Welcome new students to the Shinobi Academy! This is where all ninja get their start. In order to graduate from here you must learn at least one technique. But remember, if you don't learn the technique here before graduating, you will not be able to return here again to learn it. If you're from a village within Hidden Fantasy, then you do not have to start here right away but when you travel from Hidden Fantasy you must start here and graduate to venture to the Shinobi villages
If you haven't already, please look at your Shinobi Handbook to know how to begin.
Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2021 1:48 pm
Basic Techniques
Henge no Jutsu - 300 Skill Points ( -5 Opponents Intelligence Stat, while active. ) This technique allows the ninja to transform their appearance to that of anyone they have a strong enough understanding for the appearance for. This allows the ninja to move with stealth or to trick their opponents. In order to maintain this technique, a ninja needs to hold a level of focus in order to allow for the structure and how it interacts with the environment to function. If the ninja is injured or loses focus then this technique is deactivated. This is not a physical change, it's only an illusion, so bare that in mind.
This technique cannot be used to alter the appearance of basic clones like Bushin no Jutsu, Water Clone, or Shadow clone but can for clones or aids that have their own chakra supply as the individual must use the technique. [N]
Bushin no Jutsu - 300 Skill Points ( -5 Opponents Intelligence Stat, per Clone. ) This technique creates a copy of the ninja without substance. The copy resembles the ninja in every way, down to their physical capabilities outside of resilience. This clone can function as a distraction or as a means to confuse one's opponent. As soon as the clone gets attacked or comes into contact with an opponent, it will disperse. These clones can only be used for diversionary purposes and you must pay for each individual clone.
This is a basis technique for making clones using other substances and for the multiple clone summoning like with the Kage Bushin no Jutsu. [N]
Art of Substitution - 400 Skill Points ( +5 Speed Stat, for one post after use. ) When in danger the ninja will quickly substitute themselves with another nearby object of lesser or equal weight to them with the exception of secured objects like buildings. This can be a block of wood or even another living thing so long as they belong to the user {eg. A puppet user substituting themselves with their puppet counts for a living thing swap.}. This allows the ninja to quickly flee and hide while the original object takes the brunt of their opponents attack. This technique is not a magical swap. The object is summoned and then the ninja slips away on their own as the decoy takes the brunt of the attack as a clone. Do not use this as if you were magically swapped with the item. Any objects swapped are meant to be decoys, not projectiles or used for crushing a target. It can only be enough to take an attack for you.[N]
Tree Climbing - 600 Skill Points ( + 5 Spirit, while in use. ) The Tree Climbing technique serves a dual purpose. The first is that it helps a ninja learn how to focus their chakra. The second is that it teaches the ninja how to run up trees and walk on vertical walls. Surfaces are not required to be easy to traverse as you can walk on slick surfaces like glass, but they must be solid and not gas or liquid.
The training helps the ninja learn how to focus just the right amount of chakra to a particular part of their body. The amount needed to climb is small but it must be precise. If focus is lost then the technique deactivates.
This is necessary to learn any other solid-type of walking techniques. [T]
Water Walking - 600 Skill Points ( +5 Spirit, while in use. ) A variation on the Tree Climbing Technique, Water Walking allows a ninja to walk on water as if it was a solid surface. Focusing an even amount of chakra out of the soles of their feet, they can balance themselves on the very surface of the water. If focus is lost then the technique deactivates. This is needed to learn any type of liquid walking technique.
As the description suggests, this is exclusive to water and not all forms of liquid. For other liquids this must be used as a basis to learn a specific justu. (eg. Lava Walking) [T]
Extra Training
These techniques are not used as activatable techniques on the skill lists, but are simply available for extra training. Each technique for a cheap cost, adds an additional bonus Buff to your character Permanently.
These buffs are applied as proficiency bonuses after all other buffs and debuffs are applied. [ IE: A jutsu that deals damage equal to Spirit+20 damage, while the shinobi is debuffed by a poison that damages Spirit by -15. Will calculate their attack as: Spirit+20-15 and then add their +2 Buff as the last thing. ]
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He was such a animal such a mad disease, they said to stay away, but damn he wanted me. And that was the day, that my blood became infected and i learned it was kill or be killed again.
Upon the grounds of the Academy, a pale skin looking women trends with each step, with a unknown pathogen. The very pathogen that could infect anybody, the type that would slowly progress over time. It would fester in those infectees, becoming her subjects and servants to her every whim. She wasn't human, far from it, a girl that landed on the outskirts of the Hidden Snow. However whatever the design was to her powers and such, it seems lost to her, so in order to blend in for the time being, she has to attend the Academy. Yet one thing has not ever gone missing from her, a badge she keeps concealed to herself, the badge of Umbrella... the words Umbrella pop up into her mind.
It continues to echo, which she shakes her head as she would put away the badge, and even though there is other students passing by her, she ignores them. Ignores them as if they are flies to her, a mistake, something to correct or help "evolve". After all she only cared for herself, she would go into the building, into the halls of learning, the very place where it all starts. She would listen for any sort of clue where she must go in order to start. "Tch.." She said between her teeth, just as was she was about to turn around, she hears yelling of students, not argument type, but just cheer. She would go towards the sound and finds through the door way, other students gathered. She would turn her head passed the doorway, pass the lining of the door, to a chair in the bottom right corner of the room with a desk.
She would proceed to there carefully, trending every step, avoiding to be touched by any of the other students, not batting a eye, which is where the see-through blindfold comes in handy. As she reaches the desk, she sits down with the chair creaking underneath her, as if it was groaning at her presence. She didn't care, she puts her elbows on the desk with palms up holding her chin as she would stare at the door way, not minding anyone.
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Like the freezer door was left wide open, frostbite crept into my veins, crippled by a life so tragic, i can never love again. Run away cause I'm contagious, you know that i can't control this, instinct to feed the hunter in me.
Raelyn had taken her time to prepare for her first day in the academy. It was the place that her own journey was to start, and without any real information about the kind of place it was, the young Sanada wanted to be prepared for anything. Dressed in her traditional yukata-styled outfit, with a red obi tied around her waist to hold the garment closed. The obi tied like a bow in the back. Black stocking clinging to her fit legs, and her feet are protected with a basic pair of traditional wooden sandles. A leather pauldron covered her upper right arm, and a large broadsword rested against her back. The weapon held in place by a leather clasp on the leather strap holding the pauldron in its place. Raelyn's long lavender hair feel neatly to her hips as she walked into the tiered classroom. The girl gives a polite bow to her classmates before moving up a few levels, where she can take a seat near a window. Her pinkish gaze falling out the window as she waits silently for their instructor to show up. It was gorgeous outside, and a small part of her really wished for an outside lesson, but it was the first day, so it was more likely to be an introduction day for her, her classmates, and their instructor. If her nerves weren't on such edge, then the wait for class to start would be a time to relax. As it were though, it took the young Sanada everything she had to calm her mind and ease her nerves. Who knows when a classmate would strike up a conversation with her after all? Her fingers, with painted nails, gently tapping out a beat... and unconsciously to her favorite song. The mummering of the other students was a dull hum registering in her mind as she couldn't draw her gaze from the lovely view outside.
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Word Count: 320
Ryuu Sanada Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2021 7:24 pm
Xzavior Smith Hidden Night Village In a lonely corner of the academy, with his nose deep-set in a tome of some sort, heavy and leather-bound, sat a scrawny-looking teenager, gaunt in the cheek, and greasy of hair. His black locks were overgrown, hanging down about his eyes as his head tilted down over his book. The only sign that he even knew where he sat was the grimace on his face.
Xzavior Smith did not want to be here. He had been made obligated to attend this academy by others in his village and he was none too happy about it. The very essence of this place was one that offended him. It was a loud, boisterous place full of arrogance and violence, foolish children arguing over who could punch who faster or harder. The environment was not only one that did not encourage thought, it actively dissuaded it.
He did his best to keep his eyes downcast, to pretend that he was not alone in a room surrounded by children.
Xzavior was somewhat older than many of the people here. The Village elders had not seen fit to send him to the academy for a few years after he would have, had he been more extroverted, or shown any interest. His village had been absent from the academy for many years, and he had hoped that it would stay that was. Eventually, though, the Elders realized the mind that was flourishing beneath their sight, and saw fit to display it to the world.
In this way, Xzavior felt used. Whether he had the desire to prove himself as a ninja was of no concern to the powers that be. He would go to the academy and he would excel, and his village would have something to celebrate, whether he wanted to or not. Such was the way of obligation that Xzavior now walked.
He had packed his best robe, his books, and the random assortment of weapons people had given them. The weapons he stashed away and hadn’t looked at since. Those were tools for brutes. He would not be needing them.
And now he sat, against his own will, at a desk like some common schoolboy. He had never attended classes before, and the experience was one he was not enjoying thus far. He had never felt the need for instructors, bumbling fools who so often knew little more than the children they taught. Xzavior had never had need for them. And this one was late.
Xzavior continued reading, trying his best to tune out the tapping and whispering and shuffling of monkeys in their pen.
A teen male with long, chestnut brown hair walked into the academy classroom next, enough time basing in fact that the violet haired girl before him had found a seat already. His olive eyes dancing up the room along to the desks taking in his classmates, and only finding but a few of note. The one that came in before him and another with a pale silvery hair, that seemed to being doing her best to avoid contact with those around her. 'Does not seem like anyone of interest... is particularly interested into making friends today.' He thought to himself while making his way to the tiered desks. Unlike the other two though, Katsurou was not here to so shut off to other students... knowing that they would end up in cells eventually with at least a few of them after graduating. His gaze falls on a male with dark hair, appearing a bit older than the others, and clearly not wanting to be there. A soft smirk crossing his lips as he places his things on the desk next to him. "Greetings. I am Muramasa, Katsurou. Pleasure to meet you." The boy offering his hand to this older boy, in a gesture of friendliness, after taking his seat at the desk.
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Word Count: 212 [x2 Double Power: 424]
Ryuu Sanada Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2021 12:47 pm
Erinor Ellerose Hidden Moon Village - Orimara Clan A hush fell over the room for a few moments as two massive men entered the room, scanning around with discerning eyes for several seconds, turning, nodding to each other, and exiting when the environment seemed to meet their approval. Another figure entered next, shorter than the other two, and perhaps one-third as wide as they were. This figure was immaculately dressed in a fine suit, geometric designs stitched into the lapels, and a long well-crafted overcoat thrown over one shoulder. His hair was silver, nearly colorless. His eyelids were darkened, as if sleep was a rarity to this person. More distinctive were the eyes themselves, brilliant silver, and shrewdly appraising everything they met. On another face, these eyes would likely be seen as breathtakingly beautiful. On the face that wore them, they took on the gleaming silver threat of bared steel, calculating and cold. Erinor Ellerose was not pleased to be here, among these people.
His silver eyes scanned the room with palpable contempt, as he nodded his dismissal to his guards, who nodded in returned and took post on either side of the door, outside of the classroom. Without so much as a word, he strode to a desk in the front corner of the class.
Reaching into an inside pocket of his jacket, he retrieved a square of cloth, and began to wipe some unseen filth from the chair and desk before he finally lowered himself to sit there. The instructor was nowhere to be found. Within seconds, Erin began to tap his finger impatiently on the desk. His time was valuable, more so than anyone here. He was more than a little annoyed that he was being made to wait, something he had never experienced with his tutors, who knew the value of the opportunity they had been given.
Few could say they that played a part in instructing greatness. This professor, so far, had not shown that they appreciated this chance to prove their worth.
Erinor silently fumed, picking a spot on the wall and boring his eyes into it, as if it were some poor fool made to suffer at his gaze. His tapping became louder, more incessant. His teeth gritted as he stared forward, the sounds of the peasantry screeching all around him, laughing and giggling, likely happier than they had ever been, giddy at the opportunity to crawl out of whatever mud hole they had come from.
He wasn’t like them and loathed the idea of sharing space with them. They were like animals, eager to please, eager to show their worth, eager for the blessings and adorations of those above them.
There was nobody here to praise him, nobody whose praise would matter. He was a wolf among ants, surrounded by those too low to be of any use to him. He tapped on, his patience wearing thin.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2021 1:15 pm
Xzavior Smith Hidden Night Village Xzavior was reaching an important part in his book, judging by the look of annoyance that flashed across his face at the interruption, which was quickly wiped away into a small, shy smile. Xzavior eyed the outstretched hand for a moment before turning his gaze back to his book. He did not look at the visitor, or not move to shake the hand. He wasn’t particularly fond of touching people, especially the dirtiest part of their body. He didn’t know what filth was on those hands, and was not eager to find out.
”Xzavior Smith. Pleased.” He said, almost absent-mindedly, his gaze scanning the words in front of him, even as he carried on the beginnings of a conversation. Though sheer force of intelligence, Xzavior was skilled at these sorts of interactions. He understood the concepts of small talk and friendly banter from an intellectual standpoint, and was able to get by on that, even if the bulk of his attention was directed somewhere more pleasant. Interpersonal interaction was not something Xzavior enjoyed, and was something he often strove to avoid. That was going to be difficult to do here, Xzavior realized.
He sensed the stranger taking a seat in the desk next to his. This was someone he was going to be in close quarters with for some time, and he feared he was making a poor impression.
A page turned on the book, seemingly of its own volition, as Xzavior continued to read for several seconds, finally closing the book and stashing it away within his voluminous robes. Only then, with the book out of sight, did he look at who he was speaking to.
” My apologies. I found myself gripped by my studies. Xzavior Reginald Smith, Hidden Night Village. Benimaru Clan. The pleasure is mine.”
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You'd like to see me jump i bet, Well Everyday's just like russian roulette, i'm gonna play, play, play with no regrets.
Lexy Fuka, a tall women standing at six-five in height, comes through the academy, with many glaring at her, not in a bad way, but adoring her height. If somebody wanted to call someone a degenerate devil, its Lexy Fuka herself. Even without her powers as a Fuka, she still lives her life wild but due to standards about advancing through the village, she has to attend the Academy. In some way its a good thing, because Lexy "The Red Pepper" can size up the competition and figure out who could be her future targets for unknown reasons "as of right now".
She enters the room, and she would scan the room, no grin, like it vanished until she sees her dear, Aoki Yuka, sitting in the back corner of the room. She would make her way to the back of the room with the grin across her face like some cat. The type of cat that has its pockets filled up with money, which got earned through the misery of others. She would take a seat next to Aoki Yuka, even puts her feet up on the desk, no care in the world. No words need to be said after all, she kind of imagines that Aoki Yuka is grinning at her carelessness about not bringing attention to herself.
Why would she care about how she looks to someone, in the eyes of the public and such? Lexy Fuka examines the whole room, spots a few such as Muramasa, Xzavior, even the girl Sanada. She would chuckle planning, this is something that she learned with enough care from Aoki Yuka. Plan, plot, think tactically, and execute when the moment is perfect. Though she would eye Sanada for a few seconds, as if she is trying to read her eyes, but keeps her eyes to herself after that. Overall, she must train while she is here, and head to the origins of the Fuka Clan, even if it brings disgust she can't follow Aoki Yuka back home. Though there isn't too much worry, Aoki Yuka in her eyes is one of the strongest people she knows, considering she murdered her parents and took her underneath her wing like a cold b*****d.
Aoki Yuka in her eyes, is a cold one, not as crazy about slaughtering people but she plots carefully and executes them. Her ideals, her plans, among other things has attracted Lexy Fuka to her side, wanting to see what her companion will commit to doing. Even now, she wants to know what Aoki Yuka is thinking.
428x2= 856 words
Tonight, Nothing's standing in my way, there's no obstacles, Anymore.
Tiamat Doragon Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Heaven [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 06 ) | DEF: ( 06 ) INT: ( 03 ) | RSV: ( 06 ) | SPR: ( 03 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 04 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Tiamat slowly strolls into the respective classroom that she had been assigned for her time within the Academy. Her sharp yellow gaze slowly scanning over the active classroom as she steps inside. With all the unfamiliar faces that were spread throughout the room, she was not really sure where a good place to sit would be. Eventually choosing to walk up a couple levels and slide into a seat beside a lavender haired female student that appeared to be sitting and staring intently outside at the pleasant day that it was. Tia's sharp yellow gaze snaps momentarily to the female's tapping fingers before she brings her gaze forwards to the front of the class, while setting her katana to lean forwards against the table in front of her. She remained silent for now, using her free hand to adjust the long black coat that was partially clung around her form from the way she was seated. As she loosened her coat away from herself, a small reptile like creature slowly crawled it's way from the confines of her coat, and up onto the desk before her. It's wide mouth opening wide in a fang filled yawn, as the small wyvern shivers itself and spreads it's small wings wide while ruffling itself back into an awakened state. Tia looks down at her small companion, as a slight smile forms across her normally expressionless features while her yellow gaze looked over the creature, while it looked between it's partner, and the other female that was beside them. With a small almost pathetic screech like bark, the wyvern takes a couple steps forwards and gestures in the direction of the lavender haired female sitting beside Tia. Immediately Tiamat sighs, before raising a fingerless gloved hand upwards and pushing her short pink hair away from the side of her face and behind her ear. "I'm... Doragon, Tiamat...You can call me Tia..." She says after a short pause, while she looked downwards at the wyvern in front of her with a slight expression of frustration upon her pale features.
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Ryuu Sanada
Awkward Introductions Of A Swordswoman And Her Dragon
The young man was not offended when the older male did not shake his hand, nor looked up from his book. Instead dropping his hand and laying back in his chair. Olive eyes gazing up to the ceiling for a moment. The entrance of the tall, lovely redheaded lady to the classroom nearly sends Katsurou falling back in his chair, but he corrects himself quickly. 'She must be the teacher?' He would think, but then was confused as this clearly older lady worked her way to the back of the class. Having missed Xzavior's first introduction as he watched this woman move past him, 'She cannot seriously be our -' His thought cutting short as the sound of a book shutting is heard and drawing his attention back to the boy sitting alongside him. "No need for apologizes, Friend. I am sorry, I interrupted your studying." Katsurou replies as he sends a smile over towards the boy for such a formal greeting. "Muramasa, Katsurou of Hidden Katana... clan wise... that is complicated." A nervous laugh leaving his lips as he rubs the back of his head. After all, not many would react well knowing that his mother was a Gekkou... and their uncurable decease.
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Word Count: 424 + 203 [x2 Power: 406] = 830
Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2021 11:24 pm
Lucius Graeme ( Huedini / Ichtaca ) Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Magic [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 08 ) | STR: ( 02 ) | DEF: ( 06 ) INT: ( 02 ) | RSV: ( 10 ) | SPR: ( 02 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 06 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ The soft tapping of a stick of some kind would click it's way down the hallway outside of the classroom, before stopping outside the door. Immediately the door would swing open and in would walk into the room, the continued click of the cane in his hand halting once again as the black suited male walks forwards to stop behind the teacher's desk at the front of the room. His back to the class itself as he flips the cane up in his hand, before hanging it off the blackboard before him, that same hand raising up and retrieving the strange circular hat upon his head, chime like dangling jewelry rattling together as he sets the hat to rest upon the cane. With a simple flick of his wrist, a brand new piece of chalk would immediately seem to appear in his hand, before he took a single step to the side and began writing across the board in swift and precise strokes. Soon the words he intended to be written across the board would be written, the words written was the name: Mister Lucius Graeme. Before drawing a line under it and turning around to face the classroom at last. His gaze peering through the partially reflective lenses of the sunglasses he wore upon his face as he grins slightly to the group before him and begins to speak. "Alright Class, as I wrote, my name is Lucius Graeme, you can all call me Sir. G. Now, we may'as well get this cla- Hey. We do'n need any Substitute Teachers in 'ere. 'Specially as I am 'ere to teach, ya know?" He says as he casually raises a hand to gesture towards the door of the classroom while he spoke to the six foot five female that was sitting with her legs practically draped over the desk space in front of her, a single eyebrow raising slightly as he speaks to her before turning his attention around to the remainder of those within the classroom.
Ciaran's eyes slowly scanned the academy in it's entirety. She expected a more, lesser sized version where students of a more 'Quality' caliber to say the least would thrive. From the intel she gathered on the Academy prior to her arrival some of the best shinobi and Kunoichi started on these grounds. From there, they would travel from different lands, seeking knowledge from different clans all around the lands. Many of them from her understanding each experienced different outcomes. Only a seldom few reached the ability to leave a legacy behind for the next generation of shinobi and kunoichi to aspire to.
Her quality over quantity thought process slowly began to drown out by the beating of her heart matching paces of drum mallets. "First day right? It's expected to be late..."
At least those who were late possessed a degree subtlety on their side. A scraping sound ran along the concrete at the same speed at Ciaran as she twisted and turn through corridors to make it to the finish line. She was lucky enough to receive a case for her scythe; even luckier with a removable blade. "Stupid thing..." she uttered under her breath. Hopefully the academy would give her some techniques on how to properly wield it before going to the outlands, let alone carry the damn gardening tool.
After a few turns, her breath slowly began the process of being caught, respiration by respiration. Finally reaching the door to the classroom, she softly turned the knob counterclockwise with one hand and had it held with her back; suddenly taking her case from the ground off to her grasp with the two handles that came equipped. Ciaran's eyes slightly averted away from the front section of the classroom and the teacher that, as far as she knew was the teacher interacting with...Her social savior.
The teacher appeared to be pre-occupied with the woman briefly, who from the looks of her alone was a few inches taller than the 6'0 scythe wielder. "She's tall..." she thought. Ciaran used this brief window to find a seat where she can catch herself up to speed. Placing her case down, she found a seat not too far from 2 boys. One of them looked to be in deep thought in a book, maybe a novel of some kind before it was closed shut in response to another boy with green eyes.
"S'cuse me..."They didn't appear to be taking notes or following in the lecture of the teacher. A bond was formed before it was even know it was a bond.
"Did I miss anything? Anything, important?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2021 3:39 pm
Academy was such a bore, but a necessary one. Qin Mei was stuck in this snoozeville because it was a necessity to be able defend her village, and of course the family business if need be. The young woman was a opportunist and in this very room there were boundless options waiting to be snatched. It appeared that most of the students who had already arrived struggled with the notions of social interaction. Most trying to find those valued seats against the wall or in the back where the chances of being forced into small talk were limited. Who could blame them? The first day away from the familiar comforts of their own villages were indeed trying. Golden flower pupil's scanned the room. A few stood out, One was a little too old to be here. As was she but she was also very much not living, and literally had all the time in the world. Luckily she wasn't too far behind the one who introduced themselves as the teacher 'Sir G'. With grace she would slide into the seat next to the white bobbed haired girl with the blindfold. She would give the stranger next to her a slight wave in greeting as well as to get her attention. "Do you know him?" she would mouth under her breath while nodding to the side at the teacher. Although she would admitted that seeing this savant of singular alphabetic titles scold the model like sloth was amusing. The young specter's eyes would widen as something caught her attention. Her dear friend the boo ghost would fly in front of the model like sloth. It's small arms pushing into his cheeks giving a marshmallow like deflation as it pushed in. A mouth that simply did not existed formed into a fish like shape. A bright red shade appeared on those cheeks as he gave a ghostly cackle before flying off to his owner. "Oh you." Qin Mei said clicking her tongue. As the boo ghost approached she snatched his tail pulling him out of mischief.
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He was such a animal such a mad disease, they said to stay away, but damn he wanted me. And that was the day, that my blood became infected and i learned it was kill or be killed again.
"Do i know him? No i do not, neither does it matter to get know life that merely exist for moments at a time." In a way, she spoke in a way to Qin Mei referring that human lives pass like a fleeting dream. A fleeting dream that isn't worth her time chasing as its like a drink, its taste its good when its cold, but when it gets hot, it fades quickly to nothingness. Evolution is what Aoki Yuka seeks, the evolution to turn a single human into a beast who can live on for years and still be in its prowess at the time of its infection. Her tone was dampening within that speech, enough where the teacher wouldn't hear.
Yet she wonders why a girl like Qin Mei who is dressed up like a death doll and with her ghost too be here. Does she seek to advance into the evolutionary stages of power? The kind of power that would essentially make you no longer human but something else, something more powerful, more beastly. "You may have asked me a question but nothing will come thee way." After that, she stops speaking with Qin Mei and simply dismisses her mentally. She has no time to play here with a bunch of beings who have borrowed time, the kind of time they waste not pushing towards evolution.
Evolution is the answer to life, its the reason why shinobi and others advance so much in their arts. Without Evolution, there wouldn't be shinobi, without evolution, there wouldn't be umbrella, without evolution, there wouldn't be well....her. She will find a way to advance all people into her domain of power, the kind of domain she has control over.
363 words+288x2(576)=939 words
Like the freezer door was left wide open, frostbite crept into my veins, crippled by a life so tragic, i can never love again. Run away cause I'm contagious, you know that i can't control this, instinct to feed the hunter in me.
