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(greg, Fen's changing his disguise because he never actually took notice of LT so he couldn't change into him)

(WELL THEN NEXT TIME DONT POST SAYING YOU WERE LT! scream Now I'll just rp how she would've been: A total B#tch!)

Leiko's scowl didnt change at all while she listened to Chihiro's story. "So, your new to the village? Then get a city guard to give you directions! This is a private residence, you know!" Leiko yelled, not wanting to have to deal with showing a person around the village.

Leiko just stared at the poor, pathetic image of a man who had to be at least 5 years older than she was, groveling at her feet for......a tour? Who did this guy think he was? "Alright, listen pal, I dont know who you are, but cut this crap! How old are you, anyway? If your trying to hit on me and thats the best way you can do it, then come in. I've been needing a moving target to destroy if I ever want to master the Raikiri." Leiko said, a malicious grin spreading across her face. But she was serious about the Raikiri part. Ever since Yamatano had shown her up with his Fuuma Mizu Shuriken, Leiko had been practicing nonstop in an effort to stay ahead of the annoying brat. And this guy..........he didnt look TOO fast, so he would be perfect.

Leiko just stared at the guy as if he had begun bleeding pomegranate jam. He had the nerve to walk into her compound, right after she had threatened him! "W-W-WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! I NEVER SAID YOU COULD WALTZ RIGHT INTO MY HOME!!!!!!!" She screamed, an inch away from fulfilling her earlier promise. As a Tokubetsu Jounin level shinobi, she figured she could take on a guy with as little chakra as she was sensing right now.

(Feel free to point out that she, in fact, DID technically invite you in. She's that arrogant. In fact, I looked up names for her, and chose Leiko because it means "Arrogance" in Japanese)

Y a m a t a n o H a t a k e
山田野 はたけ
White Fang of the Mist
Kirigakure no Sato || Suiton || Hatake Bloodline || White Chakra Manipulation|| Snake Summoner
Speed Shinobi Capabilities || Battle Support Specialist || Summoning Specialist

“Those who dare bring harm to my friends, my village, and my way of life…”

xxxxAs Yamatano walked to the gates of the Hatake compound, he was in no way surprised to see that the compound was completely dark, with everyone having gone to the festival. In his younger years, Yamatano had always been the one to race ahead of all the other Hatake as the festival's lights came into view, but since his promotion to chuunin, he had become much more serious in all aspects of his life. Even when the opportunity came to relax, Yamatano found that he was always on edge, wishing that he were doing something else rather than staying idle. "Where have those days gone..." Yamatano mused as he hung up his daggers, removing his battle gear for his luxurious, albiet somewhat plain, ceremonial robes. As his hands moved to the vambraces on his arms which held his hidden blades, Yamatano paused and considered the robes he was about to put on. The robes were long sleeved and white, matching Yamatano's other outfits, and covered his arms completely to his hands. He could continue to wear his blades, even more unnoticed than before, but at the festival.....Yamatano simply shrugged, figuring it would be a good way to practice blending in a crowd with his weapons, and kept both the blades attached as he dressed himself. Of his original uniform, nothing remained, not even the mask, seeing as it was now unneeded. For with his robes came an attachment that Yamatano had only recently put on the outfit: A hood that completely concealed his face from view, making Yamatano completely unrecognizable. Locking the gate behind him, Yamatano made his way to the festival.

“…Must first find out how to get past me.”

Fiercely Loyal || Determined || Protective || Aspiring Oinin

Y a m a t a n o H a t a k e
山田野 はたけ
White Fang of the Mist
Kirigakure no Sato || Suiton || Hatake Bloodline || White Chakra Manipulation|| Snake Summoner
Speed Shinobi Capabilities || Battle Support Specialist || Summoning Specialist

“Those who dare bring harm to my friends, my village, and my way of life…”

xxxxThe door to Yamatano's room flew open as the boy entered, the scowl present on his face when he left the hospital still there. Yamatano quickly changed out of the loose hospital gown into a set of his Kirigakure Battle Armor, grabbed a scarf, and re-attached his horned headband and Hidden Blades, which had been brought back to the compound. Yamatano stared at the blades on his wrists, disappointed that the first blood drawn with them was his own.

"Even with my blades, even with all my jutsu, even with Baselin, I couldn't even put a scratch on Lord Luo.......I'm a joke....." Yamatano thought as he sat on his bed, looking out his open door into the garden. "I mean, what kind of a chuunin am I? If it weren't for Baselin, I would've died from a self-inflicted wound." Yamatano simmered in a quiet anger at himself, for being so weak, for not being prepared, for being next to nothing without his snakes.

Several hours passed, and Yamatano sat in the same spot, still as a statue. The sun had risen once again to find Yamatano in his contemplation. For a full day this continued, with none of the other Hatake able to stir him from his reverie. "I.......must become stronger. But I can't do that here anymore. I need to become stronger on my own."

Yamatano exited his room to the main compound, where his mother and father sat. "Mom, dad, I'm leaving. I don't know when I'll be back." Was all he said as he turned to leave. Before he could go, however, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "I figured you would come to this decision..." came the calm, reassuring voice of Yamatano's father. "Take this with you." A slight weight was added to Yamatano's back as his father hooked a harness around his body, the straps forming an X across his torso. Yamatano reached backward, finding a handle near the back of his neck, pulling on it to reveal the gift he had been given: The White Light Chakra Sabre, most treasured of all Hatake artifacts, and the original weapon of Sakumo Hatake himself. "D-dad......I-I can't take this. The Sabre must stay protected, and-" Yamatano was cut off as his father turned him around. "Son, take it. As our clan head, I say what happens in our clan. And as the next head, you must train with the weapons of our clan. Become strong, and let the Sabre once again be wielded by someone worthy of the title 'White Fang'". No more words were said as Yamatano's father turned back into the house, while Yamatano turned toward the Mizukage's office, his silent thanks echoing within his head with each footstep.

“…Must first find out how to get past me.”

Fiercely Loyal || Determined || Protective || Aspiring Oinin

The sentry at the gate immediately straightened as he recognized the billowing cloak of the Hatake Patriarch striding towards him, catching him slacking off on guard duty. Himura paid the man no mind as he strode past, entering through the arched gateway into his clan's section of Kirigakure.

Even in the moonlight, the beauty of the compound was breathtaking. To the sides of the narrow roads, small ponds were scattered in various areas, each overshadowed by a small Japanese Maple, teeming with Lilypads and Koi. The largest building, set in the center of the compound, was Himura's personal residence, as well as the main garden, meeting hall, and Yamatano's small library, which Himura had opened for clan use. All of this, however, was ignored, as Himura led masaki right, to a small, ordinary looking hut. "First, we will determine what you will learn." Himura said, opening the door.

Within the Hut was the most amazing weapon room Masaki (And many other shinobi) had ever laid eyes on. The clan's alliance with the damascus clan had yielded them many benefits, not the least of which was enough weapons to field a small army. Swords of all sizes, axes, hammers, flails, throwing weapons, staffs, tonfas, Nunchaku, even trench knives lined the walls, filled display cases, and sat on pedestals. Himura Hatake was a renowned weapon master, having mastered every weapon in the room, even having been one of the mist 7 swordsmen before retiring. "No shinobi should be without a weapon." Himura said. "You want to be strong, right? To prevent upstarts from causing problems. This is how you do it." As he spoke, Himura reached for a pedestal in the center of the room, holding a beautiful three foot long katana, Hatake Himura's personal weapon, a blade that had defeated more enemies than Himura wanted to count, well into three digits worth. As he admired his own blade, he awaited Maskai's decision.