Naruto Rebirth: Kakureyami (Complete)

GasMaskie · May 6, 2015

Roku grimaced as yet another woman showed up before him. And this one seemed just as eccentric as the puppeteer. There was a very good chance that any of the three could murder him easily - they were leagues above the soldiers that he dispatched.

Speaking of which, Roku felt the disappearance of his own clones a good distance away. Successful, hopefully, in hunting down the combined squad that retreated. He'd have to rest for now, at least until his chakra reserves filled up once more.

Footsteps in the light snow could be heard from the tree where the red-haired girl had fallen from. Roku lifted up one side of the cloth once more and saw a man slowly approaching with a blade. He was cackling too, which truth be told was never a good sign.

The young man bit his lip and pulled out a kunai. He had never seen her around the camp and he wasn't sure if she was even a ninja to begin with. Roku grit his teeth and made his decision. The sharp piece of metal came flying from the trees towards the dark man's feet.

(@White Masquerade, @Stickdom)

White Masquerade · May 6, 2015

-The Rinnegan-

Outer Path

Your iris burns as the kunai cuts through air, marking an invisible trail towards the stranger's feet. Despite not being taught in the ways of ninja, you continue to push; legs winding down a path with eyes that cannot see. The fire. The determination. Maturity. Your Rinnegan responds.

Roku Has Unlocked The Outer Path

[Not Learned] Samsara Heavenly Life Technique.

[Not Learned] Chakra Pin Creation.

[Not Learned] Chakra Chain Creation.

@GasMaskie

QuirkyAngel · May 6, 2015

Chiaki

Standing in towards the back of King Kumo's "army", on a slightly more elevated ground than the one the camp was on, Chiaki had his Nuibari pressed to the neck of one of the solidiers--who was dressed a bit differently than the rest, though not obviously so. He had found the battalion leader. Chiaki's henge was undone. Around him, 20 Kakureyami corpses were strung up on trees in odd angles as if crucified(Ninja Longsword Art: Wire Cruxification). There had been far too many soldiers surrounding the battalion leader for Chiaki to defeat them all without killing. In order to survive, he knew he had to aim for the vital points.

It wasn't hard to kill them. Not only was he in disguise as one of them, he had caught them unaware. None of them saw Nuibari until it was too late. Chiaki's face was expressionless, but his eyes glimmered as if attempting to hold back the pain. He had thought he'd been prepared to kill, when he had decided to be a shinobi. However, the reality of causing death with one's own hands was a lot more painful than he had realized. Chiaki had tried to make their deaths as quick and painless as possible. Yet he knew there was nothing that could excuse him from what he had just done. Chiaki had just taken his first lives...snuffed them out as if they had been meaningless.

"Call off your soldiers," Chiaki said, his voice level despite his inner turmoil.

The Battalion leader laughed. "Not happening kid. You think I'm scared of you? Death is nothing compared to what the Kumo King will do to us if we stop fighting. I can't stop this war even if I wanted to. And I don't want to." The battalion's leader's mask was off and Chiaki could see the man's face twisted into a sneer. "I want to see all shinobi DIE!"

Chiaki studied the man. "You will not concede to a peaceful surrender then?"

"In your dreams."

The death was quick. Chiaki stabbed the man with two quick motions. One through his throat, which would cut of his oxygen, and one through the brain, which would end his life. Killing the man was not strictly necessary, but Chiaki knew it would cause disorganization and disarray in the army. It would aid his comrades, no matter how indirect. Chiaki did not want the twenty deaths he caused to be in vain. He had saw that the Battalion leader would not surrender no matter what. There was no need to humiliate an honorable warrior further than necessary.

Wiping his Nuibari against the snow covered ground, Chiaki glanced up at the sky to see that the clouds had dispersed and the sun shone through. Funny how the sky seemed to warm the coldness that he'd been feeling in his heart. Maybe that was a sign. Chiaki summoned Akik0-chan.

"Please send a message to Kenji-san, Akiko-chan. Tell him that the Battalion leader is dead, but the battle continues. Fear of the Kumo King is too great."

The little fire wolf nodded and bounded off towards the camp. Chiaki hoped his comrades who were attacking the castle would kill the Kumo King soon. Otherwise, he knew the battle would not end until either side was wiped out. Slowly, Chiaki sat cross-legged on the soft snow and straddled his instrument, playing a requiem for his first 21 kills.

(101 left...)

Kinzu Hekmatyar · May 7, 2015

Hans moved through the crimson snow,had holster hiramekarei onto her back after having redid it bandages with a sigh.She was somewhat unsure why these attacker came to fight in these more than crippling combat,She felt as if she was kicking puppies when she kill these release less people .She had some irking that it was some sick joke or liquidation of useless members of the Kage forces.

Snapping out of her thoughts as she observed her own work,melted metal and charred flesh fragrance hung in the air .As her mind flash back to the fall of the Kiri.Pressing her hands to her face as if to hide her work away from her,at least in vision she remember why this felt so awful . She had just got her blade an was among those who were order to evacuate as many civilians as they could,Naturally due to the Kage force combing the area they were found out before getting to far.It was a slaughter for those under her an other mist ninja care,during the fighting villager were killed as if they were combatants,though some fought though it was a pointless for Unskilled villager to fight Kages fighters.

This smell and the futile fighting of this unit of Kage forces,Her teacher voice echo in the fringes of her "The weak are the meat the strong eat".she had began to snapped mentally.Her hands dropped to her sides,as she grabbed onto her drinking apparatus though it had a warmer around it so the water inside didn't freeze. Taking a content drink from its straw,with a sharp sigh began to trudge in the snow off to her next target mentally wanting to feed as the proveb bounce around in her mind.Clam jump up from the snow behind her it had drawn in the snow with the fresh chilling blood Han and Clam has been here ,Using the snow as a fresh canvas for its drawing. Leaving eight Kage ninja corpse in there wake ,the pair turning into Chiaki musical direction with a slight haste to some human company.

Passing through Chiaki handy needle work ,she had gotten direction to the HQ zone in the rear from the soldiers she had just slain.before killing them,taking note of the dangling form in the tree before her eyes settle on Chiaki shouting out to him,"Hey Chiaki don't tell me you beat me to the punch,was there leader at least worth the effort of getting back here?"Closing in toward the musician ,Hans doppelganger followed her instride.

((93 left)

GasMaskie · May 8, 2015

The pain in his eyes seemed to last an eternity as Roku stumbled backwards and fell from his position. It was an intense, burning sensation that was completely unfamiliar to him. Not once did his eyes ever hurt him as much as they did now.

It wasn't the same as the visions - no, it was a different sensation all together. As he descended towards the ground he could see his own eyes staring back at him. No matter how many times he had seen his own reflection he could never truly stop fearing the fearsome appearance of his eyes.

One arm shot out and grabbed onto a sturdy branch as Roku rubbed his eyes from underneath the blindfold. He had taken the first steps on a path that he couldn't avoid. He remained there, gripping onto the branch as his grip weakened and he fell to the ground.

The bloodied snow and the branches broke his fall. He was sure nothing was broken, but all those thoughts slipped away into the darkness as he lost consciousness. The Rinnegan truly was tiring - especially with someone who hadn't built up reserves.

---

"Interesting. It seems that I'll need to act soon." A muffled voice spoke only to itself. He felt a chill in the air momentarily and continued to pull the suit of luggage around behind him.

The Dollmaker chuckled as he continued trudging through the snow. The tall man didn't shiver or hesistate as he passed the scenes of carnage left by the defenders of the Camp Kumo. It had been a while since he last came here - at least ten years now?

There was a disgusting, crunching noise as the Dollmaker walked over a corpse and dragged the wheeled suitcase behind him. Underneath the scroll he almost seemed to smile as he took a look at the corpse. Something about it tempted him... but he had business to attend to.

White Masquerade · May 9, 2015

Keitaro-kuuuun!

A kunai was in his hand. He strengthened his hold as he neared the man he'd been following for the past hour.

"Kiyomi-chan..."

The whole of his face curled upward as he said the name. "Kiyomi-chan...I'm going to protect the camp for you! When I take down and beat up this guy...I'm going to bring him back to camp and make him say sorry to you!"

The boy imagined it all in his head, as he stood behind a tree watching the Kakureyami soldier scout the forest. Yes! He would knock the man out, then drop him in a neat little bundle onto Kiyomi-chan's doorstep! That would be so cool!

Then we'll get together! Go on a date! Get married!

"AND YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" The possibilities! Oh my gosh. The possibilities! It was too much for the young man's mind. Pumping up a fist into the air, Keitaro failed to notice the Kakureyami fighter walking up behind him.

"You shinobi scum."

"Shinobi what? Oooh..."

Turning, the boy came face-to-face with sharpened metal. "U-uh. Oh MAN. I reeally shouldn't have yelled. Hey! You stand back over there okay?! I've got to get this right for Kiyomi-chan!"

Laughing, the soldier simply raised his katana...and brought it down.

You idiot

Katashi Setsaiya

SNAP!

Catching the blade between the lid and bottom case of his lighter, Katashi gave the warrior a ferocious headbutt; sinking the full metal slab of his forehead protector into the other. Instantaneously, the man in black crumpled, and all fell silent.

"Keitaro."

"That. Was. So. COOOOL!"

"Keitaro."

"I mean! You just went BAM! Can you t-"

"KEITARO, DAMN IT!"

"Yes?"

"You're going to be in big trouble when we get back to camp."

"Trouble? Yes! Sounds good! Does that mean I'm going to your house again for a special something? Is Kiyomi going to be there too?"

@Infinities Lover

Bats Are So Hot Right Now

Flying through the air, were several bats of an odd shade...pink. Hovering to and fro over dead bodies, they swooped in low over deceased mens' faces. Feeling no torrent of breath escape, they repeated the process, covering ground bit by bit, until hitting the vicinity of Hanbungetus and Chiaki. A few went to whiz around the Kirigakure duo, while others sat upon the dead Battalion Commander's chest.

"Aw-wee. It looks you beat me to it!"

Swooping down from the air, pouted a blonde-haired teen riding a

C-2 Pink Pegasus
Pegasi...ARE TRENDING!
Daradei

(Shirotaiyo)

"Oof."

Jumping off the flying horse, Daradei raised the pinkie of her left hand, saying "Yah."

A pause.

"HELLO!"

A grin rivaling that of a giddy Sumire, spread across her face. Moments passed as the teen looked to Chiaki and Hanbungetsu's faces. "Ah." She sighed lowering her pinkie. "Of course. It's a new thing. I wouldn't expect much people to get it. Anyway." Two sun-kissed arms stretched into the air.

"I am the stunning miss beautiful Blonde Bomber of the Sssshiro-taiyo! I was flying in from above when I noticed all the ruckus. Figured the best way to stop all this, was to go after the commander of these people himself...but it seems," she stopped to point at the fallen man. "That's already been taken care of. I'm not the only clever one here. Excellent! Good for you!"

A well-manicured hand with nails obsidian-black, found its way to her chin as she studied the two. Daradei checked the outfit of the taller one, nodding in approval as the dark tones seemed to suit her. The straps were a pretty interesting touch that added a unique flair to the look as well. The blonde gave Hanbungetsu a thumbs-up. However, when her eyes fell on Chiaki...she loved him. He was beautiful.

Well, hello...

The beanie. The Tie. The spiked heart on his jacket's right chest. Moving her right leg behind her left, she locked them together, so that she stood with thighs intertwined. Placing her right hand to her lips, she winked, kissed her fingers, and blew it towards Chiaki.

"Let me ask you something," she sang, eyes flitting to Han, but always seeming to find way back to the boy. "You haven'ta' happened to see a huge sand monster rolling around here have you? Lots of teeth. Like, really tall. Some kind of beast."

What was the other word Chiita told me? Uh...

"A Jinchuriki?"

Pointing to her Pegasus on stand-by, Daradei commanded it, "Open up." The gum bottom of the horse's belly split wide, allowing a bandaged chunk of something to fall to the ground. With its mouth, the bubblegum creation picked it up, head elongating to place it in Daradei's outstretched hand.

She held it daintily by the handle; clearly not receptive to its mummy-like appeal. It was the legendary sword, Samehada.

"Found it lying in an open field not too far from here. It's like somebody just left it. Looked freaky, so I went down to pick it up. I swore I heard it growl when I touched it! I don't know. Gives me the creeps. If you got any info, I'll trade you for it?"

@QuirkyAngel

@Kinzu Hekmatyar

QuirkyAngel · May 9, 2015

Chiaki

Chiaki stopped playing his shamisen and glanced up when he heard Han-san's voice. His eyes flicked to the corpse of the battalion leader beside him then back towards Han-san. Slowly Chiaki dusted the snow off his pants and stood up, slinging his Shamisen over his shoulder. If Han-san had come to get him then he had delayed long enough.

"I'd like to think it was worth something," Chiaki said to Han vaguely. "But not as much as I would have hoped."

@Kinzu Hekmatyar

Just then pink bats landed on the corpse beside Chiaki. Chiaki glanced up in time to see another pair of pink bats circling them as a blonde woman riding a pink pegaus arrived. Chiaki blinked, never quite seeing anything like this before. The scene was incredulous at best and absurd at worst. Then again...his master rode a flying, fire breathing wolf...

Chiaki sighed. He was silent as the blond woman introduced herself. The pink haired boy ignored the way she looked at him, as he was already quite used to men looking at him in a similar manner. Granted, he never quite had women look at him like that. Only Sumire ever did, but he was quite certain she only did it too tease him.

Chiaki tilted his head as the pegasus opened its belly in a disturbing manner and dropped a large bandaged sword to the ground. His eyes widened. He recognized the sword from the scrolls he had read regarding the Seven Swordsman of the Mist. It was Samehada! Chiaki glanced at Han wondering if she knew. He knew his friend wanted to gather all of the Seven swords, but he hoped Han wouldn't betray Shirokko to do so. Chiaki was wary of the blonde woman. He had trusted a bomber once...and that had lead to Kenji and Roku being injured. He wouldn't be so trust another bomber so easily--even if that bomber claimed to want to help them.

Chiaki placed a hand on Han's shoulder to keep her from doing anything reckless. In all honesty, Chiaki probably couldn't keep Han-san from doing what she wanted, but he figured a bit of support wouldn't hurt.

"May I have your name, Miss Beautiful Bomber of the Shirotaiyo?" Chiaki inquired politely. He studied the blonde woman, wondering if she had paper tags hidden somewhere. He would have to watch out for any explosions. Frowning, he glanced up at the pink bats that were still circling them. They gave him a bad feeling.

"I've not been a shinobi for long, so I apologize if I offend," Chiaki said, meeting the bomber's eyes. "But what is the Shirotaiyo? And what do you plan to do with a jinjuriki?"

@White Masquerade

Akiko-chan

Akiko-chan had been on her way back to Chiaki-dono's side when she came a upon a curious scene. A girl was rolling on the ground, laughing, while an unknown man stood nearby, staring at a kunai by his foot.

"Why are you laughing?" Akiko-chan questioned curiously. She had been born into the world only months before and liked learning about what the world had to offer. Humans were interesting. Especially Chiaki-dono.

Akiko-chan sniffed the air recognizing the scents of Roku and Shiroko who shared Chiaki-dono's camp. Sure enough, Roku and Shiroko were nearby...along with an unknown woman. There were very many corpses. Unfortunately, Roku appeared to be unconcious. The three tailed wolf leap to where Roku's fallen body lay sniffing the unconscious human. He was still alive.

"Chiaki-dono would want me to help him," Akiko-chan said aloud.

Slowly, the little fire wolf started to drag Roku's body, by his collar, to the direction of the camp. Akiko-chan didn't seem to pay attention to the other shinobis present.

@GasMaskie

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@White Masquerade

Stickdom · May 9, 2015

Maika, Chanda, and Akago

Maika

Maika winced at the sound of Chanda's... noise. It had no particular tune, and the volume was simply dreadful, both to his ears and to the success of their mission. He had anticipated a silent entry, a stealthy assassination, and then a hasty retreat. But now that every creature in Kumo had been alerted to Chanda's presence, he had to come up with something else. The original plan of using Chanda as bait... er, a distraction was still not out of the question. She hopped into the rooftop beside him and looked at him expectantly, like she wanted a reward for her glorious performance.

"Chanda, listen here, we can't be overly cautious about this, we need to get inside, quietly!" His voice was not more than a hard whisper, but he made sure to put emphasis on the quietness their infiltration should consist of. "Now, there's most likely a ventilation shaft leading out of the basement, if we can find it, it shouldn't be too hard to..." A sudden fwoomp behind them and another ninja appeared behind them in a flash. Maika instantly drew his tanto blade from the shaft of his umbrella and swung it to barely touch the newcomer's neck. "Hey guys, did I miss anything?" Maika eased up the pressure on the blade, if this was an enemy, he probably would have attacked by now. "First of all, you almost lost your neck there. Second, who are you and what are you doing here, specifically?" This was all said calmly and with a straight face, he wasn't here to play games with the local kid ninja, a lot rested on accomplishing this mission, both for the village and for himself.

Chanda

Chanda quickly put her hand over both of their mouths. "Shhhhhhh.... do you smell that?" She lifted her head and sniffed for the scent in the air. She grinned as she smelt the delicious scent of "Dango dumplings..." She could tell there was a fresh plate emanating somewhere on the second floor. Dango dumplings, no one can appreciate them like I can. I must rescue the freshly baked plate. They need to be in the hands of someone who appreciates them, my hands.....

"I WILL SAVE YOU!!"

She jumped off of the roof and made a mad dash for the second floor of the building. Ignoring any and all attacks, if any, made for her she sped past them nearly a blur. She followed her nose as she ran up the building.

- Inside the Castle - Two soldiers were sitting down at a table, ready for their break. The one man Hakudo gave a long sigh as he sat down, he had been standing all day. "Feels good doesn't it?" The other guard, Tanaka said warmly, he smiled as he placed a fresh plate of Dango on the table between them. "Yeah it does, but you know, I don't know why you serve these dumplings every break, do you like them that much?" Hakudo asked. Tanaka laughed and shook his head, "No, I'm not a fan, but it's the only thing my wife makes well. So she packs them every day." Both Tanaka and Hakudo shared a laugh, enjoying their company even if their employer is a monster. Hakudo takes the first dumpling and places it in his mouth about to eat it. When suddenly...

~CRASH!~

Chanda burst through the second floor wall of the castle and onto the table. The two guards jumped up in surprise. She looked around and pulled a kunai out of her sleeve. Rapidly she slit the first man's throat, he screamed in agony as he fell to the ground. The dumpling rose high into the air and began to fall. Chanda saw it and caught it on her mouth. "Ahhhhhhompppp!" She grinned as she turned to the other guard. He was already running towards the doorway shouting for the other guards. Chanda rolled her eyes and threw the kunai towards him. It buried itself in the back of the man's head and he fell to the ground. Chanda pulled a chair over to her and plopped herself down. She bit into the dumpling in her mouth and smiled "Sooo yummy!" She licked some of the blood off the dumplings and looked at the plate of blood-splattered dumplings. "They're still good, lucky me!"

(2nd Floor: 8 left)

Akago

Akago just managed not to flinch as the short blade pressed on his neck, looking into the other man's eyes he said quietly, "Well firstly, if you really wanted to bleed me I'd have hopped back to the camp by now and I'm kind of considering it after your rude welcome. Secondly, Akago Hideki at your service here to slash and burn right wi-"

He abruptly broke off as the previously silent young woman placed a hand over his mouth and started muttering about smelling something.

Trying to push the hand away he grumbled out. "What are you jabbering about?" Shortly before she yelled."I WILL SAVE YOU!!" And jumped off the roof before jumping through a second floor window.

Leaning over to his other companion as screams and shouts rang out he murmured. "Does she have to be on out team?"

Maika

The man was obviously not a foe, he was too calm. He retorted with a snide remark about escaping, which Maika couldn't care less about. This man was not on his radar, no name in the Bingo Book, no bounty, no intel, probably and upstart no-one trying to make his way in the world, like all of them. He gave his name, Akago Hideki, and stated that he was there to assist them. But, Chanda's sudden shouts and a hand over his mouth interrupted their greetings, and the moment the words "Do you smell that?" left her lips, he closed his eyes in exasperation and shook his head. Always with the food.

But, what happened next he had never expected, she picked herself up and sprinted directly up the side of the castle wall, straight past the first floor and onto the second's balcony. Screams of death were heard, and surprisingly they were not Chanda's. At this, the newcomer, Akago, replied with "Does she have to be on our team?" Maika did not bother to reply, but half-leaped, half ran up the wall after his crazed companion.

What he saw at the top astounded him, two guards dead and bleeding, one's throat slit as he sat at the table, while another had fallen face-first on what was apparently his mad rush out the door, Chanda's kunai firmly planted in the base of his neck. Sitting in the midst of this carnage, Chanda sat with a plate of dango dumplings, blood-splattered and near falling off of their sticks, the girl happily munching them nonetheless. "Chanda, what in the name of heaven happened here?" He strode next to her and shook her by the shoulders, contemplating smacking the dumplings out of her hands.

But, his question remained unanswered as and explosion blew out the wall nearest them, and when the smoke had cleared, the rest of the guard squad had barreled through, weapons at the ready and glaring at Chanda for what had happened to their comrades. "Time to go, Chanda!" Maika said, unlatching his umbrella from the holster on his back and opening it in front of him. He pulled a wire embedded in the handle, and a tiny paper ball launched itself out of the umbrella's tip, exploding into a cloud of thick, grey smoke around their enemies. Maika still held his blade from when he had threatened Akago, who he wondered whether he would be joining them or not. Either way, Maika readied his next attack, glancing at Chanda and praying to the heavens that she wouldn't do something incredibly... stupid...

Chanda

Chanda looked up to see Maika, "oh hey your late to the party." She still held the plate of dumplings in her hand as he shook her. "whoaWhoawhoa..!" She was about to respond when a large explosion blew out the nearest wall. She looked at the men as they glared at her, she could help but smirk back. They think they can take me? That's cute. She was about to end them when Maika interfered. He pulled out a umbrella and shot a smoke bomb at them. She tilted her head to him curious. "Awww, why did you do that for? I was so goin-"

A shuriken flew from the gray smoke and went right past Chanda's head. "Woah!" Chanda looked at the gray fog and squinted trying to see what it was. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. "Watch out!" A wave of shuriken came flying towards them. Chanda slid under the table and kicked it up on its side to form a barrier. She hoped Maika would be alright. She looked at the plate of Dango in her hand and sighed in relief, "they're still good." She looked up and shouted to the eight guards. "If this is about the Dango, it's finders keepers guys!"

Akago

As the older man dashed after the woman which he'd lacking a name declared the 'noisy one', Akago grumbled, mostly to himself. "I just knew you'd do that. It's like we're infiltrating with an erupting volcano on our team." Sighing he warped over the noisy one who thankfully hadn't used the marked kunai to kill either of the two dead men on the floor.

"If this is about the Dango it's finders keepers guys!"

Turning to the noisy one he stared incredulously ignoring the flying shuriken before shouting out. "What is wrong with you?! You just blew our cover wide open and you're still obsessing over some food!" Akago seriously contemplated smashing the plate but vetoed it considering she'd just killed two men to get it. Hearing the yelling, one of the enemy soldiers took the chance to rush out of the smoke to try and attack with his sword but not knowing that the table was being used as cover, he barreled straight into it. Standing up and settling into his sword stance, Akago in a single brutal movement tore Hokuchi from its sheath and decapitated the hapless soldier.

"Are we still trying to be subtle or can I just scorch these fools?" He said turning towards the 'other guy'. "And can we please get names out of the way while we're at it?"

(2nd floor; 7 soldiers left)

Maika

Maika was used to the smoke-filled commotion, he had trained and fought in this situation multiple times. He also knew something that neither his teammates nor the enemies knew, and that was the qualities of his weapon's smoke. A lone soldier ran out to attack them, tripping over heir makeshift defense and being dispatched rather ruthlessly by the man who had introduced himself as Akago just a few moments before asking their own names. Maika might actually get to like this guy. Instead of giving his own name,he instead responded to his comment of "Can I just scorch these fools?" Maika stuck his umbrella point-down into the wooden floor, then began swiftly weaving a few familiar handsigns. "Already done."

Despite it not being neccessary, he always enjoyed summoning his jutsu by name, and whispered under his breath, "Katon: Great Fireball". Cupping one hand in front of his mouth, he released a thin stream of flames into the smoke, which was composed almost entirely of minute flammable particles, it took only an instant to catch. Within a split second, the entire cloud had burst into fast-burning flames, the flash fire searing all of the enemy soldiers with immense heat, and then the blaze died down as quickly as it had erupted, leaving only charred corpses lying on the floor, some of them still smoldering with tiny flickers of embers. He turned away from the carnage, offering his opponents at least the respect of not defiling their bodies with looting or examination.

"I'm Maika, of Amegakure."

#CoolGuysDon'tLookAtExplosions

(2nd floor; 0 soldiers remain)

@The Suspicious Eye @IG42

Kinzu Hekmatyar · May 9, 2015

Hans would feel uneasy at the sudden appearance of the odd pink creatures,than the horse like creature along with its rider.She would shift her weight from one side than the other,the girl attention on Chiaki was ignored for the most part along with the girl seemly random title .She was almost to the point of leaving.Though this changed quickly after seeing the living blade land onto the ground in front of her cogs began to turn,*Tail beast?,to sell out that brat for my nation relic.As well strengthen my position ,in exchange of the Suna pain.Is she even worth an thought*though these rather traitorous thoughts stalled for a moment,Chiaki hand on her shoulder *Did he know her ideas of selling out the brat for the sword,at her own malicious idea . *She than spoke to the Bomber know as Daradei ,"Hrm trade you say,count me as interested somewhat. Though it depends on what you want from me.however you'll have to let me test something".She would have step toward the thrown up blade from the creation stomach ,"Count me as wary ,i just gotta make sure it not some trick to get free things off me or my friend."Stepping toward the blade casually to touch Samehada .

She would only nod slowly after she got the confirmation of the blade,it seal a few things for her she was real sure she would sale out the suna brat for it."So than what do you want for it,Miss Bomber ". she'ld remark stepping back from the blade now to eye the woman in question her own eyes burn with a degree of passion .

White Masquerade · May 9, 2015

Shirokko

(One-tail)

Orisas. Kakureyami. The red-haired male Chiaki's summon was dragging away. A weird girl laughing and rolling around on the floor. This one that seemed to be after her. Just what the heck was going on?

Shirokko was torn between her old self and new. The run-in with Hanbungetsu at the ramen shop had made her take turn for the worst...but old values still managed to tug away at her heart. Watching the man Roku attacked creep closer to his prey, there was a choice to be made. Should she stay, or should she go?

Head drooping, she whispered to herself, "One last time Shirokko. One last time and that's it. No more bending backwards to help others at the cost of yourself."

With a wind-enhanced jump, she landed between the laughing girl and her pursuer. Legs moved. Feet set. Arms raised. "I don't know what you're doing, but I don't like the look of it. If it's anything funny, you'll have to get through me."

@GasMaskie

@Stickdom

@QuirkyAngel

Robot-ess

Orisas

(Shirotaiyo)

"Keh-heh-heh."

Orisas let her teeth clack together, giving her mechanical laughter a terrifying effect. In a matter of 10 seconds, her eyes took multiple snapshots of all those gathered. Their pictures would serve as valuable resource if their paths were to ever cross again. This group in front of her was indeed an interesting bunch. A few of them already stood out as perfect candidates to be a living core for one of her puppets.

Backing away a bit, robotic ears tuned in with upturned volume, hearing out for any Kakureyami soldiers that might be lurking nearby.

The Commander

Kenji

Pacing inside one of the camp's huts stood Kenji, soaking in Akiko-chan's message about the Battalion Commander. Even though he was dead, the soldiers continued to fight on.

"Tch."

Though troubling, he knew that's what it'd come to. These Kakureyami were just as brutal now as they were 10 years ago. If they weren't dead, they'd keep coming at you tooth and nail until they were. Well, damn near close to it anyway. It was like they had some kind of vendetta. A score to settle. Kenji couldn't quite place it, but their deep-seated hatred always unnerved him. Just what the hell had they done?

"Ah. Forget it."

Rubbing his head, the man figured there was no use thinking about it now. There were other things to take care of. Like what place to go to, and which person to contact next. They may be starting something in Kumo...but for this to be successful, the shinobi nations had to sing the oath of rebellion. All of them. They had to end this sham of a cease-fire.

A flood of questions entered Kenji's deliberations.

Would Kakureyami just stop if they asked them to? Did they really have to go to war? Even with all the losses on both sides, was there something that could possibly be done to work things out?

What would Naruto say...?

"Fight for peace of course," mumbled the man amused. But what is that? Does it exist? There's no end to this, Naruto. Can't you see that?

Contemplating war made Kenji spit. Alas, in the meeting that started it all, he promised they would take the dark forces down. No negotiations. They had already lost too much. He couldn't go back and reneg on that now. No frivolous reveries. The only way to survive, would be by putting all their faith in instinct.

Stand strong Kenji. Don't let anything wear you down. Burn Kakureyami. This world is ours, and ours alone. Doubt was swallowed; wriggling down a throat holding words that if spoken, would betray the facade of its master.

"Alright," he resolved. "Onto phase two of Operation: Take Down Kakureyami."

A second group was sent after the first to catch a little something in Kumo, but it'd never work if there were still watchful laid eyes on it. Hopefully, the infiltration team was able to sneak in and get the job done.

Stickdom · May 10, 2015

In which Sozoshi makes a mess

The events had played out rather amusingly. Rolling on the grass, the girl had been completely unaware of her predator, right up until the moment that the one with the pretty eyes under the blindfold had launched his kunai in between his feet. Nevertheless, she still laughed. It was almost piteous how amusing this was, how fruitless everything they did. It wouldn't matter anyway, she would be dead in a couple of moments and not have a care in the world.

The man stepped forward to take her life, but another ninja stepped in his way, a younger girl, intent on stopping him from killing her. Well, this was certainly an unexpected twist, killing her was just to have been a training excursion, simple enough. Find her, kill her, go home. But now, a few more pieces were in the mix, much more interesting than just his target. "Let's just take a moment here." He raised his hands slowly towards his head, laying them carefully atop it to show no aggression. "I'm just here for the girl, and unfortunately, you're too late to save her."

He threw his hands over his head, a scroll that had been concealed about the neck of his jacket had been grabbed and thrown above Shirokko's head, unfurling to reveal a seal on it for summoning. The man folded his hands into the Snake seal, saying aloud "Unseal: Hidden Chain Striking". The writing on the scroll glowed faintly for a moment, and a large spearhead shot forth from it, attached to a chain, in turn connected to a length of spear shaft, and again the chain, snaking out of the scroll like a serpent from its lair. It skewered the laughing girl directly through her chest, and she continued laughing, even up to the moment that she vanished in a puff of smoke.

The man chuckled triumphantly, he clenched his seal tigher and the spear began to retract back into the scroll, reversing the summoning. Once it had fully been resealed, the scroll came zipping back through the air towards his hand, it had been attached to a thin wire on a mechanism in his sleeve that reeled it back at the push of a tiny lever. He caught it and raised his other hand to his face, appearing to smear his skin as it passed over. The roots of his hair began to change colours, and also to grow down to his shoulders, while his facial features became blurred, distorted, until he pulled what appeared to be a sheet of thin fabric off of his face, revealing a very different and feminine one underneath it. It was exactly the same as the girl that had just been killed by the spear. And now it spoke, very clearly a girl's voice from what was moments ago a very masculine figure...

"Hello everyone, my name's Sozoshi," she reopened the scroll and tapped the seal, the full length of the spear appearing in her hand with the typical puff of smoke common to an unsealing. She twirled around between her fingers next to her, grinning a maniacal grin, baring pointed teeth to rival even one of the Seven Swordsman's fangs, "So... who's ready to get messy!?"

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White Masquerade · May 10, 2015

Daradei

(Shirotaiyo)

"Heehee. No tricks. I'm not into tricks. I may not look it, but I'm a serious woman!" Face turned to Chiaki. "And to you my little pumpkin~. I like how polite you are. Whoever raised you, raised you right." With a V for victory, Daradei posed. "I am Daradei, but you can call me pretty, beautiful, blondie, princess, miss bubblegum...any of those names would do just fine."

At his next question, the woman's eyes grew wide. "You haven't heard of the Shirotaiyo!? Wow! We are like the most popular group around! Chiita and Danhi have the most fans right now...but I'm pretty close behind! We. Hm. How can I say...we are a group that wants to create the ultimate play. That means saving the world from these Kakureyami freaks. We're pretty tough, but we can't do it alone. Chiita says we need these Jinchuriki beasts to help us out. She has a plan. A plan that will wipe out the invaders for good if we can get it to work. From how she described it, it sounds MUCH better than an all out war."

Daradei motioned to the bodies lying around. "It's much better than this, anyway. Has to be. All these people are going to start smelling in a few days...removing dead bodies...that's the worst..." The teen shuddered, remembering the time she had to do it during clean-up after Iwagakure's invasion by Kakureyami.

"That's pretty much all I know. If you want more, you're gonna have to ask her yourself if you ever get to Iwagakure." Disdainfully slinging Samehada over her right soldier, she moved on. "Now, about this information you have. It'd be much appreciated. If you take me to where this Jinchuriki thingie would be, that'd be it. Nothing too hard."

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SephirothSage · May 10, 2015

A Storm Blows In

While others talk and deal, one woman just keeps fighting. These men have come to take her home from her a second time, it seems- but this time she is no child, taken away to flee. The Kumogakure refugee camp- the haven in which she had, for a brief time, found peace; the place in which the shattered remnants of her home village chose to rebuild. It's the place where she's worked and lived for six months, tirelessly working for the good of her fellow Shinobi, and the civilians with them.

And it is here that those she hates with all her heart have chosen to come and meet her in battle, she idly muses. She listened to the rallying speech- and roared with approval as their leader spoke. And then she went to don her armor- sliding in the steel plate, donning her gloves and boots. And now she strides onto the battlefield- approaching a small quartet of black clad men bearing Katana. She smiles- as she smoothly slides a blade into each of her hands, and a brilliant blue light begins to burn the air around each- unstable Storm energy coursing through the blades as she flows her chakra into the steel- encasing her blades in destructive, rending force as she begins to pick up speed- running towards them across the plains. Others are nearby- others will hear, and she knows it. She knows that as soon as she hits this group, it'll be a race until their reinforcements come.

She relishes in it- her mind analyzing the other forces nearby- soldiers who are moving in quartets, evenly dispersed- good searching strategy, for finding anyone hiding, a wide net. Poor battle tactics against Shinobi- as she decides to prove. She expects her own backup to arrive in time to pull her out- and if they don't, it doesn't matter.

"I am a leaf on the wind, blowing through the storm...." She murmurs softly- as she leaps towards them- one spots her.

"Shinobi! There- Kill i-" The man is cut of, as she reaches them- having pounced forwards- his guard was raised, but her left hand blade pierced through his Katana, shattering it before burning a hole through his chest. She flicks the blade out his side- as the next man rushes up to her, and she parries by slashing through his blade- cutting it away, preventing the steel from touching her by proving that it simply can't withstand a chakra fueled strike- and of course, once more, the blade goes through, bisecting the man cleanly even as the two who are left charge- rage and hate burning in their eyes, as they strike out, intent on revenge for their fallen comrades as one swings diagonally- moving with easy skill, and some experience- just in time for her to twist her body, bringing her left blade fully out of the body it just made, and into his from the side. He gurgles for a moment- before he to, falls.

She smiles at the fourth man, as his swing impacts her right gauntlet- moments before she brings a knee to his groin, shattering his pelvis and leaving him a broken man on the ground.

Two more groups of four have seen the brief episode of bloodshed, as she lets the Chakra flow cease to conserve chakra, begining to retreat backwards to give herself more time to assess the two groups coming at her.

"Watch how I soar."

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QuirkyAngel · May 10, 2015

Chiaki

Chiaki kept his face expressionless though, inwardly, he was dismayed by Han-san's reaction to Daradei's offer. He had known that Han-san and Shirokko-san weren't the best of friends, and that that Han-san wanted to gather all the Seven Swords, but Chiaki, in good conscience, couldn't betray Shirokko-san for a sword...even a powerful one. Chiaki was, first and foremost, a shinobi from the Kumogakure refugee camp. As a shinobi, he had a duty to protect his comrades in arms. Shirokko-san was a powerful shinobi and a valuable asset in their fight against Kakureyami. More than that, Shirokko-san was Chiaki's friend. Chiaki couldn't...and wouldn't...betray a friend to an unknown group such as the Shirotaiyo.

Daradei's explanation sounded good...except Daradei didn't seem to know much about this "Ultimate Play" that the Shirotaiyo was trying to accomplish. The whole thing sounded sketchy to Chiaki...who was wary of bombers. Chiaki had no idea who Chiita and Danhi were, but he didn't like Chiita's plan of completely wiping the Kakureyami Empire in one go. He could think of one way their goal might be accomplished: by using the power of the bijuus. However, extraction of Shikkaku would result in Shirokko-san's death. Chiaki couldn't let that happen.

Yet, Chiaki had also promised to help Han-san revive Kirigakure and restore the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Chiaki knew how important, reviving the Seven Swordsmen was to Han-san. What right did he have to stop her? Chiaki closed his eyes. He hated having to choose. His duties as a shinobi of the Kumogakure refugee camp? His duties as Shirokko-san's friend? Or his duties as Han-san's friend and one whose heritage lies in Kirigakure? Chiaki opened his eyes. His answer...none of them. Chiaki would not choose.

"Sure," Chiaki said, speaking before Han-san could. His voice came out smoothly despite the lie. "I know who the one-tailed jinjuriki is. I was there when Shukkaku attacked the camp."

If he could obtain Samehada, Han-san wouldn't need to betray Shirokko-san. The only thing Han-san wanted was the sword. If the sword was somthing Han-san would betray a comrade to obtain, then Chiaki would just give Han-san the sword. Chiaki didn't care about Samehada, but he cared about Han-san and Shirokko-san equally. He would rather fight Daradei then have to choose between two friends.

However, Chiaki preferred not to fight. The battle at the camp was still going on. He had to return to protect the camp and the people in it from King Kumo's men. Chiaki didn't have the time or the luxury to waste on Daradei when his other comrades might be dying. Thus Chiaki went with the quicker...and less violent option. He only prayed that Han-san would go along with it. Chiaki just needed to choose someone who had been at the camp at the time of the attack.

Someone he wouldn't mind sacrificing.

"He's a tall, handsome man...roughly 5'11...with dark hair." Chiaki said easily. "Similar to Daradei-san he prefers the use of bombs...more specifically paper tags. He had only recently joined the camp 6 months ago and went by the name of Doton Yupa."

By giving Daradei false information, he would be able to protect Shirokko-san's identity from the Shirotaiyo...at least for a little while. Lies tended to get unraveled eventually. However, he only needed to get Samehada to prevent Han-san from betraying Shirokko-san.

Please, Han-san, go along with it. Or, at the very least, don't deny it.

Chiaki shrugged. "I have no idea where he is at the moment since he was kicked out of the camp for going on a rampage with Shikkaku, nearly causing the camp to be destroyed. However, it's likely he wants revenge on camp and is hiding in the Land of Darkness. Is that enough information for the sword, Daradei-san?"

Chiaki hoped it was...because otherwise he would have to fight Daradei for Samehada...which he was not looking forward to.

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Kinzu Hekmatyar · May 10, 2015

She would blink a few times ,stepping away from the bomber once she was sure of the the blades prof. Wary at best of the blade accepting the woman than considering she had a fair amount of chakra to feed the blade leech like survival method.Though her mind burn at almost speaking the truth to spill the beans on the one tails though Chiaki stopped her.

Her expression keeping her naturally,degree of scowling at nothing at this moment.She let the Geshia boy handle it all,her mind toying with the idea this might work.Though she her self wasn't to sure if the girl would buy it,though she reason the one tail beast an Chiaki were friends for him to suddenly lie.She wonder on how thin of ice she was walking on with Chiaki ,though her mind was on a slight revolt on not just taking the blade she wasn't so reckless to fight this random woman an her creations her .She would have to apologize to Chiaki later,she couldn't stand to lose the only person she could stand to talk to .

It wasn't that she consider the camp below her own standard but she had no reason to be loyal to the camp,Nor to the one tail beast as they weren't in the remote sense of friend.She had her own goals she thought ,an the camp can wait they didn't like her an she didn't care for them.The one tail beast could just be another stepping stone on her path to achieving her goals.Though Chiaki was different to her as it made her somewhat bitter at having the angelic boy lie for her own malicious cause .

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Stickdom · May 10, 2015

In which Sozoshi makes it a bad day

What was this? She had made a grand entrance. Her performance had been flawless. She had even mentioned that she was here to fight. And all they wanted to talk about was that STUPID Jinchuuriki!

True, Sozoshi had come here because of the rumours that One-tails was here , but at the sight of the carnage in the battlefield, she quickly forgot about it in favorite of wanting to jump in and make some noise. She had even played her favorite game, creating shadow clones of herself and sending them out on their own, and then hunting them down one by one. It was great fun, stalking yourself in different disguises, if you could fool yourself, why not others?

Well, she had done that, and none of the people here even acknowledged her. Sozoshi stopped spinning her spear and began to pout, crossing her arms in disgust. In time with her impatiently tapping foot, she said in a loud mumble, "This... isn't... very... much... fun..." These boooooring Shinobi were just going to talk, it wasn't even worth taking the time to kill them all while they weren't looking. "Fine! I'll go play with someone else, then!" She stomped her foot, grabbed her spear and turned to walk away.

She wandered towards where she knew the camp was, knowing that the battle would be located between her and it. She watched the Kakureyami soldiers charge mindlessly towards the more skilled and powerful shinobi. She yawned, they wouldn't be worth her trouble. She wandered aimlessly through the battle, dodging thrown kunai, picking up a fallen katana and throwing it end over end at the nearest bystander, ninja or Kakureyami, didn't matter, they would all die eventually. She yawned from sheer boredom, until, she saw her. A flash of lightning on her blades, the enemy falling to the ground with their sword sliced cleanly in half, their chest equally so. This soldier wore armour, Sozoshi could not tell if it was a ninja, a samurai, or Kakureyami, though why a Kakureyami would slay their own men, she didn't care. All she knew, it was beautiful.

An enemy soldier came running recklessly up behind the Lightning warrior, broad katana raised over his head as he bellowed a shout. A quick flashstep into the fray and Sozoshi had joined the Lightning warrior at its back, skewering the enemy through the chest as he charged. She shook the body off of her spear-tip and then turned to face the back of warrior she had fallen in love with. "Ah, so beautiful. The way you handle your blades, the clash of futility as they strike your armor, it's beautiful, inspiring!" She stepped out from behind to stand and look the warrior in the face. "Ah, a woman, how even more radiant you are." She took a few steps back, starting to spin her weapon between her fingers again. "Too beautiful to waste, I won't let any of them kill you, I'm the only one worthy of that privilege!" With that, she held her hand out in front of her, still twirling her weapon and then stopped it short with a clench of her fist, her fingers wrapped around the shaft holding it directly sideways, parallel to the ground, "C'mon then, let's make it good one!" She leapt forward with a crazed look in her eye, spear raised to swing a two-handed overhead blow straight down as she descended on her newfound love, and she couldn't have been happier.

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SephirothSage · May 10, 2015

In Which the Lion responds to being Poked.

Initially, she merely assumed it was an ally coming to assist her- heaving a sigh of relief as the oncoming enemy squads began their rush. She's a bloodthirsty psychopath herself, but not to the degree of turning on ones own allies- indeed, the very concept is unimaginable to her, repulsing her on a deep psychological level as a violation of the personal honor code that she holds sacred- even if it is a warped, twisted honor code based on Duty more than anything, it is honor...

So it comes as an abrupt surprise to her when the woman changes tone mid conversation, and leaps at her. She grimaces- she notices the squads shouting out their location, moving in. She hears the sound of more soldiers rushing her and her new opponent. She feels rage. She feels pulsing, heated, storming rage- and steps back, storm release chakra- akin to lightning, but burning with a far more chaotic intensity- burning along her blades once more- flashing into being as she moves and roars out...

"Save it for the enemy, you foolish woman!" She cries- her headband gleaming, reflecting the vivid blue light of her blades- as they arc to catch the spear in a scissor-like hold, or at least to attempt to- her intent to rend the weapon into thirds before it can reach her, or catch and hold it in her blades if it's strong enough to endure that force....

There's a plan in her mind, as her blades arc towards the spear.... a simple plan, a solid plan- but it flickers away as her pupils dilate, as adrenaline shoots through her limbs- and a laugh peels from her lips, contradicting what she just said.. as she realizes she may very well have a real fight on her hands- and breathes out another sentence.

"Or at least... finish cleaning up the trash first..."

ookami · May 11, 2015

Shinra and his summons landed in a group of kakureyami soldiers. The boss summon crushed a dozen soldiers upon landing. Shinra tore through the five closest soldiers with his pole arm before quickly unsealing dart whip. He decapitated two soldiers and slit the throats of eight more. The remaining five attempted to flee only to find a seal barrier prevented their hasty retreat. "Leaving so soon? It's impolite to leave without properly greeting your superiors. Now bow!" The first soldier screamed and rushed Shinra only to have the dart whip wrapped around his neck. The white tiger sage tugged and off went his head. His headless body fell to its knees and into a bowing position before toppling over. The last four soldiers huddled back to back. Shiro pounced on them and exhaled freezing them in place before charging through them shattering the frozen soldiers into broken bits of ice.

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White Masquerade · May 12, 2015

Daradei

(Shirotaiyo)

"Aw...whaaaat? Kicked out of camp and now hiding in the Land of Darkness? No freakin' way! How the heck are we supposed to get him now? Ugh!" With a tilt back of the head, the woman palmed her face. "Why?" She groaned aloud. There was always a problem. Always. Could a tailed beast or Jinchuriki just waltz into the middle of her hands? No! There was always some kind of stupid catch!

You girls just missed it; it already ran away.

Sorry, I didn't know you were looking for a horse with 5 tails...this here has just one.

Yeah, I know said I saw a big flying beetle but...I lied. I just wanted to meet you all.

The excuses that came up during their search for these bijuu, astonished the girl. Why were these things so hard to find?

"Yeah. Yeah. You can still have it. Getting some information is better than none." With a toss, the girl lobbed it towards Hanbungetsu and Chiaki...only for it to begin rolling its way back.

"AHHHHH!" Daradei shrieked. "Get it away from me! Get it away! Get it away!"

In one fluid motion, she whipped around, re-saddling her pink pegasus. It kicked off the ground just as the sword lurched its way to where she was. "Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!" Circling above over Han and Chiaki once more from the skies, Daradei gave them a wave. "Thanks again for the info guys! Good luck with that sword! I'd burn it if I were you!"

As the teen flew off, a low growl could be heard coming from Samehada. Swords normally aren't supposed to have emotions, but for some reason, this one sounded...pissed.

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Kinzu Hekmatyar · May 12, 2015

Without another though she caught the blade by the handle,first by one hand than both as the blade suddenly movement caught her by a slight surprise.using her great arm tec. As her body took a slight tone appearance as she able to to hold onto the blade with one hand,as she felt the leeching that came with the blade.speaking to the sword ," you'll have to calm down Samehada,so i can storage you properly ".she spoke to it as if it was a person.Chalking up the sword frustration to it being handle oddly than or even the lost of its original user,however more than likely being kicked did the most rage to the blade.

As she would contently allow the blade to its leeching of chakra to let it settle down as she took a sharp sigh ,closing one eye she unfurl her Seven swords summoning scroll with one hand,laying Samehada down as there a sudden poof as the sword was absorb,though the writing on the scroll vanished as Han filched slightly.holding her right shoulder moving her hand as a tattoo had made it way there as it started at the top of her right shoulder,it simple read "Shark Skin".she would have to take another deep breath.

Turning to Chiaki giving him apologetic grin,than a sigh rubbing the back of her head,"I guess i am in you debt Chiaki,as well somewhat ashame at my own actions,up an til this point i wish to redeem myself to you but i'll admit i'm not sure how i can ".she shuffle from side to side in a slightly uncomfortable motions .shuffling in the snow a bit her expression that of embarrassment as her mind caught up with what she had nearly done,she could be in serious trouble at throwing the Tail Beast under the bus.Though also could have just lost her own friend trust an respect at her sudden grab for a blade,just the mere desire for it had been something of a power lust.

She knew she would have to keep that in check if she wish to keep up her search though with Samehada in her grasp she was a force to be reckon with,though know the only blade now to look for in the Kumo was Kiba ,twin blades to some than she would likely have to join the next crusade into the Land of darkness to pick up the tracks of the other blades.though to her Samehada was the most concerning blade due to the fact it of it abilities could even cause trouble for tail beast.that was on hiatus now that she would deal with the fall out with Chiaki an trying her best to keep her patch work friend together.though the tattoo idea Chiaki have given her made managing with the sword easier an didn't have to fear the scroll being stolen.Rolling the scroll up an tucking the scroll away into a utility pocket while awaiting the boy reaction .

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White Masquerade · May 12, 2015

Shirokko

(One-Tail)

What?

The shinobi dropped her guard watching the whole spectacle unfold. The girl was killed...only to reappear as the man standing in front of her moments before. She then walked away, leaving Shirokko to stare at her back fading from view. Incredible. Absolutely incredible. After doing all that, turns out it was just a prank by some silly spear-wielder.

With a grimace, the woman let her anger subside; turning to the woman named Orisas. "Thank you miss," she offered simply, with a nod. "For all your help."

In the next moment, she bounded off using bursts of wind to catch up to the struggling Akiko-chan. "Here, Akiko-chan. Let me. The soldiers seemed to have thinned, but there are still some more out there. It'd be dangerous taking him to camp alone." Picking up the man by his right arm, Shirokko slung it over her shoulders.

"Oh?" His weight caught her by surprise. Despite the height...he was...light. She had never seen him in the camp before, but from the encounter, one thing was for certain.

Mounting a surprise attack, then falling out of a tree like that?

The shinobi was a fool. A damned fool. A fool that would one day get himself killed.

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QuirkyAngel · May 12, 2015

Chiaki

Chiaki watched the Daradei fly away on a pink horse. It was a very...strange...scene. Shaking his head, Chiaki glanced back towards Han-san who was soothing Samehada...which, surprisingly, seemed rather attached to Daradei.

Probably because of her immense chakra.

Chiaki didn't think he could handle such a volatile weapon even if it were given to him. It would be far too much of a hassle dealing with a sentient sword...especially one that ate chakra. Chiaki was satisfied with Nuibari which suited him more. Besides, lifting such a big weapon seemed a lot more effort than it was worth...considering the weapon's size and his own diminutive one. Chiaki watched Han-san as she sealed away Samehada, frowning worriedly when Han-san flinched and a tatoo appeared on her arm.

A testament to her dedication.

Chiaki couldn't really understand Han-san's resolve, though he respected her for it. He had never really wanted anything...nor did he have a goal to aspire too. His one wish as a child was to become a shinobi because that was what he imagined his parents would have wanted. However, now that his wish had come true, Chiaki didn't really have anything else he wanted. Chiaki supposed he was a bit jealous of Han-san in that regard. She had a bright burning fire within her whereas Chiaki had none. He figured that by surrounding himself with people who have different dreams and passions, Chiaki would find a passion of his own. The fact that Han-san was willing to share her passion with him made Chiaki incredibly happy.

Han-san approached him awkwardly...seeming a bit more nervous than her usual self. Chiaki listened quietly as Han-san spoke. When she was finished, he looked up. "You didn't really do anything, Han-san."

Fortunately.

"Even if you did do something wrong, the person you should apologize to would not be me...but Shirokko-san." Chiaki continued smoothly. "And we are friends...so I do not consider you to be in my debt. However, if you still feel ashamed and the need to be redeemed, I would be very happy if you and Shirokko-san tried to be friends. I really dislike having to choose sides."

Chiaki smiled at Hanbungetsu. "So...let's head back to the battlefield where our comrades are."

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Akiko-chan

Akiko-chan watched as Shirokko lifted Roku over her shoulders. "Thank you, Shirokko-dono,"

The little wolf yawned. She wanted to return to Chiaki-dono's side. However, all that effort dragging Roku had made her tired.

"I think I'll take a nap."

With that said, Akiko-chan disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Kinzu Hekmatyar · May 13, 2015

Hanbungetsu squinted at Chiaki,her expression that of a scowl before she choose her own words,"I cannot or rather will not admit my fault to the Suna brat,Chiaki as she hate me for my criticizing of pathetic control over her tail beast.Who i figure has more control over her than she has of him, i cannot reason that we could ever fine equal ground.."Suddenly giving her sharp tooth grin,giving a moment for her words sink into Chiaki as she crossed her arms.The grin fading as it went back to her natural scowling again,"Just kidding...if that what you want ,i'll try to be somewhat friendlier to the Shirokko but i don't about friend were like water and fire".She would step toward Chiaki cradling his face for a moment between her hands.

"Hrm only if you were a bit older i would claim that silver tongue of your for my self,perhaps in a few years i might yet".staring into Chiaki face with her rather dead grey color eyes, releasing his face to turn away likely this was her mean of flirting though it was more bashful an threatening as if claiming Chiaki rather than stating her interest."So keep that pretty face from being scratch up to much,i can stand your adorable face". As she would have began to take off at a run ,her mind thought little of her confession now that she was back on the clock of defending the camp .Clam clone following after her blowing kiss at Chiaki with a wink as it turn it head to keep its eyes on on it master,as it teased her mentally asking what caused this confession,perhaps the way the bomber woman glance and attention on him.

Han would set onto the closes soldiers who happen to be double back toward were she had been with Chiaki ,6 in all as the first two saw Han an threw kunai,to which she deflected with her own kunai to sudden racing foward like a bullet train,low an fast bounding upward the hooked Kiri kunai wedge it self up an under the first man helm cutting with ease through his carotid artery. Gurgling the man form crumple to the ground as the man next to him hadn't escaped Han,as she lept she had turn her body wrapping her legs about the man neck snapping it .As her weight combine her with her twisting motion did him in,releasing the corpse to one man behind the first pair to immobilize him.Catch her self on her hand,throwing her kunai at the down forth man who deflected it with his katana running forward. Only to be stopped in his track as his blade clashed with Clam with the use of water blades that appear at the clone wrist a pair to be exact,the free blade slamed into the man stomach blade tip being pulled downward eviscerating the man his form going limp.

Clam used the corpse as a meat shield for him an his summoner as the last two who were stand threw kunai,as the third had gotten up recovering from being hit by his comrade.Hans had righted her self taking one of the dead men katana as she rushed forward around clams meat shield the recovering man didn't have much time as her head went sailing upward.Han using the borrowed katana to deflect another barrage of kunais form the other two,the pair charged now the first being dispatched by Han with a quick faint at a high blow .the first fell for it blocking high when suddenly falling backward as his legs had been served at the knees,naturally screaming bloody murder as the pain shot through his body.His partner rushing foward to attempt to protect his dying comrade,attacking Han with a barrage of slashes .Han playing on a even field with him back peddling from him,keeping her placid expression as she let the man tire him self before side steeping a a downward cut .

She would bring her own blade down to remove the man hands at his wrist the detached hands clasping the blade his blade in vain,before he felt him self toppling backward.Han kicking him hard behind his knees,even before he reach the ground he felt the katana being drove into his torso as Han spear him into the ground with the blade .Hans leaving the man speared into the ground rolling her shoulders the other man who had been cut at the knee had try to crawl away Han picking up three stray blades.Walking up to the crawling man to pin him under foot,driving two blades into his hand .working as if she was doing acupuncture with sword before using the last blade to end the man suffering driving it into his neck.

With this she and Clam resume there warpath down as she noted the now dropping number of men she ,reason the base defense was all but nearing it finish.Now to slay the stragglers an then the work load would be done ,how she wonder how the castle attack was going she hoped she and the other wouldn't be called to reinforce them as she was feeling some what winded at this point.An felt somewhat peckish for something to eat perhaps have tea at Chiaki hut she reason .

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A thin tuft of white sand, wedged its way in-between the skirmish; a fluid block of crystal grains preventing the two weapons from colliding in pointless clash. A woman not too far off, raised her arm. She was carrying an unconscious man propped up against the left of her back. Her posture and thoughts were in one accord. In their way, they silently spoke the same words as her voice.

"What is wrong with you? Now you're really getting me annoyed."

Splaying out her palm in inaudible command, the sand pushed apart, gently repelling the duo locked in battle to opposite directions. "Are you two nuts? What's going on in those heads of yours? We're in the middle of an invasion...and you're out here fighting for what? Fun?"

The girl's countenance on the left with the crackling katanas, didn't quite ring a bell. Steel boots and gauntlets, scar cascading down the green of her left eye...short, silvery hair. Features like those Shirokko would have surely remembered. The other one though...was familiar. It was the same woman from before, who took so much pleasure in playing that inane little trick of hers. Yes. The Sand-nin remembered every infuriating detail.

Keeping a slipping Roku in place with her left, the shinobi brought life into her sand by undulating the joints of her right. "You know. We haven't even properly met and I already don't like you. Something about you puts me off. You act like some kind of rogue ninja."

Narrow streams of sand began to twist around one of Sozoshi's legs, trying to keep her locked in place. "Now leave, before you get really hurt. And don't set foot near this camp again. We're right in the center of a war little girl. We have no time for your childish games."

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In times like these, there was usually a moment one would call the calm before the storm. However, the current atmosphere lacked any sort of tranquility. As men, women, and children stood outside of the wooden huts they now referred to as homes following the destruction of a new age, all seemed tense, an impending calamity that was only kept away from the people's thoughts by an attempt at raising morale.

The speech that spread to all of those in attendance appealed to their emotions, memories of loss and the amount of effort put forth for this day. From the man filled with vigor and blue sparks that showed the intensity of the situation, feelings were conveyed to each and every one of those who had called the encampment home. All except for one.

Kouki, as he stood among those that listened, failed to form complete understanding over what was currently being said. He had never heard of the Kages that the Lightning user referred to and the boy had certainly not been preparing for the coming conflict, completely unaware of the happenings within this camp and what those within strived for. The sudden slap had only added to the confusion, unsure of why someone would suddenly harm themselves, the stream of tears a sight foreign to him, never having witnessed such a display.

Of all the things that Kouki failed to understand, there was one thing that was quite clear. The talk of preparation and the mention of a dark force was more than enough, only furthered by what came across as an extended battle cry. War was imminent.

Kouki remained in a permanent state of neutrality, lazy features unfitting for the talk of battle. The only time when his internal state shifted was when images suddenly floated through his mind, a view of a castle he had never seen, yet was presented fully. Information came in a flood, but it was not overwhelming for him, only peaking his curiosity as he wondered how such a thing worked.

When the vision had dissipated and the proclaimed commander questioned the crowd, Kouki had a choice to make. He could stay here and defend the lives of the innocent, protecting the camp from the enemy force. The option of infiltration had also been presented, responding in kind to their opponents and launching an attack. With both noble and a great aid, the decision was difficult for some. However, the boy's mind had already been made up, his path known before planning had commenced. He chose neither.

This was not his fight. While he may have lacked knowledge in many areas, his decision to remain uninvolved did not stem from this. It was not as if he had never heard of Kakureyami or felt the flames that resulted from the Kage's attack, the direction of his life having been changed from the events that occurred ten years ago. He simply held no care for this world or the humans that resided in it.

For many years, he had despised humanity, being a member of the race something that he always disliked. They fought their own kind and caused needless destruction. He simply couldn't understand their actions, puzzling him greatly. Even now, human nature was apparent, a future ground for yet another war surrounding him. Kouki was never able to understand right or wrong and was brought up to be emotionally unattached from everything, but even in this state, the world seemed wrong.

No matter how much his curious nature would lead him to question their kind, his relationship with other people only extended to interest alone. It was an endless cycle of hate that they created and led the world into a pit of destruction of their own free will. Even if he could not understand the complexities behind this due to how his mind functioned, he at least had some grasp. Humans...were truly disgusting creatures.

Kouki had no interest in stopping the war or fulfilling the purpose he had been raised for. He was a purely neutral force that acted on curiosity alone and lived without any sort of attachment or deep thought. This battle did not interest him, leaving him with no reason to stay.

Without so much as a blink, he turned his back to the pleas for assistance and those who were clearly in need of help. Eyes on the wooden gate he had walked through six months ago, he would be doing so once more. No word or thought, he began to walk, all of his intrigue gone from this place.

While one left, two remained. Gulping silently as Kenji spoke, Kiyomi felt her father grip her shoulders tightly from behind. While the amount of pressure the man was putting on her shoulders was a bit bothersome, she did her best to ignore it. It was life threatening, and she knew he was only doing it because he was worried. She was as well. Hell, everyone was. How could they not be?

"The world is a dark place, huh Father?" she mumbled to the man behind her.

He nodded tensely, glancing down at his daughter. "Yes....yes, unfortunately it is."

Looking up, she tried to smile for the man, but it was for naught. Her smile was weak and strained, and he wasn't even looking at her anymore. Instead he was staring at Kenji, the man on the stage. Sighing deeply, she reprimanded herself for not paying attention to the man in charge as he spoke of the operation. Swallowing, her body tense, Kiyomi fisted her hands in to her skirt, glancing down at the dirt, struggling internally.

As she continued to listen, the argument in her mind only grew and her father's grip on her tightened. Wincing slightly, she shifted, attempting to lessen the pressure.

"From here on, I'll be commander for this operation. Any questions or concerns, you report to me. Now. I need volunteers. Who's willing to journey to the heart of the cloud? Who's going to stay here with me and defend our home?"

At the words spoken, Kiyomi felt as if everything had frozen. The entire camp. Feeling a cool breeze wave her hair before her, the female Uchiha knew her decision. Gulping, trying and failing to calm her nerves, she stepped forward, breaking her father's hold on her.

"I'll go." she stated, projecting her voice as loud as she could, hoping it remained strong. "I'll journey to the heart of cloud."

Katashi tensed as his daughter spoke. As she finished her declaration, the older male grabbed his daughter by the arm, firmly but gently, he started dragging her away.

“F-father…!” she gasped, startled as she was suddenly jerked away from everyone.

“Not yet,” Katashi told his daughter, feeling anger, pride, worry, and so many other emotions warring inside of him. Dragging her away from the crowd and towards the gates, where he knew no one would hear them, the father of a teenager sighed.

Gulping slightly at her father’s words, Kiyomi knew he was upset with her. She was surprised with herself. She hated the thought of going in there, but she knew it was for the best. She had some talents, and here at camp they’d be useless. But at the Castle? There, she could actually do something!

Finally tugging her arm free, Kiyomi stopped walking, crossing her arms, leveling her father with as heavy a stare as she could muster.

“Father, I’m going.”

“Kiyomi,” he started.

“No!” she interrupted. “I’m going and that’s it! I’ll be nothing but a burden here! Nothing to do, and will only get in the way, causing problems for people! At least if I go, I can be an on-site medic!”

“And what if you die Kiyomi?!”

Mouth closing at that, the raven-haired Uchiha looked down, clenching her fists. “I know the risks, I made my dec-”

“No, you don’t know the risks!” Katashi snapped. “You’re an Uchiha, and you have an activated Sharingan, even if it is altered somehow! If people learn of this, they will do anything in their power to capture you, especially with the Uchiha clan gone, once again. You will be a target, Kiyomi, and I won’t be able to protect you.”

Biting her lip harshly, Kiyomi knew he had a point, but still. She knew death was a possibility. Heck, with the world as it is, staying here could make death a possibility. Looking back up at her father, ready to make him understand she was leaving, she caught sight of Kouki, and a small smile lit up her face.

“Kouki!”

With scarlet eyes on the camp's wooden gates, the owner of said gems soon to move to the path beyond them, all movement slowly ceased when a call spread across the area. As Kouki turned his head, raven hair entered his gaze, a flowing black river he had grown used to seeing. Each of those ebony strands would soon sway, a light wind created by the boy as he appeared before Kiyomi in an instant.

"What is it, Onee-san?" He was soon to leave this place, yet she called out to him. What was it that she needed of him in his final moments? As he stared with the usual, unchanging expression, another dark head entered his line of sight. Unlike the former river, this was more reminiscent to a pool, its size kept short.

Cocking his head to the side, tilting away from the previous straight aimed at Kiyomi's face, Kouki came to stare at the man. This was the other one that lived within that house, another constant presence during his stay. "Ojii-san?"

Smiling brightly at the boy, she covered covered a chuckle at the nickname for her father. "I was wondering," she started slowly. "Where were you about to go? Cause, I was hoping you'd be able to help me with something."

For a moment, Kiyomi felt bad. Like she was using the boy some way. Though it didn't really make sense. All she wanted to ask him was if he'd, "...come to the Castle with me..." she muttered aloud unknowingly.

Attention returning to the older woman, Kouki's head shifted once more, almost resting on his left shoulder. Rather than simple observation, the gesture was an expression of confusion. The inquiry that followed was genuine, yet with the topic surrounding it, could be taken in many ways. War, destruction, and loss of life was near for countless people, yet he would ask such a thing. "Why would I do that?"

Numerous reasons could be given. Lives were in danger and a camp was threatened. A dark force held the land in a vise-like grip, refusing to let go unless cleaved by a blade. It was seen as the correct and possibly only thing to do when morality played a role, an action those were meant to take. However, despite how cruel these words may have seemed, they had been spoken. Morals were foreign to him, as were the actions that humans had labeled as "good" or "just".

It wasn't as if he was in support of the opposite either. The contrasting force of "evil" was not something he advocated, the meaning equally foreign to his mind. No, as much as the action of leaving may have been viewed as wrong, the boy never intended for it to be and the idea had not crossed his mind. It simply did not interest him, this matter entirely separate from his life.

Kouki followed a life fueled only by curiosity, all actions for the purpose of satisfying it. He held no care or interest, not for this war or the people left to feel its effects. There was no reason for him to participate in these plans.

Nearly forgetting the initial question, confusion for as to why he would act taking over, Kouki parted his lips once more. "I was leaving."

A frown immediately setting itself upon her face, Kiyomi took a small step forward. “Why would you be leaving…?” she asked, forgetting that her father was there.

Katashi, who had been in the process of lighting a new cigarette, finally lifted the item to his lips, watching the two. While he’d been surprised at the site of the boy appearing on his doorstep with his daughter, he could understand why she brought him with her. Sighing, the man already knew that his child was hoping to convince the boy to go with her to the Castle, in hopes that he would agree.

“Alright, Kiyomi-chan, I’ll make you a deal,” he said, now holding the cigarette with two fingers. “If the boy,” he nodded at Kouki, “goes with you, I’ll let you go.”

Turning to face Katashi, Kiyomi stared at him in shock for a moment before a grin split across her face. “Yes! Thank you!” she cried, jumping on the man in a hug.

Chuckling, with his free hand, Katashi pat the raven haired girl on the head. “You still have to make him agree.”

Frowning she released her father and whirled so she was facing Kouki again. "Pleeaaasee come with me!" she begged, clasping her hands together in front of her.

Kouki's blank expression remained as the father and daughter engaged in a brief display of affection. Even as a smile would turn downward, this remained unchanged. The plea would do nothing, the boy staring with eyelids halfway closed.

No matter how much one would cry or beg, Kouki could not be moved. It was impossible, the inability to understand emotions, whether positive or negative, leaving expression of feelings with no effect on his being. It was akin to an attempt at making one remember an occasion that they had no memory of, Kiyomi trying to make an emotional appeal to a boy that lacked a connection with everything in this world. There was only a single reason he engaged in any act, the one that drove everything he did. There was no such thing as justification, only satisfaction of mere interest.

Looking at the boy before her, Kiyomi frowned, while Katashi felt hope. Kouki would refuse his daughter and she would remain safe, at home.

Thinking quickly, her mind racing, Kiyomi realized what had made Kouki so interested in her in the first place. “I’ll tell you everything I know about the Sharingan!” she blurted.

"......"

Kumogakure Castle

The night sky would grow bright with each flash of light, accompanied by the roar within the clouds. With the white mass floating, the once powerful village true to its name, the moon cast a pale light upon what had been consumed by darkness. Here, he stood atop a pole that had been left untouched during time of destruction, his skin of matching complexion to the hovering sphere unaffected by chilling winds that blew, the tips of fresh snow obscuring red eyes as they silently observed their target.

With the previous image presented to those in the camp returning to his mind, Kouki recognized the surrounding area of rock and glass despite never having visited the hidden community within the Land of Lightning. Orbs of scarlet examined every inch of the castle-like structure, the sight of the first floor connecting with his previous mental vision. With glass surface in sight, the boy rose from his crouched position, maintaining balance on the narrow metal.

As he descended from his roost, the current situation was one that filled him with a sense of familiarity. While the setting may have been somewhat different, the sensation of resting his hand over the clear surface and wooden walls were all the same. Four silhouettes came into view, not unlike those he had come upon moments before their bodies would grow cold and cease movement. The only difference here was that these were not innocent beings, rather soldiers that fought for the sake of evil. If he were to end their lives, it would not be met with the same anger and horror as the times when he had acted against women and children. However, none of that mattered to Kouki.

Before the stationed men could register the sound of breaking glass, two had already fallen, kunai breaking through protective skulls. With the heavy thuds and audible shatter finally bringing their attention to what was at their backs, slight horror was obstructed by the helmets they wore. It was a bit odd, being unable to see the expressions of those he killed, wide eyes and mouths left to hang open from failed cries. While it may have differed from the sights that had once been common, the following actions were perfect recreations of his past transgressions.

Resounding booms of thunder kept his movements mute, allowing him to work without fear of being discovered. However, it was unnecessary, every step silent, as if he was a phantom that hovered above ground. Not even the removal of the blade on his back produced noise before being driven into the exposed area between the headwear and chestplate. In one fluid motion, the steel was removed, disconnected as the top section was carried by a hidden wire into the remaining soldier's neck.

A soft clack was produced as the metal combined once again, leaving the two bodies to fall in unison. It had been accomplished quickly and efficiently, retaining an almost uncharacteristic air of professionalism. Kouki did not understand much about this world or its people, but this was something he excelled in. Even if he may not have fully comprehended death, bringing it upon others came naturally.

In contrast to the approach taken by Kouki, a commotion could be heard from above. Eyes fixed to the ceiling, he blinked a few times as he walked across the pile of armor resting at his feet. "What's that about?"

As he voiced the question, a group of five had apparently been pondering the same thing. For a moment, Kouki simply stared at the soldiers, running his hand through the white atop his head that managed to remain pure. At this point, with the opposing party preparing to draw their weapons,

stealth was no longer a viable option.

Before a charge could be declared, each of the armored guards would find their bodies being brought closer together. With their initial close proximity to one another, wrapping the bladed wire hadn't been much of a challenge, the extended sword coiling like a snake as it sunk several fangs into exposed skin. Before any action could be taken, a blue spark became visible, one that would soon travel along the black thread. Restrained by conductive material, it wasn't long before each enemy fell, collapsing on one another like a toppled house of cards.

Retracting his weapon for the second time, Kouki sauntered over to the newly created pile, kneeling as he took the chance to observe. Hands running over every item in their possession, nothing stood out with the exception of the helmets that kept their features hidden, somewhat unique in design. Since he began roaming the world, he had yet to see any of his attackers wearing such equipment, prompting him to investigate further.

While each pull initially yielded resistance, the protective wear would soon detach, soft brown hair revealed before a thud would reach his ears. With the helmet successfully removed, Kouki straightened himself, closely observing the object in a similar fashion to the eyes that led to his participation in this mission. Shuffling with the armor once more, his vision would darken for a moment before the piece settled. Clad in black like the fallen soldiers, the addition was almost fitting.

With his new possession, Kouki continued his mission as he left to traverse the castle. However, rather than proceed to the next floor, the boy walked in the opposite direction. Returning to his starting point, he once again stood outside the glass exterior.

His form would be replaced by a blur, soon reappearing as he scaled the side of the building. With chakra concentrated at the bottom of his feet, he climbed with ease, moving beyond the second floor and arriving at the third. With the uproar that recently took place, it was unlikely that any soldiers remained.

(First Floor: One soldier remaining)

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