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If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

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Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”




Yamato opened one of his eyes to look at the area Haruka was in. He kept looking at the boy while he spoke, only one eye opened while doing so. As the boy finished his little speech Yamato closed his eyes again and sighed. “Shut up.” The way he said it sounded less aggressive and angry than usual, this time, more bored and relaxed than usual. Something had changed Yamato's mood, or atleast that's how it would appear. That's when Takeshi entered and summoned an entire table of food. Was Yamato truly surrounded by idiots all days of his life? He didn't even bother looking at the guy, simply sighing as Takeshi spoke. “I didn't say anything about your eating preferences.” he opened, before continueing in a style more befitting of Yamato. “And I had breakfeast, so keep the food with you, you imbecile.” Yamato had opened his eyes briefly to stare Takeshi down, to make it clear he wasn't interested in having a conversation with this moronic guy. After having said his thing, he closed his eyes again and enjoyed his little moment. It wasn't often that Yamato had time to close his eyes - especially after last night.

It seemed to last only seconds. Yamato was interupted again when a flock of geese flew over, quacking loudly. Normally he'd have kept his eyes closed but for some reason he was annoyed by the geese and opened his eyes again. “Can't even relax here without some idiots interrupting me..” he said whilst getting back up on his feet, looking at Takeshi and Haruka. After that he looked into the sky, following the geese with his gaze. “Or animals bothering me.” His expression changed again. The calm and relaxed look dissapeared and he started frowning again, looking angry as always. Before he could look away, however, he noticed something flying in the air, something that wasn't exactly a goose. “What's.. what's that girl doing there.” he asked himself. Was that Paneru? Before Yamato could discover who it was exactly he noticed that a goose rammed into the girl and caused him to fall.

Then Yamato did something nobody else would've expected from him. Many saw him to be arrogant and aggressive, which is true, and others also saw him as egoistic. Although this can be said based off of his way of speech and aggressive demeanor, Yamato still felt like a Konohagakure shinobi and had pride not only for his family, but also for the village. As such he knew it was his duty to help those within the walls. For this reason he did what nobody would expect from him. Reacting quickly, way before even Takeshi or Haruka would've noticed the girl falling, Yamato had already dissapeared by jumping into a tree. From there he augmented chakra in his feet and within a second he launched himself into the air with a surprising speed. His arms opened, he would crash into Paneru slightly hard, but very controlled. As Paneru would no doubt still be recovering from the surprise rescue, Yamato would only utter a single word. “Idiot.”

Yamato looked down and noticed the ground coming in rapidly, so he started bracing for landing by augmenting more chakra in his feet to expel at the last second, which would cushion the fall a bit. It wouldn't be merely enough to make the landing soft, but then again, from that height even a jonin wouldn't land softly. As he landed a cloud of dust came up around them, a small indenture in the ground appearing where they'd landed, right at the center of the hangout. As the dust settled Yamato stood straight up again and set Paneru down, looking him in the eyes. “Two.” A weird thing to say, but to Yamato it was very clear. A count of how many times he had 'helped' Paneru. Whether the first time was actual help instead of blowing off steam was up for debate. Yamato turned around, sighed as if nothing had happened, and walked to the edge of the pavement, looking into the park that was around the hangout. Downtown was an ugly place. Casually he stuck his hand in his pockets. What a boring day..
BAAAAKA!


Ayame Choko, “the Sewstress”


Ayame looked at her brother, Fujitora, with a serious glance in her eyes. That question he asked.. it was the question she didn't want to answer. “I'm not sure about Yamato. He's the only one missing, and this is supposed to be his house. If anyone were to be here, it'd be him. It's.. strange. I can't say I don't suspect he's involved.” She shook her head and looked at the group as they dispersed. She wanted to trail them, make sure they were safe. But they were chunin now, not babies. They should handle themselves. You can't save everyone, Ayame. That is also the ninja way. Why did sensei keep showing up in her memories, in her mind? She couldn't help but feel uneasy in this murder scene, it was so.. vile, so violent. Underneath her long sleeves she gripped onto her senbon, keeping them at the ready just in case. Something was off.




“Rumiko was supposed to be here already..” Bobusho said, as he put his hands on his hip. Fucking women. Almost as if she was laying in wait, a lady appeared on the top of Yamato's roof. She wore a kimono, but had loosened it and pulled it down, so that it was only attached at the belt they used - it was more like a sash at this moment. Her arms were freed up this way and she exposed her body in doing so. She looked fit, muscular and strong without losing her femininity. Under the kimono it was apparent she was wearing a tanktop. “Complaining again.. Bobusho..” she said, gripping a bloodied tanto in her hand. Bobusho remained in composure, assuring himself that he wasn't scared. The other two Jashinists cowered back a bit, obviously frightened by this woman.

Rumiko put away her tanto and turned around, looking at the moon. “Let's go.. don't want to keep lord Jashin waiting.” There was no answer, only the sound of clothes ruffling as the band of people dispersed and jumped onto the rooftop as well before continueing with Rumiko. Across the rooftops, with remarkable agility. It seemed like they didn't care if they'd get spotted. However, a quick eye would be able to discern the man with the antenna on his head forming seals. After two more seals he and the rest of his friends 'disapeared'. An invisibility jutsu. Maybe the teammembers hated eachother, you couldn't say they were a complete team.

The three men looked invaluable - they were proper shinobi, and looked strong. But the only one in the group that looked imposing was the woman. Her deep and mysterious voice, her uncaring appearance.. The way she handled her bloodied tanto was also discerning for who ever would watch them. Rumiko had dark purple hair, cut short in a bobcut. On her upper left arm she wore a shinobi band of the village hidden in the leaves, Konohagakure itself. But instead of wearing it proudly she had used a sharp tool to cross out the Konoha symbol. Rogue shinobi.. from Konoha, in Konoha itself? Daiki and Aoi, being the only ones close enough to hear this exchange of words and to see what these people looked like, would now have to make a decision. Did they tell everyone else about this, even if that'd mean that everyone would know Yamato and his father were somehow involved in this, and that Yamato's dad was a Yakuza boss?

The next day at 12:43, Aoi had decided to call everyone for a 'class meeting'. It wasn't so much a class meeting as much as it was a meeting for those who were involved in the accident last night. That meant basically all her close friends were invited, and yes, even Yamato. In Downtown there was a small area which had been used for hangouts a lot, which is where they decided to meet - away from prying eyes, such as Ayame's and Fujitora's. It was easy to discern why she wanted to meet up. They had to conduct their own investigation, since their friends had died. And it was obvious that they had to get involved even if Ayame said they couldn't. It was for the remembrance of their friends.




Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”




Yamato had been sitting at the hangout spot for about 30 minutes already. Not so much to be early, quite frankly he couldn't care less about this dumb meeting. More so he had to think about what had happened last night. He hadn't seen the scene of murder personally, but there was a lot of talk going around inside the village. Yamato had gone to do some grocery shopping earlier when he had heard about the murders. And that had to mean something with those men he had seen before that. “Where's Aoi.. idiot... calling me here and saying to meet in 15 minutse. She's late 40 minutes already..” Ofcourse, Aoi had let out that everyone else was going to be here. Likely she had known that Yamato wouldn't of shown up if he knew everyone else was going to be here. He closed his eyes and relaxed, as he leaned against the wall with 1 leg pulled up and the other extended fully, putting his hands behind his head to get fully comfortable. Aoi might be even later, but that didn't mean Yamato would let that bother him. “Aoi.. idiot.”
Twin.. gattling.. vortex? AFAIK your sheet already lists 1 A rank. That's what I based it on.
Can you guys please review my Jutsu?



It looks good but it's A rank so you can't use it right now since you already have an A rank.
Right, so I'm gonna ask people to get a post off ASAP so we can kind of continue.
Hmhm. Guess Orwen could sell slaves to these secret mages to be used as experiments. Hehe.
Just like me.

*pinkie to lip* muehehehe


Ayame Choko, “the Sewstress”

A moonlit night


Several high pitched, long screams had alarmed Ayame during her moonlit nightwalk. She had been up all night so far, worried about Sentou and her being at the party. She was aware of.. the amount of boys at that party, and Sentou's somewhat annoying habit to strip down randomly. And what if there was alcohol? Maybe the screams came from a drunk girl. But as Ayame knew, a party wasn't a party unless there was screaming, so she hadn't thought much of the screaming. Perhaps there was just some funny guy throwing water on a girl.. matter of factly, that was probably Jaakuna. She smiled as she thought of the class of Sentou. She had met many of them during their genin years, recounting to herself the countless amounts of laughs she had had at each of them. Aoi the clown.. Jaakuna the sundance kid. Even kids like Takeshi who had a few tricks up their sleeves had managed to make Ayame smile. And that boy Shin, too. They were individuals with a unique personality, each and every one of them, these chunin. She didn't believe that the next generation always surpassed the old generation, but this was the case that made her doubt her beliefs.

She was broken from her peaceful thoughts when a young girl, not from Sentou's class but from the same year, ran up to her and yelled at her. Her eyes widened and shook a bit as she heard what had happened at the lake. “W-what?” Before waiting for an answer from the girl she jumped off, into a tree, and headed for the lake. An attack.. if only Sentou was alright. As she jumpe down from a branch, her cloak and long sleeves rising somewhat due to the wind, she noticed that other jonin had also arrived at the same time. Being the current highest ranking shinobi in the vicinity, she started barking orders at those around her. The first thing she noticed as she arrived was Shin who was attempting to rescue the girl with his crystal, which had several swords and sharp objects sticking out of it. “Shin! Drop the girl!” Her voice was hard and direct, not what Ayame was like in casual situations. Much like her brother, she changed 100% during missions or on-duty situations. It may seem counter productive to not help her. But in reality Ayame had to make a split second judgement, and the choice she made was a hard one to make.

Don't waste resources on someone you can't save. The words of her own sensei milled around in her head. It seemed that the old man was right, in the end. Taking the girl away to a hospital, knowing she would die, would mean.. the evidence, and the potential clues to who had done this.. they'd all go missing. Instead, it was a better choice to leave her here and to ease her suffering as best as the medical nin could while having a Uchiha specialized in these kind of cases do his work. “She will die. You're only making her suffer more, Shin. You know this.” Meanwhile medical nin dropped in, although they were not the hospital medical shinobi, but combat medics. They'd get on the girl to attempt to heal her, knowing it was practically futile, as soon as Jaakuna would free the girl.

Knowing that the girl was now going to be handled by the others she looked at a jonin and told him his orders. “Fetch Fujitora, the jonin commander. I feel like this is more serious than a spat between chunin, or even a rogue nin. This is too gruesome for that.” The jonin nodded and dissapeared in an instant. Meanwhile Ayame would look at the group of chunin that had gathered. “It's probably best if you go home - looking at the damage that was done to this poor girl.. you'd just get in our way if there was a fight.” She'd look at everyone individually with a serious look in her eyes - one that said 'listen to me, I'm not joking'. This was a serious threat, one that could rip apart any of these chunin from the look of things. “Go straight home and don't talk to anyone about what you saw. If there is any information you need to tell us, such as suspicious people or fights that happened that are of influence on the investigation, talk to either me or Fujitora. Please, go home.”

Ayame wasn't dumb however. She was a chunin at one point to, eager to prove yourself to the jonin and to earn that promotion. There was a big fat chance that they'd not go home. Feeling helpless and unsure of what to do, she looked at Sentou. Don't do anything stupid. Looking around the group once more, she raised her voice one last time. “By the way, where is Yamato? Isn't this his house?” She'd raise her shoulders after that, making it seem like she didn't care much. For one she knew Yamato could save himself - he might have some personality issues, but he was strong on his own. There were many like him in history and they usually ended up straightening themselves out. So why did she ask where he was? Well, if his home is nearby, perhaps the group would go take refuge there for the time being. Such was her reasoning. Besides it'd be easier to aid them if there was a remnant rogue nin in the area if they were all still together. Ayame glanced at a jonin. “Where's Fujitora, I asked for him 5 minutes ago!”



Meanwhile, at Yamato's house..





“Baaaakaa...” a man said with a deep and heavy voice, his face covered with a half-mask, which covered his mouth and nose, leaving only his eyes exposed. He looked mean, deadly and had a set of two large curved swords on his back. He was looking at a man who had an antenna coming from his head, who was forming the tiger seal. “Shut up, Urobaru.. I'm listening to their radio communications. Seems they found the bodies.” Both of them didn't look to happy, facing towards the last final member of the trio. An imposing man, though not as big and muscled as the first man nor as slender and tiny as the antenna man. He had an eye patch on, with a summoning mark placed over that eye patch. It didn't seem like he'd be able to summon eyes into his eyesocket, but it looked dangerous.

“Shut up you two.. Yotsu, are they going to search for us?” The man said to his colleagues Urobaru and Yotsu. Yotsu shook his head, indicating that the investigators would probably only deal with the investigation right now. In return the supposed leader of the trio looked at Yamato's house. “How annoying. Why did Jashin's reincarnation order us to do this anyway.” Urobaru raised his shoulders and looked at Yamato's house as well, while Yotsu opened his mouth again. “I heard radio chatter while I was spying on lord Jashin's reincarnate. Something about orders from a Yakuza boss called Reijo Minamoru to kill people. I don't know much but I guess the Yakuza boss Minamoru man paid lord Jashin's reincarnate in either money or blood. After all, we need blood for the upcoming ritual, master Bubusho.”

Bubusho, the leader, crossed his arms and looked around the house. “Well, next time they need to relay our orders better. I think we killed the right people and harvested their blood, but I don't know. Didn't Rumiko say to meet her here? What's taking her so long.” The other two raised their shoulders again. They didn't seem too bright.
We'd need to scavenge right?
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