Tatakai took the route from Feudal Tokyo to Hidden Katana. The first stop was the grave of Tomoe in Kyoto, where he prayed and then found himself in the Shinobi World, at a point at a crossroads. He then pulled out a map, located the crossroads he was at, and followed the map to the location of Hidden Katana. It was a trip of several days, and each night at camp he practiced the basics before going to bed, keeping up his training to ensure he did not get rusty or out of practice, and that his technique and form did not get sloppy. After days passed without anything interesting happening, he arrived in Hidden Katana. He walked down the streets, looking at the wide range of swords on display. They were the work of masters of the crafting of blades, and it showed in each one. He planned to obtain several here, though he planned to craft them himself, under the guidance of these masters of course. While wandering through the village looking for his sister, he sees a woman around his age and decides to ask her if she has seen his sister. Judging by the clearly well used nature of the blade she wore, she was also a practitioner of the blade.
Tatakai addresses what he now recognizes to be a Miyanari, judging by the crest on the hilt of her sword. “Excuse me, Miyanari-san.” He gives her a slight bow in greeting once he has her attention. “I apologize for bothering you, but I am looking for my little sister. She is your height, with hazel eyes and black hair. She has a face similar to mine, but with rounder features and no glasses. She also wears her hair up, tied with a ribbon. Have you by chance seen anyone matching that description?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2022 10:18 pm
Admittedly ashamed at not knowing where to start, Tomi wandered the streets of Hidden Katan for a while, admiring the work of the various smiths here. She told herself, in her head, that she was deciding which smithy she would use, but truth be told, she knew so little about smithing, she was unable to discern what made one worthwhile. The blades all seemed well-crafted to her. Perfect in every way. All better than the notched training sword she wore at her waist now. In a lot of ways, crafting her new blade was a sort of rite of passage, not one imposed upon her by her peers, but a self-imposed one. She would be an actual warrior, at least in her own mind, when she had a real sword. She would carry this blade for the rest of her life. This decision was an important one.
In her short time training among the Benimaru, she had made more progress than she had expected to in their arts, which was precious little. Indeed, she had found that she had a knack for telekinesis, of all things, something she had never known before her mother’s family had taken her under their collective wing. While the others her age in the clan were capable of near-miraculous feats of psionics, even these little tricks were exciting to Hitomi. She had been so proud of herself the first time she had made a pin move, and had practiced every day alongside her swordsmanship until she was capable of lifting entire bricks with her mind.
In the time she had that wasn’t spend training or studying, she had been working hard on designing her weapon, something she was taking very seriously. She felt it a true waste not to use her newfound telekinesis, and so she had been tinkering with the idea of a liquid metal core, which could be moved toward or away from her hand to favor speed or cutting power, but these designs were still in a very early stage, and she was still brainstorming materials and design points.
Tomi’s mind was so filled with these thoughts that she nearly bumped into someone, a tall shinobi wearing a blade, who immediately greeted her by her surname. For a moment, she wondered how this stranger knew her name, before she remembered the Miyanari crest she bore on her training blade. She bowed in return, as he went on to explain that he was in search for his missing sister, who he began to describe. From his description, except for the eyes, she looked a lot like Hitomi herself. She frowned in sympathy. She had fully intended to begin crafting today, but she was honorbound to help, especially if someone could be in danger.
”I’m afraid I have not seen anyone who looks like that today… But maybe I can help you look?”
The young girl has set herself up a small medical stand out from the outskirts of the village proper. There wasn't much she could do for the dead, but Chiyo did not think that she would have dealt with so many gunshot wounds, and death. This was the bath she walked down through, but as a swordsman and as a medical ninja. She spun a senbon needle between her fingers as she looked through a small chart in her left hand. "So many dead bodies... I wonder what happened here." She twirls the needle between her fingers before tossing it into a wooden pillar. The young girl drops the clip board on her makeshift desk while reaching up to rub the bridge of her nose. "I wonder if this is why my brother wears glasses?" Chiyo teased as she kicks back her feet while releasing a deep sigh. It was her idea to help the people of the village out during its darkest time. She stands back up and begins to walk into town from her little clinic. 'I could use a walk...' The young medical woman thought to herself as she began to make her way through the town.
“If you would not mind helping me look, Miyanari-san.” With her help, Tatakai would start to search the place, looking around and asking more people. He would also start to see the signs of battle, especially as he starts to get near the other side of the village. Clearly many people had been injured, and if he knew his sister, she would be helping in the medical tents. This was at the same time confirmed by a resident who mentioned seeing a girl matching that description helping around the medical tents. He quickly makes his way over there, hoping his sister was not injured. Looking around, he quickly sees her, and calls out to her. “Tatakai!”
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2022 2:44 pm
As Tomi travelled through the village with this near-stranger, she saw the tell-tale signs of a battle that had recently taken place here. There were crumbled buildings, jagged wooden posts sticking up, sundered, like desperate fingers grasping into the sky. Scorched stone told the tale of flame and ruin, spots of crimson where bodies had laid mere days before, holding strong against the weather and rain. This was the site of a massacre.
Tomi had heard about the attacks, of course. They were the main talk of all of the places she had visited in the last few weeks, everyone excitedly exchanging grim facts or wild rumors about the mysterious shinobi who came in, slaughtered, and left just as quickly. Until now, the sheer brutality of the attacks had not been clear to her. She had not tasted real combat to this degree. Her heart was heavy as she looked around at the destruction.
She looked over to her new friend Tatakai, as if for confirmation, and saw his own grim expression, as he stopped to talk to a random pedestrian and began to quicken his pace, moving in a specific direction for the first time in their travels together. She assumed he knew where he was going, and followed, having to quicken her steps to keep up with his much-longer strides.
Before long, they had arrived at a set of medical tents, seemingly set up as a sort of makeshift hospital to treat the wounded from the horrific attack. Even now, the tents were full of injured shinobi, some cut to ribbons, some burned terribly, all in pain. All suffering. Among those treating the wounded, apparently, was Tatakai’s sister.
Tomi waited silently, smiling politely as the siblings exchanged greetings, not wanting to interrupt.
The young girl had just left her work space as she heard a familiar voice calling out her family name so informally. Her hazel gaze raises only to see a family face approaching her. ‘Oh no… Did I summon him by talking bout him?’ A gentle sigh left her lips as she simply smiled and raised a hand to wave to her older brother. “Onii-san! What do I owe the honor?” She would simply state as her eyes feel to the lovely lady moving behind him trying to keep pace. “Oh! She is pretty, Onii-san.” Chiyo now making a quick pace to meet with the pair.
She then offered the lovely woman a respectable bow to greet her, “I am Tatakai Chiyo. Pleasure to meet you Ma’am. Also please take good care of my Onii-san. I know he can be a bit of a handful.” The young girl had a bit of a playful smile on her face as she really did enjoy teasing her brother, and him coming with an unknown woman was a chance she would never miss. She reached into her coat pocket and withdrew a small metal piece from it. “By the way, Onii-san… look what I made during some downtime. I no time at all I will have my very own sword. Just like you.” The young shinobi had a wide grin as she offered up her customized quick safety for visual inspection for them.
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Tatakai gives a sudden stop at his sister’s starting words. What did she mean an honor, and why did she make the remark about his companion’s appearance directed at him. He is confused right up until his sister reaches them, where it clicks just as she starts speaking. He makes a gesture very familiar to Chiyo, pushing his glasses up slightly and gripping the bony part of his nose between his thumb and forefinger of his right hand. He would give a sigh, but they were in a very public space among many strangers. After she finishes speaking, he looks up.
“This woman is not a companion in that manner. She is merely someone I ran into here that I asked for assistance when looking for you, and she chose to accompany me and help me.” He then turns to the young woman, his sister’s age, who had helped him. “And I thank you for the assistance in locating my sister. I also apologize for her implications of us being together in that way. And I realized that I failed to introduce myself as is proper. My name is Tatakai Ochitsuite.”
He would then turn back to his sister, clearly checking over her for injuries and showing relief when it was clear that she was uninjured. He then looks closely at what she had pulled from her coat pocket. “Very good, you said you made it yourself? That is wonderful craftsmanship, Oto-san would be proud of it. Also, mentioning our parents, they gave me this to give to you.” At that he would pull out the letter their parents had given him and hand it to his sister. “It is a pleasure to get to see you again, Tatakai-chan. It has been a while since you left home to head out into the world. How have you been sister?” His speech was odd, formal in sentence and word structure but informal in tone.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2022 7:33 pm
As the two siblings conversed, Tomi was struck by just how similar they looked, even in their body language, as the male sibling pinched his own nose in the same way his sister had mere moments before, apparently at the implication that she herself was some kind of romantic interest. Tomi flushed red at the idea, as she stammered out.
”I-it’s ok! My name is Miyanari Hitomi. I’m glad I could help you find each other.”
Ochi’s sister was about her age, and seemingly a burgeoning swordswoman in her own right, as she retrieved a safety release device from her pocket to show what her brother had been working on. It was pretty well-crafted for someone’s first attempt, functional if not very ornate. Her own current blade was no more ornate.
She stood awkwardly for a few more moments as they talked, noticing just how strangely the male sibling referred to his sister, in such a formal way. When she began to feel she was intruding, she made to say her goodbyes to the siblings.
”It was very nice to meet you both. I’m afraid I have to get back to training, though.”
And with a wave, Tomi made her way away from the pair, towards one of the smithing facities to finally get to work crafting her blade.
Chiyo lets out a friendly laugh as she waves Tomi off, "Have a wonderful day, Ma'am!" She turned to her brother once more as his female friend left the siblings to their own devices. The young woman flips the safety over her knuckles before pocketing the piece once more. "Well, I have just earned a break, Onii-chan." She states as she places her arms and hands behind her, "So what do you want to do?" With that, the young Tatakai begins her way into the village. Others have been working on the village proper as she was taking care of the medical caused by the attacks from the unknown black armored shinobi. Chiyo's head tilts her head back to look at her brother, "So... what do you think happened here?"
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“Understandable. I wish you good luck with your training.” He waves goodbye to Miyanari Hitomi, then turns back to his sister. He then looks around at the wounded and the shinobi helping them. He follows his sister back to the village proper and watches others work on repairing the damage there. “It appears the village was attacked. Quite a large and destructive attack, given the extent of damages and the amount of injured people. As well, some of this damage matches very powerful jutsus, but some seem to be caused by something completely unlike jutsu that I do not recognize.”
He looks back at his sister. “Were you here during the attack, are you injured?” She does not appear to be injured, but he wanted to make sure. He also looked around the village more now, taking note of the extent and kind of damage it had sustained.
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Chiyo nods softly as she listens to her older brother speak of the damages from the attack on Hidden Katana. Her eyes glancing up to Ochitsuite as he asks if she was here when the attack happened and if she was injured as well. “I am fine Onii-san. I got here as some of the dead villagers had started to rise from the piles of the bodies. It appears that someone injected them with some sort of virus, or whatever, that reanimated them…” Her face looked a bit disturbed, “.. but I haven’t been hurt. In either attack. Some of the villages said there was a red haired woman that had the same odd weapon that the invader’s had that fought off there boss.” The young Tatakai scratched the back of her head, “I am sorry that I don’t have anymore knowledge on the attackers… or the cause of the reanimated corpses.” The woman stretched some as she looked up to her older brother, “If you aren’t in a rush, Onii-san… I was about to go to meal. I have been working for like six to seven hours now.” Chiyo giggles softly as she realizes she admitted to not taking care of herself to her brother, but hoped that her offer to eat was accepted.
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Tatakai’s face would also have a disturbed look at the mention of a virus reanimating the dead and making them fight. That was highly unnatural, even for chakra manipulation, and seemed grotesque. “What kind of weapon was it? And that is fine, I am just glad you are safe.” His face changed, becoming disapproving as she mentions not having had a break in several hours. “I would enjoy a meal with you, though going that long without a break is not good for you Tatakai-chan. You know better than to do that.” He would walk with her through the village until they reached the place she wanted to eat at. He would also keep an eye on their surroundings, his hand on his hilt. He would stay on high alert, not sure what danger could be around after the things that had befallen this village.
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Chiyo smiled at the concern showed by her older brother at her healthy… or unhealthy work habits. “I can not help it, Onii-chan. You know I feel about injustices in the world… can not turn my back on those that need help.” She rubs her chin as she was asked what kinda weapon she was told about, as she missed the initial attack against the village. “Hmm, let’s see… I was told the common soldiers used a black, metal staff. They placed it to their shoulders and pulled a trigger then it spat iron and fire.” It was an elementary explanation by people that were shocked by an unprecedented attack followed by their resurrected loved ones. “Anyway, it sounds like Al Bhed tech from Feudal Spira in our own part of the world.” The young woman just tenderly rubbing the back of her head as she walked through the village with her brother. She stops by one of those barbecue places with the grill in the table. “How bout here?” Chiyo motions to it as she takes a step towards the building trying to get her brother to agree, “Please Onii-chan, treat me to some grilled beef, pork, and chicken.~”
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“An attack like that does not sound typical of the Al Bhed though. Especially an attack like that in this part of the world.” He would hold his chin as he thought about it. He would follow here through the village until she stopped in front of a barbecue place. “This seems good. Of course I will treat you Tatakai-chan. It has been a while since we sat and ate together, with the academy and your own studies separating us.” He would get them a table and order a variety of foods. The food would be brought out, and he would eat from it lightly as he made sure his sister ate well. “Well, if the weapons were in the styling of the Al Bhed, do you have any information on the virus that reanimated folks?” He was very worried about that, that sounded horrifying and perverse. Something like that should not exist.
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Chiyo tenderly shakes her head in the regards of the virus, "Sadly, I do not, Onii-chan." Her fingers trace the katana hilt at her hip, "My best guess is that its origin is from Feudal Spain, or Hidden Substance. There is just enough information to be able to accurately pinpoint, and while I am trained in medical arts; I am not trained in extracting nor reverse engineering viruses." She rolled her shoulders as she shrugged. The younger Tatakai sits back in her seat once they enter the restaurant, after her brother promised to treat her to a meal, and the teen loved fresh grilled meat. Chiyo smiles softly as she tenderly fires up the grill as the pair wait on the waitstaff to order the meat to grill. "It is nice and quiet here. I enjoy that. Oh! Did I tell you, Onii-chan? I am studying the use of the Gates. I have never been good at Ninjutsu, or Genjutsu, so I figured I would need to have an edge."
