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Sorain landed safely on the pavement directly behind the water creature after the conclusion of his last counter attack. All around him Sorain watched as the giant summon crashed against innocent villagers home and shops, the likes of which were many folk lively hood. "I thought I was supposed to be the bad guy?" Sorain thought to himself as he quickly began to anylize the situation in search of his next course of action. Obviously this water summon was the creation of who ever it was that had sent the clones out to attack him. Which meant that rather than go toe to toe with the beast and waste not only his own time, but risk even more unwanted damage to the town, Sorain figured that it would be better for him to locate the source of the jutsu.

Through his Byakugan eyes, Sorain traced the source of the summon's chakra, all the way from its large shoulders, down to a coiling tail that ended by a single humanoid figure located just in the concealment of a near by roof. Instantly knowing that this was his true foe, Sorain changed his course, heading directly down the center of the town towards the building without hesitation or restraint. Just as he was approaching the front of the building Sorain curled down into a crouch before exploding into a leap, sending him high up and above the roof itself. As his body soared through the crisp night air, the sound of Sorains fur lined jacket fanned in the wind like a bird leaving its perch. Tilting his body forward, Sorain took a gentle fist stance in mid air. "Five palms!" he yelled as his body rapidly changed from an upward leap to a downward strike, landing two solid blows to his enemies shoulders followed by two to the neck and one directly in the center of his chest. "Ten palms!" he continued with two open handed strikes over his left and right lung, he then curved his index and middle fingers down so that only the middle knuckles of each hands were extended. Using them, Sorain quickly attacked the victims temples before finishing with an uppercut from the lower end of his right palm. "Twenty Palms!" Sorain continued his assault with ten swift strikes towards his targets rib cage, with each strike his arms snapped rapidly against his targets chest before whipping back to strike again. "Forty Palm Sweep!" Sorain finished his assault by repeating the entire series once more, thus doubling the amount of damage that he dealt out.

Without even giving his opponent time to breathe Sorain returned with another combing attack. Spreading his hands open and slinging them back, Sorain's hands began to become surrounded in blue spiraling mist. As the mist continued to circle, Sorains entire body began to radiate a deep coldness that crept onto his opponents skin, creating chills. In an instant, Sorain tightened his grip into a fist, resulting in the spiraling like aura to become harnessed into his hands. "Fear the mighty hands of the Hyuuga!" Sorain snarled before unleashing another full twenty point barrage on the enemy, each strike hitting more devastating than the least and each strike specfiically targeting his enemies pressure points in an attempt to not only disrupt his chakra flow, but to potentially cancel out jutsu that were currently active, specifically, he hoped, the massive water summon.

Golden eyes snapped open as soon as the first ray of sun pierced through her window. This was the day, the day Saru was looking forward to. All her life up to this moment in time she had been trapped, hidden away from the world in seclusion. Although Saru was only Ten She knew well enough why her parents had hidden her away. Throwing her covers off her petite body her eyes lingered on the cause of her family’s shame, where what should have been feet a second set of hands greeted her. She flexed them, her feet-hands balling up into fist before spreading out. And pushed out of the bed, an unhidden childish eagerness spread across her face.

Breezing through her morning routine, she didn’t take much care in making herself look presentable. This would be her first time into town, and alone for the day no less! White Hair nearly stood on end, the short boyish hair sticking up in every direction when she bounced into the living room. Her mother was already up and ready, though her expression and stature exuded a nervousness that was nearly palpable in the room. Saru looked neither like her mother nor her father, and her appearance was the cause of her mother’s exile and estrangement from the family.

“Mom! Mom! How do I look?” she blabbered, excitement lacing her every word as she spun around. She attempted to lighten the mood with her smile, though often she was met with failure when trying to make her mother happy. She knew that everyday her mother had to live with the consequences of her being born a monster. It was Saru’s fault after all that they had been sent off to Lightning Country instead of them living in Konoha.

The sound of her mother’s disapproval at her appearance made Saru frown, she had spent the last month thinking about the perfect outfit to start the ninja academy in. Glancing down at herself she didn’t understand what was so wrong with her choice in outfit. She was petite, even for children’s standards, and could easily be mistaken for a boy. Her Khaki shorts were loose on her hips, her prehensile tail (Also one of her birth deformities) swayed from side to side in the back. A Red shirt (Her favorite color) hung loosely around her, being so young she didn’t boast the figure of a girl, and even her mother sometimes commented on how she looked like a boy from time to time. Her feet were bare, a drawback to the fact of her birth defect, and her feet-hands were open for everyone to see.

“Saru, come here. “ Her mother muttered, a weariness weighing on her words. Turning her head to the side she was confused, but followed her mothers instructions anyways. Golden eyes watched as her mother dug through a drawer, pulling out a roll of bandages. Ninja often used the rolls as a sort of padding for their knuckles to protect against minor injuries when fighting. Holding out her hands Saru had assumed she was going to wrap her hands so she would not get injured, however her mother had different intentions.

RP sample for my character, Ito Tsubasa, and I have not decided where he lives.

It was too early to be awake.

The moon still hung in the sky like some broken coin, a chunk of silver tossed carelessly into the starry night. The sun was barely risen, still a haze of colored light hovering on the horizon. Tsubasa perched on the edge of his little window, his legs dangling over the bushes on the ground. If he stretched, he could almost reach the the topmost leaves. It wasn't a good day for graduation. The ground was covered in mist and the air smelled like rain. Luckily, it was cold, otherwise breathing would have been like drowning, with the humidity.

The library was probably open, and even if it wasn't, sitting out of windows was almost as boring as listening to his Grandfather's lectures on farming, which were really lectures from his grandfather, as everyone in their family from Tsubasa's Grandfather onward was a shinobi. Tsubasa nodded to himself, and jumped down from the window, landing and going directly into a roll. He sprinted down the road to the village. His Grandfather's hermit tendencies were ignorable until they interfered with travel time, after which they were irritating.

His sandals kicked up dust and rocks, which then mixed with the fog such that by the time he got to the library, he resembled a swamp monster from the knees down.

The librarian is never going to let me in like this.

He shrugged and walked over to the wall. Planting a foot on the wall, he channeled chakra into his feet. He ran up the wall; standing on it was too hard. Once on the roof, he pulled out one of the senbon he kept twisted into his long, dark hair, and used it to wedge the skylight open. He glanced around cautiously, and ducked into the library.

"Really, bro? Every day we go through the same routine," Kyu complained loudly from one side of a desk. A man on the other side of the desk had two containers of sushi in front of him. The ninja hovered a metal detector over the sushi. Not surprisingly, it beeped. Kyu's best pair of chopsticks laid on the side of one of the containers. The man removed the top of the case, and took out the chopsticks with his bare, unwashed hands. The action made Kyuzaku groan irritably. He slouched on the desk and tried to reason with the silent man, "Seriously, bro. Every friggen day, I come in with a box of sushi. It's my lunch. I eat the sushi, I don't hide bombs in it."

Silently, the man on the far side of the desk put away the metal-detection wand, then started scanning the sushi boxes with a chaka sensing jutsu. Should there have been an exploding tag inside them, he'd know for sure.

"You know, I get it. This is a top-secret compound. You gotta check stuff like crazy. But really. I'm a ninja. You're a ninja. Everyone here in this place is a friggen ninja. Why would I bother hiding contraband items inside a sushi box? If anyone wanted to wreck this place, they'd just do some crazy forbidden jutsu, y'know what I mean, bro? They'd blow this place sky-high, like the attack on Konohagakure you read in history textbooks. The Akatsuki never needed a damn sushi box to do bring their scheme to fruition. Seriously bro... It's just stupid."

Meanwhile, the man stopped chakra-checking the box, and whispered something into his mike. From a door behind him, another, identically uniformed ninja came out, and inspected the boxes. He picked one up and turned it in his hands curiously, then put it back down. He looked into the other ninja's eyes, and nodded, then pulled out his own magnetic security wand.

Kyu's face hit the metal desk hard...

I am here to see if I can graduate. My character's name is Kuro Tsuki.

RP Sample: In the hidden mist village, Kuro is walking in a slow motion, taking his time to observe his village, and all the happy villagers that inhabit it. Upon walking, Kuro notices a little boy playing with what seems like a small ball. Walking closer he realizes that the small ball he thought he saw was actually a ball of water being manipulated. Instantly Kuro thought of himself as he goes into a deep flashback of his past. "Hey mister, what are you doing?" Said the little village boy staring at Kuro, and waiting on an answer. Kuro looked at the boy and smiled as if he knew in the future that the boy would be great and responded, "Looking at the future Mizukage." With the brightest smile on his face, the boy ran off to his parents. Kuro continues on his walk observing the village. "there's nothing better than seeing the smile on everyone's faces." he said to himself as he moved his long, black hair out of his eyes. "I will do anything to keep the villagers smiling."

Eika woke slowly blinking heavy lidded eyes. However she wasn't given the slow waking period that her body and mind demanded to achieve awareness as a blade hit the wall beside her head with a threatening thunk. Instantly the young girl rolled from her bed bare feet hitting the floor as another blade split wood just behind her. Her green eyes narrowed and scanned with the little time permitted to try and find the aggressor before she hit the ground and rolled beneath her bed headed for the wall. Eika sprung up at the other side snatching the two lodged blades from the wall before jumping onto her bed.

She side stepped and caught her pillow and blankets up with her foot before kicking it forward across the room to the only plausible location of her attacker, the doorway to her bedroom. However she didn't wait for a report from the distraction as she launched herself from the bed in the same direction as her pillow her hands, while still holding onto the retrieved blades pushed the edges of the pillow as she guided the missile the moment she felt it impact something she pressed down on the pillow and swung up and forward with her knee at the same time an unnerving expression took her emerald green eyes.

She crashed into the target with a deft thud as her knee made contact with something solid. Eika fell with her target to the floor keeping her knee on target, when both hit the floor the lights to her room came on. A man in white gloves stood in the door clapping softly. "As sharp as ever... Seems it was the right choice to have our, assistant use the replacement jutsu, this time." he states as Eika stood the blades held tight in her hands as she was still driving on instinct and not completely aware of the exacts of the situation just yet. However realization came to her and the eerie dark look in her eyes lightened as her green eyes widened and a smile spread across her features. The man knelt down and pulled the pillow off the face of a clay pottery mannequin whose face was smashed in. Another younger man stood further outside the door his hand over his nose, apparently he had been the ambush attacker and was happy to have his face still arranged properly.

Eika turned the weapons over in her hands absentmindedly as she looked to the gloved man expecting him to say more. He didn't disappoint as he held a hand out for the weapons and opened his mouth to speak again. "You have lessons today, finish your morning routine and head for the academy." He states in the same strong monotonous yet oddly encouraging voice as Eika handed him the blades. She smiled brightly tipping her head to the side as she nodded firmly tossing her golden hair about before she scampered off to the bathroom to do as she was told.

Here goes nothing:

It was a warm summer day, the wind was crisp and refreshing as it blew through her soft, black hair. She could have put it up in a bun, however, it seemed fruitless with the wind today. It was an important day; not only for her, but also for her brother. They were to start in the ninja academy today. He seemed slightly more nervous than she did, Where is he? She scanned around the area looking for her younger twin. His bright blonde hair should stick out, but she couldn't find him. Probably looking for some flowers. He always goes to the field to calm himself.

"Looking for your brother?"

Aeon turned to see her father standing behind her. His hard face looking out at the distance, not even attempting to make eye contact. He wasn't happy that the two of them decided in this endeavor, and even less so that they decided to go together. They weren't the ideal kids, and they always seemed to rely on each other a little too much. His first reaction was actually a laugh.

"You? Join the ninja academy? You would be fair more suited to be a florist, and you... well maybe you, but really? Is this some kind of joke?"

He had a long laugh that night. The next day was no different. He resorted to a chuckle every now and then and told them he bet they would lose the gall to go through with it long before classes started. He was wrong.

"I hope you know what you two are getting into. He said he needed to stop somewhere and he was going straight there. You shouldn't wait for him."

He left. Simple as that. No 'good bye' or 'have a great day.' It wouldn't be him if he had said it. She sighed and looked back at the summer's day. She took in a deep breath of the revitalizing air.

"It feels good to be myself again..."

She pulled up her dark violet dress, re-situating herself. Do ninjas wear dresses? I think some do... Well... they can shove it if they don't like it. I think I look rather well.