- Accoмpanιed By: Non-Applicable
Locaтιon: Entry Gates of Kumogakure no Sato
Mood: Peaceful/Smoothly Stoic
Tнoυgнтѕ: "Quiet, surely- a peaceful calm."
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The entryway to Kumogakure no Sato- as had proved to be with the majority of such- demonstrated a constant and omnipresent serenity, despite what occurrences may or may not possibly be taking place within the village, itself, while faintly extending further, even, otherwise. In an evanescent truth, these structures held much more of reality within them than most apparently take directly into their immediate mind to lay contemplation or ponder upon. How often it seemed that village gates were given the conception of being nothing more and nothing less than their appearance- a passageway of which one may enter or resume through, or retire or depart from; simply put and plainly left. Not only did it sing clarity that these gates were commonly found between each of the many existing villages, though it also arose to become evident as time passed that they also shared interlaced opinions to be dealt unto them by the provided majority who might lay their eyes blindly upon such symbolic stature. Emptiness of thought, quiet of mind, and ignorance of heart- human nature at its peak, as is so generally speculated by the vast majority, despite their indifference. No matter the common tone, such things were understood differently by a separate individual. In the mind of another, the ever-present gates represented not only a village in entirety, but also its connection with every other existent community likened to it. These very specific gates displayed both a person's entrance and their exit- they were eternity; a link that, in the end, connected every person who strode under its majesty.
With the raise of a chin and slight extension of body, Hikaru Hiroyuki Takamori allowed a faint breath of air to depart from his being- not distanced from a sigh, though hardly extensive enough for one to classify it as such. The simple perception of this miniscule gesture allowed for eyes to gently adjust themselves to achieve a perfect position in which scenery could plainly unfold within the eye of the beholder and become no different than the work of a contemporary artist. This was simply the work of a dreamer; to create such beauty derived directly from reality's visible and tangible nature from what one may have assumed to be nothingness possessed sheer intensity of mind. It was questions such as these that arose from mankind and allowed them to retain their curiosity with life and its innumerable paths and possibilities; it was questions such as these that allowed people to live. With a light shift in position, the present silence was seemingly broken as the passing wind made it more possible for Hikaru's clothes to make the slightest of sounds in the quiet. It was calm, uninterrupted days like these that made life appear beautiful, be beautiful. It simply required the proper state of mind for one to view the world in a manner that allowed for a person to remain forever at peace with not only themselves, but others all the same.
Despite the now continuously flowing breeze, those who interfered with its path hardly took any deter or notice. It was simply to be assumed that there would, more often than not, be wind coursing throughout the village of Kumogakure no Sato as a result of its heightened location. Hence its name, the community reigned well in that they truly reside within the mountains; amongst the clouds and extending further than the sky. The slight rustle of clothing was only inevitable, much as the falling of leaves that happened to not exist in this mountainous sanction. Although its community held a legacy of retaining a strict and intense persona, it was not difficult for one to be soothed simply by where it was that they found themselves. Some identified a lifestyle that strayed from the village's well-known nature in a manner that existed in only an eternal calm.
With a slight rotation of the heel, one direction soon traversed and became its polar opposite with more than what a person would claim to be "ease". It was now that Hikaru found himself with the height of his back pressed against the large object that remained indefinitely equipped upon his body. This massive item signified only the space between life and death- something that very few would understand without allowing themselves freedom of mind and release of being. Appearance should have been more than blatantly obvious for a person to detect- a cross barring six feet in height enveloped entirely in faded white cloth. Despite its aesthetic starkness, Hikaru claims only that it is worth the cause, as Shibiru beholds nothing but mercy within its overwhelming confines. A mercy that possesses the strength to set others free and eternally release them of troubles; to become one with the God that reigns above all else. This was the Jounin's philosophy that allowed his spirit to be at peace for a time of which has been displayed to be indefinite.
As it was clear that the village had been experiencing major change with alterations in atmosphere including the arrival of a new Raikage to take the place of one now deceased, Hikaru came to the conclusion that he would simply allow his time to be patiently used for as long as possible to be at still peace. It was evident that something was going to be asked of him upon the return of his titled superior, so it fell to the fact that he remained with no distraction at the current time. Allowing his eyelids to gently fall, his eyes were soon shrouded by their cover. It was experienced by many that without visual capability, a person is left only to their imagination- such things allowed a person to visualise their surroundings only the way that they pleased. This was a beauty that every person could experience; it was a world entirely belonging to one person, where any action became suddenly pleasing opposed to the faults of the true reality. A breath soon escaped Hikaru's lips before making space to spread into a faint smile. The world in which this gently-lived Jounin called his home was truly the reality that many knew; it was nothing more than the life that each person lived as was currently. Existence and its vast company had been accepted long prior to the present time. An escape was not what was being asked, but rather, a request to be able to indulge in it more fully. This was the only desire that Hikaru could ever ask: a world that he could understand fully.
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Chakra Pool: 265/265
Accessories: Cloth-Wrapped Shibiru [Back], Shi no Mochiron [Shibiru], Jinsei no Shukuzu [Shibiru]
Positioning/Stance: Relaxed Demeanor; Leaning
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»Used Jutsu:
- Accoмpanιed By: Shinto Uchiha and Yuushiro Kaguya
Locaтιon: Entry Gates of Kumogakure no Sato
Mood: Passively Calm/Relaxed
Tнoυgнтѕ: "It appears that my time is over."
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When lacking any one of the quintuply succeeding series of well-known senses that people come to so simply rely upon, a certain alteration takes place- an adjustment, per se. In a person's state of mentality, change is always occurring, just the same as their physical being- no two points in time will ever be identical, though it is miniscule and lengthened changes that we come look beyond- such events that might be so gradually occurring form a trend of hardly being taken into account by those affected. It is uncommon for one to keep such concentration on their eyesight as they slowly lose it throughout time; a person does not realise nor pay mind to the slight, yet continuous, shifts in their own molecular structure. Such things are often put to the side and classified as unimportant, though one will only come to the understanding of the significance that something might possess when they have acquired the fear of losing it. One does not love to breathe. Hearing, visualisation, vocalisation, smell, and taste- the five components that someone will grow to depend on more heavily than any other within their vast range of capabilities. Without them, someone might grow to a stage that is far more than incapacitated. Throughout the constant shift in time, a person will only come to see these things as passive and lose the realisation of the fact that they are major aspects of their life; they no longer possess the gratefulness that they should in these gifts that they have been blessed to receive. These details are often only brought forth upon some sudden instance that might provoke one to remember how truly lucky they are to have what it is that was granted to them. The thought of losing one's ability to see is not something that constantly lingers in a person's mind. A shift, perhaps. Although fear sets in within the side of the receiving end, the brain does not falter in its prowess; only do such motors continuously work their task until such a thing is impossible to be done or can no longer be achieved. This is all that they are designed to do. Unnoticed disagreements take place within a person more than they know- passive disputes between heart and mind that never remain left unsung. With the brain being more than constantly at work, it know only to relieve itself of the tasks that it is incapable of accomplishing so that it might focus more so on the others at hand. One will not read if they can no longer see.
With his eyes remaining closed, Hikaru pondered on the details that arose. There remained so many seemingly miniscule factors in life that were left without the thanks that they truly deserved. It was a shame, really. People were able to fall into such negative states for reasons as simple not being unique. The reality came true in the mind of the Jounin, however, that God blessed each person precisely the way that they were designed for more than specific reasons- this was why no two people were ever to be identical in any way, shape, or form. Uniqueness only flourished swiftly between each and every individual to be placed into existence. This was something that should have been omnipresent within the mind of those amongst the living as well as those who have ceased to be such. No matter the course, there is a reason for the life that each person comes to live- they simply have to come to discover what that reason is.
The general calm and quiet that Kumogakure no Sato possessed was one of the many traits that Hikaru could indulge in for what seemed to be a freeze in time, where every moment belonged only to himself. Eternity came to speak most enjoyably when it didn't exist. What may have seemed to be an infinite period of time may have been mere seconds, just as it could be precisely the same when reversed. The detail would only be left untouched, however, how long it was that he'd left himself in the precise same position- there had been not a single distraction that would redirect his attention throughout the entirety of the duration. Between the constant cool breeze that the village was known for and the current peace that it upheld without any form of disturbance made for a beautiful sight to see- or rather, a beautiful picture to conjure. It was likely that this Jounin would not be the only person to be pleased if this were how the more-than-commonly stiff village remained, but this was a dream only to be soon shattered by the sound of beating wings descending from above, inflicting larger winds unto the point of contact. It wasn't required that eyes be opened to determine the return of the Raikage.
Lingering in the moment before allowing it to break, Hikaru remained in his now slightly disrupted sense of peace; only was it the both continuous and simultaneous eruption of voices that would break his mental freedom. Allowing the weight upon his eyes to lift, the world returned to himself once more. It was a majesty of a scene, more than certainly- how the last soothing and peaceful image so quickly morphed into something of much more excitement and movement was an astonishing sight, truly. Despite the imaginative scene that he had once delved into, reality was something that the Jounin would never be willing to miss. A warm smile appeared on his face that was directed towards no singular person.
Despite having already come to the realisation that his time of relaxation was over, it was only until the memorised tones that his name was comprised of were spoken that he put in the effort to begin making much noticeable movement. A female voice- one of which Hikaru did not recognise, though it was only the truth that he was hardly acquainted with many members of the village. Through a few shifts in movement and rolls of the heels, the Jounin was no longer in his position leaned against the fortitude of the village gates. It was now that his weight was entirely placed upon hit legs, as was more than likely to be called for under the presence of those who might have just returned from the unfathomable depths of their journey. Exchanging his slightly contemplative and glazed eyes for a more observatory approach, he allowed himself to look towards the source of the sound that spoke his name. Despite her rather close and outstanding personality with the man that she appeared to call her loved one, it was clear that this woman was the newly appointed Raikage: stark lavender hair accompanied by eyes of a darkened hue that seemed to know not the definition of the word "shallow" upholding a depth that seemed unending. Alongside herself were many others whose positions appeared to be those of nothing higher than Chuunin at most, though Hikaru had seen very much talent in his little time spent alive; he was open minded.
Before being able to continue surveying the lot, despite his curiosity, a more important factor seemed to have settled in upon further words from his higher-up. It seemed that this woman knew more about himself than he, her- it shouldn't have been surprising, really. It was, as made apparent, the duty of a Kage to not only lead their village, but know it and those who resided within its boundaries. It seemed to be gestured that the Jounin had a certain Genin to medically tend to- this only proved that there was some encounter that took place on their leave, yet it appeared that the only knowledge that the village possessed was that their Raikage was not to be found within her own residence: Kumogakure no Sato.
Tracking with his eyes the few events that soon followed, Hikaru identified the young male that was asked to be looked upon. He was one of a seemingly reserved nature based on the way that he presented himself through his facial expression, stature, and general form. It was more than evident that he had just recently been put back unto his proper footing, though it seemed more that he had just awoken in comparison to having been relieved of a state of comatose. Despite this, it was not the place of the Jounin to question the command of those who stood above him- he did not with the Lord, nor would he with Kumogakure's current Raikage. Looking the Genin over once more, Hikaru came to easily analyse that the majority of the damage sustained was centered around his skull based on both current events and analytical profiling. Dealing with the cranium of a person was always the most careful and taxing task of a Medical-Nin, as it was, of course, what contained the most vital working motor within the human body- the brain. Fortunately, it didn't appear that the Genin sustained any major injury- only minor feats, based on the fact that he was functioning normally, for the most part.
Extending his arm before withdrawing and repeating within the span of the next few moments, the Jounin signalled for himself and his female companion to approach. It would not be a difficult task for Hikaru to seek and put his focus on the wounds that the Genin received, but having another to speak what precise action took place was more than certainly not a detrimental factor to have in paying more attention to detail. Despite the fact that the Raikage had spoken to the platinum-haired female, the Jounin more than certainly could have defended the fact that she would be a useful asset to treat the male in a faster and more efficient manner- this was simply the truth.
Not making much haste in waiting for the two approach, Hikaru casually re-positioned his body so that he could release Shibiru from its harness that kept it in place upon his back. The massive cross was certainly a burden to carry, but it was far more than worth the effort. In preparation for tending to the Genin, he began unwrapping a small portion of the cloth that surrounded the head of the weight. Although the wrappings were mainly used to keep protection and sheath the weapon, it also rang true that it supplied a large amount of material for treating others in scenarios precisely similar to this. The Jounin was readily available to assist those that he could take into his care at nearly any given point, and this now proved to be more of an asset than a fault.
Redirecting his attention slightly, the slightest of figures appeared in the corners of the limited range of vision that was possessed. It seemed that there approached two newly introduced Genin that certainly had not come with the arrival of the Raikage. Sparing not any time to pay much attention to the duo, he simply allowed them to carry onwards- it seemed that the crew who kept their watch over the gates informed them of where it was that they should be directing themselves to. Granted, it was strange, nonetheless, that they had ventured back to the village from a location otherwise uninvolved with the village head's whereabouts. Returning his attention back to Shibiru and the matter that was currently at hand, Hikaru continued to unravel the wrap around Shibiru so that he would have plenty enough to tend to the soon approaching Genin that required it.
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Chakra Pool: 265/265
Accessories: Cloth-Wrapped Shibiru [Ground], Shi no Mochiron [Shibiru], Jinsei no Shukuzu [Shibiru]
Positioning/Stance: Relaxed Demeanor; Standing
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»Used Jutsu:
- Accoмpanιed By: Hotaru; Albroit, Alphonse, Getsu, Midoriko, Raiken, Yuushiro
Locaтιon: Training Grounds of Kumogakure no Sato
Mood: Passive Calm/Relaxed Alarm
Tнoυgнтѕ: "A curiosity shall arise, quite certainly."
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Emotions and their brethren remained omnipresent objects of blatant curiosity that would only be forever left unknown and untouched by those who possessed them. Such things were, in the mind of the intellectual few who could only begin to comprehend anything of the sort, found better to be quaint in the lives of those bestowed by their sheer prowess- some odd that was far more substantial than any other strength that one could possibly identify in their own lifetime. Disbelief is not uncommon in any society with an intelligence whose prowess is anything of the moderate variation. The minds of any collective were only a group to be inevitably left unheard of- despite quantity, quality only reaches certain extents that are always and only lacking in the often misplaced fantasy that many have come to know as "perfection". It was only clear to those who were willing to believe that this immaculate goal of sheer desire was something to only be uncovered as unattainable no matter how many times a person might be reincarnated into a new life, immersed within a new reality where they could once again attempt to achieve their impossible dream. It was only emotion that would allow these major lies to so willingly sneak into and harbor themselves within the complexities of the mind now weakened by a foe possessing far more than enough experience.
Staring into the past and its ways, a person can only come to see a collection of intelligent people, all of whom had found a true worth and reason for their existence in the life that they lived. The majority of these few, however, had displayed only cruder viewpoints. Although humans possess their well renowned vast intelligence, such simple details as emotions will only stand ahead of it whenever possible. These were mistakes that people were unwilling to fix- flaws that, for more than unknown reason, were left to only be untouched throughout eternity. It seemed that none would know why this came to reign true, and it was only judged by the lot to be best kept in this quiet manner. This was the reality that so few inevitably result in shying away from. It is only emotion that causes a person to lead their life astray from any course. It was only ever a war between the two largest decisive figures functioning within the machine known as the human body.
The only question to ever be left unanswered by many is what existence a person would be living without emotion- an inquiry whose outcome does not simply exist in theory nor reality. A boring place it would be, as considered by most, to reside in an omnipresent bleakness lacking the powerful emotions that so easily and skillfully assume control over a body, claim command over a mind, and change a view on any matter through simplicities as basic as the hearing of a few stray words, mere sentences, and undated paragraphs. Yet there is none to claim true that life would be a bore and nothing less- without experience, only does presumption exist. Many only assume that with the lack of violence, the lack of harsh taunts or gleeful laughter a boring place would be created. It is these overruling emotions that make life interesting, so stated by the vast majority- the vast majority was that so often left unattended to.
It took the minds of many to achieve a single common thought on the subject, let alone many; lives that allowed themselves to refuse to follow without first interrogating. A variety of people were to inevitably exist in the world. It would only be assumed that the likened majority would believe in a better existence if pain and suffering- hurt and sorrow- were removed from society as a whole, though it is only to be found in human nature that a rebuttal would be proposed. Those that did not believe this to be the answer often chose to understand that happiness and joy- ecstasy and excitement- were the ones causing difficulty. The reality of the pondered chose to believe in neither of these opinions- there was something more to be found within life than "right" and "wrong", "good" and "evil". The only knowledge commonly possessed about the alien abilities of emotions was that they are powerful to extremity's lengths, it seemed. The information about what it was that this reality truly existed as would never be found, as this was how it should have been.
With the release of a slight breath that was only contempt in the action, Hikaru allowed a gentle sigh to leave his mouth. He saw differently than the many views of others in regards to emotion, life as a generality. His beliefs led himself to find that the systematic reality that humans came to know as "life" was nothing less than perfect; God would not have designed it otherwise. If a person would attempt to take away any one aspect of this world that they know, it was only inevitable that the entire system would fall apart. It is only the truth in his mind that the delicate and unruly selves of the people that exist are what keep reality in check; the good and the bad balancing out one another, the logic versus the creativity, and so further. Life was a perfectly flawed system, and to attempt to change it would mean only to take away from one's own existence. The only question that ever remained in the mind of the Jounin was why perfection did not always reach the mind of every person- only a select few.
Remaining in his calm demeanor, Hikaru watched Shinto away after the sudden outburst of failing dispute between himself and the newly appointed Raikage. It seemed that the woman knew more so than the surrounding lot what the word "discipline" truly meant. The whiter-haired male wished for there to be a way in which he could assist the Genin; remove the troubles that so firmly bound the boy who was only to be attracting further difficulty in his own life. This was openly displayed on his face through a slight inward arc appearing to press down upon each of his eyebrows. The wrath that the- Uchiha, apparently, harboured was of a large extent; a dangerous length that meant trouble for both himself and others, as was now displayed by the gesture soon to follow. As looked to be apparent, most of the Clan were forced to endure a world of pain. It was only in the Jounin's curiosity to wonder how it was that all of this rage began welling inside of the young male; what life it was that he had been forced to live to see the blackness that he appeared to now know as his home, and as a place where he could be safe only through hiding. This was a phase that Hikaru, himself, had gone through and known more than well. He simply knew not how he could ever be of assistance without truly knowing the Genin that he now empathised. Unfortunately, at the current time, it appeared that there was work to be done, and both himself as well as seemingly everyone in the immediate area understood this more than clearly.
Nodding off only slightly towards the direction of the Raikage showing only moderate acknowledgement was not the intention of Hikaru, but it seemed that something interfered with his stance. As it were that the Jounin would steel himself away in preparation for watching over the training spar that was soon to be held by the Genin, an interruption broke his already determined path- another male it seemed, and one that Hikaru had identified without haste in shifting his gaze. Upon feeling the weight of his body shift alongside the slight strike and grip that now bonded himself and this newcomer by the arm, it was evident that this person was one of the village that went by the name "Hotaru"- another Jounin alongside himself that watched over the boundless Kumogakure no Sato in preserving its safety.
Shifting his gaze slightly, Hikaru turned a warm smile towards his counterpart. It was true that this was not an uncommon instance, as the male insisted that his eyes be eternally covered by the headband granted to himself by the village, but he did not need these as his gift presented him with thousands of others that would allow him a sight far more effective- in most instances- than any other. Perhaps it was he possessed such a vision that it was that he missed simple things as his own footing and perhaps the more specific presence of others- details that mattered not to the other Jounin. Placing a hand upon the covered back that belonged to Hotaru, Hikaru spoke in his casually smooth and relaxed voice that he seemed to only always possess. "There is no need to thank me," he began, still with his indicative calmness despite the fact that the other would likely not notice, "It is only natural." Leaving his phrase with a vague closing, he returned his vision to the Genin that seemed to have already begun with their course despite the lack of supervision that was to be made in the event that interference might be requested. All should have been safe at this point; Hikaru was more than willing to intervene if found necessary.
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Chakra Pool: 265/265
Accessories:Cloth-Wrapped Shibiru [Back], Shi no Mochiron [Shibiru], Jinsei no Shukuzu [Shibiru]
Positioning/Stance: Relaxed Demeanor; Standing
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»Used Jutsu:
- Accoмpanιed By: Hotaru; Albroit, Alphonse, Raiken, Yuushiro
Locaтιon: Training Grounds of Kumogakure no Sato
Mood: Passive Guard/Steady Alert
Tнoυgнтѕ: "Preemptive, really."
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Opinions and viewpoints existed within reality in a condensed space left seemingly untouched by, yet continuously making contact with, any and all matter surrounding them. In contrast to matter and antimatter, these bits of speech and thoughts reside in a realm that is not located between the two [whereas dark matter might], but overlapping them in a sense of utter entirety. The light granted by words was one of whom possessed the capability of defying such factual knowledge as the truth while also doing precisely the same towards falsities and yet granting both a mutual agreement that left a supposedly resounding quietness. This would only ever cause and be accompanied by, however, an omnipresent dispute held swiftly between reality and imagination. Without fact, fiction falls into an emptiness that is entirely unclassified by any means as there exists no means for it to be classified by in a world that knows only truths and falsities; it continues to defy the bindings of life by both existing and being fabled within the only known reality. This was the confusion and endlessly unravelling paradoxes caused by the supposed simplicity of opinion.
Both bending and straightening fact as well as its counterpart, viewpoints are perceived and returned in a constant manner that could continue for as long as a person's imagination is active enough to overcome their sense of intelligence. This was a basic motor function of the mind: intellect being ever-constantly improved by creativity and vice versa; the brain being an object that needs only itself to accomplish larger feats. Truly being the pinnacle of the humankind, it was also its largest fault- in honesty, it proved no different than opinions in the sense that it contradicts reality in the most infinite of manners. These were the details that caused mankind to possess the capabilities both of destroying and loving. While one might balance another out, shifts are only inevitable to occur, and this was merely to come to be known as advancement. Humans, as well as any creature, could position themselves as both good and evil without any difficulty- this was simply the true transcendence of nature that was bestowed upon those who dwell in it. There was, however, no existing criteria that existed to label one as either of these.
Opinions reached levels of two, wherein the first and most preferable be that any and all parties agree, despite perhaps their words not being truthful- this was a piece of viewpoints that made them unique in that they do not necessarily have to be correct or incorrect and could be both evenly at the same point in time. In the stage of mutual understanding there comes to be no apparent fault; it is only within the second evolution that causes disruption in even the most astute of persons. This is the event that occurs when two- and only two- equal parties hold different opinions, which subsequently leaves either side in argument. Any conversation that is to be entitled this way is no longer a discussion for as long as assault is being pinned. It only lies within human nature to realise that a third party must be required in any conversation of opposing forces for it to be considered a discussion. However, this is not- and never could be- the only variable.
The tempo of the bountiful images that were now being swiftly displayed before the eyes of Hikaru were, perhaps, difficult to follow, but were home to only few details that mattered to himself that corresponded with both his position as a Jounin and his own personal standings. What was only required as dominative between the conversion was an attentive and watchful mind. Despite the fact that the unnoticeably symmetrical amber-strewn orbs were focused only on the spar at hand, Hikaru's ears took fully in attentiveness towards his comrade and whatever words that might be spoken by the individual. This specifically moderate ignorance of the other was not entirely desirable, but it was the only possible option granted by the current scenario that took into account both his own wishes as well as those given to him. The male would far rather provide his fully undivided grace towards Hotaru, but it inevitably rang true in his own mind- and possibly further outside to those capable of such profiling prowess- that an assignment descriptive only of duty was called upon by the Raikage; newly appointed or not, it was only in a village member's most basic criteria to obey their higher-ups when the possibility is able. This information should have been clear to the likes of many; whether or not it would be followed through was entirely a different matter. This detail would not once preserve an afterthought in the vast majority due to the fact that it would come under light in a time that had already been predetermined by a higher power.
Despite his obvious attention towards the action taking place, there were no noticeable breaths nor motions that visibly occurred upon the body of the Jounin as he quietly observed the practice of a duel that stood in his wake. It was more than likely that his lack of movement may have made the impression of his non-existent ignorance of the comrade standing beside himself- there simply was no purpose in his speaking as of current, as speech was not yet directed towards himself- this was common nature for the male. It was only after Hotaru had finished recalibrating his being that his rather uniquely pleasant tone of voice resonated in the limited air- something that was likely to only be found by one who had spent enough time alongside the dark-haired fellow to pay attention to such details. He and Hikaru were certainly an uncommon pair: one of whom lacked vision and another that seldom spoke. Their personalities were also neither to be often compared, but study was taken into account multitudinous times that opposites often attract. This was only as a result of the instinctive curiosity dwelled within the mind. Without verbally responding to the other Jounin's entryway question, a simple nod accompanied by a calm smile were the only gestures to be granted into his possession, as it was more than likely that a conversational topic would soon approach between the two as a result of the courses of actions now witnessed by Hikaru.
It was only now that any noticeable, unorthodox details in the Jounin's physical structure would occur. A certain venture that took place only during rare occasions began within Hikaru's own mind in a sense that was far more than fluent: Genin were- purposefully or otherwise [though it mattered not]- betraying their orders to satisfy their own begrudged desires while the assigner of their task remained distracted by work of her own. It had now arisen to the point in time that was so awaited, though far more preemptively than several might have originally thought. This was the only moment that one might have seen the slightest of reactions from the Jounin throughout the already-observed-entirety of the spar. While only presented in the form of the slightest and evidently unsatisfied exhales of air relieving itself from his mouth in a rather cooling manner, it should have been made to be more than apparent that a sense of distaste was discovered in the midst of the action.
Life was now broken down by people into an endless enigma, it so seemed. With no evidence that it truly exists leaves it in an empty space that only awaits interrogation. It is this instability that prevents breakage. Upon reaching the supposed entryway, in regards to its validities, a person can only guess, and what end it will come to, one can only do precisely the same. This was true chaos- sporadic information that was all the while impossible to know yet desired nonetheless. It was curiosity that led people to such distances, but it was nothing separate that provided also the destruction of those who beheld it. It was this disarray that allowed for people to come to know both themselves and others as no damage was dealt without being returned in the attempted-to-be-equal life of humanity. Whether or not a person causes an act to resume the equality in life, however, is entirely interchangeable.
Some aspects of the reality have come to be praised to extensive heights, and yet others appear so lowly, while the unnamed few are simply understood as neutral objects causing only strife in the already warped reality. Nothing can achieve entirety in value as it was far more than apparent that no such thing resides in existence. Any whole of the life that mankind has come to know is so seemingly endless, and all the while, far more than limited. Not one singular trait is capable of being compared between each individual life, as the majority believe to be true. Never does a person come to truly realize what large amounts of satisfaction life has to offer, despite the fact that, to anyone's knowledge, it is all that any living organism has. Each of these many individuals has yet to realize this detail, and it is only often that one will ever begin to comprehend it until they halt their egotistical and self-centered views and second guess all the while standing alongside another.
Hikaru's thoughts now returned to his comrade as more words were brought forth from the quiet. Despite his passively calm nature, it was only inevitable that this well-known contrast would force a voluntary smile to make its appearance upon the face of the Jounin; he was not a person of a dry composure, but simply serious about the life in which he lives. This was an interesting outlook on reality, certainly. The two males knew well a good amount of information between themselves, and a decent capacity of the new Raikage- both past and slightly present- though it was granted that Hotaru certainly possessed more knowledge than Hikaru on the matter. This was hardly of any significance, though- the duo knew enough. As was evident by both speech and movement, the latter had witnessed more in this sparring match than the former, but that was not to matter- it would not be long before the scenario at hand would become apparent. The slightest of laughs was exerted from the mouth of the Jounin signifying a gentle smile with a hidden composure- something that his counterpart was likely to know well.
Withdrawing Shibiru from his back in a swift motion, the cloth wrapped around the rear of the cross seemingly instantaneously unravelled through a skillful few flicks of the wrist. As was appointed by the woman now in control of his actions, it was Hikaru's duty to intervene in this basic "sparring match" if ever found necessary. Certainly attacking an ally- on multiple occasions- was reason enough to include himself, despite what amount of resent he'd had in partaking. He'd two targets of whom both possessed blonde hair- spiked, the both of them. It was no difficult feat to prevent the duo from causing any further damage-on-impulse, but it was honestly something that Hikaru would rather not be having to do. Identifying his first target- Albroit, he believed he'd heard one of the other Genin address him as- the butt of the weapon opened to reveal two large barrels whose purpose, as of now, would be revealed. Upon finding the proper distancing, a large wave of blood directly taken from the Jounin's body was released from the cross towards the immediate direction of Albroit so that it would forcefully make contact and move him aside. To reach in the slightest of the boy's head would make for good use at a later date. Having now dispelled massive amounts of the thick red liquid upon the ground and nearly concealing the direct line of ground that stood between himself and the shot, the process became a much less difficult task for Hikaru to complete. Raising Shibiru so that it was standing once again, the Jounin manipulated the now scattered blood towards the other blonde male whose hair was far more abstract than the first. Due to his form of offense, it was simply required that the Genin be struck and moved out of the immediate proximity of his allies as this was all that was currently desired; it was more than certain that this intervention would catch the attention of those involved. Turning once again to Hotaru, a gentle sigh accompanied by few words were all that left his mouth: "This is why we are here."
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Chakra Pool: 255/265
Accessories:Cloth-Wrapped Shibiru [Hand], Shi no Mochiron [Shibiru], Jinsei no Shukuzu [Shibiru]
Positioning/Stance: Moderately Guarded Demeanor; Standing
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»Used Jutsu:
● Chishioton: Katameru [Blood Release: Solidify] ~ E Rank
This technique allows the user to instantaneously change the state of blood to a solid form. Strength, thickness, and et cetera vary depending on what Blood Type is being solidified.
● Chishioton: Jinkō Henkan [Blood Release: Artificial Conversion] ~ E Rank
This technique allows the user to reproduce and modify the red and white blood cells in Natural Blood to create Artificial Blood, which, unlike the former, is used solely for combative purpose. Through modification it also allows them to alter its Blood Type [A, B, AB, O] and indefinitely store any form within their body.
● Chishioton: Katameru [Blood Release: Solidify] ~ E Rank
This technique allows the user to instantaneously change the state of blood to a solid form. Strength, thickness, and et cetera vary depending on what Blood Type is being solidified.
● Chishioton: Jinkō Henkan [Blood Release: Artificial Conversion] ~ E Rank
This technique allows the user to reproduce and modify the red and white blood cells in Natural Blood to create Artificial Blood, which, unlike the former, is used solely for combative purpose. Through modification it also allows them to alter its Blood Type [A, B, AB, O] and indefinitely store any form within their body.
- Accoмpanιed By: Raiken
Locaтιon: Training Grounds of Kumogakure no Sato
Mood: Intrigue/Passive Calm
Tнoυgнтѕ: "... I see."
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Hikaru Hiroyuki Takamori, on "appreciating life".
Only is it in silence that a person truly realises what life it is that they are living. Priorities retain their appearances and externalities, but anything- even the most miniscule of details- beyond that point become lost in a space that, upon certain speculation, are simply non-existent. So often is it that a mind- and, as is accordingly, an entity- will become devoid of the true essence of its soul through basic interactions that have come to be known as nothing less than average in any person's routinely course. This is a detail that is capable of being recognised by all, but ignored in a same manner, further still, as a result of nothing more than whatever reasons one might possibly conjure to allow odds to forever fall into their own personal favour- a trait evident in many who have discovered its temptations. The mere nature of mankind has allowed for a clear mastery of temporarily postponing any form of preventable event, and, if incapable, improvisation to the extent of providing the prowess of puppeteering the minds of others into believing arrays of false, neatly woven truths. This only proves that far extents may be reached to satiate and succumb to subconscious desires. One will often push themselves harder to achieve their own definition of the state of being that is "laziness" as opposed to accomplishing distinctively lesser amounts of work with much more minimal effort, as well as consuming far smaller amounts of time, relative to the former.
While history may attempt to prove otherwise, it would appear more likely than not to be inevitable that the traits of apathy, complacency and ignorance have existed in every waking generation since the beginning of complex organisms. Any temptation must have developed alongside flaws and prowess such as emotion and intellect. Reproductive desire will, if possible, always lead to overpopulation. It is often that, even subconsciously, when one [majority of a] species begins to rely primarily on their primal instinct, they lose what traits made them unique when compared to others, and, are quite literally, not any different when analytical observed alongside another. For one to deny or ignore the fact that the reality that they dwell within is progressively failing is entirely same as terminating not only their own life, but also that of an entire race. Perhaps ignorance is bliss to oneself, but not to others.
The difficulty is that people shy away from what duties they know that they must keep keen attention with, and as a result, force thoughts regarding these banished subjects from their very mental existence. Reality moves at a pace that its dwellers are incapable of comprehending, and, as a result, become lost in its complexities. Many have decided that, when encountering something that is unable to be comprehended, the best option is to exterminate its very actuality. Time is of the essence not when one lives, but when they take the time to contemplate the entirety of their existence.
Amongst hundreds, and thousands, and millions, a person is only one; there was a certain viewpoint taken under the perspective of some, that seemed almost reminiscent of viewing life continuously further- as if from a telescope in the growing distance. One could infinitely proceed to lengthen the space between themselves and reality, eventually to reach the point where they are able to see life as only one object, yet they might also decrease the distance to the extent that they may visualise reality in every specificity possible. This meant attaining a mindset rarely found amongst the largest of communities, simply as a result of each person living the same life. Throughout his travels, this became the very foundation of a certain Hikaru Hiroyuki Takamori's existence.
When viewed as a generality, existence seems to serve no purpose; everyone lives for the same reasons, and inevitably, serves precisely the same purpose. In the end, each entity will come to live precisely the same life. One will be born under a mother, undergo a life that they might call "daily", perhaps marry, and unforgettably, die. It is this that allows people to lose their appreciation for their existence, and simply continue onwards with whatever might possibly occur, entirely ignorant of the fact that with each passing day, their life is shortened by one, ten, one hundred, one thousand, one million. It is not survival that is interesting, but rather, the events that occur that provide reason to survive. Those who do not appreciate are the ones that regret life upon death.
There was a certain importance in life- this was a philosophy that Hikaru greatly valued throughout the majority of his time in reality. Despite a person's deeds, when reason comes to reason, it is only that one's actions are believed to be the truth by a minimum of a sole person. This meant that, in the end, each and every person is of equal significance. For another to lose their life becomes no different than the depletion of one's own existence. This was something that would be experienced on a regular basis by any person.
Allowing for a brief sigh to release from his mouth, it proved to be seemingly impossible for his casual smile to appear in its solemn, usual manner. With the warm air continuing outwards, Hikaru simply waited as his face was once again embraced by the cool winds that had claimed the mountains as their home long before the existence of the Kaminari no Kuni, let alone Kumogakure no Sato. A temporary emptiness seemed to have filled his consciousness- a presence that none would be likely to [be capable of] taking note of. With his casual walking pace being continuously slow and ponderous, it was unlikely that one would recognise any change in demeanor emanating valiantly from the Jounin. Emotion was one detail that many speculated to be lacking in presence of the white-haired male, when the reality came to be that one of his largest faults was his acquired-through-time empathetic nature. Silence did not represent lack of thought, but more so an overdose of it.
Despite having now travelled by foot between the medical centre and training grounds on multiple occasions, not a single word had been verbalised by Hikaru's mouth since his original departure. There was, as was made evident, nothing to be said. Nevertheless, the amount of time that stood within the boundaries of the interval of when he had been asked to take his leave by Takiko and his return was unknown to Hikaru. These were details that stopped meaning much to the Jounin, as he was far more busy delving into the lives of others of whom required a medical expertise- something that the male was incapable of effectively providing.
With thoughts still flowing fluently throughout his mind, an abrupt pause took place, as Hikaru came to realise that his footing had now landed himself within the training grounds, once more. Making a quick analysis of the landscape, it appeared that there remained only one person- Raiken, as his memory recalled. It seemed that the Raikage and the others must have still been on leave with their mission- perhaps the Jounin hadn't been gone for as long as he might have assumed. Repositioning himself comfortably, few words in Hikaru's voice resonated in the short distance before he closed his eyes, and returned to solitude, "God bless."
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Chakra Pool: 265/265
Accessories:Cloth-Wrapped Shibiru [Back], Shi no Mochiron [Shibiru], Jinsei no Shukuzu [Shibiru]
Positioning/Stance: Relaxed Demeanor; Entering/Standing
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