Kichiro tried not to grin when the lady Hokage handed him a headband first. He had it tied to his neck before she'd gotten the third one out, forgetting his previous reservations. He watched the others receive their own and felt a twinge of pride that he and his academy mates had made it this far. It wasn't that the academy was so difficult that dozens dropped out, but it hadn't always been a walk in the park. He refocused on the present when the lady Hokage began speaking.
Open War? He'd joined Konoha in order to keep his dad safe, but this wasn't in line with his plans. s**t, he'd have to fight well to make sure he could even come home to his dad. It sounded like he was going to have to run before he could walk. As long as his fellow genin could keep up, they should all be alright. Right?
"Thank you," he said with a slight bow of his head. He hid his nervousness behind a smile, still wondering which of the others in the room would take her warning to heart. He moved to leave, but one of the girls that just received a headband asked a question about UHV. He wanted to scoff, but he didn't know the answer himself and elected to stay to hear the answer.
OOC: How many Kunai are in a Kunai Set? I wanna update my profile appropriately..
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 5:41 pm
From what he could hear while staring in the dark at his Hokage's ankles, it sounded like more and more people were filing in behind him, all repeating the same phrase as if they hadn't bothered to read back or even come up with their own dialogue. These folks couldn't handle talking to their boss without cues from others, how were they gonna survive. He chuckled to himself Hehehe, idiots, his low chuckles broken briefly with the advent of a now halved desk falling on his spine. Oh what wonders leather and wood did to protect him from furniture (it doesn't.)"Ow."Ol Moody would have her answer in a groaning chuckle accompanied by a thumbs up as bits of paper and files fell atop the pile. Today was a good day. Like a puppy he was sighed at, grabbed by the scruff, and hoisted to his feet, tilting his head down and shaking the dust out of his midnight strands."I'll fix it."A reflex response, but now with the thing nothing more than firewood, his best would be slamming two by fours on it with some bent nails and calling it a day. Semi-clean, he stood with his hands by his side, feeling as if maybe this was a ceremonial event of some kind, or it should be, but that melted away when he remembered these weren't given at graduation, so he visibly relaxed, looking to each of the others as headbands were passed out.
There was Zaphiel, a tosser. Ichiryu, who was also a tosser. Uga, who he remembered more than as a tosser simply because he was a fellow swordsman to measure himself against. Naomi, who until further interaction, was eye candy, and a tosser. Sumika, who was either a genius or a ditz, also eye candy, and tosser a he didn't know. There was Moody, who he was curious to learn about that stupid wood plank she wielded. Like a tosser And Yin, who he didn't even remember. Apparently they'd all been in the same class, since they at least looked kinda familiar? He'd care some more whenever, if ever, he was assigned a squad and leader.
Receiving the symbol of his Genin-ness, he turned it to face him, observing the symbol, then tied the steel banded cloth over his sash where he kept his katana. Forehead wear didn't suit him, because he doesn't have that on his profile picture. He looked up from this to see Kya getting the Hokage's. Curious. She hadn't performed that much better than anyone in class. She looked semi-flustered over it, as much as that harpy could be. It was probably just Takamatsu running out of them. Had to be. Just like that he was told to listen, and folded his arms over his chest, tilting his head just a bit, as if seriously listening. Maybe he was? Kanzaki certainly looked more attentive than he'd been in school. UHV ******** at it again? Apparently they were bad, at least by the rumbling he heard in the underground. He got his training permission though, not that he needed to be told to go hard. It was all he was good for. Tomorrow they'd find out more. Dismissed, he thought for a moment on his course of action, looking over each of his companions in turn, even Sumika and Kya who just sorta said '******** it' and left. Fine, be that way. When the harpy said her piece, he'd speak up too."You all heard the Hokage. Everyone, get to the Academy. Bukijutsu users will break off to the dojo after a couple hours. Move."Kanzaki got the hell out of that art gallery, lighting up a cigarette as he came into the open, bound for the Academy, after literally having just ******** left it."Yay, training bonuses..."
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神崎
Current BGM: Stats
Konoha Registration #379582545
Village KonohagakurexxxxxTitle GeninxxxxxRankDxxxxx Current Chakra 265 / 265xxxxxCurrent Stamina 255 / 255xxxxx Active Techniques:xxxxxxxxxxEnergy Recovery (-): [ - / - ]
Personal Attributes: • Professional Drinker: Recovery of chakra (not stamina) via 'Resting' at twice the normal rate while drinking alcohol. • Flame Proficiency: Katon [ Fire ] ninjutsu cost [50%] less chakra to perform. Class Reductions: ○ Bukijutsu Class • Learn Bukijutsu techniques one [1] post faster. xxxxx•Mystic Hero: Ninjutsu techniques through held weapon [ D Rank ] xxxxx•Mystic Hero: Can use physical bukijutsu techniques to negate ninjutsu techniques [ E - D Rank ] ○ Bloodline Class • Learn Uchiha techniques one [1] post faster. xxxxx•Thoroughbred: Maximum Chakra/Stamina Increase xxxxx•Thoroughbred: 5 Chakra/Stamina Uchiha technique cost reduction [ D Rank ]
Without looking the young Senju could tell that more people from their class were approaching since their unique chakra signatures were quite well known to her. This neat trick was a product of genetics and was just kind of on all the time, almost like a sixth sense. Due to that sense she knew that Oga was approaching her from behind though such foreknowledge gave no insight into what the man would do next. Though that partly had to do with the fact the her red eyes had caught sight of Moody B eyeing her for some reason. Oh no. Did I do something to make her mad? Why's she looking at me like that? These thoughts raced through her mind until they were stopped by Oga's comments about her appearance. "My curves....." Even under the red tattooing upon her face a red blush could be seen as embarrassment overtook the girl. The feeling even broke her CRBF causing her to loose that tough face she so often carried. However before a real reply could be mustered up, Moody had already assaulted the back of Oga's head and defended Naomi's honor with verbal insults. It was unexpected for sure but left her with a sense of gratitude for the girl. Part of her wondered why they hadn't really talked all that much before. Perhaps it had been easier to join in with the other girls in mocking Kya rather than stick up for a fellow outcast. Thank you so much Moody B, she replied silently but her eyes probably conveyed the message as the blush faded.
More classmates came and with each one Naomi sensed their approach however what she didn't see coming was them all copying her manner of addressing the Hokage. The behavior was quite unsettling once it became a pattern. For a girl with such low social confidence it was quite anxiety inducing to notice what was going on. Did they all get together and decide to make fun of me again? Why? I wish they'd just leave me alone. In reality the others were probably just nervous and copied because she was so good with formalities. However ones own reality was most often based entirely on their perception rather than objective fact. So for Naomi this gathering couldn't be over fast enough. A quick bow was given to the Daimyo as he left the office, and fortunately things proceeded rather quickly from there. Naomi received her own symbol of the villages and quickly tied it just above her hips so that it comfortably sat between the gaps in her armor. However she too took note of the gravity surrounding the headband that was given onto Kya. Such a thing seemed to precipitate into the news that war was approaching. A war which they would all be involved in. Though the enemy was unfamiliar to Naomi that didn't matter so much as that she had a clear direction and was being given supplies with which to utilize. Naomi would bow with acknowledgement of the orders and head off to the academy with the others even if she wished to be alone at the current moment.
森林
Current BGM: Stats
Konoha Registration #379585271
Village KonohagakurexxxxxTitle GeninxxxxxRankDxxxxx Current Chakra 505 / 505xxxxxCurrent Stamina 75 / 75xxxxx Active Techniques:xxxxxxxxxxEnergy Recovery (-): [ - / - ]
Personal Attributes: • Botanist: If a roll on botany fails, receive one extra roll for that task • Mokuton Heritage: Learn Bloodline techniques one [1] post faster Class & Clan Reductions: ○ Sensor Class • Learn Ninjutsu and Genjutsu techniques one [1] post faster. xxxxx•Oracle: Passively sense chakra in a radius of five [5] yards. ○ Medical Class • Learn Medical techniques one [1] post faster. xxxxx•Efficiency Expert: Select medical techniques have reduced cost. ○ Senju • Learn Suiton and Doton techniques one [1] post faster.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 6:14 pm
Holy Rinaku
KisukeShinsetsu ▬Genin ▪Inuzuka Clan▪ Tanto ▪ Chakra 410/410 ▪ Stamina 310/310 ▪ Fangs Chakra 410/410 ▪ Fangs Stamina 310/310 ▪ AC:0 ▪ Ryo:0 ▬
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So much noise, so much commotion. It seemed the class behind him had graduated as well. Either they laxed the test to graduate or they had a large group of good shinobi. It seemed they all seemed to be Uchiha or Senju they were founding members of the village. As if that meant anything nowadays. He could hear one who was very loud and seemed to yelling something. He then tripped over himself and literally broke his fathers desk. Kisuke sighed as the genin was brought up by the Hokage who then told Kisuke she would repair it. He wanted to reply with something like he doubted his dead father would mind a broken desk. But that was a bit too dark for him. Besides, his father and taka were very close. He nodded to all the things the Hokage said, the he was a little more aware about the tactics used by the UHV. What son wouldn't learn as much about the enemy who killed their father. He had better things to do than wait at the academy. He was going to complete some missions during the time."Alright Hokage-sama, I also request permission to head to Takumi at my discretion. Also would you give me a note that says I am purchasing items for you?" He would wait for Taka to reply.
Apparently the girl was even more flustered than Oga was, it was quite cute. It was something new for Oga, most people would just look at him like he was a monster, not that he could blame them he always had the angry "don't talk to me while riding the bus" face but alas memory hit in the face like he was boxing with it, the girl always had seemed to be shy in class, never really speaking much with other other than her brother not that Oga knew much about others since he had always been quite the loner too, thinking now where the hell was Naomi's brother at? Oga couldn't really recall anyone else other than the smaller female who had happily found the dog earlier but she was one that he had never spoken to before, and he did not have the foggiest of ideas why.
Oga was not sure how to react to being hit in the back of his head so suddenly, had he done something wrong? Then coming to realization made everything clearer why he was hit, it was ol Moody over there trying to be Oga's mother. Looking down towards her Oga would raise an eyebrow like he was confused. "It was a... Nice compliment for a nice girl unlike you hitting people from behind." Was Oga angry? No. They've always had their war of words since they knew each other, before Oga could continue the Daimyou would make his exit and Oga would give a slight bow towards his superior.
Oga would watch as the Kage picked up the fool who had crashed the table by tripping on himself, he looked like a little puppy being picked up and fixing the table? Maybe he could, maybe he couldn't, only time would tell. The Kage would make her rounds giving everyone their headbands meaning they could use the Dojo to their full potential whenever they wanted, while Oga was tying his own headband to his right arm he would notice that the Kage was handing Kya her own headband, Oga had no idea what the reason behind such nice act. Hearing the Kage's voice Oga would stand up and listen carefully. "War huh?" Those were the words echoing through his mind, he did know peace was not going to be something common but he could never know it would come as soon as he had gained the symbol of the village. The Kage had told them to train as hard as they could and meet at the academy, that was all Oga wished to hear, hearing Kya challenging him was had become common enough, she left him even before he could reply, Kanzaki summoning them to the academy in the other hand was a nice change of pace. "Let's go Naomi, I bet Kya will enjoy training with you..." Oga would say with a slight smile towards the Senju girl and then turn towards the armored male that he did not remember the name of. " Oh! And You there! Careful not to trip on something imaginary!" Oga would leave towards the academy behind the two.
It is completely understandable that a person could get excited about becoming a ninja but the noise is completely unnecessary. Though Ichiryuu is also excited but not going to make a big deal out of it like some people are. Now as a genin he already has his first instructions from Lady Hokage-sama; to head off to the Training facility to continue conversing about the war against the UHV. It isn't exactly surprising that there is war; there is always conflict in every era. No matter how big or how small. "Many thanks, Lady Hokage-sama, I'll take my leave and immediately head to the training facility as you commanded.."
Taka watched most of her shinobi filing out of the room and began to collect boxes when the shinsetsu asked her a question. Could he go to takumi. She looked at him for a few moments. It was against protocol to let a genin walk about alone especially a greenhorn straight out of the academy. She straightened with a box of paperwork and shrugged her shoulders. "You can go this once. Bring me back an order of udon from the noodle stand there. If your not back in time for the lesson however...well you'll regret it k?" She said, walking past him and winking at the young female tamer that had been silent to this point. She stopped in front of Sumika to answer a final question. "The uhv are an aggressive military group that are extremely predijuce against anyone utilizing their chakra. I'll explain more about this tomorrow but they use soldiers instead of shinobi. " She dais, turning to leave
xxxx< Passive Attributes and Jutsu > • Beast Master: The user is able to nurture grow, and bond with up to 3 animals, of various shapes and sizes (one lizard, one canine, one feline, ect), with the user being able to receive similar traits to their animals(must submit to customs). These animals will be close to the users level, though still requiring the leader for nurturing, growth, ect. The animals will not be able to pass Jounin level, even if the user can. They have 1/2 the user's chakra and stamina pool, while only being able to manipulate a single element. At gennin, the user can choose a single trait associated with their animal companion. At chunnin, when the user gains their second animal conpanion, the user may choose another trait associated with this single companion. At jounin, when the user gains their third companion, they may choose another trait associated with that animal. Each trait must be submitted to the custom jutsu thread. • Inception: The user's genjutsu prowess has increased the sheer power of the genjutsu, making them act a rank higher then they are (up to S rank). This increases the Kai cost for an opponent. • Lessons from the Okiya: Gains the kenjutsu style Akira ( Fans ) and proficiency using it equal to a kenjutsu user trained in this style of the same rank. • Lessons from the Okiya: Gains the kenjutsu style Akira ( Fans ) and proficiency using it equal to a kenjutsu user trained in this style of the same rank. • Power of youth: Taijutsu skills are increased. • Shinobi-mas: Santa's Library (good for 10 ninjutsu/genjutsu, 1 buki/tai-style, or 2 custom jutsu), 10 free training/missions posts • Santa's Knowledge (-1 post to any 1 particular learning [nin/gen/tai/buki/etc], job, or mission, pick two), with an additional +50 chakra and stamina. • Regular Thursday (-1 post to any combination of 2: learning [nin/gen/tai/buki/etc], job, or mission), with an additional +50 chakra and stamina. • Assassins mark: Able to attack vital organs with ease of a medical specialist. • Spiral Weave: Giant animal: Red Fox xxxx< Techniques Used > • • •
Yukiko Masaki
Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 4:27 pm
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Speaking Thinking
Kichiro bowed his head at the Hokage's answer and left himself, unnerved by the sound of an aggressive military group.
Honō had arrived at the Konoha Academy of the Arts several minutes ago and had taken the time to go over the Art Gallery, gathering inspiration and paying respects to the skills of previous students to the school. It was with the invigorating sights displayed in the Art Gallery bringing an eager-fueled small smile to his lips that the Cloud nin was going over the postered classes available to join...
[ entry : Hot Springs ]
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❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2021 5:48 am
【 金繕い 】tab Genin tab Kumagkure tab Worker
Honō had found inspiration in a watercolour-painted robe, its soft hues bringing the gentle, chaotic, surrealism into a living, wearable piece, bringing fantasy into the world. In all honesty, the Hokori's tailoring skill was no more advanced than his glassblowing experience but he had no intention of trying to replicate the article. In fabric or otherwise. Rather, he wanted that concept of illusion, fantasy, and reality brought whole and chaotically cohesive. And he missed the heat of his mother's glass shop, the fire of the forge soaking into the very marrow of his being. So walked over to one of the stations, signed the paperwork they presented and paid them the fee before he was directed to where the Glass workshop was sectioned in this sprawling building. [ -1,000Ryo ]
The forge was open-planned with a high ceiling and cement floor stained with burns and buffed with scratches. Furnaces, already roaring and hungry, lined the furthest wall from the entrance with work tables very obviously designated for each just far enough away from the furnaces' doors to allow quick work on the material without crowding the necessary room to temper the material initially. It was nothing like his home and yet Honō already felt that familiarity. The Hari clan member folded up the long, billowing sleeves of their haori, tying them up and out of the way over his shoulders with string ties before he would also bundle up and tie back his long, white hair with a single ribbon. Both of these actions were done with a fluidity born of practice.
A leather smock, hardened in use and its own tempered amoring, was hanging on the wall next to the entrance and he donned the near-black-with-soot tan smock without any hesitation and it stood stack but comfortable over his stark-white haori and hakama. Before even checking the furnace, Honō found the impressive collection of glass bars and plastic bags of frit filling the cubic shelves, each cube filled with a different colour amongst a veritable sea of colours. Already knowing his concept, Honō was browsing through with alert, moss-green eyes for what he needed, the beige, the palest, barely there blue... with the colours gathered, Honō took a small, metal stand, rested a coloured rod on it and used a tool nearby to break off the needed amount off the rod before repeating with the second colour and returning the unneeded amount. [ 1 / 6 -3 post reduction ]
The light and heat coming from the glory hole of the furnace was intense and alive and the Hari clan member was eager to place the design into reality. Grabbing a bunty, Honō began. Collecting a mixture of clear, the Worker-nin revealed his namesake as he tempered and began to colour and shape the liquid mixture. The clear mixture glowed red even as he slowly introduced into it what would later cool into the softest cream and then, as the glass was worked, flashed, stretched, flashed, thinned, flashed, and straightened, the frit of barely-there blue was added. [ 2 / 6 -3 post reduction ]
After making the glass take the necessary shape, working the tempermental material into straightening and controlling it to hold that shape before it cools too quickly and cracks or too hot and it folds out of place. With the aid of on of the workshop assistants, Honō was able to start seperating slices off the rectangle and get them into the annealer to cool slowly, and flat. The process took precise line work to thin and then tap off the bunty. Piece after piece, slice after slice, and keeping the colour and pattern consistent. When enough time had passed, Honō was able to pull the fragile slices out and smooth, sharpen, and straighten the edges, giving the form function even without their holder. [ 3 / 6 -3 post reduction ] [ Mission Complete : Actual Smithing! I ]
Afterwards, laying the pieces out on a bench to the side, a cloth underneath to keep them clean, Honō inspected the work. From left to right were almost thirty, finger-wide rectangles of translucent, frosted glass with edges sharpened to cut. almost all of them were the same, except for the last quarter, on the right-hand side where blue almost bled through in streaks and dollops, uneven but calm. The Hari clan member ran a finger down the length of one of the blades, his hunger for expression satiated. The material that wants to flow free and fluid constrained in rigid squares while colour that usually consumes or controls was barely a blush. And Honō was alone in the workshop, physically. And it felt like his satisfaction had fled as well. He was, by no-means, disappointed with the piece. Even failures are a triumph. But the inspiration was replaced by... want. The soothing colours were just that, and opened up something within him seeing the piece for what it was - the beginning of a weapon. Concealment.
It was the concealment of the piece.
Moss green eyes closed and he breathed in. No-one was here. He could... Honō was already walking back over to the Acadamy's collection of rods and frit, drifting, almost reluctantly to one colour. No, two. Three. Green, black, purple. A bruise never healed. He cracks off the smallest amount of each before he returned to the furnace and began working with the clear glass, this time with a blower. [ 1 / 6 -3 post reduction ]
Completely engrossed with the work at hand, Honō began heating up a modest size of clear mixture, watching through the near-white light concentrated through the glory hole until the red ball on the end of the blow pipe glowed deep enough to pull out and he started blowing and rolling the pipe at the same time, watching the material spread and expand before popping it back into the furnace. Eventually it got to the next step and Honō used a tool to indent, curve, and shape an oval out of the top of the circle - and then smashed in the belly of the circle. [ 2 / 6 -3 post reduction ]
Using tweezers and a gas torch, Honō hotglued in the shards inside the circle, the shattering exploding within and without continuously in time. Placed into the annealer, Honō blew a bubble of black, purple, and a hint of the green, small and amorphous, before stretching out a sharp line, shards reaching from within. A living bruise. When this was ready parts where shattered as well, glued in and out and the bursting, bruising, cutting amorphous thing was sealed inside the clear bubble made earlier and left in the annealer, to be found by another. [ 3 / 6 -3 post reduction ]
Honō paid the extra fee for using the workspace for longer than originally intended but didn't leave. He sat in the lobby, staring at the robe. Its calming, energising effect was gone now. The Hari clan member was exhausted in all descriptions, feeling raw in a way that working the furnace couldn't really be blamed for. It was dangerous, wasn't it? Letting that it out. Revealing what is concealed. [ -1,000Ryo ]
[ Frosted Fan Blades ] Description: Glass blades meant to be installed in a hand-held fan. Their frosted appearance, tinted with a beige pigment, is meant to replicate the hue of the traditional paper folds a fan would have instead. Each blade is only as wide as a single main fold a fan would show when opened, and has had their sides thinned and sharpened down to a cutting edge. Quality: D-Rank [Journeyman-made] Variable Marbles: N/A Engravings: N/A
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具 ༔ Ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ
❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
❖ Missions: Title: Actual Smithing! I x2 Rank: B Rewards: 2,400AC No Ryo or items rewards are earned. Worker class shinobi accrue double Ryo and normal AC for the [B, A, S] missions. 800AC each Half again plus onto the original AC you would have earned. 400AC each Information: Restricted to those of Journeyman title, minimally, the workers need a hand at filling orders. Apprentices and Journeymen abound in the workplace, but they can't fill every order by themselves! Help out in the areas that you know, or focus on one place in particular to really hone that skill. No manuals needed. Solo or Squad: Solo Minimum Posts: 5 [ 6 due to item size ]
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
『tabYOU GAVE ME THE CHANCEtabYOU GAVE ME THE CHANCEtabYOU GAVE ME THE CHANCEtabYOU GAVE ME THE CHANCE time and again, in vain ↗ time and again, in vain ↗ time and again, in vain ↗time and again, in vain NOW MY FEELINGS FOR YOUtab┈┈tab EVERY TEARtab┈┈tab EVERY SMILEtab┈┈tab PAID IN FULLtab』
The Hatake led Sypher to the Arts Academy, a bemused look on his face as he watched the skies over Konoha. Smoke poured from the Academy of Arts, the former complex of a Hokage that had abandoned the village during wartime. Forges and kilns, primed and churned as students and craftsman provided goods for the village or their own education. The smell of charcoal and iron hung over the air. His eyes focused torward the buildings of the complex and singled out the one that had acted as his Office until the official Academy building and Hokage's Office were rebuilt during the lull in the UHV War.
He led the way into the tall window-lined halls of the facility and motioned to some of the students who worked tirelessly on projects beneath instructors and master craftsman.
"When I was the reigning Hokage, I strove to increase the knowledge and validation of the arts, both handicraft and combat. With this knowledge we began to drive ourselves against the technological advances of the UHV, and our partnership with Takumi became one of consummate trade, not reliance." Masahiro said, a moment of faded glory as he recalled the days that started the long trail to today.
He tried to reign himself in, to keep grounded. But there were moments of pride, always. As he walked past a handsome young man, another much too like himself with bright green eyes, working on a series of fine fan blades the former Hokage positively beamed.
"Was there any art you preferred over the others, Sypher?" The elder asked as his eyes drifted back to meet his guest, then down to Aika.
Conversation seemed to come naturally between himself and Sypher, for what little he had honestly said. He hadn't felt a need to put in airs or press his metaphorical weight over the other. Instead simple and direct conversation held sway.
〚Sypher was feeling increasing confusion and apprehension as they approached, not an academy of jutsu but an academy of actual art. This...was not…I thought he meant... his ears turned a light red around the edges as Masahiro spoke of the arts and the trade between Konohagakure and Takumi, interested despite his growing self-imposed embarrassment. Takumi had always been a bit of a struggle to establish proper trade with Kirigakure. The land was too moist, too densely water logged, to really have proper fires and forges to make goods. Many had tried but often the businesses had failed miserably and so trade was mostly done within the village, and was usually with goods that had less of a chance of decay. Aika had her nose up, taking huge breaths in, her tongue out to ensure maximum scent capture. She had never been in a place with this many interesting smells!
As they proceeded through the academy, Sypher looked around, taking in all the different sights and sounds. It wasn’t the same kind of hectic busy as the streets, which triggered his anxiety. This was more...a calm, methodical, and intent hectic, everyone moving towards a single goal while remaining detached from each other. No one bumped into each other, there was no shouting except for the occasional warning to avoid injury. As they passed through the lobby, he noticed someone sitting down and looking much as he felt. Exhausted. But that was to be expected, wasn’t it? This was not meant to be a place of leisure Oh, he asked me something. Sypher tuned back in, turning to look at Masahiro as the man asked “Uhm...I...”thought you meant jutsu. his thoughts silenced his voice and he looked anxiously down at his hands. While he was taller than Masahiro by perhaps half a foot, he looked quite small as he felt the anxiety turn his ears a bright red “I did not realize...you meant art.” Sypher stated quietly, hands rubbing at his wrists with a peculiar force. As if to harm himself. Aika turned her head, noticing, and immediately put her nose between his hands and his wrists to beg for pets. He obliged, turning the action into a gentle rub of her nose and jowls “I’ve never...” he stopped.
Had he ever created anything that was not for violence? He could count on one hand the number of times he had even touched something of beauty or art. He was shinobi. This was all he had ever been bred to do. Violence...was all he had. Maybe if he still had Stop. You cannot rely on them to fix yourself. he let Aika’s nose go with a light tap on her nose, earning a lick before Aika wandered off a bit “I’m sorry.” Again. “I misunderstood. I’ve only ever been a...a fighter. A shinobi.” he motioned around at the academy “I destroy things like this. I destroy things that are made here...I don’t build them.” That said a lot about how Sypher viewed himself. A person who destroyed things. A living act of violence. “I’m sorry...” he said again, clearly helpless as to how to progress from there.
Meanwhile, Aika had found something, or rather someone, of interest. This person smelled of burned air and sharpness. She moved over to the person who was sitting, his appearance and colors at odds with her dark fur. Tilting her head right, then left, ears flopping, she sat in front of them, her jaws popping open in a wolf-dog smile. Long hair like her master, fair skin like her master, surely this person would like her just like her master did! She lifted a paw and gently patted the air in front of the man’s knees, not touching, but asking either for a shake or for head pats. [Aika is attempting to interact with: Honō] 〛
Moss green eyes blinked and seemed to sharpen, focusing in on their surroundings once more before looking down at the presence that had placed itself before him. The Hokori took in the nighttime fur and glowing Sun eyes, maw open and shimmering with saliva dropping from such well pronounced teeth. A massive paw was lifted, digging lightly into the air with sharp claws just before the worker's cotton-covered knees. Honō returned its attention with a small smile, gentle and welcoming of the animal's company.
"Hello, beautiful girl." Honō greets. He holds out the hand opposite to Aika's raised paw, palm up, for her to decide if she wanted to rest the foot there while holding out his other hand palm down, fingers loose and hanging, for Aika to also use how she pleased. Honō recalled hearing how animals could read a human's emotions far better than people could so he banished away any negative emotions to replace it with the simple, joyous, nourishment of this wolf-dog's purity. The sleeves of his haori were still rolled up to his shoulders, tied up with a cerulean-dyed rope, matching the trim of his hakama. His pale arms were lightly defined with muscles gained from working the forge rather than battle, though his attire suggested neither his position in the Kumogakure forces nor his experience in glass blowing. It was only on closer inspection that any trace of training in either career could be seen, so easily do the slivers of scars on his fingers could be seen against his complexion.
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❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2021 8:11 pm
∷ Aika ∷ [♀] [¹ ½]
To say Aika was thrilled with how this was going was an understatement. Her tail started wagging wildly, going in circles a little as she scooted closer, and she dropped her paw happily into the outstretched hand. Oh, and this person was nice too, just like her master. Oh, she knew she was right about this person. She pressed her nose squarely into the other hand, sniffing so deeply that it made a little squeaking sound before she began cleaning this hand. So many little scars! Just like her master, though his were much larger but still! Aika licked and licked, leaving a bit more than a little drool before she raised her head to pant into the man's face. It was safe to say that this wolf-dog presented absolutely no threat, at the moment, and as she took her other paw out of his hand, Aika pressed even closer before flopping over. Belly exposed, her white fluffy neck streak was clear as she wiggled for belly rubs and whined a little bit. Please, her eyes said, I have been so deprived of belly rubs. And I am such a good working dog. her paws waved in the air, especially her back paws, as she wagged her tail. For such a large wolf-dog, the behavior was quite comical.
Honō remained completely at ease and accepting of the attention, his fingers remaining compliant to the 'cleaning' and never tensing nor moving away. He made sure his other hand remained steady under the weight of Aika's paw, giving her a sure and sound surface to rest against or remain steady with. He cocked his head inquisitively at Aika's head moving closer to his own, to try and communicate as much open acceptance as possible to a creature that had different physical social cues than humans. Seeing the wolf-dog lie down on her back, Honō got the cue she was giving him and he shifted his body, knees pointing to the side so he could gently slide off the bench to kneel by Aika's side, the hakama the Hari clan member wore carefully arranged with years of practice. The sleeves of his haori having remained tied up made it far easier and more accessible for Honō to reach over begin scratching up and down the wolf-dog's belly, moss-green eyes alert for signs of finding the preferred scratching position.
"You're a big girl," Honō spoke so softly only ears as sharp as Aika's would have been able to pick up his words. "You're very kind to remain so gentle. Thank you, Beautiful Girl." Despite kneeling on the floor, scratching a wolf-dog's belly, Honō's posture remained straight but humble, appearing at attention yet tranquil. A servant performing a task well-ingrained into considering their presentation. But for Honō to Aika, he would only be projecting a calm joy, a deep satisfaction and giving what was asked.
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具 ༔ Ａｃｔｉｏｎｓ
❖ Passives: tab【Ｆｅａｒｓ】 tabtabBroken Shards: failing to meet expectations. tabtabShattered: anxious and alert of surroundings,misreading words and reactions to negatively apply to him.
tab【Ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ】 tabtabEnvironmental Lens: estimate the weaknesses and viable exploits in environment. tabtabSoldering Teammate: accurate in reading teammates intentions while supplying weapons, tripping up the opponent, or manipulating the environment
装 : Thigh-length, white, cotton haori has its sleeve cuffs edged in a blue strip of cotton. The hakama is cotton as well, with a gradient dye, going, top-down, white to a matching blue. The string ties, or 'himo,' are strands of glass beads, clear in colour and translucent. A matching necklace of these beads is worn around the neck. Underneath the haori, held up by a belt disguised under the tie of the hakama, are several pouches and a blade that, in any normal person's hand, would be would be described as a short sword. The hilt was clearly carved by hand, made of bone, yellowed with age. The blade bore jagged edges on the backside ( a boning edge ) while the other was razor sharp, curved wickedly at the end to act as a gutter. Stamped in the centre of the blade was a bear's paw surrounded in strangely shaped leaves. Traditional tabi, are also worn, marking this individual more of a civilian than a Kumogakure shinobi.
動 : When conversing, their eyes rarely meet the other person's, instead respectfully resting just beneath them, usually on the cheek bones. The walk with a demure air, posture relaxed and steps quiet, as though not to disturb. The hands are often clasped in front of them, as a servant does.
