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Laram woke up with a yawn.
"It doesn't feel like it will rain today," Laram said feeling the weather patterns like the elders taught him. He climbed his way as high as he could physically go in the tree. Laram peeked his head out of the protection of the leaves and inhaled deeply.
"The air here definitely has a different aroma than Hoenn, but not an unpleasant one."
Laram looked over the town. Eyeing the townspeople and sighed.
"I would really like to stay here until I can see Cronde, but then again it might take some time."
After debating with himself for almost three minutes Laram decided he would go. Laram leapt from the branch he was on and began to fall. Edging his fall towards another branch he grabbed on to it as fast as he could. It snapped just as he expected, the little branches at the top weren't going to slow his descent much but anything helped when doing a stunt like this. Still falling at a fatal velocity, Laram grabbed as many branches as he could. When he got half-way down the tree the branches started bending rather than breaking.
"Good," Laram thought. "I still have plenty of time to slow myself before the ground."
At the bottom of the tree Laram had already stopped himself three branches up, and was now jumping to the last branch. As he grabbed the branch with his hand he pumped his legs doing a full swing around it before dropping to the ground. Looking back up at the tree Laram regretted his stunt. Remembering all the lectures his father scolded him with over the years, Laram couldn't help but feel chastised as he surveyed the carnage he caused in the upper canopy of the tree. A tear came to his eye as he thought,
"I have to think before I act, it seems like everywhere I go, I cause devastation. I'm sorry tree, please forgive me." *hugs tree*
Laram takes one more sorrowful look at the tree before he walks away. As he walks away five twig sized branches fall to the ground.

I hope it's alright. I'll be trying to get my character into Konohagakure when it opens.

My opinion...

...Pass...

...And I believe the whole crew would quote me.

OH and @J3, I would say you passed too O:

/not crew.

Rika frowned at her mother. "Why are you making that face, okaa-sama?" She was biting her lip, and her eyes were red. "Are... are you crying?" she asked, rather shocked. Her mother, the fearless kunoichi, reduced to tears?

"Yes!" her mother cried tearily. "As much as I shame the Iida name, how can I not?" She gave her daughter another hug, for the umpteenth time. Her mother's soft blonde hair pressed against the side of Rika's face, and not for the first time Rika associated it with the fresh feel of grass; grass was the beacon of water, after all, and Rika had come to cherish grass in the unchanging landscape of the deserts.

"You know I'll come back," Rika assured. Yes, she was the one who did the reassuring in the relationship. It had come to be her role like that.

Her mother sniffed, patting her head. "Did you talk to your brother?"

"Yes."

"Your father?"

"Yes."

"You have food? Maps? Everything?"

"Yes, okaa-sama."

"Don't forget to scrub in between your toes, and don't eat too fast. Try not to be too nice to people you don't know, and don't be naive. Not everyone is as close as we are," her mother warned. She was referring to the caravan; though it was more than one, obviously, everyone who lived in this nomadic family were all very close, and simply called their community 'the caravan'. They trusted each other, they survived together.

Rika, being just about immune to embarrassment, nodded. "Okay."

"And keep your hair practical."

"Of course. Why would't I?" Rika replied, confused. She had worn short hair for all her life.

'Well... you might meet a boy..."

"I know plenty of boys."

"Good grief girl, that's not what I meant!"

Rika said nothing. She was really confused now. Her mother sighed. She didn't know how her baby girl turned out this way, and couldn't tell if it was for better or worse.

"I suppose... you should get going," her mother said sadly, trying not to say anymore. More words and she might reduced to a ball of sentiment and tears.

Rika gave her a mild smile. "Don't worry, okaa-sama. I made a promise to come back, didn't I?"

Her mother nodded. "Alright. Off you go," she said, turning Rika's shoulders and facing her towards her destination. Her bags and possessions were on her back, and her mother made certain her boots were on correctly.

Rika started to walk, then. First, in uncertain, shuffling steps, but the more she took the faster she pressed. She glanced back at the caravan several times, memorizing the picture she saw. It was one as pretty as any artisan's painting, a picture of community, of children playing in the sand, of the story tellers engrossed by the fire, of the women and men sowing or moving things or just standing and talking. Some of them, including her okaa-sama, saw her and waved.

No, it was definitely worth more than any painting. It was a moving neighborhood, her childhood. It raised and shaped her into what she was today, and she was afraid to leave it behind. The farther she got the less she saw, until the image of the caravan had been obliterated and all there was left was the wind whipping the silent sands and the constant desert heat.

Enough doting. It was time to push forward, to Sunagakure no Sato.

(( sweatdrop sorry it seems quite long)

A gentle breeze slowly swept across the plain, the grass tenderly swaying against the wind. A single blade of grass tickled Okazai Yasuo's nose, stirring him. He awoke to the bright sun hidden behind red clouds, night slowly approaching. "Just how long was I out?" he wondered, observing his surroundings for the first time in hours. It wasn't wise for a ninja to just fall asleep in some random field, but that never bothered Yasuo. He enjoyed these few moments of peace between training and school. It was times like this that allowed him to just stop and think, to slow down and observe a bigger picture. Is there more to the world than just Otogakure? he wondered. Oh, how he longed to find out, how he yearned to see the world through eyes unclouded by hate or malice. He knew of the wars of the past that pitted village against village, country against country. To be bitterly honest, war sickened Yasuo. Maybe it was just his nature, but tranquility appealed to him more than war. He gazed longingly back up at the sky, dreaming of seeing that serene world become reality. "Yasuo! Yasuooo!!" He looked back towards the village, spotting Sachi on the main road. "Come ON, Yasuo! It's getting late!" she cried. Yasuo let out a heavy sigh, and glanced one last time at the sky before joining Sachi...

Wow love that! I'll pass you since Dimi seems not to have noticed your post xd

Pass!

Forgive me but I have a TERRIBLE memory when it comes to names and Bloodlines, ESPECIALLY if their Japanese. D8 In Naruto I only remembered Sasuke, Sakura, Naruto (obviously!) and Kakashi (I finally remembered after the 30th book owo) Soo... I cannot remember bloodlines/moves... I might learn here though :3 My goal really. So this is about a girl, trying to catch an eggplant thief.

"HE WENT THAT WAY!" an old man in charge of the market shrieked, his voice unusually high for a grown man.
"I GOT IT!" Sayuri yelled, her voice brimming with seriousness.

Turning away, she let out a grumble... "Eggplant thief... What a joke...Why can't we just go and fight dragons or something...."
"THAT WAY!" ,the old man compellingly shrieked again.
"GOT IT!" Sayuri shrieked back mimicking his voice, and before he could say anything in remark, she was off.
Her feet skimmed across the pavement, after the 'eggplant thief' .
"Idiots...' She muttered. She followed the direction the man had pointed, which had gradually led into a great expanse of wheat. 'What! How am I supposed to find anything in this me-!'
Sayuri narrowed her eyes, as she spotted a gray figure racing toward the field, a few meters behind here. In it's jaws it held a purple eggplant.
"What a JOKE!" ,She said outraged, her eyes burning with the ridiculousness of her mission.
'Might as well...' She pinpointed the rabbits next moved, and pounced, moving with lightning speed as she caught the rabbit.
It's eyes brimmed terror as it struggled, trying to get free. "Not on my watch..." She growled, as she snatched the eggplant away. 'Rabbit soup might be good...' She thought observing the horrified rabbit, now struggling like a maniac, it's body racking itself, trying to get away from the monster, Sayuri.



-Oh... I give myself a 4/10 8D-

Okay guys, I am a USERPER but it is only beacause my username is based on my RP charcter.

Here goes!
(My character's weapon is a katana)

Amaya Fujiko ran across the dirt road, the golden tassets on her clothes reflected in the sunlight. "Where the hell are you?" She shouted out. Looking around to try and find the enemy shinobi. Her katana seemed to get heavier and heavier in her hand, as more and more blood gushed out of a wound of her shoulder. "Damn it" she uttered weakly.

The rouge shinobi appeared in front of her, seemingly out of no-where. "Haha, though you could beat me? Your just a little girl with a stick". The shinobi stared at her, laughing as she struggled to stand up. "I'll show you what this bloody stick can do" Amaya said, a dark look in her eye. She stabbed him right through the chest. "Mission complete"

Simpatia panted in fear as the burglar walked into the attic. The moon was the only essence of light through the window, Simp's eyes were full of fear, he could see the man who had just killed his grandparents, his teeth crushed harshly against each other, he continued to breath very heavily, fortuned enough he hid himself well, beneath a sheet, he looked like any other sheet-covered furniture there. He looked at the man with fear-full eyes, identifying every feature he could find, and he saw enough, a left hand with only one finger left, a right eye with a very noticeable scar, and tattoos on his bold head, arms, and legs. Simp continued to pant, however, the man was panting twice as hard, making Simp's breath a whisper. The burglar walked slowly investigating the attic, Simp just fainted at the sight of this. ----------

The next day the police found Simp in the attic, unharmed, he was taken to the sheriffs office, were he was fed and given the proper treatment to calm him down, that very day the police called his parents, and after a while of calming him down he finally spoke. The police walks up to him and ask if he could identify the criminal, Simp remembered he had studied the man very well, yet when he thought about it, and finally spoke, he said "I don't remember how he looked like."