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Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

I'll look for a space, but you were an unreliable poster for so long that it was a detriment. I can't help that the other Division B posters aren't keeping up, either. I have enough issues with the teams existing now.

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

You're not active enough to fit on an active squad.

Naruto: Birth of a Better Generation

The very Earth itself shook for a moment. Maruki, with is Byakugan, could see chakra that even dwarfed that of Kirugetsu filled a large area around them, all before hundreds of thick wooden planks erupted from it and shot out at Kami. They enveloped her in a jutsu that would sent most around her into fear due to hysteria, but Kirugetsu knew it; he had fought alongside it. It was a rare one to see, and it was one of the pinnacles of medical ninjutsu. It had saved the lives of people torn in two and was the closest thing to a resurrection jutsu there was. More importantly, it's only known practitioner was Hosuka Uzumaki: the Hokage.

"She lost her hand, and nearly her life. The Tenshi no Kajitsu-Shitsu will save her, even grow her hand back since its early enough," bellowed the deep voice from a man whom sounded so final in his statement that in that single moment it was as if Kami had already been healed. "I expected this. Not from Allure, but from you, Kiru. You were, at a time, just as demanding with respect. You would never allow any of the petty replies that come from these want-to-be shinobi. Kami is ruined already. She is a chuunin outside adolescence that would have died here because she was stubborn. Shinobi cannot be that way. We are fluids to fill. Ether to exist. We are only stone when being moved would mean our death. You cannot let our next generation be like that. She will never be more than a chuunin; she is a waste of potential." It was Hosuka. No other man would speak like this, especially to Kirugetsu. Hayato would, but Hayato never spoke with eloquence.

Kami sat inside a chamber made of thick wood and a warm, viscous substance. It completely encompassed her, and suspended her. She could still hear the outside world, and even with parts of her body literally removed, she felt no pain. Cuts from the glass, broken bones, even internal bleeding and collapsed organs were all being repaired at a rate some would feel impossible through any form of medical jutsu. Fact is, Kami should have died from that fall. The two Decapitating Airwaves knocked her into the ground with enough force that it was a wonder her death wasn't instantaneous. Her removed arm only made the situation grotesque. None of that mattered; the chamber she was in was easily capable of healing it all, at the cost of her remaining a stationary target for a day or so. Without being in combat, that fact was irrelevant.

"I considered just letting her die. I know I am demoting her to genin. No chuunin in my village will be so unable to work with others that she gets herself killed because she cannot hold her tongue. She may be as powerful and useful as any chuunin in this village, but her mentality is wrong for it. Hayato is no longer a shinobi of this village. I met with him in the forest as he fled; as you know every tree in this Land is mine. I did not kill him, but he is now a Missing-Nin. Kill-on-spot, but I doubt you'll ever see him again. He's headed back to Suna where he belongs," Hosuka told Kirugetsu in a very dry voice. He sounded stern and the voice from him was as always deep. Hosuka ran entire country without question.

"Kirugetsu, I expect more from you. These children are not playthings. They are becoming soldiers. Shinobi. The reason that Hayato knocked her out of that building and wanted her dead was, as I see it, in complete correlation with the motifs of this village. His actions, however, were too far. Never will we sink that low. I see you have one of your genin. A Hyuuga. With your mouth, I'm sure he already knows the irony. I'm sure Shin had a chuckle. But, what I want you to know is that your relationship with your students will not be clouded by the past. You saw how hundreds of poorly trained runts in the resistance were chopped down. They were fool-hearty. They fought for a cause, but with no training and little conviction. I expected you to demand such, and that is why I considered placing you as a Division Head if you proved yourself with your squad. Do not tell me that your worries for the Hozuki mar your mind."

The rough look on Hosuka's face turned into a slight grin as he delved into a pocket of his to pull out a metal case.

"These are rare and have been perfected by the Nara. They are made from the blooms of a tree that before we had no idea the benefits of, and if we did, we lost the information. There are few left, but many being replanted, however they only bloom once a year, and in that time we focus more on seeding them than harvesting blooms. But, what this pill does will make it worth more than gold to you. It's rather simple, and it's a measure I set in place to assist with Clan rebuilding. It increases virility so that there is over a 50% chance children will be conceived as twins, retain paternal DNA and if used correctly will result in near-100% chance to conceive. I have had these for weeks, but was far to busy to give them to you. I found your efforts in the war and loyalty to the village merited you these more than anyone else, including my own clans. I would like for the Hozuki to be a new clan of Konoha, not of Kiri. Regardless, there are only two, in case the first fails. Use them as you see fit, and I hope this gift brings a little more focus to you."

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PM'd you your ultimatum, so you might as well skip the next twenty-three hours of waiting and back down now, or simply remove your characters so that I can restructure the new Jounin replacement and Hayato's replacement or you can stay around and stop interfering with the things I do. Your choice.

I already told you. You have no right to interject in my roleplay and tell me what I can do, or how I can do it. Doing so will get you removed. You aren't giving me anything. As a matter of fact, if you're next post is not an immediate apology, then I will - with no other interpretation - take it as your official resignation and remove you from the CS List myself as well as write out your character how I see fit.

End of discussion.

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Moderation Update

The player known as Beta has current been removed from Staff of this roleplay and is hereby under probation. All posting from him will be paused until further notice.

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Alright, so bigscreech, I'm probably gonna have to make a new Jounin since Hayato basically condemned himself to being a Missnig-Nin. Shouldn't take long, most likely done by end of day, just throwing it out there.

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She now insulted him. In truth, if she would've just done so beforehand, Hayato most likely would not have been so enraged. It was common if not expected of youth to act in such a brash manner, but the audacity of this girl - this fifteen year old girl - had in arguing with Hayato over topics she had no true grip on pushed him much farther than it should have. Hayato should have never been made a sensei if the Konoha youth acted with such a superiority complex. Hayato came from Ame. In his youth, you did not question what you were taught like she did. You did not act against your sensei with such conviction. You were being trained for war, not just sitting aside to watch it. This girl had done it. She had pushed Hayato too far.

Hayato swung the Kami by her arm, positioning her in front of a window that he then kicked her out of. Several stories down would be a harsh descent of not a lethal one for most, but Hayato knew the girl was a healer, and at this point he didn't want to risk it. He didn't want to risk her survival, that was. Hayato pursued Kami out the window, retaking her hand only to blast her in the chest with a Decapitating Airwave, multiplying the force she traveled through the air exponentially while simultaneously ripping off her right hand from the wrist as well as shattering part of her radius. Before she even hit the ground, Hayato fired a second-mid air Decapitating Airwaves at her, then darted off realizing the collateral damage he caused would most likely be easily seen.

"Hosuka shoul''ve nevear given me dis job..." Hayato muttered as he shot out like a dart, heading West through the woods of Konohagakure. He had his White Jacket Insanity activated constantly, fleeing at nearly the speed of sounds. What 'police force' Konoha had at this point was still arriving at the scene by the time he had easily left the Konohagakure border and was traveling through the Land of Fire. Hayato was sure of it. He'd be an outlaw, again. He never did fit into Konoha anyway. It was too soft. Everything there seemed all wrong. Too much structure, but not enough discipline. Or, maybe the harsh desserts of Suna made him just plain too strict to ever live outside them as a shinobi. Most of the time, he was carefree, but the moment he became serious, he always took things too far. In the lonely desserts, you had to. In war, you had to. In a place like Konoha, a man like Hayato was far out of place, and this only proved it.

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You'd be in Hayato's Squad, but he's a half-inch from killing Kami.

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She kept speaking. On and on she kept speaking like she had input. This girl could not listen. She would not learn. It was irking Hayato to no end. She even tried to argue with him, or refute him. She had obviously just spoke as if things we--

She touched him. At first, a poke. But then she put her whole hand on his chest. All five digits. This girl, this little girl, seriously did not know her place, and Hayato was right about to teach it to her. He ignored the rest of what she said and simply grabbed her hand. At first, seemingly sincerely, folding his fingers across it, but only for a few seconds before he slipped his index finger around her ring finger and his thumb gently inside the crest of her finger... and pushed.

Snap.

He broke her finger. Bent it back completely, nearly making it touch the back of her hand. His strength was overwhelming in comparison to hers and his free hand was ready to retaliate to any offense she may have using his White Jacket Insanity. He didn't let go, either. Instead, he just slipped his fingers over to her middle finger and pressed on it, torturing her and letting her see her own blood drip down from the stub of a finger she had left. He didn't break it, but he could. He would, too. She had to be put in her place. Roughly. She literally was just too stubborn to hit an epiphany, so Hayato was going to force it on it.

"No one can hear youse scream, mon cheri, but do try for me. You need not only punished for chur insolence, but for... dat ignorance. Tell me, what makes chu tick, girl? What makes lil ole you think chu can talk to me like chu do? Some books? Maybe 'cause you heal teh half-dead? Seen a some bodies, 'ave'ya?"

"You t'ink what chu know matters, but it really don't... ya see, even teh shit I seen ain't nothin' to someone like Kirugetsu or Hosuka. You bes' be steppin' down off yo pedastal real quick like."

Snap.

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Hayato could only laugh. This girl. Kami. She was so ignorant. So idealistic. She had no clue. Not a damned clue at all what the world was like. Sputtering nonsense like there cannot be peace without war. As if things were as simple as good and even. Black and white. Laughter. Yes, laughter, that was all that echoed throughout Hayato for the moment. He dropped his swirling ball of death to press two fingers to his forehead, trying to regain the composure that this girl had knocked out of him with such asinine comments.

It only got better, too. This girl spoke of perfection, the flaws of humanity - emotions as if they mattered.

Hayato, despite his laughter, allowed his metallic balls to continue floating mid air. He may have been entertained, but he was not one to completely let his guard down. Within the White Noise Zone of his balls, he could sense every vibration in the air. If the girl moved, he'd know it and find a new way to knocked her down. He surmised she could sense chakra as well, thus knew that he had his chakra in the entire area around him, and was pretty sure she wouldn't make an attack when she was quite literally enveloped by a threat that, for the moment, wasn't being aggressive. At least, not yet. It did take a few more moments for Hayato to regain his composure. This girl, her age he forgot, spoke of things that grown men tried to speak of and still sounded like idiots. She was no different.

'Youse a fuckin' idiot," he told her, still chuckling. "You t'ink that war was jus' black'n'white, right'n'wron'. Youse think, youse really think, dat Gen-Oh-Side jus' happened? Like an' on-off switch Sai jus' happened to flip on?" he half-yelled at her, his voice only raised because of a type of maniacal laughter. "Let me tell ya why history rarely gets tol', girl. Let me tell ya the big secret we keep from ya. Ya see, I was part of Ame. Same place Sai came from. I met'm. I knew'm. Not well, but I knew'm. Mother fuckah was so nice, you'd never guess he was e'en a shinobi, an' never carried weapons. Wore this formal gown, too. He was a war hero, too; before his sensei took o'er, his squad was called Owari. Meant teh end. Literally, girl. Ya see, Sai was a beast. Teh Sage seals we hunt? Dey're part of him. His flesh. Bits of'm using ungodly jutsu that make men into monsters t'at Kage fear. Senjutsu is what it's called, but lemme tell ya girl, it ain't natural...

His tone changed. Greatly. Hayato was transitioning from his rage to what seemed like partial admiration. "But Sai made it work. He was a medic-nin, jus' like yourself. He saved thousands of lives. He was called teh Storm Dragon. His brother was teh Sea Dragon, and teh last part of his squad was the Star Dragon. Teh brought honor to teh name Dragon, and in Ame it was teh highest rank. We looked up to'm. Even got to meet'm when we got out of teh academy. Sai ended up bein' teh Ame ambassador to Konoha, an' had this girl here he fell for. And dat's jus' it girl. No one truly knows what 'appened, 'cept Shin. Shin was dere. He saw what turned Sai into teh man you know. Teh man every single person hates. Shin don' ever talk 'bout it, but lemme tell ya dis: Shin is Sai's nephew, an' still betrayed him. Shin 'as killed two Jounin here already 'cause dey asked too many questions. Whate'er happened to teh guy, it cain't be toll jus' by words."

"But let me tell you dis. Teh Second Great Shinobi War was started right here in Konoha. Dey broke off from Ame and Kumo, but Kiri and Iwa jumped in, as well. Teh whole damn world was fightin'. When I lef' to hide in Suna, it was only 'cause Konoha had us Ame-nin on teh run an' the new alliance made by teh Dragons took no prisoners. Ame kicked'm out 'cause teh Kage wanted to try an' side with Konoha. That is the war I talk about. Not teh one you t'ink of. The Gen-Oh-Side you t'ink you know so much about didn't happened 'til Sai took o'er, and no one knows what teh 'ell happened to'm. I know, girl, I was dere. So when I tell youse it was a pointless war, I fuckin' mean it. But takin' down Sai after what he did... youse right, girl, he deserved it. But don't chu fuckin' act like youse know what happened. You only been tol', but chu didn't see. You didn' fight. You didn't run fo' yo god-damned life 'cause no one would harbor yah, an' you didn't see all the pain a' war from teh sidelines. . ."

The sense of nostalgia left. It was replaced with despair. It became obvious that somewhere in his storytelling, Hayato lost himself to his own pent up rage. His own faults as one might say. Hayato threw away his years as a prodigy, his youth, to run in hiding. To stay hidden in desserts and to live a meager life. That was taken away by far more than Sai. That was taken away by every single person who fueled the war. Hayato and his youth was stolen, and he had all the rage in the world for it. "If youse wanna make it in dis worl', you gotta see it foh what it is. Dere was far more den jus' one sinner corruptin' teh worl'. None'ah dis would've e'er came tah be, girl, if the generation before us could've jus' handled demselves a bit better... it wasn't jus' one man, no matter how much evil he did. An' I'll be damned if I jus' listen to one lil girl tell me 'bout peace'n'war when she don't know jack shit 'bout either."