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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:03 pm
Inechi Shironaegi  Hp: 40 / 40 Cp: 39 / 48 MHp: 44 / 44 "Shiro, you should move around 5 milimeters to the right, or blur the cloak's edges with your chakra before you fade away behind to the cloak. Otherwise, I really can't see you at all. You're doing great!" she answered. That was a good sign, shiro felt like he was doing good work bit he could feel the start of fatigue setting in. All this chakra usage was taking it's toll on him. He wasn't too concerned as, the day was almost over and he could get a snack, and eat before heading home. That way he'd regain some energy on the way home. Pushing those thoughts from his mind, the boy refocused on his training, moving what he assumed was 5 millimeters like Sakurayuki had suggested.Shiro felt like his adjustment was good, and was confident in his ability to match the wall now. To make sure he stopped his chakra flow momentarily to allow the cloth to return to normal. Then he let his chakra flow back through the fibers of the cloth and reformed the segment of wall that he was standing in front off."Hey Yuki-chan why don't you come over here and give it a try."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: 11
Formula: 1d20 + Stealth (1) + 1 [Yuki]
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:23 pm
Just because water conforms does not mean it is any lesser an element. He chewed on his lower lip as she cleaned the injury with care: he did not bite to break the skin, but hard enough so he did not unwittingly hiss out at the stinging sensation and startle her more than he already had. Her touch was careful, as if dealing with fragile glass, small fingers just barely ghosting about what of his arm he can still feel sensations well enough with. It was an almost an entrancing sight to see: bright crimson against pale white skin, the snowy color almost making the blood and angry gash stand out even better. But the color of the blood didn't hold his attention, his watchful gaze remaining for the whole time on her.
As she prepared the second strip of gauze, he continued watching silently. She was carefully methodical in her procedure... Probably to take her mind off the situation, or thinking hard of how to do something she probably had never done before...or perhaps even a little of both.
He paused at her words. Slowly, he raised his good hand, his nodachi left long forgotten on the ground, and lightly, very gingerly, he rested his hand on the top of her head. An action like that of an adult, but yet also like the consolation offered by a child. And just like that, he took his good hand away again, letting it rest to his side. He still said nothing, leaning back against the wall, and lowered his golden eyes.
The next words came unexpectedly.
"You could live peacefully."
It was a simple statement, but the truth in the words held hurt. She was from a civilian family, wasn't she... She was not obliged to become a shinobi by familial ties alone. She, unlike him, could be free. To live in a brighter, happier world.
Effect: +5 to Amaya § U c h i h a A k e r u
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 7:39 pm
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The young girl froze when she felt the weight of the man’s hand on her head. Her bangs were pushed down over her eyes as she lifted them to his, slightly veiling her vision. There wasn’t anything to read in his face, but she could see that he was coming to his senses. It was nice to think that he would eventually be back to normal even if that wasn’t something she could guarantee. Amaya offered him one of her soft, gentle smiles as Akeru reclaimed his head and the child averted her eyes back to the task at hand. As she looked over the arm, she was glad to see that she had actually done a very good job considering her lack of experience. The blood was cleaned up and the black haired girl could confidently say that she had done a sufficient job until the male Uchiha was able to seek proper medical assistance later; which she would see to that he did if that is what it took.
You could live peacefully. Akeru’s statement was quiet and it almost seemed as if a hint of jealousy dragged along the coat tails of the words. However, the young girl also reminded herself that she couldn’t possibly fathom what it was like to be from a clan. She was from a small family; a very small family. She was the eldest of the children. She had no cousins to compete with. There were very few expectations in reference to her future. She came from loving, understanding parents who emphasized that the world was hers to do with it what she pleased. However, the life of a civilian was not all happy sunshine and rainbows.
Amaya thought over his statement as she gently riffled through the medical kit. She knew she had seen an antibacterial goo in there somewhere. This was kept in her house at all times. Four boys equated to a lot of cuts and scrapes. They also ensured that the house was never clean enough to warrant going without it; which hadn’t been the case when Amaya was their age. Then again, it was far easier to watch over one small child instead of four who refused to sync their nap times. Even with having to reel her thoughts back in from her brothers, for the countless time that day, Amaya extracted a round lidded container from the metal box. She had let Akeru’s wrist go, the child had placed his hand on his knee so that she could easily access it again, when he had taken his good hand off of her head but before he had made any statement so that she could gather what she needed.
With a swift motion, Amaya twisted the cap so that it loosened enough for her to open it. She had a lot of practice with things like this. Then, since she wasn’t about to go sticking her hand in his wound or around it, the child pulled out one of the wooden popsicle sticks that littered the box. They were in various bags and mini-kits, so it wasn’t difficult to locate one. The young girl liberally scooped out a glob of the clear topical medicine and put the jar on the ground, setting the lid on top but not screwing it down in case she needed it later. Once more, the child gently grabbed the young man’s wrist so that she could raise the wound to the level that would be easiest to work with and not hurt him any further.
The Keiji placed the majority of the gunk at the tip of the wound, figuring it would be easiest to spread it from that point. She wasn’t about to pack his gash with the stuff, she didn’t know if that was something that she was supposed to do or not, but she was going to surround the wound with the antibacterial so that it would further fend off infection since it would probably be difficult to get Akeru to the hospital any time soon. Plus, there was no such thing as too many preventative measures. The girl used the stick to carefully push the thick, clear substance around the edges of the cut without actually getting it inside the wound where it would poke it; the medicine of the popsicle stick. It was also as she worked that she was able to focus and talk. ”You are both right and wrong, Akeru-san.” Amaya was no longer using her authoritative tone with the young man since it seemed that he succumbed to her will and was going to sit there and cooperate with her unknowledgeable treatment. ”I could live my life in relative peace with my family and stay in the civilian sector. I could happily continue my life tending to my brothers and assisting my father in the shop, but that peace is a lie.” Her voice was quiet and thoughtful, requiring attention. The girl continued to smooth out the medication around the slash. ”Civilians have the liberty of living blind; not realizing how the world around them is constantly shifting, changing; most of them quite happy ignoring this fact. However, it is once one realizes that there is a veil over their eyes that peace vanishes.” There had been little hints along the way that had shown the world to Amaya in bits and pieces. She didn’t understand it and she was far from knowing all about it, but it was enough to open her eyes. ”It is then that you realize that there is nothing you can do as a civilian to protect what you love and influence the world in a manner that best suits your intentions. Once you see this there is no peace for you until there is peace in the world and, as we both know, the world is run by shinobi.” Amaya paused momentarily; was she really saying this to him? Akeru probably had this figured out long ago. ”Because I am from a civilian family I have the opportunity to look the other way and live my life ignorant, but that is not peace. Peace is not an option for me until I guarantee peace for those whom I love.” She probably sounded a fool. No matter, she was just going to continue treating the man.
Treat Injury
Description: A serious incident has happened! Amaya is in need of medical gauze. The first aid kits should be in the supply closet which held the Kakuremino cloaks.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Treat Injury (+0)
Attempts: 3
Train: 3/10
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 8:57 pm
Just because water conforms does not mean it is any lesser an element. "Did you ever read the fairytale about the Sage of the Six Paths?"
It was a sudden question. One that he did not expect her to answer.
He paused there then, thinking of how to describe the story.
"The first leader of the shinobi world... Had very idealistic views. His two children were idealistic too. But his sons...the brothers had very different ways of seeing the world..."
"The elder brother believed peace was a lie... That there was only passion, which gave strength. That through strength, power is found. That through power, victory is attained. And as eternally victorious...nothing would ever be able to chain him again. Even if it meant to utilize violence freely in carving the pathway to his own peace."
"The younger brother believed in serenity. That emotion was destructive, for progress can only be made in harmony. That with harmony, knowledge can be gained, and ignorance conquered: and with that, chaos...even death...becomes powerless."
"Their father believed peace was a world where everyone could learn to love each other. The elder brother believed peace was a world where there is unceasing order. The younger brother believed peace was a world where humans would use to the fullest their short lives. The one trait that family shared was the desire for peace...and the opening of the Pandora's Box."
"No. There is no real peace..." His voice trailed off and he slowly shook his head. "As long as power runs in blood, there will only be misery for all."
Bitterly, he added.
"It would've been better if the Six Paths Sage never existed. Perhaps humans would have found a more efficient way to wipe themselves out many eons ago. In desiring to help a society, he and his children only ended up warping that society to what it is today."
Effect: +5 to Amaya § U c h i h a A k e r u
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 9:01 pm
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Amaya listened intently as the young man recalled the story of the Six Paths Sage. It was one that she was not familiar with; one that she had never been told when she was younger. Because of this she soaked in the few details that she was offered. Then again, Akeru couldn’t have known that she was unfamiliar with the story. It was his opinion afterwards that caught her though. It was…dark, to say the very best of it. Everything sank in as she kept her eyes on the wound, still tending to it in the same manner as before. She was slow and deliberate with her work. Dealing with something as sensitive as this meant that she needed to be cautious; especially since she had no training in the medical field. However, the small child stopped almost abruptly. Her pause was evident, even though she tried to play it off. Amaya removed the antibacterial’s lid again and took some more goo, deciding that there wasn’t enough on one side of the wound to suit her.
Almost as soon as the Keiji began applying the medicine, she stopped and looked up at the man in front of her. ”Akeru-san,” She was quiet, especially so since she was slightly embarrassed. ”Will you please tell me more about the story. I have never heard it before.” There, she admitted it. Her eyes quickly darted back down to her work as she resumed her work and hoped that there would be stories involved. Then again, he might just laugh at her for being so ignorant; he had been acting strangely, after all. What was that all about? He had been perfectly fine until he woke up from his nap. Maybe it was something that he was dreaming about that he upset him as much. Amaya had been known to have very vivid dreams before, though not to that extent, so she could somewhat understand if that was the case. However, that also brought her back to the image of Akeru’s swinging his nodachi as her throat. That had been the most terrifying moment of her life, thankfully, and it concerned her greatly. It was not the “I could have died” that scared her, it was the fact that she didn’t see anything before that. Everything had been fine and then it was suddenly there, looming down on her and threatening to take everything away from her. Then she looked intently as the wound, still working slowly as she did. This gash on the Uchiha’s arm could have easily been across her pale skin; the blood running down and soaking her clothes, staining her flesh. With a hard blink of her eyes, the child wiped the vision from her consciousness. She had work to do. However, for now on whenever she would look at the wound on his arm she would have to remember to be thankful for what he did…and what he didn’t do.
Treat Injury
Description: A serious incident has happened! Amaya is in need of medical gauze. The first aid kits should be in the supply closet which held the Kakuremino cloaks.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Treat Injury (+0)
Attempts: 4
Train: 4/10
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:15 pm
Just because water conforms does not mean it is any lesser an element. If he had been surprised by her admission that she was unfamiliar with the shinobi legend, his strangely calm demeanor betrayed nothing. He had expected it... The rash decision of this child to join the shinobi world, the parents were probably against such a choice. Otherwise, why keep hidden one of the most famous tales that preludes the darkness in their society?
Where now...to begin...?
"The Sage of the Six Paths... He had a special power. One that he was able to unlock after he reached enlightenment. People...called it the divine gift. Rinnegan, the origin of bloodlimits. They believed the Sage was given this gift by the heavens in order to protect them. With his gift, the Sage tamed monsters that terrorized the people. With his power, he was even able to imprison the greatest monster of them all: the natural anomaly called the Juubi."
"The Sage travelled far and wide. He taught people with the capacity how to use the energy in their bodies. Those people...became the first shinobi. But the Sage grew old and neared death. Before he died... He called his children to appear before him. He asked them to tell him their ideals."
"The father...found that the younger son's ideals better suited his own. He did not like his eldest's war-like tendencies. And so, before he died... He left the new society he founded to his younger son. The elder brother, consumed by rage and hatred for his own sibling for receiving their father's blessing...desired his own brother's life."
"Even after the brothers themselves passed on, their children inherited power. Generations later, the children and children's children of the brothers continued what their forefathers begun against each other..."
He paused.
"Before this village was founded... The brothers' children faced each other on the battlefields again. The elder brother's descendants of that time...were the Uchiha. The younger brother's descendants were the Senju. Both had their own allies too. Friends, or others they have conquered and bent to their will. After many battles, the brothers' children grew tired of war, and made a proposal to each other. A peace treaty. An opportunity to live together. Perhaps, they will become stronger together than they were separate. That was how Konohagakure came to be..."
"But... Creating a village was only to play house. The act of creating a shinobi village together...was to keep a closer watch on each other. To balance powers with older shinobi villages to "uphold the peace", that too, was a lie. The Uchiha wanted Konoha to be the only shinobi village of the world while the Senju wanted to keep a closer watch over their old enemies."
A small, unbemused smile curved his lips.
"The peace treaty did not last long of course. Before long, the brothers' children threatened to destroy not only each other but the rest of the village. Many lives were destroyed... This would go on... For countless years...until both clans were almost decimated."
"Today, Konoha allowed us to rebuild...only because it is convenient. We're important to her because of the Sage's blood that gave us certain abilities. In the terms of weapon assets, the Sage's children were her priority. All the other men and women whom gave their lives...meant nothing to her."
He stopped, before his gaze sharply met hers.
"But Amaya-chan... Konoha is also afraid of us: rightfully so because she is our plaything."
He paused.
"Living as a civilian does not mean living ignorant. It means you won't become a shogi piece in an ancient game between aristocrats. If you become a shinobi...to be used as a weapon, and to never become the most treasured piece...if it means you would never truly become important to this village...is that fine with you? This path, it is so easy to lose yourself...one day you might find yourself in a pit, and no one would be waiting to offer you the hand to pull you out."
Because two families begun the madness, they were obligated.
Because the other families helped the children of the brothers, they also were obligated.
But she...she was not bound yet.
He laughed then: a cold, saddened laugh.
"The Damiyo of this country hates his own village, because he is frightened of people who aren't even truly people anymore. And doesn't he have good reason to? When there's only patchwork humans left...like me..."
More quietly, he whispered.
"I boasted I could become a good teacher... And now, look at me... I have...let you see something frightening..."
Effect: +5 to Amaya § U c h i h a A k e r u
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 2:48 pm
❧ When the Hyuuga boy had left more than an hour ago, Harusame had taken to meditating by the ruined floor, her intensive blue gaze no longer surveying the dummy that was now irrevocably embedded into the floor. It was good that no one else had come to disturb her since then: in time, her mood gradually improved. As much as she hated sitting in silence, the old geezers were actually right about this aspect, that meditation did calm the spirit.
When she finally left the third floor, she did not bother sweeping up the splintered pieces in the dojo: her stomach had rumbled, alerting her to the pangs of hunger that complimented only having three energy bars for a meal before. She wondered to herself where she should go for dinner. The estate won't be serving meals until much later in the evening, so as many residing clansmen as possible would be able to access the dining halls during the hours of service. Until then, she probably should pick up something else to eat in the village... Dango seemed like a good idea, and when she passed several stands along the way to the Academy, she saw there was one that sold fried rice balls. It made a delicious snack and there was no worry about consuming so unhealthy a food either for her: she'll work it off easily enough.
Before she was ready to leave the Academy, she thought of looking for the little Hyuuga. She was curious not only of how he progressed along the afternoon lesson...but she also wondered what could the Academy be teaching for the rest of the day. There weren't the sensation of multiple small chakra signatures in the direction of the classroom - just a large one which she assumed to be Akeru's - so she directed herself to the courtyard. When she peeked in, sure enough she saw two groups of students practicing together in pair of twos - the foul-mouthed girl from earlier was there too - but the Hyuuga boy wasn't present.
There was this one boy who all was by himself. Her eyes took in the sight of the cloaks and lifting one hand, she lightly rubbed the back of her head. Kakuremino huh? A fairly troublesome lesson. She never liked group work, they were so time-consuming. Not to mention it was also troublesome whenever there was an odd divide.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 5:09 pm
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The small child listened intently as she continued on with her task. It was a story mainly of the two brothers. Yes, while the father was the one who created the shinobi, it was the sons who developed the culture itself. Not only had the beginning of the world of the ninja a mystery to her, but she also wasn’t aware of the origins of the bloodline limits. She listened to the man’s great life and his staggering accomplishments, wondering how someone with such obvious ideals could raise two with minds so completely opposing one another. Then again, each person was born with their own personality; so it couldn’t be helped. It was as she finished dressing the wound with ointment that Akeru transitioned into the application of the story to their lives.
Well, her life. Amaya understood that since she had no bloodline limit that she wasn’t subjected to the standards and the expectations that loomed over the heads of the great families of Konoha. There wasn’t any magnificent battle, daring feat, or great accomplishment that she had to live up to; to compete with. To sweeten the deal, she also didn’t have to fight against the bad blood, the naysayers, or the black sheep of the family name. No, she was from an inconspicuous civilian family and it had suited her well, that was for certain. It had given her a chance to develop her own mind about things without having the way of the family being forced on her. However, there were also downsides to being from a civilian family. No one would look at her and see great potential. They would dismiss her hard work for a member of a clan who worked almost as hard. Even if she did manage something great the light would shine down on the closest bloodline shinobi. Then again, that was alright; Amaya didn’t need the spotlight to make something great happen.
The black haired child was drawn back at that sound of her name. She listen closely, taking in every word that the man let slip. Amaya pondered the questions as Akeru continued on. The child looked at him through that same veil of lashes and bangs as he laughed, but she turned her attention back the slowly progressing first aid project at hand. The Keiji tried to understand what he meant when he said that he was a patchwork human, but the meaning didn’t quite come to her. One of the disadvantages of youth she assumed. Then, the Uchiha went back to being ashamed. It was amazing how much the two of them could bounce back and forth with conversation; the child also wondered why the considerably older young man entertained her companionship. Then again, she wasn’t going to fight it.
”Akeru-san, what you say is true for the most part; but I do disagree with you on some. Shinobi are weapons because they choose to be. Since fighting over everything has become such a pivotal way of life there are few who understand resolution without it any more. These men and women are pawns because they want to be. They want something to fight for and to have companions with that same goal. If someone is in need of other to accomplish what they desire then their only options are to lead or to act as a pawn and follow. There are only so many who can be leaders in this world.” With was with that the small girl placed the popsicle stick on top of the jar of ointment and began laying pads made of thick gauze on the lid of the metal first aid box in neat, orderly rows and columns. Amaya began to speak again as she went about her work. ”That being said, there are those who fight to end fighting and who initiate war to create peace. I feel that their methods are flawed, but they are what is available and that is why people follow. The world suffers from a lack of people who think for themselves anymore.” The child had tried to discuss these issues with adults around the shop, but they mostly patted her on the head and said that she didn’t understand the way of the world. That, or they would tell her to stop hanging around so many hippies. ”As for your question; yes, I would be alright with that. I don’t need any light to create an impact. I can see on my own because I am my own light, even if others won’t see me that way. I will change the world in their shadows if I must.” In all actuality, Amaya intended to be one of those leaders someday. No, she wasn’t going to go off the reservation and start some deranged cult; but she did plan on leading something or another.
The child wasn’t going to acknowledge the incident that occurred, she didn’t know quite how to approach that yet even though Akeru had opened the door wide. Asking him about it while she patched his arm probably wasn’t the best idea. Patch! There was something she could continue with. ”Akeru-san, what do you mean when you refer to yourself as a patchwork human?” Hopefully that was inquisitive enough and not completely ridiculous; for all she knew it was a common expression that had just flown over her head.
Treat Injury
Description: A serious incident has happened! Amaya is in need of medical gauze. The first aid kits should be in the supply closet which held the Kakuremino cloaks.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Treat Injury (+0)
Attempts: 5
Train: 5/10
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Stained Class King rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 5:47 pm
The kakuremino was proving to be much easier than Yae remembered. Just yesterday she had struggled with it in the classroom. She was having trouble understanding this; it should have been harder outside. For one the sunlight would make flaws more obvious, or so she assumed. And the wind could prove troublesome by moving the fabric, though that didn't seem to be much of a problem today. At any rate she didn't question her success, but rather took it in stride. A rather cocky stride. Her wide grinned was visible in quick intervals as she raised and lowered the cloak. Now Yae wanted to know just how fast she could go into hiding.
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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: 15
Formula: 1d20 + Stealth (5)
Train: 6/10 (abridging, due to a roll of 20)
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Cleric Saphire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 7:08 pm
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Taking the offer, Yuki stode over to the wall, right next to where Shiro was and held up her own cloak as well, attempting the jutsu. She hadn't noticed it, but working with the chakra had seemed to increase her chakra pool by a certain amount. What would have now tired her to the point of nausea was now easily achievable. It must have been all the practicing with the chakra molding and such. She didn't realize it just then, but it seemed that everyone else had received the same effect to their chakra. Taking that small point to note, she did the jutsu, doing the same thing she had seen Shiro do just a while ago. It seemed to work pretty well, and Sakura was content with the results, although it did seem a little unstable at first.
Letting down the corners of the cloth, she scratched her head a bit and jumped up to the top of the wall, sitting there and relaxing in the warm sun. She was soon sobered by the thoughts of those fighting in the war even now, like their sensei that had been summoned to the front lines.
"Shiro-kun..." she murmured softly. "Do you think he'll be ok? You know, our sensei..." Looking off to the clear blue sky, she tried to imagine those Jōnin and their sensei in a battlefield, but as much as she tried, it wouldn't work, with the deceptively calm sky expanding across the vicinity, the sun's rays shining on everyone.
How could bad things happen in such a bright and sunny day?
Quote: 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 exercise the students will demonstrate their ability to blend in to various surroundings using their cloaks/cloths. DC: 12 Formula: 1d20 + Stealth (1) Attempts:11 Train: 7/10 I'm sorry Tai, I didn't think life would be this stressful. I'll try to post regularly like before now and not lag behind anymore.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2012 9:24 pm
Just because water conforms does not mean it is any lesser an element. She would keep walking simply because she was her own light? And the conviction in her eyes... The look was not of someone who would even consider to look the other way. Not that he would ever accuse her of any future deviation, given that already this child had done what no other would be able to do.
The look in his own eyes was startled: after all, he was only even as much as who he was today only because of the many people who guided him in his life. But this child's eyes held the conviction of someone who could look the other way, and turn the other cheek... The ideals of the royal family that never quite became fruitful reality...did live on in this girl... Was this proof, after all...that the first of all shinobi made the right choice to pick his younger son? No matter the war that would rage between siblings...and then blood-kin...for so many endless generations...?
His eyes lowered. If this was something the Sage saw... He thinks, perhaps, even he too can understand, if only just a little, why guaranteeing the ones like her...would be so precious... But her next question made his blood flow coldly. Carefully, so he did not frighten her with the suppressed traces of rage, expressionlessly, he replied with a flat tone:
"Because if I didn't choose the path of an eseinin, I would have done what I could to watch this village burn."
It was a statement almost resembling calm.
Malice sings strongly in the blood of the treacherous elder Rikudo brother: and he as a distant child was no exception, because, in one manner of looking, it was the village's shortsightedness that painted his once black and white view of the world with red. The village had not done what a state should do, to protect its citizens...to protect him. Right now, the last remnants of reassurances...connections to the past...still bind him to this village. There was no such connection existing now between him and Oto, and thus, even if something was to occur today, he could serve Konoha without regrets. But the people whom mattered in Konoha...were becoming fewer in number by the day...
"They should've known better than to breed our kind again."
The bitterness in that melancholic note was so prevalent, that it filled the air.
Effect: +5 to Amaya § U c h i h a A k e r u
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Homicidal Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 18 (1-20)
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Since she had finished surrounding the wound with ointment, it was time for the small Keiji to move onto another step in bandaging the gaping wound on Akeru’s arm. Then again, the young girl didn’t know what those steps were supposed to be, so she was just going to guess and check. There really was no other way to do this. However, that didn’t mean that she was going to be careless and thoughtless. No, she was going to take her time and make sense of each of her actions. This was another person’s arm she was dealing with here. Amaya didn’t want to go prodding around inside the gash with a popsicle stick to smear the ointment around, that would be just rude. But that brought up an issue for the child. Amaya wanted to cover the entirety of the wound in order to protect from infection until he got it healed, which he would be doing, so the child was going to have to be a little bit creative.
It was like a light bulb went off inside of her head. As Akeru kept talking, Amaya picked up the gauze pads that she had laid out one by one and began applying a liberal amount of ointment to each; though she wasn’t mounding the goo on top of the pads. The man’s voice changed. It lacked emotion or influence, so it was obvious that he was trying suppress something that he didn’t want her to see. Then again, there seemed to be a lot of that going on at this point in time. It didn’t bother the child; it was none of her business and she understood that quite clearly. This also meant that she wasn’t caught off guard by his short answer. However, the bitterness in the man’s next statement weighed on her chest and she looked up at him through the thick black lines that partially concealed her eyes. As if his hatred for the shinobi lifestyle wasn’t apparent it was sure out in the open now. Then again, Amaya appreciated his honesty even if they didn’t see eye to eye.
”Just remember, Akeru-san, hindsight is 20/20.”
That was one thing that did bother the small child. Akeru was incredibly critical of people who didn’t know any better at the time. Instead of seeking a solution he was slandering the past and casting blame. Then again, that was something common in the youth in the modern era; she counted Akeru as a youth even though he was considerably her senior in every aspect of life. That would be an interesting tangent to get him on. That is, if she could get him to rant.
”What solution would you propose since shinobi have been bred? What are we to do now?”
Treat Injury
Description: A serious incident has happened! Amaya is in need of medical gauze. The first aid kits should be in the supply closet which held the Kakuremino cloaks.
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Treat Injury (+0)
Attempts: 6
Train: 6/10
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:36 am
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Anhouri rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 11:38 am
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2 - 1 + 0 = 1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬  ღ The boy started his next lap with thoughts of his future still swirling in his head, he had never admitted it before to himself, but today was the day to discuss it, even if it was himself. His mind drifted slowly away into his consciousness, and suddenly the boy was four again, sitting on his father's lap at the dojo, watching some of the older kids practicing the Hyuuga's secret techniques, and listening to his father's commentary of them, as the two did every weekend when his father wasn't busy running the shop. 'Too sloppy, too fast, too slow, or not even close,' Takami listened to his father, after each kid tried the technique. His dad was getting visibly angry that none of the kids seemed to be even trying to improve, knowing his dad was very passionate about learning and held great honor for the Hyuuga clan. Eyes shining, Takami starred up at his dad with respect, soaking in all of the comments his dad was saying, knowing one day it would be him practicing the techniques on the wooden floors, with his dad watching him in the stands. He didn't want to disappoint his dad when it was him. He didn't his dad to think of him as 'Too sloppy' or 'Too slow' or even 'Too fast.' "Daddy, you're so smart," the younger Hyuuga said.The elder of the two looked down to his son, closing his eyes, a big smile crossing his face. The man picked his son up by his shoulder and lifted him so that Taka's ear was right at his father's lips. "Someday you'll be better at taijutsu then any of those kids out there could ever hope to be," he told his son and placed him back down on his lap, kissing the top of his head and continuing to explain what the kids were practicing, knowing now that they were learning something called Juuken Kempo Ryuu or Gentle fist. The man then looked down at his son sentimentally, "Some day you'll be better than even I could hope to be." The boy looked up just in time to make it around the first bend of the track, shaking his head to try to get himself out of the daydream.
Takami knew he didn't want to disappoint his dad. Maybe he should just learn what he was expected to learn since birth, how bad could it be? I mean the Hyuuga clan has survived for centuries using these techniques.
But then again, so many ninjas have survived for centuries learning ninjutsu as well, and then look at how many Hyuugas have risen to Hokage based on how many Senju have in comparison.
Why couldn't this just be an easy choice?
Takami reached the two-hundred meter mark, looking directly at the ground in front of him, the sound of his sandals against the ground being the only thing tying to him to the world around him from the world inside his head. He closed his eyes slowly, but it was enough for him to trip over a rock in the path and tumble into a roll, scrapping his knees and elbow along the way. "Dammit, I ripped the bandages on my arm," the boy studied himself, finding some blood resting on shallow scraps on each of his knees as well as the ripped bandage on his upper left arm from some scrapes he had already had. The boy steadily got up and made his way over to the side of the track, sitting down in the soft grass of the academy, examining his wounds, apply slight pressure to make sure that nothing was broken, and gladly enough nothing was, though his left knee seemed bruised. He looked around for someone around to help him over toward the academy to get some anti-bacterial cream on his cuts, but no one was around to help. The boy tried to get up, but the pain was still fresh in his legs, and the boy plopped back down onto his back to allow the pain to subside, knowing that he could probably finish his laps if he gave himself some time, since his injuries could barely even be considered 'injuries.' He just needed another minute or two, and then the boy put his arms behind his back and slowly made his way to his feet, walking back towards the two-hundred meter mark he passed just a few minutes ago.
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Running Laps
DC: 10
Formula: 1d20 + Con mod (0)
Train: 6/10
Attempts: 6
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 12:39 pm
Just because water conforms does not mean it is any lesser an element. By now, it was as almost as if he did not notice her quiet proceedings about tending to his injury. After the initial pain had faded away to a dull, throbbing thump, it was quite easy to ignore the existence of the wound. Sometimes, he could almost agree with the other eseinin on the theory that because shinobi were constantly injured, something psychologically changed in their minds to better tolerate ruinous amounts of pain.
His eyes were trained on her hands as she worked, taking note of what she made do of typical First Aid procedure even without him telling her anything. By the uncertainty of her touch, he supposed it was a fair guess to believe that while she was versed in common First Aid, she wasn't familiar for deeper injuries. But she made do quite well, and so, he found no need to correct her.
"I don't." He replied shortly. "The easiest solution is a government who carefully monitors its citizens. Even that much state action is enough, but then, there will always be citizens who behave as the death-row prisoners last summer did, claiming a government has bypassed its boundaries and tightened control too far."
He was referring to the ones executed by the Juugodaime-regent and the Council.
"People simply never learn from history."
Effect: +5 to Amaya § U c h i h a A k e r u
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