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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:56 pm
As the hit sends him backwards he looked up to see him summon snakes. To reply to who he his he merely smiles. "Frankly, I don't give a damn who you are." He says as he raises his swords. However he looked to see snakes flying at him. "s**t!" He says dashing back however one snake managed to bite into his looser clothing and holding down as the other came at him. Spinning his reverse blade sword around so that the sharp blade now hit when he swung, he spun it in an arc, managing to cut off the head of the snake that held his clothes as well as part of one that got to close. As the last few came at him he pulled a small paper item and laid it upon one's head as he jumped into the air. The paper bomb he had attached then erupted as he landed on the ground. Dashing forward he merely smiled. "Your toying with me...but no matter this next move will make you want to do a little better.." He says dashing forward, his speed causing the normal human eye to be unable to keep track of him, although he was unsure about those star like eyes. "Hiten Mitsurugi Style: Kuzu Ryu Sen!" As he attacked it apperead as nine arcs formed around him. All nine were aimed at a vital point upon a person's body head, shoulders, wrists, both sides of the waist, between the legs, and the chest and the one blade looked as though it had became nine as well and if struck would kill a person easily
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:19 pm
"You know the Hiten Mitsurugi style is amazingly fast..However I am faster..."
Drago looked at him and he started to finish a set of handseals. As he was finished with the set of handseals. Drago opened his mouth.
"Giant Breakthrough!"
As he called this out the large gust of wind would come out of his gullet. The Large gust of wind would be powerful enough to blwo him away at least from his current location. Holocaust hated the thought of using the sword. However he did want to test the boys merets in a sword to sword fight. However that would have to be later. Drago only performed another set of handseals. IF you looked carefully or if you knew this technique it would appear to be a genjutsu.
"Descending Hell Technique "
However once those magic eyes were on..This technique was more than real. A large fire ball would soon come crashing down towards the boy. With the wind blowing on the technique the fire ball was coming faster than ever. Drago only let out a small smile. As he licked his lips. Now he was getting excited.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:30 pm
Due to the wind Saikou collided into a nearby tree. "Crap." He grunts as he raises his feet flipping over as he is able to stay on the tree due to his chakra. Although the feel of heat overcame him as he looked up to see a very large fire ball coming towards him. Performing a handsign as the fireball hits the tree and blows the tree into cinders.
However this was merely a ruse as he managed to create a replacement jutsu with a tree branch that had exploded and now he stood behind Holocaust sword in hand. "I know who you are, took me a minute but those eyes reminded me of it...Drago Huedini, Sannin level shinobi from Village of Magic...teh I am a fool thinking I could even touch you." He spat on the ground, his back hurt from the collision but nothing was to bad as far he could tell. "My true name is Saikou Miyanari." He says pointing his blade at the man.
"I'm the youngest of the Miyanari and I vow to surpass my family even my relative the Raikage." He says as the blade began to glow as light erupted around it. "Miyanari Style biggrin ivine Sword." Using the sunlight it reflected a burning light at Holocaust as he threw the blade forward. Using a clone jutsu, two formed, one catching the sword as the real Saikou ran forward unsheathing both of his dao sword. "Miyanari Style biggrin emonic Sword." He says his voice calm and calculating as chakra spread across the two larger blades. He used the blinding sword as a way to keep the sannin from tracking his movements with those magic eyes whilst he then he then tossed one blade into the air for the clone infront of him to grab he slid around Drago.
"Hiten Mitsurugi Ryukansen!" He says twisting the blade at Holocaust, the dao blade becoming barely seen due to the speed of the swing whilst the secound Saikou did a straight jab making sure that the angle would not stab the first Saikou himself. Whilst the third Saikou sheathed his blade the blinding light fading.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:06 am
DRago looked and he finally smiled as he grabbed one of his two of his kunais and crumbled them in his hand.
"eh..That is me..or at least part of me..Hudeni Drago..The Old part of me..The sun is bright today.."
Drago said slowly as he was glarign directly at the sun. While the boy had appeared behind him. Drago just seemed not to care...As he let the wind blow the dust out of his hand. The kunai being crushed in his hands was all part of the ploy. Drago felt the blade stab threw him. The piercing of his stomach DRago only looked and he smiled slowly as the wound started to heal around the sword as quickly as it was made.
"this is were I say game over.."
Drago looked as he waited for the dust to settle he only opened up his hands doing a set of handseals.
"Denji Genmu."
Drago looked and he stood there as the metal in the air would start to effect the nerves of his opponent. Almost trying to make him paralyized due to the amount of metal in the air and the weapons that he carried too. Drago was a tactitian there was no denying that. Drago only sat there hoping the technique worked.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 2:19 pm
"Yeah for you." States one of the copies as they puffed into smoke, revealing to be wires wrappped around the swords filled with paper bombs. They all lit up as they erupted, the explosion would cause the two dao blades to rupture that would sent sharpnel outward and into Drago.
Meanwhile the real Saikou had replaced himself with the clone who used the reverse blade sword. Now placing on the bunny hood he jumped fleeing the battle until he found himself at the docks once more. "To Village Hidden to Cloud." He states as he falls into one of the boats, exhausted. He had failed to do what he proclaimed, but he never realized the man could simply regenerate from grievous wounds. "I don't understand....even if he could heal the Demonic Sword should have atleast had some lasting damage it causes the victim to have more grievous wound.." He coughs as he feels the boat leaves. "I..am truly not strong enough yet." He says raising one shakey hand as he closes his eyes.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 4:04 pm
 Hidden SubstanceWithin the village that was known as Hidden Substance, within that single portion of Hidden Federation, things had almost returned to normal. The damage from the invasion had been all but repaired. Even the new clan, an ever present reminder of the invasion, had been accepted, for the most part. Sure, an occasional meliae would be picked on, or given the cold shoulder by others in the town. But considering all that had happened in the village, it wasn't impossible to think that some remembered, that some knew that whole affair had been no dream, or nightmare. So if that was all the bad intentions the human villagers had to the peculiar group of slime girls, that was fine. But things were possibly going to be changing. Slowly, very slowly, a bead of water formed in the middle of the floor within one of the rooms where the Kage had formerly lived. After everything that had happened, they had immediately retired, not wanting the position any longer. So, for the time being, those parts of the higher workings of Hidden Substance were empty. A replacement had yet to be chosen. A few of the rooms had been used for various purposes. One or two were used to store official documents and papers, hundreds of boxes full, stacked high enough to create walls. Others had been used for presumably private meetings, to discuss matters of utmost secrecy. Now, there was one more sign of use in those rooms. That single droplet of water grew, and over the course of several weeks, it finally reached the size of a decent puddle. It was not soaked into the carpet, nor did it evaporate. Finally, more than a month after the invasion had passed, the puddle had reached it's needed size. A light, low sound emanated from it, it sounded like a watery version of the various grumbles and mumbles someone made in the process of waking up. And sure enough, that seemed to be the case here, too. The form stretched up and took on definition, until finally, there stood Hedoro. Stood being a relative term, as there was a basic definition to her legs, but mostly from the waist down she was more or less formless. A pair of amber yellow eyes peered around her cautiously, and a third on a stalk the same color as her hair swiveled to look behind her. Her mouth formed into a huge mou, as if she were attempting to eat an entire turkey, but instead, she threw her arms up, stretching them to tremendous lengths as she yawned. Hedoro was back. Plain and simple, that was the truth. Not that vast and instinctual blob from the invasion, but more like how she had looked before. Things had changed about her, though. Now, she wasn't clad head to toe in rags, scraps of cloth and discarded garments. Now, she didn't seem ashamed of what she was. Now, she seemed... happy? "Yeah, that was a great nap! Let's see what fun I can find today, I just now it'll be a splentastic day!" Thousands of miles away, in a far off land by the name of Gaia, a far too cheerful girl felt a chill rise up her spine, as someone stole a line that seemed to be hers. Hedoro made her way out of the former Kage's office, unlocking doors rather than bursting through them, making no sign to hide her presence. She actually spotted a nameless Chuunin dropping off a box of papers and waved to them. They waved back in confusion, twin sensations of apprehension and peacefulness warring within. At some level, they still didn't trust the slime girls, and this one seemed to make the feeling worse. but she seemed so cheerful that had to be a mistake, right? From there, Hedoro left the building and just wandered the village for a while. Before,s he had relied upon her sense of non-sight, but now, she was actually seeing things! So she stopped every few moments, only to bound over to a new color and inspect it. Green grass, a red sign, the blue sky, that curious muddy color of a diaper, and the numerous colors of peoples clothes. She couldn't help it, everything was so new and wonderful! She picked up a stray doggy and gave it a big hug. It tried snapping at her, but that didn't effect her, it's jaws closed on her as easily as if she were water. Which she was, at some level. She let the doggy go, and realized she was getting hungry. Thirsty, actually, she knew she didn't actually need to eat anything. But she definitely wanted something to drink. So she began looking around for a place to get something to drink, finally settling on a tavern. She got a few looks when she came in, from tavern goers who had a little too much alcohol and remembered too much about the invasion. But that was all it was for now, just looks. She squirmed her way up to the counter, and ordered a gallon of something sweet. She got apple juice, and was just about to take her jug to an empty chair when the bartender asked her to pay. She frowned a little, then remembered, she still did have money from before, didn't she? She spit up a handful of coins. They were clean and dry, but the bartender still took them with disgust. He kept the change, too. Hedoro moved on and took a seat at an empty booth, squirming up onto the booth before settling down. Her gallon of apple juice, even though she had tried to make it last, was still gone very quickly, and she was still thirsty. So she beckoned to the waitress, and ordered three more. By the time those were gone, she felt a little better, but still a little thirsty. During that time, one of the locals who'd had a bit too much to drink stormed over to her, itching for a fight. He threw a punch, which only struck her and bounced off. She looked up at him in confusion, asking if something was wrong. He just growled that he was going to beat her to a pulp. She tried to figure out what he meant. Beat, to defeat, to triumph over. To a, to the extent of, for the express purpose of. Pulp, the solid matter left after juicing. He was going to defeat her in a contest for pulp? She grinned, saying that she loved games, what game would they be playing? He looked as confused as she had, and in his drunken state, her words redirected his avenue of attack until the two found themselves in a drinking contest. She tried explaining she didn't have a lot of money, but the other patrons were getting into it now, wanting to see her get defeated. If she was only drinking apple juice, then surely alcohol would wipe her out! The first pair of shot glasses arrived, filled with something that looked an awful lot like apple juice, but wasn't. They both drank their sin an instant. Hedoro shivered a little at the taste, the alcohol in the drink made it taste colder than it was, but not bad. The drinking contest continued until the table was covered in empty shot glasses. Finally, well over three hours later, the man had had enough, and fell over, unconscious. It took a moment for Hedoro to figure out that meant she won. She celebrated, doing a squirmy, slimy victory dance. "Now where's my pulp?" This statement very nearly got some of the others to laugh at her misunderstanding, and the bartender tossed a few of the remnants of oranges he had used in drinks from before. She accepted her prize seriously, and then decided to be on her way. She waved energetically to the patrons, and a few waved back, slowly, hesitantly. After she had been gone, some of them talked amongst themselves, wondering just what in the world had happened? After having her drinks at the tavern, Hedoro felt like doing some exploring, so she began taking turns at random within the village, climbing up the side of a random building, crawling around on the rooftops. Basically doing nothing so much as acting like a kid playing. And at some level, that was what she was doing. She had had to grow up very fast after being born, but she was actually no older than most children just entering the ninja academy. She had a lot of childhood to make up for! And perhaps that was a big part of her change, that she had gone back to what she had been like before everything began going wrong for her, before she had been captured and experimented on, mistreated. Back when she was just a child. A slime girl child, but a child nonetheless. Perhaps her near destruction and everything that had entailed had actually been a good thing for her? It seemed to have gotten rid of that bitterness and vengefulness that had dominated her life before. Maybe it had set her on the right path, at long last? Perhaps she could actually be a good person now? She certainly seemed to be taking to the role easily enough. (1575)
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:41 pm
.:Oro:.
Volcano Quote:  The environment around the mountain seemed unaware that the volcano was spewing smoke from above. The birds chirped amongst the various trees surrounding the mountain. Nothing seemed to be wrong within their world, though from what he'd seen from past volcanic activity, animals sensed when danger was near, thus they ran for their lives.
Maybe it was a good thing that the animals were at peace, that meant that there was no danger, though why? This village that was supposedly here wasn't on the maps, or not yet at least. Many questions echoed within his mind as he made his way onward, passing through a densely covered miniature forest.
As Oro furthered towards his journey to the top of the mountain, a sigh was let loose as he watched a Phoenix fly by. His eyes bulged, for he'd never seen one. This part of the land was truly curious, though there was no way he could follow the bird of legend, so it would be better if he just asked questions once he got to the village above, if it even existed.
The ground began to become more of a rocky surface as he began to elevate his climbing. Rocks began to take on the normal form of volcanic material, though some were quite hot still. Smirking, he brushed it off, making the way up the last hundred yard to the top.
The last fifty yards up the hill weren't too strenuous upon his body, though the heat was increasing as he made his way to the top. Steam vents blocked his way in several directions he attempted, though eventually he found a empty area safe enough to pass through. Grunting, his hand clasped the outer rim of what would be the top of the volcano, pulling himself the last foot, raising his head to see what lay beyond.
He blinked several times, taking in the scenery. This village was like none he'd ever seen. A complete villages built on top of a volcano, with various shinobi working upon lava techniques all over the place. Magma, it would seem, was one of the higher points of this villages techniques. Something that he hoped would help in his quest.
A pause of movement lasted for a few minutes as Oro's Uchiha eyes scanned the area, taking into consideration the power that was held within the rim of the volcano. The only expression upon his face was that of greed, "....well... its time to take whatever I can from these villagers. Hopefully they have something useful, because this was a rather long journey." At this, he leapt from the spot, landing upon the soil below.
There was still some walking to do in order to get to the village, because it was near the middle of the enclosure. There were wild animals thought to be extinct running freely upon the volcano's outer crust. This place must not have been touched by civil hands for centuries.
Silenced passed among the villagers he passed, none having seen an outsider before. Most of the people wore reddish suits, though mostly all had what Oro guessed was their village headband. It was a curious symbol upon it though, that of a hill with a rising sun behind it. It must have a preference to their beginnings, thought Oro to himself as he reached the outer parts of the village. All of the people seemed to work as one, unified, as a nation should be, though more times then not wouldn't be.
The market was rather small, having very few people who sold things, which brought Oro to wonder what they ate. Culture was always a strong point to learn from each village. That way you were educated in what was to come.
It occurred to Oro that most likely, given the fact that this village had been secluded for such a long time, maybe they wouldn't speak English. A rather slim shinobi stood off to the right of his taken path, staring at him. He figured it would be best to just introduce himself, as to not seem as a hostile, "....Hello...I'm Oro....Err...I don't know very much about this place, because it is my first visit. Do you speak english?"
A partial smirk parted the lips of the man, as he nodded to Oro, "...Yes we do speak English foreigner. You are the first to come within our walls in a great time. Most are scared off by the steam as if an eruption were to occur soon. Heh, we've got that handled though. My name is Kinnorro Suzaku. I take it you are here to learn our jutsu?"
Sighing, Oro stood his ground, giving various hand jesters as he continued the conversation, "..Yeah I'm traveling to learn all that I can in hopes of becoming something greater than myself. Any help you would give would be greatly rewarded."
Suzaku merely smirked, "Yeah... I have a few techniques I can show you. Some useful, others just small help for situations that most likely will never occur." Shrugging, he motioned for Oro to follow him, as they walked back down the path at which they had came, stopping near the outside of the volcano. Two hand signs formed as the man brought his hands about him, running them perpendicular to his body.
The ground broke forth, leaving a huge hole, though rising magma filled it instantly, not erupting, though filling to cool. It was curious how this volcano worked, though Suzaku turned to Oro with a smirk, "...This is one of the more helpful techniques I have to offer. Lets see if you yourself can do it." He said this, not knowing of the Uchiha clans eyes and how they can copy techniques.
Oro's hands went about him in the same fashion, two seals forming. The ground broke forth near where his had, though a good deal of distance away. A partial smirk lurked upon his face, though dropped as Suzaku turned towards him.
"....Well....Well... Looks like we've got a talented foreigner on our hands." Clapping, he glanced back at the finished technique.
Suzaku stared for quite some time at the work that Oro had made, then he turned back, staring at Oro, "....I've never met anyone that could completely do that technique just off of seeing it once.... Are you sure you haven't been here before?" His eyes stared inquisitively, though Oro merely stood his ground.
"No, I've never been here. It is quite the interesting surrounding to live within, but no... I have never been here." he said this, his eyes searching Suzaku for any sign of disbelief, "....Sooo you said you had more techniques that I could learn?"
Suzaku nodded to this, wondering what all he would teach the foreigner, though his attention rested upon the strangeness of the boys eyes, "...How'd you get your eyes like that? It is an interesting array of black and reds."
For a moment, Oro paused, wondering if it was okay to tell about the clan that he'd gotten the body from. It was however, evident that the man wasn't a hostile, so it wasn't all that bad to tell him a few things, just for his own benefit, "...I was born like this. I'm from the Uchiha clan. We reside in Konoha, though most of us were wiped out a long time ago. We have since made a small return, though not a very huge one." This he figured, would be a decent amount of information to serve him. He need not know everything about his eyes, though a name for starters would work.
Suzaku stared, taking in the information, "...So do your eyes have any special help, or weaknesses for them to be like that? I mean, you are definitely different then any shinobi I've ever met. Your eyes alone are weird and set you apart from others."
A sigh parted his lips as his mind worked frantically to make an excuse that wouldn't betray his abilities to the volcano shinobi, "....The eyes help with a few of our jutsu, making Genjutsu techniques, but as for anything else, there isn't too much special about them." Shrugging, he attempted to change the subject, looking into the others eyes, "So about those new techniques, I'd like to learn as much as I can, because I'm not expecting to stay here for a long period of time."
Suzaku nodded again to this information, feeling that his questions were unwelcome anymore. Slowly, he began to tap at his chin, thinking of what technique he'd teach the youth, though one came to mind as he dropped his hand.
A moment passed as the shinobi stared at Oro once more, "...I think I could show you a technique I call Exploding Object." The name spoke for itself, though the man spoke furthermore about the subject as if Oro had never heard of an exploding substance, "..In essence what the technique does, is. You seep your chakra into an object, any object at all. Then it becomes a bomb. The bomb then can be thrown and great damage can be done from it."
This conversation was beginning to irritate Oro, because he seemed to be wasting his time. He had plenty of it to spend within the village for today, though from what he'd planned; He wouldn't spend more then a day, if not a day and a half learning the jutsus.
The volcano shinobi merely stared at Oro as if he was wondering if the information had been registered. He'd given Oro quite the compliment earlier, though now he spoke to him as if he was a child. Maybe it was his body being only 17, though most likely it was because of the person thinking foreigners were quite dim, "I understand.... So can you show me exactly how this technique is accomplished?"
Suzaku nodded, rummaging through his sack for something that Oro paid no heed to. The technique had sparked a memory, one from his training with Bone in his previous life. This technique was similar to the exploding clay, though now he could make any object explode, whether it be clay or an inanimate object.
Finally, the Shinobi seemed to be satisfied with a ordinary rock that he pulled from within his sack. It appeared to be a volcanic rock that had been chipped away from the volcano itself. What had taken the boy so long to choose from whatever else he had, Oro didn't understand.
With a moment for Oro to pay attention, the ninja began. His chakra could be seen visibly from the glow as it entered the object, which glowed for a moment, before losing its glow and returning to its natural state. With a flick of his wrist, the object flew for nearly twenty yards over Oro's shoulder, whom hadn't moved.
Oro turned his head, looking towards where the object had been thrown.
Sighing, Oro watched the object blow up, leaving a rather large crater, that was again filled with the liquid magma from the volcano below. Sweat drops began to appear upon his brow as he stood, wiping it off with the sleeve of his cloak, "...That technique is rather similar to one I already know, but it is helpful." Oro said this, moving off the path to pick up a similarly sized rock to that of what Suzaku had used.
The rock formed within Oro's hand as if it were made to fit within the each crack of his now sweaty hand. As Suzaku had done, he began concentrating the energy through his hand, forcing it within the object. It was merely a seconds time before he felt the object loaded to its brink. A glance to Suzaku signaled the technique as he threw it a bit farther then Suzaku's own, watching as the explosion sent of rocks and dust. When it cleared yet another magma puddle was within place.
Suzaku frowned, staring off into the distance. This boy was stronger then he looked. He'd taken two of his strongest techniques and preformed them as if they were merely Childs play. Shaking his head, he resumed his conversation with Oro, his frown fading to his rather joyful mood, "...You've completed two of my better techniques with ease that befits a Kage. I have no doubt that you will reach your goal rather swiftly. May I ask you though, would you like to spar with me? Not to the death of course, I'm just curious at how far your power can go."
A chuckle issued from Oro as he shrugged, kneeling in a defensive stance. If a battle was what the shinobi wanted, it would be what he got. Besides, if he did any unknown jutsu, his Sharingan would help him learn it.
The columns of smoke filtered through the air from the cooling magma near their position. Nothing was said between the two as Suzaku readied himself in an odd stance that was unfamiliar to Oro, though he said nothing. This was the purpose of learning, to see the new and to interpret it within ones own training to get better.
Suzaku disappeared, reappearing above Oro, throwing his fists down in a wide arch. For what it was worth, the technique wasn't too well thought out, though Oro didn't want to make himself seem otherworldly to the people whom had never met outsiders before. A side-step left him a foot behind the shinobi as he dropped from the air.
Suzaku released his foot towards the sweeping of Oros feet, his hands now departing from each other. His body twirled in a sideways motion as he attempted to force his foot into Oros neck. The shinobi was obviously more of a taijutsu regular, for he was quite fast. However, he wasn't as fast as Oro, which was what mattered.
Oros back bent backwards as he withdrew from the kick, extending his left leg towards the mans back. So long as the shinobi refused to use Ninjutsu, he'd not use it either. Sweat drops beaded off of his head, though none were on Suzaku, which was quite odd given their elevation and the heat of the volcano around him. It would be a guess, but a good one if Oro followed through with the idea that the temperatures of the members within the volcano were significantly higher normally then others.
The wind carried Suzaku's hair as he was flat lined by Oro's kick. It wasn't a full forced kick though, which was what confused Suzaku. The boy obviously had more power then he was putting out, though how he would force him to release it was anyone’s guess. He himself was one of the best in the guild, of maybe the four stronger shinobi. Power within the village didn't come too much farther then what he'd already done. However the boy was making Childs play of his techniques and also his fighting style now. Grunting, he landed upon the ground, his hand grasping a rock as he flew forward, jumping into the air for another kick aimed at Oro's chest. The technique was meant to set himself up for the next move that he was going to attempt. The kid wouldn't be able to do this one as easily as before. Smirking, his foot was within a foot of Oro's chest.
A sigh parted his lips as he watched the man grab another rock from the ground. If he'd not seen that he'd have thought the efforts of the man were only vain. There was something coming and he knew it. Call it battle instincts or maybe even a bit of his newly attained Uchiha blood. Smirking, he switched his body with a ordinary rock so that he himself could start mimicking the already pride wounded Suzaku.
His hand scraped up a rock about the size of half his fist. The uchiha eyes read the environment watching Suzaku as he landed, slightly confused, though changing his direction. Damian smirked, staring at the man, "...You said you wanted to spar me, yet you can't even land a maneuver upon me." This was meant to force the man to do something he didn't know, though it was possible that he'd already exhausted the resources.
Suzaku returned the smirk, staring off into Oro as if he was following his soul throughout his core, "....Very well young one.... You wish to see the extent of our powers within this village?! Well you've forced me to unleash yet another of my moves. You are lucky, most don't make it past the Taijutsu"
His eyes glowed as his fist ignited with chakra. The chakra stopped coming soon afterwards, though the technique wasn't over. He tossed it into the air before him, performing three hand seals, which finished the technique for what it was worth. The bombs multiplied in mid air, flying at Oro, whom had been waiting.
Oro disappeared from within the smoke that flurried up from the attack. It was very difficult to imagine how the volcano could take repeated bombs like this upon its surface and none trigger an eruption. A smirk parted his lips as he reappeared within the air behind Suzaku. His fist already holding tight to the rock as it absorbed his energy, giving it its explosive properties that would be used within the next moments.
The rock flew before him as he formed the three hand seals, the rock multiplying into four exact replicas of itself. Each bomb flew quickly towards Suzaku, landing at his feet. Damian was astonished that he'd not moved. Hopefully he'd not killed the shinobi, because he didn't need to become a S-Ranked criminal once again.
Suzaku had figured that the boy would copy his technique with ease, though this was only part of his training. He'd taken a near close call however when the bombs exploded. It had been by chance that they exploded behind him, giving him the added lift off from his chakra filled leap. He now stood staring at the boy as he landed, smoke billowing out from the newly made pots.
Some of the previous pots where they'd opened up were done cooling though smoke still filled the air from their contents. The ground wasn't strong enough among these to step on yet, though it showed its hard shell instead of the liquid form of magma that had been there little more then 30 minutes ago. Grunting, he leapt forward, aiming his fist towards Oro's right cheek. He'd have to think of something else to do soon.
Oro felt quite satisfied with himself as he stared down his opponent. This body of his was becoming to be easier to handle, unlocking more of its potential. He'd been a Orochi for two lifetimes, which made it harder to take on the full potential of being an Uchiha. If he wanted to, his opponent had stared within his eyes way too much, he could merely put him in a Genjutsu technique, but that wouldn't serve any purpose.
Sliding upon his right heel, his fist clenched his opponents elbow, raising his left knee into Suzaku's abdomen. This served two purposes, one to get Suzaku mad enough to let loose any other technique he was withholding, the second to slow him down, or possibly stop his Taijutsu attacks.
Suzaku's muffled cry echoed as he flipped himself perpendicular out of Oros grasp. The pain within his gut intensified as moved more, strattling the ground to get his breath back, "....that hurt Oro.... You really ought not do too much damage while you are here, you might raise my comrads to fight you also. Heh...." At this, he stood to his full height once more, staring at Oro.
With a flick of his wrist, another bomb flew at Oro's feet, which meant that Oro had to leap to avoid the magma blast. Suzaku took this opportunity to take advantage of his opponent, disappearing from sight, reappearing behind him in a spiral kick.
With little effort, though more then the previous, Oro's eyes took in the situation, watching as Suzaku disappeared. A series of data sequences lurched forth within his mind, confusing him for a moment, though he ducked out of instinct. The boot soared over his head as he turned slightly, extending his fist into the gut of Suzaku once more.
He landed little more then thirty feet from his opponent, smirking at the damage he'd already done to him. It wasn't a death match, though the man was definitely taking a beating. Maybe it was cold pride for a foreigner to beat upon him, or maybe something more. However testing his limits wasn't the objective anymore. Silence expanded the distance between the two as Oro stared, waiting for the next move.
Suzaku fell to the ground with a loud thud, scraping his arm upon the volcanic rock. The boy had exhausted everything that he himself could do, all except for one technique. The technique he'd been holding back, though had little chance of defeating the Uchiha. There was definitely something behind those mysterious eyes besides what was declared by the boy.
Without bothering to get up, Suzaku forced his hand within the soil, sending his chakra through the volcanic ash that built the foundation of their village, "....lets see you dodge this boy...." The chakra went invisibly through the ground, building as it reached the ground below Oro's feet. A loud explosion filtered the area as the soil exploded, a smirk upon his face.
The unseen chakra build-up around his feet hadn't been anticipated by the eyes of his clan. It was shear experience that told him when a user put their hands into the soil, something was going to come out at some point within the ground. A leap saved him from most of the damage, though his finger was cut by a razor sharp piece of volcanic rock that came outwards at him.
A fiery shout echoed through the air as he landed, forcing his fingers into the soil. The man wasn't to his feet yet, which meant he could hit him with his own technique as done previously. The chakra flew forth through the soil, building up rather quickly below Suzaku. Within a split second the soil exploded beneath Suzaku, knocking him unconscious. A smirk parted his lips as he'd finished the spar, "fare well....."
The battle with Suzaku had risen a new liveliness within himself. It would seem that battles would produce more techniques for him then would any others. His eyes were making the learning sequence allot easier. If only he'd had these before when he was a Orochi, but then half of his matches wouldn't have been won. It was still one of the things he missed about being a Orochi. The ability to see all the way around you except for the top of ones neck, behind the eyes.
So many battles had been won with that, though now he could calculate things, he could force his opponents to teach him their techniques, without even asking. They only needed to perform it once, then he'd see it and know it. A grand gift he'd received for his death.
A few of the villagers had taken notice to the spar that had been held between him and Suzaku. Some even had a stupefied look upon their face, wondering how he'd done it. They couldn't understand how an outsider could know their techniques. One mother even grabbed her child, taking them off in an apparent run for help.
Oro didn't break his stroll as he began walking once more. The only way to find more techniques was to find another shinobi that would show him their ways, whether forcefully or willing. That was only a question of if the user was wanting to fight or merely teach. Any spars would be welcome, it would make it easier to grasp his opponents techniques.
Within his mind, Oro replayed the spar between Suzaku and himself. The shinobi had been exceptionally skilled, though most likely no stronger then the average Gennin outside of this village. Nothing must have came here to make them alarmed enough to make jutsu that would help fight off predators. How ironic was it that people could live so peaceful upon a destroying land mass?
The people definitely had to have some sort of hold upon the magma that surged beneath his feet. There was no possible way for them to live here this long without it. Plus, given that his opponents techniques had been primarily environment oriented, he guessed this was more evidence for his final solution. Only, how did they do it? This was the stuff that made kage's, the thought process, not the techniques.
Magma bubbles seeped through the ground in some areas as he furthered himself from the village. A few trees dotted the landscape further from where he was, though hardly anything lived in the current standings. It wasn't too smart to be standing this close to the magma chamber, though from what he'd seen so far, the place was as stable as if it were water in a pond.
Quite funny to think of it that way, especially since it would have to be water so hot that it would melt the skin off of your hands or even your entire body should it be consumed. He fancied himself thinking about how it would look to see a body die in that fashion. Magma overflowing them, melting them within seconds.
In the distance he could see a few people working, or that was what it seemed. Maybe this was what held the magma so tightly confined and so neatly placed that it wouldn't erupt. Or was he just fooling himself? Though why would a village stay on top of a volcano unless they were entirely sure that it wouldn't erupt? They weren't a stupid people, he'd gotten that from his last encounter.
How could no one have ran into them though? Surely they must venture outside of their volcano to get supplies needed. So many questions, yet no answers. Did they have a leader here? The ground began to stick to his feet as he walked further, the heat melting the bottoms of his boots, "....Great."
Annoyance at the ground at which he walked began to fill his inner being as he stared downwards. There had to be a way to go around without losing ones shoes every time they walked out of the house. Obviously the locals knew the trick, because they all seemed to have shoes that were perfectly intact.
Sighing, Oro let his boot fall back upon the ground as he tried to pick places to walk that were less hot. He'd have to buy a new pair of boots most likely once he got back home. Either that or kill a man, then take his boots, though that would be entirely too much work given he'd have to kill him to find out if his shoe was a big enough size, "....heh..." He grunted to himself, lurching forward.
The trouble of walking on the cooler ground had taken him quite out of the way of reaching his target, whom had became a man that was kneeling rather close to the lava as if he was inspecting it for something. This person surely would have a technique or two that he could learn, though he wasn't sure how much he could do if his boots ran down. Sooner or later, he'd have to make up a jutsu that allowed him to repair his clothing or shoes. He ran through many outfits and allot more money just buying the outfits.
The man noticed Oro walking towards him from the corner of his eye, ".....ehh....What is a foreigner doing here?" said the man, staring down at the lava as if he'd not noticed him. It would be best to not stare, as to not start a confrontation.
It took several minutes to reach the man, or what distance he could come without his shoes melting from his boots. The man had seen him some while back, from what he had seen. Why now was he ignoring his presence? Slight flecks of magma popped into the air, Oro moving agilely out of the way. His feet beginning to feel the heat from the magma chamber below.
Abruptly, the man turned, facing Oro, "What business do you have here? We are a peaceful people and we don't really take well to outsiders. So state your business so you can be gone." His face was stern as he said this, his skin a bright reddish color, which Oro guessed was because of the frequent hours near the magma.
This man wasn't as friendly as the last when it came to strangers obviously. Though he had unnoticingly given hints that at least within his lifetime there had been others who had visited this place. Why then had the word not spread throughout the country, so others may partake in the magnificence of the palace of magma. With a shrug, Oro spoke in a low tone, "....I've came here to learn jutsu. I'm studying to become a Kage, though I don't feel myself worthy of the name just yet. I've traveled far in search of every technique I could lay my hands upon and my search has lead me here.... Can you be of any assistance?"
The man stood for a moment, staring Oro down as if searching for some unwholesome part of him that would label him as a hostile. Finally, whether satisfied or just deciding to resume his work, the man turned, "...I don't take to teaching my techniques to just everyone I see."
More apt to his job then to paying attention to Oro, the man put a singular hand seal together, holding his hands out over a particularly rocky part of the crust at which they stood upon. A hole broke loose, sending a shower of magma into the air. This was what Oro had been waiting for, though it hadn't been suspected so soon.
The seal was rather easy to recreate as he forced a hole within the crust next to the mans. Another shower of magma flew into the air, depositing itself upon the banks, creating more area where Oro couldn't stand. Once completed, Oro stared at the back of the mans head, which was staring at what he'd just done, ".....I'm a fast learner.... I wouldn't take too much of your time.
The man turned towards Oro, staring him down, ".....I am not sure how you did that technique without me teaching you..... However, I will take it into account that you knew something similar, or maybe even knew the technique from some other person who created it... Sure I'll teach you... though you'll have to help me with my work for now... What is your name boy?"
Oro shuffled his feet upon the ground, staring at the ground in front of the man instead of him, "Uchiha Oro, and thank you for agreeing to help me." The bottoms of his feet were beginning to smart quite bad. He wondered if it was just because the man had lived here for so long that he could withstand the heat of standing so close.
Smiling, the man watched as Oro shuffled his feet. It appeared that the boy didn't know how to Magma walk, which was quite amusing, even if he was an outsider, "...My name is Lao Suzaku. So long as you are working, I'll show you techniques, maybe you can copy them as fast as the first, though maybe not. The faster you do the work, the faster you learn what I have to offer you."
Sighing, Oro skipped back and forth between feet, staring at the landscape. What possibly could he do for work around here? Working, however, most likely would free the person of a few more of his techniques. Hopefully he was more helpful the last, because Suzaku hadn't helped out too much.
The shuffling of feet continued as Oro began to sweat profusely. The man whom had declared his name Lao was apparently amused at the situation. He figured he'd be the same way if he knew how to keep the heat from getting to himself, but he didn't, so the joke was upon him, "....So what work will you have me do?" The rubber on the bottoms of his boots was all but gone now as he moved back and forth.
Lao smirked, watching the footwork of his newly found worker, "....Hmn.... What could I have you do? How about breaking loose some of that already hardened lava so that it can rejoin the magma chamber below. We try to keep it equal so that the land doesn't build up." As he said this, he demonstrated the hole technique, watching as the broken bits sunk down in the magma.
With mottled jesters, Oro began the work. The technique had been taught to him only about an hour ago, though it was going to help him gain more techniques. Hopefully something that would help with his heat problem. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to wear black clothes on top of a volcano. After all black did absorb heat, which made his predicament twice its load.
Sweat drained down through his clothes, heating up within them as the sweat went down. The temperatures were boiling high and getting worst with every movement of lava he'd moved. He'd already took apart a 20 yard area in both directions, however the work didn't seem enough for Lao to stop him and teach him just yet. So he slaved onward, taking the heat for what time he could.
After what seemed like an eternity of work, Lao halted Oro's work, "Well well. You are quite the worker. Thanks to you, I've completed most of my days work in just a mere thirty minutes.... So I see you're having problems with your temperature, that I can't help, BUT I can help with your shoe problem." At this he simply gestured to the molten lava oozing throughout their territory.
With slow steps, the shinobi took a step backward onto the lava.
Oro was about to leap forward to grab the shinobi, thinking he was making a suicidal attempt, though the shinobi showed no signs of pain. His eyes perceived the chakra flashing about his feet, holding him upward without being harmed by the heat. This was going to be helpful.
The observance of this technique was what helped ultimately with completing the task. Slowly, his chakra began to flow through his feet even before reaching the molten lava. His aching feet began to ease up, the feeling of blisters that had formed setting in. The technique used less chakra then that of the Water walking, just because of the fact that the lava moved less then water, however you had to use the proper amount as to not get burned from the lava.
Lao clapped his hands together at the brilliant show. This boy was quite different then any he'd ever seen. When he'd learned that technique, it had taken him four tries to complete it, but he was always a hard headed learner anyways.~
The time had passed by doing the work for Lao quite fast. A night within the village wouldn't be too bad, after all, he was getting a decent amount of techniques from the people. Lao had gave him accommodations on the promise that Oro would be there in the morning, able and early to start his laborious tasks once more. A small hut upon the edge of the village, that apparently Lao owned, was to be his shelter for the night.
It was odd, having the heat around him in a long period of time, especially since when he gazed over at the bed, it had a decent bedding to it, "....These people are machines... There is no possible way they could need blankets when it is this hot around here!?!" A sigh parted his lips as he unclasped the cloak from around his neck.
The groggy form of Oro stood silently upon the floor boards, staring at the various ornaments around the room. He'd deposited his cloak on top of a chair that sat near a decently sized bookshelf. Titles that Oro had never seen before perked his interest as he knelt, looking upon the lowest of the shelves for anything that might give him information upon the village. These people had to have came from somewhere, just as everyone else had from some time or place.
It was but a few moments later as he stood searching that he found a small scroll that held some of the past information for the village. His hand groped from his cloak, pushing it to the side as he sat, staring at the outside of the scroll.
Within the confines of the age-old parchment, there were small riddles. Whomever had written the information had been trying to keep its contents secret, though not unbreakable. It could even be that the person was just bored, wanting to place his own piece of the village stories within a format that the others hadn't. One could even go as far as to believe that maybe, the entire village wrote in these riddles. So little was known about the people and so much knowledge was stored within their peaceful culture.
How could he have left, when there was still so much potential to be awoken? The Uchiha specialized in fire techniques, so the techniques within this village were right down his alley.
The moon's light filtered through the clouded window, reminding Oro of his work for tomorrow. This was no time to be learning about the village, for this was his time to be resting. If the man was true to his word, he'd be learning some rather interesting jutsu within the next day, some eve, Oro presumed, that may be used within a battle.
So far everything he'd learned wasn't really too useful within a battle situation. However, they did open his mind to a new set of skills that he'd begin creating. Sighing, he laid back upon the bed that had been set aside for him. The night lurched from his mind as he was thrown into a night of dreams, some good others horrible, though not frightening. Nothing could frighten him, not death or anything else. So tomorrow would come, tonight would end, opportunity would rise with the sun.
A damp sweat covered Oro as he stood. The night had seemed to fly by as fast as his training the day before. The bathroom was built in equipment Oro hadn't seen before, though a rag and wash bucket were all he needed at the moment. Several minutes passed as he stood, shaving the whiskers that had accumulated within his travels. It was hard to feel completely refreshed, because as soon as he'd gotten clean, his body issued more sweat from the heat.
".....God.... I don't know how much more I can take of this... but I must learn what this village has to offer...." said Oro, grabbing his cloak, though not putting it upon himself. Today, he dressed in a more intelligent manner, donning a tight fitting tank top, along with his pants that were tied up about his knees.
It didn't take long to reach his destination since he'd been taught the Magma Walk in the previous day. It was quite helpful, especially since his boots were already ruined. Lao stood, smirking as Oro finally reached him.
"...It certainly took you long enough..." said Lao, staring at Oro's attire for the day, "I see that you've decided bulky black clothing isn't the best Idea while you are here eh? Smart move." Stretching, he glanced over his shoulder, staring at the magma for a moment before turning back to Oro, "....So I was thinking last night upon how good of a worker you were, So I've decided that I might as well teach you a move to start your day off nicely."
Oro's eyes began working in their normal fashion, intertwining data sets into probable solutions within his mind. The man evidentially would be true to his word, which was a good thing, because after doing all of the work he'd been doing, a harsh consequence would be paid for a mistake. However, he merely stared, watching as the man began his technique near the molten lava.
Lao's hands put together an intricate set of hand seals as he stood his feet firmly planted into the hot soil. At first, nothing happened, though within the moment of this thought a dragon leapt forth from the magma, soaring into a large stone. The stone melted upon impact, leaving a empty space in what was already a desolate landscape.
Oro's eyes held tight to the hand seals, focusing upon the technique as he stood. The dragon was an overwhelming sight to see leap from the magma, which was why Oro was already smirking. This technique would be useful, very useful. Stretching his arms out, Oro let loose a yawn, sucking in some air as he stood, readying himself. Lao took a step back, watching the Gennin with added interest.
The hand seals came as if he'd known them all of his life, dividing amongst the zodiac. Chakra consumption for this technique hadn't been much, though its effects were death should the attack meet its enemy. Once more a similar dragon leapt from the blazing heat, soaring into the air. It fell towards the ground nearly one hundred yards from them. Oro didn't want to give any added heat to his already scorching environment.
Upon the completion of his training, Oro decided it best for him to proceed with his quest. Though he did have time to waste, he wasted a rather lot of time. His dreams of becoming stronger than the original Orochimaru himself were almost in arm’s reach for Oro now that he had achieved an entirely new level of power. His mind and his body were now both ready for the more difficult task of life. And he was in search of those task.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 8:07 pm
 Yamai arrived in Hidden Fragment, the place that would be made the main base for his allies and himself. As he appeared in the village "You've all done well but many thing happened that was unexpected and we were not ready for unexpected guest to appear... I for one didn't think a missin nin would show up to help or a villager would help an Akatsuki member. We were overpowered once random people showed up. It saddens me but Nailo has to be killed. He can't be allowed to live and ruin future plans for the Federation... For now we need to relax now and take a break." War said as he sat down on the ground and took his mask off revealing his face.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 4:01 am
 "Well. That wasn't too much fun. None of them knew how to play all too well. Although! I got a soul, so not all was lost." She says, as she giggles and takes a seat near by Yamai. She had already changed back into her original appearance, using the Quick Change technique to get it done swiftly. But for now, she supposed they would be resting, and talking things over until they went off to secure another village some where else. Waiting for Yamai's response, she leans back and looks up at the sky that was above her, silently now.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:50 am
Joker tossed off his mask as one of his doubles went to retrieve it. He looked up and he sighed slowly as he pulled a large weapon out of his side. He tossed it on the ground and looked at it slowly.
"Kama..."
Joker scratched his head slowly. He looked as He sat down and watched as his double had been split in half. He quickly fixed His Daughter and sat there.
"Well Creepsters..It appears that we were Out muscled..Which is strange..We ahd that village for a while..then they all showed up at one time..quite a random attack..And if I do say so myself..I want ha ha ha revenge..and that means we all jump one person..each one of them..and kill them. EXCEPT for Kama..I want to kill kama myself..and that dragon..scorpion..and then I want to take his puppets and rip them a part piece by piece..while I am stabbing him constantly in the stomach..and ripping out his inerts do you understand!"
Joker slammed his fist into the ground. HE looked and he adjusted his jacket. He only stared up to the ceiling.
"But that's just the thing..I think we started to big..let's take over so villages nobody would care about..to get our name out there...Hidden Cloud was huge..that's like trying to take over leaf..except everybody..i mean everybody for some reason cares about hidden leaf...Didn't they just blow that village up..does that village ever stay down..no matter..I want them all dead..Every single last one of them..And we have to do it..cause that's what I do best..and what I do isn't very pretty hahahaaaa."
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 7:20 pm
"I guess something good came out of the attack on that village." Yamai said as Nirvana took a seat next to him. He listened to Joker as he spoke... "Your right we need to take over smaller villages... It's a good time to divide and conquer. You, Nirvana and Hurdy can all go take over a few villages while I go meet a few more people... This village will be our main base, whenever you have time come by to train. Many people don't know about this village and if we know techniques here it will be difficult for enemies entering to defeat us while we are here.
(We all should be in different clans, I call Knuckle Master)
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 12:33 pm
[Off to Jounins xD]
Nirvana giggles a little to herself, nodding towards Yamai before turning on her heel. "I've got an exam to attend. I'll meet up with you later, talk to you soon!" She says, with a twisted grin sweeping across her lips as the long black hair that enshrouded her head twisted into life long enough to move it partially from her face and reveal a single glowing silver eye. "Have fun you guys!" She says, before dashing off, within seconds vanishing with the use of a body flicker, and heading away from the area entirely.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 4:59 pm
 "Alright I guess it's time for us to split, We'll meet again once this exam is over." Yamai stood up and began walking away. It was time for Yamai to return to Hidden Masked Arts and see the process made on the changes he asked for before leaving. "Nirvana do well... Joker, I'm out. " Yamai said as disappeared from sight. "They better have my statue ready." He thought as he dashed off.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 5:51 pm
Hidden soul-
David Wesker entered the village of hidden soul, the new being of death granting anyone who wants it an alliance could make for a great abundance of bodies to develop diseases and do experiments upon. he entered waiting for the man to appear.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 8:48 pm
Drago had spent some time in Hidden Nano training with the sword smith. Giving him tokijen a nice balance of power of and understanding. Drago twirled the tokijen around slowly as he held in his palm of his hand.
"So..This is Hidden Movie huh? Never been here before..."
Drago looked around the village seeing that it was all kind of fake. He didn't hate it..he rather enjoyed something that didn't seem so tense at the moment. He didn't feel the pressure of the world coming down on him. He however couldn't find his wife. That was one thing that was starting to worry him. However she was a big girl..she could take care of herself..He knew that for a fact.
"Hmm should be fun just to explore around huh tokijen.."
Tokijen only seemed to vibrate in the case as he started to smile. He walked forward to some of the sets.
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