๑๑๑๑As Wata responded abruptly, Hideo became more curious. He seemed too cheery to be tired already this early in the day. There was a hint of fear in what he said, and there wasn't much that scared fishermen like him who according to Meshi quite enjoyed being off shore. The fog was something he found curious as well, a bit of new information even Meshi had neglected to mention, or rather may not have known about. A dozen people? Was the man really that afraid of what was out there? Even still, Hideo had seen some of the men hauling larger shrimp just within the harbor, they shouldn't have been that hard to find. He was determined however to strike a deal with this man.
Jumping up onto the ship with ease behind the man, Hideo turned and unzipped his white tunic down to almost his chest, facing only the man and the sea behind him before quickly zipping it up. What Wata would have seen was the metal from an easily recognizeable shinobi village forehead protector stitched into the middle of the black skin tight shirt he wore under the high collard tunic. After flashing the symbol he leaned in close, making eye contact with him. No doubt Wata would've noticed his stark white eyes. He muttered in hushed tones, "And if two shinobi were to escort you out there and help you haul in more than any of the men in this wharf for no cost? Would you consider it then? Sir look, you're right something isn't right out there. Your ship is the only one out here capable of handling the waves out there, and my partner and I are some of the only people capable of getting you out there and back in good working order. We know what's out there is affecting how much you guys are bringing in here on the wharf, and if we can't investigate we can't determine the problem and try to fix it. Meshi told me how much you enjoy being out at sea. If this problem persists, how long until its safe for you to do what you love and make enough to continue doing it?"
Hideo hoped to appeal to the fisherman in Wata. If Meshi was truly correct about how much time the man usually spent offshore, being cooped up so close to the small village must have been wearing on him. Just as well, if he and the others couldn't venture out any farther that meant where they were all left to fish had to have been strained for resources and very competitive. The men at the wharf had to have needed to be able to venture out and catch more in order to make more. And minimizing how much they had to battle for places to fish had to have its advantages. A shinobi escort in any normal situation was quite costly to a customer, and merited the utmost in protection usually. If they could protect him from other potential threats, surely they could protect him at sea.
Ah, a smartass. Sho had heard rumors of these uppity whippersnappers who hailed from so-called "civilization". She wasn't going to have it, no sir, not Sho the Grocer.
"Nowyoulistenhere," she sprayed while wagging her finger at Shinji, "don't you go touchin' ANYTHING or you'll be floatin' out to an island in a casket. Ryouain'tknowathingaboutanyislands. Getyourgrubbyhandsonmyproduct..."
She trailed off while effortlessly maintaining a talking speed the surpassed the cadence of even the fabled auctioneers. The one time she had slowed down was while she was taking a breath, it seemed--at the very least, her spit had stopped flying during that part. She seemed like she might know something, but it was buried beneath her irritability and defensiveness over her products. Near the end of the rambling, she seemed to smell blood in the water and turned her attention to a silver-haired drunk who'd stumbled in.
((It takes every fiber of my being not to put spaces in when she talks.))
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A couple of tired-looking sailors shambled listlessly past Kisuke, ignoring his offer much the same way that the other had ignored the offer of money. Two of them did meander over, but their interest did not negate their skepticism. Both of them smelled strongly of brine and sun-baked skin.
"The inn's got some good grub," one of them offered, "but fair's fair: if you're paying, we're eating everything on the menu. You got that kind of money, kid?"
The way the words rolled off his tongue made it sound like a threat, and his bearing wasn't helping much either. The two of them seemed to loom, especially given how tall and firmly-built they were. If anyone could eat through an inn's worth of food, it would be them.
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The old man grinned a wide grin, revealing several gaps in his teeth. He bowed slightly to Jeon, though the motion was mostly in his neck. A long life had robbed him of not only a few of his teeth, but some of his flexibility as well.
"Name's Kindo, but people call me Yoa. You're the first person from the Cloud I've seen in a long time." He cackled quietly, a short laugh that spurted out from between his few teeth. "Can't say I've heard of a stadium. Boy, haven't had catfish eomuk in... wait, I've never had it. Don't get any catfish out here, I think, but there's plenty of shellfish. Mostly prawns. Are mudcrabs like prawns? Meshi over at the inn does this thing where he cracks open one side of the prawn, puts a dab of butter on it with some saltwater, then cooks it over a fire with the shell side down. Gets really puffy and soaks up the butter real nice." The old man's eyes darted back and forth furtively, after which he dropped his voice to just above a whisper. "I hear a new island's popped up that has some really nice fishing, if you're into that sort of thing. Might want to check it out after your exam if you're anglin' for a good... well, anglin'."
He cackled quietly again at his lame joke.
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"OhmyGODwhyaretheresomanyofyou?!" the grocer exclaimed at a military cadence with none of the apparent discipline. Spit flew. It was a bloodbath over at the counter, or at least it was a bath. "Youdrunkspouryourselvesinmystoreand--"
While Sho continued to rant breathlessly, Shiori would find that there was a surprising amount of variety on the shelves of this small town grocery. There was even a package of some fancy noodles, right next to a bundle of some incredibly cheap instant noodles. Of course, there was still the option to make her own noodles, and the ingredients for that were there too. There was even a bottle of really cheap rice wine--the kind that was so cheap it might just blind a lesser being--if appearances needed to be maintained. There was also a jar of pickled artichokes on one of the shelves, looking just as resplendent as the woman behind the counter.
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Wata listened to the inspirational speech, and even noticed a wave crashing in the background as Hideo posed with his shirt open. It was such a manly sight that he almost forgot himself, but then some basic arithmetic brought him back down to earth and he started seriously considering the proposal.
"Two ninjas might do the trick, I guess," he admitted while stroking his chin, "but I only see one. You're not going to make one of those clone things are you? They won't cut it. Tell you what, if you get together a posse, I'll grab some of my guys and we'll try to catch one of the shrimps."
It seemed the boy had secured a way out onto a boat, if he could drag someone else into it with him. There were shrimp to get gotten.
In Chet's mind he wasn't grabbing a little girl's shirt, but rather a young man. His panicked expression pissed Chet off. "Man the ******** up you little s**t!" Chet shouted while he shook the little girl who in his mind was a young man. "I need to know where the ******** stadium is at so I can prove to Kokoro I'm not a worthless piece of trash!" The young man shouted "What the ******** are you talking about?!" Then the mother came out of nowhere with a frying pan, but Chet saw a deadly samurai wielding a katana. "Release the boy compadre." The samurai had a very off putting accent. Didn't really seem to fit his character. "TELL ME WHERE THE STADIUM IS AND I'LL LET HIM GO!" Chet picked up what he perceived to be a young boy and dangled him over the river's edge. Chet wasn't always this unstable. The circumstances of the previous night were throwing him off and making him lash out at those around him. See Chet wasn't human, but Oni weren't that different in terms of emotions and no matter how hard he tried to bury his emotions in drugs and liquor they always made it to the surface. Manifesting in extremely odd ways.
I said it's too late for me.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 8:10 pm
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Unki and Shiro arrive, finally. The fishing village was weather worn but very much alive with activity: the sea-fairing locals, boats, and apparent vistors. Unki ran ahead of him to approach a paper she had spied. Surely, Shiro had to have taken notice of it first as he was in the lead. "H-oh! Look, Shiro!" She would say upon identifying and closing in on a notice tacked onto a post. Upon closer inspection, they would learn of the committee's blunder and exchange looks. So, their individual letters led them to a very modest setting which turns out to be rather significant error. "I guess we have to ask around, then." Her teammate would nod. Asking question or two was the best bet. Shiro would then mention that if they could find their two teammates, the situation of four bodies working together could better the odds. Now, what their teammates looked like was unknown to Unki. She would hope that they could identiy Shiro, given that he isn't to identify them first.
Being back in a fishing village again made Unki feel a little at home. She would wonder some about the sort of catch that was hauled in during the season. Where were the boats? She thought, and where are these teammates Shiro mentioned? Just entering the town, Unki could take the spring-step onto asking the first villager she found. Who could deny talking to a cute lost girl like herself, huh? She would gesture at Shiro to stay some feet back as she would stake the first inquiry to a passer-by with a heavy net slung over their shoulder. Best catch someone now before having to trail all the way over to find the boats.
"Excuse me," she would begin while imparting a polite bow, "I was wondering if you happen to know anything about that post- back there- about the Chunin examination? It seems we've been running off someone's mistake."
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It's a shame I'm scared of heights cause when you sweep me off my feet, I can feel the ground beneath me sink into the sea
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Shinji cleared his throat when there was a pause in the womans words, if it came at all that was. Once there was he'd bow he head low respectfully before he stated.
"I am sorry if I misspoke mam. I do not mean to be a bother, if you wish I can leave. Though I would warn you that likely we won't be the last to show up looking for information. If you did know anything regarding a new island or not however I could spread the word to the other arrivals so they wouldn't have to bother you with so many questions"
In his statement Shinji offered the woman an opportunity for peace and quiet in her shop or just to send him out the door. Either of the options suited him just well. Whether or not it was actually possible to get to all of the new arrivals and relay information was another story but he figured this got him in a better position then he previously had been.
Raichi popped the squat by the tree, and from his perch he would spy down below some commotion over at the inn, some workers over at the docks, and on the horizon was ships sprinkled about on their voyage home with the haul. Very typical stuff, it would have been very calming and soothing if not for whatever was happening near the inn. When Kisuke walked over he produced an earbud which Raichi gladly took and slipped into his ear the best he could while listening to the quick update from his partner. The young Senju took in all the new information and stored it away in his memory vault and would begin the due process of formulating a plan of attack. Raichi gave a nod of thanks for the update and watched as Fang and Kisuke walked off to go and do their own recon.
Fang walked off towards the center of town while the Inzuka male trotted towards the docks. That was where Raichi would have preferred to have gone, but first come first serve. So first, he figured he would try to earn some favor with the locals but going to see what the commotion was about and maybe help solve whatever it may be. After standing up Raichi would leap into the air and bound and hop his way towards the village below at a fast past. Once he made it closer to the center of town he took his approach vector to the roofs, landing quietly due to his training as to not disturb the locals to the best of his abilities, for he could have been leaping from house to house as far as he knew.
Perching himself a little bit away he arrived in time to see Chet, a semi-familiar face manhandling a young girl while the mother planned to attack in order to retrieve her daughter. This could get messy. Listening to the speech pattern of Chet and the fact that he called the girl a boy combined with his eccentric behavior, he was quickly reminded of who he was dealing with. Sighing, the young Senju stood up from his perch and formed the needed hand-seals. What came next might have looked like a suicide attempt if anyone was watching, but he stepped off the roof. When he neared the ground however, he vanished, seemingly becoming one with the ground. It didn't take long for Raichi to swim underground over to Chet and the girl thankfully.
As if this was some action movie a gentle wet sea breeze wafted through the area as Raichi seemingly leapt out of Chet's shadow, appearing behind the man like some super assassin. With a spin of his body Raichi would attempt to deliver a kick to Chet's back to send him forward and into the ground while he reached out with his hand in attempt to grab the girl. If this worked the way he planned, Chet would land of his face while Raichi would be carrying the little girl princess-style in his arms while standing atop the river's water.
Statistics: [•] Bloodline Specialist [Senju] [•] 440/450 Chakra [•] 340 Stamina [•] Genin - C rank
Techniques Used: [•] Tsuchi Gunjikoudou no Jutsu [ Earth Military Movement Technique ] [•] Suimen Hokou no Waza [ Act of Water Surface Walking ]
Passives: [•] Can cast jutsu by saying or mouthing the names of the seals instead if hands are occupied. You must be able to speak the words, and your jaw/lips/tongue must be in no way impeded. This would mean that if gagged, you would still be unable to utilize the technique. Simply mouthing the words will not suffice. Keep in mind, too, that this in no way increases the number of Activations you receive per post, nor the overall speed of the techniques themselves. [•] -20 Chakra cost for Bloodline techs to a minimum cost of 5 [•] hen you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. [•] Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. [•] The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. [•] With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. [•] The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. [•] The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. [•] The practitioner is now accustomed to performing techniques they have mastered with either one or two knives. Once per post, the user may use a single D-Rank or lower technique from this Style without paying the cost. [•] The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. [•] The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes.
๑๑๑๑There was a pause in conversation as Hideo watched the man stroke his chin contemplating the offer. When the man admitted Hideo's offer could work, the boy couldn't help but begin to grin. When Wata postulated about the clone issue, Hideo shook his head. "No sir." Then the man offered terms and Hideo nodded in return. "I've got someone in mind, I'll come back with her and we can go on our way." With that Hideo jumped off of the boat back onto the dock, stuffing his hands in his pockets and resuming his normal strolling pace.
While his initial inclination was to run back, he figured no one in the town looked like they were in a rush to do anything. Why not blend in and take his time, after all Wata had to gather some men anyway. On his leisurely walk back he noticed a girl he'd seen in passing as he left the inn earlier. He couldn't quite make out what she was saying from where he was on the docks, but he could plainly see her holding money in her hands. "Maybe she's trying to pay for information." Hideo thought as he spotted what he could only assume was another genin. From the looks of the people around her they seemed to continue working and he wondered how much they were being offered. Taking a sharp right off the docks up towards the inn, Hideo glanced over in the girl's direction once more before continuing.
Reaching the inn and entering as he side-stepped some new faces, closing the door behind him Hideo walked over to Yuna and put on a smile. "Hey hun, how about a relaxing walk down by the docks? Listen to the ocean, take your mind off of being lost for a bit." On his way in he'd noticed way more familiar faces roaming around the town. None were really dressed like locals, most had headbands on as well. It seemed the first stage of the exams was very much underway.
Yuna eyes looked up to see Hideo walking up to her. "Sounder like a plan." she said walking over to him, wrapping her arm around his. "Lead the way, lover boy." Yuna teased since he seem to want to go somewhere.
KisukeShinsetsu ▬Genin ▪ C Rank ▪ Inuzuka Clan▪ Tanto ▪ Chakra 450/450 ▪ Stamina 360/360 ▪ Fangs Chakra 450/450 ▪ Fangs Stamina 360/360 ▪ AC:7800 ▪ Ryo:1100 ▬
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Kisuke smiled as two sailors meandered over to him, It was just his like that Dwanye The Rock Johnson twins were the ones to take his offer. Everyone else seemed uninterested, who the hell in uninterested in food? Of course they are probably aware of our intentions but still. Free food. It seemed like the Inn was the best place. That was pretty obvious, looks like they didn't have any low key places to eat. Kisuke smiled as they loomed and over him with the threat of their massive hunger."If I didn't, Would I be offering?"He said as confidently as possible. Of course checking the inn prices would have been a safer bet. But hey, he was sure Raichi could bail him out if they ran into trouble.Also he could try to fill them with beer first, so that they would feel fuller faster."Lead the way guys! I'm Kisuke nice to meet you!"He would wait for their introductions and follow their lead.Kisuke stopped and placed a hand against his ear as if listening in on something."Nod."Was his only word as he turned his attention back to the two Goliaths walking with him."You guys get a good haul today? What's up with the shrimp? I don't think I've seen them quite that big before."
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Fang wagged his tail at the attention when she reached out to him he carefully sniffed her, and that was when he realized something. She wasn't exactly a sheee He then remembered her scent from the office.After the nice pats and rubs She leaned in for a hug and whispered seconds later fang looked at her and nodded, confirming her request. She then left to somewhere, it seemed this was a pretty big hub for everyone to center around. He watched as someone walked in, immediately went to the girl who was speaking with Shiori said something to her and then they began walking out, they seemed to let out some peculiar pheromones as they interacted. He didn't have anything else to do at the moment so he began to follow them. This wasn't even a sneaky follow fang was literally right behind them with his tongue out and not a care in the world what a goofy dog.
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It didn't take long for his hunch to come into fruition as Kisuke and Fang came trotting up to him. At the mentioning of recieving an invite Raichi lit up with a cheeky smile with his arms crossed over his chest and his foot scratching the back of his other leg. "Nyehehe. Sure did! Although mine burned up on me." Raichi frowned at the thought he couldn't keep his invite. Hopefully he wouldn't need it later. It seemed Kisuke read his mind which returned his frown back to the toothy grin. "Great minds think alike. I'm not sure about you, but I did some hardcore training," Raichi started to stretch to emphisise his point, "and I feel like I've leveled up. I had hit a wall with my chakra training, but whatever I did it like burst forth out of nowhere only to halt again. Can't complain tho' I guess." After he was done with his stretching Raichi shoveled his hands into his pockets. "Ready to go?" [Potential exit if Kisuke and Fang exit with their next post]
Statistics: [•] Bloodline Specialist [Senju] [•] 450 Chakra [•] 340 Stamina [•] Genin - C rank
Passives: [•] Can cast jutsu by saying or mouthing the names of the seals instead if hands are occupied. You must be able to speak the words, and your jaw/lips/tongue must be in no way impeded. This would mean that if gagged, you would still be unable to utilize the technique. Simply mouthing the words will not suffice. Keep in mind, too, that this in no way increases the number of Activations you receive per post, nor the overall speed of the techniques themselves. [•] -20 Chakra cost for Bloodline techs to a minimum cost of 5 [•] hen you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. [•] Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. [•] The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. [•] With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. [•] The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. [•] The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. [•] The practitioner is now accustomed to performing techniques they have mastered with either one or two knives. Once per post, the user may use a single D-Rank or lower technique from this Style without paying the cost. [•] The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. [•] The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 8:23 pm
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Things were escalating into cheesy Public Service Announcement territory, but this was different. This was real life. A little girl was really dangling over the river. The samurai woman stopped when the threat became tangible, lowered her skiller, and put one hand on her hip. She probably looked like the sassiest samurai ever.
"Just let her go!" she pleaded. "She ain't done anything to you, you monster!"
A crowd of concerned onlookers was starting to gather. The commotion was sure to attract some undue attention in no time. There were some worried murmurs, along with a small amount of fist clenching and teeth grating, and a woman brandishing a net was moving downstream from them as insurance in case he dropped the girl. Who would manhandle a wee lass in such a violent manner?!
Hurrak
The woman with the net whipped her head around dramatically at Shiro, causing her wet hair to swing around and around her face.
"You're ninja?!" she cried, her voice full of desperation. "No time for questions! Someone's holding an innocent little girl hostage! You have to do something! Follow me!"
The woman would hurry off toward Chet, net in tow. When she arrived, she would begin sidling around him toward the river downstream of where he was dangling the girl, evidently intending to use the net to catch her should she fall.
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Sho whipped her head back toward Shinji rather breathlessly. She was starting to get tired, what with all the shouting. She huffed, huffed again, took a deep breath, and then huffed again.
"You want to see a new island? Go talk to that dumbass Wata! I got no time for that sort of thing." Thus far her speaking voice was much slower than previously, though not much quieter. "Now, if you're not buying anything... getthehelloutofmystore!"
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The two colossi gave each other a look full of mischief after Kisuke's proclamation. They kept pace well enough, as could be expected from people of their massive stride length.
"My name's Doein," one of them offered, "and that's Zarokku Jonson. Yeah, got quite a bit. Two whole shrimp and a few clams, can you believe it? Dunno what the shrimp are eatin' nowadays, but they sure got big recently."
"You gotta break their claws right quick," Zarokku Jonson added. "First thing, straight away, else they'll punch you in the gut. Now why are we stopped?"
They would crowd in on Kisuke and practically shove him into the inn if he didn't get his butt in gear. They were hungry and looking forward to bleeding him dry.
A small boy ran over to fang and patted him on the head really friendly-like.
The crowd of people surrounding the scene all looked like clowns. God damn it, Chet hated clowns. They were all giving him that creepy glare that clowns all had. Why did people keep feeding into the industry? They were terrifying! The Samurai lowered his sword, but continued spewing chosen one crap at Chet. "I KNOW YOU ******** KNOW WHERE THE GOD DAMN STADIUM IS! I AIN'T GOIN ON NO WILD ******** GOOSE CHASE WHEN I KNOW YOU PEOPLE KNOW WHERE A ******** STADIUM IS. IT'S A GOD DAMN STADIUM. SO TELL ME OR THE BOY GETS IT!" A clown in a boat with a net would call for Chet from below. The boy wouldn't stop squirming in his grasp. Chet couldn't stand it. He motioned to slap the boy, buy something else happened.
Chet felt something tickle his toned abs. The attack was too weak to throw him off balance or harm him in any sense due to his bloodline and berserk like fighting style. And he was drunk off his mind. Looking at his new assailant Chet saw a demon. A demon of darkness. As if it's body was on fire. "DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE ACADEMY IS?!" Chet shouted before grabbing for the demon's hand. If grabbed Chet would launch the demon into the crowd while keeping hold of his hostage. If the people of the village would just give him what he wanted the girl would be set free. No test was worth the life of a child.
I said it's too late for me.
techniques used: B Rank Formless Suiken Hard Physical "Demon Toss"
Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2017 3:08 am
Flared nostrils and widened eyes at the thought of some prawn took over the expression of Jay. Before long, he would shake off the face and nod his head. "Mudcrabs are probably a close description, besides that they have wide bodies..." He turned towards the window to see if anyone esle had arrived, and there she was in his vision: his teammate Anki. Good. He turned back to the man's somewhat shifty eyes. His own narrowed a bit but he smirked nonetheless. River fishing wasn't a lot diferent from fishing in open water right? And he was an accomplished spearfisher too. Jeon was even better than him, so the idea was there. Even more odd, however, was the idea that an island had just... popped up. He waited a sec, chuckling at the somewhat bad joke, and then inquired about this island. "Excuse me, you said a new island just... popped up? How far out do you think it is? Think we could charter a boat to take us there?" As he spoke he moved towards the window, peering through the glass and watching Unki speak to the person, and then seeing the girl a bit frantic. Jeon, still awake and barely able to see, also could tell something was off out there. Jeon's eyes were focused on the sounds she could barely make out from the woman's cries. Hostage situation? Jay looked at the store owner again, awaiting his answer while his face clearly seemed concerned. When he did answer, the man would be out the door to see what was going on.
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Village KumogakurexxxxxTitle GeninxxxxxRankDxxxxx Current Chakra 235 / 235xxxxxCurrent Stamina 345 / 345xxxxx Active Techniques:xxxxxxxxxxEnergy Recovery (-): [ 0 / 0 ]
Personal Attributes: • Jeon and I are unstoppable!: Have an extra locked formless style. • Basics Build up!: Treat all formless styles as complex techniques. Class & Clan Reductions: ○ Tai Class • Learn Taijutsu techniques one (2) posts faster. xxxxx•Blood Bender: N/A ○ Buki Class • Learn Weapon techniques one (2) posts faster. xxxxx•Brawler!: Your taijutsu is just one side of your skill, as you are also versed in utilizing ninjutsu as well. Your taijutsu body moderately increases your Speed and Reflexes, while at the same time granting you an additional 2 ninjutsu techniques per level, then an extra 4 ninjutsu per rank after jounin. ○ Bukijutsu The user is much like a hybrid warrior, focusing on mixing ninjutsu into their personal arsenal. Through their great devotion to this path the user can cast ninjutsu without hand seals while wielding a weapon, D at D-rank, C at C-rank, B at B-rank, A at A-rank, and S at S-rank. These techniques maintain the same description and criteria to use, as well as require the same amount of time to mold the chakra through the weapon as would be needed to perform hand seals, meaning the techniques are not instantaneously cast. The user’s spirit is so strong, that they can utilize their physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques of the same rank or below. Techniques Used:
๑๑๑๑Walking out of the door with Yuna headed towards the docks, Hideo heard footsteps behind them and some rather loud panting. Stopping about half way to where they were going the genin turned as his eyes met with nothing until his gaze fell below where it usually landed. As he looked down he saw a dog with his tongue hanging out to the side, tail wagging and clearly not suited for the warm weather on this island as he panted with what looked like a s**t eating grin on his face. There was a couple moments of silence as Hideo stood staring blankly at the dog, who seemed to just as well stare blankly right back at him. As he took one step backwards the dog took one forward and then sat, wagging his tail and cocking his head to the side. When the boy moved back one pace again, the dog moved forward once more.
This song and dance continued four more times before Hideo sighed, pulling his right hand out of his pocked and allowing the animal to sniff it before stroking it under the chin. With a pat on the head, Hideo turned and began on his way, feeling there was a pretty decent possibility the dog was gonna follow as he looked over to Yuna. "Do you know whose dog this is?" It was then that he saw it as they continued walking. Honestly in his haste to leave the inn he hadn't before, and Yuna had been standing in such a way that it was within a crowd of people, but there it was plain as day leading down to the wharf. "There's supposedly an island that has cropped up offshore. Fisherman Wata agreed to take us out to catch shrimp in exchange for our help as shinobi, apparently the men are too scared of some of the things they've seen out there to venture any farther out to sea and therefore closer to the island without any muscle so I had to let them know we could handle it. I'm thinking that island might be where we need to go, but we've gotta get close enough to do some recon work on it. One more thing, don't be alarmed, but you have a chakra string attached to you." Nodding towards it as they continued, the pair turned left as the string seemed to be coming from the right hand side of the docks where Hideo had seen that girl with money in her hand earlier.
His attention shifted towards the men gathering on Wata's ship however, he could tell the man had indeed been busy. Hideo figured Yuna had keen enough eyes to track a long visible string of chakra back to whoever made it, and deal with it on her own in whatever manner as he himself jumped onto Wata's ship and turned towards the dog and muttered, "Sorry buddy, we'll be back soon enough. I'll bring ya a treat okay?" Turning and walking towards Wata with a wave Hideo began. "We're here and ready to go, looks like the gang's all here!" Try as he might, Hideo couldn't hide his excitement. He'd only been out to sea once, and he was ever so curious about what Wata and these men were seeing out there. Hopefully, he and Yuna would see some of that stuff too.
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It's a shame I'm scared of heights cause when you sweep me off my feet, I can feel the ground beneath me sink into the sea
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Shinji didn't hesitate when he was given a name, and of course to comply with the barked orders. In a flash he exited the store after giving a small nod, taking a few steps outside before he would remove his head band. It seemed not all of the locals liked shinobi so perhaps a strange of strategy was in order.
Depending on where he was he'd look for a passerby and ask
"Hey there. I'm looking for someone called Wata? I've been trying to track down the location of a new island and I was told he might know something about it"
So many of you? So many of who? Tourists? Ninjas? This was a very committed bit, she'd give the fishing village that. Shiori had her own part to play, assigned by herself, and that was the travelling chef. It'd come to pass when the shouts were directed at her, which they had to be by the 'drunk' comment, she'd stop examining the pretty good wares, all be said, she'd stomp over the counter and let fly."Chumeanyou? Me? Wassamatteryoulady!? Bitchcomeinwantinfoodandyougivehershitlikethiswhensheaintevenwiththempeopleoussidehowboutdamakeshernotwannaspendadimeinthisjoint."What would follow as she went about shopping and pulling packages of noodles off the shelves since she couldn't be arsed to make any in a reasonable amount of time, was a long and unyielding rant about absolutely nothing pertaining to anything going on, let alone Shinobi Nations. The rise and fall of the shield-tanked battleship at the hands of the stealth bomber by that b*****d Templeman N, who she'd seen and lived. The over-powered capabilities of dumb Martian walkers and their resistance to Materia. Paparazzi. Ice Cream. The average air speed of an unladen swallow, both African and European. It did not end, but in that time, Shiori was taking in every single word of Sho's and Shinji's conversation. She had a lead, which meant information to confirm and trade. Suddenly she was done shopping, plopping two arm-fulls of noodles on the counter, making a mental note that being noticeably smaller and having breasts reduced his carrying capacity. She'd dig into the pocket created by the kimono sleeve she had tied under her obi and conjured her coin purse, which wasn't full enough for all the toys she wanted, but honestly more than she knew what to do with in terms of cooking ingredients. That cheap bottle of rice wine had been placed in her cleavage to carry, and was not removed as she had her hand poised ready to withdraw however much this stuff was going to cost, be it real Ryo from his profile of just NPC fake money.
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Konoha Registration #379615709
Village KonohagakurexxxxxTitle GeninxxxxxRankDxxxxx Current Chakra 280 / 325xxxxxCurrent Stamina 315 / 315xxxxx Active Techniques:xxxxxxxxxxEnergy Recovery (-): [ - / - ] [ E Rank ] Henge no Jutsu
Personal Attributes: • Professional Drinker: Recovery of chakra (not stamina) via 'Resting' at twice the normal rate while drinking alcohol. • Flame Proficiency: Katon [ Fire ] ninjutsu cost [50%] less chakra to perform. Class Reductions: ○ Bukijutsu Class • Learn Bukijutsu techniques one [1] post faster. xxxxx•Mystic Hero: Ninjutsu techniques through held weapon [ D Rank ] xxxxx•Mystic Hero: Can use physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques [ E - D Rank ] ○ Bloodline Class • Learn Uchiha techniques one [1] post faster. xxxxx•Thoroughbred: Maximum Chakra/Stamina Increase xxxxx•Thoroughbred: 5 Chakra/Stamina Uchiha technique cost reduction [ D Rank ]
