★ ▌Well, that was unexpected. Tsubaki took the lead, heading to the door and opened it, gesturing for Hiro to exit. Unexpected. Hiro quirked his eyebrow and took the hint. He walked out, glancing over to Tsubaki. murmuring under his breath. That's supposed to be Hiro's line. Oh well, he'll let it pass for now as they went out the door.
★ ▌A push of the heavy metal door opened the smoky twinge of coal burning in the furnace into Hiro's nose as he pulled the remaining load of charcoal into the building. The wheels of the cart sounded off as it rolled over the bump of the entryway. The heavy metal door scraped the edge of the cart, letting off a rough echo into the otherwise quiet front room. Hiro pulled it over to the counter, setting it in line with the back edge leading into the furnace room.
"Back with the charcoal!" Hiro shouted. Isao was nowhere in immediate sight. Hopefully the store wasn't closed down for the day, with the door still unlocked.
Isao stood from his perch beside the forge, holding a shovel to steady himself as he went to stand. He smiled and looked to the young worker that had made the trip and back with the charcoal. Smiling he waved a hand, inviting the young boy over to the forge with the cart. He then pointed to a hollow underneath the mouth of the forge, where a few pieces of charcoal sat, and many shovel marks marred the floor.
"Tip the cart over right here, I'll shuffle the coal underneath the forge for future use." Isao said, shoveling the last of the coal out from under the forge directly into the flames, overtop of a sword blade in the working.
NightshadeV1
Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 1:43 pm
【Hiro Tanaka≎Genin≎Kohonagakure】 Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Standing in front of Kazuhiro Isao beside the forge. _ Ｃｈａｋｒａ: 150 / 150 _ Ｓｔａｍｉｎａ: 150 / 150
★ ▌A faint glow from inside the back room was overlain in shadow as the behemoth Kazuhiro Isao stood tall. Hiro caught the sight, the giant bathed in an orange glow was equal parts nostalgic and terrifying. For a moment, he was taken back to times as a child catching glimpses of the hideous shadows the flames cast across his father during long nights in the shop. Unthinkingly, the hand left on the handle of the pushcart gripped the steel tighter and tighter; bleach whites in his knuckles left hidden in the darkness.
On the big man's signal, Hiro did as was told by the gesture. He pulled the cart around the counter, its wheels screeching softly on the turn. Hiro turned and gripped the cart with both hands, shifting it to fit into the entryway as he rolled it through. He looked over to Kazuhiro, pointing down with his shovel to a pitted out hollow spot where the remains of the forge's last coal sat. His instructions were simple to Hiro. The coal goes there. The procedure though, not so much. With an orange glow from the forge's embers cast on the cart, Isao could see the charcoal had been bagged for the smith's delivery by Sai Senju.
"Uh..." Hiro groaned out. That's when he remembered the training kunai picked up from the Hokage's office. He still had it in his pant pocket. Yeah, that should work. Hopefully. "All right," Hiro uttered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the knife, gripping it tight as he slammed it down into the top of the first bag, piercing the thin burlap. Even with a blunt tip, it was still good enough to penetrate. He did this with the tops of every bag, piercing and then tearing a fair-sized opening with each. He pocketed the knife and grabbed the first bag, turning it upside down as the charcoal fell down into the pit, falling with crumbling thuds onto floor. Hiro discarded the bag, setting it down onto the floor behind the cart and grabbed the second of about sixteen bags.
One after the other, Hiro brought a bag over and dropped its contents, building a good pile of Senju wood charcoal in front of Kazuhiro Isao. Each time, the bags would be stacked in a loose pile off to the side. Finally, the last bag of charcoal was in his hand. Hiro brought it over and like the others, he dumped the pile out onto the floor. At the end, the pile of coal stood just above Hiro's knees.
"That should do it, Sir. Is there anything else I can assist you with tonight?" Hiro asked, looking up at the shadowed Isao. He reached up to scratch his eyebrow with the back of his thumb. A bead of sweat collected and wiped off with it, despite the cold of the night.
★ ▌Silent were the two in the furnace room. The only sounds heard coming from the burning coals forging the weapon inside. After a long pause, Hiro took the silence as a negative in work. "All right, then. Gotta return this." Hiro stacked up the sacks onto the cart and got behind it, pushing it back through to the front of the shop. He made a quick turn past the counter, stopping at the door to pull it open. Once open enough to get the cart out, he pulled the cart through the opening as the night air surrounded him. Soon, he was out the door heading back to the Winding Crown.
Making her way into the shop Tsuki bowed to the blacksmith and began the excessively long process of not only placing orders for him to repair her Daisho but the completion of a second katana as well. On top of that she also placed an order for a set of Tosei-gusoku. Despite the intricacies involved in properly ordering a blade to be used in combat the process for ordering her armor was much longer a he had to get all of her measurements. Once it was all said and done she smiled, paid the man, and headed out.
Chakra Steel Weapon: Small [x1] < 700 Ryo > A small weapon that is capable of holding the user's chakra effects within its frame.
Chakra Steel Weapon: Medium [x2] < 1800 Ryo > A medium weapon that is capable of holding the user's chakra effects within its frame.
Tosei-gusoku [x1] < 1500 Ryo > Traditional samurai armor. Very strong against Bukijutsu and Taijutsu attacks, but has brittle joints and is very heavy.
Theme Song-Sabat ★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★ First to arrive it seemed. He wondered what the others had gotten themselves into. Nakicho was of course the ever punctual individual. Being late was never something he classified as beautiful. What was beautiful however, was the woman in his company. She was a Chunin of the sensory profession. He had recruited her solely for the purpose of monitoring the area for potential dangers and threats. She was not to be confused for the unknown sensors who were Anbu. He recruited this girl as a precautionary measure. Nakicho had already gathered an idea of what he wished to do but to execute it would require at least two of the three individuals to show up. The self proclaimed man of gallantry decided to open up with something smooth on the lovely dame that had accompanied him..she looked nineteen? Certainly with that sporting rack she had that had to have been the case. "So darling come here often? Have you been doing this for awhile?" The girl shied away "A few times yes but I'm still worried. I don't know why we're on a medium level alert." "Ahahaha worry not my flower among the leaves you will certainly be in the hands of the leafs most competent nin!"
Nakicho provided the sensor girl with uncertain reassurances. However, he spoke these reassurances in such a way that made them sound genuine. The words seemed to comfort her. Hopefully these individuals who were to arrive would not fail to impress. A newly acquired brooch glimmered on his jacket. Nakicho would ponder as he stood atop the roof looking down for the individuals destined to gather. They were all versed in the blade as he had been told. To believe he would be in charge of such...such...youths with amazing taste!
It was a strategic location to be sure. This place, known as the..what was it? Brass Knuckle? No Gauntlet! Yes that was it, should they even become a target for attack the local purveyor of the store certainly wouldn't mind lending some wares if his life was at stake. It was as if they had an arsenal available at their fingertips! Yes he had it arranged. "You break it you but it." Words remembered of the current clerk he spoke to before he stationed himself on the roof. A deal of sorts allowing the nin that he would be monitoring to borrow wares complimenting them and their styles should they lack it. Minus consumables of course.
It was a clear day. The wind blew. The freshness of the air enhanced by the tweeting of birds. It hardly felt like a day to be in an alert status. However, this was the nature of the beast. The man stayed standing proud stoically or...heroically next to the buxom sensor next to him. It then occurred to him he hadn't gotten her name! How ungentlemanly of him! Nay! Unheroic! "Ah yes, I had almost forgotten what is you name my stunning blossom!" He wouldn't look at the woman directly, she blushed, Nakicho's focus was centered below him. "Uh! Shinobu Umiwase! Turning 17 this december sir!" The man's heart sank. Seventeen huh. What, did the Konohagakure nin have rapid adolescent development going for them? He tried not to mull about it too much. That this seventeen year old was a chunin...bah. "Is something wrong?" He'd jump at the question as if being caught of guard. Nakicho would respond with a half hearted smile and laugh to disguise his inner turmoils. "Ahahahaha! Of course not! Why ever would you think that! AHAHAHAHA!" His laughter intensified. The girl named Shinobu took one large step to the left to escape the awkwardness.
❀ C H A K R A ┆ 315/315x❀ S T A M I N A ┆315/315x❀ A C ┆ 2300x❀ R Y O ┆ 2750xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┆ ❀ Bukijutsu Specialist ┆ ❀ Oba-san ┆ ❀ Fuuton / Doton ┆ ❀ D-ranked Genin ┆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
P a s s i v e s : : > Honzon Sutansu [Idol Stance]:Nakichō's style of combat revolves around garnering attention. To do so Nakichō developed the Honzon Sutansu. The Idol stance suppresses pain entirely through will power and false bravado showing complete control over one's mental state of mind. Any pain caused by C rank or lower skills is completely suppressed for the duration of the stance. Suppressing pain caused by a higher ranking skill would require that skills rank in chakra to be expended. I.e B rank requires expenditure of B rank Chakra. While the stance has no sustain cost it ends if the users mental state is compromised and not countered (Genjutsu). Honzon Sutansu Can be used to counteract Genjutsu with sheer Narcissism expending the Genjutsu's rank in Chakra costing a rank higher than a typical Kai. > > >
★ ▌A night's rest was anything but for the handyman Hiro Tanaka. No, what followed a bath to relax the muscles turned into an exercise in futility trying to relocate his shoulder joint back into socket. He was used to having to fix objects. Bodies, on the other hand, was much more foreign, and much more painful. Yet after a few painful struggles which the neighbors were sure to wonder about extracurricular activities of torture or sadomasochism, Hiro was able to manage to pop the sucker back into place. What proceeded was a less than gentle blend of exhaustion and shock paralysis, which he fell hard, fast, and deep into slumber.
If only such a sleep could happen without the abysmal pain.
No matter, he was up and about within fifteen minutes of first light, tossing on a pair of his work jeans and a shirt, before pocketing a pair of missives still needing to be sent up to the Hokage's office, and of course, somebody's missing training kunai. A brisk chill hit him as he exited the apartment and walked through the streets toward the Gauntlet. The notification of alert came the previous night during training at the Dojo; one training session which Hiro quickly regretted attending. Curse his insatiable work ethic. But that was then, this it today. Today, Hiro had an assignment, in meeting a group back at the Brass Gauntlet, or as his father used to call, "the daily grind." A typical Tanaka senior joke, for the son of a blacksmith knew the entendre well.
Coming around the corner with the Gauntlet in sight, a flock of birds tweeted along the windy path. Perhaps last night was the last big chill before the spring began to set anew the circle of life. The best part about spring for a man like Hiro Tanaka, more work. Unfortunately that also meant more activity by the neighboring lands. In the distance, an booming sound of laughter rang in the gentle breeze. Hiro could see a pair standing on the roof of the gauntlet, not so subtly clashing with the steel bracket frame. Brow furrowed, he listened with intent up ahead. What sounded off for the residents of the area to hear was, in a word, pathetic.
A bad part of spring's circle of life: any jackass or tool sees himself as a Lothario. Exhibit A stood on the roof in front of Hiro. His brazen attitude coupled with flowery vernacular which was spoken with enough vigor to turn heads around to him on the street only served to make whoever this douche bag was even more of a fool. From the outside looking in, it was as if the guy had no care about the tact, taste, and humility for whoever his currently-targeted object of affection was in the moment. This made Hiro inwardly shudder.
Hiro hoped like hell he wouldn't have to handle this horrible Romeo for too long.
- Approaching the Brass Gauntlet, Teksuyo would see a kunoichi fleeing and side stepped to get out of her way on exiting the scene and that's when he turned the corner he assumed the reason for this was because of some petty thugs doing, so he'd pick up his pace and grab hold of his wakizashi's hilt. When Tekki turned the corner he'd only see Hiro at the enterance of the Brass Gauntlet, which was weird to Tekki because Nakicho was first to leave and had gotten away from him due to Teksuyo's trademark strolling pace. Hiro stood next to no one, so he wasn't the last one to show up to the meeting area. "What was wrong with her?" He asked as he approached his squad member attempting to shake hands with the guy. Analyzing him a little more, he was a little older than most genin and thoughts of beating this dude into dust in a battle flooded his mind; he would have bragging rights cause he beat up a grown man. He snapped back into reality and took a look around, it felt like someone else was watching them.
Teksuyo took a look up finally after taking cursory glances in every other direction and spotted Nakicho, who was eccentric to him but in a good way, Tekki did get a few good laughs out of watching the guy back at the dojo. Teksyo looked at Nakicho and saw his Chuunin Flak Jacket and sword poking from behind him. He looked a little older than him... Well much older than him and he guessed that was because of the fact that he's chuunin, or at least it seemed that way. Tekki got the urge to fight against him because he couldnt train at the dojo."Soo Nakicho, was it? Here's the deal... I didn't get to train at all while I was at the dojo and if we were to go on a mission I'd be pretty under equipped.. So whaddya say, why dont you jump down here and spar with me?" He suggested and waited for an answer and smirking whilst grabbing hold of his blade. "I mean we probably have a little more time before the others show up." H stated in order to reinforce his offer.
Ryo : 0 | AC : 500
Weapons:Wakizashi
Items: x8 Shuriken x6 Kunai
Justu:
▬▬┤|N i n j u t s u Maruton: {Start with the following six only} • Henge no Jutsu [ Transformation Technique ] • Kawarimi no Jutsu [ Substitution Technique ] • Bushin no Jutsu [ Clone Technique ] • Suimen Hokou no Waza [ Act of Water Surface Walking ] • Kinobori no Waza [ Act of Tree Climbing ] • Kai [ Release ]
Raiton • Nagare Tensou no Jutsu [ Current Transfer Technique ]
Suiton • Mizu Tate no Jutsu [ Water Shield Technique ]
Fuuton • Tobidougu Soujuu no Jutsu [ Projectile Control Technique ]
Ranton •
▬▬┤|G e n j u t s u • ▬▬┤|T a i j u t s u
• {Stage progression / techniques learned} ▬▬┤|B u k i j u t s u
{Hagane no Shunkan} •_S t a g e O n e [ E ] Basic Stab Rank: X :: Trained As E Description: A thrust with the blade of the weapon. In addition to mildly increasing the strength of the blow, this allows the blade to be retrieved more swiftly. This strike is treated as complex when interacting with other techniques. {Sobagai Deba Sentou} • Offensive Style: Artless Draw Practice :: Rank D The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash.
Mission:
Busy: Engaging Fight With Other Genin
NecroPlant
NightshadeV1
Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 12:34 pm
Theme Song-Sabat ★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★ "Ahaha such vigor and youth! An you the silent one! You must be either be Hiro or Nishimoto correct? Wonderful!" He was purely basing the grey haired boys name from sheer assumption. The eccentric man would look at the sensor girl he hired. It would be determined whether she picked up the Anbu monitoring them. One could never be too careful in a state of alert. He found his recruitment of the girl an intelligible one, hopefully the shadows agreed, but they'd no doubt perhaps have to silence her somehow so as not to signal their potential to being watched after and when they arrived. The man named Nakicho however would leap off the roof of the brass knuckle...er gauntlet, leaving the sensor girl with the tactical high ground. He'd perform an eloquent back flip and some spins rivaling that of a professional ice skaters.
Upon landing it was clear the man seemed physically capable of vigorous combat if his earlier showboating wasn't all for show. He would remove two brooches from his inner pocket wedging them between his fingers, their images obscured by their reflections beaming off of them, he'd then toss these little pieces of metal to both Hiro and Teksuyo in a manner not unlike throwing shuriken or senbon. A simple test of reflexes, it was just the art of catching after all and he wasn't throwing them with the intent to do harm. After all if these were truly children who wished to practice the art of blade good reflexes should be one of the first things honed. "Before any indulgences in regards to combat on my part I'll need you two viril youths to put those on."
Nakicho would then proceed to cross his arms and explain the following exercise. "We are to await the arrival of our third and then the Anbu to give us further instructions until then I see no harm in first seeing what I'm working with. Let us begin with introductions, Nakicho Genshukuna...BEGIN! Ahahahaha." The man would then execute another amazing backflip before landing on something as a ballast to return him to the roof. He then spoke from above to inform them what he meant with his sudden outburst of begin. "Your goal is to obtain your squad mates brooches, using whatever means you deem necessary without overwhelming force that would otherwise cause serious injury. Once our third arrives he shall join you!" The sensory girl was still on the roof partially hiding. Nakicho would make her appearance more known by pushing her in the direction where her cute appearance could be viewed by the Genin. "I promised Shinobu here she is in the hands of the leafs most competent nin! I would hate to disappoint her, wouldn't you!?" ((OoC: You can decide what your brooch looks like as per why I made the reflection obscure their appearance.))
❀ C H A K R A ┆ 315/315x❀ S T A M I N A ┆315/315x❀ A C ┆ 2300x❀ R Y O ┆ 2750xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┆ ❀ Bukijutsu Specialist ┆ ❀ Oba-san ┆ ❀ Fuuton / Doton ┆ ❀ D-ranked Genin ┆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
P a s s i v e s : : > Honzon Sutansu [Idol Stance]:Nakichō's style of combat revolves around garnering attention. To do so Nakichō developed the Honzon Sutansu. The Idol stance suppresses pain entirely through will power and false bravado showing complete control over one's mental state of mind. Any pain caused by C rank or lower skills is completely suppressed for the duration of the stance. Suppressing pain caused by a higher ranking skill would require that skills rank in chakra to be expended. I.e B rank requires expenditure of B rank Chakra. While the stance has no sustain cost it ends if the users mental state is compromised and not countered (Genjutsu). Honzon Sutansu Can be used to counteract Genjutsu with sheer Narcissism expending the Genjutsu's rank in Chakra costing a rank higher than a typical Kai. > > >
★ ▌Just past daybreak and Hiro could already tell today was going to be one of those days...
Choosing to ignore the nuisance that was the failed Prince Charming of the Gauntlet Rooftop, Hiro finally reached the entrance to the smith's shop. He pondered a moment about whether he should wait inside or not. Instead, considering by last night's tone in the Dojo he'd have to deal with Don Juan Cajones anyway, he might as well wait outside. So rather than entering, the handyman popped a squat beside the entrance, leaning his back against the steel brackets that made up the smithing exterior border. The cold steel of the brisk morning sent a subtle chill through Hiro's spine. A good chill. It made his shoulder feel a little better.
That chill soon was interrupted by a white-haired boy. The same little brat Hiro asked about the announcement that was shouted from the loudspeakers of the village last night. Hiro glanced over, quirking an eyebrow at the question the kid raised. He saw the boy extend his hand, but none would be extended in return. "Wrong with who?" Hiro questioned, not sure of the specifics to which he referred. Instead of an answer, the little brat looked around like a hyperactive child. Hiro could only shake his head at the lack of attention for the boy.
Still, the punk had spirit. Whether it was spirit ready to the grave, or just the innocence of youth would be determined soon enough. He shouted to the wannabe playboy up on the roof once he caught sight, calling him out by name. Nakicho. Right away, the brat decided to challenge him to a fight. It gave way to another inward groan. One that may or may not have escaped his throat. This was followed by a bellowing laughter from the rooftops that by this point had become the lecherous chuunin's trademark. Even Hiro looked up, or rather, squinted up to see him. This guy chose to backflip from the rooftop, with a few corkscrew twists just for shits and giggles. Hell, the only thing missing from this pathetic display of athletic ability was the douche finishing with a superhero landing. Maybe he did it one too many times, and realized how much it hurts the goddamn knees.
Flamboyant from start to finish, this man was the epitome of a caricature. Even as he reached into his chest and pulled out a pair of identical items, tossing them similarly to shuriken practice. One hit Hiro in his stomach, bouncing down to the concrete sidewalk. "The ********, dude!" A gentle furrow in his brow accentuated his bewilderment. Only after the elder gave instruction did any of his actions make an iota of sense. Already, Hiro could tell this jackoff was the kind who stabbed first, asked questions later. Not exactly a great way to lead, at least from what Hiro thought.
With an audible groan, Tanaka reached down and picked up the piece tossed at him. It was a rather shoddy-looking piece of jewelry, with the leaf village insignia in deorated gems. It reminded him of something his mother might have worn if she decided to make an appearance in the village. Gaudy, tacky. He looked up from the brooch, to the supposed leader of this farce. Instead of attaching it, Hiro pocketed the item in the same pocket of his jeans as the training kunai. He wasn't much for taking senseless orders, nor was he for making showboating first impressions. So when the man before he and Teksuyo demanded introductions, Hiro Tanaka responded in only a truly Hiro Tanaka way.
"Pass."
Truly, he was the execution of eloquent excellence. He returned to a squat position, leaning back against the exterior wall of the Gauntlet. So far, nothing of substance had been said. Nothing of importance beyond the elder giving an introduction, and even that was after a lot of lead-up. Talk about indulgences. Then, of course, the sudden order of the entire purpose of those damn brooches. Lovely, a search and seizure. Not to mention ending his little monologue with another boast. Why should any of them give two lowly ******** about impressing somebody on this glorified whack-a-mole's behalf? Sorry. Not Hiro's style.
Ｍｏｏｄ: Downright Disgruntled _ Ｔｅｃｈｎｉｑｕｅｓ Ｕｓｅｄ: Is sardonicism a technique? I could've sworn it was. _ Ｐｒｏｆｉｌｅ: To Hiro Ｏｕｔ Ｏｆ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ: I know what you're thinking. And I completely disagree.
Well, it seems that Hiroshi was walking into a rather lively group. It was his first time visiting The Brass Gauntlet, and he had to say that the place itself stood out from the other buildings around. Maybe it was a different material, but the light just seemed to reflect in a different way. Well either that or the man standing on the rooftop was spouting enough flamboyancy to light up the entire structure. "Dearest, it was a night that in its darkness rocked Orion’s stars; a sighing wind ran faintly white along the willows, and the cedar boughs aid their wide hands in stealthy peace across the starry silence of their antique moss: No sound save rushing air. Cold, yet all sweet with Spring, And in thy mother’s arms, couched weeping there, thou, lovely thing." The boy murmured another bout of poetry, making sure that his mind remained at work, and he was more than attentive enough to handle any conversation he may have fluently.
As he made his approach, the white haired man jumped down from the roof with Kentaro just close enough to catch what he was saying. Well actually, that wasn't true. The man was talking so loud and obnoxiously that he could probably be heard from a few blocks away. Some people had the must...amusing perspectives on the world around them. Apparently the white haired older man was the outgoing optimist, the charmer, the protagonist of children's tales. When he was actually within range to be heard himself, he noticed the upbeat male toss brooches to the other members of his newly made team and call up a training exercise. With that, he jumped back onto the roof in an impressive acrobatic display while Kentaro reached them.
"Hey, I'm here. Might as well include me too. I'm Nishimoto Kentaro, a Bukijutsu duelist and Shoton user." He said, offering a feint smile. But hey, it was a sincere one, and that counted for something. After the boredom that ensued in the training dojo, he was more than willing to engage in some kind of training that would better him. As long as they had the freedom to learn what they wanted and fight how they preferred, he was down for it. When Hiro passed on the exercise, Kentaro would audibly scoff in response. "You don't think it'd be best to get some training of any sort in before obtaining something from an ANBU? You're either clueless, mental, or you're scared of getting slammed on your a** again." He said, making a nod to his predicament from earlier. How could anyone not turn around to see a situation after hearing a crack like that? His shoulder got plenty of attention.
His small smile grew into a wider grin then as he gave a shake of his head. "I'm kidding. But on a serious note, you should look to get stronger whenever you can so that you don't end up being unprepared." Kentaro would say with a bit less cheekiness in his tone. He was a bit socially awkward and not great at joking around, but somewhere deep in his subconscious he hoped that he hadn't offended the working class man.
Two ANBU, one wearing a bear mask, the other wearing a Cat mask exit from the front door of the Brass Gauntlet, eyes set upon the group of genin that had gathered. The Cat would raise a hand and smack the Bear's shoulder with the back of his hand, then pointing to Nakicho and making a motion as if he were laughing. The bear shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the young man who had just laid down some rather decent wisdom. The Cat's response was to nod and make a hand gesture.
The bear slowly inspected each of them, his larger frame noticeably shifting as he watched the group from physical perspective. He then pointed to Hiro and Teksuyo. The Cat cast them a glance, then shook his head, pointing to Teksuyo and shaking his head even harder. The Bear nodded.
"Hokage's orders were for us to make decisions based on gathered information and team dynamic. Officially I have passed on the word that your squad is on training duty. This regards to both your jutsu and physical trainings, as well as learning each other as a team. However, as you have managed to meet up and begin that process, we will give you this missive to turn in at the Message Board. Your next mission is to decide upon a place to train and carry out doing such." The Bear spoke, handing out the missives, as the Cat remained with his arms across his chest, cold calculating eyes set on the boy who had spoken out against Nakicho's tactics and grandstanding.
"Nishimoto. Seems Cat here has taken an interest in you. Keep up your practical thoughts, and never be afraid to question a bad order." The man said as the pair of them turned and headed off.
[ Missives completed ]
Title: Create your squad! Rank: D Information: As a bright and shiny new Genin, you will need a squad to work in! Find members that complement your own strengths, and convince them to join your squad! Make sure to submit your suggestions to your Kage so they can look over your choices and accept or deny them! Solo or Squad: Variable Minimum Posts: None Note: If you are unable to form a squad with the desired number of members, your village leader will let you know if you've failed or passed.
NecroPlant
The Shenpai
Ryshio Saigari
NightshadeV1
Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 2:26 am
Theme Song-Sabat ★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★★·.·´¯`·.·★ ~Fluff~ The flamboyant man was disheartened, it seemed while he found a lively individual heart and spirit in Teksuyo, he would find a dower and dreary juxtaposition in Hiro. Of course he still had yet to know who was who. His assumptions via names would be aided by another voice. One that introduced himself as Nishimoto Kentaro. Finally he had a name. A strong inclination within his soul from earlier would stick to believing the white haired boy was Teksuyo. Using this logic Nakicho would finally be able to draw to the conclusion the seemingly agitated soul would have to be Hiro Tanaka. It made him uncomfortable...or was it disappointed...no no that wasn't the word. Nakicho had mixed feelings from the boys slow reflexes and attitude. He would wince internally, he had naively thought that all nin were passionate, that they carried a fervor in their hearts, and wore their patriotism on their shirts. Perhaps, that was just it, that this thought was a naive one...the aura around the man's blade shifted into one grey and dreary expressive of his inner conflict this boy dealt a number on his confidence and personality for the time being. He was left utterly speechless from his derogatory vernacular. He only prayed this boy wasn't a defeatist.
~Nishimoto~ Nisimoto's words however, had caused the man's attitude to shift slightly, recovering a bit from the impact left by Hiro. Over the sound of his own voice Nakicho would have missed the boys poetic self recital, if he had heard it he would have no doubt joined him. Nakicho found solace in that he would not be tasked with handling two flickering flames. He seemed like a reserved boy, neither brimming with enthusiasm or writing depressing notes. Wait, he recognized him now! He was the boy beneath the tile before his entrance into the Dojo. The one with the saber. A Shoton user? Nakicho was unfamiliar with the Clan, his servitude for the house of Raigyo left him for the most part naive to the amazing capabilities of many a Bloodline user. Still the eccentric Nakicho would have taken a blow to his confidence and as such he would now portray himself as far more reserved.
He descended from the roof. As a normal person would with spaced out leaps and bounds. When the distance between them was roughly five or so feet he'd toss him an easily catched brooch as well. "Your attendance is greatly appreciated Nishimoto and as are your words of wisdom. However, I'd refrain from berating your comrades even in simple jest, after all we'll all be co-operating with each other and becoming the best of friends am I right?" Nakicho would poke fun at Nishimoto's poking fun as he gave him a smile and wink but the man who seemed to be a chunin did so with a much less eccentric and excited tone as he did earlier atop the shop.
~Anbu&Fluff~ It was at this point the Anbu arrived Nakicho would know this ahead of time as the sensor girl he brought with him formed what seemed to be hand gestures. They described a rather simplistic duty and assignment for a situation that seemed far from dire. Training duty? It hardly seemed the time or place, but Nakicho had a loyalty to authority. He'd receive the provided missive and tuck it neatly away for it's future submission. If this was to truly be their assignment Nakicho would offer the sensor he had brought on the roof a string of hand gestures. Two fingers, three, and two again. The girl would nod and leave in a flash of shunsin. Did he even need to take the precautionary measure of bringing a sensor nin with him? Now he felt foolish, and guilty for wasting her time. The fact he was even putting her on reserve also added to that guilt. Of course she wasn't obligated to accompany them. She had done it out of her own pure intentions...he'd be surprised if she came back.
~Hiro~ Nakicho would sigh as the Anbu left. Was he truly cut out to be leader? He'd find out soon enough. The man's flashy escapades and hellishly obnoxious laugh before every sentence was gone now. Replaced with a more stoic if not serious demeanor..like an adult. When he spoke the following it was neither condescending or demeaning but one that placed both these nin on equal ground and it would stay that way unless Hiro would instigate profanities and rudeness in which case a faint trace of little man syndrome would surface in his voice. "I can only assume that you're Hiro yes? I'll be blunt with you. I have done nothing to earn your respect. There is no reasoning as to why you'd follow my orders aside from myself being the higher authority or sheer whimsy. Still, I do hope you're a seeker of opportunities to grow."
~Teksuyo~ Now his attention would return to Teksuyo. Nakicho had wondered if he had caught the brooch with little difficulty or not, hoping to find it pinned or at least on his person. He'd give him a friendly grin and compliment him. "I find your virility and assertion impressive. Your willingness to tackle on things that appear challenging is indeed an admirable trait. So long as you don't replace it with foolhardiness I see a promising future ahead of you! Ah.." He would pat Teksuyo on the back before walking himself to the center of this squad. It seemed he had restrained himself from his trademark laugh. Had Hiro's attitude really affected him so much? Teksuyo would have been the one person to see the man's struggle to maintain appearances and how his emotions seemed easily manipulatable simply based on the expression he gave when restraining himself.
~Everyone~ "We've been given our address. We've been assigned to train. As I am one who enjoys communication among comrades I'd like everyone to voice their opinions. Where does everyone wish to engage in the heated passionate clashing of arms? Once we've reached a consensus, we will convene at said location. I myself would not recommend we remain here, for if we are to truly demonstrate our potentials I fear we would not be able to afford paying the damages. It is after all a place most resedential." Nakicho would blow a cloud of hot air in a sigh before he looked at Hiro and matched eyes with him. "Also, Hiro despite your reservations if your allies outnumber you on my proposed exercise...well, I can only implore that you participate. Unless, of course, you eventually want to be out classed by your fellow peers."
❀ C H A K R A ┆ 315/315x❀ S T A M I N A ┆315/315x❀ A C ┆ 2300x❀ R Y O ┆ 2750xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┆ ❀ Bukijutsu Specialist ┆ ❀ Oba-san ┆ ❀ Fuuton / Doton ┆ ❀ D-ranked Genin ┆xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
P a s s i v e s : : > Honzon Sutansu [Idol Stance]:Nakichō's style of combat revolves around garnering attention. To do so Nakichō developed the Honzon Sutansu. The Idol stance suppresses pain entirely through will power and false bravado showing complete control over one's mental state of mind. Any pain caused by C rank or lower skills is completely suppressed for the duration of the stance. Suppressing pain caused by a higher ranking skill would require that skills rank in chakra to be expended. I.e B rank requires expenditure of B rank Chakra. While the stance has no sustain cost it ends if the users mental state is compromised and not countered (Genjutsu). Honzon Sutansu Can be used to counteract Genjutsu with sheer Narcissism expending the Genjutsu's rank in Chakra costing a rank higher than a typical Kai. > > >
- The brooch was travelling pretty fast, heading straight for the Benin's chest when head simply side step and reach out to grab it, all the while never taking his eyes off of Nakicho. Tekki looks down to see the brooch, which was circular and had the fire calligraphy in the middle (the words on the hokage's estate). He'd look up to see Hiro picking up the brooch from off the floor while he fastened his to his jacket. The genin pounded his fist into his palm and smirked. Teksuyo's nonchalant attitude and demeanor was starting to fade, something about Hiro was making his blood boil just a little; maybe it was the fact that his kind gesture in shaking the kids hand was simply rejected - that to him wasn't how you should treat a comrade. "Well, shall we begin?" After Hiro turned down the spar, Teksuyo would have a vein poking from out the side of his head.. He wasn't able to train back at the dojo and now he wasn't going to train outside of it either? Cool. He'd refrain from walking over to Hiro and attempt to drill him in the stomach because problems would only come from doing that. Teksuyo walked offer to the wall and lean against it, putting his head down, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes. "Suit yourself.."
Practically meditating, Teksuyo's focus would be broken by some footsteps approaching the little group. When he looked up, blue light flooded his eyes and he'd squint a little until his eyes adjusted, and he saw someone he recognized vaguely from the dojo. "That's gotta be Nishimoto." He'd assume because everyone else was here. Nishimoto had introduced himself as a user of weapons and can create crystals using his chakra; this peaked the 14 year old's interest just a little. Teksuyo could only assume that Nishimoto had seen and heard all of that sparring drama that happened a little earlier because he spoke on it, and his points made Tekki nod his head, he felt he'd say the same thing more or less if it weren't for him caring all that much anymore. But Teksuyo would cease nodding his head because of Nishimoto adding a more light hearted feel to them in his next sentence. He'd push off his back and walk over to Nishimoto and greeted him with a smile, feint but it should get the job done. The anbu would walk out of the Gauntlet and trade whispers, and got a little offended when he was pointed at, and the anbu shook his head more than before; it brought on negative connotations. He'd stay quite though, he figured if they hadn't told him what they weren't talking about before why would they tell him after, ya know? But the thoughts of what they were possibly saying was eating at his conscience. After the missives were passed out, Teksuyo tucked it away in his satchel.
It seemed like Nakicho was giving out praise, and he liked his comment on the virility he owned. When he spoke a loud to the group, "The heated clashing of arms is what you call it? Whatever I'm down, like before." Teksuyo would say with his usual uninterested tone of voice. He shot a look at Nishimoto, hoping his answer would be yes, it seems like Teksuyo always wants to test out someone's abilities.
Ryo : 0 | AC : 500
Weapons:Wakizashi
Items: x8 Shuriken x6 Kunai Missive
Justu:
▬▬┤|N i n j u t s u Maruton: {Start with the following six only} • Henge no Jutsu [ Transformation Technique ] • Kawarimi no Jutsu [ Substitution Technique ] • Bushin no Jutsu [ Clone Technique ] • Suimen Hokou no Waza [ Act of Water Surface Walking ] • Kinobori no Waza [ Act of Tree Climbing ] • Kai [ Release ]
Raiton • Nagare Tensou no Jutsu [ Current Transfer Technique ]
Suiton • Mizu Tate no Jutsu [ Water Shield Technique ]
Fuuton • Tobidougu Soujuu no Jutsu [ Projectile Control Technique ]
Ranton •
▬▬┤|G e n j u t s u • ▬▬┤|T a i j u t s u
• {Stage progression / techniques learned} ▬▬┤|B u k i j u t s u
{Hagane no Shunkan} •_S t a g e O n e [ E ] Basic Stab Rank: X :: Trained As E Description: A thrust with the blade of the weapon. In addition to mildly increasing the strength of the blow, this allows the blade to be retrieved more swiftly. This strike is treated as complex when interacting with other techniques. {Sobagai Deba Sentou} • Offensive Style: Artless Draw Practice :: Rank D The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash.
