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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 11:34 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji decided that he was pretty lucky that Sound Village was so close to Fire Country. He really didn't want to have to do anymore travelling than necessary on this already arduous mission.
...At the same time, he vehemently cursed the sheer size of the Land of Fire.
"BUT I DON'T WANNA SEARCH THE WHOLE COUNTRYYYYY," he whined loudly. At least one other good thing about his travels was that he could b***h and moan as loud as he wanted and no one would get on his case about it. Then again, the feelings of loneliness were still gnawing at the back of his mind.
"Life sucks," he huffed.
Nevertheless, he hopped through the trees, still on course and headed due west. He wasn't about to wear himself out combing the country which essentially consisted of nothing but forests right off the bat, since he'd be doubling back anyway after his job in the Land of Stones.
He was also making a concerted effort to avoid the crater formed by the battle he'd gotten involved in the last time he passed through the Land of Fire, as well as the Village Hidden in the Leaves. As starved for attention as he was, Shuniji was well-aware that the Udai Council was after his a**, and that it would mean nothing good if they, or any affiliates of theirs caught up with him...Mood: Lonely (and a little frustrated)
Status: Travelling
Thoughts: "Maybe I should set up camp soon..."  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: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:55 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji sighed heavily in the dark of the forest. The force of his sigh threatened to blow out the campfire he'd started earlier in the evening. It continued to glow and snap happily and Shuniji couldn't help but envy its enthusiasm.
...This sort of melancholy behavior wasn't actually that uncommon with Shuniji. It had been a very long time since he'd been completely alone--without even a horrifying alteration to his body to distract him from the isolation. Even in the depths of the Sound Village, there were always other people around, even if he never spoke to them. No, this was how Shuniji acted in his home, surrounded by piles of boxes filled with trinkets and found objects. Now he was without even those things to fill the void he'd taken such measures to bury.
He poked at the fire with the stick he'd used to cook a small animal he'd caught a few hours ago. The fire responded by belching sparks into the air. Shuniji relaxed a little and rested his head on his knees, temporarily content with the personified elements of his campfire.
"And I find it kinda funny... I find it kind of sad... That the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had..." He sang softly into the fabric of his shirt. "I find it hard to tell you; I find it hard to take; when people run in circles, it's a very, very..."
His gentle song made him smile, despite its sad lyrics. It would only be a few hours plus a quick nap and the sun would be up again, under which he could continue his journey. Until then...
"Maaaad Woooooorld..."
"Maaaad Woooooorld..."Mood: Lonely
Status: Camping
Thoughts: "No one knew me... No one knew me..." 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: Mon Jan 24, 2011 4:45 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
It was daytime now, and the sun had been in the sky for several hours now. Shuniji had already packed up his campsite, not that it took much effort, considering it consisted of a campfire. He'd stomped out the embers and left it at that.
Shuniji then continued wandering aimlessly through the Land of Fire, basically headed west, but in no particular hurry. He really didn't want to scour the whole forest and it wasn't like he had the chakra to waste on a fleet of shadow clones...
Or did he?
Shuniji paused in his walking and gazed down at his hand, flexing it once, twice. He punched a tree and intently observed the way the bark shattered and crumpled in on itself, with virtually no effort on Shuniji's part. Yeah, he could work with this.
He made a couple hand signs. "Shadow clone--!" he cut himself off. "Wait, wait, wait... If I'm gonna bother doing this..."
He smirked deviously.
"Lightning Release! Shadow Clones!!"
Two clones exploded into being on either side of the real Shuniji. He was silent for a moment, but triumphantly folded his arms. His clones followed suit. It was actually quite a cool pose, but unfortunately for them, no one was around to witness it.
“Alright clones! Here’s the deal,” Real!Shuniji announced with a dramatic sweeping gesture. “I’ll head west on course for Stones Country. You guys fan out, so we’ll cover more ground. Kakoai on, by the way, so we’ll be able to catch a trail if there’s one to follow.”
He was met with an underwhelming amount of enthusiasm. One clone was scratching its ear in disinterest while the other was reorganizing its hair.
“You realize we already know everything you’re gonna say, right?” the clone on the left pointed out in a bland tone, “You don’t have to keep reiterating it.”
The clone on the right didn’t bother looking up from its hair. “And despite that, we still don’t know what this guy looks like. I mean, sure, there’s that whole ‘mind squelching’ compulsion thing that goes on when things with an Immortal get intense, but there’s no way to know if that’ll happen with us clones. You’re the only one with the jewel thingy.”
Shuniji punched his clone in the face.
“DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING, DID YOU?”
The clone went flying back from the force and hit a tree, which cracked at the force. There was a moment in which the clone went rigid and began to glow and crackle. Then it exploded.
The first clone watched the spectacle abjectly. Shuniji, meanwhile appeared indignant. That blast wasn’t nearly as large as he wanted it to be. He needed more practice.
Instead, most of the damage to the tree was caused by his punch—another thing Shuniji still hadn’t quite figured out yet. The tree—average in size, but small compared to most of the mammoth specimens in Fire—groaned. Most of its trunk had been blown away. Shuniji and his remaining clone realized just in time that they were probably standing in a bad location as the tree fell towards them with an impressive crash.
Shuniji and his clone tuck-and-rolled in opposite directions, the former of which realized was an incredibly odd sensation of doing the same action, but in different directions. If anything, it made him a little dizzy.
He and the clone observed the damage.
“Well…” the clone started. The real Shuniji stopped it with a raised hand and a glare.
“If whatever comes out of your mouth next has anything to do with a tree falling in the forest and the sound it makes—you’re next.”
“I’m gonna head southwest,” the clone finished and hastily darted off into the trees that were still standing. Shuniji huffed and took the more northerly route.
…After he punched another tree, of course. That s**t was fun and cathartic.
1,234 + 647 = 1,881/1,800; B-Rank Lightning Release Shadow Clones Learned!
Mood: Annoyed
Status: "Training"
Thoughts: "Hi-YAH!" 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 Jan 27, 2011 7:54 pm
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♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
"Uuah... Uuwah--!"
...
"UUWAT-CHOO!!"
Shuniji sneezed for the fourth time in twenty minutes. Was somebody talking about him? The thought gave him the warm fuzzies and alleviated his loneliness home-sickness er... totally-not-wussy-feeling-of-unease. On the other hand...
"ATCHOO!!"
Shuniji's thunderous sneezes complimented his lightning element nicely. He scrubbed at his face with a handkerchief. The itching feelings subsided and he finally removed the tissue and held it out at arm's length. Ew. That was so not going back in his pocket.
Shuniji tossed it over his shoulder and took to the trees again.
"CHOOOOOOOO!!"
Shuniji toppled out of the canopy and into the dirt.Mood: Flattered ANNOYED.
Status: Travelling
Thoughts: "This had better not be a cold..." 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: Mon Jan 31, 2011 2:35 pm
Junk Ninja Garage
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
Shuniji wasn’t quite sure HOW exactly he’d gotten to this point. First he was punching trees, then that sneezing fit and now he was contemplating the best way to dump oil into the lake he was standing next too.
Apparently his hatred for this particular mission was being taken out on the surrounding environment. Sure, he could just continue on to the Land of Stone and come back later, but that would be him wussing out. No! He was going to find that damn Immortal if he had to burn the whole forest to the ground in the process!
“…Oh.” Shuniji blinked and stared down at his reflection in the glassy water, pleased to see it had come to the same conclusion as him.
1. He was going crazy from isolation.
2. Why hadn’t he thought of garnering the attention of the Immortal like he did everything else?
And that would be by being a loud, obnoxious, self-destructive jackass.
Cue megaphone:
“ALRIGHT!!!”
All the birds in the vicinity took to the sky in a noisy flurry of feathers. Shuniji pointed heavenwards for effect.
“I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE, JUST LIKE I KNOW YOU KNOW I’M HERE. NINJA ARE SUPPOSED TO BE STEALTHY AND s**t, BUT FRANKLY, I DON’T GIVE A FACE-RAPING ********. I’M ALREADY A WANTED MAN AND LORD OTOKAGE KNEW WHAT KIND OF PERSON I WAS WHEN HE SENT ME ON THIS MISSION, SO…”
Shuniji closed his eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath.
“I’M ******** AND I’M GONNA START SETTING FIRE TO EVERYTHING I CAN GET MY HANDS ON UNTIL I FIND WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR!”
Shuniji shoved his megaphone back into his belt with gusto and sneered while making loose hand signs. “And to top it off… I’m gonna do it using the element I got from the other ‘formal’ Immortal. Keheheh~”
Tiger, snake, tiger; Shuniji wove his hands into the appropriate formations clumsily. He only had a few jutsu that actually required signs—and this was for a chakra nature he didn’t naturally possess. Sure, water chakra coursed through his body now, but it didn’t exactly agree with his fine motor skills.
A thick mist rolled out of the lake and up to Shuniji’s eye level. It was a cloud, without a doubt, but it had a rather… “mushy” quality to it. Shuniji eyed the creation with disdain and it collapsed back into the shore with a splatter.
“Jutsu’s called ‘Black Rain Technique.’ I’m looking for crude oil, not vegetable,” Shuniji muttered to himself in frustration. Sure it was his first try, but with a cool announcement like he’d just done, he kind of wanted to have results to show his “audience” as quickly as possible.
Also, he wasn’t sure if that was vegetable oil anyway. Considering it was a half-assed attempt at creating a substance used in the creation of paint, it would probably be best to not try and cook with it.
Shuniji deadpanned as the thought of cooking immediately brought to mind images of the catastrophic inferno he was trying to create. Ugh, he didn’t need a new jutsu, he needed a stovetop.
Shuniji sighed and ran with what his subconscious gave him. He tried to imagine the smoky, gray-black charring of his walls at home behind the piles of boxes and the goopy puddle of… something cemented to the long-lost countertop.
He made the hand signs again, this time with much more care, now that his shouting-induced adrenaline rush had worn off. First the tiger, then the snake, then another tiger. Shuniji made the movements fluid, but deliberate, like water.
“Water Release: Black Rain Technique,” Shuniji spoke clearly out to the crystalline waterfront. The realization that if he pulled this off, he’d be facing down another Immortal slowly began to seep into his consciousness. Shuniji used this goal to stay focused on his task.
Water rushed up from the flat waters once more until it formed a cushiony blob that hovered over the lake in front of Shuniji’s face as though awaiting orders. Shuniji merely stared the cloud down until it took a dark shade. It looked like a particularly dark rain cloud, but the iridescent swirls that twisted through it implied something much more sinister.
Shuniji smirked at his sudden leap in progress, but it still wasn’t good enough. True, the isolation was gnawing at his insides like a sealed demon, but Shuniji didn’t want to put on a performance until he had properly rehearsed. He may have been an extrovert to the highest caliber, but he was also a professional. There was no room for error, and Shuniji wasn’t interested in making this his grand finale. He still had a show booked in Stones…
“NO MORE METAPHORS!” Shuniji barked suddenly, instantly regretting his break in concentration. The cloud, which had been patiently hovering, exploded back into a liquid.
Shuniji grimaced as he observed the lake. There was a pretty nasty oil spill in its once translucent waters. The cloud had been the size of the person, so now the layer of oil on the water’s surface was easily larger than a horse. At least it was the proper color Shuniji had been going for.
“Eh, I’ll call this another test run,” he announced. Shuniji stood away from the shore a little and made a couple hand signs. He wasn’t looking for a big explosion, just a spark; a baby lightning jutsu…
For once, just like he’d planned, Shuniji shot off a single, perfect spark that hopped, almost cheerfully, over to the black splotch tainting the lake.
KA-FWOOOOSH
The stain was immediately set ablaze in a startlingly tall pillar of fire. Shuniji’s eyes glittered from the flames. They were beautiful.
Shuniji could kind of understand the mentality of pyromaniacs now, as he was now filled with a refreshed fervor for learning this particular jutsu. He wasn’t a pyro himself—he’d much rather be the shining beacon of awesomeness than create one, but he’d be damned if it wasn’t hella fun.
…And no, that did not mean he wanted to be set on fire again. That was another metaphor.
“Goddamn metaphors,” Shuniji grunted as he made another set of hand signs.
1,029/1,800; Trained towards B-Rank Water Release: Black Rain Technique Mood: Mischievous
Status: Arson Training
Thoughts: "This smells awful..." 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: Mon Jan 31, 2011 11:03 pm
 TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : Back to work
Mood : Relieved
Demon Count : ?/9
The feeling of the lack of weight that Tatsuya was carrying around was somewhat unnerving, granted he liked not being bogged down by the lizard but it felt weird, like the sort of feeling when you were walking over a fan. He felt lighter, though, it wasn't really him losing weight, it was more like his leg muscles had been worked up substantially enough that without the lizard it just felt awkward. Though, it did make jumping through the trees that much easier. Seemingly to prove to himself he leaped onto a branch above his head and without missing a step he bounded forward to the next branch and then the next, and so on. "A-Aoiro, what do you think this mission will be like?" The boy asked, hoping for some small talk between himself and his little friend. However, the lizard spoke only one word, "Crazy." That didn't sound good at all.
Hopefully Aoiro was wrong, Tatsuya didn't want any sort of massive conflict, hopefully the plans would go without a hitch. Then maybe he could get some more intense training in, the lack of anything lately had made him slightly rusty, and if they were on the brink of war he would have to be at his peak if he planned on living. That sounded like a good idea.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:48 pm
TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : Back to work
Mood : I'm not sick, but I'm not well.
Demon Count : ?/9
There was a weightless flow in the way that Tatsuya bounded from tree to tree, and a carefree smile plastered over his face. It had been a while since he was able to spread his wings figuratively, being on a team with Denrei and Ren tended to drive his spirits straight into the ground. It wasn't like they were bad people by any means, it was just that they fell from the same branch, while Tatsuya came from a complete different orchard. "WATCH OUT!" Aoiro called out, pulling the chunin out of his mental state just in time for him to watch himself jump headlong into the trunk of a massive tree, or he would have had the lizard not jump up and knock him out of the way.
"Th-Thanks Aoiro..." Tatsuya answered to the lizard as he caught himself on the branch next to the trunk and continued on. He needed to pay attention better, or he wouldn't even get to his new leader or his new mission. Which, needless to say would be more than disappointing. Then silence, the only sound that filled the air was the thuds and knocking of the boy's feet landing and jumping from branch to branch. What if Saru Sarutobi was as bad as Denrei or Ren? What if he was even meaner?! The image of a large man picking up Tatsuya with one hand and snapping him like a twig flooded into Tatsuya's mind, and frankly nearly shattered it. Hopefully this wasn't going to be a COMPLETE disaster.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 4:29 pm
Just beyond the nearest clearing, a vista opened up before him. Down below was a long caravan of carriages and laborers. They where being escorted by about a dozen ninja garbed in white with purple headbands emblazoned with the Uzumaki Alliance spiral. They where still a good distance off, but they where at least in visual range now.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 6:49 pm
TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : Back to work
Mood : I'm not sick, but I'm not well.
Demon Count : ?/9
As Tatsuya bounded off his tree the view of the caravan came into his focus, and even though he couldn't see exactly where they were from he could only assume they were the group that Buchi-mon mentioned. With his best foot forward the boy quickly made his way directly towards the group, being sure that his headband was clearly visible so that his place in the Uzumaki Alliance would be known, he'd rather not create a scene the very moment he met his new leader. In the matter of minutes Tatsuya found himself walking among the caravan asking a single question, "U-umm, I-I'm looking for Saru Sarutobi, where can I find him?" The boy asked the first Udai member he came across.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:03 pm
With a slight degree of recognition, the ninja pointed to the front of the convoy. At the head was a large wooden cart, perhaps carrying a person of great status. Despite the distance Tatsuya was from the head cart (about 25-50 carts in length) he could pick out a form sitting cross-legged atop it.
His face was firm and set with a scowl as the small pipe bobbed with the bounce of the cart.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:58 pm
TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : Back to work
Mood : I'm not sick, but I'm not well.
Demon Count : ?/9
Th-That was his new leader? He looked so... awesome! Granted it was from a distance, but Tatsuya could see some unusual features about the man. "Th-thank you!" The boy thanked the ninja that supplied him with the valuable insight while ducking his head down into a bow. Though, it looked as though the man had left after he informed Tatsuya, which was very understandable once he thought about just why they were all there. They were on a mission, and the fact that he even took the short time to help the boy out probably made a small liability. Either way, the boy made his way quickly to the front of the caravan, trying desperately to reach Saru despite the fact that the caravan was moving. "S-Saru Sarutobi?" The boy said between breaths while he walked alongside the largest carriage that the man was fixated on, hopefully he wasn't interrupting something.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:26 pm
With a displeased cut little aside to the boy, he gave a slight scoff,
"Yer the one Denrei rang about... she doesn't speak highly of you."
The thin pipe shifted to the other side of his mouth.
"But I'm not a man who judges people on stories. Only on action. If you can pull your weight- I got no problem with you. If you lag behind, you hurt the group. I care greatly for each and every man who serves under me so I can't let anyone falter. If you do- I'll be the one picking up the slack."
He refolded his arms and turned to look strait ahead.
"Yer not gonna lag behind are ya? I run a very tight ship kid."
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:52 pm
TATSUYA MIYAKI Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen. GPS : Back to work
Mood : At ease.
Demon Count : ?/9
"I-I'll pull my weight!" The boy squeaked out in his most confident voice, if he was going to be of use to the man then he needed to be confident. At least one thing was answered, the man wasn't "worse" than Denrei, he seemed like the sort of man that he didn't care to follow. The aura about him seemed to put him at ease, like he knew the man would respect him so long as he deserved it, which was much more than what he had assessed from Denrei. "W-where do you want me?" The boy asked, trying to show that he wanted to help, heck, even Aoiro walked in the best posture he could muster.
Now that he thought about it, the man looked very unusual, was his appearance due to a jutsu of some sort? Or was he just naturally that hairy? Well, one thing was for sure, Tatsuya wasn't about to ask him about it, if he needed to know the man would tell him, or he would find out if/when they went into battle. If that was the case he hoped he would never find out about the ape-man's true nature.
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 7:36 am
If an gaze could tussle you hair, Saru's would have.
"We are shy sensors kid. Go ahead one-hundred and twenty paces and give us a presence ahead of the convoy. If you can stay out of the lime-light, that would probably be better. A scout is of no use if they get seen!"
As he spoke, he pointed proudly out down the forest path ahead. The trees where about to get thicker again. Saru knew the forest rather well, he'd grown up here after all...
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 12:19 pm
Junk Ninja Garage
♠ Shuniji FukuAre you ugly?
“Sh-s**t! NOT ANOTHER JACKET!!” Shuniji flailed about awkwardly to douse the small flames that had erupted on his left sleeve. Thankfully, he managed to smother it in the dirt before the flaming oil seeped much further into the fabric.
He sure as hell wasn’t going to toss his clothing into the lake, which was now thoroughly coated in various consistencies of oil, thanks to Shuniji’s admirably thorough testing.
Shuniji sighed in relief when he inspected the damage. His coat was narrowly spared yet another fiery death. There was only so much pink fabric in the world—even in Sound Village, which Shuniji noted, was fairly colorful.
“I should really invest in some fire-retardant clothing… I’m pretty sure the stuff I’m wearing now just releases carcinogens when it burns…”
Then again, Shuniji wasn’t in the mood to spend his hard-earned (and admittedly lacking) salary on quality fabric when his clothing had the tendency to, you know, spontaneously combust every other week.
Decidedly resigned to his karmic fashion misfortunes, Shuniji took another crack at the Black Rain Technique. The actual, physical process, Shuniji had learned, wasn’t really that difficult. Lots of ninja moved water around every day for basic jutsu. It was figuring out the proper balance of water and chakra that was the tricky part. Shuniji was having difficulties getting the consistencies straight. Either the oil ended up too watery and burned like a wet blanket or sludge-like, where it was sticky and difficult to control. That, and there was such a high concentration of chakra that the compound exploded instantly when hit with a spark.
That was how Shuniji ended up with his shirt on fire again, actually.
“Better to go too big than too small,” he muttered as his most recent attempt ended in yet another watery puddle. He thought for a moment what effect his training would have on the environment in what was once a rather picturesque clearing. He then proceeded to stop caring after roughly two minutes of concern. He had bigger fish to fry.
He chuckled at his appropriate turn of phrase.
Shuniji was just about to start another round of training, though, when a soft sound caught his attention. After he’d frightened pretty much all of the wildlife away hours ago with his megaphone-enhanced exclamations and general “Shunijiness,” the forest had been completely silent (again, save for Shuniji). Now there were noises—and not those of animals.
Shuniji’s arms hung limply at his sides as he shifted seamlessly into his professional persona. This was important. The voices were obviously coming towards him from a ways away. The key word, however, was voices. Shuniji would have been perfectly fine with one or two travelers. He was looking for someone who lived here, after all, but this… this sounded like way too many people to not be an organized group. Sure, it could have just been a caravan of nomads or some merchants, but Shuniji wasn’t about to take any chances. Any ninja among this group would be a threat to him and his mission. Sure, the chances of someone recognizing him were slim, but a lone Sound ninja polluting the environment and setting fire to the landscape of the Fire Country Forest was generally unwelcome anywhere.
Shuniji struggled with his need to quickly find a hiding place and his inherent need to be near other people. He reluctantly made to leave. He couldn’t risk getting caught before he could even find the Immortal. Then again, if this group had sensor ninja, he was pretty much screwed already. These people were already close enough that he could tell they were carrying carts.
Wait… Had he wandered that close to the Leaf Village? Shuniji put two-and-two together to figure this caravan was headed off to go help with the reconstruction of Konohagakure. The destruction of Leaf seemed to happen biannually, but Shuniji had still heard of this particular occurrence through the grapevine, though the specific “whos” and “whys” were still fuzzy.
“Tch-!” Damn, he was getting distracted! Shuniji turned to make a run for it, headed in a direction perpendicular to the caravan so he could put some distance between himself and them. However, at the opposite edge of the clearing, he took a brief minute to pause and try something out.
“Tiger, snake, tiger,” Shuniji recited softly, purposefully. The fear-based adrenaline rush that accompanied the threat of discovery was just the thing he needed to give him a proper shove in the right direction with his training.
…That was something he missed about the long days of training back in Sound Village. You learn faster when someone’s trying to punch you in the face.
“WATER RELEASE: BLACK RAIN TECHNIQUE!”
Water bulged up from the center of the lake, piercing the coating of oil that blanketed its surface. It immediately fizzled out into a fine mist, which billowed up into the air where it turned a deep black.
Shuniji’s eyes narrowed, pleasure obscured by concentration, as he leaped backwards out of the way and into the forest.
The cloud rained a thick, even shower of black, inky liquid onto the scenery. Shuniji knew if these people headed his way were at all interested in rogue ninja, they’d come this direction whether he tried to cover his tracks or not. The least he could do would be to leave them an obstacle to buy him time.
Shuniji made a clone as his last act for the day. He was starting to get really tired...
916 + 1,029 = 1,945/1,800; B-Rank Water Release: Black Rain Technique Learned! Mood: On-edge
Status: Running
Thoughts: "This had better work..." 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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