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In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Eri Takeda“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
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Eri looked over her students, some much more battered than others, and folded her arms. This had been a rough first day for Rina, but she didn’t think Kimi came out unscathed either. Eri’s first day exercise was meant to lay insecurities bare, to force one to confront the issues that would weaken them both on and off the battlefield. However it might feel a little different doing that as an adult soldier, than as a teenage girl. It was harsh, but was it too harsh? To some degree you had to shelter children from the realities of the world, and to lead them gently when it was time… but when was right?

However Eri reasoned she’d never been the fragile or sheltered type. No, she’d practically raised herself as a kid, as well as…  well, she supposed her adopted family. And she’d turned out alright! She was a strong, capable, beautiful woman, who didn’t need to rely on other people to get by. She could handle herself, unlike some. This genin team was an opportunity and a responsibility, and she wouldn’t let her genin grow up to be unreliable adults no matter what their parents were like. 

She caught a bit of movement in the distance and looked sharply at the would-be intruders. Someone was approaching her group and interrupting her lesson. In the distance it appeared to be another Jounin and genin team, judging by the heights alone. Was there a scheduling error? Didn’t they know she’d reserved the training ground?
 
The identity of the team's leader at least, became apparent as the new group edged its way ever closer. It was Kenji Yamanaka, a student of the legendary ninja Kamoji from another generation, and as ever he sauntered and strutted with the grace and decor one would expect of a model, not a fully fledged shinobi and instructor of Konoha's academy. The warm breeze of the land of fire had begun to pick up, and his almost magnolia blonde hair began to flutter in the wind alongside his scarf. His arms stretched out as he drew close enough that he knew Eri Takeda would be able to recognise him. With a hop, skip and jump towards the larger genin team and a wide grin across his face; his arms still outstretched Kenji began to shout.

"TAKEDA-SANNNN! It has been far too long!" He proclaimed, a kind of boyish allure and infatuation present in his tonality as he spoke. Kenji's particular fancy for Eri was fairly common knowledge among the tutors of the academy and even ordinary jonin (if such a thing existed) of the leaf, having become somewhat of a running joke among them. There were scores of women, particularly among the Yamanaka and Hyuga of whom were highly suitable and found him desirable. But Kenji had eyes for only one, and every time he had received a boot or fist to his face after each and every one of his attempts at romantic escapades.

However today no such thing would occur, because if there was one thing that Kenji desired more than Eric's affection; it was her respect, and the respect of others as a peer in the arts of the shinobi. Above all else, despite his fleeting youth and romantic side. The Yamanaka valued professionalism. What kind of teachings would he inadvertently impart on his own students if he was unable to control himself? 

He snapped to possibly the loosest and most casual salute the world had ever seen shortly after completing his brief initiation of reminiscence. Flicking his open palm towards Eri as he did so, giving a quick wink that was so fast that if one didn't know it was about to happen, they'd have been entirely unaware that it had occurred at all. Eri had responded to the salute seemingly almost on instinct, and with that the Tokubetsu-Jōnin had continued to speak.

"Alas, I come before you today on matters of great importance to the leaf. So I'm afraid we won't have a bunch of time to catch up. I've received direct orders from Lord Fourth himself to begin an investigation in the Uchiha sector. The details are…sensitive, but I thought given the makeup of your team that it may be pertinent for us to co-operate. I took the idea to Kamoji-Sensei, and he agreed wholeheartedly. You know what he's like."

Eri held back an exasperated sigh. Yes, she did know what Kamoji was like. Of course he would send his student to work alongside her on their first mission.  How old was Kenji anyway? There was no way *she* was so old that... no, Kenji couldn't have been even 20 yet. He had to be a Tokubetsu. Had to. He still needed someone to show him the ropes. A responsibility Kamoji had abdicated to her, of course.
 
A joint mission could be a way she could help round out his training and mature a little into adulthood, thought Eri. But then again, that was the good-for-nothing's idiot's plan. Send his responsibilities and failures at her, knowing she'd take care of them while he lazed around. She may as well have been Kenji's jounin, considering how much time the boy spent in her presence  over the years.
 
She was plenty used to Kenji repeating Kamoji's dumbest pick up lines and pranking her with romantic gifts, and it seemed now was no exception. She knew Kamoji found it the height of comedy to put a spotlight on her perpetual inability to get a boyfriend. It bothered her most not because of the jokes, no, that was just her lot in life by knowing Kamoji at all… but because Kenji suffered for it!  It was a shame, as Kenji was no doubt talented enough to make Tokubetsu. He had a better teacher in life, one who wouldn’t enlist young, impressionable students to play dumb pranks and instead molded them into model ninja… well, who knows what he could have accomplished! 
 
Well, Kamoji was right. She would take care of the responsibilities thrown at her. Because she was a good person.
 
Eri straightened her posture to military stance.
 
"It is good to see you, Kenji-san. Does the Lord Fourth know you are involving other people on this sensitive mission?"  She asked firmly, but kindly.

"Kamoji-Sensei told me that he would inform the Hokage, as my orders also granted me a little bit of leeway when it comes to the composition of the team. Provided I chose an appropriate Jonin to assist me, I was told it would be fine, I guess this kinda thing is how they're plannin' on gauging my judgement? I think I've made the right call, there aren't many shinobi in the leaf more respected than you, Eri-swaaaaaan." He replied, his voice tailing off to a boyish flirt as he finished speaking. Leaning slightly towards the Takeda Jōnin before feeling himself back in with a smile, unbeknownst to him however, the youngest of his charges, Akira Senju, had been almost clinging to his legs and hiding behind the Tokubetsu-Jōnin. Kenji would have been lying if he said he wasn't slightly startled by his bumping into the boy.

Akira let out a sound vaguely akin to a squeal as his new sensei bumped into him, upon Team 2's arrival to the training ground he had instantly noticed the presence of Kimi and Rina, two Uchiha genin whom absolutely terrified him during their time together in the wonderful Hana-sensei's lessons. He had never quite been sure if they used to intentionally bully him in class, be it because he was a Senju or because he was younger and smaller than them, or if their natures were just so much different to his own that it made him uncomfortable and they didn't actually mean any ill will towards him; but neither option altered the extent of his fear of the two girls, who were his elder. The darkly dressed, ebony haired girls stood almost in stark contrast to the Senju boy, who wore natural colours and a brazen azure cloak. In fact the only thing they had in common were the colour of their eyes, once that devilish Sharingan of theirs was activated.

He kept tight behind Kenji's legs, peeking out at the imposing figure of Eri Takeda, before shuffling back behind his sensei, only to peek out once again to assess the other team. This continued for a few seconds as the rest of the two teams gathered around them. As Rashiku drew closer, Akira somewhat felt the tension in his body ease, their prior experience at Takayuki's home allowed the youngest of the present shinobi a degree of comfort around his teammates, especially given how well they had coordinated themselves without any form of communication. 

Everything he knew about being a shinobi, and what was required of a three man cell, lead Akira to believe that he was quite safe when his friends were close. And for some reason, he had an unshaking faith in Kenji. Perhaps it was because he too, like Akira, was a younger man in the presence of peers whom were his elder.

Eri Takeda	“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
^{_______________________________________________}	Eri looked over her students, some much more battered than others, and folded her arms. This had been a rough first day for Rina, but she didn’t think Kimi came out unscathed either. Eri’s first day exercise was meant to lay insecurities bare, to force one to confront the issues that would weaken them both on and off the battlefield. However it might feel a little different doing that as an adult soldier, than as a teenage girl. It was harsh, but was it too harsh? To some degree you had to shelter children from the realities of the world, and to lead them gently when it was time… but when was right? However Eri reasoned she’d never been the fragile or sheltered type. No, she’d practically raised herself as a kid, as well as… well, she supposed her adopted family. And she’d turned out alright! She was a strong, capable, beautiful woman, who didn’t need to rely on other people to get by. She could handle herself, unlike some. This genin team was an opportunity and a responsibility, and she wouldn’t let her genin grow up to be unreliable adults no matter what their parents were like. She caught a bit of movement in the distance and looked sharply at the would-be intruders. Someone was approaching her group and interrupting her lesson. In the distance it appeared to be another Jounin and genin team, judging by the heights alone. Was there a scheduling error? Didn’t they know she’d reserved the training ground? The identity of the team's leader at least, became apparent as the new group edged its way ever closer. It was Kenji Yamanaka, a student of the legendary ninja Kamoji from another generation, and as ever he sauntered and strutted with the grace and decor one would expect of a model, not a fully fledged shinobi and instructor of Konoha's academy. The warm breeze of the land of fire had begun to pick up, and his almost magnolia blonde hair began to flutter in the wind alongside his scarf. His arms stretched out as he drew close enough that he knew Eri Takeda would be able to recognise him. With a hop, skip and jump towards the larger genin team and a wide grin across his face; his arms still outstretched Kenji began to shout. "TAKEDA-SANNNN! It has been far too long!" He proclaimed, a kind of boyish allure and infatuation present in his tonality as he spoke. Kenji's particular fancy for Eri was fairly common knowledge among the tutors of the academy and even ordinary jonin (if such a thing existed) of the leaf, having become somewhat of a running joke among them. There were scores of women, particularly among the Yamanaka and Hyuga of whom were highly suitable and found him desirable. But Kenji had eyes for only one, and every time he had received a boot or fist to his face after each and every one of his attempts at romantic escapades. However today no such thing would occur, because if there was one thing that Kenji desired more than Eric's affection; it was her respect, and the respect of others as a peer in the arts of the shinobi. Above all else, despite his fleeting youth and romantic side. The Yamanaka valued professionalism. What kind of teachings would he inadvertently impart on his own students if he was unable to control himself? He snapped to possibly the loosest and most casual salute the world had ever seen shortly after completing his brief initiation of reminiscence. Flicking his open palm towards Eri as he did so, giving a quick wink that was so fast that if one didn't know it was about to happen, they'd have been entirely unaware that it had occurred at all. Eri had responded to the salute seemingly almost on instinct, and with that the Tokubetsu-Jōnin had continued to speak. "Alas, I come before you today on matters of great importance to the leaf. So I'm afraid we won't have a bunch of time to catch up. I've received direct orders from Lord Fourth himself to begin an investigation in the Uchiha sector. The details are…sensitive, but I thought given the makeup of your team that it may be pertinent for us to co-operate. I took the idea to Kamoji-Sensei, and he agreed wholeheartedly. You know what he's like." Eri held back an exasperated sigh. Yes, she did know what Kamoji was like. Of course he would send his student to work alongside her on their first mission. How old was Kenji anyway? There was no way she was so old that... no, Kenji couldn't have been even 20 yet. He had to be a Tokubetsu. Had to. He still needed someone to show him the ropes. A responsibility Kamoji had abdicated to her, of course. A joint mission could be a way she could help round out his training and mature a little into adulthood, thought Eri. But then again, that was the good-for-nothing's idiot's plan. Send his responsibilities and failures at her, knowing she'd take care of them while he lazed around. She may as well have been Kenji's jounin, considering how much time the boy spent in her presence over the years. She was plenty used to Kenji repeating Kamoji's dumbest pick up lines and pranking her with romantic gifts, and it seemed now was no exception. She knew Kamoji found it the height of comedy to put a spotlight on her perpetual inability to get a boyfriend. It bothered her most not because of the jokes, no, that was just her lot in life by knowing Kamoji at all… but because Kenji suffered for it! It was a shame, as Kenji was no doubt talented enough to make Tokubetsu. He had a better teacher in life, one who wouldn’t enlist young, impressionable students to play dumb pranks and instead molded them into model ninja… well, who knows what he could have accomplished! Well, Kamoji was right. She would take care of the responsibilities thrown at her. Because she was a good person. Eri straightened her posture to military stance. "It is good to see you, Kenji-san. Does the Lord Fourth know you are involving other people on this sensitive mission?" She asked firmly, but kindly. "Kamoji-Sensei told me that he would inform the Hokage, as my orders also granted me a little bit of leeway when it comes to the composition of the team. Provided I chose an appropriate Jonin to assist me, I was told it would be fine, I guess this kinda thing is how they're plannin' on gauging my judgement? I think I've made the right call, there aren't many shinobi in the leaf more respected than you, Eri-swaaaaaan." He replied, his voice tailing off to a boyish flirt as he finished speaking. Leaning slightly towards the Takeda Jōnin before feeling himself back in with a smile, unbeknownst to him however, the youngest of his charges, Akira Senju, had been almost clinging to his legs and hiding behind the Tokubetsu-Jōnin. Kenji would have been lying if he said he wasn't slightly startled by his bumping into the boy. Akira let out a sound vaguely akin to a squeal as his new sensei bumped into him, upon Team 2's arrival to the training ground he had instantly noticed the presence of Kimi and Rina, two Uchiha genin whom absolutely terrified him during their time together in the wonderful Hana-sensei's lessons. He had never quite been sure if they used to intentionally bully him in class, be it because he was a Senju or because he was younger and smaller than them, or if their natures were just so much different to his own that it made him uncomfortable and they didn't actually mean any ill will towards him; but neither option altered the extent of his fear of the two girls, who were his elder. The darkly dressed, ebony haired girls stood almost in stark contrast to the Senju boy, who wore natural colours and a brazen azure cloak. In fact the only thing they had in common were the colour of their eyes, once that devilish Sharingan of theirs was activated. He kept tight behind Kenji's legs, peeking out at the imposing figure of Eri Takeda, before shuffling back behind his sensei, only to peek out once again to assess the other team. This continued for a few seconds as the rest of the two teams gathered around them. As Rashiku drew closer, Akira somewhat felt the tension in his body ease, their prior experience at Takayuki's home allowed the youngest of the present shinobi a degree of comfort around his teammates, especially given how well they had coordinated themselves without any form of communication. Everything he knew about being a shinobi, and what was required of a three man cell, lead Akira to believe that he was quite safe when his friends were close. And for some reason, he had an unshaking faith in Kenji. Perhaps it was because he too, like Akira, was a younger man in the presence of peers whom were his elder.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Natsuo Aburame"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"
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Everything was buzzing and shaking and confused. Natsuo's ears were ringing, and he felt like he'd been picked up and thrown somewhere. At the moment, he seemed to be half-buried in a pile of rocks.  

“Hey... um, you alright?” Asked a friendly voice in the darkness. 

He answered with a weak grunt.  Was he alright? He wiggled his fingers and toes, then his limbs, scattering rocks off of his coat in a sort of wiggly octopus motion. Nothing felt broken. Bakuto for his part seemed to be uninjured as well.

However far more pressing danger lay ahead of them- they weren’t alone. He struggled to listen to what Bakuto was saying to the woman past the ringing in his ears. It seemed she was down a teammate as well, leaving her outnumbered but potentially no less dangerous. Bakuto had no intention of fighting her, so it would be unwise for Natsuo to do any different. There was no telling how far away his other teammates were, nor time to discuss fight strategy with Bakuto. Death outside of a cave seemed preferable to death inside of one. And once they were outside, Hideo may be there to help them kill their masked companion, or their masked companion may be there to help kill Hideo. It could really go either way, so he'd just have to run with it and adapt from there.

He clambered up out of the rock pile and stood up, then cleared his throat.

“I have to agree with my teammate, it would be unwise to murder us here. The rocks are very unstable, and we could all be crushed.”

Natsuo raised his arms and shook his long floppy sleeves about, sending a bunch of glowing beetles tumbling out into the air. Like small lit paper lanterns, they eminated dim light into the cave as they flew around. Some of them zoomed off into the darkness around them, moving like a school of fish. Others stayed near, blinking yellow lights around the cave and Natsuo.

Natsuo Aburame	"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"
^{_______________________________________________}	Everything was buzzing and shaking and confused. Natsuo's ears were ringing, and he felt like he'd been picked up and thrown somewhere. At the moment, he seemed to be half-buried in a pile of rocks. “Hey... um, you alright?” Asked a friendly voice in the darkness. He answered with a weak grunt. Was he alright? He wiggled his fingers and toes, then his limbs, scattering rocks off of his coat in a sort of wiggly octopus motion. Nothing felt broken. Bakuto for his part seemed to be uninjured as well. However far more pressing danger lay ahead of them- they weren’t alone. He struggled to listen to what Bakuto was saying to the woman past the ringing in his ears. It seemed she was down a teammate as well, leaving her outnumbered but potentially no less dangerous. Bakuto had no intention of fighting her, so it would be unwise for Natsuo to do any different. There was no telling how far away his other teammates were, nor time to discuss fight strategy with Bakuto. Death outside of a cave seemed preferable to death inside of one. And once they were outside, Hideo may be there to help them kill their masked companion, or their masked companion may be there to help kill Hideo. It could really go either way, so he'd just have to run with it and adapt from there. He clambered up out of the rock pile and stood up, then cleared his throat. “I have to agree with my teammate, it would be unwise to murder us here. The rocks are very unstable, and we could all be crushed.” Natsuo raised his arms and shook his long floppy sleeves about, sending a bunch of glowing beetles tumbling out into the air. Like small lit paper lanterns, they eminated dim light into the cave as they flew around. Some of them zoomed off into the darkness around them, moving like a school of fish. Others stayed near, blinking yellow lights around the cave and Natsuo.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Shiori Spiga"Once you’re devoured, it doesn’t matter who you were before."
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Shiori appreciated Ken’s command. No questions, no nonsense. As the Hyuuga ran back into the fray, she fixed her eyes on her teacher, their would-be murderer, and moved back to a safer distance. Once Burai lunged at Kuree, she made her attack, throwing three kunai into the battle, each individally aimed at Kuree or her clones.

Whether she hit the clones directly, grazed, or missed completely, Shiori didn’t care.  Half a foot from their target, The egg sacs attached to each kunai would burst sending out a net of sticky webbing infested with small, skittering spiders, ready to bite whatever body was nearest and fill them with paralytic venom. If her webs didn’t immediately attach to a body they’d expand and dissolve slowly in the air, undulating like a ghostly jellyfish filled with poisonous spiders. 

With two male meat shields and plenty of hungry spiders between her and the murder-crazed mountain hag, Shiori was confident in the advantage Ken’s plan had given her.

She noted that there was a slight chance her strategy would result in some spiders landing on the boys, which would make things a bit harder for them. But that was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

Shiori Spiga	"Once you’re devoured, it doesn’t matter who you were before."
^{_______________________________________________}	Shiori appreciated Ken’s command. No questions, no nonsense. As the Hyuuga ran back into the fray, she fixed her eyes on her teacher, their would-be murderer, and moved back to a safer distance. Once Burai lunged at Kuree, she made her attack, throwing three kunai into the battle, each individally aimed at Kuree or her clones. Whether she hit the clones directly, grazed, or missed completely, Shiori didn’t care. Half a foot from their target, The egg sacs attached to each kunai would burst sending out a net of sticky webbing infested with small, skittering spiders, ready to bite whatever body was nearest and fill them with paralytic venom. If her webs didn’t immediately attach to a body they’d expand and dissolve slowly in the air, undulating like a ghostly jellyfish filled with poisonous spiders. With two male meat shields and plenty of hungry spiders between her and the murder-crazed mountain hag, Shiori was confident in the advantage Ken’s plan had given her. She noted that there was a slight chance her strategy would result in some spiders landing on the boys, which would make things a bit harder for them. But that was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Natsuo Aburame"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"
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It was the strangest thing!  Natsuo had noticed some peculiarities about this mission from the very start, but the slightly mysterious elephant-in-the-room feelings he’d been getting had now become a whole stampede of uncertainties. Even their supposed enemies were confused by the whole thing. If everyone thought the children weren’t supposed to be there… then why were they there? 

Luckily, Hideo turned out to be evil rather quickly. Unluckily, this made it clear to Natsuo that he and the other genin were hostages. They’d been lead into the cave and were likely to be killed or held captive to get an edge on whatever was happening up top. Natsuo supposed it was nice that someone thought that they were important enough to keep alive. Hideo could have just lopped off all their heads if he’d wanted to.

Natsuo found Hideo remarkable. The strange man was unlike anything he had ever met before, human or animal.

People said that insects were inhuman in action, but that wasn’t true. They had needs and urges just like any other living thing. One might be surprised by the sudden bite a beetle, but if you knew it was hungry or scared or bored, it wouldn’t be so surprising. Hideo didn’t need to be hungry or scared or bored to bite. He could smile one moment and bite the next, and he seemed to have no emotions about it whatsoever. It was like he had decisions clicking around in a collection of gears and numbers, making his actions as precise as a watch, but his reasoning was silent and cold. Natsuo was sure a person like that could kill a lot of children if they wanted to. 

Then again, Natsuo thought he could be missing something. Perhaps Hideo was a type of person he just didn’t understand at all, with reasons Natsuo didn’t understand. 

These chunnin they were with didn’t seem as mysterious, though. They seemed like rough teenagers, and one of them definitely wanted to bite… but their leader wasn’t hungry for a fight. If the group skedaddled back to the forest entrance, they had a chance at getting away from their unmotivated pursuer. Natsuo thought it a good thing when the best plan was also the safest.

“Why don’t we just go back the way we came?” Natsuo said brightly. 

 He was pretty sure his bugs could swarm up and buy them some time to escape, if it came to that. Since Ari was too loud to sneak, she could melt a path ahead or close the way behind them. Yue would be easily able to hold back at least one of the chunnin with her shadows and his bugs to help. Bakuto may well have been the fastest of the group, and he seemed the least fearful - he’d have a good chance of surviving no matter what. 

Of course, it was possible that Hideo was waiting for them and would still slice their heads off, but Natsuo set that thought to the side. One couldn’t plan for what they didn’t know.

Natsuo Aburame	"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"
^{_______________________________________________}	It was the strangest thing! Natsuo had noticed some peculiarities about this mission from the very start, but the slightly mysterious elephant-in-the-room feelings he’d been getting had now become a whole stampede of uncertainties. Even their supposed enemies were confused by the whole thing. If everyone thought the children weren’t supposed to be there… then why were they there? Luckily, Hideo turned out to be evil rather quickly. Unluckily, this made it clear to Natsuo that he and the other genin were hostages. They’d been lead into the cave and were likely to be killed or held captive to get an edge on whatever was happening up top. Natsuo supposed it was nice that someone thought that they were important enough to keep alive. Hideo could have just lopped off all their heads if he’d wanted to. Natsuo found Hideo remarkable. The strange man was unlike anything he had ever met before, human or animal. People said that insects were inhuman in action, but that wasn’t true. They had needs and urges just like any other living thing. One might be surprised by the sudden bite a beetle, but if you knew it was hungry or scared or bored, it wouldn’t be so surprising. Hideo didn’t need to be hungry or scared or bored to bite. He could smile one moment and bite the next, and he seemed to have no emotions about it whatsoever. It was like he had decisions clicking around in a collection of gears and numbers, making his actions as precise as a watch, but his reasoning was silent and cold. Natsuo was sure a person like that could kill a lot of children if they wanted to. Then again, Natsuo thought he could be missing something. Perhaps Hideo was a type of person he just didn’t understand at all, with reasons Natsuo didn’t understand. These chunnin they were with didn’t seem as mysterious, though. They seemed like rough teenagers, and one of them definitely wanted to bite… but their leader wasn’t hungry for a fight. If the group skedaddled back to the forest entrance, they had a chance at getting away from their unmotivated pursuer. Natsuo thought it a good thing when the best plan was also the safest. “Why don’t we just go back the way we came?” Natsuo said brightly. He was pretty sure his bugs could swarm up and buy them some time to escape, if it came to that. Since Ari was too loud to sneak, she could melt a path ahead or close the way behind them. Yue would be easily able to hold back at least one of the chunnin with her shadows and his bugs to help. Bakuto may well have been the fastest of the group, and he seemed the least fearful - he’d have a good chance of surviving no matter what. Of course, it was possible that Hideo was waiting for them and would still slice their heads off, but Natsuo set that thought to the side. One couldn’t plan for what they didn’t know.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Eri Takeda“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
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"My name's Uchiha Mikazuchi. Just call me Mika." Said the boy, before making a bunch of strange faces at her. She supposed he was nervous, or trying to look tough, or something. Meanwhile, her students seemed to have worked themselves up into a frenzy. 

”So you're Eri-sensei, right?" 

“Mhm.” She replied, eyes watching the dusty tornado of punches and kicks. She hoped mister “Truth of the Uchiha” would follow her example. He’d missed the first part of the test, he couldn’t afford not to pay attention now. The two girls rose into the air, tumbled, delivered devastating blows. The talent and potential detailed in their files was made clear by their performance - both girls had been shaped to fight in ways well beyond the average student, or even the average Uchiha in Rina’s case. But while both had plenty of power to use, they had little regard for their own well-being. Lumika didn’t know her limits, and Rina simply ignored her physical state for as long as she needed to in order to win. Learning your limits was a hard lesson, and Eri would see that the two girls suffered that lesson in the coming days.

But right now, Rina was out for blood. Eri couldn't help but wince as Lumika landed with a sickening thud. She’d run this test dozens of times and it was true that sometimes, things could get bloody and personal. But that was fine, early on. Better to have your personality clashes out now than on the battlefield. She supposed it wasn't unexpected with someone like Rina. She'd read her file extensively and it would have been surprising if she didn't have personality issues, and Lumika was not the type to back down. This was the right test for them. Yet still a small voice cried out in her, ’Save them! Protect them! They're just children!’ Eri couldn't help but feel a smile come on, which she suppressed.

“Heh. I guess I do have motherly instincts after all.” She murmured to herself. She crossed her arms and swallowed, her composure returned. She had work to do.

Standing with her arms folded, Eri looked over the battlefield and surveyed the results of her test. Lumika wasn’t getting up, and Rina had nothing left to fight with but her attitude. They were bruised and bloodied and angry, but they’d live. Kimi, on the other hand, got through the test without a scratch.  

It was a shame, thought Eri. For all Kimi’s outward attitude, she’d abdicated the fight almost immediately, making few moves and missing her biggest opportunities to win. Though Eri could see a powerful and adaptable ninja in the overlooked Uchiha, she was holding herself back and the results were clear.

“The battle is over.” Eri declared loudly. She marched onto the dust-covered battlefield,  her military stride punctuated by heavy footsteps. When she stopped, her stance was remarkably straight.
 
“Rina and Kimi!” She announced loudly. “Your objective was to subdue each other, not Lumika. Instead, both of you were distracted and let vital opportunities slip! Regardless of what happens, a ninja’s top priority is always their mission. You cannot let your enemies goad you into forgetting your duty, forgetting your teammates, your village, and your friends.”

She paused a moment, letting her words sink in and observed her student’s reactions. But not for long.  

Just as quickly, Eri approached Lumika and knelt down beside her collapsed body. She narrowed her eyes over her and took a deep breath, flexing her arms and forming a tight fist with her her hands, her index and thumb finger pointed outwards like twin spikes. Then suddenly, Eri punched downwards onto Lumika’s back, eliciting a sickly cracking noise from her spine. A series of quick, short, and exacting strikes followed, as her hands punched along Lumika’s vertebrae and then her ribcage, causing more horrible bone-crunching noises. Despite how brutal it looked, Lumika’s body seemed to relax a little with each strike, and some of the color came back to her face. Eventually Eri stopped, looked over Lumika again, and stood back up, seemingly satisfied with her work.

“Lumika, you pass!” She announced brightly. “Congratulations. But you pushed your limits, and it cost you. This is only your first exercise of the day, and it’s going to get much more difficult from here on.” 

Then Eri clasped her hands together, looking up to address the rest of the team. 

“Now! If any of you are injured or otherwise unable to continue, now is the time to say so. Otherwise, I want to hear how your perceptions of your teammates have changed and what you’ve learned about each other. Strengths and weaknesses only!” She said waiving her pointer finger at the team. “Starting with you, Mika.”

She looked their newest teammate expectantly with a warm, but curt smile. The whole situation made her feel very clever.  Whatever Mika said, she was sure it would motivate the rest of the team one way or another.

Eri Takeda	“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
^{_______________________________________________}	"My name's Uchiha Mikazuchi. Just call me Mika." Said the boy, before making a bunch of strange faces at her. She supposed he was nervous, or trying to look tough, or something. Meanwhile, her students seemed to have worked themselves up into a frenzy. ”So you're Eri-sensei, right?" “Mhm.” She replied, eyes watching the dusty tornado of punches and kicks. She hoped mister “Truth of the Uchiha” would follow her example. He’d missed the first part of the test, he couldn’t afford not to pay attention now. The two girls rose into the air, tumbled, delivered devastating blows. The talent and potential detailed in their files was made clear by their performance - both girls had been shaped to fight in ways well beyond the average student, or even the average Uchiha in Rina’s case. But while both had plenty of power to use, they had little regard for their own well-being. Lumika didn’t know her limits, and Rina simply ignored her physical state for as long as she needed to in order to win. Learning your limits was a hard lesson, and Eri would see that the two girls suffered that lesson in the coming days. But right now, Rina was out for blood. Eri couldn't help but wince as Lumika landed with a sickening thud. She’d run this test dozens of times and it was true that sometimes, things could get bloody and personal. But that was fine, early on. Better to have your personality clashes out now than on the battlefield. She supposed it wasn't unexpected with someone like Rina. She'd read her file extensively and it would have been surprising if she didn't have personality issues, and Lumika was not the type to back down. This was the right test for them. Yet still a small voice cried out in her, ’Save them! Protect them! They're just children!’ Eri couldn't help but feel a smile come on, which she suppressed. “Heh. I guess I do have motherly instincts after all.” She murmured to herself. She crossed her arms and swallowed, her composure returned. She had work to do. Standing with her arms folded, Eri looked over the battlefield and surveyed the results of her test. Lumika wasn’t getting up, and Rina had nothing left to fight with but her attitude. They were bruised and bloodied and angry, but they’d live. Kimi, on the other hand, got through the test without a scratch. It was a shame, thought Eri. For all Kimi’s outward attitude, she’d abdicated the fight almost immediately, making few moves and missing her biggest opportunities to win. Though Eri could see a powerful and adaptable ninja in the overlooked Uchiha, she was holding herself back and the results were clear. “The battle is over.” Eri declared loudly. She marched onto the dust-covered battlefield, her military stride punctuated by heavy footsteps. When she stopped, her stance was remarkably straight. “Rina and Kimi!” She announced loudly. “Your objective was to subdue each other, not Lumika. Instead, both of you were distracted and let vital opportunities slip! Regardless of what happens, a ninja’s top priority is always their mission. You cannot let your enemies goad you into forgetting your duty, forgetting your teammates, your village, and your friends.” She paused a moment, letting her words sink in and observed her student’s reactions. But not for long. Just as quickly, Eri approached Lumika and knelt down beside her collapsed body. She narrowed her eyes over her and took a deep breath, flexing her arms and forming a tight fist with her her hands, her index and thumb finger pointed outwards like twin spikes. Then suddenly, Eri punched downwards onto Lumika’s back, eliciting a sickly cracking noise from her spine. A series of quick, short, and exacting strikes followed, as her hands punched along Lumika’s vertebrae and then her ribcage, causing more horrible bone-crunching noises. Despite how brutal it looked, Lumika’s body seemed to relax a little with each strike, and some of the color came back to her face. Eventually Eri stopped, looked over Lumika again, and stood back up, seemingly satisfied with her work. “Lumika, you pass!” She announced brightly. “Congratulations. But you pushed your limits, and it cost you. This is only your first exercise of the day, and it’s going to get much more difficult from here on.” Then Eri clasped her hands together, looking up to address the rest of the team. “Now! If any of you are injured or otherwise unable to continue, now is the time to say so. Otherwise, I want to hear how your perceptions of your teammates have changed and what you’ve learned about each other. Strengths and weaknesses only!” She said waiving her pointer finger at the team. “Starting with you, Mika.” She looked their newest teammate expectantly with a warm, but curt smile. The whole situation made her feel very clever. Whatever Mika said, she was sure it would motivate the rest of the team one way or another.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Natsuo Aburame"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"
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Waiting at the cave’s entrance with the rest of the group, Natsuo looked up at the clouds and rolled his head from side to side while he turned his new nickname over in his mind. He  smiled. He liked it!  “Hat and Stars” sounded like a children’s game, something you’d play with a handful of paper stars and a wooden cup. That sounded like a fun game to him.  It also sounded a bit like an exclamation. “Oh, my hat and stars!” He raised his eyebrows, thinking the exclamation out across his face. 

He supposed Ari herself was the sort of person who exclaimed a lot. He perched himself on one foot, gently wobbling side to side as he peered at their self-declared team leader’s display of muscle. It reminded him of a rooster he’d seen on a farm, posturing and crowing to keep the hens in line. She was certainly being rather loud. 

Natsuo frowned and put a finger to his chin, which, as he was still standing on one leg, put him in a strange tilted position, like a cactus growing diagonally. He didn’t think Ari was as stupid as she looked. Posturing was a useful strategy in the animal kingdom, especially if you were small. The best defense against a bear is to flap your arms around and act big, and none of them were bigger than a bear. Perhaps Ari knew what was coming.  If she wanted to be leader, it suited him fine. 

Natsuo relaxed his legs and stood upright. He was glad he’d made a good impression on Ari, even if it was partly based on his potential pocket money.  And with her on the team, Natsuo had some idea of the strategy they’d be using down in the caves.  His Kikiachu and Yue’s shadows made a deadly combination, in darkness or light, while the other two seemed the assassin or brawler type. He folded his arms and looked over at Bakuto. It was good for an assassin to be scrawny and/or battle damaged. They’d have to be quick, because the consequences of failure were always right there where an arm used to be. He nodded to himself. Reminders were helpful.

Then again, Natsuo had no idea how the other boy had lost his arm. He’d never asked. For all he knew, Bakuto could have lost his arm in a freak farming accident,leaving him with nothing but a longstanding fear of chicken coops. Natsuo peered sideways at him, hiding his stare behind his sunglasses. Bakuto seemed annoyed, and he furrowed his brows in empathy. He supposed Bakuto could have just been born without an arm. 

It occured to Natsuo that he could just re-introduce himself to this new team and see how it went. Maybe he could show them his kikaichu. But the air felt different now than it had back at the card stump.  He felt timid before the yawning cave and the odd, puppet-like man who’d chosen them.

Natsuo accepted a handful of gummy stars and put them into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Eri Takeda“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
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What was with this kid? He’d just appeared out of nowhere, and apparently that made him her problem. Was random children falling out of the sky just something she’d have to deal with, now? Oh, why couldn’t it be handsome men falling out of the sky instead of… more responsibilities…

Besides, if the kid’s dad was apparently involved, then Eri thought he should have come along to explain what was going on. It was a bit much to expect his child to do so… and Eri wouldn’t have minded meeting the father. She looked over the boy and imagined what a larger, more mature grown-up version of him might look like. She could get along with that. Maybe he needed a woman who could help raise his son… 

But Eri was no homewrecker! The kid’s mother was probably a lovely woman. She was probably simple and hadn’t gotten a career as a ninja and hadn’t trained really really hard and wasn’t a war hero. She was probably a simple uncomplicated girl who wasn’t too demanding… a-and that was fine! Eri wasn’t the sort of person to get in the way of a happy couple. Not like the sort of loose-moraled, irresponsible women who would use her social position to worm her way into someone else’s relationship, simply because she couldn’t start one on her own and go around wearing low-cut shirts and sticking those things in men’s faces, who didn’t work a day in their lives and got good at make up and lies instead.

Eri would never stoop to their level, no matter how many bad dates she went on, or how lonely she was, or…

Suddenly she remembered that the boy was still there.

“Listen, you can’t be the sort of guy who just leaps out and jumps on girls! Like, it’s different with enemy ninja, but this is practice! These are supposed to be your companions. And they’re not going to know what you’re doing, or what your intentions are! You’ll come off like a creep. And nobody likes creeps, okay?” 

After spouting her somewhat confused monologue, Eri realized that she didn’t even know what the kid’s name was.

“-Besides, it’s very rude not to introduce yourself.”

Eri Takeda	“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
^{_______________________________________________}	What was with this kid? He’d just appeared out of nowhere, and apparently that made him her problem. Was random children falling out of the sky just something she’d have to deal with, now? Oh, why couldn’t it be handsome men falling out of the sky instead of… more responsibilities… Besides, if the kid’s dad was apparently involved, then Eri thought he should have come along to explain what was going on. It was a bit much to expect his child to do so… and Eri wouldn’t have minded meeting the father. She looked over the boy and imagined what a larger, more mature grown-up version of him might look like. She could get along with that. Maybe he needed a woman who could help raise his son… But Eri was no homewrecker! The kid’s mother was probably a lovely woman. She was probably simple and hadn’t gotten a career as a ninja and hadn’t trained really really hard and wasn’t a war hero. She was probably a simple uncomplicated girl who wasn’t too demanding… a-and that was fine! Eri wasn’t the sort of person to get in the way of a happy couple. Not like the sort of loose-moraled, irresponsible women who would use her social position to worm her way into someone else’s relationship, simply because she couldn’t start one on her own and go around wearing low-cut shirts and sticking those things in men’s faces, who didn’t work a day in their lives and got good at make up and lies instead. Eri would never stoop to their level, no matter how many bad dates she went on, or how lonely she was, or… Suddenly she remembered that the boy was still there. “Listen, you can’t be the sort of guy who just leaps out and jumps on girls! Like, it’s different with enemy ninja, but this is practice! These are supposed to be your companions. And they’re not going to know what you’re doing, or what your intentions are! You’ll come off like a creep. And nobody likes creeps, okay?” After spouting her somewhat confused monologue, Eri realized that she didn’t even know what the kid’s name was. “-Besides, it’s very rude not to introduce yourself.”

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Eri Takeda“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
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"I HAVE COME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUTH OF THE UCHIHA!" 

Oh no. What did that little brat think he was pulling?  Eri leapt up and intercepted the wayward genin’s projectiles, grabbing them with a sweep of her arm and shoving the kid aside. He landed in the grass a ways away from them. He might have the wind knocked out of him, but he would likely be unharmed. Eri landed near him.

“I didn’t say to stop fighting!” She called back to her charges. 

Up to this point, the test had been going pretty well. She doubted either of the Uchiha would underestimate their teammate after being suplexed and hurled across the training ground, and Rina had delivered some pretty impressive ninjutsu. Kimi, by contrast, had been quick, close-up, and conservative with her ninjutsu. Was she holding back out of fear, or planning something? Eri hadn’t seen it yet.

But she had another problem to deal with. She’d noticed the boy darting around the bushes, peering at her girls during the test. She thought it was a secret admirer from class or something, and would have been fine sending him away with a stern warning  - but when he ran up that tree she knew something was up. Maybe he was part of some kind of class prank. He looked about their age. Maybe a little scrawny. If he was one of her girls' secret admirers, she felt bad for him.

“Alright kid, what’s this about? I hope you’re not trying to impress somebody.”  She said, looming over the boy.

Eri Takeda	“No matter what, someone is depending on you.”
^{_______________________________________________}	"I HAVE COME TO SHOW YOU THE TRUTH OF THE UCHIHA!" Oh no. What did that little brat think he was pulling? Eri leapt up and intercepted the wayward genin’s projectiles, grabbing them with a sweep of her arm and shoving the kid aside. He landed in the grass a ways away from them. He might have the wind knocked out of him, but he would likely be unharmed. Eri landed near him. “I didn’t say to stop fighting!” She called back to her charges. Up to this point, the test had been going pretty well. She doubted either of the Uchiha would underestimate their teammate after being suplexed and hurled across the training ground, and Rina had delivered some pretty impressive ninjutsu. Kimi, by contrast, had been quick, close-up, and conservative with her ninjutsu. Was she holding back out of fear, or planning something? Eri hadn’t seen it yet. But she had another problem to deal with. She’d noticed the boy darting around the bushes, peering at her girls during the test. She thought it was a secret admirer from class or something, and would have been fine sending him away with a stern warning - but when he ran up that tree she knew something was up. Maybe he was part of some kind of class prank. He looked about their age. Maybe a little scrawny. If he was one of her girls' secret admirers, she felt bad for him. “Alright kid, what’s this about? I hope you’re not trying to impress somebody.” She said, looming over the boy.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Shiori Spiga"Once you’re devoured, it doesn’t matter who you were before."
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 What a brainless test!  Fighting over a rock to prove who was the ‘strongest,’ like crows dueling over a shiny pebble. What exactly was their sensei trying to prove with buckets and rocks?  If a person was a hinderance among the Spiga, they killed them. It didn’t make any sense to allow ones teammates to be hinderances.  Supressing a growl, she spat a sticky web into each of her barrels, forming a translucent lid over the top. If Kuree wanted her to carry her buckets the whole time, well, she’d treat her to a pair of  bludgeons. 

"Well that was fun guys. I'll see you two around. Burai-san we can still train later. I'm going to wait for an instructor that will teach me to be a shinobi instead of a bull that charges through walls. Jaa-ne." Kenshiro said, suddenly walking away. 

Kenshiro had been putting on its formal robes, which Shiori had taken as a show of confidence. But as it happened, it had never planned to fight at all! It was just going to abandon them! Losing was one thing, but to be disregarded like that… If anyone was going to delegitimize sensei’s stupid test, it was going to be Shiori. Kenshiro leaving made the rest of them look like idiots. And they already looked like idiots!

Shiori wouldn’t have it. Whatever their jounin was trying to inspire, she didn’t care. She hadn’t shown off her body to the whole village and shouldered buckets across half of it just to be shown up now. Kenshiro needed to learn who the real leader of their team was, and Shiori was ready to demonstrate. She pulled a thick glob of webbing from her mouth and hurled it at Kenshiro, forming a silvery rope in the air between the two as it struck him in the back.

“Oh no you don’t.” She said matter-of-factly, and yanked the web back towards her, pulling the surprised Hyuuga onto his butt. “You’re my teammate, whether you like it or not. I don’t want to be here any more than you do, but we’re in this together.” She continued, pulling the rope and her captive teammate back towards her. She didn’t bother to acknowledge Burai, who in her mind had been hovering around uselessly like an irritating gnat - watching, commenting, and doing nothing at all useful. She’d already learned how to tune out people of little significance, and Kenshiro was the one making all the major moves. 

But it wasn’t moving much now. Once the webbed genin was near enough, Shiori looked back to Kuree, her expression chipper and ready to learn.

“Now, tell us the rest of this stupid test, sensei.” She said sweetly, her smile just as bright as when she said she’d wanted to help the village to become it’s best.

Shiori Spiga	"Once you’re devoured, it doesn’t matter who you were before."
^{_______________________________________________}	What a brainless test! Fighting over a rock to prove who was the ‘strongest,’ like crows dueling over a shiny pebble. What exactly was their sensei trying to prove with buckets and rocks? If a person was a hinderance among the Spiga, they killed them. It didn’t make any sense to allow ones teammates to be hinderances. Supressing a growl, she spat a sticky web into each of her barrels, forming a translucent lid over the top. If Kuree wanted her to carry her buckets the whole time, well, she’d treat her to a pair of bludgeons. "Well that was fun guys. I'll see you two around. Burai-san we can still train later. I'm going to wait for an instructor that will teach me to be a shinobi instead of a bull that charges through walls. Jaa-ne." Kenshiro said, suddenly walking away. Kenshiro had been putting on its formal robes, which Shiori had taken as a show of confidence. But as it happened, it had never planned to fight at all! It was just going to abandon them! Losing was one thing, but to be disregarded like that… If anyone was going to delegitimize sensei’s stupid test, it was going to be Shiori. Kenshiro leaving made the rest of them look like idiots. And they already looked like idiots! Shiori wouldn’t have it. Whatever their jounin was trying to inspire, she didn’t care. She hadn’t shown off her body to the whole village and shouldered buckets across half of it just to be shown up now. Kenshiro needed to learn who the real leader of their team was, and Shiori was ready to demonstrate. She pulled a thick glob of webbing from her mouth and hurled it at Kenshiro, forming a silvery rope in the air between the two as it struck him in the back. “Oh no you don’t.” She said matter-of-factly, and yanked the web back towards her, pulling the surprised Hyuuga onto his butt. “You’re my teammate, whether you like it or not. I don’t want to be here any more than you do, but we’re in this together.” She continued, pulling the rope and her captive teammate back towards her. She didn’t bother to acknowledge Burai, who in her mind had been hovering around uselessly like an irritating gnat - watching, commenting, and doing nothing at all useful. She’d already learned how to tune out people of little significance, and Kenshiro was the one making all the major moves. But it wasn’t moving much now. Once the webbed genin was near enough, Shiori looked back to Kuree, her expression chipper and ready to learn. “Now, tell us the rest of this stupid test, sensei.” She said sweetly, her smile just as bright as when she said she’d wanted to help the village to become it’s best.

In Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Natsuo Aburame"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"
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“There are no laws against pocket money in Konoha.” Natsuo replied brightly. “And I can't say I have a preference for one or another. What is the game of choice in Kumo?”

Natsuo was not perturbed by his teammates reticence to join in. This situation could very well turn explosive, after all, and one might like to get a jump on that from a distance if they could. Being in the center was dangerous, but rich - if he played his cards right, so to speak, these strange nin would give them everything he wanted to know.

All it would cost him was a couple of ryo.

Natsuo Aburame	"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"
^{_______________________________________________}	“There are no laws against pocket money in Konoha.” Natsuo replied brightly. “And I can't say I have a preference for one or another. What is the game of choice in Kumo?” Natsuo was not perturbed by his teammates reticence to join in. This situation could very well turn explosive, after all, and one might like to get a jump on that from a distance if they could. Being in the center was dangerous, but rich - if he played his cards right, so to speak, these strange nin would give them everything he wanted to know. All it would cost him was a couple of ryo.

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