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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 2:46 am
MPES Tree branches flying behind him, Yashimo panicked; for he knew that he could not be taken alive. Entrusted by his captain to deliver this information to him, He could not let his mission to fail, in such a dishonorable way, Fleeing wounded and being followed. In panic, Yashimo became reckless and triggered a Trap wire hidden in the leaves on the trees. A Burst of Pain filled Yashimo as he collapsed face first towards the ground about 25 feet below him. As a sensory type ninja, he could feel the Mist assassins closing in. In a desperate, He attempted to get up, but he could not move his lower body. Without his notice, The wire trap severed his left leg by triggering a Razor wire to rip his leg. Yashimo, now looking death in the face, made one final attempt to preserve that honor he had left. Yashimo, now in critical medical condition, and Assassins right behind him, began to tremble as he reached for his last two paper bombs in his cut up supply bag. He attached one under the metal Leaf symbol on his headband. And on under his jacket. The three assassins, hired by the Dynamo of the Stone country looked him in the eyes. When they approached him to cut his throat, he whispered: " I am.. Sorry..I have failed". He stealthily weaved a hand sign and There was a bright flash in that part of the forest. I had writers block >.< Oh crap, you been waiting for ages, PASS!
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 11:21 pm
OOC: Do I need a character right now, or can I post something random then create one?
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 11:55 pm
riposa in pace OOC: Do I need a character right now, or can I post something random then create one?
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:26 pm
Zerai walked home after a hard day of training at the academy, they didn't practice anything but a lot of tests of raw physical power. He smelled of sweat and he felt very tired. By the time he was home he walked past his family and the delicious dinner made for him and head up to bed, and passed out for the night. When Zerai awoke, nobody was home, but his breakfast was on the counter. He ate it and slowly got ready, then made his way to the academy for another long day.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 4:33 pm
riposa in pace Zerai walked home after a hard day of training at the academy, they didn't practice anything but a lot of tests of raw physical power. He smelled of sweat and he felt very tired. By the time he was home he walked past his family and the delicious dinner made for him and head up to bed, and passed out for the night. When Zerai awoke, nobody was home, but his breakfast was on the counter. He ate it and slowly got ready, then made his way to the academy for another long day. Short and simple... pass.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 4:36 pm
Qyp riposa in pace Zerai walked home after a hard day of training at the academy, they didn't practice anything but a lot of tests of raw physical power. He smelled of sweat and he felt very tired. By the time he was home he walked past his family and the delicious dinner made for him and head up to bed, and passed out for the night. When Zerai awoke, nobody was home, but his breakfast was on the counter. He ate it and slowly got ready, then made his way to the academy for another long day. Short and simple... pass. when i start posting I'll have somthing to post about, so it wont be so short and simple
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:22 pm
Well here goes something, I just hope its good : D
Jaxx walked along the small cobbled path, the rain poured around him making the world have a simple, but strong smell. Looking up he smiled washing that which had been weighing the world down on him.
"Heh... Maybe I will make it, no...?" Jaxx continued down his small road, hoping that something will happen
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:51 pm
Um..hello, this will be a post as a Secretary to the Raikage (I like the thought of the position) I hope it's okay. Hideyoshi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before he crossed his arms over his chest. When he noticed her grabbing her Shogi board he just sighed once again, resisting the urge to palm his face in disappointment. She had done a whole stack of papers, that was pretty good for an hour..however it was still a bit disappointing to know that in an entire hour she'd only gotten one stack of paperwork done. Shaking his head he glanced at Nigel, watching as the younger boy went about replacing the pieces in the correct order, it was rather boring watching him set the pieces, you could tell by the way he grabbed them and placed him that he'd almost never played Shogi. It was upsetting to the young Hakemoto, Shogi was a game based on strategy and planning, seeing someone who hadn't played it before made Hideyoshi frown at him before looking back at Takara as she singed the papers. Her calligraphy was sloppy and horribly-done and it caused Hideyoshi to just sigh, grabbing the papers before holding them to his chest as he walked to the small area he'd set up for himself to wait whilst Takara dealt with her business.
Whilst she spoke with the remaining people in the room Hideyoshi set to signing the papers, his hand gliding across the sheets, his calligraphy a complete opposite of Takara's. Hideyoshi writing was neat and easy to read, and he did it almost twice as fast as her, something he'd gained after nearly ten years of writing. After finishing ten or so of the papers he pulled his book out, named "Hakemoto clan techniques: Basic Through Advanced" the book his father wrote. Even after reading it for what seemed to be the thousandth time he memorized the entire thing from cover to cover, but yet he still refused to learn anything from it. He'd devoted seven years of his life training in Kenjutsu, in a style he himself created called Shigure Souen. It was a style based on speed and faints, oftentimes striking from one direction before abruptly switching to the other, causing the opponent to become confused and be unable to respond to the attack.
Some of the techniques were random, dropping the sword before kicking the hilt, causing the blade to launch at the enemy, sometimes even killing them before they could react. A kick was hard to notice when you have to pay attention to the wielders hands waiting for some type of Jutsu or Taijutsu to be used on them. At the time of creating it he decided he wanted some cool looking techniques, flashy ones that would make people look at him in awe..but in time he began to see that stealthy was the way to go, tricky..so he developed techniques like Last Minute Rain, a technique that had him drop his Katana before kicking the hilt, sending it slicing towards the enemies head or chest. He still had many techniques he had yet to learn, but it was simply because he wasn't physically strong enough or fast enough to use them. Or it was sometimes caused by his lack of time that he had by being Takara's Secretary. He didn't mind being her secretary but he just wished there were times when he was able to train in peace, which didn't happen often.
When he was able to do all the techniques he'd created then and only then would he move on to the Hakemoto clan techniques, he felt it useless to rely on one set of skills, so he himself would be branching out from Kenjutsu to Iryo Jutsu, then Genjutsu, and then most likely his clan techniques, though he wasn't certain. For all he knew Takara could decide to train him in all Genjutsu, of course he would deny that and work on his own, but it could still happen and take up a lot of his time. When Minato began leaving he spoke to Tachibana before turning to Hideyoshi, he didn't mind being scolded at times, but when it was about something he knew it frustrated him. So with a scoff he replied to Minato. "Do you not think I know this? I myself have played Shogi for nearly thirteen years, I understand the appeal in it..however when you run a village it's different, you shouldn't be sitting around playing a board game when you should be finishing all your paperwork before doing so." Was all he said before going back to his book, he wished dearly that he could get the book restored, considering it was nearly falling apart from being opened so many times, but he just didn't have the money or time to have it done.
Even if he did have the Ryo to do so he knew he couldn't last the time needed without the book. After his father passed away it was almost all he read now, he hadn't picked up another book in almost two years, he couldn't explain to any person why..it just happened. Even after all those years of his father being gone he still read the book, the same book he'd read thousands of times, the same book that was nearly falling apart after all the years of being read. Hideyoshi had memorized every word, every sentence in the book, every phrase and every way to explain a technique, but it was all useless information in his mind..if his father had spent time training Hideyoshi instead of doing who knows whatever the man did then perhaps he wouldn't be reading a book, and he'd actually know everything he needed to. Knowledge was good to have, but when it was about something as easy to teach as his clan techniques it was disappointing to have in his mind..he would never teach someone his techniques, his clan would most likely die with him, never moving forward..never continuing on. Passing techniques on had no point in Hideyoshi's mind, perhaps if he had a child..which was unlikely as a Shinobi, most shinobi only live to be in their late twenties or early thirties, and those are usually the extremely powerful ones that could kill most Chunin like Hideyoshi without even trying. Of course Hideyoshi would get stronger with time, but it was just unlikely he would ever be one of those types of people, the type of person that would become a Kage, or the type that would think themselves to be some sort of god..arrogant people who believed they were of a higher "form" than humans like Hideyoshi.
After his thoughts finally came back to the current time he frowned, closing the book with a snap before putting it safely in his pocket, turning back to the papers on his "desk", a sigh escaping his lips before he set out once again, signing them as fast and neat as possible. Perhaps he could get off early and convince Takara to train him today, that would be amazing..he needed to train if he was ever going to become a Jounin, not to say he wanted to train constantly to do so, he just wanted to work whenever he could whilst he wasn't busy, slowly getting stronger. He wasn't like these Genin and Chunin who constantly trained to become a higher rank, people who dreamed about being the strongest, the best in the world were stupid in his eyes. Strength wasn't everything..knowledge was the best tool to have in a battle, without knowledge power was useless.
Without the proper mind to harness the strength one held there was no point in having it..it was simply something that would be a waste of time and space. After he finished half of the stack of papers he had he sighed, glancing over at Nigel and Takara, he was waiting for Nigel to scream in frustration, to give up and leave. It was mean of him to think of a fellow student that way, but the happy attitude of the young man frustrated him to no end, why be happy and make yourself look like a fool just to put a smile on someones face? It was stupid to a person like Hideyoshi, a person who cared little for another persons happiness, no one would see him act like a moron to make someone smile, never giving his life for someone he didn't know. He loved the new Genin of Kumogakure, that was for sure..but he wouldn't give his life for any other village, he wouldn't give his life for Konoha or Kiri, only his own village.
With a sigh he finished signing the remaining six papers, walking over to Takara's desk he set them flat on the side of it, walking back over to couch he usually sat at, crossing one leg over the other as he focused on the remaining people in the office, Nigel and Takara, one his fellow student, the other his teacher and leader. "Nigel..take your time when you move, Shogi isn't about fast moves..it's about thinking, planning ahead..if you rush into a game of Shogi with any person, especially a person like myself or Takara-dono, even if it takes you fifteen minutes to make a move it wouldn't matter, so long as you don't rush into it. In the end this will help you down the road when you eventually become a Jounin and take on students of your own, you'll be able to teach them strategies and ways to handle a fight. If you don't understand something just ask, one of us will explain it to you so long as you truly wish to know about it." His voice was rather cold, it usually was when speaking to people, he didn't mean for it to be that way but it just happened. His voice was heavily accented, something he was made fun of for when he was younger, no one knew where he got his accent, it was just there..and whilst it wasn't a funny sounding accent it was surely amusing to see a child running around with it. Now that he was older it tended to lead to women and girls flirting with him, he'd had a fan-club formed for him, and it annoyed him to no end when he was working and a group of women came in and started talking with him about random topics that he had no interest in.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 11:20 am
J H A Q O .
☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ "Everyone fails the Chuunin exam at least once. They make it difficult for a reason."
All the justification in the world did not make it better. Everyone kept telling him the same thing. That the Chuunin exam was extremely difficult and rarely did Shinobi pass it on their first try. Three others in his class did not pass the Chuunin exam. He would have to study all year long. The same material once more. They wouldn't even tell him what he had gotten wrong. Written exams were never his strong suit. Jhaqo was just as bright as any other student in the classroom, just as talented. Was it fair for him to fail such an important exam just because he didn't know a few math problems? The neighbor to his right was expelled from the exam for cheating. He gave the thought a brief moment before discarding it: he had far too much honor to stoop down to cheating.
And so, he failed. "Everyone fails the Chuunin exam at least once. They make it difficult for a reason." When he received his scores with that dreaded mark, he felt devastated. How would he talk to his father when he got home? His father, an ordinary man, who was so ecstatic that his only son was going to be a Chuunin. How would he tell him that it would be another year before he could apply again? And even after that, he would have to train with a team before they started doing missions for money. Even now as all the possible scenarios of his future ran through his mind, he knew it would be long before he could start taking care of his father instead of the other way around.
His father would not show his disappointment. Perhaps a stunned silence for only a brief moment in time before trying to make Jhaqo feel better. But the boy knew that he had failed his dad, just like so many times before. Why didn't he study just a bit harder? Why didn't he cheat? All these thoughts ran through his mind as he walked down the street towards his home, his fingers loosely grasping the exam with a failing mark on it in his hands. He wanted to burn it, rip it to shreds. This proof of his defeat. But his father would not say anything of the sort. He already knew what his father would say.
"Everyone fails the Chuunin exam at least once. They make it difficult for a reason." ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 9:30 am
Jhaqo J H A Q O .
☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ "Everyone fails the Chuunin exam at least once. They make it difficult for a reason."
All the justification in the world did not make it better. Everyone kept telling him the same thing. That the Chuunin exam was extremely difficult and rarely did Shinobi pass it on their first try. Three others in his class did not pass the Chuunin exam. He would have to study all year long. The same material once more. They wouldn't even tell him what he had gotten wrong. Written exams were never his strong suit. Jhaqo was just as bright as any other student in the classroom, just as talented. Was it fair for him to fail such an important exam just because he didn't know a few math problems? The neighbor to his right was expelled from the exam for cheating. He gave the thought a brief moment before discarding it: he had far too much honor to stoop down to cheating.
And so, he failed. "Everyone fails the Chuunin exam at least once. They make it difficult for a reason." When he received his scores with that dreaded mark, he felt devastated. How would he talk to his father when he got home? His father, an ordinary man, who was so ecstatic that his only son was going to be a Chuunin. How would he tell him that it would be another year before he could apply again? And even after that, he would have to train with a team before they started doing missions for money. Even now as all the possible scenarios of his future ran through his mind, he knew it would be long before he could start taking care of his father instead of the other way around.
His father would not show his disappointment. Perhaps a stunned silence for only a brief moment in time before trying to make Jhaqo feel better. But the boy knew that he had failed his dad, just like so many times before. Why didn't he study just a bit harder? Why didn't he cheat? All these thoughts ran through his mind as he walked down the street towards his home, his fingers loosely grasping the exam with a failing mark on it in his hands. He wanted to burn it, rip it to shreds. This proof of his defeat. But his father would not say anything of the sort. He already knew what his father would say.
"Everyone fails the Chuunin exam at least once. They make it difficult for a reason." ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ ☲ O.o You sir, pass!
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 4:13 am
Ahh well here it goes (8
The scintillating hues of daylight seared through the thick glass of her windows, focusing undeviatingly on her eye lids. At first, her eyelid twitched, then it opened. Shirome groaned, pulling the thick covers over her head in an attempt to get more sleep. She knew, Shirome knew that sooner or later she'd run out of oxygen under those covers. She wasn't even going to take a chance with all the carbon dioxide under there, it simply made her nauseous and light headed. Pulling the covers off she glared at the sun, well, she didn't directly look at it, however she glared at the window. I keep reminding myself to close the curtains before I sleep, but I never do.. Shirome thought sadly to herself, a small sigh escaping her pale pink lips. Pulling her hand from the covers, she jumped up from the chaise. Walking over to her wardrobe. The door on the right; it was always open. Shirome stared at herself in the mirror. She wore only her under garments to sleep; it was more comfortable that way.
Shirome stared into the mirror upon her wardrobe door. I'm as pale as always, I understand why most people are frightened when I approach them, I look as if I were the living dead itself.. She thought to herself. Shirome reached out for the mirror, her slender, pale fingers tracing the outline of her face. Shirome found it almost hard to look back into her own, piercing icy blue eyes. Shirome tore her eyes from the mirror, looking over what she were to wear. Black never looked good on her, neither did tight uniforms; it always gave away that small insolent fact that she unfortunately matured earlier. A shudder ran down her spine in remembrance of that one day she had decided to wear a a Quipao, which coincidently was quite tight on her. She would never forget that one day ever.
Shirome pulled out a skirt, a hooded jacket and a top. She also pulled out a white dress and white shorts. Shrugging her shoulders she picked the white dress.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 3:22 pm
iAnnarrhh Ahh well here it goes (8
The scintillating hues of daylight seared through the thick glass of her windows, focusing undeviatingly on her eye lids. At first, her eyelid twitched, then it opened. Shirome groaned, pulling the thick covers over her head in an attempt to get more sleep. She knew, Shirome knew that sooner or later she'd run out of oxygen under those covers. She wasn't even going to take a chance with all the carbon dioxide under there, it simply made her nauseous and light headed. Pulling the covers off she glared at the sun, well, she didn't directly look at it, however she glared at the window. I keep reminding myself to close the curtains before I sleep, but I never do.. Shirome thought sadly to herself, a small sigh escaping her pale pink lips. Pulling her hand from the covers, she jumped up from the chaise. Walking over to her wardrobe. The door on the right; it was always open. Shirome stared at herself in the mirror. She wore only her under garments to sleep; it was more comfortable that way.
Shirome stared into the mirror upon her wardrobe door. I'm as pale as always, I understand why most people are frightened when I approach them, I look as if I were the living dead itself.. She thought to herself. Shirome reached out for the mirror, her slender, pale fingers tracing the outline of her face. Shirome found it almost hard to look back into her own, piercing icy blue eyes. Shirome tore her eyes from the mirror, looking over what she were to wear. Black never looked good on her, neither did tight uniforms; it always gave away that small insolent fact that she unfortunately matured earlier. A shudder ran down her spine in remembrance of that one day she had decided to wear a a Quipao, which coincidently was quite tight on her. She would never forget that one day ever.
Shirome pulled out a skirt, a hooded jacket and a top. She also pulled out a white dress and white shorts. Shrugging her shoulders she picked the white dress. You pass!
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 6:39 am
Pass... seems you were missed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 5:16 am
1. Why was I quoted in this thread?
And 2. Why the did someone steal my picture AND steal one of my post formats?
Take it down NOW.
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