Fang! You stupid little s**t. You were in your own little world before, looking derpy as hell with your tongue hanging out. So why now, of all times, did you have to become alert? And too think Raichi even bought him a meatbowl! Oh, that traitor! Regardless, what was done was done. Kisuke had turned, and with his turn came a wild fist. There was no stopping it now. It was too late. Raichi had no time to form seals to substitute, and he didn't even have time to try and alter his trajectory. What he did have however, or was about to have, was a whole lotta pain.
With his rapid descent, Raichi's special bits came crashing down upon the uprising fist of the Inuzuka which the Senju saw happen before his very eyes in slow motion. His momentum combined with gravity carried him off Kisuke's fist and to the ground where he instinctively leapt back a considerable distance before collapsing to the ground hunched over with his hands clutching at his groin. Raichi was sweating bullets and grittingh his teeth while shaking in agony. Oh his poor jigglybits, his man berries, or any other way you wished to pronounce it. "Tr..ait...or...," was all he managed to get out. It was safe to say that with his dispicable methods of fighting, Kisuke came out on top in this one.
Statistics: [•] Bloodline Specialist [Senju] [•] 400 Chakra [•] 300 Stamina [•] Genin - D rank
Passives: [•] Can cast jutsu by saying or mouthing the names of the seals instead if hands are occupied. You must be able to speak the words, and your jaw/lips/tongue must be in no way impeded. This would mean that if gagged, you would still be unable to utilize the technique. Simply mouthing the words will not suffice. Keep in mind, too, that this in no way increases the number of Activations you receive per post, nor the overall speed of the techniques themselves. [•] -15 Chakra cost for Bloodline techs to a minimum cost of 5 [•] hen you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. [•] Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. [•] The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. [•] With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. [•] The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. [•] The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. [•] The practitioner is now accustomed to performing techniques they have mastered with either one or two knives. Once per post, the user may use a single D-Rank or lower technique from this Style without paying the cost. [•] The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. [•] The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes.
Grand Chevalier Haji
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KisukeShinsetsu ▬Genin ▪Inuzuka Clan▪ Tanto ▪ Chakra 410/410 ▪ Stamina 310/310 ▪ Fangs Chakra 410/410 ▪ Fangs Stamina 310/310 ▪ AC:6150 ▪ Ryo:5800 ▬
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Kisuke fist met the senju jewels and it was over. Kisuke kinda felt bad about it. It was really no way to win a fight. Fang on the other hand was having a jolly old time with all the sticks laying on the ground. He picked one up and dropped it near Raichi and sat their with his tongue hanging out."Bark."Kisuke then walked over just seeing Raichi in pain from that made him feel some pain."Sorry about that man."
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If to make matters worse, the reason for his current predicament seemed to have no remorse in the world and wished to play. Fang procured one of the many sticks laying about from the spar and trotted over to the slain Senju who was buckled over on the ground, dropping it right in front of the male with the intent for him to throw it so he may catch it. It annoyed Raichi that Fang did such a thing, but at the same time he couldn't let it get to him, the canine didn't know any better yet so he let his annoyed status escape with one of his many deep exhales. Kisuke walked over and offered his apologies while looking like he himself was in a little bit of pain which made sense seeing as it was a thing between men, to feel the pain of another when such a situation occured.
Raichi shuffled slightly as he switched his grip to a one-handed style and reached for the stick fang dropped with a sharp slow exhale. "No.. It's fine.. Here Fang, go fetch before... I get mad again." Raichi grasped the stick with his now free hand and was greeted with an influx of knowledge from the rather timely demise of his Shadow Clone that he had sent off to train. Yes, this could work. With no emotion, Raichi gripped the stick and sharply flicked his arm up. The stick rose rapidly with his arm and just as quickly started to spin through the air.. directed right at Kisuke's own personal bits. Raichi took full advantage of all the wonderful passives he was just granted from the Sobagai Deba Sentou bukijutsu style. Take that, you traitor!
Statistics: [•] Bloodline Specialist [Senju] [•] 400 Chakra [•] 300 Stamina [•] Genin - D rank
Passives: [•] Can cast jutsu by saying or mouthing the names of the seals instead if hands are occupied. You must be able to speak the words, and your jaw/lips/tongue must be in no way impeded. This would mean that if gagged, you would still be unable to utilize the technique. Simply mouthing the words will not suffice. Keep in mind, too, that this in no way increases the number of Activations you receive per post, nor the overall speed of the techniques themselves. [•] -15 Chakra cost for Bloodline techs to a minimum cost of 5 [•] hen you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. [•] Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. [•] The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. [•] With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. [•] The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. [•] The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. [•] The practitioner is now accustomed to performing techniques they have mastered with either one or two knives. Once per post, the user may use a single D-Rank or lower technique from this Style without paying the cost. [•] The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. [•] The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes.
If to make matters worse, the reason for his current predicament seemed to have no remorse in the world and wished to play. Fang procured one of the many sticks laying about from the spar and trotted over to the slain Senju who was buckled over on the ground, dropping it right in front of the male with the intent for him to throw it so he may catch it. It annoyed Raichi that Fang did such a thing, but at the same time he couldn't let it get to him, the canine didn't know any better yet so he let his annoyed status escape with one of his many deep exhales. Kisuke walked over and offered his apologies while looking like he himself was in a little bit of pain which made sense seeing as it was a thing between men, to feel the pain of another when such a situation occured.
Raichi shuffled slightly as he switched his grip to a one-handed style and reached for the stick fang dropped with a sharp slow exhale. "No.. It's fine.. Here Fang, go fetch before... I get mad again." Raichi grasped the stick with his now free hand and was greeted with an influx of knowledge from the rather timely demise of his Shadow Clone that he had sent off to train. Yes, this could work. With no emotion, Raichi gripped the stick and sharply flicked his arm up. The stick rose rapidly with his arm and just as quickly started to spin through the air.. directed right at Kisuke's own personal bits. Raichi took full advantage of all the wonderful passives he was just granted from the Sobagai Deba Sentou bukijutsu style. Take that, you traitor!
Statistics: [•] Bloodline Specialist [Senju] [•] 400 Chakra [•] 300 Stamina [•] Genin - D rank
Passives: [•] Can cast jutsu by saying or mouthing the names of the seals instead if hands are occupied. You must be able to speak the words, and your jaw/lips/tongue must be in no way impeded. This would mean that if gagged, you would still be unable to utilize the technique. Simply mouthing the words will not suffice. Keep in mind, too, that this in no way increases the number of Activations you receive per post, nor the overall speed of the techniques themselves. [•] -15 Chakra cost for Bloodline techs to a minimum cost of 5 [•] hen you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. [•] Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. [•] The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. [•] With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. [•] The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. [•] The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. [•] The practitioner is now accustomed to performing techniques they have mastered with either one or two knives. Once per post, the user may use a single D-Rank or lower technique from this Style without paying the cost. [•] The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. [•] The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes.
Grand Chevalier Haji
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KisukeShinsetsu ▬Genin ▪Inuzuka Clan▪ Tanto ▪ Chakra 410/410 ▪ Stamina 310/310 ▪ Fangs Chakra 410/410 ▪ Fangs Stamina 310/310 ▪ AC:6150 ▪ Ryo:5800 ▬
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It seemed Raichi held no hard feeling about the incident, which was good because it was an accident. It seemed like he wanted to play with Fang after all. This caused Kisuke to relax a little too much. He didn't realize the impending danger till it was too late. Slow motion, you could say his life flashed before his eyes as the stick twirled and danced through the air. Kisuke's blood red pools grew exponentially at the realization of what was happening. His lips opened up and a deep voice erupted from the slow motion effect."NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO-ah."The mighty Inuzuka prodigy, defeated by a stick."You...did that...ssssssaaaaaa on purpose...ssssssssaaaaa"Through the pain Kisuke began to laugh, even though with every laugh it made the throbbing pain worse. He couldn't help it, He hadn't had so much fun in a while. Aside from his sister, there was never really anyone he connected with on a friendship level. Though many people liked him in the academy and his teachers adored him. He felt like it was all pretty hollow. As the laughing slowly subsided Kisuke attempted to get up but it was way to soon."Ah crap nope, still hurts...I think I'm going to just lay here for a while." His face to the dirt and grass Kisuke muttered."You ever find the old guy?"
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Success! Direct hit! Home run! The stick had hit it's mark without flaw. Raichi was filled with the fire of getting revenge but also with the overwhelming pain of watching it happen much like Kisuke had. He found the hand that had thrown the stick now clawing at the dirt as a wave of pain resounded throughout his body emanating from his lower regions. When Kisuke started to laugh Raichi couldn't help but join in. It was infectious. He too hadn't had such fun in a long time. He had no family so he spent his time alone, and even at the Academy he strayed away from the others although it was not entirely by choice. He too felt that this was a budding friendship and was pleased by such.
Raichi rolled over onto his back with his knees bent and his right hand still clutching at his groin through his pants while his left arm was draped across his forehead. Amber orbs peered upwards towards the sky through sky blue bangs as the laughter finally began to die down. "Nah. He's an elusive snake that one. I looked all over." If it wasn't for the distant thunder to snap him back into reality Raichi never would have noticed the color of the sky and where the sun sat in said sky. He had a few classes to teach to the students at the Academy today. That sucks, he didn't want to leave already, he was having so much fun. "I think I'll look for him again later. But first, I gotta head to the Academy before I'm late. They wanted me to sub in for a teacher who got sick or something."
Raichi hesitantly staggered getting up on his feet, a wince of pain flashing across his features for a breif moment. "Sorry to cut this party short but I got work to do. You wasn't kidding about that haha. If you want, you should drop by, might learn a thing or two." The Senju's voice oozed with a teasing tone while his face was adorned with a cheeky smile. Kicking a semi-charred stick up into the air he plucked it with ease using his free hand before throwing it far off to his side for Fang to actually catch this time. With a slow wave behind him the young male waddled off towards the direction of the Academy. [exit]
Statistics: [•] Bloodline Specialist [Senju] [•] 400 Chakra [•] 300 Stamina [•] Genin - D rank
Passives: [•] Can cast jutsu by saying or mouthing the names of the seals instead if hands are occupied. You must be able to speak the words, and your jaw/lips/tongue must be in no way impeded. This would mean that if gagged, you would still be unable to utilize the technique. Simply mouthing the words will not suffice. Keep in mind, too, that this in no way increases the number of Activations you receive per post, nor the overall speed of the techniques themselves. [•] -15 Chakra cost for Bloodline techs to a minimum cost of 5 [•] hen you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. [•] Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. [•] The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. [•] With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. [•] The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. [•] The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. [•] The practitioner is now accustomed to performing techniques they have mastered with either one or two knives. Once per post, the user may use a single D-Rank or lower technique from this Style without paying the cost. [•] The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. [•] The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes.
KisukeShinsetsu ▬Genin ▪Inuzuka Clan▪ Tanto ▪ Chakra 430/430 ▪ Stamina 310/310 ▪ Fangs Chakra 430/430 ▪ Fangs Stamina 310/310 ▪ AC:6300 ▪ Ryo:400 ▬
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The pain was ever present, but it was slowly getting better. Unlike Raichi it was still painful to move and his stomach was also hurting. Fang came by and laid down next to him. After the laughter died down Raichi stood up, a luxury that Kisuke was not currently able to do. It seemed he had missions to do joking about what Kisuke told him about being a slave to mission."No problem, go ahead. I would like to go but I think I'll stick around here and get that nap in." Truth was he couldn't really move without pain so he stayed put and waved as Raichi left. After he was gone he whistled to Fang."Hey, drag me underneath the tree." Fang sprung up and grabbed him by the shirt with his teeth dragging him all the way under the shade of a tree. He laid their covering his groin waiting for the pain to pass. He he passing out from being tired. Whichever came first really.
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The Not So Casual Otaku
If to make matters worse, the reason for his current predicament seemed to have no remorse in the world and wished to play. Fang procured one of the many sticks laying about from the spar and trotted over to the slain Senju who was buckled over on the ground, dropping it right in front of the male with the intent for him to throw it so he may catch it. It annoyed Raichi that Fang did such a thing, but at the same time he couldn't let it get to him, the canine didn't know any better yet so he let his annoyed status escape with one of his many deep exhales. Kisuke walked over and offered his apologies while looking like he himself was in a little bit of pain which made sense seeing as it was a thing between men, to feel the pain of another when such a situation occured.
Raichi shuffled slightly as he switched his grip to a one-handed style and reached for the stick fang dropped with a sharp slow exhale. "No.. It's fine.. Here Fang, go fetch before... I get mad again." Raichi grasped the stick with his now free hand and was greeted with an influx of knowledge from the rather timely demise of his Shadow Clone that he had sent off to train. Yes, this could work. With no emotion, Raichi gripped the stick and sharply flicked his arm up. The stick rose rapidly with his arm and just as quickly started to spin through the air.. directed right at Kisuke's own personal bits. Raichi took full advantage of all the wonderful passives he was just granted from the Sobagai Deba Sentou bukijutsu style. Take that, you traitor!
Statistics: [•] Bloodline Specialist [Senju] [•] 400 Chakra [•] 300 Stamina [•] Genin - D rank
Passives: [•] Can cast jutsu by saying or mouthing the names of the seals instead if hands are occupied. You must be able to speak the words, and your jaw/lips/tongue must be in no way impeded. This would mean that if gagged, you would still be unable to utilize the technique. Simply mouthing the words will not suffice. Keep in mind, too, that this in no way increases the number of Activations you receive per post, nor the overall speed of the techniques themselves. [•] -15 Chakra cost for Bloodline techs to a minimum cost of 5 [•] hen you perform bloodline techniques above Rank D, you are refunded {05} chakra or {05} stamina, depending on which energy was used. [•] Your bloodline techniques possess greater power, allowing them to overwhelm techniques of the same rank, and preventing them from succumbing to elemental weaknesses of techniques the same rank. Can cast bloodline techniques through one-handed seals. [•] The user becomes more accustomed to upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions. Speed of all Bukijutsu employing small arms is mildly increased. [•] With this training, the user is able to more comfortably switch between upward, downward, and sideways slashing motions in a pinch. The user's reflexes are mildly increased. [•] The practitioner has developed a greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the hilt with ease. Confers a slight reflex bonus to the practitioner. [•] The practitioner has better developed their ability to pull their blade straight from its resting place to an offensive slash. Slightly increases the speed of strikes made when drawing a small weapon. [•] The practitioner is now accustomed to performing techniques they have mastered with either one or two knives. Once per post, the user may use a single D-Rank or lower technique from this Style without paying the cost. [•] The practitioner, already acquainted with many techniques in the style, has finally realized that with a little bit of personal training, they are able to increase the precision and speed at which they lift and press their feet. The practitioner's footsteps are rendered silent to all who do not have enhanced hearing, and the footsteps they leave in soft ground are shallow. This not only assists their ability to sneak up on people faster and quieter, but also helps when running from trackers. [•] The practitioner has developed an even greater sense of precision and is now able to throw, juggle, and catch their knives by the tip with ease. Additionally, some projectiles, such as shuriken or kunai, can be caught by their tip. Confers a slight increase to the user's reflexes.
Chet had a little space for himself to be alone in in the forest. People would be surprised to find out the addict was an avid botanist or at least an avid beginner. It calmed down the junkie in ways drugs couldn't and after what happened during the exams he wanted to be alone and calm. It had been a while since he had last been at the cabin. It was an absolute mess and obviously someone or several people had used to for shelter. He didn't mind. It wasn't exactly his in the first place. He found it abandoned and fixed it up a little bit. "Maybe I should put up a 'keep tidy' sign." He mumbled as his fingers traced the wood that made up the house. "Let's get to work." He said as he picked up the hatchet that was still where he left it surprisingly.
Chet was a very physically built ninja. He was a taijutsu main after all. Chopping wood wasn't a struggle at all for him. While chopping he thought about Kokoro and her last words to him during the show. He hated himself for being the reason she left. He didn't know what to do. Yet at the same time he had the answer. All she wanted was for him to love her as much as she loved him. But he was so self absorbed in his addiction that he couldn't see it. And still even after she left he didn't feel like quitting anything. His strikes got harder and angrier as the thoughts went on until he finally stopped after the hatchet broke. "s**t." He grumbled walking back to the cabin.
Chet looked around for a a piece of wood that he could use as a grip for the hatchet and a nail. There were scattered pieces of wood all over the place. He found on that suited him and put it in the now vacant hole that was once filled by the other hatchet's grip. Once he found a nail, Chet squeezed the nail into the gap between the hatchet and the grip. He then slammed the front of the hatchet on the wall repeatedly until it was nice and firm. With that done he could chop some more wood. "Let's get it." He mumbled walking out of the old cabin once again.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
This time he focused on chopping wood and nothing else. Random parts of his body itching from withdrawal, but he didn't care. Chet watched drug addicts go completely insane without any notion of what it felt like. Maybe it was because of his Oni bloodline, but he didn't feel anything to outrageous and if he did like the random itching he just ignored it. After he got enough wood, Chet took it all back to the cabin and put them all stacked in a corner. He let out a sigh while looking around the cabin. He noticed there was a trail of ants walking from inside the walls of the cabin. He decided to get rid of them and give the house a couple more years of life. The ants left small specks of saw dust. he observed a few coming in and out for sometime, before finding out their pattern outside he found their nest in a moderate sized tree. Scratching his horns he thought of a way to get rid of them. "Gonna have to shave again soon." He mumbled referring to his horns. He hated it when they got too long. It was completely out of place.
Chet would need some DE, but he had none in the cabin or on him. "s**t." He cursed. Chopping down the tree or burning wouldn't do him any good at all. Carpenter ants were annoying and would just relocate. He decided that maybe if he searched hard enough he might find a small deposit of DE somewhere in the forest. In his search he found a beautiful white deer which to him was impossible. "What the ********?" He mumbled watching it from behind a bush. It was so graceful like snow manifested by God. Chet stepped on a twig and it ran away with the same grace as when it stayed. The ninja decided to go after it, but there was no trace at all of the creature. Chet stopped running gradual and began walking. He'd see something white near a cluster of boulders that was situated near a pond. "Well would you look at that." He said before kneeling down to grab the DE rock carefully.
Chet made his way back to the cabin to turn the rock into a fine powder. Now that he had the poison that would wip out the ant colony he needed a way to get it inside. Looking at the white powder he couldn't help, but imagine snorting it. It had been a while since his last hit. Cocaine made him feel alive unlike any other drug. Without it there was this complete sense of vacancy inside of him at all times. Shaking his head, Chet focused on the task at hand. Chet had an idea on how to filter the poison inside the tree now. Looking at the tree, Chet could see small cracks all over it with antes coming in and out. He used his sake and mixed it with the poison. The DE didn't in fact have any poisonous agent inside of it's chemical structure, but it was the fact that it was so sharp that when ants or other insects ingested it they would become extremely torn up from the inside. The sake would get it in every nook in cranny of the tree.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
Behind the cabin was a small fenced area of about (?x?). Chet would begin the process of tilling the soil that had been left unchecked for a while. It was a calming exercise just him and the sound of the dirt being dug, turned and scraped. Every once in a while stopping to drink some sake. Something was on his mind, but he couldn't quite remember what exactly was nagging at him. Then it came back to him. The white deer from before. Was it real or was it just another one of Chet's delusions? He had becomed used to seeing things that weren't there by that point in his self destruction. A high functioning schizofrenic. "******** you." Chet would curse at the narrator. When he was finally done, Chet looked at the ground and smalled at how nice it looked. Now it all needed was seeds which he didn't have.
The fence was in the worst looking shape possible. It looked like some wild animal had ran over it, ******** in it and then had a hoe down. Chet took some time to to undo all of the barb wire and threw away the broken poles. He used to the trees he chopped down to make more poles for the fence. The barb wire was old, but he didn't have any new wire to replace it so it would have to do for the time being. After a couple of hours he had a new fence set up around his little farm. Wiping some swet from his brow, Chet looked up at the sun that was setting. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck." He grumbled wanting to do more work.
Walking back inside the cabin, Chet lit a candle to lit up the now dim room. He really wanted a piano right about now. He was feeling blue all of a sudden. His thoughts pushing away Kokoro could only hold for so long. He decided to clean up the place to distract himself some more. He found a marking on the bed. Someonone had carved B and C in a heart on the bed. Chet scowled and scratched all over it with his kunai. "Bitches don't ******** matter." He told himself while pulling his hair back with his hands. "You got you man." He kept on cleaning and organizing the cabin until it looked almost as good as new. With that done he dropped back on the old bed and fell asleep.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
Chet dreamt of her and when he woke up it was like his flesh was being ripped off from his bones. He sat and and rubbed his right eye with his palm. He decided to jog for a while in the forest. It was early in the morning. Probably about 6:50 am. He wanted to find the white deer again or at least run into it. Then a wild fox jumped at him. He rolled and threw it off of himself. Foxes weren't known to just attack people agressively in that fashion. Chet grinned though. "I was wondering what in the ******** I was gonna eat." He said grinning at the fox while it snarled back at him. Chet walked back to the cabin with it's dead body over his shoulder.
Chet would chop the wood from the trees he cut down. One at a time. His strong arms delivering the perfect blows. He started thinking about what he would do without kokoro. He depended on her for so long for emotional support that he felt lost now. Ignoring it wasn't going to help. He had to face the problem head on. Now that was something new. Chet was actually going to face the problem head on instead of ignoring it like everything else in his life. Or maybe he would only follow this while he was at the cabin. The moment drugs came back in the mix he would leave all his cares behind. The logs getting chopped in half slowly became part of a rythm some natural form of balance to him until he realized he was done.
Chet found some old vases laying around the cabin. The flowers that were once in them long dead and the dirt they carried completely dry and stagnant. He decided another way to liven up the house would be filling it with more life. He walked outside and looked around for flowers of any sort that he could keep inside the house. He wasn't looking for anything to fit the interior look he just wanted flowers. Once he got enough he walked back to the cabin and put each in their own vase with new, moist dirt he took from the back yard that he tilled the other day. Looking at them he felt very stupid for doing so menial, but it did look nice.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
Chet had a problem. There was a gang of crows converging outside of the cabin. They all looked way too organized to be up to any good. Chet was looking through the window while trying to hide himself. "What the ******** are those little ******** up to?" He mumbled to himself with a frown. They were all being squawked at by a larger looking crow. Busting the door open he marched towards them and to his surprise they didn't fly away after he shooed at them. "YOU LITTLE SHITS GET OUT OF HERE!" He shouted while punting one of the smaller crows away. They all ensued in attacking him. "WHAT THE ********?!" He cursed swatting at them and running back inside the cabin. "s**t!" He cursed before punching the door. He ran to the window again and looked outside.
The crows were all organized again. Except for the one Chet punted away. "Hehe little s**t." He laughed as he noticed the missing crow. Suddenly the crows all turned towards him. They all marched towards him and at that point Chet had grabbed the hatchet. There was silence for a moment. Then two slow pecks at the door. "No one's home!" He shouted. Two more pecks. "Go away for the love of God!" He shouted before a beak burst through the door. The large crow stuck it's head in with the most terrifying expression Chet had ever seen in his life. "SQUUUUUUUUUACK!"
"WHAT THE ******** ARE YOU?!" Chet shouted throwing the hatchet at the crow. It pulled it's weird head out. Chet scrambled to get up on his feet and walked slowly towards the door again. Quickly he swung it open ready to strike the crows, but they were all gone. Chet ran outside while rain began to pour and thunder rumbled in the skies. He looked around, but couldn't see any crow in sight. In the pouring rain he lifted both his arms and shouted looking up at the sky in frustration. "DAMN YOU CROWS!"
Title: Labor I Rank: E
War was coming. The crows had declared their intent. In the silence of the cabin the rain drowned out his thoughts. He set in front of a small desk with a candle melting under a flame in front of him. What did the crows want? He poured himself some sake and drank while running his hands in his long hair desperately. The pecking was stuck in his head. Echoing repeatedly like a monochrome. "I need a plan. I need to kill those ******** before they get to me." He said before getting up to pace back and forth. He expected them to leave him alone for the time being while the rain poured.
After drinking for a while Chet got a little tipsy. His movement became wobbly. and he started knocking things over including one ofr the flowers he had brought inside. "Ah s**t." He mumbled trying to pick up the dirt and broken shard of vase with his hands. It didn't really work too well seeing as he was drunk and he just made a bigger mess honestly. "Will you shut the ******** up?" He asked. Then a knock at the door. Chet had covered the hole the alpha male crow had made with a flat board. He walked towards it slowly and put his ear against the wood. He could only hear the rain.
Suddenly the door busted open. Walking inside was the alpha male crow. Chet backed away desperately with his hands and feet. "What do you want?!" He shouted in a drunken despair. The scrow shut the door behind him and pointed with his left wing towards the table where Chet was sitting. "Squak!" It wanted Chet to sit and Chet understood somehow. Or he was just too drunk. Or both. Either way the ninja got up and took a seat while looking at the bird with paranoia. The bird to a seat himself and looked at Chet. It's head twitching left to right.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
The alpha male bird and Chet stared at each other for a while in silence before Chet poured himself some Sake and started what ever the hell was going on. "You drink?" Chet asked before sipping some sake. The bird's head tilted to the side before it made another odd bird noise. "Alright. A simple no would've sufficed." He said before drinking more. The two remained in an even longer silence before Chet slammed his fists on the table. "WHAT THE ******** DO YOU WANT, BIRD?" Chet shoutede pointing at the alpha male. The bird let out what could have been interpreted as a laugh.
The bird informed Chet that he was living in their social house where they ate and ********. The bird pointed at the bed where Chet had scratched out the markings. Apparently the alpha male bird had carved that there and was pretty upset about Chet erasing it. "THIS IS MY CABIN! YOU ******** DIDN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF IT!" Chet shouted just before the crows slammed it's wings on the table and skawked at Chet. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR ******** ORGIES YOU SICK ******** LEAVE OR I'M GONNA COME DOWN UPON ALL OF YOU WITH THE WRATH OF GOD!" The bird flew off the chair angrily and knocked down several things on it's way out the door.
When the rain stopped chet went outside again to chop some more wood and releve come stress out. "Those ******** think they can scare ME?" He shouted while chopping. Eventually his anger became way too much for him to concentrate and he broke the hatchet again. He kicked over the wood he had stacked up to chop and spat. Kokoro was no longer on his mind. He wanted to kill the every crow within a mile radius from the cabin. He was going to give them hell for making a fool out of him and stepping on his land that wasn't really his, but that wasn't important for the time being.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
Chet painted his face with mud and covered his body in shrubbery. He was never the best in his stealth classes, but he was drunk, angry and for something extremely petty. A dangerous mix capable of making a fool into a genius even if temporarily. Chet had to discover where they lived. Their eating habits. Routine. Numbers. Everything before going in for the kill. The crows didn't show up to watch him like usual so he would have to go after them. Using basic tracking lessons he followed their droppings and managed to find two just lounging around. It looked suspicous to him how they were just standing around. Obviously bait for him. Chet very slowly pulled out a 3 kunai from his pocket. He threw all three simoultaneously. One killed a crow instantly while the other two clipped the wings of the other.
Chet quickly rushed at the crow before it could make any warning noise. "Shhhhh." He hushed keeping the crows beak shut. "You're gonna tell me where you ******** are hiding out." He let the crow open it's beak and it mocked him in some way or the other about how it didn't matter how he tortured the bird it wouldn't give Chet any information. To that Chet laughed sadistically. "You mistake me for a conventional ninja." Chet said with a devilish grin. His skull tatoo only making him look more sadistic. "Tell me or I'm gonna make you ******** your dead friend over there. Hehehehe." With that new piece of information the crow tried to struggle desperately while Chet dragged his body over to the corpse.
Chet let let go of the crow's beak and asked again. "Tell. Me. Now." The crow gave in and told Chet what he wanted. Chet immediately snapped the crow's neck once he had what he wanted. He felt something strange, however, he could've sworn the two were there was bait yet not a single crow showed up to save them. "Hm." He mumbled before hiding himself in the trees and going towards the nest of crows. They ******** with the wrong ninja.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
Chet went to the location the dead crow had given him. A whole field of crows all sleeping in a large circle together. A blanket of black on a green field. They would all burn. Just as he was about to make his move they all lifted their heads and let out a squak in unison. It was deafining. Chet covered his ears in pain as he winced in pain. "********!" He shouted before trying to distance himself from them. To make matters worse they all began taking flight towards him. "Oh s**t!" He shouted again just as he began branch skipping as fast as he possibly could. The birds, however, caught up to him and slammed into him in with their massive numbers. Knocking the boy down from the trees. "AAAAAAAAAH ******** YOOOU!" He shouted while falling.
Chet hit the ground with his body rolling since he was branch skipping and the birds just straight up slammed into him. He let out groans of pain with each rolling second. "********." He mumbled when his body finally stopped. The birds all converged around him from the trees to the floors. The Alpha Male bird walked slowly towards Chet from within the mass of crows. It skawked at chet and the others followed suit. "IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER!" Chet shouted before his body swirled up and he got into a fighting stance. "TONIGHT! WE WILL ALL DINE IN HELL!" Chet shouted before all the birds skawked at the same time and dove in on him.
The sun rose. There would a feast for crows, but ironically enough none would come. There were no crows left. Covered in blood and black feathers, Chet was on his knees. Broken trees everywhere. In the distance the white deer watched Chet and the boy watched back. Blood smeered all over his face. He was too tired to move, but the deer called to him. He dragged himself for a little while before finally being able to walk normally. The dead crows all crunching beneath his feet. This time the deer didn't run away from him. Chet reached out to caress the deer and yet his hands met nothing but air. The crows were gone. So was Kokoro. The deer was gone. Heavy rain.
Title: Labor I Rank: E
Chet was done with the cabin again. His time of peace was over or at least he thought it was. He cleaned up the house and watered the plants again. He wouldn't have time to grow anything in the backyard or get some new razor wire for the fence, but it would have to wait. He sighed with his fingers tracing the table he had the heated argument before. So by the love of God he walked outside and thought "why not i'm just gonna chop some more wood." And that is what he sure did. He chopped wood for hours and then noticed ants were crawling about and so he was like "i'm gonna kill you too so he decided to poison another ant colony except instead of searching for specific looking rocks he just burnt down the tree cause ******** ants.
Next Chet watered ALL THE PLANTS. HE WATERED EVERY PLANT IN A MILE RADIUS. He sang too. His sang his a** of. He watered plants and sang for hours until he felt his botanist a** slowly going insane. Then something in his mind just kept naggign at him. What in the world could it be? Was it his ex Kokoro? No! It was the abundance of weeds around and gosh golly their day of reckoning had come. Chet would pluck out each weed individually for even more hours until his hands BLED GREEN. Once he was finally done the realization that they would come back in about a day dawned on him and he felt unbridled rage even greater than that of what he felt for the crow.
With this rage in mind someone appeared in the distance. It was the papa crow. The big dog. The alpha male. His body completely scarred and featherless. "Well look who it ******** is." Chet said with a grin while pacing slowly in an arc around the crow. "You come back for a bigger can of whoop a**? Cause we're still runnin strong buddy boy." The crow remained silent as Chet mocked him. "YOUR KINGDOM IS GONE. YOUR PEOPLE ARE DEAD! YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE CROSSED ME!" Chet shouted before spitting on the ground. The crow would fly towards him and fall just short of his feet. Dead. Chet didn't laugh or mock now. He just sighed and walked away to wherever he had to go which in reality was not any specific place, but kind of a place that he didn't know, but the narrator sure did.
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Hiro had finished his volunteer, ish, hours at the hospital. It wasn't so bad but it did leave him wanting to get away from everyone. People, the hustle and bustle, all of it was just so exhausting for someone like him. Especially after last nights incident.
With a small ruck sack completed he chose a different type of job this time around and headed out. The beginning of it all was the easy part. Chopping down trees.
The felling of trees had been around for some times so the procedure was pretty standard. With the added benefit of training and agility it was easy to avoid getting crushed. It was getting the things to fall that was the real hard time of it. (Labor I 1 Done)
Only once the last of his trees were chopped down was he able to move onto the next step. Slowly he dragged them all into a messy pile of branches and such before he pulled out an axe and machete. He had the wood off it roots, now came the time for harvest.
Each of the trees went through a few step system. At first he'd pull one away from the others. Slowly he'd remove the branches and any extra greenery, making sure he kept any particularly thick branches aside. They would be bundled up later so they could be used as kindling for the fire.
After that would come the main chore of the day. A stump was chosen and he'd begin by sawing the wood down partially with a hand saw for the finer bits. Thinner sections of the tree were just simply chopped right through.
After these two were completed on his harvested trees, which had been rather small, he'd begin the organizing. The logs were piled up together and stacked neatly for pick up. The bundles of sticks were placed nearby as well. The rest of the area where the trees had once been would be cleaned up and any minor stumps removed. (Labor II 1 Done)
The land was finally clear. For the most part at least. Now he had a chance to survey it all and take a bit of inventory on what was left to do.
Hiro started by identifying all of the local plants in the area that had survived the chopping down process. Unfortunately for him, the majority of these were weeds and the like. His gloves had to be taken off for these things. The next good while of his time became dedicated simply to pulling and collecting weeds.
It was quite the nasty procedure unfortunately. The thing with weeds was they were pretty much made to survive. A lot of them were spiky, some where invasive and rooted as hell, and others were just so stealthy. Without his field book he knew for sure that he would have been lost on most of this. ( Labor I 2 Done)
Now that the weeds were cleared he could actually start to work with the soil. There would have been no point to planting seeds here if they would have been killed off by the weeds after all. This is where his handy dandy shovel and pick axe would come in.
The pick axe was used firstly to break up the soil. Ground was always much harder then people imagined, just digging with a shovel alone was hard as ********. Soil had a tendency to stick together diligently, even worse when you hit a rock well trying to dig. The pick axe however didn't give a DAMN about no rocks.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. The ground was slowly softened by the consistent smacking of the pick axe. He'd do it all over the area he was planning and bit by bit would soften up the ground. Only until it was nice and prepared could he go onto the next step.
He put the pickaxe aside and picked up his shovel. Now that it was broken up he could easily turn the soil and make a proper garden bed. He'd probably need a shower after all of this though. The sweat was getting pretty gross at this point. (Labor II 2 Done)
Finally his plot was prepared and ready. Hiro wasn't quite sure how long he had wanted to plant a garden. The process always seemed like to much work for a man, ish, like him. Yet there was something nice about the solitude of it all.
From his back pack he retrieved a few different packets of seeds. He didn't really want anything to special as a garden, lord knows his upkeep is terrible. Some things like flowers, only a few vegetable, low upkeep plants that would survive on their own for the most part. Once he had the right amount selected he set out across the soil.
Carefully he planted each seed in their separate sections. He made sure they weren't to close with one another so they all had ample room. Finally, once that was all sorted, he'd cover up the seeds and pat down the soil carefully. (Labor I 3 Done)
The seeds were prepared. He stood at the edge of his garden now looking for the dry spots of soil. Every plant needed that which every living creature needed, water.
From his ruck sake he took out the few satchels of water he had brought along. Enough that he'd be able to give them all an ample start but not so much so that they'd be drowning. If a plant had to much water they were destined to rot, not enough and they'd simply crumble apart. The life blood was needed in the RIGHT amount.
With a finger he'd go from spot to spot testing the dirt's moisture. Spots that were extra dry received extra water, spots that were fine were left alone. It took a lot longer then he thought initially but he wanted to make sure it was all done right.
Finally he'd finish his watering. With a flip of the wrist he'd open up his note book to take stock of all he had planted. The specific amounts, how much water they had received, and estimates on how fast they'd grow. With that done he'd close the book and turn to the surrounding area of his garden. (Labor II 3 Done)
The surrounding area close to his garden was....well lets just say populated. He had chosen a spot that wasn't to far from his back yard but out of the way enough that it wouldn't get spotted by strangers. This meant it was a bit in the forest though just the start and there was a local crow population.
This meant the first thing on his list was to get rid of the bastards. When he awoke the next morning and went out to check on the area he spotted much damage left over from the crows so he knew that if he had any plants growing they wouldn't last very long. His eyes turned to the small bundle of sticks.
Doing a bit of a trade with a local farmer he got a bunch of hay together, some sticks, and spare cloth. He wasn't any tailor so it took much longer then usual but in the end he got his needed product. The scare crow was complete. Mounted in place it kept its dead gaze across his patch of soil. (Labor I 4 Complete)
The problem was stopped temporarily but much damage was done. Outside of plant damage there was also signs of nearby diseases. Nothing crazily bad just the standard stuff of course.
All of it had to be culled which meant more time spent with his hands working over stuff that didn't want to be worked. In hind sights gloves may have been a very good investment prior to all of this but alas.
Any bad leafs or plants that were to far gone were pulled or cut up. The remains were thrown into bags which would get thrown out eventually or possibly even turned into compost. Again, he hadn't meant to go this far. Really his first idea had been just to throw some seeds nearby his house and see if anything grew.
It was far to late for such a lazy attempt however. At this point once he was finished the garden was definitely visible from his back yard and it looked almost TO good. Many of his clans men might have thought this to be a waste of time but a part of him enjoyed it all. (Labor II 4 Complete)
There was a final part to all of this. A point to his mad gardening skills that had been put to the test. It was truly the worst part about all of it after all. At least, if he wanted to get paid.
You see Hiro wasn't just doing this because he REALLY wanted a garden. He did, but he also had to do some kind of mission. The locals wanted proof and details on the local fauna as well as soil samples etc. Really boring and dry stuff. All of the notes he had been taking occasionally were a part of this.
So here he was. Late at night, bent over his desk as he scribble down more notes and went over previous ones. He had to compile as much as possible and then break it down into simple terms.
By the time the morning sun shone down on his head he was half dead at his desk. The notes had been finished. Painfully stacked. He put the finishing touches on his piece of art and closed the binder. After that he wrapped it up in a fancy ribbon just for them and put on a pot of coffee. (Labor I 5 Done)
Now the only thing that was left was to collect the actual samples. He had written about them but hadn't collected a lot outside of some of the weeds etc. Now those as well had to be sorted, labeled, all the real fun parts.
With his shirt no where in sight he spent the rest of the day just doing that. A box beside him, a pile of misc plants on the other. One by one the unique specimens were graded and put aside for future people to look at.
By the end of it all Hiro had to drag himself and the samples inside. They were carefully put aside, along the notes he had written, before he locked up for the night. Well, day. After that he just threw himself into blissful sleep, glad that the waking nightmare was finally over. (Labor II 5 Done)
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Mihoko SuzuGenin - D Rank Ninjutsu/Ninjutsu Class || 505/505 Chakra || 75/75 Stamina ||
Hidden Village Under Leaves - Part One
Mihoko Suzu looked at the amount of leaves scattered around the forest. It was certainly a mess. She stood there with a rake, and a small cart for putting bags of leaves in. She felt overwhelmed by the amount of work, as she stood with a bag, raking up amounts of leaves and placing them into one of the many bags she had brought along. The sun beamed down on her, as she continued working. Mihoko managed to fill one bag up, and she heaved it over to the cart. [1/3]
She placed it onto the cart, placing it right at the back and making sure all the leaves wouldn't come out while she continued working. Mihoko then walked over to the large tree, it went up high into the sky and a lot of leaves seemed to be coming from it. She considered using some of her fire release to quickly get rid of all of the leaves, however it was a fire hazard for a reason. She began scooping more of the leaves into the bag. [2/3]
Mihoko let out a small yelp as she felt something move along her hand, although she calmed down once she noticed it was simply a small caterpillar. She placed it on the tree and continued moving the leaves into the bag. Once the bag was full to the brim, she tied the bag shut and began to haul it over to the cart. She struggled to pull it along, yet she continued trying to pull it along. [3/3]
Hidden Village Under the Leaves - Part Two
Mihoko took a small drink of water, as she realised she only finished a third of her job. It would be easier with a squad, but she still continued. In order to make it more enjoyable she began to hum a gentle song. Mihoko had almost cleared up all of the leaves, and then she could move on to picking up the sticks and pieces of bark that would be scattered around. Mihoko picked up the third bag of leaves, she estimated that there would only be two or three bags of leaves left. [1/3]
Mihoko placed it on the cart, fastening the bag to ensure none of the leaves would come out. The last thing she wanted was the leaves to come out and go everywhere. Mihoko jumped off of the cart, dreading having to haul it back to the entrance. She was a while out, and she knew it would take a while in order to get there. She began shoving the leaves in the bag, she wanted to get this over with. [2/3]
Mihoko began to get the last bag of leaves ready, she wasn't used to this kind of manual labour, and it wasn't what she expected from being a shinobi. She wasn't awfully shocked, although it seemed her old friends liked to highlight the action and adventures from their careers. The last bag of leaves was full, and she prepared to move onto collecting the sticks and bark, before returning to the entrance. [3/3]
Hidden Village Under the Leaves - Part Three
Mihoko wandered around, picking up the sticks and bark that she spotted. The large tree and the area around it seemed to be covered in rather large pieces of bark. She was careful with the bark so she wouldn't get a splinter or anything. She managed to fill one bag with all the sticks and pieces of bark she could find. She placed the final bag on the cart and prepared to move it back to the entrance. [1/3]
She pulled up the board of the end of the cart that would prevent the leaves and sticks from falling out. Mihoko took the handles of the cart and slowly began to trek through the forest. The trees proved little shelter as sweat formed in small beads on her forehead. She couldn't move through the forest at a particularly fast pace, she wasn't very physically strong and found such labours as difficult. Her grip on the two handles of the cart was tight. [2/3]
Mihoko kept her eyes steady on the ground and in front of her, careful and observing any routes or difficult areas that would be hard for her cart to get through. But as it was a route made for the carts, she came across very few difficulties aside from the weight of it. Mihoko could see the entrance in her vision as she quickened her pace a little. She gave a small smile to herself as she left the cart there. [3/3]
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Mihoko SuzuGenin - D Rank Ninjutsu/Ninjutsu Class || 505/505 Chakra || 75/75 Stamina ||
Mihoko stood with an axe in her hands, she steadied the log on the chopping block. She rose the axe behind her back and swung down. The was a loud crack, as the log was only half cut. Mihoko scowled, and pulled the axe back again, she swung down with an intense force and the wood cracked in two. [1/3]
Mihoko wandered around to find another log that she could cut, she picked up a rather large looking piece, heaving it over to chopping block that she had become well acquainted with. She rose the axe above her again, and with a heavy amount of force she swung it down, there was a satisfying crack as she pulled the axe out. [2/3]
Mihoko then gathered up all of the wood that she chopped, there was a far amount of it, and gathering as much as she could carry she slowly hauled it over to the cart. She placed the stack of wood down carelessly, although making sure that it wouldn't fall. She grabbed another armful and placed it in the cart. [3/3]
She looked through the list of tasks that she had to do to the land, and it seemed the next on her list was to plant trees where the freshly laid soil was in order to have a constant growth of trees. Mihoko walked over and looked through the various packets of seeds she would have to use for the wide variety of trees they were after. [1/4]
She started by digging small holes in the ground for the seeds to go. She got down on her knees and began to move the soft soil out with her hands, the holes weren't too deep in. But she crawled along the ground in the blistering heat as scooped out amounts of soil in order to plant more trees. [2/4]
She then placed the seeds in one by one, she opened a packet and dropped a seed in as she walked buy. It was the easy part of the job as she walked along the holes she had created, putting the seed in and then covering it with the soil she dug out. She would enjoy when these trees reached maturity and she would be able to rest under them. [3/4]
Then she got out the watering can that she brought with her, as well as a four litre container of water to fill up the watering can. She walked along, making sure that each seed would be getting enough water to start them off and then moving back to either get water or to the next seed. [4/4]
Labour I and Labour II [1]
She didn't enjoy weeding at all. She knelled on the ground with her hand firmly around the stem of the weeds and pulling them out. Then she would put them in a bag to ensure that they wouldn't fertilise anywhere else. She hated weeds above all else, and as much as she hated weeding, she was glad to get rid of the weeds. [1/3]
Her hands were covered in soil as she dug them out, compared to her other jobs this was certainly less exciting and much more work than it was probably worth. She wheeled the wheelbarrow to the next section as she collected more weeds to get rid of. [2/3]
The sun glaring down on her wasn't a good feeling either as she worked hard to get the weeds out so that other plants, such as her trees, could grow fruitfully. It was a necessary job so she later do the larger mission without as much trouble, but it was still tolling. [3/3]
She stood there ready to clear the land, they had been very specific that they wanted this particular area cut down so they would be able to plant different things there and as it would serve good as farm land. Mihoko was tempted to use fire release, however she knew they would be angry if she burnt the land down. [1/4]
She stood there with one of the whipper snippers they lent to Mihoko, so she would be able to cut the grass down without an issue as it was very overgrown and wild. Mihoko started up the whipper snipper, hearing the grumble of the motor as she pulled the handle on it. It was remarkable what technology could do. [2/4]
She walked through the grass, tentatively holding the whipper snipper out in front of her like it was an odd weapon. She walked along, holding it as it cut down the grass. Mihoko held it as she continued walking, she found this somewhat enjoyable, more enjoyable than the other jobs she had done at least. [3/4]
Mihoko managed to clear a section of the grass she was meant to, then she became more confident. She mowed through the grass with excitement and when it was all done, she got a bag she was meant to put the grass in. She sighed and walked along, putting all of the freshly mowed grass into the bag, it smelt so nice. [4/4]
Labour I and Labour II [2]
Mihoko ran after the crows, they squawked loudly and flew away from the tree seeds she had planted. As much as she loved the birds, she couldn't help but feel strong irritation by having to constantly chasing them away from the seeds she had planted. [1/3]
Mihoko sighed and took a drink of water, she would probably need to make a scarecrow in order to keep the crows and other birds away from her precious trees. Mihoko closed her eyes as she let out a rather loud yawn, however when she opened them, she saw the crows. [2/3]
With a frown on her face, she began to chase after the birds, yelling at them as they watched her approach her. They waited until she was right near them before letting out a loud cry and flying away from the seeds. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and sighed deeply. [3/3]
In order to make a new area for more farm crops, Mihoko was tasked with the job of felling a tree, or cutting a tree down. Mihoko looked at the trees she was meant to fell, there was only two of them that seemed to be blocking up the farm land that the people in charge wanted. [1/4]
She took the axe and swung it into the skinnier looking tree, it left a deep cut in the tree, and she knew it would take a while for them to properly fall. She swung her axe into the upper side of the tree on an angle, so that when the ends met, it would be a neat chunk. [2/4]
Mihoko put her foot against the tree, and dislodged her axe. She swung into it again, a loud cracking sound was heard as the blade of the axe went into the tree. She pulled the axe out of the tree and went from the upper angle again, coming down hard on the tree. [3/4]
Noticing now that the ends met together, Mihoko carefully began to dislodge the chunk from the tree, it was about halfway in and would leave the tree severely weakened. Mihoko made sure the land was clear, before she kicked the above the cut in the tree twice, causing it to collapse. [4/4]
Labour I and Labour II [3]
Mihoko then moved over to the other tree she was supposed to cut down, it was a bit bigger than the previous tree she had cut down and stood at an impressive height. It would be more of a challenge than the previous tree, that made her sightly nervous. She didn't like the idea of trying to cut this tree down. [1/4]
Hesitantly, she cut in a straight angle down low, it didn't make her knees feel great to be crouching and squatting in order to cut the trees down. It hit with a hard crack, although it didn't go deep enough. She carefully dislodged the axe, trying to avoid any injury to herself. [2/4]
She swung the axe again, getting it at the right depth in. She let out a sigh of relief as she dislodged the axe and walked over to get a drink of water. Mihoko loved the cold water in her mouth. She then walked over to the tree and swung down at an angle to meet the other cut. [3/4]
Mihoko slowly removed the chunk from the tree, careful not to accidentally make the tree fall on her or anything like that. Once it was removed she placed it over in the cart for firewood, and returned to the tree. With three hard kicks the tree fell to the ground. [4/4]
She knew she would have to begin chopping up the firewood, and it wasn't something that brought her much joy or pleasure. She began to chop up the first tree into small logs that would be easier to cut later. She moved along the length of the tree with her axe. [1/3]
She swung down hard, cutting the tree into small sphere like pieces. She would later cut them into quarters. She started from the bottom and with two hard cuts she would manage to cut through the tree. She would move all the way up the tree, and then cut the branches. [2/3]
She picked up the pieces of the trees, from the base up to the very top of the tree, as well as the cut up pieces of branches. Those that couldn't useful as firewood would be collected and put into a bag. She transported all the pieces that could be used as good firewood over to the cart that she had set up. [3/3]
Labour I and Labour II [4]
She moved to the second tree that she cut down, it was larger and longer than the other tree. Before she began, she took another drink of water, she would be so relieved when she would be able to relax. Mihoko walked along the length of the tree, estimating where to begin cutting for firewood. [1/3]
She cut along the length of the tree, from the bottom to the top under the logic that when she reached the skinny top it would feel more like a relief. She cut all the way down it with relative ease, finding it would take a few cuts in order to cut the lower end of the tree. When she cut up the tree, she then moved onto the branches. [2/3]
She moved the cart over to the tree, and picked up the pieces as she walked down the length of the tree. She hauled the pieces of wood into the cart, stopping halfway down the tree to take a small break and a drink of water. She was happy to be almost done with this, she picked up the final pieces of the tree. [3/3]
Her final job was to take fertiliser and transport it to the new trees that were going to be growing here. She managed to take the cart full of wood back to Konohagakure, and now she was given a large sack of fertiliser to take back there for other workers to take care of. She wasn't particularly thrilled about having to transport fertiliser. This was due to many reasons, but notably the smell. [1/4]
She had to carry the large bag in her arms because they had taken the cart back to transport the wood. She huffed as she wrapped her arms around the fertiliser, walking through the thick forest. She was thankful for a trail to make her journey a little bit easier on herself. Her arms were growing weak and she would often have to put the bag down because her arms got tired. [2/4]
She let out a sigh as she began to drag it along the soft trail that was marked out. She was so thankful that the track wasn't made out of gravel, as it would prove to be very inconvenient. The bag was hard to drag and didn't seem to want to move. She pulled it along the road, struggling and waiting for her arms to get strength back. [3/4]
For the final stride to the clearing, she managed to pick the bag up with shaky arms. She didn't want to look like she was pathetic and weak. After all, she was a shinobi now, she couldn't afford to let people see her as weak. So she picked up the bag, and she walked over to the clearing, placing it on the stump of the first tree she cut down. [4/4]
ᑃ CRACK The sound rang out followed, and preceded, by a deep bellowing banshee wail. It was primal, like someone trying to get something out of their system. Kya could be found at the epicenter, yanking desperately at her Nodachi, stuck in the trunk of a tree she imbedded it in out of frustration. Around her, fallen comrades of this stubborn oak spoke of the wrath of Kya, slicing cleany through some, and in jagged patterns through others. All of this, a child trying to make sense of her emotions. A kuinoichi, crying about death for the first time. She kept avoiding his face in her memory, trying to escape the reopened wounds that Kanzaki had ripped the bandaid off of. She pulled, muscles straining to no avail, which did a poor job of easing her mental torment through aggression. She grunted, sounding more like a child than a follower of Jashin. She pulled and pulled, not realizing her eyes were spinning as her head did the same.
Eventually she fell on her romp and sighed, allowing the sudden shock to make her feel as silly as she should. She sat with folded legs for a few long seconds arms behind her. She leaned back, tears drying finally and stared up into the sky, almost challengingly. Almost like her cursed eyes could somehow tear Jashin down and make him answer why. As if Jashin had the answer she sought. She got up, walking away from her sword, leaping to the top of a tree with a few carefully placed steps, and straddling the thickest, highest branch she could safely. Her eyes closed, focusing on nothing in particular while she pondered how she had so deeply lost focus. As a child in the land of Claw, she and M'aat were hailed as two who, above all others, would be greater than all the worshippers between there and the land of Fang. It was her choice to abandon all parts of the faith and enter a self-imposed exile in order to become a death-seeker. To follow who the Paylangi call Jashin but whom she knows as Kortal Khan at heart. She took his symbol from his neck as she reflected on her time home, before she vacated for the Land of Fire, and eventually Konoha as a teenager.
Dark was the day, as odd as it sounds. I was only 16, this was to be a coming of age such as it were for my people. The day Nagakaborous would come down and deliver his judgement on me. I was hooded, brought before the clan around a huge fire, a Semi-Circle full of eyes, some glowing, some glowering with hate, others envy, but all of them somehow delivering the same administering judgement. The same as when I was here eleven years prior, declaring myself a Brave before them all. We abandoned our homes, our modern pleasures, for the forest. All of my peoples, ones the Paylangi call Uchiha without knowing the cursed history and truth behind the gift, watched carefully as the Truth Bearer, in her impressive size and domineering presence, lifted me with one arm, the other bearing her massive idol, and sat me on her shoulder like I was a 10 pound weight. I will never forget how she dropped the proof of god before the flame and slapped a drum, beside her once, summoning her power and calling all to attention. The glow, the erie green-blue, radiating from her tattoos and eyes and mouth as she spoke a word I still can't fix my tongue to form. All howled and whooped, vibrations rocking through me until even I had to add my small voice to the noise. I didn't fully understand what it meant that I was to be trained as a Brave. I didn't know how hard it would be on my body, mind and soul, but I endured. So on that night, as the Truth Bearer came forward and unhooded me, she gave a hearty laugh, something so undefinably loud that I had to chortle on with her. And then she took a bite of a mango and bits of the fruit went everywhere. "Go on, child, speak your truth!" God, I always hated how impossible it was to deny her anything, but I so loved how she affirmed me in my decision, even after so vehemently disagreeing about what path I should take. "I am Kya" A parade of roaring and cheering from men and women of all ages and social status. "Kya of Clan Nel Toth! You have the focus of the family, and your words will move us. What, on this, your 16th name day, is your truth?" Kya didn't hesitate, as she learned. "I choose to leave. I choose violence as my vehicle to the truth. I choose to bring motion through destruction. I will live out my ambition in the shinobi world as a Death Seeker." Silence. Surprise. Betrayal. Pride. Everywhere the emotive states settled on me. It was the Truth Bearer who spoke, slamming her hand on the drum. "Hail Seeker Kya!" I could feel the hearts weren't in the cheering, nor the rest of the ceremony. Not until M'aat declared he would be doing the same.
Shecould only feel as though abandoning the true faith had led her to this pain, this ruinous state. She looked at her hands, rough from years of sword training and the day's training. She saw her necklace resting on her bust, and realized that Nagakaborous, not Jash-Kortal Khan, had taken him, ended his journey to destiny in order to remind her it was her decision to abandon the path she was born to follow, and that this would await all who befriended her. She realized immediately that, as a follower of Jashin she was limited in her ability to reach, to teach, and above all to stay in motion. She crossed her legs, saying a silent prayer, not to Jashin, whom she was still dedicated, but to all the gods to whom she was beholden. "Take him to the deep, steel his soul and commit him to the world soul. Give me clarity. Give me back my ambition. Open the way, and I am ready to follow it in entirety. To Kortal Khan, my body. To Magatai my mind, clarity and focus. To Nehza my ambition. All, to Nagakabouros. No longer in dire straights, she fell from the tree, landing beside her Nodachi once more. She had a look of understanding, placing her hand on the bladed weapon and igniting it a flame. She pulled it from the trunk of the tree as if it were never stuck at all, and stabbed it into the ground. She closed her eyes and placed her hands on the hilt, continuing to pay her final thoughts and respects to Oga, and affirming herself in her decision.
"Oh my God! Oh my God!" A frantic, panting voice cried out running through the woods of konohagakure. Behind him ran the village drunk back at it again with his old habits. It was clear that the time he had spent in the Bear Forest hadn't managed to completely change his ways. Although he was trying. Instead of running after a random, innocent civilian he was running after a wanted criminal. "HOHOHOHOHOHO SWIGGTY SWOOTY I'M COMIN' FO THAT BOOTY HHAAHHA!" Chet called out mockingly. He was running at a pace that made the criminal think he was actually running at the same speed as Chet, but the truth was Chet was just ******** with the guy. At any moment the Oni could turn on his nitro and go full throttle. "Please I have rights! You can't do this!" The criminal pointed out. While that was true that every criminal was allowed his basic human rights, Chet did not agree with this form of justice. While running, Chet would look over to the side and calmly explain to the reader why.
"A criminal is more likely to commit a crime again. This is a fact. The system we currently use to incarcerate them has no intent on reforming them at all. They just keep them their for profits. The longer they stay the more money they make. This is why a large part of the prisons in Konohagakure are owned by private companies and not the village. If you compare their strictness to the prisons run by the government you will immediately notice how the private sectors punish inmates with longer jail time for essentially any misdemeanor! This is how they sustain themselves. Now with all of this in mind consider the chances of a convict committing another crime. You done? Good! A lot of variables are factored in when deducing the probability of a second violation such as race, birth, background, area of birth, etc. But the moment of arrest is what really changes things. Studies have shown that depending on the intensity of the arrest the magnitude of the arrested's reaction will be affected in kind. So yeah I could put this man through due process like most. BUT ******** IT I LOVE WATCHING THEM RUN!"
Chet would launch his body high up in the air. The explosion of fresh air was truly something. Some times he felt lucky for being born the way he was. The things he experienced would be impossible for any other normal individual. "Slllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaming!" Chet shouted referencing something he himself didn't understand. "AH!" The criminal gasped in pain. Looking up Chet realized he had landed right in front of Kya. "I can explain!" He shouted dramatically before taking pause. Then he lost his train of thought.
ᑃ With closed eyes in a state of relative meditation, Kya made a somewhat solemn request. Her voice in her own head was uncharacteristically melancholy as she petitioned her god for something most would find disrespectful. She asked for truth. Proof. Something of a miracle maybe. "If I am to be one who will find truth and bring it to the world... if I have been wrong, and my path has always been not solely destruction but rather one that will bring the Truth to these... stagnant lands... I need a sign. Send me someone. No, not just someone, send me a companion. Show me one who embodies your word here, drop him right before my eyes. Let this happen, and I will commit to this path fully." Her words were meretricious at best and she expected nothing to happen. Still, the sound of roaring in the air made her open her eyes in bright red spinning orbs just in case to watch Chet's prey be slammed into the ground. She tilted her head and frowned. This scared, broken man was Kya's sign? And then he heard the shout. Kya knew the voice and the nonsense. Her head turned to see him. "So god has a sense of humor," Kya spoke, dropping her foot onto the criminal's face, bare and covered, on the bottom, in dirt. He went to moan and she pressed down. "Shut up, idiot," she aggressively said, and beyond a whimper he obliged. The pinwheels in her eyesockets turned a bit, and then they fell on Chet. "You drop something?" Kya asked, dragging her blade through the earth until it was just beside the man's neck. A warning. She moved her foot and let go, tentatively, and seeing he didn't move much beside to alleviate the pressure of her blade, alredy splitting into his skin. She moved to chet, wiping the remnants of her tears away and placing her hand on his shoulder, and then resting her forehead against his chest. She fully expected him to try and throw her, but it would be nice even if she could have just a second. "The day I've had... I could really use a drink."
Chet felt Kya's embrace for a brief moment before being reminded ******** what was that bitches' name? He thought to himself before gently pushing Kya away from him. "Don't you feel trapped here?" Chet asked her. "This village and these ********' trees! There's this big a** world around us! I've seen some s**t ever since the old squad days." Chet looked around at the trees surrounding the three. He was going off on a drunken ramble, but his words carried weight. "I came back, because I thought this place needed me, but god damn it! It's so ******** boring!" Chet drank some of the liquor from his bong by making it float towards his mouth. "Sounds like you wanna go rogue..." The man mumbled with his head on the ground. "Hehe...Nah."
ᑃ Chet didn't immediately shove her off, which was a plus, but it was still brief as she didn't resist his hand removing her. She looked up at him, somewhat curious as to how drunk he already was, somewhat curious as to what he was about to tell her. She narrowed her eyes when he asked if she felt trapped. Every fiber inside of her wanted to scream out affirmation, but instead the beginnings of a smile played across her face. Just the corners turned upwards at the edges of her mouth. She let him continue, speaking of the old days when s**t was easier. A bit of unrest was brewing inside of him, she could feel it deeper than his words led on. She let her eyes roll from his eyes down to his chest, right about where his chest was, viewing his breathing specifically. Her hand pressed onto it after he dissented from the prey's assertion. She pressed her hand in a bit, and spoke to him. "No, you don't want to go rogue. I know what it is what you want... what your soul desires. Within your heart of hearts, you wish to chase what you desire, and you feel like you are being held back here. I identify." Her head turned to the still floored prey.
"I have always held the belief that people should do what they will. That everyone should be uninhibited," she said letting her hand drag it's way down over his abs and eventually continue until it was at her side again. She turned on her heel, making a deliberate path. "Much like I assume you did. Tell me, what was it you did, in lieu of the laws of the village." The man hesitated, and Kya gripped her blade. "I was caught as a part of a sex trafficking ring!" Kya scowled a bit, then took her blade from the ground. She looked to Chet. "Uninhibited. Do what you want. Get up, start running." The man hesitated again, but got up and started running. "See, you've known me to be religious, quite zealous too. I believe that when we are inhibited, blocked from running after our destiny that we begin to feel such as you do. Such as we stand, I always do what I wish. Like murdering people who deserve it." She threw a kunai, turning to her prey just in time to see him slam into the ground, dead. "Sorry to steal your fire, such as it were. Still, you have always struck me as someone who isn't held back by social constraints, by the ideas of the small minded, the paylangi. I have always admired it. In fact, I find it very hot..." she trailed off. Her eyes, the tomoe spinning, rested on his. "If you let me... if you choose to join me Chet, I can unblock you. I can take you to a path that will push you towards your destiny." As she spoke, every few words she moved a step closer.
As the narrator for this poor soul I have come to understand how much of a blubbering idiot he is most of the time. Yet I can ever comprehend how naive he chooses to be towards his people who actively care for him. Why does he repel them the way he does? Back at the Forest of Bears, Chet had cast aside the weight of losing his parents. This didn't, however change his personality that had been built ever since their untimely departure. Chet does not allow people in for whenever he does they either abandon him or die. He can no longer cope with this reality. "Can you shut the ******** up?" Chet cursed at nothing in particular from Kya's point of view or she might even think he was referring to the criminal. Either way this narrator has feelings too just like any other being in this cold world and I do not appreciate being verbally abused. "Yeah yeah what ever."
Kya was sounding a lot like the shape shifting Oni that had sedated him for weeks during his investigation on the female murder spree going around. The Oni promised him much of the same that Kya proposed. Except she hadn't been touching him as often as Kya was. That was of course unless she decided to torture Chet then yes they both touched him inappropriately. With every step she took he took another step back. "You're sounding like one of those people that come up to your door and tell you about the word of God, Kya. You need to lighten up a bit you know?" He walked towards the corpse of the man Kya had just executed and sighed as he pulled the kunai from the dead body. "You know in the rogue village I've been seeing a lot of Mercs lately heading over to Kumo. Wonder why they'd need so many heads at their disposal." Chet mused sounding oddly sober out of nowhere. "My boredome will be temporary I can feel it in the air."
