Among the various locations in Gimangakure's temperate climate, there exist some locations that some would consider to be impossible. However, for a large collection of townsfolk that desire the simple pleasure of beauty within their life, more so than any other, there exists a garden different than all other biomes for all to enjoy. It is said that within this simple, yet detailed area, that one can find true peace -- both internal and external. From the hourly combed rock beds, the gentle pruning of the ever growing trees and grass, the calmness of the swimming fish and the breeze that wouldn't bother even an insect, the only sound that can be heard is nature.
Deep within the compound of the garden, there is quite the opposite. A ruling family of gangsters, unbeknownst of those within the area, a brutal fighting contest for ronin of all ages, the disappearance of fragile life and the merciless sound of a perfectly treated blade are all that remains in this deep crevice of a world. Only the strongest contenders make their way to this location and survive the gauntlet of Tekkadan. Joining the Iron Flower Brigade's legion is the only true way to survive this hole.
Made a topic with Ozymandias' permission.
Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 1:40 pm
The sound of running water and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze were all one could hear, the lone sight of young white haired and pale skinned woman would go unnoticed. Body brimming with chakra as her form seemed to shimmer in light as the body eroded away into pink petals slowly would be a spectacle dancing on the waters surface. Pink petals floated about on the wind as it carried along, the soundless hum of a female's voice carrying through the forest. The petals moved and danced along the wind with the mingling green leaves that fell from the natural trees...though they were strangely shredded and sliced to bits when entering the whirl of petals. Soon enough the body would start to reassemble, though pink petals continued to float around the white haired being with no real direction other then to swirl lifelessly around them. A pale lipped smile stretched the porcelain face as she glanced around with curiosity, "I feel...as if I am lost again." she stated out loud before seeming to be amused, "What a predicament!" she mused before continuing her walk upriver.
The brown haired young man walked through the gardens. Taking a moment to sit down and relax, breathing meditating for the time being. Thinking back to the training he had with that guy who's name he actually still didn't remember. Every blade swung, every cut obtained, even dangerously being put into positions where he was hanging on to his life. Regardless he came out fine...all of it he remembered all the training and the abilities he gained from that man. [Learn 20 bukijutsu a paragraph, So learn all of Shigure Souen here I guess?]
His training by no means had stopped at the one style of combat, albiet his main style of combat. He knew different things too. He was taught another style that would meld together well with the old man's teachings. Of course this meant a lot, the ability to utilize a larger blade...but beyond that the simple ability to utilize a smaller blade as if it was a larger blade. Of course he only remembered training with the larger blade at the time. Keeping note of this things he was taught...again. [Again, but for that heavy weapon style that isn't edge punisher =D]
Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2019 9:40 pm
Kimiko: chakra 610/610stamina 510/510rankwanderer (c)γ) Akio: chakra 450/450stamina 450/450rankpuppet/pet (c)γ)
Kimiko removed her shoes and walked barefoot through the garden. It was elaborate, well-planned, and marked with beautiful but stern fences that insisted this was property of one family and one family only. She was used to acting clueless, however, and felt rather self-indulgent today.
Akio was hiding in the shadow of an apple tree by a small, manufactured pond filled with koi. The garden, Kimiko recognized, was extremely beautiful and artistic. She couldn't help but identify with the artistic passion that created this garden along with careful, esoteric knowledge of how to make all of this and tend to it.
She ran her fingers through a carnation bush, letting her finger tips tickle along the white petals. It had a feathery texture and brought a smile to her face, since carnations were one of her favorite flowers. She plucked one from the bush, putting it into her hair just as she heard footsteps approaching - Wei Uchiha himself, no doubt.
"What are you doing here?" His tone was sharp, accusatory. "Can't you read? No trespassing." He pointed to a sign in between two flower bushes which announced that this garden, if one hadn't seen from the exterior fences, belonged to Wei and Chiasa Uchiha.
"That sign is quite ugly," Kimiko mused as she turned to face him, watching as his eyes were glued to the sight of the stolen flower in her hair. "This garden was created in a feudalistic style, with intentionally old flora. The curly willow is prominent for a reason. The only exception, it seems, are the carnations, which must be your wife's favorite, and that sign, which is made with modern lettering that sticks out like a sore thumb."
A muscle seemed to bulge on Wei's forehead as he grit his teeth at her insolence. "You stupid girl-" Akio launched a fuuton blast at Wei at that moment, fed up with the insults. Wei side stepped most of the attack, but caught just enough of it that his world spun for a moment in vertigo.
Kimiko took the opportunity to create a hand seal, generating fire around the disoriented Wei. He fell to one knee as he was disoriented. She almost felt sorry, for a moment, for the garden as the fire immediately ate up the grass and began to gnaw at the edges of leaves of the flower bush.
"Such a proud man you are, Wei. Using your Uchiha abilities and names with pride, unconcerned with how desireable that makes you to a bad crowd. How people want to steal your eyes, your natural katon prowess. I heard tales of the Uchiha from a young age, and here you are, on your knees...
She leaned down in front of him as he opened his eyes, though they were moving unintentionally from side to side as vertigo continued to assault him, making it difficult for him to utilize any doujutsu. Akio was there and oh yeah, he had a jamming ability that made it additionally difficult to use doujutsu.
Wei's eyes reverted from active Sharingan to his natural, dark eyes. "Who sent you?" He glared at her with remarkable poise for a man who was in a dangerous predicament. "I am never going to work for another man. Especially not Hirohito."
Kimiko laughed, amused but unsurprised. "Oh baby, he doesn't want you back." She looked him square in the eye until realization washed over him. Then she molded chakra in her hands until she created a melon baller. "He wants you to send a message to everyone else in town. Don't mess with the Twisted Dragons. Don't understand me just yet? It's okay, you'll see," she said with a demented giggle.
She watched as Wei struggled against the cage in an ultimately futile effort. Each time Wei destroyed the fire cage, Akio shot him with another vertigo-causing fuuton blast and kept on the jamming technique so Wei couldn't successfully use his Sharingan. It only took about an hour to wear the great, prideful warrior down to a burned, disoriented mess.
He was heaving for air at the end of it, begging despite his previous resistance. When he seemed to stop moving against her, she released the technique altogether. She was fortunate that Chiasa, according to Hirohito's intel, rarely came out the garden this early in the morning, only Wei.
"It's a tough world out here," Kimiko said in a sagely, thoughtful tone. "If you're going to pick on others, the least you can do is have someone to watch your back." Her smile was cruel as she delivered her lesson.
In the end, her chakra melon baller was efficient in removing his eyes. She left his burned body in the middle of the garden as instructed and kept the eyes in Akio's hands to hand-deliver to Hirohito. "Good work today, Akio. How do you feel about the flower?" She gestured to the white carnation in her hair, unaware there was a bit of blood splatter on it.
[exit]
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Used: Fire Prison Technique [ Horou no Jutsu ] | Rank B Tool Creation [ TsΕ«ru Sakusei] | Rank X
Title: Punishment Rank: A Reputation: Negative, Infamy Impact: Local (Village/Community) Information: An Uchiha has been hypnotizing gang members and making them commit suicide. He's a family man but relatively untouchable because of how alert and paranoid he is. Make him suffer and send a message to anyone else who dare attack the Twisted Dragons.
With no one left in the corrupt land of Giman to stop them, the Twin Princes would descend on the remaining lands to claim them as their own.
Unnecessary bloodshed was only a sign of low intelligence, anyone whom willingly submitted to their rule would surely be spared, Their was room for all manner of tradesmen.
Flying the twin dragon banner over the land, The Twin Princes would be 1 step closer to realizing their goals.
Sheva soared through the skies, not really knowing where she was going. She was a Sage and Gladiator... with no purpose. She wanted to find what she needed... more. It seemed like the land beneath her gave way and she now over looked Giman, though in shambles... maybe this is where she needed to be. She landed with a slam in the Gardens, looking around her. β The Land of Deceit, the Village of Rouges. β she thought to herself, though she had her castle on the outskirts of Estia.... there was never really a home for her. She stood there for a moment and took in all that was around her; the destruction and chaos giving way to a new order. She slammed her palms together and her wings disappeared.
Standing within the fields of the Tekkadan Gardens, Nanyo would watch as a winged creature flew overhead. As it descended Nanyo could make out its features, and could tell it was a female perhaps the same age as himself. Reforming the famous Uchiha stare, Nanyo made no effort to control his disdain.
"I hope you aren't hear to make trouble with me. That would be big mistake."
The Dark Prince would say, perhaps not being as rude as he usually was but definitely just as confrontational as he often was. But he'd just spared everyone here, he intended offer her the same courtesy if she'd accept it.
"I am Uchiha Nanyo. And you've come where seeking me out... Why?"
As he said this, his sharingan would spin. Creating a beautiful show of dancing tomoe's within a crimson back drop. Compelling it's victim into gazing into them. Within a glance this new winged kunoichi would have her mind infiltrated by the Genjutsu Practitioner. Nanyo didn't believe she was here to stop him, but he would go ahead and see for himself.
She would just tell him her answer. Introducing himself Nanyo knew he was somewhat famous, being listed as an A-ranked criminal within Konoha's bingo book. So it was safe to say that this new person could have been a bounty hunter. But if that were the case why didn't she attack him outright?
Regardless of Nanyo's unique sharingan ability, regardless of the mind reading. Nanyo was skeptical of new people, he'd been betrayed before and he promised himself he wouldn't trust in others again. And that philosophy is what kept him alive when all else failed. So allowing this person here... now.
----------JUTSU ACTIVE---- β¦ Uchiha Art: Copy Wheel Dance Rank: E Description: While their sharingan is active, the user can spin the tomoe in there eyes. With the infamous sharingan sound the uchiha creating a sort of mirage for their opponent to stare into.
β¦ Eye Mind Reading [ Dokushinjutsu ] | Rank S Eye Mind Reading is a technique that allows the user to read another's mind. By subtly weaving signs with their eye, the user can delve into the mind of their target through eye contact without them noticing. Must be used at the target's body rank. Requires an upkeep cost two ranks below it's executed rank, with a minimum of E rank upkeep per post.
LavenderandVelvet
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2020 12:33 am
Sheva cracked her neck as she looked at the man, the crimson hue of his eyes caught her first β Do you think Iβm afraid of the Sharigan? Put that away. β She shrugged and walked closer to him β I didnβt come here for a fight, I heard that there was a change coming to Giman. β She allowed her Sage Chakra to flow through her, she was sure that his Sharigan would pick it up quickly. He was displaying his powers she felt compelled to show him in kind.
β Iβm the Gladiator Sage Sheva. β
She took another step closer and never broke eye contact, the crimson hue though meant to be frightening... she found rather soothing.
β Iβm guessing youβre in charge here? β
Her head felt like it was starting to tingle as she stared into the Sharigan, she had encountered this before and with nothing to lose... she allowed him to observe her chakra and her recent revelation.
As she stepped closer, Nanyo raised his brow. Intrigued by the fact that she seemingly was unphased by the uchiha's glowing eyes. Perhaps she was a fool, though it was more likely that it was otherwise.
When she started exhuming her natural chakra, Nanyo's suspicions were confirmed. This type of chakra, was the same that Akamitsu used to defeat the band of rouges who were pursuing them. No doubt whoever this woman was, she had more tricks up her sleeve.
"..."
As she introduced herself as the Gladiator Sage Sheva, He'd never heard of her, nor her exploits. But she sounded as if she were from foreign lands, Examining the woman as she approached him, Nanyo's deduction would reveal to him that she was in fact not from these lands, as she still wore a headband. Which was frowned upon in criminal culture.
"Suppose I am..."
The uchiha would answer when questioned on his position within the village. Nanyo and Akamitsu stood atop all other rouges within this country. Many have tried and many have failed to kill them. And none could stop them from taking what they want. Now they had their eyes set on the destruction of Gimangakure.
It was him who set the shaded woods ablaze, him who destroyed the casino, him who vandalized homes and property. All in the name of starting anew.
"What is it that you seek here?"
Nanyo would ask, his crimson eyes reverting to his natural black tone. It wasn't that he felt an ease of tension, but that holding his sharringan for that long strained his eyes. It was best to use it when needed and maybe for once it wouldn't be needed.
