Partisan

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

Hmhm, nothing can be done about that now however. We can simply hope for others to show up.

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

Yeah but I can sense that some of us are getting bored and I didn't really know what to do for Warren. I figured this knight guy was already going to be introduced, might as well test Warren a bit.

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

Yes, clearly so I think hahaha, it's alright. That stuff happens to all of us and I don't think you can even avoid it to begin with. I wanna go through 1 more round of posts before I introduce the next bit of advanceent since my last post didn't advance anything.

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

Aye I think they're still in the same place. Everyone but Warren is, I think.

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

Perhaps goes backstage (i.e the kitchen or whatever) to prepare for the next bout, and bumps into Saewine, Terryn or Warren? Or anyone, really.

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

Caterina Meitelde Grochain

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Caterina sat at the table patiently, waiting for anything to happen. She was looking at the main stage at the center of the large hall, which had a man talking loudly getting people's attention. Then a small amount of smoke appeared, strangely enough, causing some of the ladies to yell out in fear as other men gripped their swords momentarily. All calmed down again when the smoke cleared and revealed a woman, that Caterina recognised as the traveller woman that had told her 'future' earlier. The moment of recognition caused her to inch forwards in her seat, looking closely at the woman. She danced strangely, in a way unknown to the court. As such many women looked away, but it was mainly the men that seemed to enjoy the dancing. A short glance at her father revealed to Caterina that he, too, was watching closely. Queen Anne, Caterina's mother was also watching, although doubts could be placed on her interests. Atleast father wasn't gawking - the woman was pretty, so mother would surely excuse him. No doubt she felt some attraction to the woman too. Caterina glanced back, and noticed the woman was now laying down. It was getting a bit too much for her, so she got up and walked away to the right, behind the many tables and seats, looking around for someone interesting to talk to. Sure enough, she noticed Terryn ahead of her, aproximately twenty meters alongside the side of the hall, standing near a pillar. She was headed for him, but got distracted by a man that looked like a Black Shield soldier, and a lady that resembled a lady-in-waiting, or perhaps even a noblewoman. She had a face that Caterina had never seen before.

Being a princess meant, to Caterina, you could talk to any person you wanted to. And as such she stepped right up to the two people, stopping behind them with a cheerful “Hello,” in her high pitched feminine voice. She would wave lightly at the two of them, smiling widely at them, before continueing her introduction. “I'm princess Caterina Meitelde Grochain, the daughter of king Gregar and queen Anne.” she'd say with remarkable ease in her voice, as if she was having no trouble with it that she was the princess. It also didn't seem to sound like she thought it was anything special, when in reality it was probably something special to the both of these people. Caterina would look at Sara, and then Saewine. Her face was one of wonderment, wondering why there was a guard nearly sleeping on the table, and a lady-in-waiting talking to him. “... and.. you are?” she said, slowly, to ask about their names, and who they are.

“'tis not often I see a Black Shield sleeping on duty. Surely.. my father would not be appreciative of that.” she said, with a slight smile, though subtle at first. “Neither Terryn. Actually, he's a good friend of mine! I should call him over, to discipline you.” She would wait a moment to see the reaction of both the lady and the soldier, before smirking subtly again and smiling at Saewine. “I'm kidding. It's tiresome, these feasts, so I know how you feel. I think this is my third feast this month..” she said, crossing her arms and looking around in a bored manner. She was remarkably nonchalant for a princess, definetely a different brand of princess compared to her sisters, though the eldest was definetely just as cheerful as Caterina was. Once she was done looking around she'd look back to Sara, noting how beautiful her dress was compared to hers. Suddenly, Caterina felt underdressed, although that was through no fault of Sara. “Oh, what a nice dress! Who made this? Was it the tailor in Coedwin? They have the nicest fabric there!” she said, although any other woman would frown at Coedwin's fabric, since it was rough and thick, not suited for feasts like these where it would get very hot very quickly. It also looked more like something a soldier would wear. But that perfectly suited Caterina, who was always more interested in the martial parts of royal life than the feasts. Something her father didn't always appreciate, but managed to cope with as long as Caterina did as she was supposed to.

Caterina would bend over swiftly to feel the fabric, holding it between her fingers gently to not disturb the dress too much. The colour was definetely nice according to Caterina, but the fabric was a bit too flowy and thin for her liking - something she often struggled with. “Hmm, I'm sure my sister Aren would love this dress!” she said, before looking over to Aren who was sitting at the royal table, enjoying the festivities and entertainment on the center stage, along with her husband. Erica was still sitting alone at this point, looking at the doorway to the feasting hall in a focussed manner. Hm.. so she was truly waiting for that knight. Would father improve? The slight distraction gave Sara and Saewine time to talk to eachother or Caterina for a few seconds before a large, muscular hand with a large silver ring with a Monarchist cross got put on Caterina's shoulder.

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Terryn Hoffmann

“Virtus Juvat Fideles”

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Terryn couldn't help but scoff at Warren's remark - and here he was thinking that Warren was smart. The guy may have been right about Caterina, but if he really expected Terryn to stand idly by when Caterina was threatened he should think again. Terryn was more likely to throw away his life for Caterina than for Dorran, for that matter, but that was something that Terryn wouldn't want to voice so publicly. He might be a liked person in court, there were plenty of figures that hated him for being chosen as commander, instead of their son, or they themselves. It would be best to simply shut up and nod at Warren for now. “Aye, I know, don't worry. Get back to your post.” he'd say, directing Warren back to his post. Atleast Warren had the sense to instruct others, although it really wasn't neccesary, and somewhat disrespectful, to order around a superior. He'd remember this for later, when giving them some talk or something. It'd definetely come up at some time, that much was sure.

He glanced shortly at Dorran once Warren had dissapeared again, making sure to keep an eye on the people he was talking to. Sawarim assassins were everywhere, and over the years, they even mixed in with the Broacien people. Most of them posed as slave traders - the only accepted group of Sawarim faith followers in Broacien - but some also posed as Monarchist converts. Dorran seemed to be mostly fine, however, and it was now that more Black Shields also started arriving. No doubt had they been sent here by Nikolas, since it was obvious that the men were bored and that they had too many men outside, and not enough inside. Orders of the king however, overruled that. The only way around that was to simply send more men once they'd finished their rounds, and make the inside a part of that route anyway. Four more men walked inside, ones that Terryn didn't outright recognise himself, but they were obviously selected on their armor. They all wore some form of acceptable armor, most of them wearing partial plate, with cuir bouilli underneath. Another wore an aketon, but wielded a crossbow and had a small quiver of bolts on his right leg. It looked pretty intimidating, but it gave Terryn a good feeling to have someone with ranged capabilities behind him in case he needed it. Besides, a bolt would go through pretty much anything that would come into the hall with a weapon.

However that feeling of safety was quickly making way for a feeling of annoyance when he glanced to his left, to check just what was going on around there. In that short moment of looking over there he had spotted Saewine sitting down with his head on the table, then getting up to speak to a lady that Terryn recognised as.. could it be? Sara? And then there was the princess approaching. Terryn let out a heavy sigh and stepped forwards towards the group of three, his footsteps going unnoticed in the loud noises of the room. He reached right up to the princess, standing behind her with a rather tall figure when compared to the princess, even more so since she was bending over to touch the fabric of Sara's dress. He slowly placed his hands on the small petite princess' shoulder, before speaking up. “My princess,” he'd open, but not looking at her, but rather at Saewine. No doubt Sara had a role to play in this too. “if I may be so free, Saewine here is supposed to be guarding your brother, Dorran. It's your father's orders, I'm afraid, so you'll have to come talk to him some other time.” His words were respectful, because of the princess' stature but also because of the company. If they hadn't been here, Saewine would've gotten an earful of swearing.

Now, Saewine was expected to get back up and stand at attention, and shut his mouth while he was at it. Terryn wouldn't tolerate another slip up, especially from a nobleman like Saewine. It was hard to beat the entitledness of a noble out of them, and Saewine was proving to be more of a crybaby than a soldier. And if there was anything that Terryn hated.. it was that. Bloody crybabies weren't good for more than fleeing battle and falling dead in a ditch a minute later. And if Terryn could help it, he was the one to strike them down. Retreats weren't allowed unless ordered, or a flank absolutely crumbled. Saewine..? No, he'd flee before he even saw the first clash of blades in front of him.

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It didn't take long for the next esteemed guest arrived. A young knight wearing a set of sturdy partial plate armor, adorned with a painting of the Monarchist cross on the front of the plate, in black. Behind him was a cape, a dark burgundy in color, with a black line at the bottom. As he entered, heads turned almost as much as they did when Dorran entered, although for a different reason entirely. His stride was self assured, almost arrogant, but he held himself well and shone out pride, both of himself and the uniform he wore. This was the knight that everyone had been waiting for - Servant of the Monarch Gregar Jeremiah Bluewall, preferred candidate for the title of Grandservant of the Monarch, and effectively one of the most influential knights within the Servants. He was also named after the king, which did him many favors with the king, and also meant he was a good candidate to marry with Erica, Caterina's unmarried older sister, the middle of the three sisters.

He approached the royal table, gracefully, as Erica got up from her chair and walked around the table, down the steps to greet her 'friend'. She did a small curtsy, befitting her position as princess, and thus it wasn't too low. The young knight Jeremiah followed suit by grabbing her hand softly and bowing lightly, kissing it gently before releasing her again. After that, he escorted her back to her table, and took seat next to her, with Erica on his left, and Aren's husband on his right. He greeted Aren's husband shortly before focussing all his attention on the princess again, discussing matters of religion and war with the Sawarim followers with her.

A few moments later Jeremiah would beckon Warren, who'd be the guard closest to him most likely, and thus asked him to get closer to the table. As soon as Warren would get close enough, Jeremiah would speak to him. “Good man, be a friend and fetch me some mead. I hope you can understand that if Sawarim assassins show up, I wouldn't want to save my princess' life with a dry mouth.. or are you going to protect me?” he'd say, with a slight grin, the obvious jab at Warren being intended more as a joke at his expense, but the princess laughed, so for Jeremiah it'd obviously pay off. Warren wouldn't have to worry about losing face, because after all nobody would recognise him in the Black Shields' uniform, but his honour might be harmed by being asked to deliver something as simple as mead. But dogs that bark at their owners are often treated badly. It was truly up to Warren what he'd do, but Jeremiah was quite a renowned swordsman, although obviously not as good as Warren in his younger years. But now.. who could tell?

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Saburo Uchiha, “Kimyōna”

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Saburo was dumbfounded when his sharingan genjutsu bounced back on him, not working whatsoever. There was a few explanations for this, but none of them matched the situation that they were in. Gian definetely looked human, so it wasn't like he was trying to project a genjutsu on a robot or puppet. And Saburo was quite sure that he looked into the man's eyes. So technically the genjutsu should've worked? He wasn't even sure at this point. With those clothes hiding everything.. it was all possible. He reached for the chokuto strapped on his back, but was cut short when Paneru formed a wall in the midst of battle, something strange to do since there were no attacks coming in and the team was on the offensive. Looking to the right, he noticed that Yamato was being flanked by Tsukiko, and then she dissapeared again, striking him down with her wires. Saburo didn't get what was going on. Kusaru was a missing nin and an enemy of the hidden leaf, why was Tsukiko working with her?

Then to Saburo's left he noticed that Nobunaga was stopping Daiki, spewing some words out to stop Daiki. Daiki responded, strangely enough, exactly how Yamato would've. Yamato and Daiki were sworn enemies, wasn't that right? Their clans had feuded for the last 200 years, that much Saburo knew from the files he'd read, but the boys were almost so similar it was scary. When Saburo looked forwards again the wall had been dispelled by Paneru, but the attack had been stopped. Perhaps they were reconciling with Kusaru and Gian, and forming a bond again? Saburo put the chokuto back in it's sheath, since he'd pulled it out a tiny bit when preparing to fight Gian. He stood straight again, arms besides his body and looked with care as Gian approached Yamato. The words coming from Gian's mouth were obviously hostile, even someone as dimwitted as Saburo when it came to social interaction could tell that. “Doushita..?” he asked with a dumb look on his face, as he looked at Gian bend over and belittle Yamato. He also noticed Yamato cocking back his fist to punch Gian straight in the face, who seemed to react but a bit more slowly than before. What a strange individual that man was.. Kusaru interrupted, however, with a loud but charismatic voice that boomed through the woods.

Her words didn't strike a chord with Saburo, which was probably because of his time in the 11th corps hardening him against things like this. Normally, they'd use the interlude caused by her words to assasinate her - but Saburo knew he was no match and he'd definetely need help of his team to even get close. Reactions seemed to be divided, with Aoi being close to simply falling over and begging Kusaru to take her with her apparently. Such a susceptible young girl, that. Gian moved forwards to take a hold of the ronin, leaving him to Konoha forces before the duo vanished again. Saburo turned around to the rest of the crew and followed Ayame's orders to the point. After that, it seemed Daiki wanted to fight someone to release the adrenaline. Shame he had to pick Yamato for that - combat reports indicated that Yamato was practically a tier above Daiki. And neither of them had expended much of their chakra or anything else.. Saburo guessed that Yamato would win. But Yamato didn't want to bother with him, and neither did Tsukiko want them to bother with eachother, so Yamato left quickly. That left Daiki alone in the center of the road.

Figuring he'd make a new friend, or atleast make an attempt to, Saburo would walk over to Daiki calmly and place down his backpack next to the boy, before proceeding to look at Daiki silently for a moment. It'd probably become a bit awkward for Daiki, but then Saburo would speak up. “Daiki-kun, I think Kusaru meant that you did a good job putting aside your differences. She was complimenting you, denoting that she thought it was a good thing you helped him. I have to admit, I am surprised that you helped him. I am even more so surprised that you picked a fight with him right after that. Yamato-senpai is quite capable, and I think he would beat both of us with ease.” Saburo said, using the senpai honorific for Yamato to point out that he thought Yamato was above them.

“I think your clan has feuded with the Minamoru for 212.4 years right now, is that correct?” he continued, saying it as if it was 100% normal to know these kind of facts about random other clans. Saburo didn't offer him a moment to retort however as he continued, knowing full well his facts were straight on point, and he hit the exact year mark. He was trying very hard to be friendly to Daiki, but likely he sounded more condescending, like he was looking down on Daiki. “I assume, from your general knowledge, you know the Uchiha clan feuded with many clans before the existence of Konoha. Now, we are nothing but a mere shell of ourselves. 'Creators of Konoha' they called us. Now look at us. A sensei from the 11th corps one told me that the ones that seek war, get destroyed by it. It certainly was true for our clan.” After that was done, he smiled broadly and very much so fake at Daiki, before slowly raising his hand ever so slightly, in a very awkward pace, before raising a thumb at the boy. “This is a thumbs up. It's denoting a gesture of friendship. Do you accept?”

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

@Angel Eyes

First off: she's beautiful, we get it. Moving on..

I see she's a social butterfly, but that's .. okay. I guess. It doesn't really add diversity, but that's okay, if you want to play her like this.

Oeyo is a rather versatile shinobi who can be useful offensively, defensive, and supplementary. Not only is she a very capable medical-nin who also uses water-based medical jutsus, but thanks to her clan's hiden jutsus, she is an Empath and becomes a viable sensory nin as well.

So essentially.. she can do anything?

• Offensive
• Defensive
• Support
• Can heal
• Can sense presences
• Can sense emotions too

Where as most others have 1, max 2 abilities. I propose you remove this. I know this doesn't actually influence her IC abilities too much but it might give others the idea that it's ok to make a jack of all trades that can do everything. Why is she a chunin? Might as well make her a 1 man cell this way. Adding to that, anyway, is

She is incredibly smart, generally allowing her to outsmart and manipulate her foes as necessary, all the while evading and avoiding her enemies attacks with her speed and dexterity. She lacks physical strength and durability, but makes up for her physical flaws with a strong mind, water mantis claws, and telekinetic-like jutsu(albeit still being very limited with its usage). However, because she is a hemophiliac she has to be careful of certain weapons.

So on top of her all-round capabilities she's also incredibly smart. I want to warn you RPing someone that is above average levels of smartness generally leads to metagame (say, I RP a genius. Someone with an IQ of 200+. As much as I want to, I'll never be able to replicate his thought processes inside my own head because, sadly, don't have an IQ of 200+. Therefore, I will simply replicate this effect by knowing things he's not meant to know, playing it off by saying, he's super genius dood, I told you.) Now I am not sure what levels of smart she is, or if you can replicate that yourself (I guess you could) but on top of all her abilities she's also smart. I get that she is not as strong due to that, but let's be fair, saying ''I'm not strong'' and then pulling out a technique that makes up for that anyway is kind of weird.

Description: The Soyokaze clan is a fairly well-known, though small clan in Getsugakure known for being Empaths, utilizing their clan's hiden empathic techniques for a variety of purposes. Human emotion can mainly be traced back to, physiologically, four neurochemicals: norepinephrine, serotonin, dopamine, and GABA. A balance of these chemicals can be found in any of a person's moods, and they drive basic human instincts like harm-avoidance, novelty-seeking, and reward-dependence. The Empaths of the Soyokaze clan have a special connection to this chemical equilibrium. This in turn, allows them to feel and sense the emotions of others, communicate with others in a telepathic-like fashion, project sensations and emotions onto others, empathic reflection, empathic links, etc.

It sounds.. interesting. I'm not 100% I got it right, but I'm 99.99% I got it right, so I'm just gonna check. With this hiden, she will be able to project emotions on others, i.e make them feel some type of way (get it). No, but really. If she wants to make someone angry, all she has to do is.. well, perform a jutsu and BAM they feel angry? Feels kinda stupid and annoying to RP with if I may be so free. Say I want to make my character really jealous. She simply goes ''oh no'' and does a jutsu, making them non-jealous. That's kinda annoying even if it's legit.

Also, telepathy is kinda a Yamanaka thing. I get that you want to have a Yamanaka. But if you do, then just make it a Yamanaka, and don't take canon hidens, and add stuff on to it. Yamanaka's are strong enough as they are, and we accept telepathy because they are canon. In your case, there's no actual explanation that explains why sensing other's emotions suddenly allows one to communicate on a mental level. It feels kinda like you made the hiden, then went 'Oh and I want telepathy' and added it in there without explanation.

【Ninja techniques】

A rank techniques:
Mystical Palm Technique

B rank techniques:
Medical Water Release: Water Scorpion

C rank techniques:
Medical Water Release: Water Jellyfish
Medical Water Release: Water Mosquito
Chakra Levitation Technique

OK, OK, OK, OK.

Chakra levitation? Why? It seems useless and doesn't add anything to your character. Except for the fact where all your characters can fly. In the anime only powerful people can fly (I'm sure you know this) like Onoki, Pain and Naruto in whatever the hell that fire-mode thing is called. Kurama mode? Either way, currently the way you're doing it, everyone and their mother can fly. It makes the technique obsolete.

Furthermore the technique is game-only. Meaning we don't know the full extent of it, meaning we want it to be a custom jutsu if you want to use it so you fill in the blanks. I just don't see why you'd need it, but okay.

Jutsu name: Empathy
Rank: B
Range: Long
Description: The Empaths of the Soyokaze clan are highly sensitive to the emotions of others around them. By focusing in on and tuning into an individual(s) nearby, she can pick up on and feel their emotions, as well as the emotions of animals. This can even be used as specialized form of sensing, using not the chakra of the individual, but the chemical and electrical impulses they give off while feeling a particular emotion. By projecting a field of her empathic chakra, he is able to pickup on these impulses. This aspect of her empathy allows her to track individuals. However, asymptomatic individuals are able to evade this form of sensing as they do not show any change in their emotional or mental states. This is the baseline technique of the Soyokaze Clan. Though even without focusing, a weakened state of mind or an inexperienced user may find themselves overwhelmed by the emotions of others around them or they may even absorb and act out against their will to the emotional whims of others.

Yeah okay. Watch every person in the cast suddenly become devoid of emotion. Welp, I know who I'll be pitting against this character, but yeah, this is ok. Sensing technique that uses emotional chemistry. I dig.

Jutsu name: Empathy; Sensorial Touch
Rank: B
Range: Physical Contact
Description: This particular technique allows Oeyo to project sensations and emotions onto others by making physical contact with them. She can make them feel what she is feeling, or project selective emotions onto them. She can use this technique to nullify pain and allow others to feel and understand each others emotions through her(using herself as a medium). Additionally, she can project specific sensations into others such as sexual arousal, feeling high, vertigo, body aches, numbness, pain, mental headaches(the kind someone gets from excessive crying), drowsiness, etc.

I'm gonna say no. Why? Because if you're fighting the mother of all evil, and you can simply go ''lol no, now u feel happy!'' and suddenly she is happy, that's kinda annoying. I'm sure technically this makes sense (actually, not really, because I'm not sure how your character can do this..?) but for the sake of roleplay and plot protection I'm gonna say no unless you change it somehow.

Jutsu name: Empathy Reflection Technique
Rank: B
Range: Medium
Description: This is a useful and defensive jutsu that works like a reversal. A person's jutsus are often tied to their emotions. By tapping into a person's emotions right before they use the technique, she can redirect/reflect the jutsu back towards them as if she used it herself. This works by her tapping into the emotion that fuels their jutsu and then quickly reversing it after its been used. (For example, she could redirect an anger fueled fireball jutsu thrown at her by channeling into the individual's anger and briefly taking control of the fireball as if it was her own anger fueling it). This technique doesn't work however against certain jutsus, physical objects(like senbon), dojutsus, and will likely fail if there was no emotion used behind the jutsu.

Okay, lol, this makes no sense. So, she takes control of the other persons emotions and suddenly all the chakra in the fireball reverses and flies back, doing a complete 180? Makes no sense, doesn't work in Narutoverse and it lacks explanation as to how. Emotions isn't what makes fire, chakra is.

Jutsu name: Empathic Communication
Rank: C
Range: Long Range
Description: By connecting with the emotions of another, she is able to form an empathic link with them. In doing this, she is able to communicate with them telepathically over long distances. Additionally she can form an empathic link with multiple people and use herself as medium to convey the thoughts of the party. However, maintaining the link becomes a strain and the more people she connects with the more chakra she exudes.

Sounds familiar.

Spodes note: This feels like a Mary Sue who is so special, she unlocked Ninshuu (that's literally what your KG does). The rest has been said.
This feels like a Mary Sue who is so special, she unlocked Ninshuu (that's literally what your KG does). The rest has been said.

NARUTO: Road to Ninja [ARC 3] Buy it now and get a second punt free!

Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”

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Yamato didn't say much to Kusaru - although he knew she was right, he was still pissed off that he got interupted. He had wanted to test his strength against someone of a value like Kusaru, and Tsukiko cut that short. Tsk.. his annoyance at that woman was starting to grow into something more resemblant of anger. Just when Yamato thought they were done for the day, on Ayame's orders ofcourse, that annoying Daiki kid approached him for a fight. Yamato listened to the boys words but didn't grant Daiki the pleasure of looking at him, pretending to be busy looking through his backpack that he had by now put on the floor. Once Daiki had finished his little rant, Yamato did look up and spoke back to him, standing up straight to look more imposing. Yamato was a bit taller than Daiki, although not by much. Barely a centimeter, if even that. “I'm not the Sage. But I am a God - the God of your fate. Don't tempt me. I'm tired of your attitude, always talking shit about me and my clan. You're the reason the Minamoru and the Naito's are always feuding - idiots like you with an attitude of always wanting to challenge their superiors. You should just keel over and die in the dirt. Stop bothering me before I punch yo-” Once more, he was cut short by Tsukiko, who had seen fit to come up and attempt to punch the two. However, Yamato wasn't dumb enough to fall for it. He moved his body aside and dodged the punch. Tsukiko moved on quickly, likely thinking she'd knock out both of them - and sure enough she attempted to hit Daiki. Now, Yamato might not like Daiki but he knew that Daiki was not stupid enough to get hit either. Especially because he got a sneak peek at what was awaiting him. Furthermore, it really wasn't Tsukiko's job to intervene here, and Daiki might realize that too.

Tsukiko's annoying behaviour was enough to settle Yamato down a bit more, stopping him from going any further with his threats, but it didn't dissuade him from argueing with Daiki - naturally Yamato was rather argumentative, so this wouldn't be a big surprise for any of them. He would walk a bit closer to Daiki and push him softly with his hand as he spoke to him. “You need to back off, or I'll give you a real reason to hate me. Piss off, shitstain.” With that all said and done, Yamato stayed on guard. He'd treated Daiki like this before and the boy had challenged him right after that last time, so there was no telling if he'd do it again. Never the less Yamato would walk away - head held high, ofcourse, because according to Yamato he was the victor in this argument once more - to set up his sleeping spot. Yamato didn't particularily like any of the crowd here, so he'd not want to share a tent with any of them. Well, if anyone wanted to sleep next to him in a sleeping bag, he'd not send them away. An annoyed grumble and a quick turn away from them would be all they'd get.

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

Well the first I could implement, the second is planned already. :p