Fandom Naruto: Kakureyami

[BlacklegSanji]

Naruto: Kakureyami

Prologue: Training

It was about ten years since the Attack had happened, and the effects of the attack were still being felt. People lived like rodents, crawling among the filth, pent up in these little spaces that were considered Safe zones from the Kage's wrath, but that was only to give the people a little hope and make them feel safe, but really, there wasn't anywhere that was safe from the Kage.

A shadow was spreading over the world of the shinobi, spreading like a disease. The darkness advanced and pushed the people of the shinobi world into the corner, but you should never try and push a wild animal into a corner.

10 years of harsh training changed the once peaceful shinobi into the ninja's they needed to be to fight off the kage. The Kage had begun to make his move to put the shinobi world into his submission but it was still unclear of how he was going to do so. But the Shinobi have begun their retaliation.

In a refugee camp hidden with in a small patch of forest just north of what use to be the old hidden cloud the sun rose above the darkened hills on the horizon and made them glow as it reflected off the soil and trees. Clouds still threatened the sky towards west. The ground was wet and muddy from the thunder storm the night before. People began to move as the sun shone in through the windows and cracks of the wooden and stone huts that lay scattered around the small camp.

The sound of a horn made the huts shake with the vibrations of the sound. that horn was the sound of the beginning of a harsh day of training. It was no regular day of training though, this would be the last day of training they had before finally going out to fight against the kage.

(NOTE: This is a very short prologue arc of the roleplay that won't take long for us to complete, this arc is just to provide some character interaction before the first arc and allow you to get use to the way the other people roleplay. And just to restate the rules No One Liners!! This is not a simple roleplay. Please have at least 5 full sentences before you post. Even though this is a casual roleplay I still require at least a paragraph per post, and at least some detail to go by.)​

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Chiaki

Chiaki had been awake long before he heard the harsh, grating sound of the horn signaling the start of another training day at the refuge camp. The pink haired boy had always been an early riser, never being able to sleep past 5 am in the morning. However, today he had a purpose for getting up early. Chiaki sighed as he assessed the damage the previous night’s storm had done to his small flower garden.


Though he had tried his best to cover the flowers, the delicate blossoms still broke down from the storm’s onslaught. His beautiful belladonnas, wolfsbane, foxgloves, and daffodils, which he had lovingly planted, were in tatters—so much so that Chiaki wondered if anything left was even worth saving. Despite this thought, Chiaki had tried his best to save his small garden and spent most of his morning salvaging whatever could, preserving the ones that still had a chance of survival.


Chiaki had been so focused on his work, he hadn’t paid attention to the time until he heard the sound of the horn. Glancing up at the sky, Chiaki was surprised to see that the sun had risen while he had been busy tending to his tiny garden. Slowly, Chiaki stood up, his hands and clothes muddy from all the toil. The fifteen year old boy returned to the wooden hut, which he shared with a couple of other shinobis, intent on getting cleaned up before he began yet another day of rigorous training.


Well…not just any day. This would be the final day of training before he and his comrades begin their fight against the Kage. One would think Chiaki would be more nervous at the thought. However, this was not the case. Chiaki was as calm as he would have been on any other training day. After all, the life of a shinobi was one where survival could never be guaranteed. It didn’t matter whether they were defending a client or fighting in a war. Danger and being a shinobi go hand in hand. Chiaki had known that ever since he saw his parents’ death…ever since he decided to become a shinobi.

 

[White Masquerade]

Shirokko


(One-Tailed)

A jagged hand of oscillating chakra was held just inches away from the base of her neck. "Yo. Shukkaku. Would you come out if I tried to kill myself?"


.


..


...


....


And there was no answer. Of course not. Why would she expect anything different? For years their relationship had been rocky, with the last few being some of the worst. What was this stupid demon even good for? All it could do, was let her control sand, and be a pain in the butt when it came to sleep.


"Well seriously," she said to nobody. "Today is the last day of training. From here on, I really could die. You might not care, but I happen to like my life." She let the sentence linger in the air before performing seals to her turbulent palm. Throwing forward an open hand, one gust of wind shot towards the tree before her. In its maelstrom, the trunk stood firm, but leaves and minor twigs attached blew apart.


"What an amazing shinobi; beating the crap out of trees."


Who? What! What was that? Shukkaku? Did he finally want to speak?


"You've been out of your hut training in this forest since 2 in the morning...aren't you sleepy?" Oh, so that's what he was trying to do.


Through gritted teeth, Shirokko replied, "hell no."


"Okay. Suit yourself. I'm going back to sleep then. Tell me when anything interesting happens."


To this Shirokko spat. Over ten years and she hadn't made one dash of progress. All the other jinchurikis couldn't be having this problem right? It had to be her. Just what the heck was she doing wrong?

 

[ookami]

Shinra Tenshima smashed the stone pillars that stood around him. He had only smashed his hands and feet when he first came to the camp. The camp's medic ninja healed him over and over as he continued to damage his body. Unable to smash them, Shinra shouted in anger and triggered his bloodline. He learned what it could do and not do and used its limits to his advantage. Where it could not protect him, he improved. He found he could become invincible for a moment but could not attack quickly. So he trained relentlessly with the camp's best taijutsu masters. He could also become death itself but could be wounded just as easily. So Shinra trained his body to avenge the deaths of his most precious people. He may have been an avenger but he never forgot the importance of friendship and teamwork. A wise ninja once said: those who disregard the rules are trash but those who disregard their teammates are lower than trash. Shinra fought for his lost precious ones but also for the living people he considered his family. As the bell rung signaling the final day of training, Shinra snapped out of his walk down memory lane. He had progressed much since the day of his arrival. His fists and feet turned everything they impacted into dust, no matter what the material. He had also mastered the naginata, the chain-sickle, and the twin dao amongst the various other weaponry, he had mastered to a fine degree, sealed away in a large scroll he wore on his back. He smashed the last pillar as his mentor begin to launch small target sized slabs of stone, wood, and iron at him. He punched through the stone and wooden projectiles while denting and deflecting the metal ones. He looked up at his mentor who nodded in pride. Shinra was ready to fight the armies of the man that slaughtered his clan and his precious people.

 

[Castello]

Kikyo

(Nine-tailed)
​

The sound of running water did little to calm the spirits of Kikyo. Her eyes laid on a hot cup of tea as she downed it with slow sips. The last few days of her life were pain-staking and unhappy. Filled with cruel reminiscences and pain. She reached her arm for the gash that laid on her leg and let out a quick shudder from the wind's cool breeze. Tears began down her face unexpectedly and she couldn't control their stream.





"Kikyo!" A voice within her called. Her eyes perked up and she let out a sigh, realizing her trembling was also resulting in a spilt drink.





"Yes Kurama...?" She replied in a stuttered voice, making it look as if she was responding to the air.


The tailed beast sighed and she could feel his charkra warm her body up. "Stop with the tears! It's only going to get harder from here and the men and women look up to you! If they see you cry they'll get worried, think something is really wrong!"





A squiggled mouth formed on her face and she sighed heavily, slightly smiling to cover up her grief. She slowly put the tea cup away in her set and breathed in slowly and out heavily. "You're right dear Kurama, it's just been so hard without him. Whenever I go into battle I remember the joyous days I spent training with him and Hanzo... and now... those days will never see the light again. I feel like an empty shell, filled with sadness like air. But, it's only going to get worse, so I must become stronger. Kurama, I sometimes wonder what I would do without you...."





She rose to her feet and walked over to the camp, trying to make it look as if nothing was wrong with her. But even with Kurama's words of encouragement, she still felt weak and hopeless.

 

[BlacklegSanji]

Ryuu Kato


Four Tailed




What was this. Light. Like looking down a tunnel and seeing the end of it. He blinked as he was just waking up with light shining down on his face. He looked up to the area the light was coming from. As he did a large drop of water came and hit him right on the forehead. He shivered at this and shot up from his bed. A new hole had opened up in the roof during the storm the previous night. He yawned then standing up and getting dressed.

The horn the signaled the start of training sounded. Ryuu was currently eating a piece of stale bread as the sound sent vibrations through his house. He walked out side slipping his shoes on as he stepped in the mud on the ground and headed to the plains just out side of the forest where he had been told he would meet the man that would be taking them out on their mission today.

He ran out into the small camp passing by several houses. He looked over to one of the houses shared by several shinobi. "Oi, Chiaki, get a move on, the trainer is waiting for us" he shouted as he continued running towards the training grounds(@QuirkyAngel ). He passed by another house. "Hey, Kikyo baa-chan, hurry up" he said as he passed by the window of Kikyo's house (@Black Masquerade ). He ran through the forest and heard the sound of stone smashing. He looked at Shinra who was currently training with one of his Taijutsu mentors. "Shinra, There's apparently someone waiting for us to go train with him before he takes us on our first mission down on the plains, you coming?" he said but before he got a reply he was off again(@ookami ). Towards the end of the trail he heard the sound of wood shattering. He entered the woods to look and see who it was. "Hello Shirokko" he said with a smiling. "You better hurry up and get down on to the plains, I heard the guy training us today is really harsh and he doesn't like to wait" he said as he ran towards the plains(@White Masquerade ).

Ryuu was usually in a overly bad mood, but today he was quite excited as he finally got to fight against the kage. He reached the plains to find it vacant. He walked out into the field. "Raiton: Bolt" A voice in the distance says as a bolt of lightning is shot at Ryuu. Ryuu dodged this attack. He looked over to the man with a angry look plastered on his face. "Hello Ryuu. I'll be your mentor for this upcoming mission" he said. Infront of Ryuu stood his old mentor, Kenji Suzuki. Ryuu was suddenly terrified. "H-hi Kenji-Senpai".....

(You can find Kenji's character sheet on the NPC tab.)​

 

[kira blackthorn]

Rin, was seemingly always awake before the sun and this time was no different. He had gotten up early to salvage any herbs that had survived the storm. Once he made it to the usual place he collected his herbs he was disappointed to find most hadn't survived but knew any he could find in a good enough state to recognize would be priceless. So several minutes later armed with a small basket of herbs he made his way back to the camp and upon gaining entery he dropped the herbs off at the small cabin that acted as a medical hut. They were recieved with thankful smiles and polite thank you's.


Nodding at his fellow medic nins he headed toward the hut he shared with the old couple that raised them and found they were still tucked away in dreamland. A gentle smile found It's way upon his face at the familiar heart warming sight. As a child he would usually wake them as Soon as the sun had risen but today decided to let them sleep in. Closing the cover that separated them from the rest of the hut he made his way to his own closed off small room that was tucked away in the corner and preferred to get dressed out of the usual white and blue kimono he wore among the camp. After putting on his usual steel mesh under armor set, and fingerless white gloves with metal plates in them, he slipped on a dark blue feminine Kimono with silver feathers on the hem and detachable long sleeves, then after attaching his weapons, grabbed his oversized sealing scroll and slipped on his sandals. He knew a harsh day awaited them all.


Walking into the main part of the hut he was relieved to find the couple had awoken. He would be sad if he didn't get to say goodbye to them before he left. Kisses and hugs were exchanged and then he was off as the sound of the horn hit hid ear. Training has began and the day was just beginning.


He made it to the plains Soon after Ryuu and found him with Kenji. Staying on the edge of the field he observed their interaction. They knew eachother that was for sure. He decided he would stay silent until they noticed him on their own. Leaning against the tree behind him he looked around for the others. They should be here Soon.

 

[White Masquerade]

Shirokko


(One-Tailed)

The boy's words snapped Shirokko out of thoughts, and back into the flow of current things. "Plans. Harsh. Doesn't like to wait. Got it," she muttered. Well Shukaku or not, she had to get a move on. If he wasn't going to lend her any then, then so be it, she'd destroy Kurai and the darkness on her own.


Against all odds. That was her ninja way.


"Wind Release: Rocket Step."


Beneath her feet, a swirl of wind built up, until the kunoichi felt ready to launch. At its release, the woman shot straight up into the air; high enough to see the whole of the forest, plains to the east, and refugee camp off to the side below. When beginning to descend, Shirokko turned her form to where she saw the lightning bolt, and activated the skill again.


*Whoosh*





Out through the skies the girl soared, quickly coming up on the two men below. When close enough, she tucked over, sending a continuous blast of wind from her soles to slow it all down, letting her come to the ground in a graceful landing. Clearly, the two had some kind of history, as Ryuu was becoming hysterical. What was so special about this guy?


With a quick look-over, the ninja didn't see anything odd, but kept weary nonetheless. Upon hearing the name, Shirokko's memory kicked in, knowing she'd heard the name before. Kenji Suzuki. He had trained with quite a few other shinobis; pushing them to their limits and forcing them to grow strong. On those rare days she was wasn't training, quick visit to watch one of his sessions, was all that was needed to see that he was brutal. She just might need her speed and sand for this.


*Crack*





A chunk of it fell from a cheek. Then the other. Then her face. Then arms. Then chest. Then legs. Pretty soon, the woman stood in a medium pile of white sand, with streams of it continuing to drip out of her shirt, shoes, and pants.


"Oooh. Yes. That feels sooo much better."

 

[Pentagon]

Itsuki walked calmly to the training field. He was not relishing training with Suzuki, especially not the day before the start of operations. Itsuki could not for the life of him figure out why the day before a life-threatening operation they were given to a trainer renowned for cruelty, but orders were orders and all he could do was hope that there would not be any injuries, and everyone would be on the top of their game by tomorrow.


Itsuki hoped he was on time: he had woken up at a responsible hour, but an urge to ensure he had plenty of ammunition and supplies overtook him, and he figured a few minutes of double checking and re-stocking [a good thing too, he had completely forgotten flash tags] would be worthwhile. He doubted Suzuki would see it that way, but thinking about that would do no-one any good. Itsuki shifted his small backpack around, and fiddled with his pouch-covered belt while he walked, hopping up to the battered trees to avoid getting covered in mud. Such luxuries were to be taken when they could.


As Itsuki approached the training field, he heard the familiar crack of lightning, and swore. He doubted any teacher would purposefully try to place his charges in danger, but there was no need to use what sounded like a life-threatening amount of force for educational purposes at D minus one. Itsuki was not looking forwards to training without bullets, but he did not simply expect people to not get injured when around highly dangerous elements. He finally reached the clearing and hopped down, jogging over to Suzuki, the four-tails, and the one-tails container who had just fallen out of the sky. He wondered why the ice user was holding up a tree


"Good morning comrades! My apologies for being slightly late, but I look forward to training today". Itsuki smiled, and stood in a casual posture waiting for the training to begin.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Chiaki

After cleaning himself off, Chiaki checked to make sure he had all his equipment ready.


Kunais, check.


Senbons, check.


Soldier pills, check.


Chiaki lifted his Shamisen from where it hung on the pole of his bed, making sure it was adequately tuned. Check.


Chiaki smiled when he heard the voice from the resident four-tailed jinjuriki, Ryuu Kato, prompt him to hurry up. Ryuu-san certainly seemed energetic today. Chiaki carefully placed his stringed instrument behind his back, making sure it was secure, before heading out of his hut. Straightening his red jacket, Chiaki walked in a leisurely, yet smooth pace to the plains, where they were supposed to undergo some sort of training before a mission.


“Good morning, Rin-san,” Chiaki calmly greeted the older shinobi, who leaned against a tree at the edge of the field. Walking pass Rin, Chiaki went to greet the other people at the training area in the same light and calm manner. He was amused by the fact the one-tailed jinjurki had white sand streaming around her, but his face remained as impassive as always.


“Good morning, Shirokko-san,"


“Good morning, Itsuki-san,”


“Good morning, Ryuu-san,”


Ryuu-san looked strangely frightened at the sight of their instructor. Granted, the instructor looked rather displeased as well. Chiaki frowned, wondering if the two had gotten into an argument of some sort…or if they had a history together. If Chiaki was a more active person he might have questioned the two about it. However, Chiaki figured learning about such things was an unnecessary hassle.


Instead, Chiaki chose to analyze the tall, angry-looking man. He recognized Kenji Suzuki from when he had been a young child…when he and Suzuki-san both still lived in Kirigakure before the Kage’s assault. His parents occasionally invited Suzuki-san to their home. Chiaki didn’t know Suzuki-san personally. As a four year old child, he had been rather frightened of the intimidating man and often hid behind his mother’s skirt whenever the shinobi showed up.


“Good morning, Suzuki-san.”

 

[IG42]

Akago jerked awake at the sound of the horn feeling Matatabi stirring within him, as the red haired teen swung around into a sitting position both man and beast hissed in unison.


"This is the last day of training is it not?" The two-tails said with a low undercurrent of excitement. "May we tear apart that accursed horn now that we are all but finished here?"





Huffing as he stood he replied inwardly. "That hateful thing unfortunately doubles as our warning if we get attacked, so no we can't smash it no matter how aggravating it is." As he spoke he stood up and moved over to the table where the pieces of his armour were neatly laid out and began to strap them on. Never thought I'd miss the desert heat. His face froze into hard lines as he flashed back ten years remembering watching the dark tide sweep over the village he had called his second home.


As he lifted Hokuchi off the table the sheathed sword trembled in the force of his remembered rage until Matatabi's voice cut through the turmoil. "Enough. We shall turn the flames of our anger on our enemies soon enough, withhold it until that time."





Broken free from his memories Akago continued his movement and fastened his blade to his right hip and snatching up his kunai stepped out into the fresh sunlight and jogged through the mud to the training field.


Arriving on the field Akago looked around at the assembled Shinobi sizing them up considering which would provide the best experience and idly loosening Hokuchi in it's sheath.

 

[shadowdude505]

"Today's the last day of training," Katsumi Toranoko thought as she prepared a quick breakfast before the sun rose and training commenced. She wasn't too thrilled about having plain rice again, but times were tough and it wasn't the shinobi way to complain. She placed two cracked bowls on the wooden table before heading down the hallway of the small wooden hut she called home. She passed by an empty bedroom and into the one she called her own, passing by her fully grown tigress ally Torayuri along the way. In her bed lay a young male teenager with the typical fang shaped face paint of the Inuzunka Clan and his young Ninkin companion. She crouched over the young man. "Ichiro, it's time to wake up," she said in a motherly tone. The young man found it hard to sleep through the storm from the night before and had switched sleeping locations. Personally she thought the storm had been the loudest one she has ever experienced.


Ichiro slowly opened his eyes and noticed Katsumi's face hovering over his. "Did I over sleep, Neesan?" he asked groggily. She smiled warmly after Ichiro refereed to her as his sister. In reality they were distant cousins; the Toranoko Clan used to live in Konohagakure with the Inuzunka Clan during a time that's mostly forgotten now and they developed similar ninjutsu, but with different animal partners. Ichiro and Katsumi both lost their parents during the Kage attack, they were the only family they had left. "Not at all, the horn hasn't even sounded yet. Breakfast is ready though and the call to training should start any time now," she replied.


Katsumi returned to the kitchen followed by Ichiro, who was followed by his wolf-like Ninken, Ookami. The humans took their seat at the table and the animals laid in the open area on the floor. Soon sunbeams started to shine through the window and onto the spot where the animals laid, warming their fur. Right after Ichiro and Katsumi finished eating their rice, the house shook a little from the reverberations of a horn. They quickly gathered their gear and dressed for action. Ichiro put his Hidden Leaf band on his forehead. Katsumi wore an ancient version of the same band on her forehead, her Hidden by a Waterfall band around her curvy waist. Ookami and Torayuri quickly ended their sunbathing as they fallowed their human partners to the training ground.


On their way to the training ground, Ichiro flinched at the sound of lightning as he remembered the storm from the night before. He continued to follow Katsumi after she flashed him a reassuring smile. Once at the training ground, Ichiro and Katsumi noticed the shinobi that were gathered there and recognized them mostly by their faces. Ookami and Torayuri sat down beside their respective masters as the foursome waited for training to start.

 

[BLUR]

The Shinobi of the Shadows

​

The sun had awoken from its slumber the night before, as it now took its place high above the sky, filling the once-great shinobi world with light. However, in a world shrouded by darkness, the light from the sun was not yet powerful enough to break through. This was an ancient proverb the Kurai clan would make about their own struggles with the powers of Darkness.


Raze Kurai remembered hearing this quote from his father when he was only a child, a more peaceful time when all he had to worry about was unlocking the secrets to the Void Release. His father would convince Raze that he would be the one to break through if he worked hard enough, but that was before he betrayed the entirety of the shinobi world by allying with the Land of Darkness.


A horn interrupted Raze's thoughts. It was a testament to its power that Raze was able to hear it from the forest. He was reminded that today was the final practice, and that from here on the shinobi would be at war with the Kage. He felt nothing about this.


Lifting himself off the branch he had been previously laying on, Raze walked down the trunk of the tree by transferring chakra to the bottom of his feet. He began to head towards the refugee camp, albeit at his own pace.


On his way to the plains, the most common training area, Raze noticed the forest ground had become swampy, likely due to the effects of last night's thunder storm. In fact, the thunder storm was the reason he ventured out in the forest in the first place, preparing himself for making due in tough situations.


After a small while, he managed to spot a group of shinobi standing in the plains area. He didn't even attempt to try and recognize anyone, rather, he simply took his spot in line.

 

[ookami]

"Ah, I'll come in a moment, Ryuu." Shinra bowed quickly to his mentor before exchanging his practice gear for his battle gear. He slipped on mesh armor shirt and pants before donning his chakra metal gloves, brazers, flak jacket, and shine protectors. A thick shirt went over to cover any exposed area. A battle coat with the Tenshima family crest was the finishing touch. "Kikyo-nee, cheer up. We are here for you." Shinra pats Kikyo on the shoulder before racing toward the plains but made a detour toward his house.


Shinra grabbed his scroll of weapons as he grabs first aid supplies. It always helped to carry some in a real battle. He always needed them before and even now to a lesser extent though. He grabbed some ration bars and gulped them down before continuing to the plains. He saw the arc of lightning and saw Kenji standing by Ryuu with an angry look on his face. Shinra steeled his nerves and stepped closer to the man that would be his sensei for the time being.


"And why did you think coming late was exceptable?" said Kenji. "I was not informed of a time but was told to report to this area as soon as possible." 'Sorry Ryuu but you're on your own here. This guy is scary (@Kanra23)'. Shinra's reflexes allow him to dodge a Raiton jutsu Kenji directed at him. Shinra continues to dodge as lightning rains on him. "You're a slave-driver!" shouted Shinra. "And you're a brat. You don't get stronger overnight. We'll start with lesson number one: Stamina!" Yelps were heard as Kenji grinned wider as he shouted at Shinra for not dodging fast enough

 

[Castello]

Kikyo

(Nine-tailed)
​

Kikyo walked quietly, the wind brushing past her hair. She was in a world of her own until a boy walked past her, speaking words of encouragement. While they didn't mean to much, they atleast brought a genuine smile to her face. The only reason she stayed to fight the kage was because her husband was so passionate about it. He was always talking about his hero, Naruto Uzumaki, forcing her to wear the Jōnin clothing and head-band of the hidden leaf village. She thought it was all ridiculous, but here she was, still wearing the outfit her husband had made for her.


For a moment she was lost in thought, until her advisor, Kurama, spoke up.





"Oi! Kikyo, aren't you supposed to be training with that instructor?!" His voice cried out.


A sigh left her mouth and she ignored him for a moment, not really in the mood to socialize with anyone. Though, it was likely Kurama would get angry soon; so she decided to respond. "I only fight to protect, not to play. My idea of training is sitting on a calm stream, exerting my charkra and calming my soul." Kikyo responded nonchalantly.





"Grrrr! Then why don't you do that instead of moping around!" Kurama scolded, his voice echoing inside her head. Kikyo tried shaking him out, but alas, it didn't work.


She let out a sigh and nodded, even though he couldn't see. "You're right, perhaps that is the best course of action..."





Taking the Nine-tailed fox's advice, she went over to a nearby stream; walking on it with ease. Her reinforced sandals splashed on the surface and she slowly sat down, organizing herself into a meditation position. However, she couldn't quite focus, not because of her mentality, but because of a nearby sound. She got up and began following it, quickly familiarizing it as vibrations of battle.


She took refuge on a tall tree, peering with her one eye, the other being covered by her thick, blue hair. For a moment she couldn't believe it, but it was Shirokko! It had been ages, the last time they had met was when Hanzo and Katsu were still alive and she was not the jinchuriki. A warm smile arose on her face and she chose to watch the battle from afar. Observing everything.

 

[Hellkite]

Junko Matsuoka



​

Junko awoke at the blaring of the horn, and responded with a quiet groan as she rolled off her futon and started to get up. Bleary eyed, she got dressed into her red Kunoichi clothes, before retrieving a wooden mask from a shelf and attaching it by a string to her hip. The mask was the same as those worn by the Mist Village's hunter-nin, and Junko treasured it both as a souvenir of her village and as a gift from Uncle. Satisfied that she was ready, she crossed the hut to the door and departed, moving at an uncharacteristically measured pace.


This is my last day of training, Junko thought, And I'm going to savor it. After this, I'll finally be able to gout and fight, rather than just playing ninja in training.


Junko approached the training field with hands stuffed in her pockets, trying to distinguish faces she knew from the crowd of Shinobi that were waiting there. Finally she spotted two figures. The first was Chiaki Yoshinawa, whose femininity sometimes confused Junko, but who she remembered from when he was only five, and so always felt a nostalgic attachment to. Beyond him stood Kenji, who Junko couldn't make up her mind about. On the the one hand, Uncle couldn't stand him. Both Uncle and Kenji had been Hunter-nin in their time, and Junko got the distinct impression that Uncle was bitter that he had been forced to retire, and Kenji had not. Equally, Kenji was a brilliant ninja, and the last practicing Hunter-nin to boot. That made him somewhat of a legend in Junko's eyes, a man who she always sought to learn from, although that didn't mean she had to like the man.


Glancing away from Kenji, she turned to Chiaki.


"Morning, Chiaki-kun," Junko said, moving to stand beside him. "How's it going?" She brushed red hair from her eyes as she spoke, tucking stands behind her ears so that she was ready when training began.





@QuirkyAngel

 

[Pentagon]

Itsuki Toiyama

Itsuki was baffled. Here he was, D minus 1 on what would be most certainly the most important operation of his life to date, and he was watching an instructor and ostensibly superior officer "train" one of his comrades with very real and very deadly force, beginning without warm-up on a harsh physical exercise with indistinct goals. "Stamina" seemed awfully vague, and Itsuki was vehemently opposed to the methods.


Itsuki decided he needed to act with force, try and instill some operational sense into this 'trainer'. Speak loudly, with confidence, and in such a manner that minimizes possible chance of future hostilities while still ensuring the safety of Shinra.


Itsuki decided to shout, employing a commanding tone he managed picked up from the War. Means of address was tricky, with no definite rank structure [something he needed to rectify], but now was not the time to quibble about decorum .


"Suzuki! Stop trying to kill the boy and explain your self! What are you playing at, endangering a fellow soldier the day before operations?".


Itsuki made no aggressive move apart from stepping forward slightly, doing his best to fight the urge to adopt a combat posture. Itsuki hated to admit it, but he was unwilling to do more than talk to stop Kenji: the man was a skilled hunter ninja, someone much more valuable than the kid being assaulted, and serious infighting between adults would ruin the cohesion of the whole detachment.


 
@ookami

 

[Cipah]

Cetra Hibiki

The sound of the horn had saved him from another nightmare. He quickly sat up in bed, sweating and breathing heavily. He felt like he hadn't slept at all, though there was nothing new there. He slowly pulled himself out of bed and get himself dressed before heading outside to train himself.


He was facing a tree before he took a deep breath and readied himself before doubling over. He felt the ash rising in his throat, it felt dry and horrid. It was always an unpleasant sensation. After it was out he stood to his full height and raised the tree before pumping chakra through the ash. It heated rapidly in response before bursting into flames, he raised an arm and the ash strikes through the log of the tree.


The flames died down as the tree was felled. He sighed and faced the ash. It floated before him, waiting for his command. He licked his lips slightly before speaking once again.


"Hey... Are you there? Please... Speak to me..."


Everything was silent as he fell to his knees. No reply again. He felt lonely, a loneliness that hurt him every day. He knew it was better this way, however. He could never get close to anyone again, it would just end in more heartbreak when he finally had to say goodbye. He slowly rose to his feet once again, regaining his composure. He didn't want anyone else to see this side of him. No-one should be allowed to see his weakness.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Chiaki

“Good morning, Junko-san,” Chiaki replied, in his usual polite voice. However, his lips quirked upward into a small smile at the sight of the former kirigakure shinobi. While his childhood memories were vague, he could still remember the 10-year old, red-haired, onee-san who used to play with him as child. “I’ve been doing well. Though last night’s storm damaged my flowers, I managed to save a few of them.”


Chiaki paused and tilted his head. “How about you?”


@Hellkite


He was more interested in learning about other people than talking about himself. However, conversation was often a mutual sharing—something he learned while working as a maiko— and Chiaki wasn’t particularly opposed to conversation…especially since Junko-san was someone he rather liked.


Chiaki watched silently as Itsuki-san reprimanded Suzuki-san as their instructor personally trained Shinra-kun. He vaguely knew the boy because they were the same age, but otherwise had never really spoken with the taijutsu specialist. Therefore, Chiaki felt no need to step in.


Instead, Chiaki flicked his eyes to the trees surrounding the field. He had a feeling they were being watched from somewhere, but he couldn’t discern from where…and that was unnerving him a bit.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Rin watched the world around him curiously. From the bees flying around a nearby hive to the rabbits running through the fields. It really was a beautiful sight, one this teachers ruthless training was ruining as he was scaring away all the animals. He took little notice of the others arrival knowing they would notice him soon, though if they didn't he would reveal himself. He Soon found that watching the field for any more animals was growing to be boring and was thus glad one of his new teammates tried to stop the training. It was growing to be troublesome. Looking at them he noticed one of them looking at the trees and smirked. Seem's someone is paying attention to more then the fight. After a moment he decided to reveal himself to any who has yet to spot him. Pushing himself from his perch he moved to stand beside his other teammates. "Is this fight ever going to end?"

 

[IG42]

Akago glanced at Shirokko as she formed her hand seals and struck a tree with a burst of wind his gaze sharpening when the sand ninja stiffen in shock and her eyes defocused. The young samurai knew that look he'd seen it often on the other Jinchuriki when their Bijuu spoke to them though he didn't remember ever seeing it on Shirokko before.


"Shukkaku has never had a good attitude towards his host, she is far from alone in this."





Akago remembered being in the village during one of the failed attempts to seal Shukkaku into a host, the tanuki had rampaged for hours before he had been contained. "Is that the only way we can remain at peace? By making war simply not worth the effort through turning the Sage of the Six Paths legacy on each other? That's how the Land of Iron has done things, having a military so powerful that it was pointless to try to invade and it worked there."





Breaking free of his thoughts without assistance this time around the redhead straightened and walked over to Shirokko coming alongside his fellow Jinchuriki as she made frustrated sound in the back of her throat. "Good morning to you Shirokko-san, is Shukkaku giving you trouble?"

 

[ookami]

Shinra took Kenji's Raiton attack full on before grinning back sadistically. "Itsuki-san, there is no need to stop Kenji-sensei. Besides, this is the way I like it best: no bars spars!" shouted Shinra as his body smoked momentarily as his bloodline repaired the small damage dealt. "I don't go wild often but since you are going full force I think I should as well!" said Shinra. "You should know I cannot take damage in this mode. Kenji-sensei let's go wild!"


Shinra had never fellt this excited in a while. He had trained to be less instinctive and use his mind more in battle, but that didn't mean he couldn't still be overly aggressive while doing so. He summoned his chain-sickle as he dodged a lightning infused punch from his sensei. "I'm not sure if you ever fought a weapon user but its an excellent chance for me to see you in real battle mode." He swung the chain-sickle with deadly intent. If Kenji was the man that everyone said he was, he would be fine.


Shinra panted for a bit before spitting on the ground. "I see you don't talk much when you're pushed. Ever fight a Suiken user?" Shinra began to sway unnaturally as if he had just drank a few sake bottles. He stumbled forward and suddenly thrust at a surprised Kenji, cutting his arm a bit. Kenji's eyes gave off a glint that promised pain as his smile grew even more malicious. "I like your spirit kid but I'm a jounin for a reason!" Kenji shouted as he began his counter assault

 

[Hellkite]

Junko shrugged in response to Chiaki's question, watching Shinra brawling with Kenji and rolling her eyes slightly.


Its obvious Kenji-sensei is holding back, she thought as she watched the pair sparing. There's no way a 15 year old boy who hasn't even pased training has a chance against a Mist hunter-nin.


She looked at Chiaki, noticing that a black haired ninja -Rin she thought his name was- had joined the group.


"I'm fine," Junko said, "Looking forwards to getting this training out of the way so we can get on with fighting the Kage."


She glanced back at Shinra and Kenji.


"Reckon we should intervene?" She asked, directing the question as much to the group at large as to Chiaki. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not sure I need to see Kenji-sensei break somebody so early in the morning." She yawned, and winced at the fighter's shouting.


"Besides," She added. "All this shouting's going to give me a headache."


@QuirkyAngel

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Chiaki

Chiaki nodded towards Junko-san, his hazel eyes re-focusing on the battle between Shinra-kun and Suzuki-san. The feeling of being watched still hadn’t dissipated, but Chiaki chose to ignore it for now. He didn’t sense any malicious intent.


“I don’t think this will be ending anytime soon,” Chiaki said in response to Rin-san, who had finally decided to join them. His words were further emphasized by the fact that Shinra-kun had taken Sazuki-san’s Raiton head on with relatively little damage.


Chiaki watched Shinra-kun fight, impressed by the fact that his fellow shinobi was holding his own against their instructor. He was also fascinated by Shinra-kun’s use of the drunken fist. While Chiaki had heard of the style, he had never actually seen it in combat before.


Normally, Chiaki wouldn’t want to be involved in such a hassle as battling a clearly superior shinobi. However, seeing Shinra-kun charge fearlessly against their instructor left Chiaki feeling somewhat…inspired? It wasn’t like they were getting any training by just sitting around watching someone else fight. Besides, Chiaki doubted Suzuki-san could properly train them if the former Hunter-nin didn’t know what they could do.


“I think you are right, Junko-san,” Chiaki said, pulling out a couple of senbons. “Shinra-kun could probably use the help,”


Analyzing Suzuki-san’s movement, Chiaki waited until the right moment before swiftly tossing the senbons at Suzuki-san’s legs. His goal was to incapacitate Suzuki-san, in order to give Shinra-kun the edge. After all, they would all be working together to defeat the Kage.


@Kanra23


@kira blackthorn

 

[Cipah]

After a long time in silence, he stood up to his full height again and looked around. The ashes retreated back down his throat and into his body before setting off. He craved the company of someone all of a sudden. He just wanted to see people.


Besides, it'd probably be better if he went to see what the others were doing anyway. Training alone was all well and good but he could miss out important information if he is alone.


The first thing he sees is fighting shinobi, which really isn't surprising. They'll probably be training, though it seemed like something more. Cetra continued to view the battle with bags interest, wondering whether this fight was real of simply training.