To be honest, have not worked too much on the shields. You can look at what’s there and let me know what you think. I don’t remember what Naofumi’s levels were when he started getting good shields. I will keep on working on them. I’ll also work on getting a post up.
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posted cus I figured it would not hurt the current forward motion of the story and would shorten my actual post once the games begin. I can remove though if needed.
KANA KINOSHI
Kana stood with his hands in the pockets of the grey-ish cargo pants that he wore. His T-shirt was also an non-descript grey with a tight breathable long sleeve shirt under it the color of dull brown. A leaf head band tied to his right shoulder was the only sign of his position as a ninja. His short hair that fell just past his ears was wavy and swayed in the morning wind.
He waited patiently for the signal to begin to be given. He could see Team 5 on the opposite side of the field. He did notice that the boys seemed to be enjoying the golden blooms. No doubt the source of the hill’s name. Speaking of names, he could not recall any of theirs. It was not because he did not consider them important but because his mind classified anything not medical related as non-necessary for filing in his brain archives. There was no animosity but there was also no sense of camaraderie. Indeed, there was really no feeling towards them at all. One thing was for certain that he would run into a hail of shuriken and pull them out if need be.
He sideways glanced at his own team. He would do the same for them too. Despite their rough nature, he knew that there were some deep feelings in those two. Very seldom are people so spirited as Hoseki and Mizu moved by weak feelings. Heck, Hoseki even manifested those feelings via his firsts and Mizu could literally build walls around her. If chakra was the melding mind and spirit then it would not surprise him if those two held deep reserves. Kana was not one to talk however as his feelings were very well kept inside him. They distracted him from the here and now. He always seemed to manage a smile or two but was not exceptionally good at it. Perhaps he should practice more. After all, if he was to become a medic, bedside manner was extremely important. A crooked smile started to appear on the left side of his face. To any onlooker it would seem like he was having a twitch that left his face comical looking.
Just like Mizu, Kana wondered why they needed to be here. Surely the best recipe for a successful result to the exam was rest and relaxation. However, he knew that people such as Hoseki would rather expend some energy that be stuck at home. Well, whatever the case, he needed to finish this quickly. He had promised Akimi he would take her to see the fish at the Koi pond. She really liked the way they gobbled up the pieces of bread he took with him. This time, his smile was genuine as he felt a warmth for his little sister few would think him capable of.
The smile almost immediately disappeared. Not because he was ashamed but because a new wave of fear, sadness and anger about Akimi’s condition came to the front of his mind. Few knew this was the reason he was always researching, always perfecting any jutsu that could be connected to medical capabilities. Despite his aloof attitude towards this exercise, he knew that Akimi would reprimand him for not trying hard. Again the smile appeared and it stayed there longer than usual clearly visible to anyone.
He craked his neck, a sudden sense of commitment towards the exercise visible in his countenance and his body posture. He surveyed the opposing team, as if seeing them for the first time. It would have helped if he had researched and known their abilities but he would just have to learn that on the fly. A plan started to form in his mind. He was no Nara but he was not a complete idiot….he thought…
Kana stood with his hands in the pockets of the grey-ish cargo pants that he wore. His T-shirt was also an non-descript grey with a tight breathable long sleeve shirt under it the color of dull brown. A leaf head band tied to his right shoulder was the only sign of his position as a ninja. His short hair that fell just past his ears was wavy and swayed in the morning wind.
He waited patiently for the signal to begin to be given. He could see Team 5 on the opposite side of the field. He did notice that the boys seemed to be enjoying the golden blooms. No doubt the source of the hill’s name. Speaking of names, he could not recall any of theirs. It was not because he did not consider them important but because his mind classified anything not medical related as non-necessary for filing in his brain archives. There was no animosity but there was also no sense of camaraderie. Indeed, there was really no feeling towards them at all. One thing was for certain that he would run into a hail of shuriken and pull them out if need be.
He sideways glanced at his own team. He would do the same for them too. Despite their rough nature, he knew that there were some deep feelings in those two. Very seldom are people so spirited as Hoseki and Mizu moved by weak feelings. Heck, Hoseki even manifested those feelings via his firsts and Mizu could literally build walls around her. If chakra was the melding mind and spirit then it would not surprise him if those two held deep reserves. Kana was not one to talk however as his feelings were very well kept inside him. They distracted him from the here and now. He always seemed to manage a smile or two but was not exceptionally good at it. Perhaps he should practice more. After all, if he was to become a medic, bedside manner was extremely important. A crooked smile started to appear on the left side of his face. To any onlooker it would seem like he was having a twitch that left his face comical looking.
Just like Mizu, Kana wondered why they needed to be here. Surely the best recipe for a successful result to the exam was rest and relaxation. However, he knew that people such as Hoseki would rather expend some energy that be stuck at home. Well, whatever the case, he needed to finish this quickly. He had promised Akimi he would take her to see the fish at the Koi pond. She really liked the way they gobbled up the pieces of bread he took with him. This time, his smile was genuine as he felt a warmth for his little sister few would think him capable of.
The smile almost immediately disappeared. Not because he was ashamed but because a new wave of fear, sadness and anger about Akimi’s condition came to the front of his mind. Few knew this was the reason he was always researching, always perfecting any jutsu that could be connected to medical capabilities. Despite his aloof attitude towards this exercise, he knew that Akimi would reprimand him for not trying hard. Again the smile appeared and it stayed there longer than usual clearly visible to anyone.
He craked his neck, a sudden sense of commitment towards the exercise visible in his countenance and his body posture. He surveyed the opposing team, as if seeing them for the first time. It would have helped if he had researched and known their abilities but he would just have to learn that on the fly. A plan started to form in his mind. He was no Nara but he was not a complete idiot….he thought…
I kinda just want to bring out my popcorn and sit and watch the cat fight lol. This will probably turn more into that than capture the flag. All the boys will probably end up going for some BBQ.
are we allowed to add techniques or equipment to our CS? if so, will we have to "train" on it via post or will it just get accepted through the OOC? Thanks in advance.
@Omni5876 It won’t be that way for long. The RP usually follows the pace set by the creator, so it’ll slow down once’s it’s more established.
I’m all good with activity. Just did not want someone waiting on me lol. Sometimes I am slow to post but only because I want it to have substance.
NVM on the posting order. Next thing I know there were already three posts. again, you guys are super active lol.
@Whoami got it. Be safe and be productive!
Fer smiled at the Sword Hero and nodded his head. He completely agreed with Cole that just because they had been dubbed Legendary did not mean that their skills were that just yet. No doubt the weapons and their locked abilities (for that is what the symbol in the many empty slots of his shield abilities must mean) had the capability of becoming legendary but right now with only a day’s worth of work, both the Heroes were far from that tittle. The next comment robbed Fer of his smile as and a slight blush started to rise. He opened his mind to start a stammering reply how that is not what he had meant when Marcino broke the awkward pause with his comment and a shove.
The young hero took a step or two to regain his balance and turned to Marcino thankful for the distraction. There was a quick amazement at the strength of the old gladiator. He had meant for the shove to be playful but if indeed that is all it had been, the shove had been stronger than some of the actual fights Fer had been on. “I agree with Cole that your training, unorthodox as it may be, will help us on our path towards helping this world”.
He smiled slightly at the warrior. “I don’t think you have to worry about me copying you. You have both stated and shown that I am far below your level. However, I think he principles still apply. Your knowledge of this world will also be particularly useful in how to defeat enemies. Also, if needed, I would indeed copy someone’s style. I think being liked is trumped by being victorious.” He smiled sideways at the older adventurer daring him to challenge that statement. Fer knew that to survive one would have to do what they must. He knew that in some form or fashion all victors learn and copy winning strategies.
To his surprise, a higher pitch that normal and rambling escaped from Auriel’s mouth. She seemed to have been lost in thought and suddenly engaged them. He furrowed his brows at this outburst and looked quizzically at her wondering what had made her react so. In his short time knowing the girl he had seen her calm and also drunk but neither time has she looked flustered as she did now. Something was obviously making her unsettled so Fer attempted to help by redirecting everyone’s attention.
“I don’t mind camping. I think that rest will do us good. Please lead the way Auriel” he nodded and smiled encouragingly at her. Despite having said that to change the atmosphere, the young hero did feel the touch of exhaustion. He had been enhanced by the shield but even his natural ranging ability was starting to be taxed. He looked in Cole’s and Marcino’s direction to see if they would object.
The young hero took a step or two to regain his balance and turned to Marcino thankful for the distraction. There was a quick amazement at the strength of the old gladiator. He had meant for the shove to be playful but if indeed that is all it had been, the shove had been stronger than some of the actual fights Fer had been on. “I agree with Cole that your training, unorthodox as it may be, will help us on our path towards helping this world”.
He smiled slightly at the warrior. “I don’t think you have to worry about me copying you. You have both stated and shown that I am far below your level. However, I think he principles still apply. Your knowledge of this world will also be particularly useful in how to defeat enemies. Also, if needed, I would indeed copy someone’s style. I think being liked is trumped by being victorious.” He smiled sideways at the older adventurer daring him to challenge that statement. Fer knew that to survive one would have to do what they must. He knew that in some form or fashion all victors learn and copy winning strategies.
To his surprise, a higher pitch that normal and rambling escaped from Auriel’s mouth. She seemed to have been lost in thought and suddenly engaged them. He furrowed his brows at this outburst and looked quizzically at her wondering what had made her react so. In his short time knowing the girl he had seen her calm and also drunk but neither time has she looked flustered as she did now. Something was obviously making her unsettled so Fer attempted to help by redirecting everyone’s attention.
“I don’t mind camping. I think that rest will do us good. Please lead the way Auriel” he nodded and smiled encouragingly at her. Despite having said that to change the atmosphere, the young hero did feel the touch of exhaustion. He had been enhanced by the shield but even his natural ranging ability was starting to be taxed. He looked in Cole’s and Marcino’s direction to see if they would object.
KANA KINOSHI
Kana had woken up early as usual. This was the only way to catch both of his parents awake at the same time, if only for a brief twenty minutes or so. He was not an avid cook but with his propensity to follow directions, he had no issues trying out recipes. The house still smelled of mushroom, bell pepper and grilled bread when the sleepy disheveled head of his father came into the kitchen. Being one of the best surgeons in the village meant that one way or another he was always occupied. The older Kinoshi smiled at his young son. “It smells delicious, sure made it easier to get up”. Kana set a plate in front of his dad with a warning “Careful still hot.” The warning went unheeded however as his father yelped and sucked in his breath as he haphazardly tried to chew the gooey bite of cheese, mushrooms and bell peppers. Kana gave his father an admonishing look and started setting another plate.
Almost as if on cue, his mother appeared in the doorway. He spectacled eyes red from having been on night shift. “I knew I could smell your famous grilled cheese sandwiches a mile away” Her sweet voice matched her smile. Kana gave her the respective plate and then pushed a brown bag into his father’s hand. “Now, this is for Akimi….and no sneaking bites. She tells on you faster than a shuriken flies.” Kana shook his head at his father who gave him an wounded look of innocence as he rushed out the door. Kana soon followed him hearing his mother’s “good luck” as he closed it behind him and he called out a “Thank you”.
The streets of Konoha were mostly empty in the twilight hours of the morning. The sun had not yet crested over the Hokage monument and a slight breeze swirled around the few passersby feet. Kana adjusted his glasses and took from one of the cargo jeans pockets the recent journal he was reading regarding poisons and how to counter act them. In this way he made his way through he village. His eyes hardly leaving the words on the journal as he expertly navigated his way through memorized paths and waving to usual merchants and early risers. He was not an overt person but was always ready to share a smile.
Soon the agreed upon training ground of Flower Hill came into view. The rays of the sun starting to cast shadows and whisking away any morning dew still on the grass. Kana took a deep breath as he took it all in. The majesty of the mountain, the colors of the morning painted on the sky, and the morning sounds of nature blissfully ignorant that this same field was used to hone the skills of warriors that went to battle and sometimes never returned.
As the son of medics, he knew how fragile and fleeting life was. He had seen many a shinobi fighting for their lives in the surgery tables and many medics fighting with them. His mind immediately brought to him his sister, Akimi and he grimaced a slight sideways smile. Some people who fight never even saw a battlefield.
He took another deep breath and he pushed back his melancholic thoughts. Life was indeed precious which is why shinobi like him had the sacred duty of defending the life of those they held dear. His assigned team would get here soon so he chose a tree that was near the edge of the field so he could both see and be seen by anybody approaching. Again, he took out his journal and began to read. Within seconds, he was engrossed in data and research…
It was not long before people started to arrive. Kana stood up and tucked his rolled journal into the cargo pocket and walked over to stand next to the ones who had been designated as his teammates. He did not know them well of course but he knew them from the Academy. He had known all along that to be shinobi meant to be part of a team. He sighed as he stood with his team and listened to their Jounin’s speech regarding a last hurrah before the exams the next day. He always took a back seat to the antics of the other two and merely nodded towards Hoseki as he requested his back up. What else was he to do? The brawny member of his team always seemed to rush it head long into a fight. However, this benefited Kana in that he was able to flank and maneuver with the big diversion of flying fists being provided by the fiery you man with ruby eyes.
“Yes, Hoseki, you can be assured that I will be here and support however I can.” Kana said with a weak smile.
Kana had woken up early as usual. This was the only way to catch both of his parents awake at the same time, if only for a brief twenty minutes or so. He was not an avid cook but with his propensity to follow directions, he had no issues trying out recipes. The house still smelled of mushroom, bell pepper and grilled bread when the sleepy disheveled head of his father came into the kitchen. Being one of the best surgeons in the village meant that one way or another he was always occupied. The older Kinoshi smiled at his young son. “It smells delicious, sure made it easier to get up”. Kana set a plate in front of his dad with a warning “Careful still hot.” The warning went unheeded however as his father yelped and sucked in his breath as he haphazardly tried to chew the gooey bite of cheese, mushrooms and bell peppers. Kana gave his father an admonishing look and started setting another plate.
Almost as if on cue, his mother appeared in the doorway. He spectacled eyes red from having been on night shift. “I knew I could smell your famous grilled cheese sandwiches a mile away” Her sweet voice matched her smile. Kana gave her the respective plate and then pushed a brown bag into his father’s hand. “Now, this is for Akimi….and no sneaking bites. She tells on you faster than a shuriken flies.” Kana shook his head at his father who gave him an wounded look of innocence as he rushed out the door. Kana soon followed him hearing his mother’s “good luck” as he closed it behind him and he called out a “Thank you”.
The streets of Konoha were mostly empty in the twilight hours of the morning. The sun had not yet crested over the Hokage monument and a slight breeze swirled around the few passersby feet. Kana adjusted his glasses and took from one of the cargo jeans pockets the recent journal he was reading regarding poisons and how to counter act them. In this way he made his way through he village. His eyes hardly leaving the words on the journal as he expertly navigated his way through memorized paths and waving to usual merchants and early risers. He was not an overt person but was always ready to share a smile.
Soon the agreed upon training ground of Flower Hill came into view. The rays of the sun starting to cast shadows and whisking away any morning dew still on the grass. Kana took a deep breath as he took it all in. The majesty of the mountain, the colors of the morning painted on the sky, and the morning sounds of nature blissfully ignorant that this same field was used to hone the skills of warriors that went to battle and sometimes never returned.
As the son of medics, he knew how fragile and fleeting life was. He had seen many a shinobi fighting for their lives in the surgery tables and many medics fighting with them. His mind immediately brought to him his sister, Akimi and he grimaced a slight sideways smile. Some people who fight never even saw a battlefield.
He took another deep breath and he pushed back his melancholic thoughts. Life was indeed precious which is why shinobi like him had the sacred duty of defending the life of those they held dear. His assigned team would get here soon so he chose a tree that was near the edge of the field so he could both see and be seen by anybody approaching. Again, he took out his journal and began to read. Within seconds, he was engrossed in data and research…
It was not long before people started to arrive. Kana stood up and tucked his rolled journal into the cargo pocket and walked over to stand next to the ones who had been designated as his teammates. He did not know them well of course but he knew them from the Academy. He had known all along that to be shinobi meant to be part of a team. He sighed as he stood with his team and listened to their Jounin’s speech regarding a last hurrah before the exams the next day. He always took a back seat to the antics of the other two and merely nodded towards Hoseki as he requested his back up. What else was he to do? The brawny member of his team always seemed to rush it head long into a fight. However, this benefited Kana in that he was able to flank and maneuver with the big diversion of flying fists being provided by the fiery you man with ruby eyes.
“Yes, Hoseki, you can be assured that I will be here and support however I can.” Kana said with a weak smile.
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