Renny

W&T: FT RP!

@Suku What rank do you predict she's act? as a mage.

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

D A I K I.

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A nice warmth touched the side of his face, a dim light grew brighter as a feeling drug him out his nap. Slowly, he blinked the sleep away; till finally his golden eyes opened and a yawn escaped from his mouth. He sat up from the gnarly root he had laid his head and looked off towards the compound's gate. The metal doors had been wide opened. From the side of Naito Shrine, the main path of the compound was straight ahead.

His brows pulled closer together. It wasn't unnatural for the doors to be open during clear days, but something was off. Whatever it was, the feeling prodded at the back of his head incessantly. He stared off at playful kids and busy adults. Nobi, a male villager, was watching his kids with a keen eye. Much like the rest of the adults.

The feeling remained but he chose to ignore it. Whatever it was, it wouldn't escape the notice of all the Naito clan. This much, he was sure.

He turned his head to stand up but his eyes fell onto a woman that he hadn't noticed before. Though he couldn't figure out how; she was... gorgeous, and in that moment, had Daiki stunned like a fool. Looking up at her for several seconds, he finally managed to say.

Who are you?

She still stared, only acknowledging his question with a smirk. “You'll do.” Her voice was smoky, an alluring maturity that rebuked her young age.

Daiki raised his brow. “Huh?”

Her smirk turned into a smile as she pointed towards the Naito Shrine directly behind her. A place of peaceful respite where you delve into the spiritual and perhaps … just perhaps find solace. “The Naito Shrine. You pray for the fallen of your clan here right?”

Standing up, Daiki looked beyond the branches of pink petals and at the top of the decrepit building. Though the inside was up-kept, the elders decided to let the remains look rickety and old. Something about tradition or 'nother. A soft hmp came from him. “I guess. Its sorta used for more than that.” He looked at the side of the building. “But I rarely go in there myself—More importantly, who let you in?”

“Your grandfather,” she stated matter-of-factly. She pulled her hand from a book she was holding and stuck it out towards him. “Avaron Mori. It's nice to me isn't it?”

Daiki eye'd her with caution. He was unsure why but she made him very uneasy. The sound of her voice, the choice of her words; they were very peculiar to him. It was like the sun had blurred out logic, cause he reached up knowingly and shook her hand.

“Daiki Naito.”

They stood in silence for a few moments, staring awkwardly at each other until it was broken.

“Mori-sama!” called the head-priest. The aged man jogged around the corner with his apprentice in tow—a scrawny and bald boy around Daiki's age. The boy stayed a measured foot behind the head-priest at all times. The stern eyes of the priest lowered to Daiki. “You're looking swell these days, Daiki-sama.”

Daiki nodded with a courteous smile before grabbing his bag. He gave Avaron another glance. It looked like she was there on business, which made her odd appearance all the more acceptable. However, he had his own duties to fulfill as well, no time to linger. Girls were the last thing on his list at the moment. He started down the path back to his home when her voice grew loud.

“Can't wait to see you again.”

He turned partly to see her standing beneath the tree he had slept under. The head-priest was heading back around the corner while the apprentice stood beside her with perfect stillness. She lifted a hand to wave bye to him. Daiki knew that he probably wouldn't see her again, he hardly ever visited the Naito Shrine.

“Doubt you will,” he barked back before returning to the dirt path towards.

Hours later and Daiki had thrown on a navy v-neck, some jeans, and his flak jacket. He was headed to the Archives in Naruto City. The idea was to find some information about Kusaru or Gian. Something that could prepare him for their next encounter. It was guaranteed to happen; they had said so themselves. It was better to be prepared.

Strolling down the busy streets with his hands in his pockets, he eye'd the metropolis with a recognized irritation. While he didn't necessarily mind it all, the noise was actually very disturbing to him.

“Maybe while I'm there I can find something on Rejio too.”

W&T: FT RP!

@Demon ShinobiIn the crowds.

@SukuAnd I'll take a look at it now.

EDIT: I'm going to need to know what the giant skulls do? Details. I think the chain-saw is strong enough without it needing illusion doubles. I'll compromise by giving you the option of taking away the size-change or the illusion doubles. Your choice.

Also, I'm going to need more details for the Scythe. What does the chains do? how long are they? What do they look like? Are they special in any kind of way?

W&T: FT RP!

We can make that in the next couple of battle. Let this one be a introduction to the grand scheme of things. And then we can let the others battle rocket off with 2v2. One might even be a free-for-all or something.

W&T: FT RP!

Not sure yet, myself. It usually just rolls out as I'm making the post.

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

D A I K I.

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In the midst of meditation, his ears began to pick up small sounds. The creaking of grass beneath stealthy steps, the all too quiet sound of clothes rubbing against each other. His fingers twitched on his knees as his eyes opened in acknowledgment. He had been far from the others, so it was possible a enemy was attempting to pick him off.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins. The slight possibility of a battle pounding his heart. When the crimson-haired ninja who blocked his blade stepped into view, Daiki looked up at him with a not-so obvious annoyance. He stood up while the guy spoke of the stars and moon.

“Get to the point,” he demanded.

The ninja's armor-clad dog touched his leg, rubbed up against it with the indiscriminate love of friendly pet. Daiki crouched down and fixed pieces of its clanking armor, arranging it with more organization than she had. “Don't own this part of the forest. You can stay if you want, just don't make much noise. I didn't come here for a conversation.” He looked beyond the physical dog in front of him and stared dully into the space between his fingers. “I came for … peace.”

With that said, he gingerly shooed the dog back to her owner and re-positioned himself back in his mediation stance. It was noticeably different now that knew someone else was there.

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

Indeed. The story shall go on.

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

Well if you're sure that's what you want, I wish you the best ^^

Just remember not to let other opinions bother you so much.

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

o_o Ohhh nooooo. We've lost someone.

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

“You have not been a noblewoman for long have you?”

S A E .

Saewine took Sara's hand in his own with a practiced tenderness. “Nice to meet you, Lady Medved. I'am lor-” He caught himself mid-sentence, his eyes flickering away from hers in that same moment. “I'm Saewine. Saewine Bloodworth. He concluded.

He had no desire to openly relate to that name unless it could guarantee his freedom from the Black Shields. For one reason or the other, he doubted Sara could help him. With a speculating eye, he considered the pleasantries of sleeping and the company before him. She wasn't hideous but she wasn't overly pretty either. She was ... above average, her powerful eyes and slender frame made sure of that.

If he had been at the Keep though, he wouldn't have sacrificed sleep for her presence.

Still though, it was not like he could sleep forever. Eventually the Commander-Priest would rudely awaken him. He thought back to the phenomenal string of curses the elder man had directed towards Dorran yesterday. Quite rude indeed. Too rude for me anyway, I guess I'll take, Lady Sara up on her offer. Nothing better to do.

“You have not been a noblewoman for long have you?” he questioned, thinking to the very small but noticeable clues. For one she had not retreated from the presence of a jaw-stubble soldier. Of course some women could find that attractive but he doubted they would his, he had not touched it since its appearance. Only irritably scratched. In all his years, it was nearly the first time he had seen any hair on his face.

He had waited for her answer with a overall tired expression and only a slight glint in his eyes. But it never came. Instead, a cheerful hello introduced itself to them. Immediately Saewine raised out the chair, placed a palm on the pommel of his blade, and bowed lowly. His shaggy black strands hid his face well as he looked towards the ground.

When the Princess asked for their names, Saewine slowly raised his head and stared her in the eyes. “Forgive me, Princess for resting. I will continue with my name now. I'am Lord Saewine Era Bloodworth, son of Elign and Tessa Bloodworth, and younger brother to the late Heron Bloodworth. I … serve your family willingly in these trying times.” He nearly kicked himself for stumbling through a forced introduction, not to mention he took his family's name back rather quickly.

I have the resolve of a baby piglet.

It was near instant. The look of shock and fear at the mention of calling Terryn. When he caught princess Caterina's mischievous smile, he knew she was only jesting with him. It roused a honest smirk on his face and he found himself becoming lax. “You would have dead soldier if you had. Trust me on that one,” he joked darkly.

While the Princess had played with Sara's gown, Saewine found himself looking over at the eagerly waiting Princess Erica. She was just as beautiful, if not even more so than the painting. A slight tug at his heart was quickly replaced with punch to his pride. No way could he, nor would he ever, have a chance to be with her. It was impossible. Though he was noble, there was quite a great space between himself and the royal family. Namely the Black Shields.

A quiet yearning parted his lips before he noticed Terryn approaching. His teeth met each other as he stood to attention. His broad chest would poke out from its usual cover as he lifted his chin up. Though vague, he knew Terryn's words to the Princess were really a dreadful symphony of curses to him. The black-eyed youth let out a defiant breath from his nostrils out of reflex. The jolly noise from the entertainment flowed throughout but it didn't make his encounter any less tense.

“Sir, if I may explain in full,” he started, but quickly got lost in his own pity as he watched Erica's closest candidate for marriage arrive. Saewine mentally compared himself to the Knight, only be disappointed. The guy had confidence and knew how to fight; one could tell just from watching his strides. But more so than that, he had already had a seat at the table with Erica.

Well fantasies were never meant to last long anyway.