Renny

Spiderverse: the Return

Welcome back, Exodus ^^

I'll come up with a post tomorrow

EDIT: Actually before I do post, is this alive or dead?

W&T: FT RP!

Got a post up and running. My back is really stiff for some reason.

W&T: FT RP!

S A B L E

FIGHT ON!!

The snow shifted in front of his face, a veil of white fluttering around him. With a loud tsk, Sable raised up from his hands and feet, his stomach tight as he glared on at the beast. Aiden had delivered a powerful attack, one that twisted his insides even more than they already were. His fangs squeezed in tight against each other as he stood up, the winter wind pulling at Natsu's Scarf.

The white jacket that Oriel had requiped on him had proved durable, it was near immaculate still. He glared towards the Dragon and likewise at the girl that he had just noticed among them. Among them all, none them had the power that he was searching for. The Dragon wasn't real. It was weak. Hydrologia had been far stronger.

Just as he thought this, the Shadow Dragon erupted, releasing a shockwave of pitch black. It was so dark, that for a moment, it blotted out the pure white snow and consumed him in its inky embrace. When he came too, bruised and angry, he melted a mound of snow from his fiery back and raised to his feet. His white jacket had been painted with irregular black strips now, stained and stylized.

" Run?" he barked back incredulously. " Yea right! You're dealing with the Wretched One! Rank me at the top, put a crown on my head as a Kingkiller. I'll wreck you and your chart! Bring it onnnnnn!" He yelled, his body exploding in raging flames, the heat licking out towards the others and reaching out dangerously close to the girl.

@Kimiyosis
@Raijinslayer

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Daiki Naito

Daiki and his clone saw the world through amber lens. Glassy and glazed over orange, the entire lakehouse looked paused in eternal sunset. He couldn't move but he felt his chakra swirl through him and attempt to reach his eyes in panic. The urge and his own intentions fought until he heard Shin's voice. It was calm and ... to his surprise sensible. Who would have thought that Shin, the prankster, would have spoken such words.

He's right. I think I took it too far, he thought. Even if it was a Minamoru, I shouldn't have been so bent on a fight. Mentor would be ashamed.

When the crystal finally shattered and fell around him in shards, Daiki turned towards his clone, took Anemone, and released the jutsu. A thick puff relieved the stoic clone of its duties. For a short moment, he flashed Shin a grateful smile for the intervention, the Naito Clan was rather famous for committing heinous acts and killing a Minamoru would only add to its infamy.

"My bad."

Not even a moment later, Yamato was back to spewing his hate-filled words. Daiki's blood started to boil once again, his jaw tensing, and his fist clenching up. This time however, he held it back and let it fuel his words instead. Taking a step back, he rubbed the back of his neck, brows furrowed in anger. He resisted the urge to taunt him back, keeping his mouth shut as the prodigy claimed he was God.

A snark breath left him as Yamato turned on Shin and Jaakuna. The two of them had stopped the fight, possibly saved their careers as shinobi and all he could do was throw threats around. He called himself a god but he was really just a kid with a god-complex. The others who refused to stand up to him and actually acknowledge his shitty attitude only fueled his delusion.

As Yamato was leaving, Daiki finally spoke, standing in the small group of his peers. "You consider yourself a god, thinking that us lowly humans and the "Naito Dogs" are beneath you. This is your courtesy call, Yamato, this dog will bring your godhood down around you. Don't underestimate me."

He was unsure why he felt the need to say so but he staid in that quiet moment. If only to revel in what felt like a tie with a prodigy. When he was literally pulled out of the moment, he crossed his arms over his chest--Anemone pointed towards the tree opposite of the lake--and let himself be pulled. Aoi had to be behind it, he was certain of it. Her foot was soon on his throbbing head, the pain small but noticeable.

" I don't regret it, not one bit. You can't let people like the Minamoru grow to big headed. They have no loyalties, only dark ambitions. I can't say I felt that way about, Yamato the whole time. But now I do," he confirmed softly. " I know he has to be put into his place. And who better than a Nai-"

A scream cut through his sentence, sending his nerves on alert and jolting him to action. Like Aoi, he sped into the forest, just a bit behind the woman in case something was wrong. When he reached the scene, Paneru was already healing a skewered girl. The decapitated bodies around them made the forest, dark and eerie. Who would dare leave such a grisly scene.

He walked through the corpses slowly, eyeing them with scrutiny. When he noticed Shogo, the boy that Yamato had beaten and thrown into the lake he eyes widened. Perhaps it was the fact that the two of them had just fought. Or that Yamato had left in the same direction just moments before the screams. Whatever the reasons was, his gut just pulled him towards the prodigy. But did that self-proclaimed god really have it in him? Was his own instincts just baseless insinuations.

Raising up from the ground silently, Daiki strode passed Paneru and an emotional Aoi, hell-bent on finding Yamato in the next few minutes. As a precaution, he raised his voice from the sturdy limb he was crouched on. "Aoi, be on guard. I'm going to find Yamato ... I wanna make sure he's okay," he told her. Then he put a grave emphasis on his next words. " I saw him leaving in this direction after our fight about Shogo." And with that, he dash across the branches and towards the opening that was home to the Minamoru home.

W&T: FT RP!

@RaijinslayerThe attack was pretty damn impressive. But its not so much as having dual elements as it is, the physical and subtle changes that hints at hidden strength.

Plus, though he hides it, he's pretty good at gauging others strengths.

W&T: FT RP!

And Vyper Bolt is actually the best.

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

Daiki Naito

" Good ... now Aoi won't be upset." he jested in return, his expression unchanging.

" Yamato Minamoru," he whispered thoughtfully, snatching out a pale-navy scroll from his jacket and unraveling it in the air. A quick palm-smash into the middle of the blackened ink, and a puff of smoke spat out a large broadsword. Before it could fall he reached out and grabbed its hilt, eyeing the two Yamato's charging towards him. He knew the Prodigy had a backup plan, charging recklessly didn't earn him that title.

What's your real goal? Is it to distract me? or maybe ... confuse me. I'll just take you both down.

He held his five-foot broadsword horizontally, both hands closed around the hilt as he judged the space between himself and Yamato's hasty attack. The guy's hands was ablaze with a fiery light, discouraging actual hand-to-hand combat. The ground beneath him felt soft and un-moving; that was good. Either way, he had more than enough room with Anemone to strike, especially if they were somewhat synchronized.

Anemone became clad in a crimson wind, the roar of a powerful gale came to life as Daiki artfully slashed the both of them. But one of them broke off from the attack, continuing forwards just as he cut through the first. Daiki's mind went to work, for that was all that could be done in the quicksilver moment. Just as the weightless clones puffed out of existence, he released Anemone into the air, and formed the single tiger seal with his bare hands. When he did, warm hands gripped a tight hold over his wet shoulders. Holding him in place.

He stared at Naomi, stuck looking in that direction with a slight smirk on his lips. He had gotten it off just in time and in fact, his hands were still stuck in the tiger seal position. Daiki knew that beside him--just out of reach the ember arms--his clone had took hold of Anemone and was now attack the snobbish, Minamoru.

In the same fluid motion that he grabbed it, the shadow clone went to thrust towards Yamato, aiming to slash open his side and keep him from finalizing whatever-the-hell his jutsu was. Like all Naito Clan members, Daiki never underestimated his opponents. And if that meant biting Yamato to death than that's what it meant. Like the dog he was called, he would bite till his opponent was motionless. Besides, what ninja couldn't be prepared for the opening act.

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

@Partisan I'm fine with them ^^

The GM's have to decide now.

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

Daiki Naito

A push came to his shoulders from Yamato, the first a meager tph against his wet clothes. The next few were harder, making it impossible for him to heed Shin's words. If it wasn't the time then, Yamato made sure to have changed it. The pretentious prick went on to bark about whose property they were on, not once using his name in order to do so. Even without any of that, the fact that Yamato couldn't go a sentence without degrading someone was ... enraging.

Daiki's countenance had remained encased in a judging stone. It may have flinched or tightened against Yamato's pushes but it never faded from the scrutinizing gaze of a stubborn enforcer. It was funny how no one seemed to really stand up to him before, Yamato didn't look that impressive to him. In fact, all his barking and showboating just made him look like your rich kid.

Seeing Yamato stance change, his body tensing up for a punch drove him into action. His slid his shoulder away from the punch, his foot taking a step back as readied himself to counterattack. But a gut wrenching, ear-splitting voice drew him away from the conflict. For the first time his expression cracked. His lip quirked up in disgust, fist balled at his side but his body rigid.

Then Fubuki appeared. She approached them with the intentions that Shin's had. To stop the growing fight. But of course Yamato had to have the last word. A part of him wanted to understand why? was it really that important to degrade others. Why not be happy being at the top and try to encourage. Maybe it wasn't his place to be thinking like that but something inside ... something just pulled him to defend. Whether that be others or himself.

Yamato started to walk away but the Naito in Daiki was having a hard time letting it all go. He looked at the chair the guy had sat in, walked over to it, and pulled his foot back to send it towards his head. But ofcourse, that didn't happen. Aoi, just as he had loaded his leg, dropped down onto his shoulders. She didn't weight much at all. In a flurry of activity, a paper bag flew from out the lakehouse and she dropped a can in front of him. He caught it instinctively but just as soon as he felt the cold container, he placed it on the ground.

" No thanks," he told her, declining the slight offer. " Grump? That's no grump, he's more like a asswipe. I really hate his kind the most."

His words probably fell on busy ears as Aoi left him to bother the others. Alone, he rubbed the back of his head as the Naito itch followed suit. It prodded him mercilessly, the disrespect and the rage that coursed through him. In a hidden manner, he started to grind his teeth. Time seemed to slow for him. He glanced towards Yamato as the oblivious guy joined Naomi Hyuuga. Uncaring of his surroundings.

His eyes shifted between the chair and beer can on the ground. Each was accessible but only one was right for the situation.

No, he berated. No violence. Just let the shit go.

Why the hell should I let it go? he argued with himself. He started it, now I'll fucking finish it. I'm Natio, its what we do!

In the end, he picked up the can of beer, looking to have change his mind about drinking it. With a hand at his side, and the other weighing the can, he spoke out aloud. " Hey, Yamato!" He was looking down at the can in contemplation as he spoke, rolling it in his hands. A second passed before he threw it to him with a quick swipe.

" How about a friendly spar," he offered with a small smirk. " I'd hate to ruin the party so let's make a wager too. Bets are always fun right?"

W&T: FT RP!

S A B L E

Hard Fought

Sable pulled his fist back for the dozenth time, the fire engulfing it crackled and grumbled in his ears. He let out a fierce cry as he released it like a bolt towards the beast again. The explosion that it brought forth smoked dark columns into the air, blinding him to the others and the Dragon. Which is why the most he could do was brace himself as a large claw swatted him from the Dragon's head.

The next thing he felt was splintering wood as he crashed through a burning cottage. He struggled from between the bent the door and a wooden column, eventually tossing it off his body and weakening the building even further. The roar of fire inside was deafening but it was a welcoming sound. From his spot, he took in a deep breath, gulping down the flames as they flowed into his gut and rejuvenated him.

He sighed a heated breath into his hand as the flames settled and coursed through him, massaging his muscles and adding to his magical reservoirs. Perfect ... I'am ... I'm ... not going to lose to anyone. As he stepped towards the fractured doorway, he noticed the charred bodies of a man and woman, underneath them was the crisp corpses of a two children. He paused.

A great numbness took hold of him and he continued out the building.

He rocketed off towards the large Dragon. The smell of sweet ice and Aiden was nearby, along with Brad. Sable bit his lip till blood beaded on top. This is my battle! Mines!

With a might wave of powdered snow, Sable half-slid and half-crashed into the grounds occupied by the furious beast. In his ears, he heard the childish voice of a girl asking why they were in her way. He simply furrowed his brows at the Dragon and began to walk towards it.

“You're an obstacle for me. One that'll make me stronger if I can overcome you,” He said, igniting flames over his fist like a match sparked by anger. “ … You'll give me the power to change-” He stopped the next words from slipping out his mouth.

Desperateness had coated his words and pained anger was on his face. But a burning hatred was clad around his arms in the form of his flames. How could he even begin to think that he could change what was already set, the only thing he'd ever have control over was himself. He sprinted off towards the beast, leaving a trail of uncovered earth in his wake.

“Fire Dragon's Roar!” he yelled, releasing a stream along the path of the Dragon and across to its left wing. The snow surrounding them was melted quickly, leaving a charred area where they fought.