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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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In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
To all those in the warehouse, I'd appreciate if you didn't 1 hit kill the enemy in your very first post. Would be fun if we actually had to try and work harder for these kills. Ofcourse, Yamato's not gonna kill his enemy.
In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”



Just warming up, boys..


As Yamato approached the group of friendlies in the warehouse he noticed that Daiki had killed some as well, without as much as a scratch. Takeshi was having fun on his own it seemed and Aoi was taking her time dealing with her opponents. It seemed even Paneru was doing something. He wasn't particularily effective, taking just as long as Aoi to deal with a single guy who had a mallet. But.. it was more than Yamato expected from him. And when he started playing his music, Yamato felt somewhat stronger. Hell, Jaakuna was doing good as well, taking down a small group of his own.

His realization that Paneru might not be as useless as he thought was interrupted by a band of yelling mercenaries. They had their swords held high, coming from the left from a lane of boxes. Yamato clenched his teeth as he turned to face them, running at them head on. “RRAAAAA!” he yelled as he reached the first of them, who swung his sword down at Yamato. Sadly for him, Yamato was too fast and sent his fist to the mans face, who now had a burnt face. The impact was so hard he was sent flying back towards his comrades, who dodged him barely. The man ended up crashing into some empty boxes, splintering them in a mess of wood flying around.

By then the next man had appeared already, running at Yamato with his sword held high, just like the other. In spirit of true idiots, the men didn't seem to have had much training in fighting so they all ran at him one by one. Rather than punching him Yamato grabbed the man by the right shoulder, and sent his left fist into the mans side, punching him and scorching him heavily there, before grabbing remnants of the mans shirt on his left side. In the process the man had managed to swing his sword down into Yamato's shoulder, giving him a slightly deep cut. It didn't seem to bother Yamato much. Using the momentum the man had from running at him, Yamato turned a full circle, dragging the man around a full three hundred and sixty degrees, before tossing him into some crates. Not wasting anymore time, Yamato dashed forwards into the remaining 3 enemies. The first received a punch in the face, leaving scorch marks and heavy burns. Before the man could even attack back Yamato was already right in his face, clotheslining him while he continued on his way to number 2. When the first man had hit the ground with the back of his head, splitting it open, Yamato had already punched number 2 in the stomach.

Pulling his right fist back he swung at the man with his left fist, aiming at the chin. With that singe hit he dislocated the mans jaw, making the mans' mouth fall open. If that wasn't enough, Yamato pulled up his leg and kicked the man with such force that he, too, was sent flying back into a set of boxes. Luckily for that man the boxes were already destroyed due to the very first target landing on them. There was only one thug left, who held out his sword in a horizontal manner while running at Yamato, attempting to slash him from the side. “DIE!” Yamato yelled as he ran at the man as well, without any attempt to block the sword. The mans sword came from the left, clashing with Yamato's side and slashing it, lodging the sword inside. Yamato clenched his teeth more. The sword didn't seem to bother him as much, since he was so in mental focus on his to take down every single last human being in this building.

With a quick jab Yamato punched the man in the face, leaving scorch marks on his cheeks and having the man scream in agony as he suffered from 3rd degree burns. The screams went around the entire hall, echoing off of the walls numerous times. And since this was the last thug around, it was very clear that he was hurting a lot. Yamato grabbed the mans left arm, which was the arm he used to hold the sword. His hands still aflame, Yamato simply held onto the mans arm while he scorched the entire area around his hand. The man was quick to let go of the sword, causing Yamato to pull the mans arm up into the air. The sword was still lodged in Yamato's sides, though, a somewhat gruesome sight to behold.

His knee raised into the air and his leg extended, kicking the man away from him backwards into the main lanes of the warehouse, in front of the entire group, sliding across the ground while screaming as he held onto his arm with his still 'good' arm. Yamato followed the mans traces and walked at him, using his right arm to pull the sword out of his side. As he reached the main lane of boxes, he looked to his left to see the entire group. He didn't pause walking at the man, but instead simply threw the sword that had been lodged in his side at the ground in front of Daiki. It was somewhat aggressive, the way he did it. It was almost like it said 'still think I'm involved?' The man tried to craw away but wasn't quick enough, as Yamato approached and grabbed the mans shoulder. He turned him over so he could face his death like a man.

TPH! was the sound that came from the man as Yamato stepped on his right shoulder. Several seals were formed rapidly, much faster than a normal shinobi, as Yamato inhaled. By now the fire fists had been canceled so he could finish the man off. “Katon! Great Fire Destruction!” Exhaling, Yamato spewed out a great amount of fire straight onto the man, whose screams were loud and painful to listen to until they died down as the man drew his last breaths and died. Yamato kept up the jutsu for a few seconds more, causing a gross smell of burnt flesh. As he stopped the jutsu he pulled back his foot from the man, whose face was now a burnt mess of charred flesh. He turned left to Daiki, and everyone else and approached them. Blood seeped from his left side, soaking Yamato's t-shirt. There were more cuts than that one, however, so it didn't make much difference. By now Yamato was covered in both his own blood and that of the enemies.

“Stop yelling, idiot.” he said, looking at Daiki. “She's gone already.” He decided to ignore what other idiotic stuff Daiki had spewed, and turned to Paneru. Something about the boy had impressed him somewhat. Still, he wasn't a great fighter, and was too slow in taking down even a thug. What would happen if he'd face a shinobi of equal or greater power? Would he run? Probably. He gave Paneru a short nod, but was cut short by maniacal laughter behind him. Turned around rapidly he flicked his wrists back, lighting his hands on fire once more. The emanating heat would, once again, reach his allies, who would feel the burning sensation of the heat. In front of them stood a trio of shinobi. All of them had fire red hair and similar facial structures. Although one was short, the middle one was medium sized and the last in row was the tallest one. “This one uses fire as well, hehhhhh? Funnnnn! HAHAHAHAHA!” The middle one yelled, while the other two laughed. “How do you go up against us, though, little kids? Time to cook!” he said while the three of them formed the same five seals seals. They didn't yell out their jutsu name, though, but Yamato had seen this jutsu before during his training sessions. He quickly turned to his allies before the trio could use their jutsu. “It's Great Fire Annihilation. Get behind me.” He had a plan but that plan had to encompass helping his comrades as well. He might not like them, heck, he would rather shove Daiki into the fire at this moment due to the boys annoying habit of always yelling at people, blaming the Minamoru for all his misfortunes and trying to implicate them in stuff that they didn't have a thing to do with to begin with.

But he didn't push him in front.

As soon as his comrades got behind him, Yamato would cross his arms with the fires of the fire-trio already coming close. The Great Fire Annihilation was a tough one, and Yamato's fire fists wouldn't be able to cancel it out completely. But it was fire against fire, and that was Yamato's favorite way to fight. He grunted slightly as he took the brunt of the attack, sweat forming on his face from the heat that came from the enemy jutsu. His feet began to move back, as if he wasn't going to be able to take the jutsu any longer, but then the jutsu ended and the fire-trio laughed again, thinking that they must've killed the band of chunin. Sadly, they were dissapointed when Yamato jumped through the smoldering remains, smoke and left over fire from the jutsu, bleeding and cut open everywhere but still breathing, and still fighting. “IDIOTS!” he yelled as he crashed his fist into the middle one with full force, right in the center of his body. He'd leave the other two to his comrades. He was sure they'd have the strength to deal with them. But not this one, he's mine. This wasn't bloodlust, quite frankly, Yamato could care less if they bled, died, or lived. He just wanted to hurt them like they hurted his sister.

His punch had shoved the man back several meters, and left a nasty burn mark on the man's face. But it didn't end there. Yamato's characteristic combat style came into play now, as he was relentless and would never back away from the man unless Yamato was dead, or the man was defeated. His attack flurry went on, striking hard every time. He punched again, landing a hit against the mans arm. He seemed to be blocking Yamato's strikes, although that wasn't neccesarily smart. The catch about Yamato's attacks was that you can't block them normally. Any hit does damage. As such, the man noticed quickly the 3rd degree, painful burn on his arm where Yamato had hit. “OI! NOT HOT!” Yamato couldn't help but feel annoyed at this man. He seemed to be completely insane, or at the very least, very fucking annoying.. He threw another punch at the man and hit his arm again, burning it heavily too this time.

Yamato then threw his knee up and kicked the man back, sending his sliding over the floor on his feet, still standing up. These weren't the mercenaries who would die after a papercut, or who would run away after you say boo. These were trained shinobi, easily chunin level. And they seemed to be properly trained in teamwork.. that meant that they had to divide and conquer, something Yamato had already realized but something the others would have to understand as well.

The distance created by the kick gave Yamato time to execute his killing move. Rapid seals were made and it was clear the man was attempting to follow which seals it were, but it was virtually impossible for him given how fast Yamato did it. “NANI? Oi little BOY! WHAT JUTSU IS THAT?! EH?” the man yelled with a confused look, but a gigantic grin on his face. “Baka, shut up already.. you're more annoying than Takeshi.” Yamato said with a serious look as the fire arms came from his back. They quickly raced for the man, who seemed to think this was an attack of sorts. This prompted the fire-red haired man to jump back, expecting to have dodged it, only to be met by the same hands grabbing him by the shoulders. “Now you die.” Yamato said as the arms dragged the red haired man closer, who was struggling every inch of the way. It was futile. Yamato would finish the man off... if his comrades could keep the other two guys off his back.
In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”



Into the battlefield

The rustle of leaves uncovered that atleast someone was coming, but it wasn't the company he'd hoped for. Yamato looked besides him to see Takeshi, that idiot, with a case of cola. “I don't care. Shut up.” he said as Takeshi pointed out that he had, indeed, brought a case of cola. Another rustle of leaves uncovered someones position, but nobody appeared around Yamato. He looked towards the forest in the hopes of uncovering who it had been, but there was nobody to be seen there either. “If that's you, Daiki... come out of the leaves and stop being such a coward..” he mumbled to himself, fully well knowing that even if it was Daiki, he wouldn't be able to hear.

After a few more minutes Aoi and Paneru appeared as well. He'd expected Aoi, but not Paneru, especially not after Yamato's verbal offensive against the girl. He wanted to say that they had no need of a healer, and that Paneru should've just stayed away, but he didn't bother. It would only cause more problems, and right now Yamato just wanted to kill the people inside. Besides, Paneru was still his comrade, even if Yamato didn't want Paneru to be. “Okay, I'm sure others will arrive later, but I can't risk these idiots getting away from the location before we can do anything. So just follow me and stay the fuck out of my way.” he said, looking at each of them individually and somewhat longer at Paneru. His assault on the little girl had an averse effect - Yamato had silently hoped to spurt Paneru into self consciousness, to realize that he was a shit shinobi. And through that realization he had hoped Paneru would work harder to be a better shinobi. Instead, he had noticed, the girl started crying like a little bitch. He had refrained from remarking about it since nobody else seemed to have noticed, and Aoi was quick to react, but Yamato had definetely noticed. Another set of facts that proved that Paneru just wasn't fit to be a shinobi.

“If you get lost, just follow the trail of bodies I'm gonna be leaving.” he mumbled afterwards, not particularily loud, but loud enough for those close to him to hear. He formed some rapid seals, way quicker than your average shinobi could, or would, and flicked his wrists back. His fists were set ablaze, much hotter than they normally were in average combat situations. Yamato's anger and other emotions seemed to be fueling his jutsu somewhat. The air around the group would slowly warm up as Yamato's technique made the air that much hotter that some of them might even feel uncomfortable with the heat. Without any warning, Yamato jumped forward and cocked his fist back, before ramming it against the large and heavy double metal doors. The door busted open and came off the hinges, flying into the warehouse causing multiple crates set up there to be hit, fall over or simply shatter. Talk about a cinematic entry. Amidst the settling dust and splintes of wood that came from the boxes, Yamato walked in and looked around the warehouse. Just like expected, it was empty.

“Don't be discouraged. I know the way around this warehouse, there's a secret manhole that leads down to a laboratory.” he said as he looked over his shoulder to the others in his little group, but his face said that he himself was somewhat weirded out by the fact that there was nobody here. He'd hoped that the enemy group hadn't found the manhole, because there was a lot of bad stuff down there - Senju DNA samples, attempts at learning how to clone human beings, and also attempts at learning how to dismantle a kekkei genkai and reproduce it. If any of the people in the group were smart enough to realize that Yamato couldn't know all this, stuff like where the enemy was hiding, or the layout of the warehouse.. or maybe they'd be able to discern that the sign atop the warehouse was supposed to read 'Minamoru and Sons. corp. storage and delivery services.' That'd be seriously implicating for him and his family. And that's what ticked him off about Daiki. Maybe he was wrong about the murders, and his father ordering this.. but Daiki had figured out, or atleast heard about his family being Yakuza. How..? Yamato had just hoped that his classmates wouldn't believe Daiki if he managed to prove him wrong about the murders. Maybe that way he could discredit Daiki's information enough for them to doubt all of it.

In the center of the warehouse, next to a box, was the manhole. It was hidden in clear sight - it was supposed to look like a drainage pit, but it was clear to any shinobi that the handles on the side of the pit were used to lift the grates so you could descend down into the lab. Yamato approached it but was stopped in the middle of his walk there, by a feminine voice coming from a corner. In that corner was a small building inside the warehouse, a sort of 'checking' house where the manager would've worked if the building was operationable. Atop the small building stood a woman with dark purple hair in a bobcut. She wore her kimono, but only halfway, having dragged it from her shoulders and letting it hang like a sash. Underneath her kimono she wore shinobi green shorts, fishnet stockings and a black tanktop. Aoi and Daiki would easily discern her as 'Rumiko' or the lady who had been at Yamato's house during the attack.

“Yaaamaatoo.. son of Reijo himself.. thank you for making our job easier. We failed the first time. We won't fail again.. your sister is a sweetheart you know? She didn't even struggle...” She smiled at Yamato, who could only grit his teeth in anger in return. What did she mean.. did they take Rei? He hadn't seen this woman before, but felt somehow as if she was related to the men that were at his house the night of the murder. For Yamato, all sense of tactics went out the window the moment he saw her. He looked at the group of chunin behind him, eyes shaky with anger, before he looked back at Rumiko. Before they knew it the warehouse had been filled with armed men and women - carrying swords and other weaponry. Yamato grinned at Rumiko while he augmented wind chakra in his arms, kickstarting the Fists of the Firetiger technique. The flames on his fist welled up and it almost looked like the room was filled with heat. The contrast between the warehouses' lighting and Yamato's fists was so big that the entire room would also appear darker to the human eye, as if his fire was eating the lighting to fuel itself.

The enemies in the room appeared to be mostly goons, not looking that impressive and also being easy targets, even for someone like Paneru. When Yamato looked to see where Rumiko had gone she had vanished. No doubt these goons were just the guards of whatever was down in that manhole. Yamato didn't even bother to check his group of chunin classmates, instead hurling himself straight into the fight. “RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” He dashed forwards into a group of swordsmen, punching, kicking left and right, using nintaijutsu as if he came out of the womb performing these jutsu. In the flash of an instant, merely 2 seconds, there were already 5 dead and 6 heavily wounded swordsmen. From the mist of blood and shattered boxes Yamato came back out again, having dealt with an entire group in an instant, walking towards his classmates. Yamato, with his careless and reckless nature, had slashes and cuts all over his body, his shirt being cut open in atleast 4 places, his face covered in atleast 6 superficial cuts and even having a small stab wound in his abdomen area. He hadn't bothered with dodging the attacks, taking them in order to get more chances at taking them down. It seemed to have paid off.

But that's not the only men that were there, there must've been over 40 swordsmen in the building. They weren't shinobi so they were no match, but even a lucky swordstrike could kill a shinobi. The other chunins would have to flee or defend themselves.. and if they fled, they knew that Yamato would finish up at the warehouse and then come after them for betraying him. Yamato expected them to follow his example and start killing these thugs.
In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”



Yamato glanced at Aoi as she arrived with a box full of pictures, before explaining what they were. “That would be like sticking another dagger in their heart. But it's something that must be done.” It was, truly, like another dagger - the same difficult job that a medical nin had when he noticed a disease in someone that would, ultimately, be fatal, or a jonin who had to tell a parent their child died in combat doing their duty as shinobi. It's a tough job, and it hurts a lot for those who receive news or memento's. But it had to be done regardless. “I can deliver the pictures.” he offered, knowing that others might feel too attached to the victims to be able to do it without shedding any tears. It was the least he could do for the victims and their families, not knowing any of them. Well, apart from his little tussle with Shogo.

When he had turned back around he had noticed Naomi closing in and standing next to him, asking him some question that he could only vaguely answer. “To interrogate and guilt trip us.” He tried to force out a smile to Naomi, wanting to comfort her with the idea that he had as little an idea why they were really here as her. But the smile came out more like he looked serious and deep in thought - which he was. He was about to walk away to leave this place. Nothing interesting was happening anyway, and Aoi would likely want to bring the pictures away herself. Besides, he had other matters to attend to since last night. He pulled his hands from his pockets and set a step forward when Daiki started speaking.

Yamato stopped dead in his tracks, as if frozen, his hand still sticking forward in a walking motion as Daiki implicated him and his family. Slowly he steadied himself, his hands falling down straight next to him. Feet turned, eyebrows furrowed. Yamato faced towards Daiki and balled his hands into fists, Yamato becoming visibly angry and agitated. His eyes were pointed directly at Daiki's, looking him in the eye directly and meeting Daiki's gaze with his own as if their visions were two clashing armies. But he kept quiet, his hands now shaking with anger as he balled them up. There was no answer to Daiki's question, which could be seen as either suspicious, or an act of heavy aggression.

Jaakuna interjected with his own opinion, and drew the conclusion that Yamato must have a shit father. Something that Yamato disagreed with. To him, his father was a good man, one that demanded respect, a man that could rise above any of these people their fathers. There was still no answer from Yamato, who was still growing increasingly more angry, still comitting visual war with Daiki, looking at him with an anger of all the previous generations, as much as Daiki was looking at Yamato with the same amount of anger. This wasn't just about the murders last night, and anyone could feel it.

Yamato only shifted his gaze to Paneru when she had finished speaking. His eyes spoke books, notifying everyone that Yamato was above angry, he was furious and his honor had been attacked. He'd have to defend himself, verbally or physically. And knowing Yamato, you'd know that verbality wasn't his strong suit. “Shut up, Paneru.. I would sooner kill you and all these miserable people than let some would-be shinobi read my mind. How about we read your mind, Paneru? How many failed missions would we get to see? How many dead comrades of yours? How many times would you see others jumping in the breach to save you, risking their lives because you're weak? I should kill you, but there's nothing to gain in that. Tigers don't mingle with rats like you.” If anything, his words weren't meant to disprove the theory that Yamato had killed the chunin, they were meant to hurt, to stab and kill like a kunai. He just wanted to harm the feelings of this little girl so she would shut up, and realize that she wasn't a true shinobi.

When Sentou had appeared, and thrown some phones around, Yamato didn't bother catching the one meant for him - if he even got one thrown at him, considering he was the 'outcast' or 'suspect' in this situation - instead he let it fall, cracking on the concrete flooring. He didn't bat an eye at it, still looking at Paneru while trying his hardest to contain his anger. Slowly his gaze changed from Paneru to Sentou, and it didn't take a samurai or a Hyuga to notice the killing intent. However, instead of the normal killing intent, which was focussed on one person specifically, this time it was much stronger, a killing intent in general, that went out to everybody in the room. “I don't need you, or your phones.” He looked down at the phone and saw it's screen was cracked. He raised his foot and stepped on it, hard. If it wasn't broken before, it was definetely broken now. “You are all worthless shinobi's. Your fate has already been decided.” It was possible some might remember what Yamato had said earlier to Daiki, after the fight.

Watashi wa Kami. I am god. I decide your fate. Every second Yamato stood there, the killing intent that shone out from him grew and grew. It was remarkable that the boy, who was usually quick to agitate and who was always aggressive, was containing himself for so long. But it seemed that whatever was holding him back, had it's limit too. He stepped forward, his hand slowly heating up and catching fire as he did. It seemed that this time, he didn't even have to form seals to activate his Fists of the Tiger technique, seemingly his emotions being enough to do so. Another step towards Daiki. He'd keep stepping closer slowly, both his fists heating up and emanating heat that could be felt by all those inside. “Fucking Naito-dog.. what makes you think you can speak about me? What gives you the right? Nothing does. Where were you when these people were killed? Were you there to defend them? Huh?” His verbal jabs weren't anything special so far, only returning several accusations to Daiki without disproving them at all.

“No, you were at a fucking party, getting drunk, hiding in a fucking bush. What about my family, huh, baka? Should I let them die? When I got home and found my sister Rei and her friend, cowering in a corner because there were strange shinobi in our backyard? Were you there to help me get them out of there? Ah? No, you weren't, you were sitting in a corner, crying because of some kid's death. You're a chunin, baka. This isn't a game anymore, this isn't a genin world where you can save a cat from a tree and get a wage for doing children shit like that, idiot. People die every day, that's the life of a shinobi, it's the life you chose yourself, so don't try and blame me for your petty little emotions.” He was very close to Daiki now, being able to touch, and attack him if he wanted. But instead he looked around the entire group, spinning in a circle slowly to look every one of them in the eye, his angry face saying all that needed to be said. But he wasn't about to let his face speak for him, continueing his little speech. “That goes for all of you.”

He looked at Jaakuna specifically long and walked up to him, shoving him back with both of his hands with remarkable power, way stronger than he usually was, probably sending Jaakuna back a few meters into a wall if he didn't brace himself. “NEVER! speak about my father you inbred piece of shit.” Without wasting anymore time on Jaakuna, who hadn't acted overly hostile to Yamato unlike Daiki but had still received Yamato's anger, he moved on to Shin, turning to him and pointing at him with his flaming hands. “And I'm not gonna tell you shit. What my family does is my bussiness, not yours. How about you tell me about your family, you sack of shit? Tell me about all the dark and deep secrets the Maru clan has, with pieces of shit like your father leading them?”

Yamato was about to walk closer to Shin, most likely to shove or punch him too, when he felt a buzzing phone in his pocket. He looked Shin in the eyes several seconds more before his fists stopped flaming. He walked to the exit but didn't leave, turning back to face the group as a whole before picking up the phone. There were only a couple of people that could, or would, try to call him right now. If it was who he thought it was.. Rei.. After last night, he felt like she was in danger without even knowing it. He looked on the display and noticed it wasn't Rei, a relief to be sure, but the person that was on the display had not called Yamato ever before. He answered the phone. “Yamato.” He didn't bother with formalities or saying hello even, since he was being called and he wasn't in the mood to play around - obviously - and listened to what Fujitora was asking him. His entire facial expression changed during the course of a one minute phone call. It was essentially impossible that nobody would notice this, that's how much it changed. “I've never heard of this location.” It was a blatant lie, but a very well hidden one. Besides, nobody would be able to hear what Fujitora asked, and Fujitora had no reason to not believe that Yamato was speaking the truth. “That company doesn't exist. Sorry.” Without waiting any longer to bother with Fujitora, he hung up after saying sorry.

His attitude was somewhat different and the killing intent that was in the air shifted as well, as if the anger wasn't aimed at the people in the room anymore except for Daiki. Yamato would look Daiki straight in the eye as he spoke his next words carefully and slowly, his eyebrows furrowed in an angry stare. “After I go and kill the people that tried to harm my family, I will continue with you. This isn't over, dog.” Having said that he turned around and walked out the exit, taking off into the trees towards a secluded location in Downtown.

On 21 Iroi Yamanaka street a large, abandoned warehouse was located. It didn't stand out whatsoever, completely in the same style as the area around it was. Downtrodden, broken windows, doors hanging half off the hinges. It was a typical Downtown building, not far from the chunin hangout. The sign on top of the warehouse read 'M..a...u a.. Su.s....' Many of the letters had faded or were completely gone from the sign. It looked like nobody had been there in ages but looks deceive.

Yamato landed in front of the building, at the large, metal double door that provided a main entrance point to the warehouse. He didn't go inside, instead waiting out front while staring at the door. This building was used as a Senju DNA trafficking center by my father.. but after a jonin found out, they cleared the building and abandoned it. What idiot would move his group here.. a building formerly owned by the very people he seeks to oppose? he thought to himself.

Surely the others wouldn't let him get away so easily without wondering where the fuck Yamato was going. And if he entered now, they would only get in the way without a plan to approach this situation. Yamato wished that he hadn't gone to the meeting, that way only he himself would've known about this location without alerting anyone else to it, and he could've done this by himself and never spoken a word of it to anyone else. Now, he was forced to keep those idiots in mind. He waited for a couple of minutes to see if anyone else would follow him.
In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll be posting this afternoon, after I get back from school.
In Plague of the North → 11 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Just so you know, this RP is definitely still on. Please don't take my quietness as a cue to leave! I've actually written most of the first IC post, but I've been busy. I can't see it being up before Wednesday because between now and then I have: A laser-quest tournament; a date; a house party; my last ever piece of university work to submit; and I'm moving back home.

Just out of interest though, could you please post something here to show that you're still alive and wanting to participate. A simple hello will suffice :)


Aye aye cap'n.
In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Well, I mean you can free-select them so they are not square JPG's or PNG's or whatever you saved em as, and then use the blend tool to blend the edges into the background.
In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hmmm. I have an idea for that banner @Altered Tundra. Right now you have a blank backspace, what about making some sort of Naruto image there and blending the characters into there?
In NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free! → 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So the plot thickens.

Or some shit like that.
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