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Post by Rikuo Uchiha on Feb 11, 2012 17:13:32 GMT -5
It was a sunny day in Konoha with a gentle breeze that seem to sweep through the busy village with both Ninja and Civilian alike enjoying their day. How ever one ninja was not and his name was Rikuo Uchiha having just comeback from an A rank Mission the young Jounin was currently walking down the street of the market place looking for something to do."Ahh why must everyone I know be out on a damn mission the one time I get a day off Kami must hate me?" after Rikuo said this he kept on his path looking for something to do it didn't take long for him to come across a bench. Alright this is probably gonna take a while.[/i] With this thought Rikuo took his Ninjito of his back and sat down on the bench to think.
As Rikuo thought he stared up at the sky and watched some of the clouds go by. Oh Kami no I'm be coming a Nara next thing I know I'll start thinking every thing is troublesome.[/i] Rikuo quickly shook this thought out of his head and decided to look away from the clouds least the turn him Nara. Their wasn't much to do in the hidden leaf most high ranking Ninja's were out on the front line and Rikuo didn't feel like fighting a Gennin to blow of steam. Maybe I should see if I can get a couple of D-ranks to do to kill my week of.[/i].With this in mine Rikuo stood up and continued his walk.[/size]
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Post by Klause Tsuma on Feb 11, 2012 18:38:36 GMT -5
A bright sun hung in the sky overhead, white fluffy things slowly made their way west. Occasionally casting shadows on the ground and blocking out the harsh ultra violet rays. The day was calm as the fresh, spring breeze, flew in from the west. It made the leaves on the trees flutter like the flapping of a birds wings. Most people might enjoy the nice weather outside, but Klause was not most people.
The young Chuunin had just walked into the village after coming back from a mission. He had been sent, with two other squad members to retrieve a scroll from an enemy village. It was a mission that was vital to Konaha's survival, a scroll that had important information about the village on it. He failed the mission. On his left eye was proof that things went out of control. It was a black eye patch, covering up a scar which was now embedded into his left eye, a reminder of the horrible mistake he made. A reminder of how he failed the mission and also cost his teammate her life.
His paced slowed as he came to the entrance in the market place. The place was brimming with villagers, it was loud and excitement filled the air. This place was much too noisy for him right now. He wanted to just lie down in a corner and let his dreams take over.
(OOC: Ok so BK there are actually several things I would personally like you to fix. The first being that whenever your character speaks out loud you must put in quotation marks. This will let us know much easier, what is what alright?
Also, in situations where he is simple thinking to himself. Keeping that italicized is perfectly fine.
So I noticed throughout that whole post, you NEED to put a space between every period that we come across.)
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Post by Rikuo Uchiha on Feb 11, 2012 19:55:42 GMT -5
It didn't take Rikuo long to make his was back to the market place from where the bench he had been sitting on was. As he made his way towards the market place he stopped at a fruit cart and bought a couple of apples and made his way to the exit. Having put up with the market enough Rikuo began to make his way towards the exit so that he could head back to the Clan district he replaced his Ninjito on his back and brushed a strand of his hair out of his eyes. Rikuo maneuvered his way through the busy streets till he was in view of the exit Wonder if I'm gonna get mobbed the second I walk through the gate Kami I hope not.
As Rikuo approached the exit he noticed someone who seemed to be in deep thought if their pacing was any indication he noticed the Chuunin vest as he made his way towards them.As Rikuo got with in ear shot of them he spoke."You know if ya keeping pacing like that then before long your gonna make a trench and people start falling in it." As Rikuo said this he leaned against one of the gates to the market place and took a bite from the first apple and offered the other to his fellow ninja."Apple"
As Rikuo said this he allowed a slight grin to appear on his Uchiha features as he waited for the ninja to respond to his offer. As Rikuo waited he did a quick once over of the Chuunin he noticed the eye patch and noticed that the young man seemed troubled about something. Hmm I wounder if he was on that B rank I head about going wrong.
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Post by Klause Tsuma on Feb 12, 2012 0:02:29 GMT -5
Although he seemed fine on the outside, the fact was that Klause was utterly exhausted. Who wouldn't be after witnessing those events? A heavy breeze blew past him, almost knocking the man off his feet.
Raising a hand he quickly checked his own temperature, he was burning up. Trying to shrug it off, Klause continued further into the village. Not eating for two days with little sleep and absolutely no water would do that to a person. He was lucky to have even survived the trip back without any help. Klause came to another stop as his eyes began to doze.
A man in the distance seemed to be calling out to him. This snapped the chuunin right out of the slumber he was beginning to fall into. Klause recognized this as one of the Uchihas, a well mannered man who was now offering him an apple. Klause reached out to take it, but instead everything went black and he colapsed to the ground.
(OOC: Alright so this time EDIT! Zeff erm... I mean BK!!!, I noticed several mistakes. I'm going to start by getting you to correct any word in there which is wrong and needs to be corrected. Remember there may be several words that are pronounced the same but have a different meaning. an excellent example of this is there, they're, and their.
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It didn't take Rikuo long to make his was back to the market place from were (This should be w - h - e - r - e) the bench he had been sitting on was. As he made his way towards the market place he stopped at a fruit cart and bought a couple of apples and made his way to the exit. Having put up with the market enough Rikuo began to make his way towards the exit so that he could head back to the Clan district he replaced his Ninjito on his back and brushed a strand of his hair out of his eyes. Rikuo maneuvered his way through the busy streets till he was in view of the exit Wounder (w - o - n - d - e - r) if I'm gonna get mobbed the second I walk through the gate good (g - o - d) I hope not.
As Rikuo approached the exit he noticed some one (Someone.... one word not two) who seemed to be in deep thought if their pacing was any indication he noticed the Chuunin vest as he made his way towards them.As Rikuo got with in ear shot of them he spoke."You know if ya keeping pacing like that then before long your gonna make a trench and people start falling in it." As Rikuo said this he leaned against one of the gates to the market place and took a bite from the first apple and offered the other to his fellow ninja."Apple"
As Rikuo said this he allowed a slight grin to appear on his Uchiha features as he waited for the ninja to respond to his offer. As Rikuo waited he did a quick once over of the Chuunin he noticed the eye patch and noticed that the young man seemed troubled about something. Hmm I wounder if he was on that B rank I head about going wrong.)
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Post by Sanosuke Yõkai on Feb 12, 2012 1:25:02 GMT -5
Konohagakure, the village hidden within leaves, was not terribly far away from the village of Furosato. Still, the journey was taxing on the body of a fourteen year old. Sano had packed food, water and supplies to last for several days; yet upon entering through the gates, he had naught but an empty brown sack. Clear skies there were today, but for the past several days storms had swept through the Land of Fire. Thunderstorms with heavy rains, and strong, warm gales of wind. These alone had delayed his route, thus using up what remained of his reserves. Still, the fresh air and the glistening rays of the sun above, were a welcome change; despite a constantly growling belly.
The empty sack, he tossed as quickly as he found the time to. Konoha was a clean place; well, mostly anyways, there were of course several backstreets he knew to avoid just by their looks. All things considered, it was rather easy to find a proper trash disposal unit to get rid of a simple sack. Outstretching a hand and upchucking the rest of what was now spoil food, he rid himself of his burden and was once more on his way down the road. He routed one corner, turned and proceeded down yet another cobblestone and brick street.
Although he was the odd person out, he did not lack a defined purpose and was mostly able to ignore the glares of the many passing folks alongside of him. Mainly, they stared at his Katanas; he had two of them, lassoed and tied around the waist of his blue and white kimono. They were not a foreign weapon. In fact, they were made in Japan, however around the great Shinobi Viliages, Katanas were only wielded by those in the elite Anbu unit. He, not wearing their attire could only be one other thing: a Samurai. They were not hated; yet to see one within their borders was not only surprising, but slightly frightening. Many would question his purpose, his political background, and of course his personal beliefs. However, the reason he was here was nothing so grand. Rather a simple obligation to a loved one. He was on his way to Konohagakure's memorial where fallen Shinobis' names were carved in stone, forever remembered in honor.
The marketplace, filled to the brim with crowds of potential buyers and sellers of wears, was no less crowded than usual. However, most were so unaware of their surroundings that they failed to notice the young boy as he slid on by them, brushing up against their collars, their shoulders, their chests and through them to another street. It was here that the masses finally started to thin, and it was also here that someone fell, and someone else was there to catch him. Under normal circumstances, this would not have delayed Sano, but something stirred in the pit of his stomach; something that just didn't quite sit right. Cautiously, with a hand on the hilt of one Katana, he approached the pair that had signaled themselves out.
"Do you require assistance?" He asked politely, blinking once. But otherwise, his face remained vacant, empty of most emotion. There was sadness there, but not sadness for them, or for their plight. He was missing someone now.
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Post by Rikuo Uchiha on Feb 12, 2012 2:31:01 GMT -5
Rikuo reacted fast as the Chuunin reached for the apple and seemed to pass out.quickly caught the man before he could hit the ground. Rikuo quickly placed the Chuunin's arm around his shoulder and helped him stand up straight so that he wouldn't wind up in the dirt. Rikuo did a quick glance at his luggage and gave him a quick shake. "Yo buddy you gonna make? It hold on I'll get ya to the hospital. As Rikuo got ready to Shunshin them both to the hospital.
As Rikuo gathered his chakra to Shunshin he sensed movement behind him and then heard a voice. "Do you require assistance?"Rikuo turned to face the voice and saw it belonged to a Samurai judging by his clothing and weapons. And if Rikuo were to guess he'd put his age at around fourteen Rikuo quickly turned to face the warrior. while keeping the Chuunin upright as he spoke. "Ah thank you samurai-san if it's not to much trouble just grab his other arm and I'll do the rest". As Rikuo said this he got ready to Shunshin all three of them to the hospital so Rikuo's unnamed friend could be treated. Rikuo gave the ninja he was carring a quick glance to try and gusse what was wrong with him using his basic medical knowledge.
It didn't take much to sum up his thoughts about his freinds condition. Hmm judgeing from the bags under his eyes i'm gussing he hasn't slept in a while. Which mean he probaly has a minor case of chakra exhaustion putting this two together would also explain his fever. Oh well better get him to the hospital to find out what's up. With those thoughts in mind Rikuo began to foces for his Shunshin so he could move all three of them.
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Post by Sanosuke Yõkai on Feb 12, 2012 13:21:35 GMT -5
Respectfully, Sano, bowed his head; very much aware that the man before him was one of stature, and of a presence that was both important and highly regarded within the village of leaves. This he did almost instantly, but before he stepped up alongside the Shinobi, dropped his shoulders and wrapped his own arm around, extending it to provide the proper leverage. Thereafter, nodding in approval, he could only wait to be whisked away. This he assumed of course was within the capabilities of the Shinobi. He had been taught such of their ways, and in turn expected it from someone of high stature.
Samurai-san, the Shinobi had said. A sort of mutual respect he had not, but should have expected from true ninja. Those that had stared at him so, had every right to fear him. They were harmless; they were simply defenseless civilians under the protection of those stronger than themselves. Briefly he wondered, if the only reason they did fear was in fact caused by their own nindo. War cometh to them, and because of that outsiders were frowned upon and suspected of treacheries, which in most cases, was beyond what they truly intended. He blinked; he inhaled, knowing that in the next instant, they would be gone from this place. As they would thus disappear, and thereafter reappear, only then would he release that intake of breath.
Was it wrong of him to fear something he could not see; something that he himself could not use? The answer was not clear, but from what he understood, all Shinobi utilized something known as chakra and from within their internal systems they were able to manipulate and manifest it in the form of pathways. From these tenketsu, the energy pulsed and was released into something more tangible. In this case, a technique that would take them from one place to another, at speeds that were far greater than that of a normal step. Personally, he had never seen it, but he had heard tales of the spinning and falling leaf crescents, that Konohagakure Shinobi left in their wake.
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Post by Rikuo Uchiha on Feb 12, 2012 14:53:40 GMT -5
Rikuo watched as the Samurai bowed and then took his place on the other side of the Chuunin. He noticed that as the samurai took his position on the other side he seemed to hold his breath. Probably the first time he's ever traveled by Shunshin hmm maybe I should warn him it's weird the first time. Rikuo noticed that they had drawn the gaze of some of the shoppers in the area probably because two guys were holding a passed out guy.
As Rikuo took in their surroundings he noticed several ninja in the crowed so he decided it was time to go. "Hang on might feel slightly odd". With that said Rikuo made a half Tiger sign with his free hand and the three vanished in a Leaf Shunshin. Almost instantly the three of them appeared in the main lobby of the Kohana hospital."Yo we could use a hand with this guy." With that the nurse at the desk signaled one of the doctors and a stretcher over to tend to the ill ninja.
The medics took the sick ninja from the Samurai and Jounin and took him to a room so they could treat him. With the ninja in the hands of the healers Rikuo turned to the Samurai and did a quick bow. "Thank you for your assistance Samurai-san my name is Rikuo Uchiha at your service". As Rikuo said this he extended his hand to shake the warriors hand.
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Post by Sanosuke Yõkai on Feb 13, 2012 16:45:43 GMT -5
The sensation was simply indescribable; it was a rush, but at the same time Sano's stomach flipped over and sent a wave of nausea ricocheting upwards from his intestines to the crux of his trachea. Even as they reformed, and their surroundings became clear cut once more, he still felt like the world was spinning about on a top. Balance shifted, and for a moment or so, he felt like he too was going to fall. Shutting his eyes helped, and with a hand he applied pressure to the root of his nasal cavity; thumb pushing up against one side and index finger on the other. His feet steadied; he swallowed an excess of saliva, and as he blinked the room was still.
The hospital was a more modern marvel, one brought about from the formation of the Shinobi world. In place of their old ways, there was technology, order, and structure. What had once been cured by herbs, was now treated by powerful substances known as drugs and antibiotics. For a few moments, he stared in wonder as the orderlies eased and worked the ill Ninja from his own arms and that of Jounin and onto a bed on wheels: a rolling, four-wheeled stretcher. They went off swiftly in their white gowns, beyond a threshold marked by double, paneled doors that shuttered open and close from a basic application of pressure, much like the kind from the stretcher as it gently forced them open. No sooner had they crossed, did the doors close and seal the waiting area off from patient rooms.
It was around the same time that, Sano, became truly aware of his surroundings. He blinked, once twice, thrice; snapped from his own thought processes, he titled his head, gazing at the outstretched hand before him. Unaware of their customary, hand-shake greeting, he instead bowed his head lower, out of respect when thanked. Without looking up he replied, "Yõkai, Sanosuke." After presenting his own name, he raised his head and met the Shinobi eye-to-eye, well in this case he did have to look up being several inches shorter. "That step; what is it called?" He asked, referring to the Shunshin that had brought them both here.
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Post by Rikuo Uchiha on Feb 13, 2012 19:07:56 GMT -5
Rikuo watched as the samurai bowed then it hit him with the force of one of Akane's right hooks. Right samurai don't shake hands. Rikuo quickly brought back his hand and rubbed the back of his head with it while wearing a sheepish grin. He then heard the samurai introduce him self as Sanosuke Yõkai this made Rikuo feel slightly at ease meant he could stop calling him Samurai-san. Rikuo was well aware who the Yõkai clan were most ninja were aware just so they didn't interfere in their business. But Rikuo hadn't really met any of them personally until now that was so he could cross that of his list of things to do.
Rikuo then heard Sanosuke's question."That step; what is it called?" Rikuo glanced over to one of the seats against the wall and took a step over to it and took his Ninjito of his back and sat in it he also pointed to the chair across from his with the sheathed blade. So that hopefully Sanosuke would sit in case he had more questions after Rikuo answered his current one. Rikuo then set the blade across his lap and spoke. "That is a Jutsu called the Shunshin it's a high speed movement ability that allows the use to move from one location to another almost instantly while at the same time appearing to vanish." Rikuo figured their was no problem with revealing the jutsu as it was basic. "That jutsu is taught to all chuunin and Jounin rank ninja as a way to get around the village faster. And if we know the area around a mission were on we can use it their too." Rikuo said this and leaned back in the chair and looked at the samurai.
He then decided to ask "So then Yõkai-san may I ask as to what has brought you to the hidden leaf on this fine day." Rikuo figured it that it couldn't hurt to ask after all it wasn't ever day you saw a samurai in a ninja village.And Rikuo was curious and it wasn't like he had anywhere to go today so he had time for a tale or two.
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Post by Sanosuke Yõkai on Feb 15, 2012 0:10:50 GMT -5
Did I do something wrong, Sano, wondered; gazing at the sheepish grin of the Shinobi and his rather awkward attempt to displace, well, an awkward moment with a less than subtle light-hearted expression. The hand that had been offered, rubbed the back of his head, and he went on to make himself a bit more comfortable with his surroundings. Of course, the same was offered to the Samurai, however he much preferred to stand and in turn did so, even as he listened to the man's response to his inquiry. However, it was hard to ignore that which had been brought to the center of attention: a Ninjato, the sister blade of the Katana, shorter but just as deadly in close quarters combat. Yet any proper swordsman would know that its considerable short reach was a major disadvantage in a traditional duel.
The Shinobi held it in his lap as if it were casual to do so. In truth, here it most likely was. Ninja often displayed their capabilities (at least tool wise) rather openly. With large pouches holding all manners of weaponry from kunai to cutting wire, it was rather hard to think of them anything other than a threat. Still, Sano, was more at ease when the blade was laid flat across the breadth of the man's thighs. He relaxed, and coxed his own gripping hand away from the hilt of his katana. Taking to a more casual stance, he moved up beside the Ninja and leaned his back against the wall alongside the row of chairs.
When Rikuo spoke, Sano listened; he mimicked the word: Shushin, parting his lips, yet not uttering a sound. The word was unfamiliar, however the description behind it was not lacking. High-speed-movement, indeed, he should say it was. He was a living testament to that fact, and was still a bit queasy from the endeavor. Whereas it had depth, the information was vague, no doubt 'twas on purpose. It was not really proper form after all to give a potential enemy information on secret arts. However, from what Sano understood, the user was not completely protected while using it, nor was he fully invisible to the naked eye, as the man suggested. Yet, the answer was a surprising olive branch nevertheless. He would have thanked the Shinobi, had he not asked his own question seconds later...
"You may ask," Sano replied. "Yet, I would rather not say; you see it's personal. I hope you can understand Rikuo-sama; I mean no dishonor towards you." The Samurai blinked, his eyes scanning as a few people entered the the hospital. They walked up to the counter and were waited on like the rest. Outside, the sun flared through a stream of clouds, bright and warm. It was past noon now and he was late, however that outside world faded from view as the doors closed once more.
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