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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:17 pm
Has anything been happening in the guild recently?
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:42 pm
Haruhi000777 Has anything been happening in the guild recently? Cloud attacked Leaf...
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 11:51 pm
I think I already heard about that. xp
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:01 am
Cloud lost a Kage.
Cloud got a new Kage.
Cloud lost a Kage.
XD
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:08 am
I'm waiting for Dandi to reply.
Or my Angel gets approved. I didn't give it my best but I think it's ok.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:13 am
Well I think I can get my profile accepted now, I just gotta' make one last adjustment.
My custom weapons FINALLY got approved.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:15 am
Dead Chatroom thats for sure.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:17 am
UNdead chatroom?
OH ********. The King of the ********.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:19 am
I_am_Ronnel_no_Fenniksu UNdead chatroom?
OH ********. The King of the ******** class="clear"> Don't make me summon my army of zombies!!! scream
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:23 am
DON'T MAKE ME PULL OUT MAH BOOMSTICK!
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:28 am
Tell me what you think. No, this isn't done. I suggest pulling it out to a word document or something.
Chapter 31: Finals Clash!
Disclaimer: Still don’t own Naruto. Dammit.
Central Stadium
Silence reined over the stadium. Naruto glanced around, glad he had come so early in the morning, to see this place before the battles had begun, before all the people arrived. His crimson-streaked cerulean orbs turned to take in the field that he was standing in. A small smile had settled over the boy’s face. The proctors had done their level best to make sure that there was no one at an advantage over someone else.
A thin stream wound through part of the field, hidden in a marshy section. The earth firmed up for a distance, simple grass and dirt, until it changed to a bare stretch of soil, dotted with decently sized boulders similar in shape to the ones that Kakashi has trained him with, if a fair bit smaller. Another expanse of normal soil separated the boulder field from a small sandy area, which was nearly side by side with a wooded area. The Jinchuruuki had the feeling that if he was to measure the surface area of the four regions – sand, marsh, soil and boulders, and the trees, they would come up nearly equal, in balance.
There were seals ringing the top of the stadium walls that were between the field and the seats. The fledgling Seals wielder had inspected these with a curious eye – they were in advance of nearly everything he knew save for the Spirit Suppression seal that he had used on the spirit with Gaara, and the Demon Binding seal that he had learned from Ronnel. Curious, he sent a burst of wind towards the seats passing over the seals, and nodded in satisfaction as the wind was negated by some unseen wall of force.
“Oi kid, what are you doing here? Eh, Naruto?” The blonde turned around to see one of the Eternal Chuunin staring at him with curiosity in his gaze.
“Sorry sorry, figured it would be a good idea to see what this place is like before we destroy it… how often do they make this place? Seems…kind of impressive…” The Chuunin chuckled at the Gennin’s estimation and looked around.
“It is, isn’t it? Yeah, this stadium is in a state of dismantlement well over ninety percent of the time. The only time this thing isn’t a shell of itself is now, when we host the Exams. That’s when we make this place into what it is now, trying to take into account all of the people who are going to be fighting. Now go on, this place is off limits until the Exams actually begin, we can’t have one of you setting up traps ahead of your match.” The guard made shooing motions, which Naruto readily acquiesced to.
Once outside the stadium walls, Naruto leaned back and looked up at the sky. The dawn was just barely reaching out, fingers of red and gold streaking out through the clouds making for a peaceful, powerful look in the boy’s opinion.
Ne, Kyuu-sensei..
Eh? What’s up kit?
Why has no one ever tried capturing the power of the sun? There was a barking laugh from the immensely powerful demon that had been bound within the boy, making his eyebrows twitch before he heard the answer.
Because there is no one who has that kind of strength. Sure, maybe there are techniques to borrow the power of the sun, or a portion of it, but Amaterasu, the true Amaterasu and not the black fire technique of the Mangekyou Sharingan, is far beyond what any human can wield without aid of something incredible. In all my years of life, I have never heard of someone trying to harness the sun’s strength. Why?
Look through my eyes Kyuu. I don’t necessarily mean the destructive power of the sun – look at the beauty in that sunrise…if we could share that beauty with everyone…
There are those who can look at that and not see something beautiful. Not all have the tastes that you do. Naruto smiled gently before nodding and looking to the side. The comment that the Kyuubi had said had given him an idea for a new Fuuton technique, one that would be a deadly fire attack even though it was truly a Wind ability. He wouldn’t have this ready any time soon, but it was something to look forward to in the future. The blue eyed Demon Container shook himself from his musing as he grinned.
“Eh, I have time enough for food before the exams!” With that, he took off for his favorite stand within the village.
The Apartments
Ronnel woke up slowly, to a lack of feeling in his left arm and leg. He didn’t panic though – it was a sensation that he had happily become used to in the past few weeks since Anko had started sharing his room. He nudged her gently with his shoulder, a smile on his face lips.
“Whuzzat?” Her hair fell around her face. These early mornings were the only times when she didn’t have her hair bound up.
“It’s time Anko-hime. For better or worse, things are coming to a head today. The future is spread out before us, it’s time for us to choose the path the world will go down.” She stared at him blearily. A chuckle escaped the sword wielder. “Not awake yet. Ko-hime, it’s the day of the Finals. And from the position of the light of the sun on the wall, it’s already almost time for them to begin. While Naruto isn’t the first match, we do want to see the others right?” His purple haired goddess finally snapped awake and busied herself with getting ready, leaving his side. Blood flow returning to his arm and leg, the dark haired Jounin clenched his muscles to hasten the departure of the pins and needles sensation.
“Ron-kun, what are you waiting for? We’ve gotta get to the stadium!” The loyal Snake Summoner was bouncing on her feet as Ronnel pulled his day clothes on and picked up his equipment. As the two left the building, he made sure to seal the house up tight behind him – they were the last to leave.
Periodically as they went down the street, there was a slight hesitation in the shinobi’s steps. Anko didn’t mention it, knowing full well what he was doing. He hadn’t explained yet how he was doing it, but he had demonstrated it for her once since his battle against Orochimaru.
“It’s done. They’re spread out, taking up their positions. Come on.” He gripped her hand, picking her up into a bridal carry. “Shunpo.” A burst of speed, and the pair vanished from the road they were walking on.
Kage’s Box
“Sensei.”
“Jiraiya-kun. Why didn’t you show up earlier? I know Naruto-kun was looking forward to learning more seals…”
“Wish I could have. Akatsuki was stirring and I had to check on what was going on. We need to talk later.” The two older shinobi were forced to quiet down from that line of conversation as the ‘Kazekage’ arrived. Both men knew who was truly behind that face, but it was not yet time for them to move.
Che, the old fool has managed to bring the idiot in. No matter, the Edo Tensei will be enough to occupy him. “Ah, Hokage-sama, Jiraiya-san, a pleasure to see you two today.” Orochimaru had no inkling that his plan had been spoiled, that the duo beside him knew who he was. He kept the pretense up well, inflecting the mannerisms of the deceased Kage well enough to fool even the man’s own wife and children – or so he thought. Kukukuku. This will be the last day of Konohagakure. Good riddance. He settled into the seat beside Sarutobi, unaware of the tightening of that man’s muscles as his treacherous student came so close. The Snake Sannin stiffened when his former sensei suddenly stood up and moved to the front of the box. A seal began glowing as Sarutobi laid his hands on it.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Today is an auspicious day, full of promise for the future! Today, the next generation will take up arms against each other, to show their skills. Konoha’s resident seal master has worked closely with a genjutsu team to set up a special surprise that I am now revealing. At the start of each fight, you will hear music begin playing. This in no way affects you, and if you wish to you may break yourselves free simply by tapping the top of the back of your seats. The music is simply for ambiance, to enhance the fights. Listening or not is up to you. Now I turn it over to the proctor for this stage – a man who a few of our older shinobi will recognize, someone who has gained special permission to be here for this and has come out of retirement for this day. In his words, he ‘couldn’t bear to see anyone else be the brat’s final proctor’. If anyone,” the word received special stress, “attacks the proctor, they will start an international incident that no one wants.” He returned to his seat, smiling and nodding to the two people in the stands next to him. As the old Monkey Summoner sat down, two large men entered the box.
“Ah, Raikage-san, I’m glad you made it before the fights started!”
“Wouldn’t have missed it old monkey. My little sister is in this thing, and I can’t go letting her get tested like this without bearing witness myself.” Inwardly, Sarutobi was cursing to himself. The Raikage and his brother were wildcards in this equation, ones that had somehow been neglected during the planning. They had no time to pull him as-Sarutobi’s eyes widened when the man wearing eight swords twisted his fingers to form an ‘I’, the symbol that a few shinobi and kunoichi had started to use to represent the Leaf’s and Sand’s counter-invasion plan. When he winked towards Jiraiya, a few things cleared up for the old man, and he nodded slightly.
Stadium Floor
Mist cloaked the stadium floor, obscuring it from sight. Four people in the stands blinked in shock at this, while a few others narrowed their eyes, now understanding the warning against attacking the proctor. Hidden in the wings, a medic grinned with joy. From above where the Kage’s Box was, a flash of steel spun into the center of the mist. That action seemed to be a cue – the mist began fading away slowly.
In the exact center of the field was the true Kubikiri Houcho. Somehow, it had landed perfectly perpendicular to the ground around it, jutting straight upwards into the sky. Standing on the end of the hilt was a darkly clad shinobi with bandages wrapped around his face, leaving only his dark eyes showing. One hand was tensed at the man’s side, the second...wasn’t there.
“Alright you brats. I am Momochi Zabuza, proctor for the final exam. For this portion, my word is god. There is are two rules for this part of the exam. First, if I say the fight is over and you keep going, I will kill you myself. I have been authorized to do so by the Kages – they were disgusted by the actions of the brat who tried taking my name in the fight portion of the Second Exam, and have decided that such actions are not permissible. I will not give second warnings – if I say stop and you don’t, my Kubikiri Houcho will live up to its name. The second rule is this: Do no mess with my sword. It will remain here, in this spot, to indicate where the center of field. Now then. Sabaku no Gaara and Higarachi Tenten, get on down here for your fight!”
Tenten came down, a mess of nerves. She had been in the stadium for Gaara’s fight, and had seen his sand defense, and knew that she didn’t have much of a chance with her normal tactics. She stood in front of Zabuza, near his blade, the second cause of her nerves. One of the legendary blades of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist was here, and she had just been told not to touch it.
Then she focused. Getting past that sand shield would be nearly impossible for her with her weapons. With her heavy focus on weapons and lack of Ninjutsu knowledge, such a fight would have been absolutely impossible – if she had trained like Gai wanted her to. She simply wasn’t a taijutsu person, so instead had gone to the person that Gai had ended up setting her up with for learning her elemental skills. Now, she at least had a chance of beating him.
Gaara meanwhile was bored as he drifted down in front of Zabuza. His training had simply been practicing with some tactics of what to do if he couldn’t use his sand – the sand itself was a perfect defense against nearly everything, but there were a few techniques that could disable it. So he had learned some taijutsu, and one Suiton Ninjutsu just in case. Though it had surprised Baki when they found out that was his element.
The one armed man looked back and forth between the two contestants, then nodded slowly. The bandages stretched, giving the impression of a feral grin beneath that mask.
“Alright then, assuming that the pair of you are ready, get your asses into gear and go!” One leg tensed as Zabuza backflipped off of the hilt of Kubikiri, landing on the edge of a wall. He was still inside the ring of seals that formed the protective barrier, and was standing precisely on the edge only through an application of chakra to his feet.
In the field, the two combatants had immediately jumped apart. Well, Tenten had jumped backwards, leaving Gaara where he was. She tested her kunai against his barrier anyway, just to see what would happen. When the wall of sand came up, she grinned as her plan solidified in her mind. Behind it though, the sand wielder was bored. He decided that he would get the fight over with quickly, to conserve his strength for the Invasion. Sand began pooling around his feet, gathering together from his giant gourd. The boredom on his face lessened and gained a trace of irritation when Tenten pulled out one of her summoning scrolls and slid her hand across it, unleashing a torrent of metal weapons at him.
When the sand shield came back up, the Weapons Mistress immediately began charging through hand seals for the technique that she had spent a month learning. This was going to be an all or nothing attempt – against that impenetrable shield, her normal tactics would never work.
“Mud Flow River.” She spoke the words softly before her throat bulged. She hated this part, she really did. Then she began spewing mud from her mouth, creating a swirl of wet soil that shot across the gap between them towards the Sand shinobi. She hoped that she had timed the technique right.
Gaara’s protective wall of sand fell away in time for him to see the mud reach him. He was caught off guard by the attack – he hadn’t heard her shout her technique’s name out as most shinobi did, which spoke of high control on her part. Then he cursed himself. His opponent had gotten incredibly lucky here, as his own preparation to attack had actually helped her. The mud swirled around his feet, sending him sliding backwards. That wasn’t the problem though – her mud had gotten mixed in with his sand, the liquid earth robbing him of a large part of his sand stock.
The Sand ninja’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He was now officially irritated by this fight. He brought one of his arms up, mentally focusing the sand around him that wasn’t affected by the mud into three spears of the gritty material. Tenten barely had time to ‘eep’ before one of those spears shot out at her impossibly fast. Only her months of training with the speed and stamina freak duo that was her teammate and sensei allowed her to dodge the attack.
That did not mean that she was prepared for when the sand suddenly shot sideways beside her and wrapped around her arm. The added weight slowed her down enough that the second and third spears were able to catch her. Surprisingly, none of the spears actually hurt her – they just wrapped around her, sand forming into bands around her hips, the middle of her torso, and of course, her right arm where the first one had managed to catch her.
Traces of the sand from the three bands slid down to the ground underneath her, forming a small disc that picked her up and carried her towards Gaara. When she was close to him, the sand around her twisted, the sand on her hips sliding down and binding her feet together, while the sand on her right arm was split in half, with one half sliding over to her other arm. In short order, her hands were bound behind her back. The stone faced shinobi brought one of his hands up, light brown flecks forming around it to create a long claw. He pressed it against her throat while looking up to Zabuza, who was watching impassively.
The one-armed Jounin nodded once.
“The winner of the first fight is Sabaku no Gaara. Let the girl go.” The sand around her limbs flowed across her body, heading towards the point where his sand claw was pressing against her skin. Her eyes widened in shock when sand slid under her shirt from her legs, and cupped her breasts and squeezed before sliding up and out. Feeling scared and shocked, she looked up at Gaara, and nearly passed out at the smirk/glare on the shinobi’s face, as if he was daring her to do something. Finally though the sand was all gone, and she stumbled backwards quickly, before turning and sprinting through the exit, heading for the shower rooms.
The redhaired Jinchuruuki merely watched her go, one corner of his mouth turned up slightly with amusement. Then he bowed to Zabuza, who had returned to standing on his sword, and returned to the stands, to rest beside Naruto.
The blonde haired male Jinchuruuki barely had time to grin at his friend before it was time for him to come down. Zabuza was pointing at the ground in front of himself, his dark eyes locked onto the cerulean and crimson ones. Naruto grinned before leaping up onto the low wall, where the seals were. He nearly smacked into the barrier before remembering that it was there, then sheepishly rubbed his head before sprinting down the stairs. By the time he got down to where Zabuza was, Dosu was already there, cracking his neck with anticipation.
“Alright for this fight, only the first rule is in effect – when I say stop, stop or die. Hajime!” Zabuza shimmered back to his spot on the wall, watching the fight. He knew that this one would be completely one-sided and ridiculously short, unless Naruto decided to toy with his victim. Which, with the war coming, he was unlikely to do.
Naruto pushed his hat back slightly, to where he could see Dosu easily. His opponent swung his hand up and pointed at his blonde haired opponent, who raised one eyebrow curiously.
“You’re going down whiskers! Otokage-dono has given the word that you must die!” The Sound shinobi snapped his fingers. Before Naruto could wonder why the hell he did that, a loud ringing hit his overly sensitive ears, sending him reeling from pain. The Jinchuruuki clapped both hands to his ears, his eyes tearing up. That had been completely unexpected, and was unknown. Now Naruto regretted not staying to watch this guy’s fight, then he would have had some idea of how he was doing this.
A second snap sent him staggering back again, barely able to see the triumphant gleam in Dosu’s eyes. He had to figure this out now before Dosu incapacitated him like this. Naruto brought one hand away from his ears and crafted a solid wall out of his wind chakra, hoping that the invisible defense would stop whatever the Sound shinobi was using. When another snap sent him down to his knees, he knew that hadn’t worked.
Think you stupid shinobi! You’re not this weak or this stupid! How is he attacking what vector is he coming in from? Obviously it- wait. The wind…those gauntlets? Redstreaked blue orbs came up to look at the foe. The snapping fingers were a distraction. In Dosu’s other hand was a senbon needle, resting in the air just slightly away from gleaming metal that was wrapped around his arms. When Dosu snapped again, Naruto realized that the snap really was a distraction – as he snapped, the senbon struck the metal. Recovering from this fourth assault, Naruto had it figured out.
Now he knew why the solid wall of wind hadn’t worked. All that had done was actually make it easier for the soundwaves from Dosu’s arm to reach him. He had to go the reverse route –the same trick that his brother had come up with for fighting fire users. Naruto’s hands slid through an intricate chain of seals impossibly fast, thanking Ronnel’s obsession with making sure he had the different seals memorized. Just before the Oto-nin could use that damn ringing attack again, Naruto finished the chain and thrust both hands outwards.
The technique snapped into place. Two impossibly thin layers of wind chakra sprang up around Dosu, one just inside the other.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:39 am
I lubs my Kakashi. 4laugh 
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:43 am
awsome doll, waiting on my first character to get approved, this suck i hate waiting
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:44 am
Jinei Ryuu Shinigami awsome doll, waiting on my first character to get approved, this suck i hate waiting I actually have a Kakashi plushie, but i also have a Minato plushie since i love him too. mrgreen And both are next to me since they are so awesome.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:45 am
Minato is ******** awesome.
And he gave the awesome gene to his son.
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