Chōumei Sue Akamichi || Rank :: Konohagakure | Title: Genin | Rank: D || Class :: Performer/ Bukijutsu || Chakra :: 360/360 || Stamina :: 140/140
食 Haru-nee seemed to be weary of her little sisters antics as she'd pull from her files her record. Chōumei couldn't tell what exactly could be on that thing but she was hopeful that it was as colorful as she was. Still beaming a smile on her face as her sister accused her of faking ill, Chōumei would respond with a gasp, literally, "Le Gasp (actually gasp following words), dear Haru-nee you should never doubt the bounty of the kaim and their ever elusive and expansive knowledge of the world. I was very much ill and sweated buckets as I trained to both right my body and mind for the test I could of been taking. My only dishonesty would be that only I and you know I spent that time training. So, take not fault with the result of the kami's actions, but with mine. For i am flawed, but may Kami-sama's forgive me I try." pushing herself back and off the desk she'd bow her head at the last sentence in a praying pose to show respect to her deities.
Listening to the rest of Haru's words still in a bowing position she'd shift her shoulders side to side as she'd could feel her excitement raise from the prospect of this test. Oh, what blessings! For I to become a genin on such a fulfilling day to test ones mental. Drawing her head back up at the end of her sisters informational slash weary warning of the attitude Chōumei should take when approaching the task she'd brake the praying hands she'd held till now to roll both her fist before her chest and stop as her hands raised over her head into peace signs. "NO~ WO~RRIES HARU~NEE~! I'll do this the Chōumei way, and appease both the Hokages and the kami's requirements, but first! can you gibs me my head band so that I may access a few scrolls. Our Akamichi scrolls are great indeed but I may need a few more colorful moves to show the kage. For sure, for sure~." She'd nod her head along with each "for sure" as she'd breaking into something of a cheerleader pose with one hand on her hip and the other still holding the peace sign.
((OOC: Just need that head band and I'm off. ))
￥ Ryo: 0 | ￥ AC: 0
Passives/Attributes: • Learn Ninjutsu one [1] post faster. [- Academy] • Learn Genjutsu one [1] post faster [- Academy] • Learns Bukijutsu one [2] post faster. [- Academy]
• Emotional Content: The user is able to make fantastic illusions appear by performing on their instrument. This ability comes at the cost of not being able to perform ninjutsu through use of performance or instrument. Can perform B rank genjutsu and lower at Gennin.
•Weapon Specialist: The user Gains a free custom weapon slot, while forsaking the ability to learn ninjutsu for the ability to learn more than 1 rigorous style (styles still count for 2 slots). With their inability to learn ninjutsu, they get to learn [1] additional bukijutsu style for every 10 ninjutsu slots their were supposed to acquire. Their depth and devotion to the weapon arts allows their skill to increase with every rank allowing their weapons to cut through defensive bukijutsu techniques of the same rank.
• Walking Contradiction: Chōsu has oddly no trouble when it comes to performing genjutsu, contradicting and overriding her clans normal weakness in this area, and all ninjutsu and genjutsu slots are compounded into genjutsu, yet learning genjutsu does take one [1] more post for her than others. (not conflicting with buki discipline b/c she "would of" had them)
• Prodigious martial-Artist!: Chōsu has a large and curvy build and flexible physical shape that allows her to learn and practice most any(soft or hard) Buki or Tai-jutsu style rigorous or not with just one [1] slot. Provided her curvy physique has the benefit of mass for hard-style, and springy flexibility for soft-style. (though purely light-weight styles are restricted when heavy) Yet this is a taxing task in terms of the time it takes to learn these Jutsu increasing learning requirements by one [1] post.
• The Hunter's Instinct: Can always find The [Chakra Virus] monster in the general direction from her location.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 6:59 pm
Haru buried her face in her hands and grabbed an orange headband out of the desk and tossed it to her younger sister.
"I'll never know how you became so religious, sis, but don't shame us. Please."
Chōumei Sue Akamichi || Rank :: Konohagakure | Title: Genin | Rank: D || Class :: Performer/ Bukijutsu || Chakra :: 360/360 || Stamina :: 140/140
食 Watching in amusement at the labored exhaustion of some part of her faculties on Haru's end, Chōumei would be elated as the head band would be flung her way. Catching it with ease and tying it around her neck but a little askew to the side she'd beam a grin at her sister as she'd pause to think about her answer to her sisters pleading. "No need to ask with please, or to grant me good graces if or when I succeed in this duel. I shall not let my Kami, or family down...'Kami-sama willing' ( said under her breath). Haru-nee~ , my religious fervor comes from my gut, my belly, and you know you gotta get in my belly to understand this feeling. For when you praise the Kami, there's a bounty of joy to be had. Well chow for now Haru-nee~, or scootle-loo dipsy doodles. "
Waving long and wide as she'd take slow steps back and away from her sister she'd reach the entrance and would step out and dart tot he side to vanish from view, heading for the Dojo first. Let's Do THIS!
[Exit to Dojo]
((OOC: ))
￥ Ryo: 0 | ￥ AC: 0
Passives/Attributes: • Learn Ninjutsu one [1] post faster. [- Academy] • Learn Genjutsu one [1] post faster [- Academy] • Learns Bukijutsu one [2] post faster. [- Academy]
• Emotional Content: The user is able to make fantastic illusions appear by performing on their instrument. This ability comes at the cost of not being able to perform ninjutsu through use of performance or instrument. Can perform B rank genjutsu and lower at Gennin.
•Weapon Specialist: The user Gains a free custom weapon slot, while forsaking the ability to learn ninjutsu for the ability to learn more than 1 rigorous style (styles still count for 2 slots). With their inability to learn ninjutsu, they get to learn [1] additional bukijutsu style for every 10 ninjutsu slots their were supposed to acquire. Their depth and devotion to the weapon arts allows their skill to increase with every rank allowing their weapons to cut through defensive bukijutsu techniques of the same rank.
• Walking Contradiction: Chōsu has oddly no trouble when it comes to performing genjutsu, contradicting and overriding her clans normal weakness in this area, and all ninjutsu and genjutsu slots are compounded into genjutsu, yet learning genjutsu does take one [1] more post for her than others. (not conflicting with buki discipline b/c she "would of" had them)
• Prodigious martial-Artist!: Chōsu has a large and curvy build and flexible physical shape that allows her to learn and practice most any(soft or hard) Buki or Tai-jutsu style rigorous or not with just one [1] slot. Provided her curvy physique has the benefit of mass for hard-style, and springy flexibility for soft-style. (though purely light-weight styles are restricted when heavy) Yet this is a taxing task in terms of the time it takes to learn these Jutsu increasing learning requirements by one [1] post.
• The Hunter's Instinct: Can always find The [Chakra Virus] monster in the general direction from her location.
- Teksuyo opened up the Hokage's doors slowly and almost, cautiously, but then he realized that the time was now; a chance to enter the ninja world after leaving the Academy. He was filled up with ultimate confidence and entered the room with a bright smile on his face "Mister Kage?" Teksuyo called out as he closed the door behind himself. "The child coming to take your spot is here in flesh and blood." Teksuyo said jokingly, and at that moment his confidence left him just as soon as it came in, he then gulped signaling that he thought that wasn't a right way to greet someone that can beat him into a pulp in just two seconds. Teksuyo inched closer and saw a girl wearing orange leaving the area, he waved with a nervous smile on his face as she walked past
￥ Ryo: 0 | AC: 0
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Weapons:Sword Items:N/A Justu:N/A Mission:N/A Busy: Talking To Hokage
"Oh, for the love of the Gods." Haru exclaimed as the young man made his way into the Hokage's office.
He was exuberant, she would grant him that, to climb the four flights of stairs and still have it in him to openly challenge the Hokage like that. The Akimichi woman chuckled as the boy rounded the corner into the office. Smiling, Haru met his eyes with her own and after a moment pulled a thin file from the desk drawer and set it on the desk, opened to his academy records.
"Well, if your academy records are any indication of what you're like as a shinobi, then I doubt Hatake-dono has anything to worry about." She chuckled as she adjusted her top and investigated the file some more.
"Here's your headband. And your first mission is assigned as well, go train at least five techniques and then find Hatake-dono in the forest. He has two bells. Your job is to retrieve one of them before the other students do so."
- Teksuyo walked closer to the to Haru who was sitting at the desk, and gently took the headband resting in her hands. He gazed down at it for a moment and in those seconds millions of thought traveled through his head a mile a minute. He was finally at the start of his shinobi career, technically a certified ninja. In that time he realized that everyone has their own story; reasons why becoming a ninja is so important -- to anybody. Tekki didn't think that anybody would just put their life on the line just to simply become one, everyone had something to prove. For him, he knew what he wanted to do -- protect innocent ones from wrong doers, and even more than that, find the rouge that killed his brother and avenge his twin brothers death. The sun from the window gleamed off of the headband when he started to tilt it and he winced when the beam of light hit his eyes. He looked up at Haru and smiled, her face only a little visible due to the blotches in his eye from the sun rays. "It's an honor, ma'am." He pointed at his chest with his thumb and headband in his other hand, and gave her a big smile. He was filled with joy, but one tear managed to trickle down his cheek. "I'll be sure to train and find Hatake-dono, along with those bells."
- Teksuyo wrapped the headband around his lower right arm using his teeth and left hand, then pushed the headband up to his lower shoulder. He then bowed to say good bye and turned around to exit the area.
￥ Ryo: 0 | AC: 0
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Weapons:Sword Items:N/A Justu:N/A Mission:Learn Five Techniques and find Hatake-dono in the forest. Retrieve one of the two bells before the other Genin Busy:
~Rikijo had been waiting quietly outside, which was certainly a first in his life. Being the child who was always active, whether it be playing mind games with others or simply playing pranks. He allowed both the boy and girl who went in for the headbands to leave before making an entrance. As he entered the room, he felt a huge urge to jump around from excitement. He was still a kid, so it was expected, but he wanted to have a good impression so he held back. The way he did this was to think of his older brother who had been murdered in cold blood, or at least that's what Rikijo assumed. The expression on his face was the look of desperation for vengeance, though it was unintentional.
Rikijo stood about a few feet from from the woman's desk "I'm here for my headband miss." Riki hadn't noticed his change in attitude, so he left it the same. He bowed slightly, never letting his eyes left the woman at the desk.~
Haru sighed as she set the last couple off to head into their training. Finally a moment of silence, that was until the next child arrived. Haru raised an eyebrow as the young boy walked in and she tossed Choumei and Teksuyo's files back into the drawer, then drawing out a few more pieces she looked for the one with this boy's image upon it. It took her several minutes, but finally she pulled out a pair with near identical looking boys on them. She opened the first one, reading a bit into it.
"An impressive career service vitae. Jounin of the village, repelled the first UHV assault. Wait, it says here you died as of..." She stopped and looked at the boy before her. "But you're very much alive. What the hell?"
She then looked at the second folder and saw newer academy statistics and a slight difference in the eye colour between the two. She then cast her scrying gaze into the eyes of this young man. He had green eyes, not red. Sighing she set the older file back in the drawer, a little flustered at her mistake.
"So you're Rikijo Urahiko, lower end and middling academy grades. Orphaned as a child when your brother passed away and your parents went missing. You've bounced between two foster homes, you show an extreme hardship in taking orders and following them once given. Scraping by to get through the academy, never once did you stick up for any particular ideal... I'll be honest, Riki, you'll let me call you Riki whether you like it or not, you're lucky to have passed the academy. You'll be just as lucky to survive making it into a team." Haru said, her tone never once actively intimidating or browbeating, but instead she seemed bored and took off her reading glasses as she inspected his file, chewing on the tip of one arm of them.
"I'm going to ask you several questions before I consider giving you this headband. I'll start simply with one question." She chuckled a little as she remembered when she first met Masahiro and what he asked her as an instructor at the Academy, long before he was Hokage.
"Why do you want to be a shinobi, a tool to be used by the Hokage and the Will of Fire?"
~Rikijo grimaced as she used the word "tool". He didn't like it, but he wasn't in any position to retort. He looked away from the lady, avoiding eye contact, as if she could see anything. He began to mimic her as she spoke of his past, but he stopped himself. It was an immature move, and would likely not help him whatsoever. He didn't care much for the Hokage, but although he would be seen as simple tool, the Hokage, his future team and all the rest, as simple tools for him to get his revenge. But this was only for him to know.
"So that I won't ever be helpless again. So that I won't have to sit by and watch the people I care about be hurt." Under his breath, he mumbled or killed. "That is why I want to become a tool of the Hokage."
"So your motivation is in revenge, in pain, you seek to use your training to do more than you are instructed. You're out to avenge someone or something. You don't seek to be a tool of the Hokage, and thus the Will of Fire, you're in this solely for yourself." Haru spoke as she looked directly into the boy's eyes.
Coming to stand she kicked shut the drawer of headbands. She hadn't removed one yet, she hadn't considered it. She knew this boy's records and wanted more, she wanted to know more, she wanted him to know just what precipice he stood on in this decision. As she stood her chest would seem to shrink in proportion with the rest of her body, but she would grow to nearly eight feet in height, her hands clenching into fists.
"Tell me then, boyo, what do you plan to do when you've achieved revenge? When you've killed those that wronged you? Do you even know who harmed you in your childhood, do you know what you're really aiming for?" The Hokage's secretary continued, her eyes glowering at the boy.
"'Here's to your perfect weapon, crack bones with blind aggression. Like birds whose wings are broken, you live without direction.'" The woman quoted as she still towered over him, awaiting an answer.
~Rikijo got tired of this lecture as soon as he realized this was going south. He rubbed his eyes a bit, still being groggy, and look back at the secretary with a glare, that if he was even a little intimidating, might make her retract those words. Unfortunately, he was still a weak and helpless child. He grimaced as she spat the truth at him, and if was in a physical form, it wold surely hurt more than just his feelings. He eyed her hand for a quick moment and saw that the headband he was waiting for, was nowhere to be seen. She left it in the drawer. He looked back at her and just now noticed he seemingly increased height, but assumed that it was either an illusion, or he simply misunderstood how tall she really was.~
"Okay, but who truly lives to be a tool of someone who may not have a personal connection to them, hmm? Who doesn't seek revenge when they are wronged? Am I wrong for feeling this way, huh? Yeah I know alot of kids lose family everyday or something like that, but does that make my circumstance any less important?"
~Riki nearly shouted that last question. It wasn't intentional, but he wasn't going to just let her barrage his with meaningful questions like that. Riki began to feel a little intimidated by her. Even standing a few feet apart wasn't enough for him not to feel this strength that emitted from her body. He had no idea what the answers to her questions were, nor did he intend on trying to find one.~
"...But who truly lives to be a tool of someone who may not have a personal connection to them..." The boy tried to retort.
He then tried to speak back to the fact that everyone seeks revenge, that he shouldn't be faulted for this. He then tried to raise the importance of his own loss, to make it seem like it was more or less as important as the other children who lost much more. She outright laughed at him for this train of thinking. She then sighed and slammed her large hand on the table, rattling everything across it and knocking his personnel profile to the floor behind it.
"You think you're any more special or that you deserve special dispensation because you lost something? Someone? You say that the Hokage may have no connection to you? You act as if you are an entirely insular being, sugah. You sit here and tell me with a straight face that you're right to achieve revenge?" Her voice trembled somewhat but remained firm.
"You chose to take the path of the Shinobi. You CHOSE to be a tool. You made your individual worth less, but you're trying to make yourself more important than your position. You talk about the other children who lost family or friends like you're one of them. You're not. You were able to learn and are now able to fight to prevent them losing theirs. Your mission is NEVER going to be about yourself again, it is about this village. About protecting those children so they don't become orphans like you or the Hokage." She shook her head and slowly her body began to revert to her original height, now standing at 5' 10", her breasts expanding to better fill her shirt as she did so.
"The Hokage is the will of the village, a beacon for the Will of Fire. If you don't understand that and cannot put this village above your selfish methods, leave this office now."
Weapons swaying as he walked, Klaus held an emotionless expression as he walked through the village, his wits about him, yet not stopping to greet anyone on the way. He looked like a true professional, without the headband. Eventually he made it to the office building, his destination. With a small clatter he opened up the door into the building, a small area with a lady behind a desk to take care of various problems. She was quarreling with a young boy, who couldn't have been any older than Klaus. Approaching the desk, he would give the girl a gentle wave, his other hand resting in his pocket. "I'm not interupting anything, am I? I'm here for my headband. Is Lord Hokage not here?"
~As soon as another boy, roughly around the same age, entered the room and asked the secretary a question, Riki seemed to calm down quite a bit. He knew she was right, since being a shinobi is less about ones self and more about the welfare of the home and Hokage. For the first time, he stepped back and bowed completely. It wasn't in his nature, but everything changes, and it was about time he did. He knew it would be a long tough process, and he only came here to get his headband. Maybe this talk would only place a temporary effect on him, or maybe it would help him change. As he was bowing for about 6 to 7 seconds, he closed his eyes, which was something he never did.~
"I apologize. I now realize, or rather, I now accept that I, as a shinobi, fight for the sake of the village and the Hokage. I understand that my grief had put me in this situation, but I will make better choices."
~The words felt slimy as the left his mouth. It was the truth. He meant all of this, but he was simply no used to being entirely honest, so it felt weird. He lifted his head back up. But instead of anger or grief, the was raw determination in his eyes, something that hadn't been seen the the incident. Riki stepped aside for the boy because he was unsure how long this would go on, and he'd hate to impede on a fellow shinobi's time.~
- Kitai walked with great haste, kite did not want to wait any longer, he wanted his headband to prove his level as a genin. He wanted to finally do something right and forget his days of thievery. Kite could imagine putting a smile on his mom face, for she hadn't smiled in a long time because of her sickness, it was eater her apart. M flew in front of him and did laps in the air whilst cawing to show that even he was elated for him to get his head band. As he approached the door, he saw two kids waiting to get there forehead protectors too. A very frustrated kid with a similar weapon stood at the desk, he looked irradiated as did the assistant but didn't know why. He didn't overhear the argument that had taken place moments before because of his absent-minded personality; he was completely oblivious. Then he shot a glanced at the other kid and noticed he had just entered the room too. He was shocked to see him carry a long katana. Kite decided to finally speak, he couldn't wait to get his headband any longer.
"Oui! Sorry that I am interrupting this little get together but I'd like to collect my headband." He said interrupting the tone of the altercation that had just taken place.
Kite stared at the assistant with a bored look on his face; a few moments after he raised his right hand and rubbed the back of his head and had a grin on his face. He realized he had just interrupted a conversation that was taking place and got nervous because he didn't know how the lady at the desk was going to react
