Reflection

Naruto: Revival

Kurin Senju
Location - Amegakure / Interaction - Team -@Seraphicide@BladeSS4/ Ame -@Odin@Write/ Yomi -@Syn
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Well, it was fairly obvious Yogensha wasn't weak. Guess that was something Kurin would have to tell the Hokage, simply because that was something to mention, considering his insistence that they go to Amegakure as soon as possible to protect her from attacks. The whole thing was going fast, but, he knew stopping the remainder from escaping would be a waste of time and resources. Instead, he had a better idea. The wood shinobi ran directly for Kareha, already molding chakra inside his body. Havoc was already on his way out, so he had to make this fast. He let out a breath, and as Kareha was making her leap out of the room, she passed through the nearly invisible cloud of spores he had breathed out. Spores stuck to her hair, attached to the hilt of her sword, and sneaked into the grooves of her sandels. She was gone, but there was more than enough spores not attached to something on her person. But...

Kurin turned to Tashiro, and spoke quickly. "Tashiro, please introduce us to Lady Yogensha. Nousagi and I have to start mapping their movements as soon as possible." Normally he would have done the greetings, but it was clear enough at a glance that with the rainy climate of the village, it would take both him, Nousagi, and a map to properly gauge where the duo of criminals was running to. "Make sure to be polite, we are guests in her village."

Pulling a map from the pack he wore on his back, he began to unfurl the parchment. Nousagi stood nearby, using his byakugan to calculate speed, trajectory, and their possible paths out the village. They'd be able to use Kurin's ability to track them well past Nousagi's byakugan range, but it was far less precise. With a marker in one hand, Kurin was prepared for the long observation. Nousagi though couldn't help but take interest in two other things though. Particularly the girl, clearly in possession of the Byakugan herself, and the boy from the tournament. He had nothing to say to the boy, since between the two of them their business was over, for now. Though... The girl and him may indeed have business in the future.
"Impressive." Nousagi commented, clearly directing it at Sayuri. "Explains why you where chosen to represent Amegakure at the Kage summit. Your parents must be proud." Only to then turn his attention back to Kurin and his map to inform him of the duo's travel speed.

Naruto: Revival

Jaakuna Aka
Location - Iwagakure / Interaction - @Seraphicide
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It was impressive, discussing stuff like this again. Most fights in the old days where like this. A good bickering just to get a feel of who you fought. All the great names did it, since killing without letting people know who did it never left a reputation. But to that extent, it was interesting to know his legend was passed on a bit past his death. After all, wouldn't Iwagakure remember him. "Old news, buddy. But I'm setting up the biggest prank of my life." He chuckled, teeth flashing at his opponent.
"Right now, you and I are just filling in the gaps of a much bigger story. I think you'll be my filler villain. I could use a few of those."

Notably it seemed Kisuke had a weapon that could absorb chakra. Since he so easily seemed to cut right through both of his attacks. That was always a fun thing, and unlike Samehade it didn't seem like Kisuke's weapon had a grudge against eating fire. At least the man seemed nice enough, still lots of chatting. "So in all honesty, the real question is this, Kisuke Sagara. What do you think we're doing? Are you setting up something bigger? Because I can tell from a glance something special about you." There was a pause as he brushed his hair aside, allowing the two to match eyes for a moment. "You're playing a game of your own, aren't you? I played fake before, and I can smell it on you. You've been at this game a long time. The way you hold yourself, the way you speak. You can fool others easy, but me? I think you and I have a bit of a thing going on~ And I like that a lot. It's actually pretty interesting picking my words right, so I don't spoil the surprise for anybody spying. But you're good. The good kind of good that makes me excited." A smile for extra measure crossed his lips.

He took a step closer, letting his fan drag along the ground. "So, because I haven't introduced myself formally... My name is Jaakuna Aka. It's nice that you know my name, cuts out some of the bullshit on having to tell you my past." He spun the handle, taking another step closer, as if he was ready to greet a friend. "I've got bigger fish to fry too. But, if we're going to play this game, then how about this for a game. You ask a question, and then I ask a question. Deal?" He didn't give Kisuke a chance to reply, since what fun was a game without a little pressure. He darted forward, striking out with his fan in small quick swipes. It all seemed, playful. "I'll start. What's your favorite color?"

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Clones - Doing something wicked...

It was a nice house. Small, didn't stick out at all and Jaakuna may have missed it if he wasn't looking for it to begin with. There was just one problem, the family living there. The house was occupied by five people at this point in time. A father, clearly in his later years judging by the stripes of white hair. Then there was the mother, who was just as old, and kinda haggy looking judging from the wrinkles and how she hunched over. And a daughter, about the age to enter the academy if she was even able. Finally, there was two clones of Jaakuna, one standing in front of them, growling with his teeth bared like a feral dog. The second was seated comfy and stretched out on the dresser as if the whole world revolved around him.
"WHERE is the cellar!" The first clone growled, holding the man off the ground with a hand. His teeth snapped in rage as the man panicked before him.
"T-There is no cellar! I swear, I don't know what you're talking about!" He pleaded, hands clutched together. "Look, I've lived here fo-"
"Twenty years, right? Well the guy who lived here first had a cellar, so where is it?" Jaakuna growled, tossing him to the floor. "Trust me, it's either you show me where the door is, or I bust your floor open!"
"You know, I think Seijuro would have been smart enough to seal it off..." The second clone said, huffing softly and rolling his eyes. "So we'll have to break the stupid floor anyway."
"Don't you dare break my floor!" The older man shouted, kicking the clone uselessly. "I will not be treated this poorly in my o-"
THWACK! The man hit the wall hard, and the crashing sound of plates and cups filled the air. "Oh shut up..." Jaakuna said, raising his hand and smashing it against the floor. Large cracks began to form along the floor, spreading slowly before another strike caused the center to cave in. The third smack broke the floor completely, and the two clones fell into a secret room. The family left on the first floor, with a hole stuck between them and the exit.

The room below was surprisingly large, as it managed to stretch well beyond the area originally set. It was the home of Seijuro for several years, plotting in secret, with plenty of puppets hidden away for him and him alone to use. Large scrolls lined the walls, But now they where probably empty. Their puppets removed and placed in a better hiding spot. But there was one puppet left of any value, and as the two clones looked around the dust filled room, they pushed aside piles of paper. Plans and design schematics for other puppets, including one of all things a schematic for a human puppet based off Jaakuna himself. Though considering all the old members of his criminal team where given similar documents, it was clear that Seijuro may have been expecting them all to die at one point.
Looking over a desk, the first clone began to unravel a set of larger scrolls. Each marked with a number counting up. 一, 二, 三, 四, 五, 六, 七, and 八. Number 1-8.
"I got it." The second clone grinned from ear to ear as he picked up the largest scroll in the room. Marked for all to see was 九, exactly what they where looking for. The number marked on it was the one for nine, but the clones took whatever scrolls they could carry either way, slinging each of the nine scrolls over their back. Only the 九 scroll mattered to them, but the rest could be useful. They leapt from the hole, and vanished. Making their way as quickly as they could out of the village. And they where gone.

Kurin Senju
Location - Amegakure / Interaction - Team -@Seraphicide@BladeSS4
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"Well, I guess we're moving in as a team of three." Kurin said, turning to look at Kai. He handed the Byakugan user a radio, just to make sure they could remain in contact if things went south for either team. "Nousagi, Tashiro, I'll take point." despite the team being oddly set up without a jonin captain, Kurin knew he could make it work. Shame they didn't have one, but that's just the kicks isn't it?

He kept things rather polite between himself and the border guard shinobi. Mostly explaining the situation, and receiving silence in return. In all honesty, he knew why. Nobody liked having the safety of their village questioned, especially by a Hokage who couldn't protect his own. But as things where, it was best not to push matters more than they had to. He gestured for the others to follow along, making note that the pace was fairly simple. Nothing too fast, suggesting there was no urgency, but faster than a leisurely stroll, suggesting they had some reason to be moving. Either because they wanted to get this over with... Or... He decided not to think too hard on it.

Nousagi though was the most aware of the group. His eyes where active, gazing ahead of the group to make sure there was no ambush. And yet... He noticed something before the others. "Tashiro, you where there fighting the terrorists, correct?" He kept it... Civil, so nobody thought too much of his question. "Tell me, what kind of men did you fight? I heard they wore black uniforms, with skulls on them. Kind of childish to be honest. And what about a fan? I heard one of them had a fan on his person." He was leading Tash on, knowing that if Tash corrected him, and mentioned an umbrella instead... Well, with his eyes, he could tell from a great distance that Yogensha was in a meeting. When the Black Ops shinobi came, they had to increase the pace. So as his eyes narrowed in, he caught snippets of their conversation.
'I fought one of your companions- I had made it evident I have no interesting in the conflict between your group- I offered them the ability to come talk and discuss with me at any time.'
Interesting, but for now there was no point to jump any bridges... But the Hokage would be interested. Nousagi followed Tashiro up the tower, pulling his focus back just a bit. Judging from the state of Yogensha's heart, she wasn't afraid, instead... He suspected some kind of calmness... Planning. But it was clear that their arrival would breed conflict. May as well cut their conversation shorter...

Kurin was the first into the room, Nousagi to his right. From the odd wink from the Hyuuga he knew something was wrong. A morse code of speaking, so he wasn't surprised to see members of the terrorist cell when he stepped in. He raised a hand, and it began to splinter and grow. Already ripping the bandages of his arm apart and slamming into the two doors. The twisting metal wrapped around the sudden growth, which forced them easily apart. A hole opening up wide enough for the three to step in. "You know, you could allow us the moment of greetings before attacking." Kurin said, before looking over to the Lady Yogensha and her two aides. "Sorry for the arrival, the Hokage asked us to speak with you. I was unaware you had guests already. We would have gladly waited outside for our turn."

"Nousagi, take the swordsman with Tashiro. I'll see what I can do to keep this encounter brief." Kurin said, a direct order to his two allies. Hopefully both Amegakure and Konohagakure could work together on this, but... He figured it was better than nothing. At least they had the number advantage. "If you surrender and lay down your arms, I'm sure we can discuss some kind of arrangement and a proper trial for your crimes."

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Ocha Kyusu
Location - Iwagakure / Interaction - @Seraphicide
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Ocha was seated comfortably as the shinobi began to die in front of him. Their corpses falling to the ground, spasming out as life left their bodies. And the seal that kept his power restrained died with them. Clever Tsuchikage. That idea that if somebody tried to show up and kidnap him that he should be more than capable of fighting back. He clasped his hands together, well before Seijuro entered the building. Slowly a mist began to seep from his body, vanishing and mixing in the poison cloud that filled the entire building. That was just enough of what he needed. Because by the time Seijuro stepped in, whatever he had in mind was... Meaningless. Since he now entered a world where Ocha himself was in charge.

Seijuro was a puppet, that much was clear at a glance. Judging merely from the creaking of his joints, and just the smell of him. The Ocha Kyusu he met in his cell was rather relaxed, smiling even at the dead who littered the floor. He didn't seemed scared, in fact he seemed amused. Though in a way it helped that such things where a frequent occurrence for him. He'd never manage to count on ten hands the number of times he'd been met with would be assassins or others who claimed some kind of greater claim over him. He drummed his fingers together, and kept his eyes on Seijuro as he spoke. "Well... That's clearly a tricky situation." He said, leaning forward. "Either I go along willingly, or you kill me. Mind I ask what you even want of me first? After all, if you're merely holding me hostage for something I'm not interested. If you have something else planned, I do have a morbid curiosity. Since I'm more than aware that Sano is a part of your gang."

It may take Seijuro a moment, but they had met before. Briefly, and long ago back when Ocha worked under Sano. He was his bodyguard, having operated for the previous Mizukage, and then for Sano when the tides had turned. Being close to the man in charge had given Ocha a few, albeit brief chances to meet the mastermind behind the last great shinobi war. Ocha himself having done a fair amount of research following Seijuro's death, so he wasn't surprised by this whole ordeal. "You see, I'm rather busy. I have a village to run, and I don't plan to be in Iwagakure much longer. My original plan was to walk out, but you've complicated that a little. So, to keep things brief, tell me what exactly you want of me, and you can be out of this village without a wasted effort. I appreciate it so much more when others come to a better understanding of each other."

Ocha stood up, and pressed his hand against the cell door. Easily he pushed it aside, looking the puppet master in the eyes. "You are a smart man after all. There is no point in killing me, and I've no interest in sitting in a cage without reason."

Naruto: Revival

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Naruto: Revival (An AU Naruto RP)

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Naruto: Revival

Bumu Aka
Location - Konohagakure - Ramen Shop / Interaction - @GlitchyBugger
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Hime sure talked a lot... Speech after speech, but... Maybe that was what she was good at. Boundless optimism. Bumu barely paid her mind at first, but gradually... 'It's the whole point of us being here.' Bumu slowly looked up from his bowl, eyes dragging their vision along the table counter, where he'd managed to spill some noodles. 'What do you think he would do?' Yeah, what would Ginsho do? Probably die... Nah, that was an accident. That wasn't part of any plan. 'No! He wouldn't give up, he'd keep going and use his memory of you to push him further.' Would he really push further? Slowly, Bumu's gaze drifted up. Bit by bit, he looked her in the eyes. Those sparkling eyes, of an ice fairy that just couldn't shut up. Why didn't she? Just leave him to his misery? Why was she doing this for him?

'But before all that, what you do is you promise to their grave and their spirit that you'll do everything you can!'
Bumu just looked at Hime, his face stuck in a frown as he wiped a noodle away from his nose. He... Didn't want here to shut up. For some reason, he didn't much feel like crying anymore. Slowly he raised a sleeve to his cheeks, wiping away tears that didn't exist. 'We'll punch Jaakuna in the face!' Would they? It seemed impossible. They were only Chunnin, it wasn't like they could just track him down and land a hit on him. He was the host of the nine-tailed fox, the strongest shinobi of his generation. But. The way Hime said that made it seem not only possible, but certain. They'd punch him right in that smug face!

'We could be happy, angry, tired, stern... Anything but sad, you know?' She was right, why be sad? There are many other emotions to feel. Slowly the sides of Bumu's lips began to rise. A smile, softly began to cross his face. Happy was better than sad, right? It must be, his heart didn't feel nearly as bleeding. It was almost as if she cooled the burning hate that boiled up in his chest. A cool breeze. It was nice, made the humid night and all this rain feel easy to deal with. 'And it's not very Bumu of you to be in a downer when you're always skipping about and being so cheeky and foxish.' She knew him better than he knew her it seemed. Bit by bit that smile was gone. Nodding along as he opened his eyes, no longer his traditional squint.

"Hey, that's exactly what I needed to hear." Pulling the bowl to his lips, Bumu slurped it all up in one go, sighing softly before the bowl clinked against the table. "I think I get it. I'm the only one who can be me. I can't just let the hard work of others vanish without putting up a fight. I don't need to be them. I can be Bumu!" He stood up, grinning from ear to ear as if something he knew had been reaffirmed.

"You know... Sometime I'll have to return the favor." Bumu said, looking outside of their little hut. The fox ninja smiled, and stood up as the rain had dried up well by now. "I think I'll return to the shrine. Think on things a bit more. You know? I think I just need to take some time... To be honest, you're the best human I've met." But Bumu was gone before Hime could ask further just what he meant.

Kurin Senju
Location - Amegakure outskirts - Before the Village / Interaction - Team -@Seraphicide@BladeSS4
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The Land of Rain... A group of four had traveled the distance there, on orders of the Hokage. Kurin himself looked like a mummy, something out of stories from distant lands. But, part of him didn't care. It was a distinguished look that many great shinobi had pulled off in the past. Kurin was designated team leader, mostly because that was where he really shone. Nousagi and Kai where rather redundant, but Kai's presence was on request of the Hyuuga apparently. Something about needing a servant to take care of the trash. Made sense, the Hyuuga clan was infamous for their contempt for other life. Something about being the closest to gods with their eyes. Tashiro on the other hand was... Well Kurin couldn't help but feel it was something of a work in progress. The swordsman's style clashed with the rest of the team, with the byakugan users being powerful close range fighters, and Kurin himself being a great shinobi at area control and defense. A close range swordsman with the water jutsu though was probably in-disposable in this environment though.

Now, they stood on the border of the land of water, not yet having entered the rain soaked areas of the land. That was closer to the central village, but still they moved tightly as a group, as was the best way to do these things. "We have a few hours before we reach the village, the closer we get, the more on guard you should be. Apparently the new Hokage is not... Well liked amongst the other villages at the moment." That was an understatement. The Hokage's push for justice in the very recent Kage Summit had the Mizukage arrested, and charges even some of the elders of Konoha felt where trumped up. His grandmother in particular spoke fairly frequently in the last few months of her dislike of Shinko. In fact, he was well aware the Hyuuga clan wasn't fond of him. Mostly because he came out of nowhere, and his actions where already leading Konoha closer to war. "As such, we should explain our reason for being here if we're approached. We have the agreement that all kages where requested to sign at the Kage Summit." He was almost envious of the other squads, getting villages on better terms with Konoha.

"Before you proceed, the rain up ahead is full of chakra. It's a detection technique." Nousagi spoke, standing beside Kurin. Nousagi's byakugan was active, spying ahead of the group and easily detecting the chakra signature that loomed over the village. "It's Yogensha. This entire village reeks of her chakra." The young Hyuuga added, clearly keeping things to business. His aide, Kai, had been his special request. Something about their ability to synergize being the most important part of their moveset.
"Yes, but do you see any border patrol, we're still a good distance away before we even reach the rain." Kurin replied, glancing over to the duo of Hyuuga and Otsutsuki. "I'd like to make a good first impression."
"So... Tashiro. Member of the Hokori clan, correct?" Nousagi asked Tashiro, though it was more like a scathing remark than a question. "Your clan is literally named after dust, which makes a fair amount of sense. You yourself look like you haven't bathed properly in a good month. Strange, considering I've been told you use water jutsu, correct?"
"Nousagi, we're a team... Don't try to antagonize the others." Kurin scolded, recieving a smile from the Hyuuga. Clearly he was having his... Fun before the real work began.

Naruto: Revival

Bumu Aka
Location - Konohagakure - Ramen Shop / Interaction - @GlitchyBugger
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Well, that cinched it. It was really obvious that Hime was one of Jaakuna's kids, but... Maybe it was best she didn't know right now. Maybe at one time it would have been a big deal, but now? Probably best it remained forgotten. "To be honest... All this ninja stuff? It's not for me. You remember Chojiro Akimichi, right?" Bumu asked, though he wasn't entirely sure if anybody did. "He died in the exam. To be honest, I don't think anybody noticed. But... You know, it's just kind of haunting me." There was a short pause as Bumu looked down to his bowl. Stirring around a chunk of meat, he scarfed it down in one go. "I mean, I've killed people before you know. But it was just always they where the bad guys, and I was the good guy kinda stuff. I'm not a kid, and yet I still feel like. I still get a rush, like it's all for fun! And Chojiro was one of the good guys, and he died!"

Bumu looked to the ice fairy, wondering if she knew that feeling. She was a hero too, still kinda a kid in her own right. Or maybe she was just so simple minded that she never thought about it. Maybe ignorance is bliss, but not for Bumu. The fox had always craved new things. New experiences, even when he lived at the shrine with his half-siblings. "Well... You know, the whole thing really gets you thinking about what you're doing with your life. I thought being a ninja was fighting bad guys. But with Jaakuna being a bad guy, and Ginsho dying, and Chojiro... I just... I'm thinking of going back to the shrine. You know, where my mom is." He frowned, and stirred his chopsticks around a bundle of noodles. "I mean, now that I have ninja moves I can probably protect the shrine from vandals. And hey, the others won't have a worry about a b-bastard child messing with their family legacy more! Y-You kn-know!?" Bumu hunched over, but there where no tears. Instead, there was a choking sound, teeth clenching together. Foxes didn't cry, but now Bumu wanted more than anything to fight evolution. "I-I can't even cry right! What the hell is wrong with me?" Fingers brushed through his scarlet hair, eyes wide in mixed grief as he looked down to the bowl in front of him.

"What a fucking mess this whole world is!" Bumu half shouted, muffled as he was face down into his ramen. "You think you're going to fix something, and what happens? You just end up making it worse by the end of things. Ginsho went to fight Jaakuna, and now he's dead! I wanted to be a Jonin, and I got Chojiro killed! Why fight for anything if somebody is going to die like that? Miles from home in a puddle of fucking water!?" This was as close to tears as Bumu could get... And still it felt so tangible.

And rain continued to fall...

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Jaakuna Aka
Location - Amegakure - Ramen Shop / Interaction - @Seraphicide - @Savato
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The fox came into view, a smile on his lips as he looked at Kisuke. "Well... Aren't you the observant one?" He asked, hands on his hips, but despite how relaxed he seemed... Jaakuna was on high alert. Not everybody could pinpoint him that easily, but hey, just means the man was deserving of some kind of prize. Maybe a chat, since it seemed the man's goal was merely to keep him busy for now. "I like you, Kisuke. I like your name too. Maybe you'll like me too. But, if you're really curious about why we're here, beats me." He shrugged to add emphasis to his claims. "I'm just a distraction for all the big fighters wasting their time punching each other and letting loose."

Kisuke was clearly a hand to hand kind of guy. Makes sense if he was the Tsuchikage's guy. The Tsuchikage himself seemed pretty hand to hand when he wasn't outright spitting lava around like a freaking fool. But while he thought all this, Jaakuna's hand lifted up to his back. Fingers drummed against the war fan sitting comfy on his back, as if he was waiting to pull it out and fight back. He'd know when Kisuke was ready, any kind of flair up in intent would make it clear a million miles away what was about to happen. The five orbs that fluttered behind him seemed rather pleased with themselves too. As if this whole thing was just teetering on the edge. "Between you and me, I'm sure we're just going to be wasting time while we fight. But... That's what we both want. To waste time."

Jaakuna struck first, swinging his war fan in a wide arc. He expected Kisuke to block it, the reason behind the well telegraphed attack. Because his second move was to use one of the orbs floating next to him. Without warning, a wave of fire erupted forth from it, aimed directly at Kisuke and scorching everything in its path. The rooftop of the building turned an ashy black, charred and filling the air with the smell of burning clay. The heat alone caused the air to ripple and wave in distress. Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku!

Jaakuna started by keeping it simple. After all, he wasn't sure what Kisuke was capable of, so starting off with a fire jutsu seemed like a great point to test the man's metal.

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Against Rukia...

Aerial targets? Those are easy. Especially when they probably don't see you coming. Just a clone for now, but that was a good enough place to be for Jaakuna right now. A shuriken in each of his hands as he stood on a rooftop, a fair enough distance away that the airborne lass may not notice. But he was there, and he was aiming on her focus to be all on the shark man. Two shuriken spun in his hand, and he threw them. But two became two hundred, all aimed directly at the flying girl's exposed back. Enough spread was accounted for just in case she made a sudden swerve in her flight path. As the shuriken got closer, they suddenly exploded. A few may have hit her in the back, or another may have gotten itself stuck in her boosters. That's probably hurt, bring her down to ground level. Let's see how well she does against somebody who enjoyed a good joke, unlike the shark man who wouldn't know decent humor if it swam up and ate his young.

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Ocha Kyusu
Location - Iwagakure / Interaction - ???
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"So, this is the Mizukage? Creepy."
Ocha Kyusu felt... Well not humiliated. In fact, he seemed pretty good natured about this whole mess. Even if he was in cuffs. The most important thing was that he wasn't dressed in his usual outfit. That wasn't fit for a prisoner of Iwagakure it seemed, since they gave him a kind of orange jumpsuit. Sleeveless of course, and he refused to wear the shoes they offered. Though what probably stood out was his skin. Pitch black, with only the orange glow of his eyes and his teeth adding any kind of splash of color to the whole thing. Sharp teeth, kind of like a monster out of a child's fairy tail. Or something looking up from the depths of the ocean. The smile he flashed to the two guards across from him, both having been tasked with collecting his 'stuff' and dressing him into his new uniform. Something they had to wear thick gloves for.
"I just, never really thought about what lay under that outrageous outfit, you know?" The first guard said as he watched Ocha from the other side of the cell.
"Oh yeah, you weren't around for the war, where you kid?" The second guard, a much older man said with a small laugh. "This guy was responsible for breaking the stalemate at Toshi River."
"Toshi river?" Ocha asked from his seal, legs crossed as he took a seat on the only chair he'd been allowed. He figured this currently rather dull setting was just a stand by until something nicer was ready to be provided. "Oh yes, now I remember you." Ocha smiled, clearly amused at how small the world was. "You where the one who asked who I was. The others... All to scared to approach me. Especially after my... Little display."

"What did he do?" The younger guard asked, leaning in as he became... Curious about the Mizukage.
"See, this loony wrapped up like a corpse showed up one day around the second month of the stalemate. Back when Kiri and Iwa where working together. See, Tsuchikage wasn't happy with how little progress we where making, and we requested support from the Mizukage who was dealing with his own bag of trouble." The older shinobi said, slowly weaving his story. "So instead of an army of support, we got this one guy. Showed up personally, and even some of the Kiri guys in the group didn't know who he was. But he went directly to the captain, and started asking questions. Didn't speak to anybody else, just met with the captain who seemed... Scared. I didn't know it was for good reason at the time." Ocha laughed, clearly enjoying this recounting of the battle. "Suddenly, he walks to the edge of the trenches. He began to strip off bandages till he was in his pants. He began forming handseals, and suddenly this mist began to roll in. He told the rest of us to get inside something, and we sealed the whole thing up as he walked out onto the field with a hand picked group of like twenty kiri ninja in full body gear. Gas masks, the whole deal! A few of the guys with sensory techniques relayed the whole thing. That mist seemed to be poison! Anybody who got caught it in started screaming in pain till we could hear it from well across the river."
"And when they opened up the doors to their hide-y hole... The entire Konoha battalion was dead." Ocha added, wrapping up the story rather tightly.
"That they where." The old timer said, looking over to his fellow guard who looked... Amazed, yet scared.
"And we have to guard this guy?" He asked, pointing to Ocha.
"Kage's orders, can't say no. Besides, that nullification field is more than enough to keep him for using that poison mist of his." The senior replied, almost smiling.

"Not really, but you caught me on a good day." Ocha smiled, leaning back and letting his toes brush against the metal bars of his cell, balancing himself out. Ocha laughed softly, and tilted his head as he heard a sound. "Oh, it seems you're under attack. Just so you know, it's not one of mine. I didn't even sanction anything of the like with my assistant before I left." He wasn't really looking too hard into it, but he could tell something was wrong. "I'm excited. This whole day just gets more and more fun."

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Itsuki Hozuki
Location - Kirigakure / Interaction - ???
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Itsuki Hozuki, prized apprentice of the Mizukage, was troubled. Before him sat a series of papers... Mostly they where all letters, but what was written in them was of concern. "And you're sure about all this?" Itsuki said, looking to his left at the messenger. He was perplexed, judging from the look of confusion on his face. But Itsuki had to admit, this was a case he was unfamiliar with.
"Yes, Lord Itsuki." The messenger said, sorrow in his eyes. "These are all photos and letters from the people of Kuniumi, the island closest to the..."
"Yes, the dark continent." Itsuki interrupted, looking back to the photos. There where fisherman, islanders in all these photos. All bedridden. That alone wasn't of much concern, but it was something else that caught his eyes. In some of the pictures, there where lumps forming underneath the skin. Pressing up and stretching out the bones in disgusting ways. Some of them made it look like people where growing horns. Then... There was the corpses. The lumps where just the first in a series of terrible mutations. Specifically, bones. Most of the corpses where malformed skeletons, with bones growing out and their own organs impaled by the sudden growth that went inwards. The villagers claimed that it was one in a generation, but now, it was an epidemic. "They're requesting medical assistance, but... Until we even know how it's spreading we can't risk the usual medical teams. I may have to go personally." He sighed softly, and rubbed his temples, raking his mind for any other ideas. He couldn't handle an epidemic on his own, but nobody else could be risked for something like this, much less allowing the risk of it laying dormant and returning to the mainland. Itsuki's unique body structure allowed him to do this, but others...

"Give me some paper, I have to send a letter to somebody who I know can help." Itsuki said, smiling as a sheet was handed to him. Pen in hand, he began to write , beginning with the name of the shinobi he planned to address. Namine Akizakura, the only medical shinobi he knew who could help with this kind of epidemic. Handing the letter off, he took a seat, and began to wait.

Naruto: Revival

@Olira There are plenty of medical ninja and what not. I think it's one of those things I'll need to see more of to get an understanding of what you're looking for. Since a straight up nuclear physicist would stand out like a sore thumb in a bad way.

Send me and Seraphicide the details, and we'll let you know. There may actually be something we can suggest to help you flourish your idea.

Naruto: Revival

@Olira Yes we are. We just entered Arc 2, so new character spots are opening up.

Naruto: Revival

Bumu Aka
Location - Konohagakure - Aka Clan Manor Outskirts / Interaction - @GlitchyBugger
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"What're you doing up there, foxy? Want to go eat something and talk about it? I'll pay."

Bumu's fingers relaxed, and he looked down to the streetlamp laden streets below. The fox shinobi sighed again, eyes laying down upon the ice fairy. Hime Yuki, huh? Bumu barely knew them, which was odd considering the social butterfly he tended to be. And yet... The more Bumu thought about it, the less he seemed to notice. The less he really knew other shinobi. He knew... Kaba. Barrier kid, really strong... Had Daddy issues? Kurin was a stiff guy who didn't smile much because he was all business. But why? Why was he all business. Stuff like that just kept repeating in Bumu's head. He knew so many people, but nothing about them.

"You'll pay, huh?" Bumu replied, after a good ten seconds of silence. He jumped down onto a lower roof, and then hopped down further till he was balanced on the very spikey tip of a lamp. He seemed... curious as he watched Hime. "Look, if you're here to pity me... Thanks. I need that a bit." He chuckled softly, as if he just got the world's greatest joke. Kind of twisted to be honest. But, he wasn't about to turn down charity. His nose wrinkled as he sniffed the air, and he knew just the shop to get food. "You like Ichiraku? The old man's a bit stingy with the broth, but his meat is cooked to perfection!" Bumu raised a hand, letting the oversized sleeves of his outfit roll back so he could claps his hands together and sigh. Dreaming briefly of chicken, the duo where well through ordering when he snapped out of it.

"So... Hime right? Your mom was... Uh..." He paused, trying to remember what village the Yuki clan even came from. She was a good few years older than him to start with, so it was kinda like talking to ones mom or something. "It's the water one, right?" Slurping up a string of noodles (With a noodle slapping his nose for extra measure) Bumu just let the whole thing sink in. "Look... To be honest, this whole thing is a mess..." He grumbled softly, glancing down the street where they had come from. "I don't even got proof the guy is my dad. This thing? Used to be one of his, but I pretty much cashed in everything on that." Hime probably knew that feeling too. Apparently she didn't even know who her dad was. There where guesses sure, and the Aka f- Wait a minute, that's where he knew her face!

It was about 8 years ago, human time. Bumu had approached the Aka estate, using the coat, a letter from his mother, and the family crest his mother had to prove his father's identity. They didn't take it well even then. Leaving the fox in a room for hours, thinking he couldn't hear them. He could hear everything. The bickering over money. Bumu didn't care about that, but that was humans. Until they sat him down, took a photo, and made a file. Fingers, DNA, everything before they filed it away. There where a lot of names there. Faces and photos all around... And Hime Yuki had been one of them, only now did he get why they had a filling cabinet.

"But hey... At least now that he's back I can say hello, right?" Bumu smiled, though it was weak, nervous, and... Sad. Part of him didn't even want to meet his dad at this point.

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Jaakuna Aka
Location - Yomigaeri Base / Interaction - @Seraphicide@ZeroXposure
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Conversation over... Huh. Jaakuna hated this, a complete shutdown of a conversation, as if he was being scolded. The Fox shinobi followed after Seijuro, pulling down the fox skull mask that had been chosen for him. His dark robes flourished behind him, as if he was still a hero and this was his cape. "I think you mistake what I mean." He hissed, walking alongside Seijuro. His 'partner' had a way of commanding all attention with a word. He hated that. But, there was no point arguing it for now, he'd have to get what he needed later. Because for now, there was an empty hole in his chest. A hole where Kurama used to lay and give him strength unimagined. Once upon a time he could have killed all these kages on his own, but now? He felt weaker, denied his significant strength. He should have beaten Ginsho two moves sooner!

Though, the night was at least nice. Jaakuna loved a good night time. Plenty of darkness, plenty of quiet. But Iwagakure was not the place to go running around at night. In fact, he silently cursed that there wasn't any Iwagakure shinobi in their little entourage. The village was... Probably on alert. After their little display in Konoha, he expected the Tsuchikage to be not only on guard, but extremely defensive. Jaakuna though ended up taking the lead, and by the time they had reached the village there wasn't a single shinobi who had seen them coming. "High alert seems to be the theme of the night, any battle plan beyond just showing up and wrecking shit?" He laughed softly, jumping ahead of the group, a little red tint to his skin as he kept active. He was going to break before Seijuro, just meant he had to start considering alternatives, but he wasn't breaking yet. Not yet... Not while he could fight.

At Iwagakure...

Jaakuna sat down, watching the village from above. He'd already split himself up, utilizing about a dozen clones in the process. Unlike last time, where he went hog wild, this was more stealth kind of stuff. Carefully positioning himself in the right places, relying on the intelligence gifted earlier by their little asshole from Kumogakure. Old guy... Jaakuna wondered briefly if they'd fought before, but he doubted it. He wasn't that good with faces through. Right now, it seemed the plan was... Wait a minute, where did Seijuro go? Jaakuna realized he was suddenly alone with Sano, a man who craved devouring chakra, and Sebun... A sword guy. He never really did figure out Sebun's moveset. "Wait, w-" Before he could speak, it seemed stealth was no longer an option. Jaakuna stood at the edge of the monument, looking down as a crashing wave of water gushed over the village. "You idiot!" Jaakuna snarled, glaring at the shark, and especially at the swordsman who was supposed to be his partner. "Ugh... Reel him in... I'll look for the Mizukage." Jaakuna ordered, pointing at Sebun. "Get it, reel? Like a fish?" Then he was gone.

At a moment, he was operating in stealth mode, and it would be tricky to catch him. Most importantly, floating behind him where five wisps, sailing behind the fox shinobi. Clearly he was ready to fight if it came his way. But, the mission? That was what was important right now.

Naruto: Revival

Jaakuna Aka
Location - Yomigaeri Base / Interaction - @Seraphicide
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Meetings... Dull... And yet, Jaakuna had more pressing personal matters. A week after revival, he began to note a strange change in himself. The first was eyes. The sclerae of his eyes where the first, and most obvious difference at a glance. A slight redness, as if constantly bloodshot. As time ticked on, he noticed cracks forming under his skin, as if the skin had become dry. He didn't want to think to much on it, though he brought it up frequently to Seijuro, as if he was a ticking bomb.

He remained silent through the meeting, though he did laugh at the idea of family. Yomigaeri was never family, even back in the old days when the organization was more... Well fierce. He recalled at one point there was a man who looked like a zombie. Something Ohaka... But that man hadn't been seen heads or tails for a long time according to reports. Most of them ended up dead, so he wasn't hedging his bets on anything. But, Jaakuna knew the mission ahead would be dangerous. For he and Seijuro where going after a most difficult prey. The man known as Ocha Kyusu, who he knew from life. Long ago he had met the would be Mizukage in battle, considering the man was the top assassin of his village. Now it seemed that he would once more have to face the dreaded poison mist ninja. Clearly Seijuro was an asset for this fight. Standing up from the table, Jaakuna led the way, senses awake.

"Seijuro..." Jaakuna said, once he was sure the duo was alone. "You got what you wanted from the invasion, but I am still no closer to what I need." He said, eyes snapping to his cohort. "We can continue to play games all we want, but until I am whole again... I can't keep fighting like this." He tapped his foot against the ground, eyes flicking back and forth. Ahead of them he could make out Iwagakure, the place where all this would go down. "Either way... Lets make this fast. I can't pull off another full invasion like I did before."

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Bumu Aka
Location - Konohagakure - Aka Clan Manor Outskirts / Interaction - None
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The air was cold. Wet... It was as if it rained every day no matter what. To a point where Bumu started to hate the outside. His hair felt wet, and often times he had to brush it just to keep it from frizzling in the humidity. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. But he couldn't do a thing about it. He sat on the roof of a building, some kind of flower shop judging from the smells. They where nice, and a good distraction for his mind right now. Across the street, he could see the Aka Clan Manor. A lovely place to be honest. Red wood, the symbol of the fox etched onto the doors. The clan emblem held up proudly, but it was... Meaningless now. They had made a reputation off Jaakuna Aka, and their close connections to the Hokages of the past had given them power. Now Bumu was witnessing a mad scramble. A clan dealing with the destruction of their beloved hero, and more so than ever they where cutting out the bastards... The fat that could bog them down...

Bumu sighed softly, fingers digging into the wood of the building roof. Guess this was just the way the world was going at the moment. Slowly edging towards extinction. The ever growing troubles of the ninja world seemed dedicated to crashing and burning. Guess it was all up to Bumu to watch as it all broke apart. "Everything is lame..."

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Kurin Senju
Location - Konoha Gates / Interaction - ???
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It was time. Kurin Senju stood at the gates of Konoha, looking out across the distance to the road leading out of the village. The mission he had received from the new Hokage was... Troubling. He didn't know what to think, since he believed primarily in defense as the best offense, and the new Hokage... Well he came out of nowhere, and was already starting to enact major changes. It was... Unsettling. Yes, that was the word. Part of Kurin didn't want to admit it, while another part was more than aware of one simple truth. The world was changing rapidly, and it didn't seem like it would remain this way for long. The Oak shinobi would have to bend.

With a bag over his shoulder, he was prepared as best he could. Having replaced the radio Shizuki had broken in his childish spat over a month ago during the earth exam. Kurin himself was barely recognizable. Having wrapped himself heavily in bandages, till some had already begun rumors that he had lost all his skin. That wasn't exactly true, but the burns he did have where... Unsettling. Besides, bandages weren't bad. Simply because he looked good in a mummy costume.