Sanji did not make any further comment as he followed this stranger across the grounds and to a semi-secluded bench, far enough to safeguard against any eavesdropping, but public enough not to seem suspicious. It spoke to this woman’s intelligence that she would consider these things, even more so if her intent was… not good.
He chuckled as the newcomer lit up a cigarette of her own. His own cigarette, lit seemingly only seconds before, was already burned all the way down to it’s filter. He flicked the still-glowing cigarette butt off to his left, towards the forest. It landed in the grass and fizzled out against the evening dew.
”You know those things will kill you…” he said, in a somewhat friendlier-tone. Perhaps he had just needed a cigarette to calm his nerves, and by relation, his anger. In any case, he seemed more receptive to what this lady was offering, if still put off by her general… vibe.
As she continued speaking, he reached into his pocket, retrieving another slender white cigarette, and placed it between his lips. As the lady finished her comment about injuring his “ego”, Sanji held up a finger with his left hand, signalling the woman to pause her speech.
Sanji waited for the woman to finish speaking, if she chose to, and moments later, with the other hand he fired three more shots, and lit the cigarette with the steaming barrel.
”First of all, ******** you. Continue…” he said, the lit end of the cigarette bouncing lightly with the movements of his lips. His hands were now busy polishing the blackened remains of the cigarette from the silver barrel of his weapon. He grunted periodically to signal that he was paying attention, though his eyes were focused on his work.
He did not interrupt, retrieving a third cigarette and lighting it in much the same way as the first two when she was finally finished.
The sound of the shots echoed, filling the silence in the conversation as he seemed to mull things over for a handful of seconds before he spoke again, after even the echoes faded into silence.
”See? You should open with these things? You really shoot yourself in the foot in negotiations with the commanding and insulting and s**t, you know? ‘Turns people off to your message. Something to think about…”
He paused to take a long drag from his cigarette, already half gone. He blew out the smoke.
”You’re looking for someone to shoot people. Open with that next time. That’s how negotiations start. If you want to recruit an army, you have no actually not be a total b***h to people when you make your first impression. Not a lot of people like a tyrant… and less want to submit themselves to one. This is basic s**t.”
He took another long drag, finishing the third cigarette. He dropped the but and stamped it out under a heavily-buckled boot. He looked back up, finally meeting her gaze.
”Now as for your offer…” He paused for a moment, perhaps to build suspense.
”Counteroffer. I’ll take the money and the supplies. You can stick the training up your a**, and if you try to make me do something I don’t want to do, I’ll shoot you and go back to doing what the ******** I want. What I always do.”
Another pause as he retrieved and lit cigarette number four. Gunshots. Echoes. Sanji continued.
”Aside from that minor detail? Sure. You have people who need killing, and I happen to be an expert in the field, and with lead to spare. I will shoot people for you… why not…? As long as the price is right and it’s not too much of a pain in my a**… Sounds fun.”
He shrugged his shoulders, taking a draw.
”As long as you don’t get any ideas about being my boss or anything. I am self-employed. A freelance people-shooter. Very good at what I do, and worth every penny… and not someone to cross… I work for me, not you…”
He paused for another moment, drawing his cigarette and stowing his gun.
”...Agreed?
While Sanji had very little in the way of kind thoughts about this woman, the prospect of being paid and supplied by someone to do what he was already fully intending to do was too much of a deal to pass up. While he had no intentions of submitting himself to whatever ******** up authoritarian power structure this woman seemed to be trying to build, if she was willing to pay him to kill people for her, and not be too much of a pain in his a**, he was willing to do it, at least for now.
She could be dealt with later if this gig got old. What was one more body?
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2022 8:55 pm
Sevan Kailash Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Wind [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 04 ) | DEF: ( 08 ) INT: ( 08 ) | RSV: ( 02 ) | SPR: ( 02 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 05 ) | RACT: ( 05 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ She was actually rather surprised that this gruff and angry individual had become so willing to listen, never mind actually consider, her offer to recruit him into her army. Of course he immediately stated a counter offer, to which she leaned back a little upon the table, leaning on her free hand as she drew out another drag of the cigarette between her lips. The gunshots of his constant relights of new cigarettes were not even jarring to her at this point, frankly she was surprised that the male managed to chain smoke through so many of them in a matter of a few minutes, especially as fast as he was going about it. His counter offer though, was a curious thing, of course he would immediately turn down any form of training and what not, he was obviously a man of pride. So much so that it was practically a sin, yet what he was asking for was pretty well and pointed. He wanted to be exactly what she was asking for, but essentially be a mercenary and not a soldier under her thumb. As expected of this male who practically screamed out the phrase 'I follow no one's orders!' with his every smoke filled breath. Releasing the lung full of smoke that she had inhaled, Sevan casually removed the cigarette butt from her mouth and pressed it firmly onto the table that she was seated upon. "Lets do one final counter offer to your counter then, and make this s**t official, yeah?" She says as she reached towards a small scroll like container at her waist and withdraws from it a single sheet of paper, as well as a senbon needle. Placing the paper upon the table, she removes a pen from one of her pockets and begins casually scratching lines out that were written upon the paperwork, as she scanned through the page itself. It was clearly some form of contract, but she was not openly explaining what it was until she had finally reached the bottom. "You're getting an adequate supply of both money, and materials to which you may require for and during field work. Optional training, if you want an excuse to use a gun range or anything of the like instead of a battle zone.. " She casually writes in the occasional word or phrase as she spoke, directly over the crossed out portions she had removed originally with the pen. "You are by no means required to adhere to any military guidelines you do not have interest in following. Nor will you be required to follow any orders made by anyone else, other than myself. Addendum; my orders are not to be anything more than the direction of a place and, or, target to which you point your weapons at. With my only expectation of you being that you follow through with the mission assigned, through whatever means you decide are necessary." She says, while writing in a few more words, and crossing a few missed statements out that would go against what she was saying out loud. She raises the pen to her lips and taps against it, while raising her fiery red and orange gaze to look upon Sanji as she does so. "Obviously, you're not required to actually consider yourself under anyone's command, including my own, although agreeing to that particular term will guarantee my entire militant might in backing you up, as one of my own, should you encounter a problem that your guns alone cannot solve. Whether that be in, or outside of, an assigned mission.." She says after a moment's pause in order to gauge the male's reaction to what she had said so far. She hadn't changed the male's own offer all too much, but it was certainly a tad bit more specific than just 'I shoot people that I'm point at' which was what it sounded like he wanted. "As far as payment and supplies goes, the basic sum of money granted to all those who sign this contact is already written, as you can see.. Otherwise, I've jotted down a few odds and ends things which include bulk metal resources, actual ammunition, firearms by request, and any other basic needs that may become required can be directly requested through me, and will be provided to you. You'll be paid in monthly installments during the course of the contact's term. As well as before any mission assigned to you." She says while jotting down the list of resources that will be given to him, along with the general line of accepting an agreed payment for the missions up front, when a mission is given to him to take care of. "Last thing then, You're free to assemble your own squad, regiment, whatever you need to. All of which are capable of using our training facilities and gaining basic gear from our armories.. Although you will be leading this group, and paying them however you wish to in kind. Naturally the pay for a mission will be adjusted, upon receiving your group's information.. If you agree with all that then, sign and stamp your thumb at the bottom of this page after reading it over." She says with a grin forming across her lips, her pen hitting the paper once again at the bottom and signing her name before she used the senbon to p***k her thumb and place it right beside it, leaving a nice little bloody thumb print on the page itself.
Once this was all set and done, and she had placed the paper on the table in order to allow Sanji to look it over and make his final decision, Sevan casually turned her gaze towards the shadow masked form that was another academy student with an obviously much more skillful base within the stealth and assassination front, or at least that was what it seemed to her. If it wasn't for the fact that she had noticed the subtle movements around them when she was speaking to Sanji and listening to him, as well as the obvious edge that most academy students would get from the repeated shots of a gun into the air in order to light his countless cigarettes, she may not even have noticed him at all. Her fiery red and orange eyes settled upon the black clad ninja's form as a smile once again crept upon her face. "Since you're paying attention to what's going on over here, I could use a character like you in my forces as well.. Whenever you've got your situations taken care of, and decide to come looking for a job you specifically could handle.. Come and find me. Sevan Kailash, of Federation's Hidden Wind Village.. We can write up a contact for you too, and get you right into the action you want." She says while staring directly at the male's shadowed form, before turning her head back to look at the progress that was happening with this contact signing in front of her. It would appear that she had come to the right place at the right time today, two good minions at once? This was a lucky day for sure!
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Sanji did not interrupt, even as his cigarette burned out and was discarded, as he listened to Sevan respond with her own set of terms. He listened carefully, trying hard to keep track of what she offered, what she required, and how her wording could be applied. He was liking what he was hearing, so far.
When she finished her spiel and handed him the physical contract, he began to look over it, his eyes darting over the page hungrily, looking for mistakes, looking for loopholes (for either himself or for her to exploit). It seemed straight forward.
He would work for her as a soldier on a per-mission basis, with all the money and supplies he could need, and nobody but her to tell him what to do. And her only job was to tell her where his bullets were going, which was little enough. They had to go somewhere.
He could handle his mission how he wanted, as long as it was completed, and could form his own squad to do it. Sanji was excited about this part.
He read it over three times, before looking back up, not showing any of his thoughts on his face, regarding Sevan for a long moment before finally speaking.
”s**t, that’s a deal and a half. Bet.”
With this, he bit his own thumb until it bled, placing his thumb upon the page, and quickly signing his name, his script fully illegible.
This was a good turn for him. He needed this.
”Well, guess I better get going. Tell my poor mum and all. You know where to find me.”
With this, and without another word, Sanji began to make his way out of the grounds of the academy, and back to hidden steel, where he could prepare for the new life ahead.
He had hated this lady at first, but she was slowly growing on him. He figured a boatload of her hard-earned cash would help to better his opinion.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2022 12:26 pm
Saizo Hidden Gears(/???)
As Saizo made his carefully-treaded path through the grounds, he made an effort to note every figure he could see. Everyone here was a potential target, and any information he could gather could one day be useful in his work. This was standard procedure for one of his training. Every detail could be important, so no detail was to be missed.
It was said that a finished Silencer’s memory was like a vault, their eyes as sharp as a hawk. They missed nothing. They forgot nothing. Saizo’s own memory was not so perfected, but he was not finished either. He had trained for a long time, and would continue to train for quite some time before he could be used to his fullest potential, and given the rank Silencer. While he was a proficient assassin, a true Silencer was death itself, unseen and unstoppable.
As Saizo approached a clearing, he noted a pair of figures locked in what seemed to be some sort of negotiation. Saizo could not hear the context, but the male figure seemed to be of wavering animation, near-whispering at some times, and yelling as if ready to fire his weapon at others.
The male did fire his weapon. Many times. Saizo did not react or flinch, such reactions long ago trained out of him. Instead he began to slowly creep into the shadows, a bit closer to the conversation. If visual information was important, this sort of information could be vital. He could not miss it, if he could avoid doing so. An unknown fact could mean failure. He would not risk failure.
He listened to the conversation, the pair finally coming into hearing range from his place among the shadows of the fading light, near-invisible. They seemed to be discussing the terms of some sort of contract, the female figure (much calmer in her demeanor, if no less threatening) seemed to be the “hiring” figure in this instance, attempting to recruit this gun-wielding maniac into some sort of military service.
This was very interesting indeed. The kind of information he needed.
The male seemed to have been unhappy with the original terms of the contract, and had supposedly had a counteroffer, which was met with a counteroffer from the female in turn. He listened as the female went over the terms of the contract.
She was offering large-but-undefined amounts of money, something Saizo had little interest in. He had no need for money, and did not personally had never monetary payment for his work. Favors and Results were much more valuable to him.
She seemed to be offering large amounts of materials for him to use for and during his work, which was so far undefined, but seemed to be intended in that way. She offered him ammunition and weapons, military support, and large amounts of bulk metal.
What would this man need raw metal for? Something clicked in Saizo’s head. Hidden Steel. This man was a metal worker. Saizo’s eyes met the shining firearm with a renewed respect. If he was creating something so complicated out of raw materials, his skill in his craft, and knowledge of his weapons had to be quite advanced. More so than any Hidden Steel shinobi he knew of. This was definitely something to note.
More interesting was the utter lack of discipline and order that was written into this contract! The idea of such lax mission guidelines was not something Saizo had ever seen. He knew exactly what to do, when he was utilized. Every step of his mission was preplanned, if possible.
This woman was willing to offer this man nigh-unlimited money, materials, weapon, military support, and freedom to do what he wanted. All he had to do was kill when he was told to.
This idea of service was something foreign to Saizo, something he had never witnessed. He lived a very ordered life in the midst of his training, each minute of his day preplanned and executed in sequence without flaw. This was the environment in which he was most accustomed. The idea of having no direction at all was… disturbing.
Thinking about this, Saizo managed to miss an important detail, the signing of the contract. He cursed his carelessness as his attention was drawn.
He did not expect to be seen. As his cover was blown, he stood to his full height and approached to within a few paces of the woman, saluting with a fist clasped to his chest, an respectful regard he had performed since his early childhood to those who held authority over him, or those whom he respected for other reasons. A mere reflex for him now, something he did often and without thinking. This woman had seen a silencer in training, who was trying not to be seen. This was impressive, and deserving of recognition. A task few were capable of.
As the woman called out to him, introducing herself as Sevan Kailash, of the Federation, and affiliated with the Hidden Wind village. He did not expect to be offered employment with her, but had to refuse. He was unfinished, and not for hire.
”Pleasant tidings, Sevan Kailash. I am Saizo Toshimitsu. I am afraid I must decline your offer, for I am in training. Others like me may be purchased at Hidden Gears Village, if required. I bid you a pleasant evening.”
As Saizo spoke, his cadence was near-robotic in it’s pre-programmed lack of emotion, his wording itself seemingly mechanical in it’s concise, surgical precision. No word used unnecessarily, no word misplaced. There was something vaguely inhuman about his social nature, despite his fully-human appearance (or what could be seen of it).
He saluted a second time, and turned, making his way away from the pair, leaving them to their negotiations. He sensed the boy go his own way too, in the distance behind him, as the not-yet Silencer stepped back into the shadows. He would not allow himself to be seen again at the academy for some time.
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Tyrael Solomon The Light’s Chosen
There were medical shinobi all over the grounds, even now. Several stood around a tarp-covered form on the ground, speaking to each other in hushed tones as if there was no reason to hurry. The child under the tarp was dead, and the Academy was abuzz with investigation and rumors, truly a chaotic place. Among the chaos, a figure approached.
The figure was rather tall for a student, dressed immaculately in flowing robes of white and gold, long, billowing, and ornate. The wearer of the robes was a teenage bow with a shocking mop of wilver-white hair, and eyes the color of the tide in the morning. On his face he wore a placid, peaceful smile that struck a sharp contrast to the general not-peaceful nature of the area he walked in, as if he was not only alright with how this situation was playing out, but was expecting it, pleased by this turn of events. He wore the face of someone who was having a good day, unlike everyone else here.
Tyrael Solomon was having a good day. He had arrived somewhat late to the Academy, held up attending to a stranger he had met, one in need of illumination, beset by the darkness that surrounded them. Though he had not intended to stop on his way to the Academy, the call of The Light was too great to allow a passerby to dwell in darkness, robbed and helpless by the side of the road.
He had spoken to that man for some time, expounding the message of The Light to him, hearing his problems and solving those which he could, offering solace and sympathy where he couldn’t. Eventually, he had left the man there, seemingly happier than before, but with what little money The Chosen had on him, half of a shared meal, and a smile.
He had seemed receptive to the message. Tyrael Solomon, The Chosen of The Light would likely be hearing from him again, a seed waiting to grow into a devotee, when given the opportunity to grow. Through Tyrael, The Light had accrued many followers this way.
As he continued, he took time to silently thank The Light for the opportunity to spread its message. He was humbled by the great purpose he had been given, brought higher than most anyone and then made to see how low even he was. All things paled beneath The Light.
As he finally approached the Academy itself, it was with a light heart, which had, given his expression, continued even into the maelstrom of panic. While those around him were beset by a storm of panic, he alone was its eye, a spot of light in the center, carrying his light wherever he went. In this case, where he went was straight towards the body, his smile never fading or growing beyond the passive, peaceful one he currently wore. The Smile of someone enjoying a sunrise.
When he spoke, his voice was like velvet, soft and smooth, somewhat high but not unusually so. His voice was, more than anything else, quiet. It came out scant more than a whisper, audible to only those who were listening closely as he pushed his way past two stunned medical shinobi.
”I am a priest. Excuse me.”
He walked straight up to the corpse and knelt by it, uncovering the head and opening the eyes (to a gasping reaction of shock from the onlookers who were beginning to gather). He whispered his next words.
”Poor soul… Lost in darkness… Worry not, The Light has not abandoned you. We are here.”
He said the last words with a confident finality, as he place a hand on either side of the lifeless head of the dead shinobi, and began to mutter, his words imperceptibly quiet, whispered in an unknown tongue so fast that the syllables blurred into each other into a sort of rhythmic melody.
Even Tyrael could not truly understand this language, Light Speech, he had taken to calling it. It was something he spoke only ritually, when the Light shone through him.
The light around Tyrael and the corpse began to brighten, as if lit by spotlight, making everything outside of the little bright circle seem dark in comparison.
In an instant, the speech and the light ceased, and everything returned back to the way it was, save for the stunned silence that permeated the growing crowd of onlookers.
In front of everyone, Tyrael stood to his full height, smiled at everyone, extended his hand, and lit the corpse on fire. There were screams of horrified shock as medical ninja’s began to close in, drawing weapons. Tyrael held up a hand, bidding them pause, his peaceful smile never fading.
Behind him, the body lit up unnaturally fast, as if doused in some flammable substance. The flame burned so bright as to set onlookers to blinking, but went out quickly until all that remained was a blackened mass of ash, somewhat larger than the child had been.
There was a movement in the ash, a slight shifting which became more and more active untilar arm broke the charred barrier, and then another. Within a few minutes of Tyrael’s arrival, the child began to sit up, looking around in shock and confusion as medical shinigami finally rushed in, not to arrest Tyrael, but to tend to the child he had saved. Tyrael was many things, but he was no doctor.
Aside from the Medical Shinigami, everyone else was more concerned with Tyrael, crowding around him, shouting questions like “Who are you?” and “What Village are you from?” or “How did you do that” and “What was that language”. Tyrael stood in the midst of an adoring crowd, and held his hand up. Seemingly on cue, the crowd began to quiet down.
A small concrete table off to the side was quickly cleared of objects and students by the crowd, as Tyrael was led to it by his hand. He looked pleasantly hesitant, ever humble, but reluctantly accepted the request of a speech. The previously-dead shinobi seemed to have broken free of the medical attendants, and had made his way to the table to listen, seemingly unaffected from his previous status as a dead body.
Tyrael Solomon, The Chosen of The Light would be giving his first sermon here much sooner than he thought.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2022 3:41 pm
Aoi Sakakibari A Smol Moth Boy
A white moth fluttered wistfully across a path that cut through the grounds of the academy. Then another. And then another. Several dozen moths began to gather at the academy, dancing playfully before fluttering on to wherever they went, being replaced by others. Aoi had not been at the Shinobi Academy for long, seemingly only minutes, though the sun’s low position in the sky noted that night was coming, and fast. The day had been so eventful that it had seemed He had only just arrived, feet bare, excited to see what wonders this new place held.
And wonders he had found.
The day had started with what had seemed like some kind of showdown between two wealthy students, ending with one leaving in a huff. Aoi had seen this from his perch above the window, clinging to the outside, looking in whenever he thought the coast was clear.
Later, a student was murdered by a little girl, his body being tended to in the same spot it fell, even now. The little girl fled into the forest, others in hot pursuit.
Another apparently-rich person had come in some time later, firing a gun and yelling at another student, a boy with a mop of hair that hadn’t seemed happy with the introduction. They had gone outside soon thereafter, but Aoi had not followed. Something else had caught his attention.
There was a light building in the courtyard, where the young boy had fallen, as if someone had placed, and turned the wick up on, a lantern. Aoi’s attention was immediately drawn, like a moth to the flame. He clambered up onto a building, crawling low along the rooftop, and peering over the edge into the clearing. Sensing his stealthy intentions, the moths made their way back into his cloak, their home.
There was a gathering crowd surrounding the fallen boy, face covered out of respect for the dead. Standing over the boy was a taller student, bedecked in the most ornate priest’s robes that Aoi had ever seen, like the sun itself among them in white satin and gold. The light he had seen was emanating off of this man, as he whispered an incantation over the body.
Some watched out of curiosity, others tried to stop the newcomer. All gasped in shock when the body began to move, mere twitches at first, but soon growing into a kind of squirming. Not much, but impressive for the dead. Slowly, the boy, fully dead only moments before, began to revive, and sit up, looking frightened and confused at first, as if he had just come back from something he could not explain. The crowd smiled over him.
Aoi was unsure what he had just seen. Had this student… resurrected someone? If so, it was something he had never seen before. He was impressed. He watched a little closer as the crowd began to murmur in confusion, and then surprise, and then excitement, and then praise. People began to clamber towards the priest figure, as if reaching out and grasping for a miracle of their own. He held a hand up, smiling humbly.
The priest’s smile was so bright one could believe that the light came from his perfect teeth. His countenance so warm one could think it the sun itself. He regarded each member of the crowd with a warm smile, a special look just for them.
Aoi gasped as the Priest looked up to the rooftop, offering a look and smile to him. He had thought himself sufficiently hidden, but this man had seen him. Paralyzed with fear, he did not move, and the priest moved on to the next member of the crowd, seemingly unaware of the feat of observation he had just achieved.
Breaking through the general hum of the crowd was the sporadic shout of “That’s amazing!” and “He saved him!”, cheers of reverence that the priest seemed to acknowledge with uncomfortable, humble denial.
The priest did not speak until the crowd had come to demand it, their chants for a speech growing and growing until he simply had to act.
The priest held up a hand, and the crowd became quiet. Aoi felt himself hold his breath, as if trying to silence his own sounds with them
Climbing to the top of a platform bench, his own soapbox, the priest began to speak.
His voice was soft, but cutting, as if he were whispering to every person individually. It was as smooth and soft as crushed velvet, just rough enough to add to its beauty and no more. It was like the platonic ideal of voices, perfected, aspirational.
” Brothers, Sisters… Children of The Light! I am humbled by your praise, but undeserving. I have not helped this child to find his way from the darkness. It was The Light within that he followed home. His own beacon that needed only to be lit with the fires of faith unwavering!”
The crowd began to murmur with uncertainty this time, a low buzz. The priest held up his hand, waiting for the din to die down before speaking again.
” And that very same spark is within you all! Every one of you! You need only kindle it with faith into a roaring flame, a pyre on which to throw your suffering! A pyre on which to cast your own darkness!”
Some of the crowd began to nod their affirmation of the words. Others their dissent. Others still wandered off, unreceptive to the message. The one-dead boy was awe-struck and watching unmoving, as if nobody else existed.
”I am merely a conduit through which The Light may shine! Will any among you join me in the path of Light? Will any among you join me in the fight against Darkness?”
Aoi watched as the newly-reborn shinobi clambered to the front of the crowd, seemingly the first to offer his service as a fighter against the darkness.
Aoi watched as the priest laid a hand on the boy’s cheek, and began to chant, the light around them growing brighter and brighter, until it threatened to blind him, even at this distance.
When the light subsided, the once-dead boy was weeping, seemingly deeply moved by the entire experience, and others were clamboring for the same rite to be performed on them. The priest did much the same thing to a small group of others, apparently new converts to his cause, whatever it was. “Defeat the Darkness” was pretty vague, Aoi thought.
Aoi had no intention of letting this new person touch him, but he climbed down off of his rooftop, and into the crowd for a closer look, a few white moths fluttering after him.
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Hidden Night Village As Xzavior chased after the pair of new friends, a well-dressed man, wearing shades appeared, interposing himself in Xzavior’s path. Xavier paused, recognising one of the guards of his house. This one had been closeby for Xzavior’s entire life, a faithful servant as well as a friend and father figure. Remington had a grim expression, which gave Xzavior pause. The massive guard did not speak, but handed Xzavior a wax-sealed letter, bearing the Smith family crest. Xavier hastily thumbed through the wax and began to read.
Master Smith,
Your Lady Mother has taken ill, and your presence is requested. Please return from your studies at the Shinobi Academy post haste. Time is scarce. I fear she may be spending the last of it as this is written. Please do not delay.
Your Faithful Servant, Kensington
Xzavior had the letter open, read, and reread in less than 5 seconds. He stood in stunned, motionless silence for several seconds, seemingly absorbing the new information, or else calculating what it meant. Kensington’s formal tone did nothing to hide the horrific nature of this news.
He had to leave. Now.
His mother was all he had left of his family. He could not lose her. Not now.
Xzavior hadn’t even considered what that could mean regarding his own status as a Noble. These thoughts existed somewhere, but were pushed away by the frantic excitement of panic.
Xzavior practically flew as he left the academy without speaking to another person, not ceasing his travel until he had reached his homeland, and his family manor.
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Receiving dire news, Xzavior leaves the academy!
Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2022 1:34 pm
Sevan Kailash Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Wind [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 04 ) | DEF: ( 08 ) INT: ( 08 ) | RSV: ( 02 ) | SPR: ( 02 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 05 ) | RACT: ( 05 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Sevan leaned back casually as she observed Sanji read over the entire contract, keeping a clear eye on his reactions and how he was handling all the information that she had given him. It appeared that he had decided to completely accept the rather generous terms she was putting forward to him. His agreement followed by the immediate signing of the document was all the remaining information she needed. A smile forming across her lips as he began to stand up and made one last remark about his mother and all. Sevan shook her head slowly and took the contact, folding it and tucking it away back where she had gotten it from the beginning. "Yeah, you do that. You'll have a copy of the contract at your door step within the day. As well, feel free to enjoy the first payment.. Which has probably arrived in full by now." She says, while rising to her feet as well and nodding her head in Sanji's direction as he left to continue on his way to wherever he was planning to go next, whether it be home or not. Sevan's gaze soon fell upon the male assassins that she had noticed nearby only recently. As they approached, she stood up and dropped off the table's bench and onto the ground, standing at attention and peering upon the male as he saluted to her in an obvious militarized fashion. A man of her own heart already, her face was expressionless now with the sheer appearance of a general peering at their subordinates. "Greetings, Saizo Toshimitsu. Although you are declining my offer now, I shall let it stand for the mean time until you finish your training or find what you are looking for. Of course that is entirely on your whim. I do expect that you will report back to me when you're ready though.. Until then, at ease and continue to where ever you were planning to go!" She says with a slow nod of her head, before turning her fiery red and orange eyes onto the area around her once again, she hadn't seen all that much that was interesting other than these two people. So she may as well leave and continue on with her current plans of returning to her village in the mean time. She had some people to contact, and things to set up, after all.
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More than a little disappointed in the fact that Isis did not want to go with her and her friends, but it was understandable. A grin crossing Raelyn's face. "I look forward to it, Isis-chan." She would say with a very happy tone and wave her new friend off, as the smaller girl left for home and a bath. Her gaze falling on Tiamat once the Akasun is out of sight, "I am not from Hidden Leaf... what would make her think I was?" She shakes her head softly as she takes in a deep breath, and slowly releasing it. Her heart raced a million miles an hour, after that interaction. "There was also a creepy, older man that vanished we I showed up, so there is that." Once more the young Uchiha shook her head and gave a nervous laugh, "So... Tia! Ready to head out as well?" Her hand reached out to idly stroke the chin of the small, resting wyvern. "I could go with you, but it seems your new friend... Callum?... has already left us." Realyn dusted her kimono like outfit off and collected her broadsword from the ground. It was a shame to not find the killer, but making some friends was far better than nothing. Right? Her amethyst orbs closing as she once more trying to calm and steady herself. "I think... I am quite done here either way, so where would you like to go? Or should we go separate ways as well?"
It had been a moment since the Uchiha tried to even move, and the strange cat like feeling quickly left him. A sigh escaping Shun's lips as he realizes the small mistress, Isis, had left without him. "I am bored of this, Uchiha. You got me off guard, but I got you as well, so we will call this one even." He retracts the strings holding the young male in place and vanishes into the tree line, now that he had no reason to be there anymore. The silver haired fox rather annoyed at his own weakness, but there was but a single way to rectify that and it was to train himself more diligently. The young male crossing his arms over his chest as he gently rubbed his chin in ponderous thought, while walking through the more public grounds of the academy now. His golden eyes kept tabs on everyone as he walked. Surely, if that male followed him here... he would be safer in the crowd, or they could make for some collateral if the issue was really hard pressed. Either way... he would get out of it fine, after all he had to finish his training and catch up to the young mistress of the sand village.
Tiamat Doragon Academy Student[x][x][x][x]Hidden Heaven [[x][x]↽╼┬┬┬╾↝⌤↜╼┬┬┬╾⇁ [x][x]﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ SPD: ( 06 ) | STR: ( 06 ) | DEF: ( 06 ) INT: ( 03 ) | RSV: ( 06 ) | SPR: ( 03 ) [x][x]PERC: ( 04 ) | RACT: ( 07 ) [x][x]﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ Tiamat carefully observes the situation that was going on, bidding a cautious farewell to the female referred to as 'Isis-chan' by Raelyn before turning her attention back onto her new friend once again. While immediately realizing that she was being spoken to, Tiamat shakes her distracted thoughts from her head and fully focuses upon Raelyn now in order to respond to her questions. "A creepy older man? Hopefully it was not a professor or something of the like. Though intruders are equally as troublesome if they are making their way into school grounds such as this.. Yeah he left pretty quick-" She says while immediately mumbling "Thankfully.." Under her breath, and then continuing with what she was about to say. "I don't really have a destination in mind just yet, although it definitely seems like the limited schooling we could have obtained here as run it's course. If you have somewhere we need to go, we can part ways here and meet up later. Otherwise, pick a destination and we can head that way right now!" Tiamat says with a grin, while pointing behind her in the direction of the main gates that would get them out of here. They were definitely ready to go, that was for sure. Of course returning to her village would be the most beneficial, but she had been told not to return for some time due to what was going on within her village's territory, so she may as well follow her newly made friend around and see what sights they could come across that may prove interesting or at least a little fun.
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Now For the awaited destination of the Swordswoman, her Dragon and her new friend!
"I never figured it could have been a professor... I mean it still doesn't clear the creepily vanishing as soon as I showed up." Raelyn stated as she rolled her shoulders. The preteen girl looked to the sky as she thought... it seemed that Taimat seemed fine with her leading their way forward, least for now. "I have no issues with calling it a day here, and if you really do not mind then we could go be my home village. Craftsman has some nice weapons and armor... and I am a bit of a blacksmith myself." The dark haired girl flexed her arm as she also motioned to the weapon on her back, "Made it myself." A bright smile crossed her face as she bragged bout it, as blacksmithing was a family business after all.
A quick turn and she stretches, her hands aiming for the sky as she gets up on her tip toes, "We should think up a team name... my grandfather lead the Carrion Crows... so do you have an ideas or suggestions, Tai?" The tone was more playful now once more and the young Sanada drops her arms behind her as she breathed out. "Lets move out~"/ With that Raeyln walked for the entrance of the academy, and took her first real steps into being a shinobi, and now with a newly found friend in the Doragon girl and her wyvern.
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❦ Reed Hawthorne Academy Student Hidden Grass ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Health:50 | Chakra:500 Speed:5 | Strength:5 Defense:5 | Intelligence:5 Resolve:5 | Spirit:5 Perception:5 | Reaction:5 ﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ After a long journey hiking through the mountains from Hidden Stone Village, Reed has finally reached the lush green plains of Hidden Grass. He sits beneath a large bushy plant and takes a deep breath of the forest air. It's warm and humid here, a welcome change from the hot, dry air in the mountains. He reaches for a scrawled map in his pocket, unfolding the paper and flipping it around a few times before finding the proper direction."Oh, it looks like I'm right here!" he exclaims, surprised and excited to have already made it to the Shinobi Academy. This place looks like everything he has been hoping it would be, abundant with so many unique flora and fauna to explore and document. He can't wait to learn more about the life that grows here.
For now, he decides it's most important to go ahead and introduce himself to the people of Hidden Grass. If he wants to be successful in his training, he'll need help from the village. After all, he has come here on a mission to meet his father's clan, the Taiyou. Beyond that, he has been studying the Hidden Grass for some time with his father, learning how to grow seeds with chakra. Agriculture has always been important to Reed. His personal goal at Hidden Grass is to learn as much as he can from the village about living with nature and using chakra to terraform the environment around him. He has always wanted to create a peaceful sanctuary for his village, and he believes this power will help him achieve that.
It will be a lot of work, but he's determined to master the Hidden Grass techniques and use them for the benefit of all life on earth. Humanity and peace are very important to him, and now he can really make a positive change. Lost in thought, he makes his way up to the academy building when he hears a staff member call out to him "Excuse me, young man, this is a private academy." She stops him and looks carefully at his face, her eyebrow furled in dubious hesitation. "Who are you? Do I know you?" She questions him almost immediately, seemingly recognizing him from somewhere. "Actually, I'm from Hidden Stone Village. I'm looking for the Taiyou clan, my father Rowan asked me to meet with them." Reed replied to her with confidence, this conversation is something he has prepared for. He expects to face skepticism or rejection from strangers here. "Oh, you must be Reed then. Rowan asked me to keep a look out for you. I'll send word to him that you've arrived safely." She scribbles down something on a notepad in her hand, continuing "Welcome to Hidden Grass! By the way, my name is Gina." She shakes his hand firmly "I'm sure the Taiyou clan is looking forward to meeting you, there's actually another member of the clan here at the academy. His name is Sanna, he's studying in classroom 4B right now." She sends him off with a smile and a reassuring nod, pointing down the hallway. "Thank you!" He says excitedly as he rushes down the hall to the classrooms.
Reed starts to feel really hopeful about his training here. He just arrived and already he has found the Taiyou clan, and Gina is sending word to his father. His mission is almost complete, he just needs to find the classroom. As he makes his way to room 4B, he can feel a nervousness creep up on him. What if Sanna doesn't like him? What if the clan rejects him? he worries to himself. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushes open the classroom door, peeking his head around the corner to see who's inside.
Jutsu:[ N ] Seed Growth - 800 Chakra. The user forms a set of hand seals to create grass.
Made Up Jutsu: N/A
Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: 4 piercings on each ear and a left hand tattoo of astrological symbols Description: Short beard and mustache Personality: Considerate, precise, and helpful. Reed cares about details, is proud to be a good friend who's there when it counts, and helps those who are in need. Ninja way! Kindness first
❦ Reed Hawthorne Academy Student Hidden Grass ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Health:50 | Chakra:500 Speed:5 | Strength:5 Defense:5 | Intelligence:5 Resolve:5 | Spirit:5 Perception:5 | Reaction:5 ﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋ First, Reed sees a set of stairs leading up a row of desks that face the chalkboard next to the door. As his eyes follow along the row of desks, he sees a few students diligently studying and taking notes. Which one is Sanna? he wondered What does he look like? While Reed scans the room, the professor gets up from behind his desk and comes over to greet him "Hi there!" he welcomes him in "I'm professor Flores, please come in and introduce yourself." he waves him over.
Smiling brightly, Reed walks to the front of the class and clears his throat, announcing "Hi everyone! I'm Reed Hawthorne from Hidden Stone Village. I came here to become a Hidden Grass shinobi and to meet the Taiyou clan." as the students murmured among themselves quietly, one stood up and called out to Reed "Hey, I'm from the Taiyou clan, come sit over here." meeting his eyes, Reed makes his way over to the desk the student is seated at on the other side of the classroom. The student greets him "My name's Sanna, it's nice to meet you." Relieved to have found him so easily, Reed replies "Thanks, I'm happy to finally be here. It was a longer trip than I thought." Sanna looks at him confusedly "I've never been outside the village, how did you manage to travel so far by yourself?" he questions him "Actually, my dad Rowan is from here, so I already knew the way. Reed explains "I've been planning to come here for a while now, but I had to train first. My father wanted me to be ready for the shinobi academy. He's retired but he's a great shinobi, and part of the Taiyou clan. He taught me a lot about Hidden Grass techniques. I even learned how to grow grass with chakra from him." he brags proudly. It's obvious how much Reed admires his father. Sanna seems impressed, complimenting him "That's amazing, I've always wanted to travel to the other shinobi nations." Reed grins, eager to invite him to the village "You should visit Hidden Stone Village! I can show you the way. It takes a few days to get there though." Sanna takes a second to consider the idea, and hesitantly accepts "You know, I think that might be a good idea. It would be helpful to have a guide. After all, I don't know anything about the other hidden villages." Reed nods, sighing "Yeah, we'll have to train for a while though, I need to learn as much as I can from the Hidden Grass shinobi while I'm here." Sanna smiles, tilting his head "Don't worry, I can help you learn Taiyou jutsu after the academy. We have a lot of training to do here, too. We should probably go ahead and get started" Sanna looks over to the doorway. "We'll have to go down the hallway to the training gym. I can show you the way, follow me." He gets up from behind the desk and walks out of the classroom, looking back to make sure Reed is following behind.
As they reach the gymnasium, sounds of training fill the air. The clanking of weapons clashing, the thud of punching bags colliding with fists, and the grunts of exertion from each student that's working hard to push their limits. With lots of space and equipment available, this gym is a great space to train. Reed looks around for a good spot to claim. He sees a shelf full of rolled up mats and decides to head over and grab one. Laying his mat on the floor, he begins stretching out his body, focusing on one area at a time. Starting with his legs, he lunges forward on each side. Taking deep, slow breaths and relaxing his muscles, he's able to get a really good stretch. Next, he stands up tall, reaching his arms high above his head and extending his spine long and proud. Exhaling, he curves his arms down and reaches all the way to his feet. Slowly, he comes back up to center and relaxes his stance. He looks around and sees Sanna has begun his own training on the other side of the room, using some gloves to punch a training dummy.
Jutsu:[ N ] Seed Growth - 800 Chakra. The user forms a set of hand seals to create grass.
Made Up Jutsu: N/A
Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: 4 piercings on each ear and a left hand tattoo of astrological symbols Description: Short beard and mustache Personality: Considerate, precise, and helpful. Reed cares about details, is proud to be a good friend who's there when it counts, and helps those who are in need. Ninja way! Kindness first
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