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Current "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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I still have Lance submitted earlier in the thread, waiting to be gone over.

However, I'm going to overhaul him, should be done later today.
The guy is pretty mature, he's seen some shit that I didn't really go over in his CS, he was trained pretty harshly. He's still plenty of playful, though.

Also, yes, that chapter made me really happy.
It hit me that Marco is a fair bit older than his teammates. Figured he'd better act the part. I'm going for some goofball duality here with Marco, that he acts all cocky and shit to deflect his real feelings. Do some flashbacks and other fun shit later, me thinks.
Marco nodded lightly ”Uh, taming the tiger, yeah, totally did that..” Marco chuckled out. He listened to his teacher tearing into his teammates, for someone who's a trained swordsman and Samurai, Kato sure was.. Energetic, even a bit random, Marco thought to himself. But I guess all geniuses are a little bit eccentric.. He thought to himself, letting his guard down a little, just as a clone appeared up behind him, the finger strike hitting him in his lower back, making him fall forward, ”The hell?!” He shouted, rolling in the snow back onto his feet, only to see their sensei having turned into a girl.

Marco's posture instantly changed, and he smile. He knew exactly what was going on, but he figured he might as well continue with his regular mischief. “Whoa, when did this beauty show up?” He asked, his face curling into a smile, however, the amusement soon ran thin.

”Sensei did say that if we could handle this, we would go on a S-ranked mission, right? I mean, I'm not one to pass up a challenge. You're all probably pretty good at this whole ninja business and all, but we're not S-ranked. Heck, Kato-sama ain't either.” Marco stated, gently rubbing his neck. Before he turned around, his back against his transformed sensei.

And if he wants to send us back to the academy, then let him. We won't have to study all over again, he'll get a slap on the wrist and lose favor with the Yukikage and we will get a new sensei. I didn't come here to be toyed with. If that's what I was into, I would've hung out with the tiger some more. I came here to become stronger, and so did the two of you.” Marco told the other two genin, looking at the jounin once more. “So give me a real reason to fight you, I don't respond to false promises and empty threats. If you two want to be treated like morons, that's your choice. Wake me if we're gonna start training for real.” Marco remarked to his teammates, as he walked a few meters off and sat down, then laying down on his back in the snow, the sun barely breaking through the clouds now that the snow storm had settled, the sunlight was faint, but still enough to give the genin both light and warmth on his face as he laid there, in protest.

He let out a yawn as he looked up at the sky, relaxing.


There we are.
Masaki, you hope you don't mind me having Marco fight the tiger a bit. Guy would've shat himself if he hadn't decided to fight the thing, haha.

The post took longer than it should've because of technical difficulties, incredibly sorry.
Marco

The snow was falling outside Marco's window, he was hoping the sun would breakthrough, but he had since long abandoned the hope of sunny weather. Marco was still awake as he heard voices, one particular voice. “Marco, come on, wake up!” The woman yelped, gently poking the red haired shinobi, whom scuffed, as he slowly opened his eyes, the eyepatch covering the right eye. “It's my dad, if he finds you here he's going to kill you. Run!” She urged, as Marco quickly realized what was going on. “Oh crap.” He let out, rather relaxed as the girl was picking his clothes off of the floor, throwing his shirt and jacket onto the red haired boy, whom got dressed, without stressing. That is, until he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Honey, I got newly baked bread and fresh Orange juice for you, princess.” The senior shinobi said as he was about to open the door into the girl's bedroom. Marco was putting his leather boots onto his feet when the door swung open, his jacket still on the bed. “Crapbaskets..” He let out as he grabbed the jacket, her father cursing and coming towards him. He turned around and grabbed his hand around his sword sheath with the blade in it, turning around towards the girl and winking at her. “See you later, my love.i” Turning towards the jounin. “Smell ya later.” He then leaned backwards and rolled out of the window. Four stories below him, there was a pile of snow which he gracefully landed in, and rolled out of, quickly dodging into the passing crowd and blending in, so that the jounin chasing him would have to give up the chase.

Marco stopped to ask for the time of a local shopkeeper, where he also bought some fruit for breakfast. The Yukigakure world famous Snowberries, as big as apples, looking like strawberries. They were incredibly tasty, their taste much sweeter than the horrible weather, Marco thought.

He would head towards the exercise field to grab some exercise, walking into seclusion, he heard something behind him. Soon he heard quiet taps behind him, like someone, or something, was coming towards him. He began turning around, his hand on Eva's handle. When he came about half towards turning around, he was knocked back a few feet by the weight of the three girls whom had all thrown themselves at him.

“Whoa there Zu, Zi, Zo!” He yelped, all three of them hugging him, before quickly stepping backwards “W-We're sorry, Marco-Sama. We were just so happy to see you, we haven't seen you since yesterday!” The oldest one, Zu, one year older than Marco, said. Marco was one for telling people's intentions, but these three, he never could quite figure out.

“You made me think there was someone else coming behind me, I'm heading to train in the fields.” Marco told the three, as he turned heel and began walking towards the field, when suddenly he heard some rustling in the brushes. “Girls. One surpirse a day is plenty.” Marco said, waving the girls off. “Uh, Marco-Sama, that wasn't us”. And before Marco could react the growling of the tiger was heard as the tiger lunged at Marco, knocking the genin to the ground, where he skidded for a few seconds, before crawling back to his feet.

“Didn't know the circus was in town!” He shouted, drawing his sword and taking his battle stance, blade forward, left hand holding his side.
“Come here pussycat!” The tiger growled as it charged at Marco again, whom quickly tapped to the side, dodging the tiger's charge, the girls cheering hyperventilating something about how cool Marco was for fighting a tiger.
The tiger lunged at Marco, faster than before, much faster in fact. Marco could only take one step to the side, leading to the paw hitting him in the side, sending him sliding onto the snow with a big bruise. Marco began climbing towards his feet, his hand on the blade when the tiger charged again. Marco tried to protect himself with the blade, to deflect the animal's jaws, but much to his surprise, the tiger didn't try and bite him, instead, he tackled him, tackled him onto his back, where Marco held on for deer life, holding onto the tiger's fur to keep himself on the animal's back, holding his sword up into the air, leading to a very magestic mental image for the girls. All of which shouted “Marco is riding a freacking tiger!”. But that was all Marco heard before the tiger set off with him on his back, he himself hanging on as tightly as he could.

They arrived on the field Kato had ordered to take Marco to, the tiger stopping without any warning, sending Marco flying through the air out of the bushes, Marco slid on the ground for a moment before he quickly scrambled to his feet, standing right in front of his teammates and sensei, looking towards the bushes, he quickly got into his battle pose. “I'll make a carpet out of you, ya big kitty!” He shouted towards the tiger, that now walked out of the bushes aloof, heading towards Kato.

It wasn't until now that he realized what was going on. This was his teammates, and the guy in front of him was Byakuyo Kato, most likely the best swordsman in the entire village, Marco didn't care much for politics or nobility, but a good swordsman was always on his radar. The tiger obviously belonged to him, given how it walked towards the jounin very calmly.

“Uh. Good morning.” Marco said, chuckling, putting his blade back into it's sheath. “Nice cat you have there, Byakuyo-Sensei.”
Can't ignore his iron pike, no.
Of course. You don't get a harem of teenage girls any other way.

He's the Narutoverse Gary Oak.
Partisan: You lack the creative mind, my child.

Quatro: Marco Kazeno, red haired, millionaire, playboy, philanthropist.
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