Age: 15 Height: 4'5" Weight: 128 lbs Hair Color: White Eye Color: Red Build: Lean Headband Location: Forehead Headband Color: Black the symbol of Konoha is Red.
Kekkei Genkai: Sakkugan - Active
Satemy listened to the Hokage's words as he departed giving a quick bow to show his acceptance on the matter." As you wish Hokage-sama. I would do anything for the village."
Well so far everything was going better than expected. Satemy retrieved his cloak an shrugged back into it. after checking to make sure that all his tools were indeed where he left them Satemy sat down an crossed his legs. Closing his eyes an letting his minds eye drift from his body to follow the hokage as he left.
It was a ability that took no chakra to do. Satemy simply had to be still to use it. In fact not many were aware that he could do such a thing. The only one who was aware was Ibara. Alas he was no where to be seen.
Satemy relaxed as he studied his new Hokage an learned what kind of man he was.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 10:17 am
As the Hokage strolled down the hallway, an ANBU agent removed a ceiling tile and swung upside down to hang from her knees. Arms outstretched downwards, she passed along a small blanched file, heavily dusty from age, with bits of cobwebbing and time smattered all over it. A very old name was etched into the paper file's header label, one of a Kage long since passed. Detailed within, a series of complex missions to be performed across the country for his majesty the Daimyo lay, for nobody but one of the Sakkakugan could undertake and succeed. The oddity of this encounter remained even now, as the young lady (draped in blue and gold scarves even) handing Masahiro the file was not even masked, and in a jovial 'Nin nin' mood! Whether this was a part of the duties or not, would also be written within the file.
Having read through the file on the Sakkakugan user while he was traveling to the River, the Hokage would dispatch word through his system of ANBU and two Oinin to send word back to the young boy, Satemy, that his presence was allowed within the village. Though with an odd addendum.
In writing from the new Hokage came thusly.
"In understanding of your mission, but in it's failure, it comes to my recommendation from the Daimyo and for the future representation of the village, that you, Kurama Satemy, will be demoted to the rank of Genin within the village. This information will prevent your access to key parts of the village as well as certain duties within the village, but your honour and titles may be regained through promotion alongside the current Genin class.
Signed~ Hatake, Masahiro."
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 8:36 am
monkeyboy900
Post Incoming :: Work Schedule got the better of me at the moment.
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Racing up the stairs of the decrepit building Tsuki contemplated the next set of actions she was about to perform. As her feet tapped the floor, making soft thumps each time, her breathing began to match it. Upon reaching the top of the tower that held the Hokages office she was not surprised to see the door still in place and the attendants desk long deserted. With a sigh she took a step back away from the door before lashing out with her foot aiming a fierce straight kick at the latch kicking the door in. Moving quickly she drew a kunai and headed to the desk. Without bothering to see if it was locked or not she simply buried her kunai into the side of the desk and tore a large rend in the soft metal. Working quickly, she pulled the rack of files from the filing cabinet and began rifling though them quickly until she found the one she was looking for. The file for Ryouichi Senju. Giving the file a read she found out that he was recently promoted to Konin before his disappearance, the sage of the lizards, and a medic/ninjutsu user. His only two known family members were his mother and father who work in the hospital. Ryouichi spent much of his shinobi career in the hospital and fought the Kyuubi twice. He was known to have few friends and even fewer trusted allies. An interesting note was that he was known to wear a mask though there was nothing in the file, not that there would be, on weather or not he was an anbu. Though given what she now knew about him she figured it was the latter, his training and psyc profile did not fit the build of a man slayer. Closing the file she slid it into her robes and continued rifling though the files picking out three more. Her own, the Hokage, Mashiro Hatake's, and the former Hokage before him, Ibara Yamanaka. With these three files she again stuffed them into her robes and returned the filling rack to the cabinet. Leaping out the window she headed for her home to prepare herself.
↖ u c h i h a ↘ x ↖ s a m u r a i ↘ x ↖ m e d i c a l l i c e n s e ↘ x ↖ k a t o n / s u i t o n ↘ x ↖ k o n o h a ↘ x ↖ B-Rank ↘ ↖ C H A K R A ↘ 500 // 500 x ↖ S T A M I N A ↘ 325 // 325x ↖ A C ↘ 012800 x ↖ R Y O ↘ 06400
A group of ANBU would approach the base of the Hokage's office, one in the middle of them would step forward before the rest, making quick signs of his hands he then extended an arm forward as it contorted into a wooden mass.Trees and roots would clamber over the outside of the office, the wood of the prior construction shifting and contorting. As the Senju adjusted his arm, the trees condensed and left the simple office in a new form, a tower nestled in the core of the village, carved into a living tree that spread it's leaves over the village. Pulling a Kunai he sliced the wood from the end of his arm, the remainder of which returned to it's former flesh state.
"You received the Hokage's orders. Repair and rebuild, Teams two and three will be heading civilian projects to reclaim the outer districts of the city. Team Four is already attempting to contact students to get them into the efforts."
Age: 15 Height: 4'5" Weight: 128 lbs Hair Color: White Eye Color: Red Build: Lean Headband Location: Forehead Headband Color: Black the symbol of Konoha is Red.
Kekkei Genkai: Sakkugan - Active
Satemy accepted his reduction of rank with a shrug. It mattered not at all as far as he was concerned. Doing a few hand signs as he left the building Satemy sprouted wings and took flight over the village. [exit]
Dark clouds loomed over the village, showering it with a gentle rainfall. In its current state, the weather only made its image more depressing. A young Hyuuga strode down the pathway to the Hokage's building with a beautiful parasol in hand, her near-featureless eyes scanning surrounding buildings. Many of them barely stood upon their foundations, while others reduced to a pile of debris. The sight of it was a true model of despair. Yet, there was a glimpse of hope, as the remaining villagers and shinobi pooled together to begin reconstruction. Konohagakure was sure to rise from this tragic incident, and Takara had faith in that.
She soon approached the large building at the village's center, that appeared to be built upon a massive tree. Its limbs stretched far out, blooming with lush green leaves and casting a large shadow beneath. It provided decent coverage against the rain, so Takara closed her parasol before entering. Quickly, but quietly, she ascended up the stairs to the entrance of the office, the scent of fresh, natural wood filling her nostrils. She gazed upon the door shut closed before her, gently rapping against its wooden frame with her delicate hand. After a brief pause, she awaited an answer, but none came. A soft sigh escape the female, and she took her place beside the door, patiently waiting to be granted entry.
【T e c h n i q u e s•U s e d】 ▶ Technique name, rank, and type. •Description here.
▶ Technique name, rank, and type. •Description here.
▶ Technique name, rank, and type. •Description here.
【P a s s i v e•A b i l i t i e s】 • Chakra and stamina costs for complex techniques reduced by ten. (Monk Discipline) • Greatly increased reflexes. (Brawler Discipline) • Greatly increased flexibility. (Brawler Discipline) • Moderately increased agility. (Personal Attribute) • Gentle Fist drains stamina equal to half the chakra drained from targets. (Personal Attribute)
"Takara Hyuuga?" A silken voice would speak out from the desk just off to her side.
The Hokage's secretary sat, in a flower patterned Kimono behind the desk, her long black hair tied back into a plait. A smile met her lips while she looked to the girl and a brief chuckle came to her. Coming to stand she straightened a file on her desk and retrieved a headband from the drawer.
"Masahiro is out currently, but we were expecting your arrival."
Then another voice would come from the stairwell that the young Hyuuga woman had just ascended.
"No, no, I'm here." The Crimson eyed Hokage spoke as he bounded up the last of the stairs.
"Young miss Hyuuga. I do apologize for the state of the surroundings. My ANBU are currently in the midst of repairs. This sudden catastrophe overwhelmed us all, but we are a hardy nation. We will recover. We always have." He speaks with a well practiced calming tone to his voice, perhaps apathetic, but indicative of his lineage as a Hatake.
"I read that you received excellent marks at the academy, like much of your family before you." He spoke, his smile serene, sincere.
The very mention of her name startled the woman out of her relaxed state, turning to the origin of the voice. Takara didn't notice the woman sitting at the desk beside the office, and for one who supposedly inherited 'keen perception', this was nothing short of an embarrassment. "Y-yes, that's me." The Hyuuga quickly rose to her feet, straightening out her attire, facing the woman with cheeks bearing the darkest hue of crimson. She listened intently to the woman's words, approaching the desk to retrieve the headband that was pulled out for her. Before she could manage to obtain it however, another voice rang from the stairs.
A man, bearing blood-red eyes and stark white hair appeared at the top of the stairway. Takara turned to him bowing respectfully, as she was now in the presence of the Hokage. He spoke in a calm, monotonous voice that gently echoed throughout the empty hall, apologizing for the state of the village and taking note of her success in the Academy. Her eyes first met with the smile forming upon her lips, encouraging her to produce a smile of her own, bravely meeting his gaze with hers. "Yes. My family would not expect anything less of me. It was their guidance that helped me get this far." Her smile widened briefly, bowing once more. "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Hokage. I'm well aware of the state of the village, and if there's anything I can do to help, please, let me know."
【T e c h n i q u e s•U s e d】 ▶ Technique name, rank, and type. •Description here.
▶ Technique name, rank, and type. •Description here.
▶ Technique name, rank, and type. •Description here.
【P a s s i v e•A b i l i t i e s】 • Chakra and stamina costs for complex techniques reduced by ten. (Monk Discipline) • Greatly increased reflexes. (Brawler Discipline) • Greatly increased flexibility. (Brawler Discipline) • Moderately increased agility. (Personal Attribute) • Gentle Fist drains stamina equal to half the chakra drained from targets. (Personal Attribute)
"Yes, currently we are in a state of rebuilding, Miss Hyuuga. That entails not just our buildings, but our shinobi as well. The best thing you could do for me, as of now, is to begin honing your skills and when you feel you have the ability to do so, please help in the reconstruction of different buildings. Whether it be simple cleanup or repairs, our village has taken a beating in the last few weeks, and we require all hands to repair it." The Hokage spoke softly, his voice quiet and his tone even.
"If that is all you have to ask, you are dismissed."
Sitting alone in his office, the Hokage pondered for some time, before opening a scroll lain across his desk with an odd bell for a seal. As the bell jingled, the man began to inspect the contents, before reviewing another scroll's teachings. [ Opening Christmas 2014 Scroll to put 10 Posts Credit towards Technique ]
Masahiro would then continue to ponder the meanings of Kaifu and it's entirety in usage. His fingers running over the scroll, his mind gathering more information in each pass. He absorbed the information held within like a sponge. [ 11/14 ]
In truth this information was just refreshment of old skills to Masahiro, but to better understand the depths of Summoning and Sealing, the Hatake would dive in deeply. Exploring the origins and the many uses found for Kaifu over the years, a small smile creeps among the man's face. Thinking back to the time summoning the Great Cats he smiled as he thought of his purpose. [ 12/14 ]
He then reviewed how Kaifu applied to the seals upon his own body. The seat of the Seal of the Celestial Boddhi, the scar sealings. He then thought of the Infuuin Kai and Stamina Seals locked within them. How deep and intrinsic Kaifu was utilized as a basis for all of these techniques were. [ 13/14 ]
Finally coming to the end of the syllabus he sighed. The world of Fuuinjustu was so deep, and for Kaifu and Kuchiyose to be so deeply involved just brought out a new level of intricacy. Turning back to the moment at hand Masahiro looked to his doorway to see if there were any new arrivals. [ 14/14 Kaifu Rank S Learned ]
Masahiro would move towards the receptionists desk and pat her shoulder gently.
"I'm going back to the Workhouse to get more work done on my project. Any students who need me, send them my way. Simple matters, I'll allow you to address." He spoke before turning and leaving.
A set of seals began to shine in the area behind Masahiro's desk and as it did so a cloud of smoke appeared within the office. From within that smoke Masahiro himself appeared, carrying a large sized scroll. Looking around the office he would approach the doorway out of the office and look to his secretary.
"I've returned from a resource trip to Takumi. They seem to be recovering decently from those last large purchases that were made. If you could inform the ANBU at the gate I've returned?" He inquired, before pulling the large scroll behind himself and making his way down the tower and back towards the Academia of Artistic Pursuits.
