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 Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 3:47 pm
I hide behind a smile...╔══.♥.═══════════╗
...Seika Cheshiru...
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Seika shot Shun a sidelong glance as he spoke. What- WHAT?! Body guard?! Judging by the angry glare she shot at Shuniji, she wasn't favoring that idea at all. However, she didn't nix the idea entirely. The Otokage was favoring Shun for...whatever he put in his body. And if he got hurt Seika figured she'd be punished. Or at least be the ideal target for his pissy wrath. The idea of getting burned again made her stomach ache and her skin crawl.
She diverted her attention elsewhere and took a long sip of her juice box. That thought made her a bit nervous. With a small twist of her body, Seika spun around on the railing and let herself drop backwards, while her legs remained attached to the railing. She look like a possum hanging from a tree. Though all of this was done quietly. So she wasn't totally ignoring Shuniji. After listening to how awesome blowing up sounded from Shun, Seika merely shrugged her shoulders. "As long as you're content with it I guess." Her response was a bit optimistic. Though knowing her...she was really saying: "Of course you're fine with blowing up, stupid. Sound Village is full of suicidal idiots like you." Something like that.
Seika took a small sip of her slowly deteriorating drink and let out a small grumble. "Pfft. If I'm your body guard, then I say you're a big handful." She let out a teasing giggle but quickly dropped the subject. "Despite how the Otokage treats us, I think he's got a bit of faith in us. Because I doubt he'd give the enemy important information if he didn't think we'd be skilled enough to face them. However, I've been wrong before...and it's not just us either." By now Seika was obviously stuck in a nervous babble. She wouldn't admit it, but she was scared of things she couldn't figure out immediately. Especially when it came to the Otokage's intentions.
Her Theme
...As this perfect plan unfolds.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:52 am
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
...And that was how Shuniji Fuku found himself back in Sound Village. He had no idea where the Udai Holding Facilities had been or where that tunnel had let out, but somehow it hadn't taken that long to get back home.
...Home. Shuniji sighed. The first thing he'd done once he'd returned to Sound Village was return to his apartment and take a shower. It was a miracle his fish were still alive, but he still made a mental note to thank Seika for that later.
He'd also taken the time and effort to find fire-proof fabric with which to replace his jacket, since apparently the stuff he was using before was made out of napalm.
He shrugged his shoulders. The Dokumushi had done a wonderful job of helping his burns heal. While he was still feeling emotionally drained from the whole experience, Shuniji was at least doing great physically.
Hence the reason Shuniji was once again loitering around the Training Arena... not that there was much to do around Sound anyway. It had been a slow day so far. Hell, even Seika was still gone.
Shuniji twirled a piece of his hair between his fingers mindlessly. Everything was so mind-blowingly normal since his return. (That included the break in his mission success streak, because Shuniji just wasn't allowed to have nice things.) Ultimately, it was unsettling. Something felt wrong somehow.
So in order to take his mind off of the vacuum of activity in his life, Shuniji decided to spend his afternoon training. He wasn't in the mood for anything difficult, so he opted to start with a simple D-rank technique. This was an opportune time to learn the Hidden Mist jutsu, since Seika wasn't around to bully him about a jutsu she knew but he didn't.
...There wasn't much evidence available to suggest Seika would do something like that, but Shuniji knew that was totally something he would do in her position, so he wasn't about to take any chances.
Shuniji understood the basics of the jutsu, at least. It wasn’t that difficult. It was all a matter of pulling one’s chakra out into the air and solidifying it to suit the occasion. Most people found the difficult part to be finding the balance of keeping the fog dense while simultaneously spreading it out over an open area.
Shuniji wasn’t most people, however. Most people had water element chakra naturally. Flowing chakra control just made sense. Not Shuniji, though. His lightning element, and just general personality, was the exact opposite of that.
His first attempt at creating mist was a fine example of this. His chakra hit the air in sharp jabs and spattered the balcony he stood on with all the force and elegance of a squirt bottle. Shuniji groaned and thanked the heavens above that it was a slow day in the Training Arena. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
It wasn’t that Shuniji was terrible at using the water element. Hell, the method by which he’d received it left him feeling like being twenty feet underwater was completely normal. Even people who’d had water chakra since birth couldn’t swim as well as he could, and to that, Shuniji smirked proudly.
The crux of the matter, Shuniji realized, was that he knew how to swim. He knew how to do that already and Cao’s “gift” just made it easier. He had very little experience with water chakra.
’I’m over-thinking this,’ Shuniji reasoned. Hyper-analyzing situations was for people with dojutsu and people who actually used tactics. Shuniji was neither… well, he had a dojutsu, but it was kind of useless for everything that wasn’t stalking. Regardless, Shuniji found that his efforts were more rewarding the less he stressed over them.
“Let’s try this again…” It was Shuniji’s fifth try that he actually made something that looked like a cloud. Pulling water out of the air turned out to have been far more difficult for him than using what was already on the ground like he had for the Black Rain jutsu. Once he’d gotten started, though, thick white fog began to fill the arena airspace easily. Shuniji almost started celebrating until he remembered he was learning a jutsu learned by genin over in the east.
Shuniji relaxed once the balcony he stood on was suitably blanketed in white. This would be a useful jutsu later. He let the clouds disperse. For the time being, he could do without the feelings of isolation the fog brought him.
450/450; D-Ranked Water Relase: Hidden Mist Jutsu Learned Mood: Tired
Status: Having a slow day
Thoughts: "Now what?"  A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 11:32 am
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji proceeded to spend the rest of the day perfecting his Hidden Mist jutsu. He could make some pretty substantial fog, but the act of getting started always proved difficult for him.
By the time nightfall rolled around, or at least what passed for night around Sound Village, Shuniji had managed to completely wear himself out with just that one jutsu. Still, he pressed on. He was just so close to getting it…
He managed to create clouds easily this time, to which Shuniji smiled widely, but his focus was so shot, the cloud immediately began sparking as Shuniji’s natural lightning chakra unintentionally overwhelmed his attempts at manipulating water.
Startled, Shuniji jumped back. He hit the wall behind him and slumped down like he’d meant to take a break. That was embarrassing, but at the same time, interesting.
’No…’ he thought, ’that was useful.’
Shuniji went home shortly after that. He wasn’t sure if the epiphany he’d had was legitimate or if he was just delirious with chakra exhaustion. Still, when he’d woken up at his usual early-o-clock in the morning, he knew exactly what he was going to spend the day training.
“Stoooooooorm elemeneeeeeent~~” He sang as he rounded the corner in the hallway leading to the Training Arena. “Sto-o-o-o-orm elemeeeeeeeent~!”
This had turned out to be a wonderful turn of events, Shuniji decided as he started the process of filling his corner of the arena with thick clouds. Since he was a genin, he’d initially wanted his second element to be fire so he could learn Blast element, but due to… certain circumstances, he and fire weren’t on such good terms now. The gift of water element, however, was a perfect substitute. The advanced storm element offered all kinds of flashy jutsu!
First things first, however, Shuniji needed to learn how to manipulate water and lightning simultaneously. This would prove difficult…
Lighting snapped wildly around Shuniji. His hair was likely a mess; it alternated between clinging to his face and flying up with the static. He wasn’t sure if the moist feeling on his skin was the humidity of the clouds or his own sweat. He felt disgusting and strained.
Yet, Shuniji enjoyed this. This mindless drone was a much more likable alternative to the Shuniji that fretted over what it meant to be alive or if anyone would care if he died. No, this was familiar. Shuniji understood jutsu, which could be broken down into a scientific process. His parents would be proud of his reasoning. At least, that was how Shuniji liked to imagine it would go down.
No, he was unimportant right now; he wasn’t a matter worth caring about at the moment. That would change soon enough! These thoughts were what kept Shuniji poised completely still in his own personal thundercloud.
Shuniji took comfort in the atmosphere he’d created. It was uncomfortably humid to be sure, and the material his clothes were made of didn’t help matters in the slightest. Still, the cloud was thick and warm like a blanket and it swirled around like breathing. The dull crackle and rumble of the electric charge hidden within was favorable to the silence that plain mist brought to the battlefield.
Shuniji closed his eyes and breathed deep. The water surrounding him made the air heavy and if he lost focus, the balance of water and lightning would shift and cause him to feel like he was drowning. If he went the other direction, he’d electrocute himself, so Shuniji used the rumble of thunder like a metronome and welcomed the empty mind that accompanied his concentration.
Shuniji wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he’d “woken up”. He never had a good sense of time, considering he grew up underground. He ate when he was hungry and slept when he was tired and according to his personal sense of time, it was the latter.
The clouds had progressively thinned since he’d first started. Shuniji sat cross-legged in the eye of his small storm. He eyed his creation blearily. Lifting on hand into the air, he twirled his wrist a few rotations and watched the clouds follow suit. They reacted the same way a liquid would when stirred in a bowl. Shuniji smiled at his progress. True, this would become far more difficult if he was using more chakra, but at least he knew the actions and technique to use in the future.
He clenched his hand and the clouds became smaller, but darker and popped cheerily. Shuniji released his grip and the condensation returned to a light mist. Yeah, he could do something cool with this.
He leaned back against the concrete wall behind him and continued to play with the clouds for a moment, making them twirl in spirals and pop like bubble wrap. Shuniji chuckled to himself and stood up. He’d been training for a while, even if he didn’t know the exact time. He was going to go take a break and come back later. For now, he was pleased with what he’d accomplished that day.
He really was quite mellow lately. The old Shuniji would have crowed or challenged someone to a fight, regardless of his exhaustion. This thought killed the mood thoroughly. Shuniji had taken to training endlessly for the sole purpose of ignoring such introspection. He glowered at the room and clapped his hands together. The clouds responded by slamming together and exploding in a shower of sparks.
“That’s more like it,” Shuniji announced loudly. He then stalked home to go take a nap.
900/900; C-Ranked Storm Element Learned Mood: Blasé
Status: Training
Thoughts: "I'm just tired." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:28 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji felt like a racehorse. Whatever the Otokage was planning was coming to a head and Shuniji wasn’t being sent out on any missions, he assumed, as some sort of precaution. He really didn’t want to think it was because he botched that last mission. Cherrywise, he got the feeling the Otokage expected this result from the start, per usual.
Regardless, the current state of affairs left Shuniji feeling restless—important, sure, but restless.
Where was Seika, anyway? She should have been back long before him. Shuniji grimaced at the crowd of shinobi training beneath the balcony, but chalked it up to her being sent on another solo mission.
It was a shame. Here he was, interested in meeting a new recruit, only to find himself short one mission-buddy.
Shuniji sighed and vaulted over the balcony. (Did he ever use the stairs?) It was time to join the masses and perfect his storm jutsu. There wasn’t much use for what he’d learned so far if all he could do was annoy the enemy with static shock and frizzy hair.
He’d done some research and come up with a rather interesting jutsu not unlike a high-level version of what he’d been doing with the clouds he’d created previously. He wasn’t entirely sure if it would even work or not, considering the reference text he’d been reading looked a little less than reliable (Dark Release? Pfft…) but it was worth a shot.
“Besides, it can’t be half as difficult as remembering the damn name,” Shuniji mused as he took his place near the center of the training arena. Really now, some jutsu just sounded like random nouns thrown together to sound cool.
Shuniji began the well-practiced process of drawing condensation out of the air and condensing it into clouds. This time around, Shuniji was performing the Hidden Mist jutsu on a much larger scale. The edges of the training arena began to dry out considerably. A few genin who’d been milling around near the exits even started to get nosebleeds.
Meanwhile at the center of the room—the eye of the storm—all the moisture in the air began to gather. Shuniji and everything surrounding him was obscured by a thick mist, but it still wasn’t quite what the jonin was aiming for. It was too… pale.
Shuniji tightened his posture in an attempt to remedy the admittedly shaky beginning to his jutsu. The clouds converged accordingly and soon enough, not only was it impossible to even see his hands, but Shuniji was having a hard time breathing through the wet air.
Several shinobi that had been unfortunate enough to train within Shuniji’s immediate vicinity quickly ducked out of the fog before it got much worse.
Despite nearly drowning a good couple miles from the nearest body of water, this fog he’d created still wasn’t good enough for Shuniji. Sure, it was dense enough to be tangible, but it was missing a particular quality Shuniji couldn’t quite place. He tried to condense the air even more, but only succeeded in making the cloud explode like a water balloon.
Shuniji blinked a couple of times as he registered what in the hell just happened. He was drenched from head to toe and standing in a puddle that covered a good third of the sizable training grounds. A couple of other ninja snickered at him from a distance. Shuniji used the water they were standing in to electrocute them.
Feeling suitably hot and bothered both literally and from embarrassment, Shuniji put on his game face and pulled a hair tie out of his pocket. This act proved more difficult than it should have been, since the water had practically sealed Shuniji’s pants to his skin. It was cold and more than a little uncomfortable. He pulled his now-wavy hair back behind his head and tethered it there with the tie. He looked uncomfortably similar to his mother now, but Shuniji wasn’t in the mood to care.
Shuniji held his arms out in front of himself and with a great flourish, slammed his hands together into a variety of hand seals. Anyone out of academy should have been able to create mist with less than three signs, but what Shuniji was doing required a little more effort in the chakra molding process. “Better safe than sorry” was an adage he didn’t normally abide by, but begrudgingly accepted as appropriate for the occasion.
Manipulating the water was significantly easier this time, since it was all lying on the floor around him rather than spread out through the air. Living underground did have its advantages, though, as the air was always a bit moist.
The water on the ground trembled with Shuniji’s vigor and leapt into the air in small, sharp bursts. The moisture tumbled through the air around Shuniji who smirked despite himself. This was more what he had in mind—this turbulence was what he felt a proper storm should have. The clouds rolled and rumbled in agreement. Shuniji chuckled.
The clouds still didn’t look quite right to Shuniji though. They moved appropriately, but puffy white clouds hardly screamed “EAT LIGHTNING, MOTHER ********!” in Shuniji’s opinion.
His eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he was hit with an idea. Taking a cue from what he’d learned when mastering the Black Rain jutsu, he altered the consistency of the clouds just so they turned a dark, dark gray. “Now THAT’S foreboding as all get-out,” Shuniji sneered gleefully. His words were drowned out by the deepened growl of thunder, and for once, Shuniji was completely okay with this.
The dark clouds crackled noisily around him and Shuniji took a moment to just breathe deeply and focus on maintaining the perimeter of clouds. He’d shaped them in a tall ring around himself so that he could at least see his own body and the ceiling above him. Being obscured completely was just too claustrophobic… and sticky. It took enough chakra out of Shuniji to simply use the storm element as it was. It would take a lot of practice to be able to successfully pull off a reasonably-leveled storm element jutsu on top of that, and due to his lack of bloodline, Shuniji doubted he’d ever be able to do so efficiently.
Shuniji had wanted a kekkei genkai for as long as he knew what they were if for no other reason than to have a clan to belong to. Still, he had to admit, being able to get this far in life without one was pretty damn impressive. There was a definite value in doing things the hard way. For one, it made him look really cool.
As cool as he was, Shuniji was starting to feel fatigued. His muscles ached from exertion. The strain caused by chakra depletion was different from normal physical exhaustion. It wasn’t entirely unlike the pain felt in one’s skin during the flu.
Shuniji contemplated moving on to phase two of his jutsu training, if for no other reason than to get it over with and be able to say that he did it. The frantic popping of the clouds around him caused Shuniji to think twice, though. Considering all he’d read about this jutsu—Thunder Cloud Inner Wave—if this went wrong for him, it would go very wrong. Shuniji wasn’t sure if he had enough chakra to pull it off correctly the first time… at least not at the scale he was attempting at the moment, having covered a good portion of the training arena in clouds.
Sighing in defeat, Shuniji let a large percentage of the clouds drift back off into the atmosphere. It went against his flashy nature, but if Shuniji was going to electrify this shield of clouds to the extent he was aiming for, he wanted to make sure it was done right. He may have been self-confident, but Shuniji wasn’t foolhardy enough to think he’d be able to manipulate that much chakra properly in one go.
What Shuniji left himself with wasn’t exactly miniscule, though. The ring was still tall enough to obscure him from view and while he couldn’t be certain, it still felt like it was at least a couple meters thick.
Shuniji exhaled and decided to stop procrastinating before he ran out of chakra just trying to maintain the barrier. He built up lightning chakra in his core and let it spark throughout the clouds. He continued to focus on the bolts and kept them spinning around the clouds to build up a charge. Shuniji assumed this was how an electromagnet worked, but didn’t bother to put much more thought into the process than he did. Nobody knew how the ******** magnets worked anyway. All that mattered was that it seemed Shuniji was actually performing Thunder Cloud Inner Wave properly. Shuniji only wished he had someone to try out his new barrier on… though after twenty years, it seemed people finally took the hint to not get near Shuniji when he was training. What a shame.
A couple more minutes of mindlessly watching the lightning circulate through the clouds and Shuniji had already grown bored… and a little dizzy. He fired off a shot of lightning from his foggy fortress, but was disappointed at the realization that even though he was surrounded by his own chakra, he couldn’t see through it. It would have been one thing if his target had been within the mist, but the electrically charged clouds were meant to keep even that from happening. True, while Shuniji needed a mid-range attack since his Dokumushi were virtually useless against anything that wasn’t close combat (and even that excluded blades), it wasn’t very satisfying to not have any idea where your target was, much less if you’d hit it.
A shadow clone made to stand on the outside of the perimeter seemed like the obvious solution, but Shuniji was already skeptical of his ability to perform Thunder Cloud Inner Wave on a full scale, much less without halving his chakra to accommodate a clone.
Shuniji needed allies. He sighed and the clouds lightened up a little. He would have reformed his protective barrier, but no longer felt in the mood to train. Even back when he was a genin, all of his jutsu revolved around supporting others. Things hadn’t changed much since then, only back when he was a kid, it annoyed him. Now it just made him depressed.
“All the more reason to train, I guess,” Shuniji mumbled to himself. He had a duty to fulfill, and for that to come about, he needed to be able to protect himself. If he could do that while shooting lightning bolts blindly at enemies, then that would be awesome.
He watched the remainder of the clouds float up and away while he untied his hair and ran a gloved hand through it a couple times. Shuniji was only human and he didn’t like being reminded of it. He’d rather his figurative heart had been cut out instead of his literal one. That would make life so much simpler. Then again, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy his newfound importance in the grand scheme of things, so he supposed it was a decent trade off.
…Who was he kidding? Shuniji wished he could get drunk. He settled for going home and going back to sleep.
1,892/3,600 Trained Towards A-Rank Storm Release: Thunder Cloud Inner Wave Mood: Annoyed
Status: More training
Thoughts: "This can't be healthy..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 6:55 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
“Aaah aaah aaaaaaahmmmnnn~” Shuniji sang idly while slowly making his way back to the Training Arena. He’d been trying for a while now to mimic the absolutely inhuman song Henshuu had sung back in the Udai Holding Facility, but so far Shuniji hadn’t even come close.
It seemed like he couldn’t do anything right lately. Well, at least with regards to the singing, nobody could blame Shuniji for not being able to do that well at all. Still, he’d been training on and off for about a week in a half-hearted attempt to get Thunder Cloud Inner Wave down. “On and off” was the term Shuniji used because he was pretty sure he had managed to unintentionally sleep for over twenty-four hours at one point. Shuniji didn’t want to think that he was depressed, but his body sure acted like such was the case.
Really, he just needed something to inspire him to action, just like in the good, old days where he could get riled up at the promise of eye-contact. Things had been pretty calm since that whole event in the Fire Country Forest. Shuniji probably wouldn’t have acted nearly as despondent as he was if he had something to do. Besides, ending his mission like... well, like it did, really left a bad taste in his mouth.
That was it! Shuniji paused at the entrance to the Training Arena. He needed closure. He needed to get back together with Seika again (the ego to his id, he admitted) and face down Tatsuya one more time—this time with all his mental ducks in a row. Only then would he be able to think clearly. To reach that point, though, Shuniji needed to continue to follow the Otokage. Shuniji was an excellent shinobi; through diligence and discipline, everything would make sense like it had before all this emotional crap got in the way. Witnessing the Otokage overcome all opposition would surely put things back in perspective for Shuniji. That was always how it worked. Logic came before feeling. What was “right” was what made sense. Shuniji nodded cheerfully. Like in life, everything would be decided on the battlefield! That was how shinobi operated!
“And I won’t lose at closure!” Shuniji announced vehemently, completely oblivious to the blank stares he received in reply from confused witnesses. He was far too wrapped up in his own, bizarre train of thought to notice something as mundane as people looking at him funny. Regardless, it brought him a step closer to his normal self—a welcome change from the depressed Shuniji that had been inhabiting his body the past few days. Just a little more convincing and perhaps training, and maybe Shuniji would return to his original mindset yet. Yeah, that was the plan.
Shuniji took a flying leap off the balcony he’d been occupying, and before he’d even hit the ground, he had surrounded himself in dark clouds. Before, he’d only used a plain, gray fog, but not unlike the ninja manipulating them, the clouds were riled up into a pitch black curtain.
A number of brilliant showers of sparks spouted from the edges of the clouds. The sharp contrast between their bright light and the darkness of the clouds was beautiful to Shuniji, who gleefully reacted as though the crackling blasts of light were the flashbulbs of paparazzi photographers.
“I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” Shuniji shouted to the ceiling, “IF THEY DO, THEN THEY’LL PUT THEIR MONEY WHERE THEIR MOUTHS ARE! COME AT ME, BRO!” He cackled hollowly, clasping his hands in the signs of the boar and the horse. “STORM RELEASE: THUNDER CLOUD INNER WAVE!”
Lightning tore through the dark clouds that spread out around Shuniji as far as his chakra control would allow. The rumble of the thunder buckled Shuniji’s legs and doubled his obnoxious laughter. He was a terrible shinobi. He couldn’t keep his emotions straight, much less suppress them completely. He didn’t know whether he was sad or angry or lonely or anything at all, but he found it all hilarious. What a concept! Shuniji took it all with stride and let his turbulence manifest in the form of dense thunderclouds. If he believed in such things as individual “ninja paths”, he would have likely taken this as a quality of his own. However, Shuniji did not. There was only one true path, and that was through strength—strength of physical body and strength of conviction. Shuniji would prove to the world that he had both.
Yes, this storm jutsu was a b***h to learn, but it really put things in perspective for Shuniji. He was ambitious, that was a fact, but he needed to come to terms with the glass ceiling that was his status as a shinobi. There were many attributes that separated Shuniji from men like the Otokage. He could never achieve that sort of greatness on his own. If he needed to cling to the coattails of his kage to obtain purpose in the world then so be it! Purpose and strength were the same thing after all, weren’t they?
Shuniji unintentionally thought back to Tatsuya’s words, but the roar of the thunder surrounding him drowned out any possible alternative conclusion he could have come up with. Shuniji smiled easily. Thinking took up too much energy. Caring took up too much energy. He needed that energy for the chakra he used to maintain this jutsu—this jutsu that would make him stronger. Shuniji knew strength. He understood it. He’d take it to Tatsuya in the endgame and then they’d see for sure who was in the right. If Shuniji won, then all was right in the world. If not… then that would be a problem, then wouldn’t it? The idea of admitting one’s entire life was a failure, useless, without meaning… despite all that Shuniji had done for as long as he could remember to bring fufilment—just the thought of it was more than Shuniji could bear… so he didn’t.
Instead Shuniji basked in the thunderous din the wide ring of black clouds created around him. It made it blissfully difficult to concentrate on much else. That was just the way Shuniji liked noise—why he liked noise. He raised his hands to the heavens and stared up into the fluorescent lights until he saw spots. He rocked from side to side and felt the storm around him spin in time to the song playing in his mind.
After a few minutes, Shuniji decided he’d had enough of keeping the fun to himself and fired off a few bolts of lightning in no particular direction. He grinned in satisfaction when he heard a shout, followed by something hitting the ground a ways away. The thunder seemed to rumble in approval as well.
Shuniji’s grin took on a twisted quality when he heard the sharp “thwip” sound of a kunai being thrown and saw a flash of lightning on the other side of the cloud barrier. Curiosity piqued, Shuniji formed a hole in his wall to reveal a very angry, slightly singed-looking shinobi. At his feet was a sparking kunai.
Shuniji looked down at the knife and back at the shinobi, smirking sinisterly. “I take it that’s yours?” he drawled. ’Hello, unfortunate practice target.’
The opposing ninja said nothing, but instead charged ahead at Shuniji, who immediately resealed his cloudy fortress. There was a bright flash several times greater than when the barrier was struck by the knife, accompanied by a strangled scream. When Shuniji heard the familiar sound of a body hitting the ground, he allowed the clouds to part once more.
He smiled genially at what he saw; the angry shinobi from moments earlier was looking a little less angry and a lot more unconscious than he did a second ago.
Already bored with his most recent acquaintance, Shuniji twirled the clouds around aimlessly and looked up at the balconies for something (or preferably someone) else to electrocute. Unfortunately the training arena had cleared out once Shuniji had made his debut—an event that occurred only too often for Shuniji’s comfort. He considered changing his sleep schedule one of these days in order to catch the rest of the village off guard. He really hated training alone.
Sighing heavily, Shuniji decided he’d had enough training for one day and that it was about time for him to take a break. Perhaps he’d go get something to eat. He’d gotten a pretty good handle on his storm release, all-in-all, but it wasn’t quite perfect yet. There was the issue of aiming, keeping the ratio of water to lightning chakra in check and he figured he would always have a problem with the amount of stamina require for such a large-scale jutsu meant for a bloodline limit he didn’t possess.
That didn’t mean Shuniji was going to write off Thunder Cloud Inner Wave by any means. Shuniji may have been an impatient creature with the emotional stability of a drug-addled cat, but he wasn’t a quitter. He needed a defensive jutsu with a decent area of effect, especially since his Dokumushi didn’t protect him from weapons very well. It also helped that the jutsu’s effectiveness lay mostly in its use of lightning chakra as opposed to water. At least that part came naturally to Shuniji. Yeah, even without the clouds, it was still a lightning based jutsu. Thinking about it that way helped Shuniji grasp the concept a little better.
Besides, as fun as it was to fry targets at a distance while protected by a layer of opaque clouds and lightning, Shuniji wasn’t about to use this technique unless he really needed it. For him the Dokumushi took hardly any chakra at all and it was easily more effective when it came to disposing of opponents than Thunder Cloud Inner Wave. It even took care of the clean-up. Hell, even without the insects, he was still unreasonably strong given his lanky frame. It felt rather out-of-character to deem a jutsu “too flashy” to be used.
This jutsu was a precaution, and more than that, it was a time-wasting hobby Shuniji was using to bide time until something actually happened. He watched the clouds swirl and eventually dissipate. If anyone still wanted to pick a fight with him, he’d punch them in the face.
1,721 + 1,892 = 3,613/3,600; A-Ranked Storm Release: Thunder Cloud Inner Wave Learned Mood: Bored
Status: Being a jerk
Thoughts: "Maybe I can learn something that DOESN'T totally frizz out my hair..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:05 am
 ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁  (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
The faint sound of dragging feet could be heard to only those who were near. Seika was in no mood to be social...but she still believed in being prepared. The whole "Last mission" sounded kind of important.. There was a pressured feeling in her sides that only served as a reminder. Her current role. She should feel privileged but this isn't what Seika would call one. If the Otokage could A sexually reproduce, THEN he could understand... Then again...she wouldn't be surprised if he could. Still, having children wasn't exactly on Seika's agenda. Not even ten years from now. Yet here she was, carrying this thing around. Why her? There were plenty of other women in sound, probably WILLING to have that sketch-bags child. Oh, that's right. It's her punishment. What kind of sick crap is that?! Ah, but Seika didn't have a choice in the matter, right? It wasn't up to her. All that mattered was him. 'Cause he was the one with the Ideal. He was the Otokage and it was her job to follow his commands.....Oh dear, if Kaichou was still alive. He'd never let her hear the end of it. Somehow this was all Shuniji's fault. Where was he anyway? It wasn't hard for her to understand what she was supposed to do and why...she was a Sound nin. This sort of thing comes with the territory of being bad a** and evil at the same time. Were they really evil though? Or just misunderstood? Seika scoffed and let her body lean against the wall. She let herself slowly slide down the wall until she plopped down into a comfortable sitting position. Seika was what the Otokage wanted her to be... Ami or...Neko-chan made her presence noticed with a loud mew, then butted her head against Seika's arm. Her companion seemed to be a bit worried after that whole walk back to Sound. The pain came and went, though after taking 500mgs of pain meds, this girl wasn't feeling much of anything at the moment. A light sigh escaped her lips as she set a comforting hand on the cat's head. This animal was probably the only thing that showed some sort of concern for her health. In a small way, Seika appreciated it. Though she was a bit put off by it as well. There was no reason to show concern for a person like herself...she didn't deserve it. Not after what she did to Yuzuki...affection was poison to her. It was just so wonderful...to be held and loved by somebody, at the same time you loathe it with every fiber of your being. "Ugh..." Seika growled under her breath. Enough of this distracting bullshit.Seika shook off her thoughts and shifted her knee's up to her chest, then made a single hand sign. A shadow clone quickly formulated at her side, granted this one looked much thinner than the original Seika. Which made it a perfect punching bag for a certain jealous person.. Though that was something she'd save for later. She wanted to train a certain genjutsu in honor of her small companion. Even if it was a bit undeserving...the cat normally ditched her when things got sticky. Somehow the term "Fraidy cat" makes more sense now. Seika stared into Ami's slitted eyes with mild curiosity. She often wondered why people were so superstitious about looking into a cat's eyes. Some people even say they are a gateway to hell...AH! INSPIRATION! A genjutsu that could be cast via eye contact. Well, sound was actually more effective but eye contact was sort of nifty. The Otokage seemed to have something like that..only his genjutsu's were beyond terrifying. He didn't need to cast genjutsu to make you start shitting bricks. Seika chuckled darkly at the thought and turned her gaze up to the clone, who had gotten bored and began sewing up Seika's new outfit. With a cheshire grin, Seika thumped the clone on the head to catch it's attention. The clone turned to meet Seika's gaze but paused, dropping the needle and fabric in her hands... To the clone, Seika's pupils had narrowed into vertical slits while the sound of a cat's chime could be heard. A medium sized cat roughly the size of Ami had made an appearance when it phased through a wall. It was a dark and translucent figure with glowing red eyes...it's teeth were longer and sharper than a normal cat's. Even it's ebony claws threatened to peel the flesh off ones bones... It was so adorable and there wasn't just one...there were many. At least fifteen of the shadow creatures. All at once they launched themselves at the clone's body and began to tear into her flesh with their claws and teeth. Her screams were silent, for the only thing she heard was the horrid shriek of the cat culprits and the sound of her own flesh being severed from her body. Meanwhile the real Seika swiped the fabric from the clone and began to finish sewing her new outfit, singing a lovely tune as she did. "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came~!
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name~!
And do I dream again? For now I find....The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind..." Seika chimed lightly with a gentle smile. Such a mesmerizing tune seemed to drown out the sound of her clone screaming bloody murder. Oh but there was much more training to get done...this was only the beginning. Cat Genjutsu C rank complete! 938/750 -25% discount.
MƠƠƊ: PMS Calm
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Phantom of the Opera - Nightwish
Side note: Indeed, it is pretty to think so.
How would you like to see what d e a t h is like? ✞
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 5:29 pm
Theme
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji trudged through the halls, carrying a melancholy demeanor so heavy, the people around him felt their knees buckle as the sad-sack walked past.
A normal person would have rationalized that it had only been about two weeks since Shuniji had last carried on a legitimate conversation with anyone... or at least a conversation by Shuniji's standards. Still, Shuniji had a sense of time akin to that of a dog or a small child. If it wasn't happening at that moment, then it hadn't happened for an eternity.
Shuniji emerged from his usual entrance and draped himself over his usual balcony. He exhaled with a great sigh, but nobody cared enough to notice.
Something familiar caught Shuniji's eye, though--and it wasn't the awful kind of familiar that had built up over his seemingly endless weeks of training. No, it was--
"SEIKA!!?"
That was definitely not a hallucination this time! Shuniji vaulted over the railing with renewed gusto and all but sashayed over to the younger girl. He did his best to not reveal how pathetic he'd been earlier due to loneliness, but there was a definitive light in his eyes at the sight of his... er... acquantanfriendeammate. Yeah. That.
"HEEEEEEY!" He crowed when he was only a few strides away. He'd managed to cross the sizable arena in only a matter of seconds. "Where've you been!? I expected you back forever ago!! Where's the new recruit!?"
Shuniji looked every bit the part of an excited child--one welcoming a parent home as the pretense to ask for their souvenir. He was so happy to have a break from his rut, it took him a moment to realize that Seika wasn't exactly oozing her usual "Seika Cheer".
He blinked in concern, once, twice, then realized he was still too happy to care.Mood: =D
Status: Greeting Seika
Thoughts: "FFFF I JUST REMEMBERED I DON'T HAVE A SUCCESSFUL MISSION TO BRAG ABOUT." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:48 pm
ȘЄΊҜȺ▷Cheshiru◁ (¯`v´¯).`·.¸.·´ ¸.·´.·´¨)¸.·¨) (¸.·´(¸.·´(¸.·¨¯`☆☆☆☆☆☆
Seika had been so intent on her sewing, she didn't notice Shuniji until he spoke to her. "K-GK!" Unfortunately he startled her, causing the needle she was holding to stab her thumb.
A WILD SHUNIJI APPEARED!!
"FFFFFFFFFFF- Sh-Shuniji-kun! Y-You're back!" Seika spoke with surprise, almost flattening her back against the wall as he bombarded her with questions. Ironically he was more intimidating this way. Last time he was this excited, he was carrying a small child's face in his hands. She sweat-dropped gave him a half-smile, the best greeting she could muster for a slightly worried and traumatized person.
Granted...after that horrid vibe she got in the forest, she was glad to know that Shuniji was still alive. Well...he was Shuniji ******** Fuku, you don't ever count him out.
Seika gave Shuniji an evasive glance before answering. "Yeah...about that...I came back with Yuzuki but the Otokage sent her back out to go prove herself. I had to go babysit her and such, turns out the Raikage decided to promote her and things went downhill from there. I had to dispose of her quickly." There was an apologetic tone to her voice as she spoke the last few words. It wasn't exactly something Seika wanted to do but her orders were more important than her, obviously. On the other hand...Yuzuki had it coming. Nobody wastes the Otokage's time like that without getting hurt. "It's a shame...she had such potential too." She trailed off with a disheartened frown before pulling her gaze back up to Shuniji.
Seika wasn't comfortable with Shuniji over towering her like he was, so she decided to stand up. It was apparent she wasn't self conscious about her extra weight in her stomach. It wasn't terribly noticeable...but there was definitely something there. The blood rushing to her head made her nauseous at first. She shrugged it off after a few seconds and directed her full attention to Shuniji.
"So, any luck with your mission? There weren't any...major problems I assume?" Seika inquired with a raised brow. He seemed unscathed and well, that's what she was implying from the question at least. She wasn't trying to put too much thought into the whole telepathy seizure she had in the forest. Most of the time it was random and inaccurate. For all she knew, Shuniji could have had a completed mission without any complications. She had been a bit worried but didn't make it into a big deal.
Seika was just a bit paranoid.
MƠƠƊ: PMS Relieved
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Mindless Self Indulgence - Straight to the Video.
Side note: OH GOD WHERE DID HE COME FROM?!
How would you like to see what d e a t h is like? ✞
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 10:02 pm
Theme
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji looked a disappointed child with the way he pouted. Truthfully, he was. He was really looking forward to getting a new lackey backup singer teammate. His sorrow was short lived as he registered Seika's other words.
"So you actually got around to offing somebody? That's great! You totally struck me as one of those 'knock 'em off dramatically while giving an ominous speech' kind of people like most genjutsuists, but you're turning out to be surprisingly hardcore." He smiled genuinely and glowed with pride as though he had something to do with it.
He took a step back as Seika stood in order to preserve their respective bubbles of personal space. His eyes narrowed as Seika's obvious discomfort. She seemed really sick, but her inquiry as to the success of his own mission was enough to distract Shuniji.
He looked sideways, suddenly uncharacteristically embarrassed.
"The mission was... a failure... I guess... at this point I really don't know what Lord Otokage's original intention was. Either way, I didn't even come in contact with either Immortal. I only made it two-thirds of the way through Fire Country."
Shuniji shrugged his shoulders in a failed attempt at nonchalance.
"Got in some training at least. Er, but I came across Tatsuya. Remember him? Anyway, Udai was sending out teams to assist in the reconstruction of Leaf so... That happened. Heh... I blew him up pretty good actually. Torched a good chunk of the forest too."
Shuniji's smirk was short-lived. He clumsily skipped the part of the story that still made him uncomfortable. Wishful thinking, it was. No--not even that. He was supposed to want, well, this.
He inadvertently explained away his obvious discomfort by skipping ahead in the story.
"...But I was outnumbered... by a lot. I melted the party's leader into a puddle of fur and gelatin, but when it came down to it, I was surrounded and stabbed full of kunai. I passed out and woke up in prison--in one of the Udai Council's holding facilities."
Shuniji's pacing picked up. He'd reached the part that interested him.
"This is where it gets weird, though. I was there with two old Sound ninja who were waiting for Kaichou, but, since, well, y'know--they had me instead so they carried out their mission and broke us all out of jail to see none other than Lord Otokage. I'd say 'in the flesh', even, but I honestly can never tell with him."
"Anyway--from what I gathered, we're going to war soon, but before then, Sound is going to try and establish an alliance with the Uchiha Clan. Before you say anything, YES, HOLY s**t, THE UCHIHA ARE STILL AROUND."
Shuniji shrugged his arms into the air and laced his fingers behind the back of his head.
"So that's been my week. Thoughts? Questions? ...Bucket? You really look like you're gonna throw up here...."Mood: Contemplative
Status: Recapping
Thoughts: "Last time, ON NARUTOVERSE!" A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:04 pm
A wicked smile.
The flourish while donning the great black jacket
Cruel eyes.
"Today... we walk... come to me... heraldsss of the
new age... of my age... take your placccce next to
your new god...Sssshuniji Fuku! For today...
ISSSSS A DAY WAR!!!!"
A collection of Sound ninja in their traditional attire
had gathered around the tall figure. His smirk was
unnerving... yet inspirational. He was passive... yet
moving. He had an animal magnetism about him that
was undeniable. He was smooth and strong. He was
cocky and overconfident yet cold and calculating. He
lit the air up like it was charged with electricity. Those
in his presence where terrified of him. Yet it was the
only time they felt alive.
THIS was the Otokage, the mover of men, at his best!
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 12:28 pm
Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
"Wh-What--" Shuniji himself was taken aback by the atmosphere's sudden one-eighty. He'd just seen Seika again for the first time in how-long. He'd just started to feel good about living again! But now... But now.
Shuniji stared unabashedly at the Otokage. It was not unlike the first time he'd seen the sun. (An occasion that resulted in him owning a pair of reading glasses, but the sense of awe and wonderment managed to numb the pain.)
Shuniji made the slightest motion to turn back and give Seika a parting glance, but found he couldn't manage more than a twitch. At a loss for coherent thought, he hesitantly took several steps towards the Otokage.
"Y-Yes, Lord Otokage."
The fear in his voice could've easily been mistaken for anticipation. He hazarded a small glimpse back at Seika, before returning his complete attention back to their leader.
"Wh...What do you need me to do?"Mood: Nauseous
Status: Cowering
Thoughts: "..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:17 pm
"You will act assss my priessst... my
persssonal ssssecond... my bodyguard...
while Ssssseika... you will have my
dissssspenssssation to control the ground
forcessss... when we asssssault the pathetic
little dissssplay of ssssolidarity they have
erected...."
The Otokage smiled and the sun seemed to
get colder...
"But it won't matter... we will have the upper-hand
for I will gift you all with my blesssssing before
you go to war..."
Even though it sounded poetic and... quazi religious,
it made one's blood run cold when the Otokage
mentioned something like that...
"Sssshuniji.... step forward..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:20 pm
Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ Shuniji Fuku- High Priest of the Otokage???Are you ugly?
Shuniji's mind blanked over at the mere thought of such a grand display of power as what the Otokage was planning. The grandiosity of the situation was finally starting to register for the short-sighted young man. Ironically, it caused him to block out everything that had been troubling him the past month and he immediately took a step forward.
"High Priest Shuniji" was just too cool of a title to pass up.Mood: Intrigued
Status: Anticipating
Thoughts: "..." A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:15 pm
Like an act of god, the Otokage extended
his hand. It rose slowly- until he was pointing
at Shuniji. A distance, perhaps representing
how the Otokage felt about his subordinates,
spanned between them. For a long moment...
nothing happened. Then the cloth began to
rustle and slowly a long solid figure wrapped
itself around his forearm. It was slow... but
moving. From his sleeve crawled the head
of a snake. It's body bent and swayed with
the natural strength of it's body as it managed
to hold itself up in the air though the sheer
musculature it was gifted with. Silent at first
it suddenly let out a fierce "hiss" and snapped
Shuniji.
Like tan lightning, it struck him on the neck. But
as quickly as it struck it was gone- sucked into
the wound it caused as if by some great force
of wind. It wasn't "painful"... only the bite was.
A small red triskele formed where the snake had
disappeared to. It looked like it was formed from
a small blood blister or perhaps "painted" with
dried blood.
"With thissss... you become mighty... but with
THIS... we all do!"
If the last snake had been the calm before
the storm- than such hell broke loose!
From every direction, snakes burst from the
Otokage's robes- tearing them to shreds and
obliterating the Otokage's form.
Like a spider's web, the network of snakes
found their marks- bestowing a bite to the
neck of the Sound Ninja gathered before them.
Only a few snakes disappeared into the wounds.
The rest where left to bite again and again. When
the deed was done... the Otokage once again
stood amongst them- robes and all. A deep laugh
echoed in the hollow halls of the training area. It
was deep and it was awful. There was self-fulfillment
and superiority in it. No compassion. No unifying
concepts- only greed and power. Maybe it was a
laugh of self-worship...
For now they where all powerful...
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:43 pm
Anthem 4 Pipe Dreams
♠ High Priest Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji carefully eyed the snake, mesmerized by its agonizingly slow pace. They seemed to stare each other down for a moment before all of a sudden, the snake threw itself at Shuniji's neck. It seamlessly struck behind his wide collar and Shuniji jolted backwards with a sharp gasp.
As fast as it had latched onto Shuniji, it had disappeared. The man stumbled forward from the sudden lack of force on his throat. He instinctively covered the "wound" with his hand, surprised to find no tangible tears in his skin. The area was sore, but not in the way of a puncture wound. It was a strange median of burning and electrocution, but not enough to distract Shuniji's ironclad gaze on the Otokage.
There was a split-second pause between the Otokage's announcement and his action in which Shuniji was about to speak--an action lost in what was soon to come.
Snakes exploded from every direction. The Otokage himself seemed to become a back void from which all the serpents thrashed wildly into existence.
Shuniji suddenly found himself in the eighth circle of Hell. The Otokage was Cacus and Shuniji was a thief, as he was suddenly engulfed in snakes, all of which tore at the initial mark on his neck. Shuniji himself was left to drown amongst the scales of hundreds of wriggling beasts.
Then it was over. Shuniji's knees hit the ground as residual snakes swarmed his person and the floor around him. He blearily stared at their writhing bodies, more disturbed by the action than the injury. He had an idea as to what happened, but knew better than to presume anything regarding the Otokage.
It was hard to think of anything to say or do after... well, after that.
His neck began to pulse and throb, causing Shuniji to imagine the snakes squirming beneath his skin. The particular shape of the burning sensation was enough to confirm Shuniji's assumption. His mouth twitched with something not unlike silent laughter.
He'd just received a Cursed SealMood: Excited
Status: Cursed
Thoughts: "!!!" A liar, like me?
A user? A lost soul?
Someone you don't know?
Are you like me?
Are you... ugly?
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