≈ The Misty Swamplands

[Count-Swagula]

Isamaru looked to see the cloacked figure. He drew a scroll and avoided the lightening. Isamaru looked for a way out. He realised something. Isamaru was in his element. Maybe the lightening wouldn't work. Yet. Isamaru had his natural water element, under his belt. He fell backwards. Going under the water. Isamaru felt the charge of lightening being swept away from the swamp water. He felt he would need to purify this water of the mist villiage. Isamaru viewed his opponent. He could hear him through the water. Isamaru began stringing his handsigns. "Suimenka no Kisoku (Breathing underwater Technique)" The water spewed from Isamaru's mouth. And began to rage under the pole jocky. Into a raging mass of water that rapidly began to rise. Isamaru hid under the water. The kunai and weapons would slow when comeing in contact with Isamaru. This gave the genin the oppertunity to prepare his next jutsu.  

[GamerGoneSry]

♦❄♦❄♦"Hunting In Forgotten Mist!"♦❄♦❄♦


the real kiri then vanished upon reciving the clones words from the Mizuakge

♦❄♦❄♦"..The Violet Snowflake.."♦❄♦❄♦  

[Anonymous_Alcoholic]

Goddamn it, nothing ever works the way it should. I need to plan things out in advance. And not get into these situations in the first place. Akio would come to regret his decision to follow their so-called teacher into the swamp, and probably to their deaths. He could have at least had the decency to show up and die instead of leave it ambiguous, or reassure them he was watching and this was all a test of character. Hell, this guy may actually be their teacher using henge and some fuuton jutsu. Anything was possible. Like being murdered by some white-wearing nobody in a dirty swamp at the age of nineteen, something that was probably likely. I need to be optimistic. I can totally make it. Probably. He had all the timein the world to b***h, he was being thrown around by some fuuton jutsu. Some elemental weakness nonsense, something he had no real control over at the moment. He hadn't focused on much besides bloodline techniques, something he'd have to work on if he ever got out of this disgusting swamp. Akio turned those climbing spikes into, well, longer and sharper climbing spikes. He needed a handhold on the tree so as not to be thrown into something sharp and rendered deceased, or worse. He didn't want to end up worse. but it was hard to hold on when you were facing gale-force winds. So he wrapped the iron around his hand, making a n impromptu gauntlet that was as tight as he could make it without cutting off circulation. That helped keep him to the tree, but he claws were gouging lines into the wood as he was pushed back. Eventually, he'd either run out of wood or the tree would fly away with him.

Either way, he was kind of screwed.

The wind did not feel all that great, carrying water, dirt, and whatever else counted for debris hitting his skin fast enough to feel... Well, horrible. It hurt, the cutting wind, the debris, and all the mental stress was compounding into a lot of unhappiness. That, and a lot of built-up rage. he wasn't happy with the turn of events, the pain, and all the work that went into beating one little man senseless. He shouldn't be this good. Stupid teacher. Akio needed a plan, probably some of his iron. His idea came along with the dozens of kunai that were heading towards him, normally a death sentence, now his new best friend and his weapon. Metal was his element, after all. He jumped off of the tree and rode the kunai like a surfboard, right around the tree he was clinging to and towards the white-robed shinobi. He shoved a hand into his side-pocket and pulled some metal wire out, wrapped it around his hand, and got to his plan. The surfboard/metal death ride soared over white-shinobis' head as Akio flew towards him, feet first. He tossed the metal wire under the guys arm and directed it towards his other hand, gripping it tightly. He extended the spikes on his feet and barbed them, hoping to skewer the guy in the stomach and keep him from doing anything about it. Or, if he got cheeky with that wind jutsu once again, pull the metal cord along with him and neatly bisect the guy. He wasn't going playing nice anymore. "Suck it, fairy boy!"  

[Kazzoh]

WHITE DEVIL

The first Shinichi would gaze silently upon Isamaru as he fell into the murky waters. Just what in the world was the young shinobi thinking? "Odd." The cloaked figured said, which in itself was a rare feat. If they had been paying attention they'd note that was only the third word he said since he arrived. He spotted the water level beginning to rise, whether this was by Isamaru's hand or not would yet to be seen. As the waters rushed against his only support, he found himself jumping off the pole he had balanced himself on into the trees. He pulled out another scroll and quickly summoned a large bow and quill of arrows. Drawing back the string to fire at Isamaru if he was bold enough to peer his head out of the water.

The second figure wasn't faring much better. He'd blown his opponent back but apparently due to the man's bloodline he turned out to be far more tenacious than he originally thought. He quietly observed Akio's counter, it was a bit unorthodoxed but far more brilliant than what he thought would happen. Unfortunately, once again he was underestimating the White Devil. He didn't have to use his hands in order to stop Akio, in fact there was the perfect technique just for this situation. As his opponent dive bombed towards he performed two handseals and smiled as he was wrapped up in a metal wire, but the best was yet to come. He shifted his eyes towards Akio and burst of air would explode in front of him, not too strong but it would catch his attention. He shifted his eyes from side to side and bursts would pop on both his left and right continuously... sort of juggling him in the air.

[Shinkuutai Naihatsu (Air Pockets Bursts)]

 

[Count-Swagula]

Isamaru hadn't the time to learn multitudes of jutsu before setting out on this little "adventure." He had an idea, not a very noble one. But a good idea none the less. He found it hard to see through the water. People only appearing as blurrs above him. Isamaru began to string his handsigns. And the water, if not hard to see before. Was much more challenging now. The mist in the water rose, it became an actual cloud. It rose up. Past the white devil, up into the trees. leading right into his partner. who is getting whipped around. Isamaru then began the final lightening handsigns to seal this deal. He'd shock his partner, and shock this entire disgusting bog of death. Isamaru heard from under the water, the thunder begin to rumble. And soon, even in this murky abyss. The sky above him lit up. The jutsu lasted for, ten minutes? Isamaru couldn't remember. He hoped it would take out the two monsters, after his and his pals life.

[215/310] (Call of lightening)  

[Anonymous_Alcoholic]

"I've lost any shred of dignity I once held, I just want you to know that." He was forced to do all of the talking in this little fight/relationship,which saddened him. He assumed there would be more witty banter and all that, maybe a few colorful insults before things got a little serious. He'd have really like that, as opposed to being juggled like some kind of juggling-thing that was being uggled. This was just insulting, and kind of pathetic. He expected something more... Lethal. Although he could appreciate how funny this actually was, as opposed to something lethal. He'd probably have a few laughs about this in his private time, but right now he needed a plan. Something that would make this guy wish he had just tried to kill him. Something would eventually come up.

Isamaru had provided him something upon which to create said plan.

Well, at least he ain't useless. Akio thought, watching the clouds rise and stick. He recognized the jutsu even if he couldn't use it, but he knew what he was gonna do to this guy. "Guess it's jjjjjust one of those days, huh?" Akio asked his white-robed nemesis as he was bounced back and forth, sounding rater submissive despite his quick little plan so close to being executed. He lifted a metal-wrapped fist up and felt the lightning strike, not that it had any effect on him. A wonderful perk from his bloodline, as it were. His opponent wouldn't be half as lucky.

For good measure, he sent the projectiles back at white-robes from behind. It always payed to have a back-up plan.  

[Anonymous_Alcoholic]

[So yeah, I may be outta line, but I kinda wanna get to other things with my character. Tell me if I have to delete.]

"Fry, you white-robed b*****d, fry!" Akio shouted as he watched his opponent, the white-robed b*****d, convulse and such from the electric shock. He probably didn't survive, not that Akio cared, but he pushed the guy under the marsh water for good measure. He didn't have the stomach to kill a man up close yet. He averted his eyes as he watched the mass of kunai, shuriken, and other metal projectiles slaughtered the other white-robed figure.

He was still a squeamish boy under all that hair and muscle.

"Oi, Isamaru, let's go back to the village. Teacher can catch up." Akio waved the other boy over as he made his way back, jumping from tree to tree as he had done before. He wanted to get out of the damned, smelly swamp and take a nap at home already. He missed his bed.

[exit to Kiri gates]  

[Count-Swagula]

Isamaru floated up to the top. Hoping to catch the white robed man off guard. By the time he got up to the top, he saw the man frying. Isamaru watched the figure fall into the depths. And wondered if he had killed. Isamaru had never taken a life. Nor did he want to. But as soon as he wore his headband, he knew what he had gotten into. The monster of a man he had the pleasure of being on a team with seemed to usher him back respectively. Maybe it was Isamaru's natural charm that made people like him. Who knew?

Isamaru followed the man in toe, back to his village. He was ready to learn more jutsu to help him out in fights in the future.

[Exit to Kiri gates]  

[Yato no Mikoto]

Kawaii had been following along behind Inka, squinting out into the swamps as they went. This lack of concentration led her to walk a bit off the side of the trail. Ironically, just as the Chunin finished delivering his line of reason, the small girl found the ground was no long present below her. With a splash Kawaii dropped into a hole filled with icy water, going most of the way up to her waist. Mortified the girl stared off into the distance, arms above her head, trying not to look at either of her squad mates. "Holes. Filled with cold water." Just my luck.

 

[Michael the sexy king]

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「 Chokichi "Dream Trapper" Matsumoto 」
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「Genjutsu → Bloodline」「Genin」 「Kirigakure」「Sakkakugan」

Chokichi looked around as he followed along his teammates. As he listened to his sensei, he observed his surroundings. "Those who don't have the Kiri Shikaku no Jutsu (Mist Vision Technique) will be unable to see, leaving them wide open for an attack from any direction." he said staring upward. "It will also be easy for people to slip and fall as well."

Chakra: 245/245
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[Yato no Mikoto]

Kawaii grumbled as Inka hauled her up out of the hole, but she knew there was no way she'd be getting out on her own and as such didn't protest. Grabbing the clothes she wandered off into the mist and returned a few minutes later changed, tugging at the bottom of the shirt to keep herself concealed despite no chance of that happening. She didn't bother pointing out that she could create dry wood. There was too much humidity to start a fire for more than a few seconds. In the village it was fine, but the mist here was otherworldly. "Let's just get out of here as soon as possible. Why did we have to come through the swamp anyways?" She didn't sound too thrilled, and why should she be? Wet nasty clothes in tow, it would be a while before she was able to thoroughly dry out. She was used to things being a little damp, living in the mist, but it also meant that getting dry in this country was extra difficult "I hate my luck."

 

[Michael the sexy king]

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「 Chokichi "Dream Trapper" Matsumoto 」
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「Genjutsu → Bloodline」「Genin」 「Kirigakure」「Sakkakugan」

Chokichi was busy looking at his surrounds. When he turned around, he saw that Inka-sensei was helping Kawa out of a hole. He ran over next to her and his sensei and said "How did you fall in the hole?"

[[OOC: I'm sorry I really didn't notice she fell.]]
Chakra: 245/245
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