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 Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:54 am
Uchiha Sakurayuki
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Sakura was confused; one minute she had been yelling at Shiro-kun, but the next moment she had heard someone call her name, to which she blindly turned her head to. She would have dignified the greeting with an answer of her own when she bumped into the very person she had been shouting at just a moment ago.
'Wai... wha.... huh?' her fuzzy mind couldn't process a thing as she backed off only to have him grip her arms. Yuki could have sworn that she had ran the other way, but what was done was done, and she was too stunned to retort to either of the males that were there. The Hyūga had turned around and gone into the classroom, so he didn't see her situation, which alarmed the girl. Now she was left to face the white haired boy alone. Staring defiantly into those ruby eyes, she glared, but the gaze softened a little into a small indignant pout once he had her attention. 'Hmph, just because he called me pretty doesn't mean I'll agree with him,' she thought, but being so young, she couldn't help but be mollified just a little.
She still couldn't acknowledge his theory, but she had to lower her eyes in shame when he mentioned her 'being killed because you were too nice'. She glared back at him though. There had to be another way than this. Death was always an inevitable thing in the life of a ninja, she knew. Every day, there was always a person in the walls of their compound, clad in white or black to honor the ones who had died in defense of the village. But even so... she trailed off as she listened further.
'A brother? Invasions?' the pink haired girl wondered. She had never been outside much from Konoha, and although she didn't know it just yet, had been sheltered from much of the gore thanks to her civilian childhood and protective parents, who had done their best to keep her thoughts bright and happy, and un-scarred. Having both parents around most of the time helped a lot too, and Yuki was so very confused between the conflicting ideas now.
In a daze, she glanced at Shiro as laughed it off and went to the classroom. What... what had just happened? Shaking her head that was now buzzing with (disturbing) thoughts, she went over to the classroom in a daze, sitting a little ways away from Inechi and closer to the Hyūga. Staring out the windowsill that she happened to be next to, Yuki cupped her chin in her hand as a slight frown marred her face. It was so... frustrating, this feeling of doubt. Was her ideals really unfit for the shinobi world? 'No,' she reminded herself. 'These were the Rokudaime's ideals, and his rule was one of the most peaceful ones ever. It was what okka-san had said to her, and it was what she wanted to believe, so it had to be right.... right?' Sighing, she stared out, oblivious to her surroundings, until she remembered the paled eyed boy next to her. Mentally reprimanding herself, she turned to the boy and politely nodded.
"Ah, Summimasen. My name is Sakurayuki. You can call me Sakura or Yuki though." staring at his pearly white eyes, finally coming back to her senses. She saw Fudou come in, with an arm full of scrolls, which he placed on the top of the Hyūga's desk. Glancing at his eyes, she saw a cold, disdainful glare directed at her. She kept her anger in check, but was saddened all the same.
What if... what if what she had believed in was a lie this whole time?
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:58 am
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Everything was a blur before the small child; she knew better than to get herself involved with a situation like the one unfolding before her. The classmates of the Academy were clashing with one another, but there were two ways that this could pan out. It was entirely possible that these were the actual feelings of everyone, somehow her generation had been completely warped while developing, and the rest of the school year would finish in tension and conflict: all the more reason to graduate as quickly as possible. However, there was also the more likely potential that this was everyone’s way of coping with what had just happened. None of them were used to that kind of aggression, or so Amaya hoped, and without having had a chance to learn and develop a response system they were all striking out in order to make themselves feel safe again. The black haired girl hoped with every fiber of her being that these little skirmishes were simply a result of not knowing how to react. After all, normal people, civilians as it were, didn’t have an opportunity to respond to such aggression in day to day interactions; that was something reserved for the shinobi class apparently.
As everyone spat and retorted at one another, the Keiji lost herself in a not too distant memory. It had been one of her first times working in the metal shop with her father. A man came to retrieve a custom made katana that Yukio had finished the night before. While the customer was incredibly happy with the product, he was not happy about the price. A screaming war had ensued, scaring off a couple of browsers, when her mother came down the stairs. She never came down into the shop. Never. To top it off, all four of Amaya’s brothers were in tow. The child had been handed one and the other three knew to congregate around her, so they sat at the bottom of the stairs in unfamiliar silence amongst themselves. Sada had sent her husband to the back of the forge and sat down with the man, talking over the books and looking at the contract that the man had signed nearly two months earlier. It was incredible; Sada’s voice was kind and patient, but it was also incredibly firm. You didn’t dare step out of lines when she spoke to you in fear of disappointing her. By the end of things, when the two of them stood at an agreement of the price the Yukio had quoted him, the customer hugged Sada. This man had been screaming and yelling, face red with sweat pouring down and veins bulging from his neck before the woman arrived, and now he was hugging her with appreciation; that was the kind of act that Amaya could look up to and aspire to.
With the world passing by without her, the child snapped back to reality at Akeru’s voice. She hadn’t missed anything of what had happened; after all, a flash back only took a fraction of a second to occur. However, she also wasn’t going to speak out about any of it. The girl would have to be pushed to the breaking point in order to do that. Amaya looked up at her still new mentor, or at least she liked to think of him as a mentor, and gave him a gentle smile while jogging a few steps to reach his side and continue on towards the classroom.
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PupSage rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 9:20 am
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[Roll[14]+Int[5]=19] Inosuke was nearly trembling with rage at this point. He demanded perfection, and he was not getting it. His hands slammed together again, his fingers curled back into the paw-like style, he turned his hands upside down, and pointed his thumbs out. It was barely off ... he clenched his fingers in tighter, hands shaking violently at the unnatural force of his grip, the bottoms of his fingers hit parallell with the ground. Next his thumbs spread, creating a perfect forty-five. He stared at it for a while and said, "I, the Boar." He snickered a little bit. "Yamanaka. Boar." He began to wonder if any Akimichi or Nara clan students were in class with him, he certainly hadn't seen any yet, but wouldn't it be cool to be able to pull off the Ino-Shika-Cho with some of his classmates? He really needed to get around to trying to make friends ... but that meant being social. That was not something that he was okay with. --------------- Learning the hand signs D20 +INT Normal DC 10, Raised DC to 15 FOR PERFECTION! [Intelligence Mod] +5 [Successes] 2/12 [Failures] 2 [Word counter] 321+169=490
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 11:37 am
As Yae retreated to the academy with Sakurayuki she overheard the white-haired boy's retort. She didn't really think much of it, and she didn't plan on watching what unfolded. But Sakura-san didn't share her disposition. The girl spun and started shouting. Yae turned to watch, her mouth slightly agape in disbelief. The girl's words confused her the most: she didn't seem to understand what he had meant.
As much as Yae liked Sakura, she wasn't going to get involved. There it was again. An apology immediately after the fact. The smarmy young shinobi couldn't help but roll her eyes behind Sakurayuki's back. She turned again, strolling leisurely back to the academy. The last thing she wanted to see right now was Ko-sensei, or the Hyuuga for that matter. Her hands in her pocket, the girl stared at the ground as she returned. Suddenly Sakurayuki rushed past her; Yae didn't even look up. Somewhere along the way Fudou had passed her up.
Inside the academy Yae caught a glimpse of Sakurayuki and the Hyuuga heading into their classroom. She reluctantly followed, pausing in the doorway. She took her seat in the back, avoiding eye contact with the others. The girl hadn't even managed to notice the new arrivals. Ahead of her Sakura and Fudou were both talking to the Hyuuga.
"Hey, Hyuuga-san," she called meekly. Annoyed that he didn't hear her, she spoke louder now. "Hyuuga-san. Listen, about before..."
Yae swallowed as he turned to face her. "I got carried away. I shouldn't have insulted your clan, or called you stupid. But you started -" she paused, realizing she was taking her apology in the wrong direction. "I get worked up, and take arguments too far. I'm... sorry..."
Yae frowned. She didn't expect him to forgive her after the way he had run off, most likely in tears.
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LuvMonke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 1:29 pm
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He kept on keeping on, treading through the tedious but up to this point, not too difficult work of figuring out the hand seals. Sure he's stumbled a time or two, but that due to his own inability to read the parchment and not a lack of ability to skill in implementing what he though the hand seal looked like. He decided to move on to the Rat seal. It seemed simple enough, one hand resting on top another, like the unborn child of the Ram and a sideways Dog seal. He figured it was probably less difficult than it looked since he had both of those two already completed. It turned out that he was dead wrong. He looked down to check his progress only to find a miniature tentacle monster stating back at him.
[Roll = 1d10 + -1 = 2 - 1 = 1 (Fail #2) ]
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Description: Kuuya must now learn, memorize and execute the 12 handseals, with the outmost perfection.
Formula: 1d20 + int mod = 1d10 + -1
DC: 12 (So I can be rewarded with ability points.)
Roll Required for success: 13 or above
Total attempts: 8
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 1:43 pm
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18/18 | 18/18 | 20/20 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  ღThe boy lifted his head to the surprising sound of his, not-so-sure-I-can-call-him-this-anymore, friend, Fudou's, voice, a bento box appearing in front of Takami, from the mostly brown haired boy, reminding Takami of his overwhelming hunger. Smiling graciously at the boy, the young Hyuuga tore the lid off of the food, not caring to check where it landed, listening to his friend speak as he inhaled half of his lunch, before looking up to respond to Fudou. His eyes quickly darted to the scrolls in the boy's hands, and some on the table, finally realizing just how many notes he had taken. "Uh, yeah. You can keep my notes until you take some of your own, sorry that they're pretty lengthy, but y'anno, They could help me, or one of my teammates, in an emergency." He quickly scarfed down the rest of his food, and using his sleeve, wiped the remains of food off from around his mouth. Placing the empty box off to the side of his desk, and grabbing the lid from the floor, the boy thoughtfull placed his left index finger on his lower lip, forming a sentence in his head, or at least trying to before he opened his big mouth, as the had Senju told him. "If you, uh, y'anno, don't want to still work together after school, I won't be offended, after all I did act like a complete and total bonehead!" the red burning on his cheeks made more obvious by his pale complexion, suddenly everything seemed interesting to the boy as he tried to avoid eye contact with the boy with the mohawk, the lines of wood in the desk, that fold in his clothing, finding it extremely interest when the pink haired girl, the one he had bumped into when coming down the stairs, sat next to him, even if she didn't talk to him, or actually even seem to acknowledge his existence, but he decided to not think much of it, she did after all look pretty mad. He finally made eye contact with his friend, "Anyways, Fudou, if you still want to work together after school, I'll be up in the dojo..... and.... and..... I hope to see you there," he added the last part with his usual shy, but warm, smile, praying the boy wouldn't sit next to him right now, while the memory of his foolishness still burned fresh in Taka's head. He knew he had to lighten the mood, "And let me warn you, if anything happens to any of my notes, or any of the scrolls for that matter, I won't hesitate to kick your butt!" he gave a forced laugh and studied the lines in the desk again.
With a long sigh of relief, the boy listened to the girl introduce herself, cleverly leaving out the heritage to her doujutsu. He wouldn't push the fact, some people just didn't care to discuss something like that. He gave a genuine smile, though it was more of relief from the girl giving Takami an excuse to turn away from Fudou then anything else, and spoke freely, opening his mouth before he even started to try and think about what he wanted to say. "Sakurayuki, that's such a pretty name," his smile growing more into one of relief from not saying anything too stupid. He also noticed Yae walk up to them out of the corner of his eye, she seemed to be waiting for them to finish talking before she spoke. "It's very nice to meet you, Yuki," adding her nickname at the end, trying to make his comment more personal, "And as I've already told you, I'm Hyuuga Takami, but I prefer to be called Taka!" he said, and then turning to Yae, seeming to be the encouragement she needed, beginning on an apology, the color draining from his face the longer she talked. "Is she really apologizing to me? No, she can't be, she didn't do anything overly wrong, I'm the one who needs to apologize," his eyes made way to the floor, then meeting with those of the black haired girl. "I think we need to talk, but maybe we should do it just with a bit more privacy," he put his arm behind him, pushing himself off of his seat, and making way to the back corner of the classroom, turning to wait for Yae.
"I- I'm really sorry," he started the apology, remember the words of the Senju, his left index finger making way to his bottom lip again, "I know that we both" he stopped on that word to give it emphasis, "were in fault today. I just wish that my stupidy didn't have to be taken out on you in such a.... loud way, I hope that this never happens again, and I'll do anything to make it up to you," he didn't think this apology would work, his words bringing the red to his face again. "It's just that I- I've never had many friends, so my social skills are kind of rusty, I just hope that you don't hate me, because you seem like such a smart girl!" he finished his apology with bow, and coming up, he went to give her a hug, but then decided against it, not knowing whether she'd hit him or what. He quickly turned, and made way towards his desk, studying the teacher as he sat down. He would probably start soon, and the boy had finally gotten the apology off of his chest, making his attitude a bit more... cheery. The boy quickly turned to look towards his waist, and grabbed another pencil from his thigh pouch, after noticing that his old one was suddenly missing, and with a smile on his face, the boy waiting for the lesson, deciding that the day seemed to be finally turning around.
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LuvMonke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 2:42 pm
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For a brief moment he just sat there staring at the sprawled mass of flesh and bone before him He wasn't disturbed or frightened by what he sawed, merely curious as to how such a thing had come to be. He wasn't quite sure what he'd done wrong as of yet but whatever his error was, it had been a doozy. After all, he was pretty sure some of his finger were bending in directions nature hadn't intended. Interesting pattern though, and he had to admit it's resemblance to the traditional Japanese menace was uncanny.
[Roll = 1d10 + -1 = 7 - 1 = 6 (Fail #3) ]
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Description: Kuuya must now learn, memorize and execute the 12 handseals, with the outmost perfection.
Formula: 1d20 + int mod = 1d10 + -1
DC: 12 (So I can be rewarded with ability points.)
Roll Required for success: 13 or above
Total attempts: 9
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 3:06 pm
Manabu Ko
Hearing the words of Sakura-chan and whitehaired boy, he gripped the area around his vest that were close to his heart and stumbled a few steps back. He looked at them both as they walked into the academy a few moments later. "What just happend?" he thought to himself, he was sort of stunned but could still nod when Fudou-chan told him that he was heading back inside. "Have I been so ignorant?" he scratched his chin as he looked at the academy doors. "I guess the real nature of a shinobi can be frightful to some.. But there are other ways to this life.. Other ways.." with that he sighed and let his head hang low before he stepped into the hallway. He cleared his throut a couple of times before he entered the classroom. A smile and nod was offerd to the students already there, before he took a seat at his desk and remained there - greeting the students that came later with an "Hello".
((When everyone is seated smile )
His gaze went around the attending student "Okay, everyone is here! Now! Before we begin this next lesson.. I would like to remind you all that.." he gazed up at the ceiling ".. This place is for your training." he looked forward straight into the empty space infront of him, if a student sat there - he/she would know that he didn't reffer directly towards them. ".. Period, and you should strive to make it a temple for your training. Not pelude it with ANYTHING that could interfer with this outmost focus that is needed for the best result." he took a few secounds to look at each student before he turned around and began walking to the blackboard.
"Today," he started writing the beginning to "Ninjutsu" " We will talk about the diffrence between Ninjutsu and Genjutsu." the blackboard now had the words"Ninjutsu" and "Genjutsu" with a gap between them. He then explained the two terms. In a awesome way. And then it was lesson two time. ((Will fill in later! Please don't hate me! Too tierd!))
"Now!" he stepped infront of his desk and leaned back against it, with his arms crossed over his chest. "We will walk down the hall to a storage room, together, where a bunch of cloaks are stacked away, we will each grab one and then make our way outside. There we will start with the jutsu, called "Kakuremino No Jutsu". It is very handy when you are in need to disapear for a while. What you do is you infuse chakra into the fabric and draw the surronding colors and patterns into the cloth - resulting in a form of invisibility. When we begin the exercise - we will walk as a group and try it out together, and then you can split off if you'd like and practice it by yourself or in groups. But first, as a group, okay?" he gave everyone a nod and gestured with his arm that everyone should proceed down the hall. When the students had walked out, Ko went up to Hamasaki-chan and explained that he needed to finish his handseals before he could join the others. But before he left him, he gave him a quick tip: "try peforming outrageous hand placements. It might make other parts to the real seals easier to learn."
((+3 to your next roll, Luv))
Kakuremino no Jutsu (Cloak of Invisibility Technique)
Description: This Jutsu is where one uses a cloak or a piece of cloth to make oneself blend in with the background, interpreting oneself invisible. While a student should use a cloak/cloth that fits with their environment, chakra can be used to enhance the effect but it can not make up for using the wrong camouflage. In this exorcise the students will demonstrate their ability to blend in to various surroundings using their cloaks/cloths.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Stealth
Train: 0/10
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LuvMonke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 3:33 pm
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For quite sometime Kuuya had been isolated from everyone else either by distance or lack of direct interaction. He was intensely focused in his task, no matter how easy he had thought it was, and wasn't really too concerned with his surroundings. That's not to say he was completely oblivious to his surrounds, on some level he recognized that he was no longer alone in the room, but he was so involved in his exercise that nothing short of direct confrontation would attract his attention. This seemed somewhat odd for him, being a curious boy by nature but when he got nose deep into a problem it was hard for outside distraction to get to him until he'd either finished his task or gave it up for the moment.
However the pain of his latest failure and the hushed silence proceeding the sensei's lecture finally broke him from his trance. He looked up to see what he'd heard and felt before, that his fellow students had returned to the classroom from wherever it was they'd been. Now was not the time for conversation, and the tentacle monster were hands used to be made shaking or bowing more difficult than it usually was. So he simply sat up in his chair, making himself more comfortable for the speech he felt was coming.
As Manabu-sensei waxed and waned on the uses and differences between genjutsu and ninjutsu, he was quietly trying to extract his fingers from the mess he had made of them. He made little progress, even with the advice he'd received from Sensei once the lecture was over. He sighed, releasing his pent up frustration with his breathe of air, and then began to tackle the problem with renewed gusto.
[Roll = 1d10 + -1 = 3 - 1 = 2 (Fail #4) ]
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Description: Kuuya must now learn, memorize and execute the 12 handseals, with the outmost perfection.
Formula: 1d20 + int mod = 1d10 + -1 + Advice Bonus (3)
DC: 12 (So I can be rewarded with ability points.)
Roll Required for success: 10 or above
Total attempts: 10
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LuvMonke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 3:35 pm
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However gusto wasn't everything. Although he attacked his problem again and again with increasing ferocity and speed, he was getting nowhere. His hands were still stuck together, and his fingertips were beginning to grow pale from lack of proper blood flow. It was only after his efforts were beginning to wind him, for as of yet he did not have the best of constitutions, that he stopped his futile gestures. Obviously trashing around wasn't working, and slowly tugged at his hands hoping to free a finger or two was unsuccessful as well even when he 'used exaggerated finger motions'. He needed to change his tactics, to approach the problem from a new angle. But which angle to choose? There were so many after all.
[Roll = 1d10 + -1 = 5 - 1 = 4 (Fail #5) ]
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Description: Kuuya must now learn, memorize and execute the 12 handseals, with the outmost perfection.
Formula: 1d20 + int mod = 1d10 + -1
DC: 12 (So I can be rewarded with ability points.)
Roll Required for success: 13 or above
Total attempts: 11
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LuvMonke rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 3:45 pm
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He decided to just pick a new approach at random and hope for the best. The first idea to pop into his head was to simply reverse the motions and maneuvers that had gotten him into this situation. It sounded simple enough, slow and steady but sure to get a good ending result. There was only one real problem with that option, he didn't quite remember what motions had gotten his hands tangled up in the first place. He'd been a bit too cocky and flashy in his initial attempt of the seal, and his hands had blurred a bit in a way he felt would accomplish his goals. Either he hadn't had the dexterity, speed or know how for such showy hand seal formation or he'd once again misunderstood what it was he needed to do. Regardless of his state of mind, he couldn't rightly recall how he'd got into this mess and as such that method of extraction was blocked to him.
[Roll = 1d10 + -1 = 2 - 1 = 1 (Fail #6) ]
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Description: Kuuya must now learn, memorize and execute the 12 handseals, with the outmost perfection.
Formula: 1d20 + int mod = 1d10 + -1
DC: 12 (So I can be rewarded with ability points.)
Roll Required for success: 13 or above
Total attempts: 12
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 3:48 pm
Yae nodded, getting up and following the boy to a remote corner of the class. She was glad to talk away from the others. Frankly it was none of their business what was said between the two. In fact, if she had known the Hyuuga would suggest a more private conversation she would have saved her apology for now.
She honestly didn't know why he was apologizing to her. His offense had been minimal. But whatever, it was water under the bridge now. Last time Yae had coaxed that kind of reaction out of a student they ran straight to the sensei, prompting her swift removal from that class. Clearly this boy was a good sport. Yae found herself respecting him a little because of that. The fact that he had called her smart didn't hurt either.
Yae quickly returned the bow, if only for the sake of politeness. Her brow raised when he sort of swiveled in place. For a moment it looked like he was actually going to hug her.
He's all right, for a weirdo. Was he seriously going to hug me though? After what I said?
She took her seat again as Ko-sensei started addressing the class. The difference between ninjutsu and genjutsu? Did it get any more basic than that? Yae rested her cheek on her palm, her eyes half-open. The sensei actually started drawing the two words on the blackboard on separate ends. Was a diagram really necessary?
Sleep would have overtaken Yae, had she not noticed the two newcomers.
The blonde stood out more. His hands seemed to be shaking meticulously as he formed a seal. On top of that he was muttering to himself. Overall he seemed sort of odd, dorky even. But he was focused on the task at hand, and Yae could respect that.
The other had black hair and glasses. He seemed pretty unremarkable. He too was working on hand seals, but seemed to be struggling. His approach was too fast, and clumsy. It was beginning to annoy her. When his hands got tangled together she couldn't sit quietly and watch anymore.
"Listen, new kid. If you don't slow down you're going to hurt yourself. Just take your time like the other guy..." She motioned toward the blonde kid, once she had Kuuya's attention.
[+1 to Kuuya's next roll]
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 3:50 pm
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Kakuremino no Jutsu (Cloak of Invisibility Technique)
Description: This Jutsu is where one uses a cloak or a piece of
cloth to make oneself blend in with the background, interpreting
oneself invisible. While a student should use a cloak/cloth that fits
with their environment, chakra can be used to enhance the effect
but it can not make up for using the wrong camouflage. In this
exorcise the students will demonstrate their ability to blend in to
various surroundings using their cloaks/cloths.
DC: 12 (I raised it to train my stealth stat >o>)
Formula: 1d20 + Stealth (2)
Train: 0/10
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:20 pm
Just because water conforms does not mean it is any lesser an element. Akeru was last in line to enter the classroom, for he ushered Amaya-chan in before him and since the Chuunin instructor was already beginning the lesson, he did not bother with any distracting greetings. He slipped into a seat on the back of the classroom, his nodachi resting against his shoulder as he listened to his technical-sempai begin the lecture. It was rather uncomfortable, since the seats were designed for small bodies. Sitting sideways helped, and since he took a back seat, there will be no issues in the case of a fire drill.
As the Chuunin went on and on, his mind zoned off, and golden eyes slowly lowered. He had almost forgotten about the normalcy of an Academy. It was indeed almost too nice to listen to the drone of an instructor's voice after all the hectic events that transpired early afternoon. As the children went to fetch the supplies for the next lesson, Akeru remained in his seat, one hand lightly propping up his cheek, closing his eyes and simply accustoming to the atmosphere. § U c h i h a A k e r u
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:49 pm
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Once she caught up to Akeru, Amaya followed him until they reached the classroom; which really wasn’t even a considerable distance. The child was let it first and she shot a smile up at the young man before she went and found a seat, not by anyone this time. She was still somewhat irritated with the people around her, so it was nice to have a little bit of room to herself. As the lecture began, the girl’s legs folded up into the chair with her as if by instinct. It was a terrible habit that her mother had tried tirelessly to break, but with no success so far. As she became comfortable, the girl rested her chin on her knee and tilted her head slightly trying to focus on the lesson. It was pretty basic information, so she wasn’t concerned about it, but she also needed to pay attention because if she had a question at home her parents couldn’t help her. However, the young girl now understood why it was so common to see Academy students skipping class and running around the village as they pleased: once you began working with exercises the lectures were somewhat difficult to handle. Then again, they would all be worth it someday.
It was exciting for the black haired Keiji that she was going to move onto another assignment so soon. Presumably this would lead to the end of the school day and she could work on all the extra credit assignments that were scribbled down in her scroll. While she did want to kind of spring forth and begin, there were also people around and she had drawn herself back in even further with this particular crowd. It felt like some of the tension had dissipated, a lot of it honestly, which was nice but she wasn’t ready to be open with her peers. As the students filed out, Amaya took her spot behind them all. Before she left the room she looked to the back of the room and smiled at Akeru, but his eyes were closed; so she slipped out the door to follow the crowd.
No sooner had she turned the corner out of the door did she find a chest in her face. Without time to react, Amaya was sent to the ground as she slid slightly on her back. Startled, the girl sat up quickly, using her hands to prop herself up, to see Taka kneeling in front of her. Man, this boy really was a bit of a wreck, wasn’t he? No matter, it seemed to be an honest mistake with how much he panicked. This was going to be a good chance for the child to work on her people skills…or she could just flee back into the classroom. Resisting the urge of hiding in the room, the girl only took the boys hand after standing up so that she could help him instead. He had sent her to the ground with just bumping into her and she didn’t want to be yanked into the air. She was on the petite side of the spectrum. Amaya gave Taka a gentle smile as she gave a gentle pull to try and help him, though he was on his knees so he shouldn’t need any help. ”I’m perfectly alright, Taka-san, but you should look where you’re walking or next time you’ll run into someone much larger than myself.” The girl wasn’t reprimanding her classmate, no, she was trying to open a door. ”I know your name from earlier introductions, but I haven’t had a chance to tell you my name. I am Keiji Amaya. I believe this is the first day for both of us.” The black haired girl was proud of her attempt to speak with another human being. It was definitely a step up from fleeing.
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