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4 yrs ago
Current Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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5 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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7 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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7 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
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7 yrs ago
Taking a short break from posting till Monday/Tuesday, hopefully will feel more creative and less brain-dead

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Seo watched the crowd, no, the mob with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, adjusting the carrier bag with all of his supplies slightly as it dug into his shoulder. Dressed in his usual clothes, he was under no worries of the mob suddenly turning their frustrations on him as he observed, looking to all the world as just another curious onlooker. The trouble at the gates was pretty much going as most would expect, but it seemed that one of the students heading for the side gates had gotten into a bit of an altercation with a few of the seniors. While Seo was too far away to see what was said, he could hazard a guess, and chuckled as the potential thugs were sent scattering when the student exploded into a torrent of fire. Little overkill, but whatever it takes to send the message, I guess.

"At least I know this year won't be dull." The youth muttered, taking a moment to stretch out before making his way to the side gate where they were all supposed to go, twirling a few strands of hair between his fingers as he idly wondered what kind of circus had been gathered so far.



Seo couldn't help but raise an eye at some of the others but held his tongue for the moment as he let people introduce themselves. The teacher themselves seemed. . . odd, to say the least, but given the nature of the class, it was really to be expected. He dragged slowly behind one girl, giving her time to introduce herself before stepping forward himself. Once he was within talking range, however, he'd merely give a short wave to them all(more of a mock salute really) with his ID in hand before falling into the seat next to the girl who'd arrived before him. Riffling through one of his pockets, he pulled out a sucker to pop into his mouth, before opening his bag to pull out a book. Flipping it open to he found a dog-eared page, licking his thumb before he set to straightening it back out. Once he'd done that, he set himself to the task of picking up where he'd last left off in the story, absently beginning to chew on his bottom lip as he threw himself into whatever the story was.

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Yakushi Residence, Konohagakure--->Path to Academy, Konogakure
Daybreak, Present Day



Tsume let out a light yawn, the rhythmic tapping of fat raindrops on her umbrella proving an effective sleep-aid for the energetic girl, the dreariness of the day compounding with the exhaustion brought about by her fight with Sawako earlier.

"Stupid Sawako-san, making me wear this tight thing for my graduation. . . I bet no one else is going to be weary stuff like this. . . . ugggh." The young kunoichi groaned in distress at her predicament, feet stomping angrily against the dirt road when she spotted a familiar figure through the rain. It took her a second to recognize them, though once she did, a loud cheer would follow as she jogged over to catch her white-haired classmate in a one-armed headlock. "HIIIII Peichan!! I see you're on your way to the graduation ceremony too, right!?"

Still holding the boy in a tight grip, she looked around, the excited grin turning into a rather mystified look as she released him so they could talk properly.

"Hey, where's the, uh, the redhead that's always stuck to your side like glue? Not often I see ya by yourself."

@Grey

Piazza d'acero, a shopping mall adjacent to Cafe Dumonte
Somewhere in Switzerland

August 12th, Present day, Afternoon
Tags: @Demon Shinobi@Kyouki@Ambra



Caterina was almost unrecognizable as she strode beside Kurune. The dulcet brown of her hair replaced by a rather impressive looking blonde wig(though she still had a green highlight dye applied to the bangs that contrasted nicely with the fierce amber of her eyes. Her outfit was a casual thing, a light blue skirt that just skimmed the top of her knees matched with a dark aquamarine top and an olive half jacket to pull the whole thing together. There were already several bags held in hand over her shoulder as she seemed to be in the middle of a call with someone, chatting and giggling about something or other before hanging up the call with a pantomime kiss and a tap of her thumb. She did indeed catch the other girl's glance, placing a free hand on her hip as she returned Kurune's smile with a sly wink as she blew a little kiss her way.

Before she could say anything, however, Yoshi's voice crackled through their earpieces to inform them of the change in the situation. rather than respond to her "boss's" cry for info, Caterina merely grinned as she stepped up to Kurune, taking her hand with a girlish chuckle as she pulled the violet-haired girl along.

"Come on Kurune, I heard there was a boutique this way that was utterly to die for. Plus," A this point Caterina seemed to take over-dramatic pause, looking this way and that before leaning in to whisper into her partner's ear. . . or at least that is what it would seem to onlookers.

"Me and Kurune are keeping an eye on them, no need to get out of sorts Mr. Bossman. Oh, and Cyril? Fall asleep on this mission, and you and Kurune are getting double training afterward for the next two weeks, okay?" Quickly pulling away, she'd mime a kiss on either side of Kurune's face before backing away with a giggle that seemed to hold a little bit more malice than her other ones. She continued to pull them in the general direction of their targets, talking idly about nothing as she kept stopping at every store along the way so as to better hide their tailing.
Name:Kajiya Katsuya
Age: 14
Appearance: i.pinimg.com/564x/82/24/7e/82247e6017…
Village:Kumogakure
Rank: Genin
First Element: Earth
Second Element: N/A
Clan: Kajiya
Weapons/Equipment:
Ketsui: A sword of his own making, it has been enhanced by Kajiya smithing technique to be rather durable yet light and balanced to wield. Not only that, but it acts a chakra battery, enabling the user to store a small amount of chakra into the blade for later use. While it has even a small amount of chakra stored within, the blade uses it to perform self-maintenance, meaning it never needs to be sharpened or cleaned, though this does cause a small chakra drain from the stores.
Kajiya Forge Tools: Special equipment needed to perform Kajiya Seal Smithing.
Seal Expolosives:
10x Concussive bombs
10X Flashbangs
10X Smokebombs
10x Incendiary bombs
Fuinjutsu Supplies
30x Blank Tags
3X Storage Seals
Family: Kajiya Yo(Father)
Kajiya Yumeko(Mother)
Kajiya Masae(Older Sister)
Teacher: (i will decide this part.)
Past: Katsuya's childhood life was . . . simple. He had a home to come to, a loving carin family, a life devoid of much tragedy, strife, or even discomfort. The kajiya clan were, by and large, mainly a civilian clan of skilled smiths and craftsman, providing weapons and tools of exceptional quality to the Shinobi of Kumo through their specialized sealing techniques in exchange for the protection they recieve within it's borders. And Katsuya likely would have been just another one of them, despite his highly apparent fuinjutsu skill in his early years, if not for his siter deciding to buck convention. Instead of following in the footsteps of their father and taking up the ways of a smith, she pursued a career as a Shinobi of Kumo, quickly advancing up the ranks at an almost metoeric pace.

By the time Katsuya was old enough to have memories, his sister was already a well-reknowned Chunin, with a bevy of successful missions under her belt, powerful techniques that she often showed off to her younger sibling and, most importantly, more than a few war stories about her time on the field. From these stories, Katsuya found the sparks of inspiration that lit his imagination. It;s because of his sister that he wants to not only be a great blacksmith, but a great shinobi as well, using his experiences to craft the greatest Shinobi tools the world has ever seen.
Personality: Katsuya is, for lack of a better word, simple. When it comes to most things, he'll often have a hard time looking deeper than surface level, tends to be almost stupidly trusting of all people, and couldn't hold a grudge against even the worst of people. While not the excitable sort, he can very much give off an aura of positive energy. While prone to frustration and anger like anyone else, Katsuya seems the type to lack a single hint of malicious intent towards anyone, and often takes a rather pacifistic approach to conflict in most cases.

However, despite his simple attitude, one would be very mistaken to consider him an idiot of any kind. While uncaring of social norms in most cases, that can is something most caused by eccentricity rather than simple ignorance or lack of awareness. In most cases, Katsuya is fully aware that he is either being used by some or possibly intruding on others but simply doesn't care about these rules or standards. In his own words " I do what I want and what will make people happy. That's really all I care about doing." A quote that, while accurate, isn't entirely true.

More than anything else, Katsuya loves Fuinjutsu, to what some could consider an unhealthy degree. It's not uncommon to find the boy working hours into the wee hours of morning on a new sealing formula he wishes to test out in his latest weapon designs, eager to prove his mastery over his Clan's techniques over and over, with every failure only pushing him onward to learn from his mistakes and push his knowledge to it's limits.

---Skills---

Ninjutsu:5 (E-Rank)
Kenjutsu:15 (E-Rank)
Fuuinjutsu:30 (D-Rank)

---Clan Skills---
Kajiya Seal-Smithing Techniques: The Kajiya clan, while small in comparison to others, are well-known for their abilities to craft extra-ordinary weapons and ninja tools through the mixing of their Hiden Smithing and Fuinjutsu techniques. For most practioners, this simple means making blades with minor, but impactful effects such as increased durability, improved chakra flow, a honed cutting edge that never dulls, and the like. But for those with exceptional skill and dedication, they can access twist the clan techniques in wild new directions, forging truly special weapons with effects unlike anything ever seen before.

For Katsuya, he sits at a bit of a mid-point between the upper tier of what his clan usually stays at and the beginning of making weapons with truly innovative effects, but he's confident that he'll one day create something magnificient. That being said, when compared to a normal blacksmith, he's proven to be an excellant craftsman, with the use of fuinjutsu techniques along with his forging helping to drastically speed up the process without risking the integrity or qualiyt of his creations.

---Jutsu---

Kawarimi (cost's 20 Chakra)
Bunshin (cost's 10 Chakra and requires 20% Chakra Control.)
Henge (cost's 5 Chakra.)
Earth Release:Subterran Voyage
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique

---Stats---

Strength: 15 (Your physical strength)
Speed: 10 (Your physical speed)
Handseal Speed: 1 (How quickly you can form handseals.)
Agility: 10 (encompasses Flexibility and Reflex's)
Intelligence: 10 (Your technical knowledge, aka book smarts.)
Wisdom: 5 (Your physical knowledge, aka street smarts.)
Chakra Control: (7) 35% (1 point = +5% Chakra Control)
Chakra: (10) 200 (1 point = +20 Chakra)
Finesse: 10 (how Fluidly you can use your physical Skills like Taijutsu and Shurikenjutsu.)
Stamina: 15 (How long your character can last)
Ryo (Money): 2,000
will post a thing later today
After the first 3 volunteers went up, the rest generally fell in-line with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Noir seemed pleased none the less for the participation clapping his hand together after the last first years went.

"Ah yes, yes. It's a wonder to meet you all. Now then, with that out of the way, I should probably tell yo-"

"Actually, Noir," The silver-haired youth appeared next to his dark-haired compatriot in what seemed like an instant, lightly pushing him to the side as he took center stage before the crowd. "I think I'll be the one to tell them what we're doing. After all, it was partly my suggestion to the headmaster that them here." Silme's chuckle earned a confused frown from Noir, clearly not accustomed to the wolf Faunus offering to do, well, anything. That being said, he quickly stepped back and watched, looking unsure of whether or not Silme could be trusted to not pull some wild stunt.

"Now then, greenhorns, the test is pretty damn simple: We've noticed a gathering of Grimm out in the desert recently. Nothing too sizable, but definitely enough to be strange and worrisome to the nearby villages and what have you." Reaching into his pocket, Silme pulled out his scroll to casually tap a button. Soon after, a ringing came from every first year's scroll, the screen lighting up with first a document on the environmental conditions of the area and the types of Grimm that had been spotted among the gathering. It was mostly just your basic Creepers and Beowulves, though some reports talk of the possibilities of other kinds being present, so keep an eye out.. . oh, almost forgot about the Garuda. They'll make the landing a bit difficult ". . . but you're all huntsman, right? You all should be fine if you're worth your salt."

"Wait, what do you mean by 'landing'?" Noir's protest was quickly barreled over as Silme talked over him, gesturing towards a few people within the crowd.

"Okay so. . . my group of newbies was. . . Opal, Cherry, Orchard, and Caramel. . . that doesn't seem right, does it? Amara!"

"Opal's right, the rest are so off that I know you're just fucking with them, so don't waste our time with the schtick."

"Yes, hilarious really, but is no one going to bring up him using the word 'landing'?"

"Ahh, you're no fun, Amara. Wouldn't be proper of us Upperclassmen to let the freshies off without a little hazing." Silme waved the pink-ish red girl off before turning his attention back to the crowd. "Fine. Opal, Cerry, Ochre, and Carobelle. The lot of you are with me, so let me let you in on something. Us Third years aren't just here to make sure none of you kick the bucket, but we'll be the ones who decide whether you pass or fail based on what you see of your performance and how well you listen to our directions. And I'm a pretty strict grader, so you all best give it your best if you don't want to be sent packing after this is all over."

Silme let his words hang in the air for a moment as he went over to one of the windows, gazing out into the wide blue yonder with a sly grin before turning his eyes towards the ground. The intercom burst to life as a slight rising sensation was felt by everyone inside as the aircraft gained altittude


Senju Complex ->Academy, Konohagakure
Present Day, Daybreak



As the dreary rain beat a staccato rhythm against the rooftops of the Senju clan Compound, a young boy seemed oblivious to these sounds from where he sat. Head down against a desk littered with various sealing diagrams, papers, ink wells, and everything else the young Sealing prodigy could need, he lay in a deep but troubled sleep. His features were scrunched, and every passing second brought with it some twitch or low groan, tell-tale signs of a nightmare ravaging his poor mind. So tightly did this terror have a hold of him that even the sound of the rice-paper door sliding open did not wake him.

"Young Master? Young Master, it's time to get up." The servant was a man of elder years, a faithful servant of the Senju. But as he trudged through the mess of seal diagrams, half-opened scrolls, and who knows how brushes, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath about the indignity of the young man put under his charge. With a sigh, he placed on the boy's shoulder in order to rouse him. "Youn-"

The words had barely left his mouth when the boy suddenly jolted to an upright position at the man's touched, violet eyes wide and bloodshot as he brought up a sealing tag before him, breathing heavily as his gaze swept across the room. the servant, for his part, did his best to give the boy his space, knowing how he tended to get after his nightmares. . . though this one must've been rather bad for him to have this kind of reaction.

"Master Kiyoshi . . . calm yourself. It was only a dream." The servant held his hands out, makign sure to make no sudden movements as he waited for the young man to full come wake and come to his senses. The wait was not long, thankfully, as the hazy glare of Kiyoshi's gaze steady after a few blinks, tag lowering back to the desk as he rubbed at the bridge of his noses.

"Yes. . . Yes, of course." He muttered softly, looking down at his work from the previous night with a far off look. Before the servant could deem to try and comfort the boy with whatever words of wisdom he had, Kiyoshi raised a hand to silence him. "It's fine. It's not the first nightmare I've had. . . tell mother I'll be making my way to the academy in a bit."

". . . Do you not want to try. . speaking with her?"

"We both know how that will turn out." A cold reply, with barely a hint of remorse.

"But maybe-"

"I said no!" This time the words held heat, a heat that burned within the violet eyes glaring from beneath a messy curtain of scarlet. "I am a genin now, are I Not? Not a child that needs to hide under his mother's skirt whenever his mind plays tricks. It will pass, like always. So remember your place and do not push the subject."

". . . As you wish, young master." The servant let out a sigh, as he turned away to allow Kiyoshi to get ready in privacy. It was a vain hope, but the old man often hoped that the young master would try to take steps to overcome his trauma. His mother often confided in him how she feared her own child held some ill will against her, and after so many years serving the young boy. . . he was inclined to agree. Even with his unusual fear, his avoidance of his mother seemed extreme. But alas, there was nothing he could do. Trying to force the issue only worsened matters, as the old servant found the tales of Uzumaki stubbornness to be quite true in regards to the young heir. No, the only way this matter could be resolved is if the boy wished for it to be. He could only wish that day come sooner rather than later.


Kiyoshi walked to the Academy in his usual state of dress, with hair a barely combed mass of wild, messy waves, unkempt bangs framing an effeminate face, his small figure draped in a cotton yukata ill-befitting his station but much less costly o replace when it became inevitably stained with Fuin Ink. This morning, a particularly large ink smudge was present on his face, a remnant of the last night's project. He inwardly cursed his inability to stay awake, as he had likely negated last night's progress with his carelessness. Rubbing at his eyes, the boy took his seat towards the back of his room, setting his parasol to the side of him as he took a small scroll from the folds of his yukata. The parasol that he used was imbued with seals to improve its ability to protect against the rain, but still, the young Uzumaki felt a distaste for the weather around. Not only did it make for a poor omen, but it also meant he was unable to work on his seals before class. A truly irritating circumstance.

Alas, the day's irritations didn't seem to end with just poor weather, as Kiyoshi felt a different kind of chill crawl up his spine, a lone inkling that proceeded the coming storm that was Hyuuga Hikari. The branch member seemed to have it out for him for some idiotic reason that he couldn't begin to understand, and she proved a constant annoyance day in and day out. With any luck, today would be the last in which he ever had to interact with the she-devil ever again. That being said, 'interact'would be a strong word for what Kiyoshi did as Hikari stood in front of him.

While the Hyuuga's words flew into one ear and out the other, every step towards him prompted 3 steps away by Kiyoshi, his eyes kept downward as he felt his heart rate quicken in her presence, his breathing growing haggard as he sought a way out of this situation. I should've gone to get Shunpei. . he would be able to fend of this annoyance. . . or at the very least, assist me in facilitating a response.

Alas, Shunpei was not in sight, so Kiyoshi had to make due with what possessions he had on hand. Clenching the handle of his parasol tight, he made to walk around the Hyuuga, offering her no words of greeting nor even acknowledgment of her presence. Honestly, he just wished to be as far away from her as possible. He was hardly in the mood for her games in the first place, and after today's . . . incident, that mood had only worsened.
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