Moonlit Beach is the largest within Tsukigakure. It has a spectacular view of the moon at its highest point. The water is so clear it appears as if someone could look down and see all the way to the bottom of the ocean.
Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 6:25 pm
「Hazukiro "Froggy" Yoshikawa 」
"Laughter is the best Medicine!"
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In normal clothes for once he decided to head to the beach from home. Walking onto the sand he noticed the beach was vacant, sighing Hazukiro sat down by himself and watched the surf come in. After some time past he decided to summon Gamakichi. Biting his finger causing it to bleed slightly as he executed the summoning jutsu. In a poof of smoke Gamakichi appeared before him. "Yo Froggy!" Hazukiro smirked "Long time no see Gamakichi, how have you been?" ."Better than you from what I hear, are you still wearing that lame old frog suit around the village?". Hazukiro laughed then they both watched the tide come in. As the afternoon sun started to head towards the horizon. Hazukiro had an alternate motive to summoning Gamakichi "You knew my grandmother?" Gamakichi laughed "The Old lady, she was something special but yeah?". "I was just wondering if she knew a man named Yogen?" Gamakichi looked surprised and shocked then tried to cover it up "Yogen, sounds like yogurt, nah the old lady didn't know anybody by that name.".
Before Hizukiro asked another question Gamakichi he changed the subject "So Froggy learn any jutsu worth talking about?". Hizukiro may act childish but he knew not to mention the spiral sphere tenchique. "I learned one that involved me spitting something explosive out of my mouth..." Gamakichi laughed "Bah, it sounds like I won't be seeing you much haha!" Then Gamakichi started to think "Instead of a fire like jutsu what if you used your earth element skill, spitting a substance out that was sticky then hardened eh?". Hizukiro looked out at the water then stood up. "Oh, oh, it should look like me,ha,ha!". Before Hizukiro dismissed it as stupid and impossible he thought about it. The jutsu might slow down a enemy so he could use the spiraling sphere successfully.
Focusing his chakra in his stomach he started to use the earth element to change the chakra into a liquid substance but gulped it. Falling down in disgust Gamakichi laughed "Bite off more than you can swallow Froggy,ha,ha" Not in the mood for laughing with Gamakichi Hizukiro stood up trying to execute the jutsu. Forming earth hand signs Froggy channeled the chakra in his stomach turning it into mood that filled up his mouth. As soon as it got to his mouth he spit it like poison in a puddle. Gamakichi rolled over and laughed "Maybe I don't want it to look like me,haha?" Hizukiro sighed then started to laugh a bit.
"Give me one more try before you back out as the inspiration behind this jutsu!" Beaming a smile he attempted the process again. Mud pooled into his mouth then he spat it out using his chakra to make the stream's front look like a frog. Gamakichi started to laugh "That's awesome kid, I endorse it!" then clapped his hands. "Listen Froggy I gotta go, maybe summon me when you have a mission or something other than making jutsus after me, haha!". In a poof of smoke Gamakichi disappeared. Smiling Hazukiro decided it was time for a mission and headed across the bridge towards the Kage's office.
[Learned Frog Mud Bomb] [Exit]
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Basic Info
Class: Summoner Path: Single Contract Summon Bloodline: Sacrificial Sensor
Chakra
Current Chakra: 20 Reductions: 50% Chakra reduction
Passives
:• [Sage Mode] The users of the Summoner Class are able to tap into Sage mode as well as learn full contracts. • [Single Contract Master] The user specializes in a single contract. All of their summonings are one rank stronger than what they would normally be at the same costs. • Chakra Suppression This ability allows the user to suppress their chakra to the point that it is completely undetectable. This makes it impossible for sensor-type shinobi to track them via chakra. The downside of this ability is that since the user suppresses their chakra they are unable to use sense other targets. • 25% Chakra reduction to chakra based techniques • Ability to sense chakra, no matter how away in the thread they are. • Can suppress own chakra to become 'invisible' to other sensors.
Jutsu(s)
Current active jutsu: Summon(s):
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 8:13 pm
A view obstructing, humid mist rolled in and suddenly a fleet of ships began bringing in massive amounts of low skilled pirates! Surely this couldn't be what Elizabeth sent the boys to handle! They were quite a ways out, giving the boys little time to learn anything they had to before they made land and started razing the Beach. Each boat had about three to four marauders, and their were about fourteen boats. All the boys had to do was repel five of them as a team, and the villages other ninja would handle the rest.
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 8:58 pm
The Black and White Shinobi landed on the beach, noticing it was empty he decided to train. He pulled out a scroll and began reading his black and white jutsus. Then a certain sound of waves hitting something besides rocks caught his attention. He looked up and noticed all the ships, under his breath a curse was muttered. He wondered where his partner was but then had an idea, he closed his eyes and concentrated. A flash of light appeared in his hand and a shining kunai appeared. He smiled and prepared for the fight at hand.
chakra 20-1=19 techniques learned-light projectile
Michael watched the bridges connect to the islands ans he felt the quiet of a voice he was attuned to, his KaGe. He knew what this meant. He began running to where her voice was last heard. As he ran enemies appeared on his sides, to which he quickly cut down with his katana. Foes that were farther away would tjrow flashbans to which fazed him not at all. He quickly cut up the foes and headed for the seaport.
After Atsuma finished dealing with whatever business interrupted his conversation with Luka he walked alone to his villages beach. The waves crashing in rythm always calmed Atsuma. This time around the boy had brought several more scrolls along with him so that he wouldn't bore himself too easily. Setting them all down carefully against the sand, Atsuma rubbed his chin wondering where to start. "I think I will continue to pursue the ways of Stone Body." Atsuma announced to himself. The village had been quiet lately and his ex classmates were gone. Talking to himself was starting to become a bad habit.
The next techniques within the scroll were C ranked. These were not going to be as simple as before. These next trials needed something a little extra to them. Not too far away, Atsuma could see a lone boulder resting on the sandy beach. It would be a perfect sparring buddy for the boy. After a short walk over to the boulder, Atsuma put the scrolls down again except for the Stone Body scroll. Cave-in Palm seemed simple enough. With the description and explanation given by the scroll in mind, Atsuma attacked the boulder with a series of powerful palm strikes that each sent a powerful shockwave of pain throughout his right arm. He would only stop until the bleeding needed to be stopped with long strips of bandaid. The next technique required chakra and what seemed to be a living enemy, but the boulder would do just fine. "Ok, here it goes..." After spending a little bit of time building up the chakra in his body, Atsuma dashed towards the boulder and embraced the pain even if it was being dulled by the chakra. Next the boy would quickly wrap his body around the boulder even though it was too big for him to fully envelop. "Aaaaah!!!!!" He shouted like a madman squeezing the thing until he heard a loud crack. Atsuma had successfully broken a little bit of the boulder.
I See Flowers Wither.
Speed: 1/2 Strength: 1 1/2 Perception: 1/2 Toughness: 1/2 Melee Master: 1 1/2 20% chakra decrease for Clan techniques.
Looking at both of his bloody hands Atsuma wondered when the time would come when it was no longer his blood staining them, but of an enemy. He had been trained to take the life of another human and could do it without hesitation, but after that what would happen? Would he change into what historians label the original Kaguya members to be? With a deep sigh he picked up a handfull of sand and watched it fall through his fingers.
The next technique in the scroll after Crushing Hug wasn't going so well. It consisted of applying pressure into two spot of the opponent's body from a high angle, but all Atsuma could do was look like he was pushing the boulder for it was not cracking like before. He needed a way to know if it was truly working so he decided to hit himself with the technique. "....Nothing..." He mumbled feeling only his normal pressure against his body. "Well it's like they say practice makes perfect." Atsuma would continue to study the technique in the scroll and apply pressure to the stone for the next hour with slight signs of progress throughout it until finally, Atsuma figured out how to apply the pressure correctly and cause the boulder to crack once again, but only that. None of it actually broke off.
Moving on to another technique Atsuma wondered from which angle he should approach the boulder with the Axe Kick. Then he decided it was best to hit the area which had been cracked earlier by Collapsing Volley. Bring his right leg up Atsuma dropped his heel onto the boulder. The pain that surged throughout his body was insurmountable. So he decided not to practice that move on the boulder, but on the air instead. This beared no fruit and little by little the realization that he would have to kick the boulder again was dawning on him. By that point at the least his form had greatly improved, but the damage was not there. The screams and shouts echoed throughout the beach. A couple that was having a romantic date even decided to run away thinking someone was being attacked by a ferocious beast. In the end Atsuma succeded in breaking another piece of the boulder, but at the cost of his right foot. Time for another break. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" He cried both proud and sad.
I See Flowers Wither.
Speed: 1/2 Strength: 1 1/2 Perception: 1/2 Toughness: 1/2 Melee Master: 1 1/2 20% chakra decrease for Clan techniques.
Atsuma could no long sit around moaning he had much more work to do, but for the time being he'd stop learning Stone Body and go easy on his right foot. With his back against the boulder sitting on the soft sand Atsuma picked out a scroll at random. The Kunoichi scroll was the chose. The name had no effect on the boy for he did not see gender as a barrier to taijutsu. The fact that they named it as such kind of irritated Atsuma, but he wasn't one to fret over anything especially something so insignificant.
The first stage of the scroll seemed to focus on working on the user's flexibility. The drawings in the scroll even show very beautiful women bending in every way possible. Atsuma was starting to wonder if he'd be able to master such a thing. To begin with the training he began a series of different stretching excercises. To his surprise it was not too difficult at all for him due to his build. For others however that relied on outter strength instead of inner it would be a hassle. "Ok, I think i'm ready...For...The split..." Atsuma approached this technique very carefully as if it was S ranked. There was no telling the pain it would cause if used incorrectly. Taking a deep breath the boy put both legs apart and slowly allowed them to slide farther and farther apart until they stopped. That was Atsuma's current limit, but with more practice he eventually made it all the way down.
The next technique required him to jump in the air. That would cause inconvenience to Atsuma due to his foot. He could still stand on it, but landing on it would hurt. "When did I become so soft?" He asked himself after the sudden realization that he was making to much of a training scar. Jumping without hesitation he spun his body around like an olympic ice skater. Only to land on his right foot. The pain was there, but he didn't show it. He knew that he'd never get stronger by stopping at every bump in the road.
With a grin he read the next technique in the Kunoichi Combat Style scroll. Ironically it was a roundhouse kick. It wasn't like he had to use his right foot as the pivot, but he decided to use it anyways for the Stone Body training's stake. "Hiken!!" He shouted as his body spun around with his high kick. This technique would be repeated several times over to correct the form although it would have an even better form once Atsuma's foot got better.
The next technique was too simple for him to find necessary to repeat. It was a simple leg block and so he decided to continue working on his stretching and splits. After learning how to perform a split the boy found it to be a very good mediation pose.
I See Flowers Wither.
Speed: 1/2 Strength: 1 1/2 Perception: 1/2 Toughness: 1/2 Melee Master: 1 1/2 20% chakra decrease for Clan techniques.
Training wanted to advance in at least one stage of Kunoichi Combat before going on to something else. It seemed like the less tiring unlike Harmonies where compicated chakra manipulation was involved or Stone Body, where bones would be broken. Suddenly everything around the boy started to become much more focused. Nature was so beautiful to him and the training blurred it until that moment. Light Feet was going to become a very useful ability on missions. Atsuma was no assassin, but he did value surprise attacks and speed very much. Speed which made him submit to Luka before. That speed which determined the outcome of that disiastrous spar. "Hmph" Even remembering the event made him uneasy. He needed more focus. "Just let the moon and the nature around you ease you senses..." He said to himself as his eyes closed before running in a straight line with long strides. It wasn't perfect and Atsuma knew that for sure. The sand would track his progress. Little by little the craters Atsuma's feet made in the sand would diminish in size.
Following the Light Feet training which he would make sure to perfect later was the Karate Chop. At first Atsuma dissmissed the technique like the leg guard, but after reading the scroll over it became quite obvious to him that a Karate Chop was no so simple after all. Looking over at the cracked boulder he gave it a look of grief. "I must strike the boulder, but in a way that does not harm my hand in return...Hmmmm." The first chop was only good enough to bring back painful memories of the Stone Body training. With that in ming he decided to not use his right hand so it wouldn't end up worse than his foot. The second strike hurt less because he spent more time concentrating for it, but in battle he wouldn't have any time to prepare. So he practice a few more times until he could swiftly chop the rock, not feel pain due to the chop and without preparation. "Another one down hehe..."
I See Flowers Wither.
Speed: 1/2 Strength: 1 1/2 Perception: 1/2 Toughness: 1/2 Melee Master: 1 1/2 20% chakra decrease for Clan techniques.
Atsuma wiped away the swet from his forehead and fell on his back against the sand. It wouldn't bd possible to continue training counter techniques with a sparring buddy. He knew just the place to find one luckily. Getting up with sand covering his entire back the boy walked back home to rest a little before heading to the training forest.
I See Flowers Wither.
Speed: 1/2 Strength: 1 1/2 Perception: 1/2 Toughness: 1/2 Melee Master: 1 1/2 20% chakra decrease for Clan techniques.
It was nights like these that made Keira feel the worst. The sky was more clear than a baby's complexion. Only stars twinkling in the great big black abyss above. The sand was warm between her slender fingers, slowly pouring around them and eventually covering. Keira could not stop kneading the earth as if that would make her worry go away. Pale blue eyes glared at the even paler moon hanging above, looming over everybody in the world. At any moment it could smash into them, obliterating life. There were no giants to stop it either. But it wasn't the threat of death that Keira feared, it was the revenant memories stuck in her head. The moon always reminded Keira of that wretched silver woman. Anachronistic doc martens slid against the soft shore of the beach as Keira pulled her legs up under her chin. She gazed into the transparent water and caught her own gaze. The girl took this time to study herself intently.
Luckily Keira did not share much of a resemblance to her mother. Where that vile woman's hair had been stark white, Keira's was a rich shade of brown. Her father used to take a lock of it between his fingers and comment on the how red it looked in the sun. She had always liked that. The warm memory of her father had Keira running a hand through her hair, imagining the man performing the action instead. The sting of tears was felt behind her eyes, but Keira held it back. She had cried all she could in her youth, there was nothing left. Her eyes came next, those deep in thought looks shot back on herself was a bit unsettling. The silver woman had golden eyes, an incredibly unnatural color Keira had always felt. Where her skin was light, her mother's had been dark. The girl on the beach was a lot less exotic then her progenitor. There was on thing Keira had definitely inherited though. Her body was very attractive, as curvaceous as anyone could want. The smoky eyes, supple lips, and full hips was a triple knockout. Her eyes, those special eyes...
A faint smile spread to Keira's lips. That was what Avient had meant all those years ago. What her mother had left her was a gift few people had. "Don't you think you've wasted enough time sitting around? Get started, I'm sick of you already." That smile grew to a smirk as Keira pushed herself into an upright position. She dusted herself off and grabbed the leather jacket she had been using as a seat. A small scoff escaped her lips as the girl threw an arm into the sleeve and reached into a pocket. Keira grabbed a pack of cigarettes and shook it, expertly. A single death stick stuck out and Keira gripped it between her lips. With a snap of her fingers it was lit in a flash. "All I have is time Ave, what's the rush." She said sardonically. The man shook his head and chuckled at her. "I'm already taking bets as to how fast you'll get yourself killed without me. My bets on a few hours, a day tops." Keira shrugged her shoulders and took a heavy drag, blowing the smoke up, up, and away. Without a word she walked to the man and wrapped an arm around his side. She nuzzled her head into his chest and remained silent. Avient embraced the girl and kissed her lightly on the head. "Go on girl, get out there and let them see ya teeth." He patted her on the shoulder and turned away without another sound. Keira raised the cigarette to her mouth once more and held the smoke in till it burned her throat. With one last glance Keira looked up to the moon before setting off down the beach.
Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 10:40 pm
Where is that boy, he wondered. It'd been a while and he'd been away from the field. He sacrificed, he slept and sometimes ate, and sometimes he went on missions like the village called him to do. But, he hadn't trained much, or met up with many other shinobi. He had not grown, he only continued to spin around and around in a circle of the same trivial things. He was rather undone, his ambition slaked for a time; he'd become content with sex, with blood, with sex and blood both at the same time. But, then he remembered that he was falling behind. He remembered that in his little handbook of a roster, Luka's name was above his. When it was time to renew this handbook guide and gain a new one for the year, sort of like picking up a yearbook, the name was one above yet again. But this time, he was a Chuunin, not a Genin. And Simon was still as he was, not changing.
He feared for what that meant. It meant that while he was doing nothing, others who he would take the joy from were growing around him. Enemies and rivals that he'd like to maim would be the ones to do that to him. That, by all means, meant that it was time to catch up, and then surpass.
"She dances by the light of the moon," he said out loud. He walked down the sandy path to see that girl, resting in silence as she smoked a cigarette, staring into the white body in the sky that personified what Simon was. He was a light that only came out in the dark. He was magnetic and abstract, but simple if you were willing to take the dive. The moon had always been his greatest fascination, and so to see anyone with even a smidgeon of interest in it was rather a relief. However, this was the tenth day, and so he was not here to make a friend, but to make a sacrifice. "Typical setting, but I'm surprised to see someone like you here." A shinobi, he meant. And not a stereotypical one, either. Simon was exceptional at reading people, and so he believed he could know someone without even speaking to them. He could feel that energy -- that same magnetic force -- from a person's place, their aura. Now he wondered how he could twist it into a silence, so that God could dance with this girl as the moon had.
"Are you waiting for someone, or are you here for the scenery?" With the crashing of waves, and the midsummer wind, he could understand why she might be here simply to stretch her legs.
Keira had continued stalling long after Avient left. She really would be on her own from here on out. That man had taken her in as a child and shown her everything she knew. It had not always been a great thing to her, but in retrospect Keira could really appreciate him. There had been times where the woman loathed him almost as much as she hated her mother. One of those times had been when she first unlocked her sharingan. In what she had believed to be her moment of death she looked to him for help and saw only a stone-cold expression. The wolf tore at her so swiftly she couldn't even see the attacks before feeling the wounds. As it lunged for her throat to tear out everything had changed. Keira could see with such detail had she the time she could have counted the individual hairs upon the wolf. She could see the saliva flying from its mouth, the wolf's teeth glistening in the cold moonlight, and the hunger in the beast's eyes. In those few moments Keira realized why Avient had put her through hell. The smoke swirled lazily in the warm night air, drifting up higher and higher towards the great ball in the sky till it dissipated. Keira did not immediately look when Simon spoke to her, instead took one last drag before ditching the cigarette with a flick. A person like her? What had Simon meant by that. Rather than taking offense or turning suspicious Keira just shrugged her shoulders. The beautiful scenery really had absolutely nothing to do with Keira currently standing on the beach.There was no particular reason she was actually there other than she had not wanted to be near too many people. Yet here someone was, and worse; they were talking to her.
Keira pushed a hand up to her face and brushed the hair away, looking directly at Simon now. "Neither. I was out for a stroll and I guess I took a wrong turn at the market." The woman said rather sardonically. She certainly was not there to make friends either, though sacrifice wasn't particularly on her agenda for the night. "What about you? Handsome fellow taking a walk hoping to stumble upon some poor damsel to woo?" Keira said, raising her eyebrows twice suggestively. She slapped a hand against her pocket and removed her pack of cigarettes once more, popping one into her mouth and reaching for her lighter. She swung it down, expertly catching the edge of the lid on her pants and flicking it open, the flint rolling against her shorts and lighting. This was clearly a well practiced move. Keira raised the flame to the end of the stick of death and sucked in. This entire paragraph took no longer than a few seconds. "Well sorry to be a flash in the pan but you've got the wrong parts for me." Keira said in her accented voice, not really caring if she was right or wrong. It was more said to drive the guy away rather than toy with him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Caelum had waited far too long to purge, and now a small pained groan as he fell to his hands and knees. A small silver aura wrapped around his body and appeared to draw itself into the sky. Whatever excess he took, he had to give back. That was the rule. However, he could not control how much he actually took in, so he had to manage the purges himself. He had been too preoccupied lately that he skipped doing a purge for the past week, and now his chakra was completely out of whack. Normally, it only hurt for a few seconds, but because he waited so long it was like a group of people were beating on his brain and every joint in his body. "This.... ********... Sucks..." His eyes turned silver and black, and showed the one-tome sharingan. His eyes had always been different than the other sharingan users, due to the Wangetsu influence. He could not force the chakra to expel any faster, so he just had to endure it.
When the purge finally ran its course, Caelum collapsed, rolling on his back. He was probably covered in sand by now, but he was content with just laying there. He could hear faint voices nearby, but paid them no mind just yet. He was always curious and wanted to meet new people, but his body was telling him that now was not a good time to move.
"Cut off a wolf's head and it still has the power to bite."
He watched silently as she performed her mundane motions, before she finally turned and acknowledged him. She flicked her cigarette away, then came to speak. Apparently she wasn't here for the scenery, which was a little strange considering she seemed rather invested into it. She wasn't here waiting for some either, which was a question mostly asked in case he felt like killing her more than anything. He didn't want interception arriving at an awkward moment. But, well, he probably wasn't going to go all Jashin-Warrior on her anyhow. He sort of decided that other shinobi were off limits, mostly because the government happened to take their deaths very seriously. He couldn't exactly plead an intense fervor for the God of Death in a state-run court. "You didn't really take the wrong turn. The market is loaded with brainless cadavers. Good for a quick tussle, but that's about it." He happened to live in the market area, his apartment looming over the commerce of the prostitutes, the druggies and the untouchables.
But that was where he chose to be. It was interesting for one, and powerful to be the only one of relevance surrounded by people who would always mean nothing. He could do whatever he wanted, all the time, and without a single soul to care. You could call him the King of the Slums.
And certainly, he'd been asked a question like the one Keira posed to him many a time. But they always received the same answer, in some form or another. He stared patiently as she performed her little trick with the lighter, slid in a comment about his parts, and then returned to silence. He smirked, and spread his lips to speak. "Same for you, 'damsel'. I'm not really into melodrama and fragility." That was definitely an insult, and it was meant as such. The girl seemed capable of a bit of fun without spontaneous combustion, so he'd gather some interest from this conversation while it remained.
He heard a thump against the sand, from a little off on the side. He glanced to see someone who was obviously... compromised, but he literally just turned his head back and ignored them. He wasn't the compassionate type, and he also wasn't the curious type, at least when it came to injury. He probably just walked into a pole or something. Simon was not bewitched.
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