3, 2014 21:38:21 GMT -7
Tsuchi No Kuni would play host to a foreigner on its' barren soil. An intruder? Perhaps, but to call me such would suggest that our two countries harbored ill will toward each other. That statement would be false; Suna and Iwa more or less lacked communication with each other, for better or for worse. It was probably for the better.. Sunagakure was not the country to go to war with.
My mission had begun; the first step, espionage. Like a true shinobi, I would operate under the pretense of silent surveillence. Invisible to the eye and deaf to the ears was how I planned to proceed. No one knew of my endeavors, not even the Kazekage. This mission wasn't sanctioned by the village; no, this was off the books. Tsuchi no Kuni was very much foreign to me, as well as Iwagakure, and while my mission didn't exactly require me to find the hidden village, it would've been a pleasent surprise. Both were however, both unknown and too close-- who's to say they weren't planning anything beneath those rocks?
I proceeded into earth country and along the border, Obelisk soaring above. Occasionally he would descend to where I was almost as if to keep me company. He never stayed for long, and as quick as he landed would he take back to the skies. I preferred him up there; not only was he out of danger, but he could also keep his eyes out for anything abnormal. With that bird's eye view, I had an idea of what was going on around me in all directions and I partly followed Obelisk as we traveled.
We had been traveling for a while now, and night approached. Still, we continued in our endeavor, moving through the darkness swiftly. Our mission had been filled with the sight of travelers and merchants.. no shinobi, no village gates. I was ready to turn around and head back to the village when Obelisk returned to my side, notifying me of a man sitting on the kannabi bridge, about 30 meters. He couldn't tell if the man was a shinobi or not.
With a nod, Obelisk took to the skies, his ebony feathers camoflauging him amongst the sea of darkness. The moon was out, and was the only real form of light about the bridge. When Obelisk moved, I closed the distance between me and the man to 20 meters. His back was toward me; I could've approached him from behind and he would of never knew I was there. I instead, would simply watch the man for now. Hidden behind a rather thick bush, I couldn't be seen, heard, or sensed.
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Post by Masaki on Jul 4, 2014 8:38:07 GMT -7
Another breeze, another groan from the yawning depth, and Masaki knew he had to head back to Iwagakure. He needed to wash up from being on the road, clean out his little apartment from being barren for a week and, of course, he had a mission report to write. The man smirked to himself, a coyness about him that was often swept underneath by solemnity and not normally witnessed by others. His students, especially the ones still in the Academy, forgot that being a sensei wasn’t just leading missions and ‘bossing around genins’ and their idealistic minds conveniently overlooked mission statements and reports. The Kage had to be informed, Masaki would gently chide them, before receiving a chorus of rolled eyes.
Luckily, this report he needed to write was straightforward with as no accidents had taken place. The worst thing to happen on a D or C ranked mission was being attacked and having one of his genin suffer an injury or finding bandits or hostile shinobi. Not only did it weigh heavily on Masaki’s conscious for one of his students to suffer under his protection (even if they would have to learn to fight without him) but it also ensured a pile of reports after that took a large chunk of Masaki’s time up. But better he be swamped in work and training than out piddling his time away like this- sitting doing nothing.
Pulling his legs up, the right first, then the left, Masaki removed himself from his little perch on the side of the bridge. He had a few bruises from the mission, a tight soreness but it barely registered in Masaki’s mind. The jounin looked around, eyes now adjusted to the darkness around him, picking up the faint rustling of the trees bordering each side of Kannabi. But nearly three decades of life and struggle had blessed Masaki with a keen and watchful eye and very rarely did the man relax, not even at his home.
That being said the ebony shadow above him and then, a few moments later, the slight rustling in the bush, as if the wind had combed its fingers through it caught his attention. Perhaps to younger or less skilled shinobi they wouldn’t have noticed either giveaways, taking the shadow as nighttime darkness and the rustling as a breeze, but Masaki was beyond that level. He knew.
Casually, he turned and walked towards the noise, acting as if he was going on a stroll, continuing his business. Of course he was going the wrong direction but whoever hid from him didn’t know that. Masaki was curious, especially since the stranger was walking to Iwa’s village, but that didn’t pass on his face. Instead he maintained a flat expression, eyes concentrated in front of him, hands in pockets.
And then, when he passed by the bush the jounin paused. “Heading to Iwagakure?” he questioned, looking down the path and not at the foliage.
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Post by Kouketsu Nazuma on Jul 6, 2014 10:51:15 GMT -7
From his movements, it seemed like the man had a few things on his mind. While I couldn't exactly guess what it was, his body language told me that something was bothering him. Was he troubled about something? I continued to watch him in hopes of solving this mystery. Surprisngly, the man would get up and leave his post, heading my way. At first, I simply thought he was a mere traveller who's destination was in my direction, but I was surely wrong. He didn't move like a peasant; he had more of a calm about him, and guile uncommon with those of the common folk.
He confirmed my suspicion as he spoke to me. No mere man would've been able to notice me without the use of their senses-- no sight, no hearing, no sensory skills. No, this man was a shinobi, probably of Iwa considering where we were. Luck was on my side today. As a shinobi, he definately knew where the hidden village was. I figured as long as I played my cards right, I too would know.
I exited the bush under the persona of a regular kid my age. This man really didn't know me, so easily I could paint the portrait of myself to him. A silly, goofy teenager, with red hair like a girl.
"I, ugh.. I'm actually lost, sir. My family owns a small settlement southeast of here and Mother sent me to deliver a letter to a shop in Iwa in hopes of establishing trade", I replied. It was a bold face lie, but I too was a shinobi, one specialized in illusions and deception.
"Kouketsu .. my friends call me Obelisk", I added, offering a bit of information about myself in exchange for a bit of this man's trust. In the shinobi world, trust was everything.
The man was tall, taller than me, and the monicle covering his eye reminded me of Kazekage-sama. It was obvious something had happened to this man in the past-- not because of his eye, but his demeanor painted the picture of a man ravaged by war.. not a war between shinobi though.. a war on a much more personal level.
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Post by Masaki on Jul 7, 2014 2:27:36 GMT -7
The reward for Masaki’s perspicacious mind came in the form of a red headed teenager with a fair face, perhaps androgynous when caught only by a glance. From his outwardly appearances the boy looked nothing more than that- a teenager caught alone in the bushes- but there was something almost regal about this stranger. It was a sleek look that didn’t match the bumbling country folk words that dropped from his mouth, landing with a thud at Masaki’s feet. How peculiar, Masaki mused, that someone who had barely created a ripple of attention hiding in the bushes (only high level shinobi would’ve caught the boy’s presence) but ‘seemed’ nothing more than the lost farm lad he proclaimed to be.
Despite the queer feeling that Masaki felt from the teenager, he smiled back politely. The stranger’s story held some merit to it and perhaps Masaki himself was being so paranoid that he was overlooking the basics. Or he was correct in his assumption that the redhead was more than his appearance and accent combined. Masaki couldn’t decide.
For now, however, Masaki went along with the story, inclining his head in a subtle greeting. “A pleasure, Kouketsu,” Masaki replied, refraining from using the nickname. They were not friends. “And if it is Iwagakure you are looking for then Iwagakure I can show you.”
Masaki gestured to the bridge and the rocky terrain that lead straight to Iwa. His gaze never left the boy nor did the polite smile on Masaki’s face fade either. If the boy truly was a simple market child then Masaki would act the simple guide, both tugging illusions over their real identities. “I’m Masaki and Iwa is my home so I know the village well,” he continued, stepping back to allow Kouketsu to join him on the main path.
“Your mother would be drowning in fear if she finds out you are alone on this road at night,” the jounin added, rolling his shoulders as his neck cramped. “Allow me to escort you back, Kouketsu, and on the way you can tell me which shop you are looking for exactly and how your family trade has come to know the owner.”
All of that was a way to test Kouketsu for no mother would let her untrained son travel alone at night and, if the tale was true, the boy would know which shop in particular he was going to. A part of Masaki felt guilty for analyzing Kouketsu as a threat but in the darkness, in this world now, everything became a threat eventually. “Shall we?” Masaki took a step forward, waiting patiently to see if the boy would follow.
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Post by Kouketsu Nazuma on Jul 11, 2014 12:41:09 GMT -7
The life of a shinobi was not one for the subtle or weak-minded; it was a world entrapped in darkness, secrets, death. At times it required you to kill, maim, and deceive innocents—you entered people’s lives on the whim of a mission, an assignment from above and you did as asked with not a care of who or what you could be affecting. To conquer worlds, or to save them? To protect or to enslave? With Power comes a great responsibility.” We could do things ‘normal’ people couldn’t, from conjuring flames to creating powerful gusts, controlling shadows or summoning beats, the possibilities were endless. And so—where do we draw the line between creation and destruction? Protection? These are questions I’ve asked myself since the very beginning.
Yet here I was, deceiving this man in front of me on a whim, creating a person in his eyes that was not who I was- a portrait of some made up boy trying to help mother out. Was I wrong for manipulating him so just to further my own goals? Would it be justified if I did it on behalf of the village? Maybe not; but to be truthful… I did not care. This man was of no kin to me. He was just a means to an end.
He seemed friendly enough though, offering his hand in leading me toward Iwa. I stepped onto the main path as he made room, looking in the direction I presumed was toward the village via his gesture. He made a comment about mother and how worried she’d be about me being out this late with no protection… a normal reaction. I giggled at the man before me—Masaki, he said his name was. The thought mother worrying was kind of funny because I knew she was. She hated whenever I left the village. Half the time she was unsure I’d return, but I was much stronger than she wanted to believe and my kekkei genkai gave me a pretty good advantage against the trials of life. Masaki knew none of this however, and I would continue to draw upon my canvas.
“You don’t know Mother”, I chuckled.
“If I return the same way I left home, I’ll be in for it for sure”, I added.
I followed him as he stepped forward, wondering if he was truly leading me in the direction of Iwagakure. My plan seemed like it was working. All I needed do was keep up the charade until the village was upon us. As we walked, I turned toward Masaki with a devious grin from ear to ear as if I was up to no good.
“I’m not completely alone out here, Masaki sir. My friend isn’t far off”—the grin turned into a goofy face long smile. I was referring to Obelisk, who was still soaring high above in the skies. [/font][/font] |
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Post by Masaki on Jul 20, 2014 11:03:12 GMT -7
There was something about this ‘farmer’s son’ that plagued upon Masaki. Each time the boy spoke, each time he said something else, the Iwa jounin grew more and more disquieted. Masaki could not deny that there was something off about Kouketsu even though he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason other than the fact that Masaki didn’t trust his story. Kouketsu had hid himself too well for a simple civilian. But none of these concerns played out on Masaki's face as he smiled back politely, that slightly stiff, perhaps a tad bit condescending look which Masaki had worn for years. He’d been playing the shinobi game for nearly two decades now and he knew the rules. Trust no one. Hadn’t his own family taught him that?
The night’s wind blew around Masaki and Kouketsu, echoing deep from the valley that Kannabi bridge spanned over. He kept his footfall even, not bothering to shorten it for the teenager; in fact Masaki expected the stranger to keep up evenly and if he did, well, endurance could come from working on a farm, that’s true, but it was even easier with a ninja’s training and use of chakra. Now the wave of guilt Masaki felt earlier for testing Kouketsu came again, nagging at the teacher inside of him. He was a sensei, he had a team, and before that Masaki spent hours tutoring at the Academy and helping out others, and because of that he wanted to trust students. Koukestu was student in looks, in age, in appearance.
Assumptions like that, however, got a man killed or his village destroyed.
“I may not know your mother,” Masaki hummed back, idly glancing upwards as if to stargaze. He noticed that whatever had swooped by him earlier in the dark was still out there. “But I know mothers and most are not pleased when their children wander in the darkness to an unknown location. Not with how the world is starting to become with tensions between villages.”
The older man changed his gaze, landing it on the teenager. “Do you follow closely what’s happening in the world, Kouketsu? As farmers I’m sure country tensions would be a vital part of your trade.”
Nearing the end of Kannabi, Masaki suddenly pivoted stepping in front of Kouketsu as he used his body to block the road to Iwagakure. “If you follow tensions you will understand why we’ve stopped,” Masaki continued, his voice calm, as if the sudden change in act between them was normal. “Your friend in Iwa- who are they? What does your family’s trade have to do with this village?”
417 sorry for the wait! and this post is not the best either :/
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