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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 12:32 pm
Post 5/5 for Detective
The chip weighed heavily in Community-Minded Woman's grasp as she turned it over like a trick coin. So far as she had seen, the buildings on either side of the alleyway were clear, but she decided to check again just to be sure. As she strolled down the alley, taking in sights she had already seen and sounds she had already heard, she found herself peering in through windows whenever she passed them. Any ordinary person may have felt like a peeping tom after engaging in such an act, but she was the great and powerful CMW--protector of the community and all its inhabitants--and also a police officer out on official business. She carried on in this matter for quite some time, but suddenly stopped in her tracks when she was three windows from the end of the alley. Inside that apartment, a couple were talking about seemingly banal things, but that wasn't what caught her attention: an open case of poker chips sat on a table, just barely visible from the window.
After checking to make sure the coast was clear, the woman partially assimilated the material of the wall and turned her ear into dust, which she spread in a fine layer across the window. Though still muffled, she could make out some of the conversation more clearly that way, and listened to them prattle on for several minutes while meditating on the roof. Eventually she heard the sharp sounds of what she assumed was the case snapping shut, and heard one of them say something about heading to "Bala's place".
The woman recalled her ear and released the assimilation, then strolled down the central stairwell to the lobby. If someone was carrying a case like the one she'd seen, it would be immediately obvious just from scanning the lobby and the street outside--the case was fairly large and unwieldy, after all, and the couple didn't seem to be trained in the Shinobi arts--but she spotted no one. Even after doing a quick stroll around the neighborhood, she found no one who matched the mental picture she was going after.
She returned to the apartment building a bit later in the day, after determining that a foot search wasn't going to get her anywhere. Just on a whim, she checked the nameplates of the mailboxes in the lobby and found four that caught her interest: a man named Haru (she reckoned it wasn't too much of a stretch to turn that into "Bala"), a woman named Hana Ran (which could be shortened and tweaked to be "Bala"), an older woman named Haruka (for the same reason as Haru), and a young man named Hibiki Sora (because that was just a fishy name). She recorded their apartment numbers and set about investigating.
Haruka turned out to be a nice lady with a particular knack for making very good lemonade, with not the least bit of evidence pointing to her being the culprit. Hana was similar, albeit with a penchant for drinking alcohol instead of making lemonade, and Hibiki Sora was an average everyday teenage boy who definitely was not anyone special or a protagonist in any way, even if he opened the door with a cards in hand ("to play solitaire", he claimed). That left Haru, who was clearly the culprit even from outside the house, as tobacco smoke, swearing, and the sound of cards and chips being shuffled about could clearly be heard through his front door.
Community-Minded Woman passed this information along to her coworkers, who would make sure the civilian police got involved in the matter.
Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 10:03 pm
“Even a copy. Can surpass the original.”
(Y)una(M)ugen
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Yuna grabbed the bag of mail and headed over to the apartments to deliver it. Entering the first floor she walked up and down the hall inserting the mail into each slot as she went. Not to difficult but diffidently tedious. 1/3
She walked up the flight of stairs to the second floor and repeated the process. It was only letters, but it seemed every single door needed at least one. Yuna could feel the bag get lighter with each delivery. 2/3
Reaching the final floor Yuna finished delivering the mail to each appropriate door. She was lucky she got an apartment as the delivery site, less work on the bones. Yuna returned to the post office and dropped off the bag as Hideo seemed to be done as well. 3/3 "Do you need to pick up anything in Takumi? I was going to head their next to put an order in. Then learn a few skills too, if you're busy I understand." Yuna said, she could do it on her own but it would be nice to have someone with her.
Title: Distribute the Mail Rank: D Information: The mail system has always been a testing ground for young Shinobi hopefuls: providing swift, timely delivery of parcels, avoiding evil pets, and carrying a large amount of mail all at once put great strain on the Shinobi. As such, the pay is very nice, but only if the mail makes it to the destinations in one piece. Solo or Squad: Variable. Minimum Posts: 3 posts. Note: Grants bonus 100 Ryo upon completion.
๑๑๑๑Whereas Yuna had lucked out with an apartment complex that was rather small, Hideo ended up having to trek around a small shopping district. The first shop had one letter, which was unfortunate considering how heavy his bag was. As the owner thanked him Hideo nodded, heading to the next location. [1/3]
The next shop was uphill but thankfully contributed to at least a third of the mail he had left. The wind attempted to wrench his grip on the mail, but he clutched the bag hard as the dust picked up. Banging on the door no one came for quite some time until at last he found a mail slot at the side entrance. Throwing everything in he went on to the next destination. [2/3]
The final destination had an odd half number in its address, which meant it was an upstairs location in a building. However, as Hideo approached to bottom entrance he found they had closed for lunch. Groaning he took a look around, noticing a thick bundle of cables that ran from the lower building next to it. Making his way onto the roof he ran across the inch wide length of cable, flipping onto the patio of the place he needed to be. Surprising the old man inside with his knock, he bowed quickly and handed him the rest of the mail. "Well, I guess downstairs always being close around this time must be why you had so much mail piled up Mr. Nozomi. In any case, have a good day!" Racing down the wire and jumping onto the ground, Hideo headed back to the mail office, running into Yuna who seemed to be finishing up. [3/3]
"Actually, I might want to pick up a few things there now that you mention it. Plus I'm up for a bit more training along with someone, it would definitely help pass the time. Wanna head that way then?"
Title: Distribute the Mail Rank: D Information: The mail system has always been a testing ground for young Shinobi hopefuls: providing swift, timely delivery of parcels, avoiding evil pets, and carrying a large amount of mail all at once put great strain on the Shinobi. As such, the pay is very nice, but only if the mail makes it to the destinations in one piece. Solo or Squad: Variable. Minimum Posts: 3 posts. Note: Grants bonus 100 Ryo upon completion.
{ OoC: So if its cool i'll puppet you to speed it up, its going to be gate to crossroads to Takami to forge. I'll place an order there and then you can place one if needed. Then puppet me to the Inn and we can grab food/rp chracter stuff/ train/ anything lol it takes 2 days for an order to be ready. }
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Yuna smiled as he agreed. "Yeah lets head out, I want to place my order in before they close for the day." She said, it took a couple days to make what she needed. Walking with Hideo they headed to the gate.
Kohana chucked the bag over the tall fence and then climbed over herself, landing with a small grunt of effort. She recollected the bag and carried on on her stroll, keeping an eye out for address numbers as she walked by the high rise. Eventually, she made it to the correct door number. [1/3] She knocked. She pulled her bag off her shoulders and rummaged through until she received the wrapped paper. It was in good quality, although it was creased on one end from her own perilous trail. [2/3] When the old man answered, she presented the newspaper with a smile. "Your issue for this week, Sir." He accepted and looked over the articles once he removed the rubber band. She waited for him to give her a curt nod before she pulled out a camera. [3/3] Distribute the Mail complete
"Before you go, can I get a few pictures?" She batted her eye lashes and like every other parent, he folded. She thanked him and took a dozen pictures of him, hoping they turned out well. [1/3] "One more thing," she requested before he went back inside his home. "The Evening Scroll wants to know what its customers think about it. Can you tell me your opinion on the newspaper?" [2/3] He described the relevance of the news and how frequent delivers were, and answered any of her additional questions. She jotted a few notes down on an extraneous newspaper copy, and thanked him for his time. She took one more picture of him when he thanked her because of his smile, and then head off on her way. [3/3] Help the Newspaper completed
She left the residential district.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 8:34 am
You will perform.
The thought was more than clear enough in her mind. A memory. Something of a crossroads she had come to, and a point in which she made a hard decision. Inside of her, insects had taken up residence, and while they were her first friends, the second of the first two gifts every Aburame is given, Katherine didn't feel much like an Aburame until the day she met him. The man known as Kay. But that story will unravel itself.
Katherine, who took his name as her moniker, sat with crossed legs atop her bed, almost meditative. Black shades had been removed, and the creepy visage of an Aburame in tune with her Kikaichu was all too real. Her eyes didn't move as she thought back to her earliest memory, being the type of child who didn't shy away from creepy crawlies. She was barely old enough to even form memories,a tender 4 years old, but she could feel the connection between her and the small amount of insects she'd been given to. [1/7] That had been given to her. One of them stopped at attention, floating just about her face. As if at her will, it buzzed in a figure 8 motion ahead of her face. Her first order, given and taken almost entirely by accident. [2/7] The ability to manipulate them came slowly, over years of bonding with the species that so rapidly lived and died. Her chakra was their primary food source, and so long as she supplied they would rapidly grow, living and dying by the quarter of the day. [3/7] As she developed her interest in the arts, she also refined her control over her insects. To them, she was overlord, the dark master. [4/7] They didn't understand that she saw each and every one of them as both disposable tools and precious elites, born of her own blood. And with each new generation, numbering now in the thousands, her mind worked just a little bit better in conjunction with them. [5/7] By the time she made her way to the academy, though her father didn't approve of her nature as a socialite and thespian, he did approve of how effectively she worked with her swarm. As a hive, she had a body as good as any of her peers. It was in her to be a proud person from the start. Her insects, contractually feeding off her chakra, couldn't have chosen a better host. [6/7] She gave clear instructions almost subconsciously to them. "Breed. Feed. Then... we will perform." Graduation was fresh in her mind, and her body was similarly refreshed. Her art, such as it is, deserves a better canvas than sand, sea or stone. The world would be elevated unto something worthy of her, of her many thousand children, and then she would finally captivate an entire audience. She blinked, releasing her direct control of the insects and stood, naked in the comfort of her own home. She dressed with long sleeves and loose fitting clothing, dawned circular shades, slung the heavy wooden man over her shoulder, and stepped into her shoes. The door to a whole world opened before her, and she ventured out to meet her peerless leader. [Host Technique learned.]
Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2017 3:39 pm
"Thank you for coming young man." The old woman said with her kind, rustic voice. She bowed politely while Masato crossed his arms in displeasure. "Just point me to this weed please." He said sharply. Why did being a ninja have to include such mindless work? The only reason why he was interested in this task was because there was an ad in the newspaper which said that there was an impossibly strong weed plaguing the local residential district. Something that not even other shinobi can pull out. Any challenge, no matter how small, showed promise to kill his boredom. He needed Nariomi to resume his ninja role and train him once more. He felt weaker doing mindless labor.
The lady brought Masato to her yard where resided a single weed. It looked inconspicuous. Instinctively Masato reached down and tried to pull it out. It didn't give to a basic tug with one hand, so the man brought both of his hands to it. He pushed off from his knees, but the weed did not budge. "It's like I keep telling people. It's impossible to pull out." The woman said discourage. This just fueled Masato further. Without much effort the man popped the first gate and pulled on the weed. It still refused to cave. The shinobi amplified his strength further by moving along the gates to the third. His feet started to dig into the solid rock below him, but the weed did not budge.
"What kind of Excalibur nonsense...." He gritted. His body turned a hue of red as he went straight to the fifth gate. The woman was immediately alarmed as visible chakra was apparent from the man. Nearby rocks levitated by the sheer power of Masato. It was then that the man was able to overcome the challenge and pull up the weed. The shinobi nearly threw himself backward as he shot from his position. It was after he completed the task that he took several breaths and lowered his gauges. "It, is, done." He said in between heavy breaths. With the task done, he decided to report his missions to the Kazekage.
Satisfied with his training for the moment he would move on to help the villagers. He would head back out to the area where he had helped the woman clear the giant weed some weeks ago. There he would find the woman shaking her head in discontent. The weed had indeed been pulled, but in its place were several dozen weeds. Masato laughed, knowing it would be nothing in comparison to the giant one. [1/4] Sliding his sleeves off of him, letting the top of his garmet hang freely over his sash, he would get to work. His bare feet sunk deeply into the loamy soil that begged life to sprout from it. As he plucked a single weed, two more seemed to instantly take their place. Masato would quickly pick the two, hoping to dissolve the matter…to no avail. Four grew in place of the two. The senior genin grunted, dissatisfied with the results. [2/4] He closed his eyes, scratching his head in confusion. How on earth would he manage to complete the task. An idea sparked. Literally in his head. Masato brought his hands together, forming a quick series of hand signs and exhaled, bringing his fingers to his lips to control the flames. Using the great fireball technique would ignite and burn the plants, hopefully for good. [3/4] As the flames singed the tips of every plant, Masato’s eyes gleamed as they refused to grow back. For whatever purpose, the flames worked to cease their growth. A steady, continued stream of fire was exhaled, being used resourcefully to complete his mission. After several minutes, the weeds had been extinguished. He would inform the farmer and move on to his next task outside the area. [ D Rank Mission Pull the Weeds! :]
__ Once Tetsuhiko arrived in the residential district he allowed Penthesilia to begin mail distribution for him. He merely twitched his fingers as he commanded the puppet to do his bidding. Utilizing the puppet allowed him to thoroughly deliver the mail while at the same time avoiding the ire of the local dogs and cats. (1/3 Delivering the Mail)
Penthesilia would run from house to house forcing mail in through the mail slots in the doors or placing them in mail boxes. Sometimes packages and parcels were to be delivered as well which required extra care. For such deliveries the marionette would simply place the item on the doorstep and ring the doorbell or knock loudly before swiftly moving on. (2/3 Delivering the Mail)
Penthesilia was now almost done delivering her half of the mail that she had taken. It would be up to Hikaru to deliver his half as well before the mission could be completed. After making another round of deliveries Penthesilia had gotten the job done. All Tetsuhiko really had to do was stand in the street and wave his arms around until the puppet completed its tasks. "Using puppets sure is a handy way to avoid paper cuts." (3/3 Delivering the Mail)
Tetsuhiko then noticed that Penthesilia was carrying more mail than he originally noticed in another bag. He sighed before he commanded his puppet to deliver yet another round. He paid close attention to the addresses for mail distribution. (1/3 Delivering the Mail Pt 2)
Penthesilia then soared from door to door on the new block sorting the mail into the proper mailboxes. She continued to maneuver about and had to dodge a few hostile dogs. She was designed to be a fast puppet especially with magnetism to alleviate her metallic weight. This allowed her to deliver the mail in a cynch. (2/3 Delivering the Mail Pt 2)
She continued her mail delivery route this time on the other side of the block. The mail would slide into the doors in perhaps a startling way to the residents, but it was to be delivered all the same. The envelops were the easiest to deliver by far. Finally, this residential block was finished as Penthesilia approached Tetsuhiko. (3/3 Delivering the Mail Pt 3)
The rest of the mail in that bag needed to be delivered now. Tetsuhiko assumed that with the combination of his large mail delivery route compared to others that everybody would be getting their mail today and the post office could take a break. In any case, Penthesilia immediately began her rounds on the final block. (1/3 Delivering the Mail Pt 3)
Tetsuhiko was again careful and attentive to ensure that the envelopes and parcels were being delivered to the correct addresses. The homes were receiving their necessary mail. The residents would have to fetch the post from their doorstep of course, but it was there all the same. (2/3 Delivering the Mail Pt 3)
He continued to manipulate the puppet to continue delivering the mail. Penthesilia was now very efficient in this task and finished it even more quickly than before. Penthesilia then completely finished her route and now the entire district that was on Tetsuhiko's list had received their mail. (3/3 Delivering the Mail Pt 3)
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__Hikaru sighed. Couldn’t Penthesilia deliver the mail for the two of them? He wanted to ask, but the puppeteer jumped the gun the moment that they arrived. He guessed that meant he was expected to go the old fashion way.
One by one Hikaru placed a piece of mail into their respective boxes. He wished that he was able to manipulate all paper and not just the pieces he created with his chakra. He also wished that people took better care of their mailboxes, as some of them were so rusted that Hikaru used diagnosis to assure himself that nothing lethal resides on them. One mail box cover literally came off when he tried to force it open.
Toward the end, however, Hikaru felt as though he found a rhythm to the motion. Move to the mailbox, lift the cover, deliver the mail, close the lid. Rinse, dry, repeat. Once he finished his batch, he saw that Tetsu was already finished. He moved over to the male and showed his empty bag. “Meet you at the hospital.” Hikaru said casually. He then darted off.
__ Taylor and Horus would be set down on the rooftop that the clones convened upon. Zhi and the rest of her clones would catch up soon afterward, crowding around her friends en masse. Zhi offered the camera toward him and started only now to explain, "Heya buddy ol' pal! I'm drafting you to help Team Bastet with our missions. Lady Bastet wants you to take good pictures of Tetsuhiko, Hikaru, and me while we work. Of course, if you also help out then you'll get rewarded even more than for just taking pictures! I think that is a pretty darn neat deal, right? Right!?" As usual, Zhi said almost all of that in one effortless breath. The other six clones of her just nodded in agreement and clapped softly like she was the best negotiator in the world. Zhi offered her other hand to shake Taylor's after he took the camera from her. ** MISSION - Help the Newspaper [ D-Rank | START ]
One of the clones spoke up amidst the friendly pleasantries, "So... first is mail delivery! We should split up our share of the work so we can catch up with whatever T-fizzle and H-daug have already done." The real Zhi looked back at herself and nodded in agreement. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 1/3 | START ]
She then expanded her attention to the rest of her clones. "Alright gang! Let's split up and deliver some mail!" Admittedly, she had flashbacks to a cartoon she sometimes managed to sit down long enough to watch when she addressed her other selves just now. They of course also got the reference, as well as a little chuckle as they dispersed into pairs. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 2/3 | ONGOING ]
Two of the three groups made a quick detour to collect extra mail bags. They could do much more work with so many more available bodies. It wouldn't take much time for the lot of them to then divide those mail bags' letters and parcels for delivery. The first pair to finish would be the ones who had taken from the bag of mail that was given to them by Bastet in the first place. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 3/3 | FINISH ]
The real Zhi would pretty much just hang out with Taylor to watch him while he took pictures of her team. "Ain't this fun!?" Of course, she just enjoyed being around her friend. Now that things had calmed down it felt nice to just hang out with friends. The second pair of clones were doing their best to do their share of mail deliveries too in the meanwhile. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 1/3 | START ]
In no time most of the second pairs' mail bag was a little more than half done. Excitedly, both of them picked up their pace even more. They did everything they could to maximize their efficiency even more with each step taken. This was doubly true with each letter or parcel put at its assigned destination. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 2/3 | ONGOING ]
Just a little bit longer and they would be done too. The last few letters and packages in the second pair's bag were a bit more spread around. To manage this they split it all up according to what was closer in their respective areas of the village. From there they just knocked it out lickety split. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 3/3 | FINISH ]
Zhi was definitely becoming proud of this Shadow Clone technique. Just like she thought, having more of her meant more could be done at once. That meant that she didn't have to worry about not doing something she wanted done at any point in her day. It also meant that she could do even more than she might normally plan to do! Truly, she was on the right track to be renown throughout Suna as the fastest ninja alive! ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 1/3 | START ]
The last pair of clones pretty much agreed with all of this as they also took care of their own bag of mail and whatnot. They could sense their fellow clones completing their multiplied part of the job. Sure, Zhi could have just left it at splitting up the work. However, it was much better for the village if they instead increased the amount of mail that was going to be delivered in the same time that was being given to them right then. It was its own kind of shortcut... from a certain point of view. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 2/3 | ONGOING ]
Like the rest of the clones and Team Bastet, the last pair of clones were very aggressively finishing their share of the work. Before long there would be nothing left to deliver at all. Hey, that meant that the mission was almost accomplished! With a final push they would send of the last of the mail and all of the clones would reconvene with the real Zhi. ** MISSION - Distribute the Mail [ D-Rank | 3/3 | FINISH ]
Hiraku had also finished around the same time as the rest of the team! Everything worked out perfectly. Zhi looked to Taylor, hoping he had snapped plenty of pictures of her, Tetsuhiko, and herself during all this fuss. "C'mon Taylor and Horus! We can't fall behind!" She patted her friend on the shoulder while giving him one of her brightest smiles in her arsenal before taking off. "TO THE HOSPITAL!!" The rest of the clones cheered in agreement and took off after Zhi.
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Horus instinctively pecked at the Zhi’s as they let him go. Not because he wanted to start a fight, but because their actions upset him. The bird flapped his wings until his festhers were unruffled. Taylor then followed suite, as before he could even think he was handed a camera. Take pictures? Could Zhi not hold the camera? He did know her to be quick, so it does make sense that she couldn’t aim a picture. But why him? Furthermore, why now? Taylor was sort of in the middle of something. He really needed to go back. But he couldn’t do so initially. Otherwise he would need to explain to Zhi why he was there in the first place. And the boy wanted anything but that.
So like any traveler of the middle path, Taylor compromised. The boy walked over to his partner as he soothed the bird with some gentle strokes. Horus calmed down, and when he was stable Taylor whispered something in his ear. The bird looked at Taylor in mild confusion, but then nodded. Taylor smiled as he then got to work. He took off his headband and wrapped it around the birds neck like a bandana. He then roped the camera around the Bandana so that it would not fall off. Finally Taylor set the camera to take a picture on a repeating timer. Once he set it up, he let Horus fly off, where the bird proceeded to circle around the three members of team Bast.
Horus was only able to get flying toward the end of Tetsuhiko and Hikaru’s Mail delivery. The two were mostly done. Regardless, Horus did fly relatively low to the ground in order to capture good pictures. With his incredible sight he was able to deduce fairly well where would get the best camera shots.
Taking shots of the Zhi brigade was infinitely easier. Because there were so many of them Horus had no problem flying in areas where the camera could capture the best pictures. Like the paparazzi Horus hovered around the area to collect the shots. When the camera stopped taking pictures he flew back to Taylor.
Meanwhile Taylor had just sent off Horus when Zhi asked if he was having fun. He turned around and noticed her standing there. Did she never leave? Taylor had to think now. He needed to address the situation in a way which didn’t directly confront her. “Well, first of all I’m really grateful that I was the first person you thought of. Thank you, Zhi.” The boy said kindly. “However, after these pictures are taken, I may need to return to the Kazekage’s house. I kind of was talking to Mister Nariomi about something.” He said. The boy lacked urgency in his voice, which in part was because he was afraid of Zhi learning the truth of why he was there. But at the same time, it would make it hard for her to have any clear notion on why its important for him to return.
Taylor Chakra: 519 Stamina: 519 Techniques Used: Stats: Strength: Genin +2 ll Fortitude: Genin ll Speed: Genin +1 ll Reflexes: Genin +7 Passives: Electric Resistance Training: E-ranked One with the Chain: E-ranked Minor Control: D-ranked Pivot: C-ranked Quick Step: B-ranked Horus Chakra: 519 Stamina: 519 Techniques Used: Strength: Genin ll Fortitude: Genin ll Speed: Genin ll Reflexes: Genin Passives: Electric Resistance Training: E-ranked
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Regalina Kaicho
Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 6:33 pm
Masato arrived at some granny's gardens in the residential district. 'This old lady and her weed problem.' Masato thought as he cleared his throat and spat on the ground. 'Hmph.' He then knelt down on the ground and began pulling the weeds. (The Weeds! The Weeds! 1/3 pt 1)
The granny walked by and offered him gloves for weed pulling and Masato shook his head. "Ma'am, if I didn't need them the last two times, then why would I need them now" He said through gritted teeth. Be nice. As he began pulling the weeds, no, DESTROYING the weeds. These weeds were pulling some neat tricks on him and he was going to destroy them. (The Weeds! The Weeds! 2/3 pt 1)
The weeds were completely uprooted as he flexed his giant muscles. The old bag watched in horror as she viewed his incredibly aggressive weed pulling. She could only hope that he was not completely destroying her garden, but she was too afraid to speak up. Finally, the last weed in the garden was annihilated. (The Weeds! The Weeds! 3/3 pt 1)
He spat on the ground again while removing his shirt and flexing some more. As the shirt was discarded he took several giant steps towards another set of flower beds covered in weeds. With his giant fists, he began destroying the weeds once more. (The Weeds! The Weeds! 1/3 pt 2)
Once the weeds were destroyed he then noticed a large series of wasp nests which pissed him off. One of them even stung his hand which threw him into a rage. "Stupid wasp..." He then began vigorously punching the wasp nests and killing them by the hundreds as they stung his body. (The Weeds! The Weeds! 2/3 pt 2)
Again, the old woman continued to watch in absolute terror. She was tempted to just offer him some wasp killing spray, but this boy seemed to have his own way of doing things. The wasps were then punched into a complete and utter pulp and their nests were destroyed. Masato was still covered in stings, but who cares? (The Weeds! The Weeds! 3/3 pt 2)
He spat on the ground again while re-applying his shirt. As the shirt was added he took several giant steps towards another giant weed. The challenger has returned (The Weeds! The Weeds! 1/3 pt 3)
Masato got himself ready. He began at fifth gate as he readied himself for this weed. The ultimate opponent, a weapon capable of surpassing metal gear. With both hands he grabbed on and pulled with everything he had. This time, however, it came up along with half of the garden (The Weeds! The Weeds! 2/3 pt 3)
Again, the old woman continued to watch in absolute terror. She was tempted to just leave that weed alone, but this boy seemed to have his own way of doing things. The weed was gone, and with it all hopeful future weeds. Masato had defeated his final foe. (The Weeds! The Weeds! 3/3 pt 3)
__ While Zhi kept a close eye on her other selves and teammates' progress Taylor spoke up. She quickly spun about to face her dear friend and hear him out. Several energetic nods followed his thanks for choosing him to help out. But it was the however part of what he had to say that attempted to throw a wrench in the mood. Honestly, she didn't have the slightest clue why so many people were gathered at the Kazekage's home. She figured it was some kind of private party or something. Not like she stuck around long enough to get the exact context. Despite important people like the Kazekage or Nariomi the Sage being there, she just went ahead and pulled him away like it wouldn't be a big deal. Zhi's head tilted to the side a little while she thought, but that didn't take long. Her hand flew out and rested on the lad's shoulder for reassurance. "Taylor. Best buddy. I dunno what's goin' on and since you're not just tellin' me I get that it's gotta be suuuuuuuuuuuuper important to ya." She patted his shoulder a couple more times and nodded once. "BUT! You gotta remember that we're just kids! Sure, we're ninja and stuff, but we have to enjoy bein' kids still!" She retracted her hand, folding its fingers into a fist for an offered bump, "As your bestest friend, I declare that you need a break from the super serious stuff! Just hang out with us for a bit, kay? Maybe you can even join Team Bastet! T-Fizzle and H-Daug are really cool guys, y'know?" Zhi just smiled to her friend, waiting for him to accept her offered fist bump.
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〖×〗【TITLE: Genin】○【RANK: C-Rank】○【STRENGTH: +0】○【SPEED: +3】○【REFLEX: +0】○【FORTITUDE: +0】○【CHAKRA: 240 || 610】○【STAMINA: 80 || 170】 Technique Used: • _☆ ___○ [ Rank ] ____★ Technique Active: • Kagura Shingan [ Kagura Mind's Eye ] [ X Rank ] _☆ B-Rank Applied _☆ 32km Sensory Range (Zoom + Resolution Disciplines) ___○ Kagura's Will [ B Rank ] ____★ Can fully utilize "Kagura Shingan" while mobile. ____★ Kagura Shingan sensory range Halved (currently 16km)
