Shou was deep in thought when he heard multiple footsteps coming from inside the Otokages office, they were getting closer to the door. Shou knew that the previous meeting had to be over and it was now his turn to see the Otokage. When suddenly Shou felt an immense pressure as 3 men walked through the doors. He didn't know if it was the young man in front, or the two mysterious masked me on either side of him. He only knew that they were wicked strong. Shou would usually greet any human being that stood before him, but before he could think of the words, the young man in the middle shot him a cold and dissatisfied look, along with the permission to go inside. Shou didn't even move a muscle a** the 3 men walked by, until the footsteps could be heard no longer.
"I pray the day never comes that the joy is taken from my eyes" he thought to himself and he turned to Artemis. "Artemis, seeing a** we both are here fore headbands, what do you say we head in together and save the Otokage some time, he must be a busy man." Shou said plainly, as if to still be deep in thought. He then turned around and walked directly into the Otokages office, stopping a good distance away from the Kages desk giving arespectful bow. "Hello sir." he said sounding a bit nervous, catching himself he quickly changed his posture and spoke clearly. "My name is Shouden Hizashi, son of Hanzo and Shoshi. I believe you've gotten word of my arrival here in the village. I may be older than my fellow low ranking shinobi however, I assure you that my heart is in this for greater reasons than personal gain. I humbly ask that you give me the chance to bring glory to our land and heal our sick." Shou spoke from the heart and had not rehearsed any of his lines. Shou looked on waiting for response...this would be the man to change Shoudens life from a nobody, from the Outskirts, to a valued member of the lands he called home...
Artemis shrugged. "I think eiseijutsu is complicated. You have to be pretty knowledgeable of wounds and the chakra system and general anatomy, as well as your own limits so you don't pass out during surgery or in a battlefield." She was probably making it out to be more scary than it was. Most medics, by the time they were on the field, were versed enough to know all that. It just took time and practice, like all ninja arts. "Thank you, she said in response to his praise. "I don't know if I want my name to go down in history, though. I just want to restore balance to the natural world; I think all of the edginess between villages and people doing unnatural things for power - like sharingan implants, tailed beats - I think it's bad." Even though she just revealed her driving motivation, her genuine philosophy, she just shrugged again like it was nothing.
She turned to the shinobi who'd just finished his meeting with the kage, and nodded when he said the kage was ready for them. Shou suggested they go in at the same time, so she followed him in, though she wasn't prepared for such a passionate speech about his motivations. She wouldn't be able to top that, even though it wasn't really a competition. The Otokage would already know about her control of the five elements, since she was taken into the village from the outskirts with no memory of her life beforehand. It was expected of her to serve the village in exchange for them healing her wounds, though she would never get used to the scars she now bared. "I'm here for your permission to train as well. Artemis Souma." Her disposition was less tense that Shou's, though she didn't come off as careless or apathetic towards receiving her headband. She knew it was a rather big deal, even though it felt more like a habitual contract given to anyone who showed some skill in the ninja arts. She would serve the village regardless, because in exchange for their help she owed them the life they saved.
With Isora on his way out, Horace stood, having had enough of this day so far. Waving a hand to Skelly, he strode towards the pitch black in the back of the office, quickly disappearing from view. Free temporarily from the oppressive nature of the President, Skelly and the office guards visibly relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. As the Sergeant moved around to seat himself at the desk, he slipped a brand new record on to his record player: "The Symphony of Croft Manor." Plopped comfortably in the chair, the snow white haired Sergeant Skelly (pictured in spoiler) slid a drawer out from his left, pulling up several headbands and patches as he closed it again. After laying them down on the far edge of the desk, the Sergeant greeted the two new Genin.
"How are your folks doing, Shouden? I don't have your complete file on hand, nor yours, Artemis, so I'm not sure where to place you you two." Waiting for an answer from them, Skelly looked both over with a long view. Shouden appeared to be in need of some complex medical texts, while Artemis looked like she could devour an entire encyclopedia, with room to spare. In any case, the Sergeant motioned with a hand towards the headbands and Company 7b patches. The headband was a standard for the village, whilst the patch denoted their place in the UHV's military structure. It wouldn't take much to note that Horace's secretary, Skelly, also wore the 7b patch, and was likely the fellow that they could ask missions from if Horace was unavailable.
KingYoshii
Kiwis poet
Shou Senju
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Artemis brought forth a folder and offered it to the sergeant. "I apologize for that inconvenience; I've brought mine with me." She gave him a moment to accept her folder and look over her file. There wasn't much to read, considering her history was unknown. The most interesting piece was her elemental coverage; it was the only interesting piece, all things considered. "I would be happy any place," she assured after thinking about his statement. She accepted the standard handband, tying it to her outer right thigh to show her pride. She ran her fingers over the patch, wondering how she'd wear it.
Shou presented his Complete File as well. "My apologies Sir, as far as where to place me, I request to be placed with the combat medics and I would like to start training immediately." Shou said without hesitation He could tell he was in a room full of powerful individuals. However once the massive Sergent gestured to the headband and arm patch, Shou Was flooded with motivation and raging excitement. Maintaining his outward composer, he grabbed them both in one fell swoop. He would place the patch in his pocket for later tailoring and place the headband directly over his forehead in the traditional fashion. Breathing a sigh of relief.
Skelly leaned back in the chair, causing it to emit a mild squeak. Artemis was the first to approach, with Shou close behind her, both of them laying the files on the desk. Sitting up, the Sergeant thumbed through each shinobi's file, thinking on their words as they stepped back into line. "Any place, combat medics," he breathed out mutely, thinking harder. If Artemis very well could wield all the elements, she would be an invaluable asset. "Ms. Souma, I want you to train with Shou here while he's learning eiseijutsu, and apply your experience gained to protecting our people. If the medics are downed on the field, there won't be anyone to pick you up if you go down as well. Mr. Hizashi, your protectors won't always be able to help you if you overextend yourself on the battlefield. In training with Ms. Souma, you'll begin to understand how far her protective reach is, and what you can do to protect yourself when outside of it. Any questions?" If there were none, they were free to depart, as Skelly's face relaxed, taking on a subtle look of being interested in the record playing beside him.
Kiwis poet
Shou Senju
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Artemis nodded as she was told to train beside Shou. That they needed to learn how protect each other. When he seemed to wait for questions, she realized she had none. "Thank you," she replied earnestly. She opened the door for Shou, leaving after him if he took the opportunity to go to the academy.
Shou was brimming with questions but he needn't say a word, the sergeants words spoke volumes. He understands his place in the shinobi world. He wasn't born to a powerrful bloodline, nor was he a genius. He was a man living in the shadow of of fear. Fear that he would never be able to protect what he loved because he was too weak. Gritting his teeth and clenching his fist his mind raced but this time, down a negative path. Shou realized he wasn't breathing, so he gave a deep bow of appreciation, and rushed out of the door as Artemis opened it. He only managed to force out a few words as he passed her, as he didn't want Shelly to notice that he was having an anxiety attack. "academy... Tomorrow." Shou didn't even lift his hear to look at her, instead he his behind his wild hair and ran immediately when he was out of the sergeants line of sight. Shou sprinted for the entrance so he could get fresh air.
The two shinobi's would walk past Isora as he waited for them to began their conversation with the Otokage. Isora had some questions for the Oinin, but for now it would wait. In silence, Isora would began to exit the citadel. "Silence shall be key, Ill prove myself to the kage and the Oinin, that way he has no choice but to induct me as a Oinin". Isora wasn't worried about this mission, nothing someone as logical and over analyitical as him couldn't do. With all the items needed and his flute tucked away in its poach, Isora felt eager and ready. "Time to get this show on the road".
xxxx< Passive & Personal Attributes and Jutsu > → Sixth Sense as the First: With a stationary body, the user can detach his vision and walk around to look at things. Cannot physically move during this. → 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. → 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 D - rank, A rank at C - rank, and S rank at B - rank. At A - rank, all illusions cost 5 less chakra to perform if performed through a instrument or performance. at S - rank, illusions cost 10 less chakra if performed through instrument or performance. Allowed to convert Genjutsu slots into Style slots at a rate of 10 to 1. By selecting this discipline, increase the total number of Genjutsu gained per rank, including D - rank, by two [+2]. → Otherworldly Imagery: Genjutsu performed cannot be mimicked or reversed by any means. ( Genjutsu can still be broken, however. ) → Pre - genius : learn GenJustus [1] post faster → Teikou no Kuntou :: Electrical Resistance Training → Kiri Shikaku no Jutsu :: Mist Vision Technique → →
xxxx< Items + Equipment > → Flute → Shuriken x15 → Book: The Art Of War → Smoke bombs ( 3 ) → Silent shoes : Installs comfortable pads within shoes to muffle the noise made from walking, running, or jumping.
"ORACE!!!" The dulcide tones of a french girl echoed THROUGH the soundproofing in the office. She pushed open the double doors with both hands and strode into the office without delay. "If chu simply cannot keep zur soldiers out of ze vine I must insist they get off ze family ship. They are devouring our stores. Your promised zis would be fixed ashes ago. It vas made very clear to you we are navy, not zees...shin obi you employ. Tell your soldiers to back off or vee vill have Zim removed from ze deck" the girl looked livid, hair slightly disheveled and gave a light pink from overflowing emotions.
With Horace still out and about, Skelly and the office guards seemed to be quite relaxed. The large man was doodling away on some unimportant document, listening to his record when an accented young lady burst through the doors. Her mouth and footsteps were in sync as she talked heavily about something Skelly knew nothing of. When she was finished, the Sergeant raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Vasil, what are you ever talking about here?" The huge secretary was simply baffled by the sudden intrusion, outburst, and lack of information.
Toryu Naminosaki
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
The girl looked beyond annoyed. She composed herself. "Absolutely unacceptable. Ze soldiers on ze docks will not leave my shop alone. My families wine from ze old country is down to less Zan aff a barrel. Zey are drinking like fishes and be vill not tolerate this for much longer monsur skelly. Ve need our orders and for ze carousers to leave us alone. " She said, crossing her arms and blowing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes
A grimdark situation indeed had developed! "This sounds like a public rioting issue," Skelly pondered the consequences for the misbehaving UHV grunts. "As it stands you are hereby granted permission for the D-rank Public Rioting mission. Make sure to not let them see you, or they'll be after you lickety-split. I'll send back-up to assist you as soon as possible." Snapping his fingers, a visible Anbu was suddenly missing, having rushed off to gather associates. How rude of these drunken grunts, to drink the Vasil family's personal wine, and to do so in such great quantities that they'd be destroying the docks!
Title: Public Rioting Rank: D Information: An upset public in the village (or surrounding populaces) is rioting, generally destroying everything within reach. Deflect damage to public property while both not being seen, & assisting higher shinobi to their culling. Solo or Squad: Variable Minimum Posts: 5 Note: 50 ryo. +200 A.C.
Toryu Naminosaki
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Cherish nodded and put her hand on the hilt of her Rapier. "Cannot promise I von't be seen. Not my ting" she dais calmly and turned on her heel top head back to the docks. She had a grin on her gave the moment she passed through the door.
Sung knew it was finally getting to the good part. All of his wasted time in the academy, keeping in line to what he was told, all of it was leading up to the fun part. As he walked into the office his grip tightened on his bat that was resting on his shoulder, black metal glinting in the light. From beneath his white mask was a wild grin hidden in the shadows, he was ecstatic.
Hopefully the boss was in, all he wanted was to get his head band and be given permission to leave. He planned to get his training done and then just keep crushing skulls until he was promoted. One step at a time, one step at a time.
