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Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

Sad to see you go, but real life always goes before RPG!

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Good work Spodes. You are the best.

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Saburo Uchiha, “Kimyōna”

Hiroi sekai

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Saburo didn't bother attempting to hold back the enemy even more as he ran past the crowd, noticing that Akio was doing a good job at clearing the way, shooting bolts of electricity into the crowd at random seemingly, scaring them away, as well as shooting at the incoming Yakuza chasers. Things went well until Takeshi seemed to suddenly take charge unexpectedly, with no reason for doing so whatsoever. “Nani? Takeshi, where are you leading us?” Saburo uttered as he was suddenly drawn in another way, unsure of what was happening or why Takeshi suddenly wanted to lead.

Quick jumps followed as Saburo escaped from the location and followed Takeshi, before noticing Akio in the distance. Saburo's demeanor had changed suddenly and he looked much more serious than he had before, or during the attack. A quick glance at Takeshi made it apparent why, but he kept his mouth shut as he didn't want to make troubles. Instead he took the brief respite they had to walk to the edge of the building and take a look over Kumogakure. Several deep breaths followed before he turned around and faced towards Akio and Takeshi again.

His eyes flashed red with the crimson red color of the sharingan as he had closed and opened his eyes again during the brief respite. “SHARINGAN!” he said as his eyes were focussed on Takeshi in an attempt to draw his attention to lure him into looking into Saburo's eyes, which would affirm the genjutsu he'd attempt to cast on Takeshi.

In Takeshi's mind, the moment of him grabbing the wrong scroll would replay atleast five times before the genjutsu focussed on the next aspect - when Takeshi suddenly took charge and ordered Akio to stop contacting Hideyoshi, where he almost caused the mission to fail by suddenly changing pace and fighting back against the Yakuza, which wasn't neccesary at that point in time. It'd replay that moment atleast two times, focussing each time on the exact moment that Takeshi somewhat rudely interrupted Akio, before it continued into a genjutsu of the current time, which would force Takeshi to listen to Saburo's next words in an almost entrancing voice, in which the genjutsu would not allow Takeshi to focus on anything else other than Saburo's voice.

“Takeshi-kun, please do not do that again. You jeopardized the entire mission when you suddenly took command for no reason. We were fine before hand, denoting that none of us were in immediate danger and we would've been able to escape easily. The Sage of the Six Paths would not confirm that this is a succesful leadership mission. Speaking of leadership.. where is Hideyoshi-kun?” The use of the kun honorific meant that Hideyoshi had devalued himself by not showing up for the duration of the mission at all, something that Saburo found extremely bad - and Saburo knew that Hideyoshi hadn't been watching from the shadows either as his Sharingan would've spotted that easily. “Akio-chan, you are alright, correct? If so, we'd best keep moving towards Konoha. There's no telling where Hideyoshi is at this moment in space and time, and I would not wish to risk the mission for him. He is, after all, not our mission objective.” His words made it very clear that Saburo was not one to stay behind and wait for someone, especially if that same person had abandoned his team. More over, Saburo would gladly sacrifice himself or a team member to fulfill a mission, remnants of his time during 11th corps where every mission was a high priority secret ops.

Now that he had spoken his mind, he turned around again and broke the genjutsu he'd cast on Takeshi, before jumping off of the roof. Since Akio-chan was fine, and Takeshi-kun was here with them and able to move, there was no reason to take a breather. More over, they had to accomplish the mission with or without Hideyoshi - he hadn't done much to begin with. Rapid movements towards the Kumogakure walls were made all the while avoiding any attention they could possibly get. Akio-chan still had the scroll if everything was alright, so that was a blessing of the Sage on it's own.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

I know right :p

Plague of the North

Exactly. Can always put it in the thread name.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

That's really your choice, not mine. :p

Plague of the North

Yeah I think you can only move it from jump-in to apply. :p

Plague of the North

@Centimane

That is impossible due to.. RPG being weird.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

Terryn Hoffmann

“Virtus Juvat Fideles”

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Most of Terryn's time was spent sitting behind the dull table, looking at dull people, playing his little mindgame of guessing how long people would survive. The first that tickled his fancy was a man that went by the name of Warren Wyk, a man that wasn't unknown to Terryn as Warren first of all was quite an able swordsman, no doubt more than able if he weren't so damn sickly. More over he led the group called Wyk's Raiders. “A bit pompous to name a group after yourself..” Terryn thought but he paid it little mind as he simply nodded at Warren's words. The man was a veteran, and he seemed relatively at ease in the encampment. “With that back of his, and the bad condition he's in.. 25 days.” he thought before he called out.

“NEXT!” In walked a man that was wielding a greatsword as if it were some light weight spear. He listed his 'notable' positions in former battle groups, to which Terryn bluntly replied, “The only arse that cares about that is you, sign your name and get out of my tent.” Not a nice reply, but Terryn wasn't here to make friends with people. “I give him a month or two.” As soon as the man had complied and tasted a taste of Terryn's 'leadership' the old man's voice grumbled through the encampment again. “NEXT!”

The next man was a man he realized that he knew. Saewine Bloodworth, a nobleman, although the title 'nobleboy' would better suit him. The 'man' was merely 17 if Terryn remembered correctly, although he wasn't up to date with the birthdays of all the noblemen. Never the less he didn't make any remarks. Ultimately it was highly unlikely that Saewine knew him, so he just kept his mouth shut as the boy signed his name on the book and walked off. For a moment a silence was in the air, as Terryn didn't call out for the next, but instead reversed the book and took a look at the name. Saewine Bloodworth. The actual contents weren't in his interests, however, as he looked at the handwriting. The small bit of knowledge that Terryn had about writing and reading proved to him that Saewine was.. not exactly a warrior. Most of the warriors, even the nobles, had a sturdy, ugly handwriting. Saewine wrote more like a woman. “One day. Boy won't even survive a tumble in the messhall.” Terryn thougth as he put the book back in place and called out. “NEXT!”

A man was intent to enter the tent but was interrupted by a typical traveller girl - Terryn had become accustomed to them and their company through the years he spent at Coedwin. Luckily for the girl, Terryn wasn't a Robed Sword. There was only two reasons that the girl could be here - whorery, which would be welcomed with open arms, or fortune telling. Those that followed the faith with zeal were known to hate these kind of women, calling them heretics, witches or even hags, and slaying them legally or illegally. Not Terryn however. She skillfully maneuvered with the man, a young man that seemed to be of noble blood, although only minorly if he had to sign up in the rain like the peasants. A smile twisted onto Terryn's old lips as he watched her talk her talk to the man, before signing up. She adverted her eyes from his, but that didn't give Terryn enough reason to not speak up. “When you're done wait outside the ten-” but before he could finish she had vanished already. His smile turned into a grin. This girl he would grow to like, he knew already.

After her came another woman, dressed in white as she was a nun. “Great..” he mumbled to himself as he watched her sign her name. Her remark went under acceptance of Terryn. He nodded at her to show he understood her message. “Marthinhilda, I know her. Had many dealings with her at Coedwin when I was still a young Servant. Too many dealings, I'm afraid.” His words went paired with a lift of his sleeve, revealing a small scar on his upper arm. He'd keep it lifted for a second or two before letting it drop. He grinned at the nun in front of him, before explaining what it all meant. “Abbess Martinhilda found out I had made avances on a nun, and made sure I didn't do that again. Hit me with her wooden ruler so hard it cut open my skin. I made sure to stay away from her after that. I wonder if she'd remember me.” His small story turned out longer than he had intended and he quickly rectified that. “Sorry, please excuse my tales. NEXT!”

After about five more men were signed in he waved a man-at-arms to get closer, before instructing him to sit at the table and man the signups to ensure that there was no strange things happening. After that he'd leave his tent and parade around for a bit, taking a look at the various tents that had been set up. Doing so he stumbled across the tent with the cross outside, taking a swift look. It was a good thing there was one of these - any company needs a religious area.

He continued on his way towards the mess tent, another large tent that was more long than the commanders tent to fit all the tables, but obviously less wide as it only had to accomodate for 2 rows of tables in the length. Terryn walked all the way towards the end of the tent, before looking back and holding his hands folded behind his back. He stood for some time, looking and observing, before finally speaking up with that loud, bouldering voice. “LISTEN UP, ARSE WIPERS!” he started to ensure everyone was paying attention. Some heads would pop around the corner of the tents entrance to see what's going on. The reason Terryn did this in the mess tent should be obvious; it simply had the most people in it and hear-say would likely lead to the rest of the camp hearing it in the end.

“We'll be marching tomorrow in the afternoon, so best not get too drunk tonight, or else we'll leave yer' arse behind in the mud and brand ye a deserter. Make sure to get in a tent tonight, or pitch one up, otherwise ye'll be sleeping under a tree, bush, or some lucky fella's bed as you try to evade the rain. Monarch knows what men do to men sleepin' under their beds unsollicited.. Get a nights rest and I'll see ya lot in the mornin' where I'll be ready with the companies' divisions.”

With that said he walked out the mess tent to take a look around to find that traveller woman he had tried to talk to earlier - he had something on his mind he needed to speak, and it was likely important for her too. But where was she? He'd spend some time walking around looking for her, hoping to catch her wandering or in a random tent.

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Saburo Uchiha, “Kimyōna”

Paris

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Saburo was rather confused when Takeshi suddenly appeared with a new little box in his hand, proclaiming it to be the true scroll when in reality that scroll was still in the hands of the stunned Yakuza boss. “Takeshi-kun, that is not the right scroll, please return it, we wouldn't want to be accused of theft, as that'd be most unfo-” Saburo was cut short by a set of two charging Yakuza, one with a sword and the other with knuckledusters. Rapidly Saburo's eyes closed and opened again unvealing the sharingan.

His eyes flashed side to side as he pivoted around, extending his legs back and bowing down low through his legs, dodging the very first swipe of the katana, before leaning back with his body and performing another backwards flip using only 1 hand to steady himself as the other stayed behind his back. By then the other man with the knuckledusters came charging with a loud “RAAAAAGH!” as he swung his fists wildly around, not actually coming close in a single instance.

Saburo simply stepped forwards sending his left hand around in a circular motion coming from below, using the back of his hand to ram both the man's fists away before extending his right hand towards the man's solar plexus. With that simple shove with the palm of his hand he struck the nerve knot at the center of the body, disabling the man. “1.” he said before pivoting around and evading a strike of the other man's sword, before slamming an open hand into the man's abdomen. “2.”

He continued on his way stepping gently between the other Yakuza thugs, only being stopped when another got in his way to stop him, while the others seemed mostly focussed on Takeshi and Akio. Saburo's hands flew forwards again pushing against the man's chest heavily doing pretty bad internal damage. “4.” 4 strikes in total now. He moved on to the next man that opposed him, slamming his palms against the man's chest 4 times. “8.” But now he didn't continue.

Rather, he jumped up and over the Yakuza thugs, landing near the Yakuza boss who was still heavily stunned, only being able to move his neck around as he saw stars flying around. With a soft and gentle motion he reached for the scroll and pulled it away, slinging it around his body and using the leather strap attached to it to carry it like a backpack. “Arigato, Yakuza-senpai.” he said, bowing lightly before turning around and jumping towards the exit that they had arrived through. “Akio-chan, Takeshi-kun, please leave the building.” he said whilst forming handseals rapidly, before exhaling very deep. “KATON: Great Dragon Fire!” he said as a large fireball exited his mouth along with a lot of smoke. In the smoke the fire was transformed into the shape of a dragon, which Saburo then controlled and split off into numerous smaller dragons. Using his chakra he would steer them around the room to give room for Akio and Takeshi to escape the hall without having to deal with Yakuza thugs blocking the way.

As soon as Akio and Takeshi were in the clear he'd cancel the jutsu making the dragons dissapear into smoke, clouding the room a tiny bit but it was possible to see through the smoke. After that, the Yakuza lord had gotten up and pointed at the exit. “KILL THEM! If you don't get that scroll, atleast get the Uchiha eyes! GOOOOOO!” A hurricane of Yakuza thugs suddenly ran after the trio of shinobi, filling the hallway with lots of footsteps, echoing through the hallways as if it was an army of atleast a million men. “Akio-chan, catch, denoting I am about to throw something to you and you should use your hands to grab a hold of the object!” Saburo yelled at Akio while pulling on the strap of the giant scroll, taking it off and then throwing it towards Akio. He suddenly stopped running and turned around, making Akio and Takeshi run past him. “Please continue, I shall attempt to hold them back for a moment.”

He formed more seals, in true ninjutsu duelist spirit, before yelling out. “OIROKE! Hāremu no Jutsu!” A cloud of smoke appeared around Saburo, revealing a set of scarcely clothed swimming-suit girls as the smoke settled. There were atleast 6 of them, and they all ran towards the group of Yakuza thugs, breasts bouncing around and yelling at them in high pitched voices. The real Saburo then looked back at Akio-chan and Takeshi-kun and continueing to run after them. “Akio-chan, would you describe these girls as 'whorehouse' workers? I think they are very useful. We should visit a whorehouse together sometimes, maybe I can stop being a shinobi and work there instead.” he said, apparently still oblivious to what a whorehouse actually was and what the girls did there.

As they burst through the door back into the nightclub, the whole place suddenly erupted in loud music, people walking and dancing, and most importantly, a lot of obstacles in the escape route. The kage bunshin erotical jutsu only held back the Yakuza for so long and they burst after the group shortly after the three shinobi had burst through the door, giving rise to panic in the nightclub. Suddenly the people weren't dancing anymore and everyone ran through eachother trying to get away. Now the group was tasked with dealing with both civilians in their way and escaping the nightclub.

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Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”

Maisou

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Yamato looked at Tsukiko in a rather bored fashion as she whistled for him. She showed him the little indent in the wall she had made, explaining her plan and then telling him she could make it larger. But.. that was hardly neccesary. “Tsk. I've been in worse spots.” he said as he looked at her with a sharp glare. He was unimpressed so far. Never the less he sat down in the little indent and put a hand behind his head as he made himself comfortable in the little hole.

She then asked if any of them had any questions to which Yamato simply stated, “Ah, yes. When are you going to shut up and crawl into your own little hole.” He had both eyes closed but opened his left eye slightly and looked at Tsukiko through the small sliver of sight he had, to see how she'd react. “Baka..” he'd mutter to himself before closing his eye again and dangling his foot around as he sat there rather relaxed.