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

G I I C H I

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Giichi followed after the others. His tucked in his pockets as walked the path. Yamato—mostly Yamato—and Gin were at it. He couldn't understand why Yamato was so quick to anger. Was it some Minamoru thing? It couldn't be, Rei wasn't like that at all. Maybe it just affected the males.

Turning so that he was walking backwards, he spoke out towards Yamato and Gin. “Guys, come on. Do we have to argue.” Before long the arguments ceased and the new guy hopped into the trees. Giichi looked towards Yamato and Haruka. "Are we suppose to do that? I thought we were walking," he asked casually, his arms folding behind his head as he looked up at Gin.

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D A I K I.

Kingdom of Predators

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Daiki had gained a small semblance of understanding, a sliver of an idea. Tsukiko moved on instinct alone, her movements held no hesitation in them and in that, it left her very unpredictable. None of that mattered before him though, the very strains of his DNA demanded blood from Tsukiko. It was the Naito to punish those who disrespected them.

His clone was dispatched quickly but he had time to assess her next movements. With a flourish he pulled a kunai out his pouch to defend against her blade and responded in kind to her words. “I'll always refuse that half-assed excuse,” he growl intensely. “You wanna crawl in the dirt as some beast than go right ahead, be used as a tool--you seem like you're use to it anyway--that's your choice. I won't be used in anyway that goes against my ideals.”

She crouched down like a venomous snake, coiling in preparing for a lunge. It was minuscule but he caught the slight shape that burst from her position. With every fiber of his physical speed he could muster, he prepared to defend against the attack.

But-

But she was too fast. His jaw clenched as he readied himself. Lowering his kunai down to the level of her blade and braced his hand with his full strength, hoping that she wasn't as strong as she was fast.

His kunai clanged with the bulk of her blade and his side screamed with a burning pain. The metal of her weapon cut deep into him but not nearly as bad as Tsukiko wanted. The next moment he was being dragged out of the way, just barely making it away from her attack; he spun, disorientated about the room but clearly focused on Tsukiko. The corner of the counter jabbed him in the side harshly, creating a burst of pain from his ribs.

Takeshi had suddenly become a non-factor. Even the tug on his clothes—the help that had gotten him out the way—had gone unnoticed by Daiki.

This isn't over. He tried to stand to his full height but buckled when fire ran through his mid-section and white spheres danced in front of his eyes.

He held his blood-stained hand in front of his eyes to check his vision. When it returned to him, he turned his attention back to Tsukiko. He ignored the pain, the urgency to get medical help, and simply glared at female jonin; the tomoes of his sharingan spun ominously as he attempted something he had not been taught. The genjutsu failed. "Heh, that would have been useful."

Miyaka's voice had not pulled his eyes from Tsukiko. “I have nothing to say to you, Miyaka!” Digging into his flakjacket he pulled a scroll out and summoned Anemone with a puff of smoke. He brandish the blade with skill before wincing and kneeling, blood dying his shirt and jeans before pooling onto the floor. The blade slipped on the crimson slosh and hit the ground loudly.

He glanced down at his injury then back up at the others in the room, exhaustion soon taking over. He could feel his strength leaving, the ability to comprehend fading. They're all looking … dammit, stand up! I don't wanna fall to this greedy bitch! I don't wanna kneel. he yelled.

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

D A I K I.

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He heard the sound of the paint-balls before actually feeling them. He looked up towards the massive hotel, only to be met with a round crashing into his right shoulder. Quickly, he judged the trajectory of the next five and lept out the way, flipping onto the roof of a park truck. He touched his shoulder, glancing Tsukiko with the rifle he had declined earlier. He ground his teeth together in a fit, both uncommon and psychotic; the pain had been a declaration of war on his health and a reminder of how much of a monster Miyaka was.

Grasping the top of his bruised shoulder, Daiki fought to overcome the haze of the Naito. A rage that seemed all consuming against adversaries. B-Br … Breathe! N-No, he argued lowly, his head bent in what would seem defeat. Then something … snapped in him. Like tinder in a flame, it burst open and fell apart. He stood to his feet, ignoring the repetitive honks of the truck beneath him and stared mindlessly at the empty window sill.

She's returned inside. She won't be expecting me. A coy smile cracked onto his lips as he rolled his neck. I'm going to bite them to death! Before he knew it, he could see the chakra constructs through the physical, he watched Tsukiko break her left forearm. A measure of recovery he assumed.

His sharingan danced wildly as he caught Jaakuuna arrival. Though his entry was fast, Daiki saw it at a rate that made the move seem … less. Either way, a string of insults left Jak's mouth before he turned to leave.

Unlike the others who had taken the window, Daiki had decided to re-enter the building. Tsukiko was good for her sensing ability but with all that was going on in the room, he doubted she was actively searching him out. Either way, he had created a shadow clone.

Without pause, he traveled up the stairs, his sharingan actively dancing and analyzing the group behind the obstructions. He slipped inside the room, his clone following dutifully; their expressions were mirror copies of one another. Rage filled eyes on sedated faces. The clone positioned himself to her right side, while Daiki moved to Tsukiko's left.

You shot me And I'm guessing you did it on that monster's orders? His gaze fell on Miyaka as she lounged on the couch. You don't deserve the title jonin, Tsukiko.” He approached her left side slowly, his clone her right, both of their eyes were burning with the sharingan. I like to think a bitch like Miyaka doesn't have a lot of pull. That money isn't everything. But then people like you, people whose greed is just so … disgusting show me that I'm wrong. God, I can't even look at you right now.”

“Now … Down to business. I'm going to kick your ass Tsukiko and call it self-defense when asked. And then I'm going to turn Miyaka in for her wrong doings.” He feigned ignorance as he looked down—with no real interest—at her forearm.

Then suddenly, his clone engaged her in combat. He lept up shortly, spinning his foot around until he was headed towards her inner neck. He expected a guard from her right arm for she seemed too arrogant to actually retreat. In the meantime, the real Daiki took a step back and seemingly waited. In all reality, he was studying her initial reaction to attack and keeping a eye on the others. He had no assumptions on who his friends, in that room, in his rage, everyone was a possible target.

W&T: FT RP!

How's everyone doing today, after tonight, I'll have a long vacation from work. I'll be able to get plenty done ^^

The Alternate World, Charlotte: Welcome to Star Ocean Academy (Superpowers, School RP)

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Tsk! Think you're gonna bar me from the stage. Bitch better think again.

He eyed the gathering inside the auditorium from a shady spot near the entrance. Other students were still pouring in, stragglers that had yet to be seated. As Lady Morgana spoke, Nagitano found himself angered. Pre-Stars and Starborns? Just what the hell was those titles anyway? What made them any different from Maebys. Probably just another snobby titles. Where the prestige got better titles and peasantry got degrading names. Names like Maebys.

He leaned against the smooth wall with his arms crossed, a daring smirk on his lips as he formulated his plan. Amongst the others, there was comradery. None would think that another human would attack them. He would have to snatch one of those pads and a bracelet too. Shouldn't be too hard, even though she had mentioned combat training, he was sure they weren't prepared for his street fighting.

When gray, one-eyed men scrambled through the entrance, Nagitano ran away and joined with the others as a fresh face. He didn't know if they were going to fight there way out or not, but he sure was. He ran forth and crashed into the first with a powerful knee to the eye, sending it stumbling into a few behind it. He dropped his foot down gingerly before quickly snapping it back then forwards into the side of its face. This time it spiraled before hitting the wall and sliding to the ground.

“Guess I'll just have to smash you all like play-dough!” He cracked the knuckles on his hand by tensing it as he prepared to attack again.

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

G I I C H I

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Giichi eyed Yamato with confusion, his hands tightening on the straps of his back pack. Just what had the guy said to deserve such hate. Yea, it was definitely hate. He tried to come up with a lesser word but none met the anger that was exuded by Yamato. He wondered why? For a moment, he thought on the hard words Yamato had said to Rei. Though they were filled with love, they were still crude.

This is what happens when he meets someone he doesn't like. Hmm? does this mean he likes me? Maybe he's just being nice to keep ties with my family … Either way, I guess it doesn't matter. I just hope he doesn't explode like that often.

As the tension grew, Giichi found it hard to actually choose between them. On one hand he had Yamato-senpai, on the other, a rather innocent newcomer. Instead of choosing, Giichi strolled off a bit from the others and took notice of a kindly bird and its chicks. He concentrated on its chirps and ongoings, quickly drowning out the confrontation of the others.

“Let me know when we're ready to go.”

The Alternate World, Charlotte: Welcome to Star Ocean Academy (Superpowers, School RP)

“Attention dickwads. I'll be turning your lives into chaos … please enjoy.”
A R M O R E D – T I T A N

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Nagitano walked up the nine stairs leading away from the anchored vessels, behind him was several students laid out, groans of pain and curses leaving them. He could hear the shifting of their clothing as they attempted to claw at him. He held tight to the collar of the unlucky kid that was left standing when the others had fallen. The air felt especially nice; it made him feel invincible.

The pale kid, who wore a now tattered blue gakuren, clawed at his grip. His fingers raked down Nagitano's naked arm and wrist, leaving a red trail where his nails had been.

Nagitano harshly pulled and pushed the kid back and forth with his collar, jumbling his brain a bit and calming him down. As he took the last step and looked on at the colorful crowd of students, he smiled.

“Do you see me, shitlords? Can you taste fear? Can you feel my power? I'm godly.” His words were low but the crowd was so quiet, that they heard him clearly. The various clothed students parted with his path. The stuttering breaths of women, the heavy despair of men. That was the reaction he loved the most: the end results of domination.

He paused his track in the middle of the crowd, a circle formed around him. He dropped the kid to the ground mercilessly. His head bounced as it hit the ground. Nagitano looked from side to side, his brows furrowed and a faint grimace on his lips. “Listen up, from here on out I'm the lord of the Maebys … or whatever the fuck that is. You'll all listen to me and do as I say, if anyone objects, step forth and get beat the hell up!” he demanded.

Silence permeated the early air. The first bell hadn't even rung yet and he had already conquered the first years. The others would be a cake walk. For all the seclusion and secrecy, this school was just like any other he'd been too. Just a bunch of sheeps waiting to be led.

“Good, you all learn quick. Now someone explain to me what the hell a “Maeby” is?”

The Alternate World, Charlotte: Welcome to Star Ocean Academy (Superpowers, School RP)

Nagitano Ito

R I S I N G - H O P E
“Jewel … I'd rather die than give up on you.”

Nagitano Ito is a athletic young man that stands at 5'8” (176.78 cm) and weighs 142 lbs (64 kg). While sturdy and broad, layers of clothing can hide the fact that he's muscular. He has a almond shaped face with bronze eyes that often appear gold on bright days. They rest in a constant glare, a fierce tenacity that beckons for a challenger. Disregarding his rude countenance, he seems to have a striking sense of style. His chestnut brown hair lays across his head, the ends of which curves naturally.

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Codename: Pluto

House: The Horses

Grade: 10th

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: April 22nd

Blood Type: AB -

Nationality: Japanese
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Hobbies:

• Street Fighting
• Dominating Others
• Sprinting
• Writing
• Excessive Eating

Personality: Nagitano was raised in a harsh ghetto, a skeleton of society that hardly showed any morals or values. In a sense, this has instilled a brutish and dangerous mold over him. He rarely accepts kindness, feeling that it coming from a place of manipulation and not genuine compassion. So he bites back and lashes out with a attitude that most would find disgusting or scary.

Beyond his own lack of trust and utter disdain for most of humanity, Nagitano is a man with a god-complex. He looks on others with a kingly disposition but enacts his dominance with a tyrannical kind of action. He has a odd fear of religion. Not in the sense that a cross comes out and he'll squeal but more so the belief or faith that higher-power exists. He's only depended on himself for most of his life, so to know that a higher-power was watching from above and did nothing, well … that's heartbreaking.

History: The son of Jewel Ito and a unknown father, Nagitano grew up in the harsh thralls of Okinawa. Throughout his childhood, he heard his mother weep, scream at, and argue with a gentleman whose face is a void in his memory. In front of the small tv of their apartment he watched yakuza movies, the ones where the hero was either bold and reckless or cold and cool. He always preferred the bold and reckless ones, the ones that stated clearly what they'd do before doing it. He thought that was truly admirable.

By middle school, he found himself being called a delinquent. It was … fitting. With his arrogant response to most of the bullies, one day he found himself surrounded by a dozen different people after blood. They laid around him, beaten and bloodied. When he went to school the next day, he returned to an expulsion letter and the authorities. His mother, who was in and out of rehabilitation was disappointed, scared, and hysterical. Later that week, a mysterious letter was sent to him and he was invited to join Star Ocean Academy. Normally he wouldn't have paid it much mind but for whatever reason, his charges had been dropped. It left him … interested.
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Current Classification: Maeby

Special Ability: A wind elemental, and one who transcends the usual hacks that pop up randomly at that. He has been blessed with a strength, a power that confuses and is currently out of reach. It's barely possible for him to direct the wind, to mold its physical eddies to his will. But to control the vacuum, a summit reserved for the truly strong wind elementals, he will need tons of training, knowledge, and willpower.

Imperfection: Lots of knowledge is required, something that Nagitano cares little for. He is also prone to uncontrollable outbursts that out times injures himself just as much as the things around him. Wind is a fickle mistress that can harm its comrade and enemy alike. When he uses his ability he is often out of breath due to his lack of control.
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School Clubs:

• None

Character Relations:

• None

Other:

• Favorite Food - McDonalds
• Favorite Animal - Dogs
• Favorite Line - “I'd rather die.”
• Theme Song: Armored Titan.

The Alternate World, Charlotte: Welcome to Star Ocean Academy (Superpowers, School RP)

Nagitano Ito

Nagitano Ito

R I S I N G - H O P E
“Jewel … I'd rather die than give up on you.”

Nagitano Ito is a athletic young man that stands at 5'8” (176.78 cm) and weighs 142 lbs (64 kg). While sturdy and broad, layers of clothing can hide the fact that he's muscular. He has a almond shaped face with bronze eyes that often appear gold on bright days. They rest in a constant glare, a fierce tenacity that beckons for a challenger. Disregarding his rude countenance, he seems to have a striking sense of style. His chestnut brown hair lays across his head, the ends of which curves naturally.

_________________________________________________________________

Codename: Pluto

House: The Horses

Grade: 10th

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: April 22nd

Blood Type: AB -

Nationality: Japanese
___________________

Hobbies:

• Street Fighting
• Dominating Others
• Sprinting
• Writing
• Excessive Eating

Personality: Nagitano was raised in a harsh ghetto, a skeleton of society that hardly showed any morals or values. In a sense, this has instilled a brutish and dangerous mold over him. He rarely accepts kindness, feeling that it coming from a place of manipulation and not genuine compassion. So he bites back and lashes out with a attitude that most would find disgusting or scary.

Beyond his own lack of trust and utter disdain for most of humanity, Nagitano is a man with a god-complex. He looks on others with a kingly disposition but enacts his dominance with a tyrannical kind of action. He has a odd fear of religion. Not in the sense that a cross comes out and he'll squeal but more so the belief or faith that higher-power exists. He's only depended on himself for most of his life, so to know that a higher-power was watching from above and did nothing, well … that's heartbreaking.

History: The son of Jewel Ito and a unknown father, Nagitano grew up in the harsh thralls of Okinawa. Throughout his childhood, he heard his mother weep, scream at, and argue with a gentleman whose face is a void in his memory. In front of the small tv of their apartment he watched yakuza movies, the ones where the hero was either bold and reckless or cold and cool. He always preferred the bold and reckless ones, the ones that stated clearly what they'd do before doing it. He thought that was truly admirable.

By middle school, he found himself being called a delinquent. It was … fitting. With his arrogant response to most of the bullies, one day he found himself surrounded by a dozen different people after blood. They laid around him, beaten and bloodied. When he went to school the next day, he returned to an expulsion letter and the authorities. His mother, who was in and out of rehabilitation was disappointed, scared, and hysterical. Later that week, a mysterious letter was sent to him and he was invited to join Star Ocean Academy. Normally he wouldn't have paid it much mind but for whatever reason, his charges had been dropped. It left him … interested.
___________________

Current Classification: Maeby

Special Ability: A wind elemental, and one who transcends the usual hacks that pop up randomly at that. He has been blessed with a strength, a power that confuses and is currently out of reach. It's barely possible for him to direct the wind, to mold its physical eddies to his will. But to control the vacuum, a summit reserved for the truly strong wind elementals, he will need tons of training, knowledge, and willpower.

Imperfection: Lots of knowledge is required, something that Nagitano cares little for. He is also prone to uncontrollable outbursts that out times injures himself just as much as the things around him. Wind is a fickle mistress that can harm its comrade and enemy alike. When he uses his ability he is often out of breath due to his lack of control.
___________________

School Clubs:

• None

Character Relations:

• None

Other:

• Favorite Food - McDonalds
• Favorite Animal - Dogs
• Favorite Line - “I'd rather die.”

W&T: FT RP!

And I'm getting ready to go to work. It sucks lol.

@Vec Ender likes your arm cannon

W&T: FT RP!

S A B L E. & R M.

Ruined Maw had concentrated on the next matches. The majority of which was boring, if not disappointing. It wasn't until the name: Revan had been called did Sable open his eyes. For some reason, that far-off name scratched at his memory. Where had he heard it before? and why did it feel like he should be wary of it. He bowed his head slightly in thought, ignoring the announcement of the participant change. Soon after, a stifling magic consumed the arena. Sable glanced around at his comrades before instinctively raising his magic core. The heat of his magic held back the overall presence, leaving him sitting there unaffected. Though his comrades, all but Vivian had seemed shaken.

Mary turned towards Sable. She hugged herself with her gauntlets. "The hell is going on here? Wh-What is this magic?"

Genesis, on the outside looked composed, though Sable could hear her heart quickening. "Oh," she teased calmly, intertwining her arm with Sable as she looked towards Mary. "I would have never believed the great "Bloody Mary" would have shown weakness in front of our leader. Reign must be so disappointed in you."

Ender, who was suddenly between Genesis and Sable, wrapped his arm around Sable's leg. "Never have I felt such a magic. I-Its ... Its freaking cool! and scary." exaggerated the youth.

Mary's face contorted with anger before she looked away. "W-Whatever. As if you're pale ass would be any better if you weren't beside, Reign. You don't fool me princess. To be honest, I'm more surprise you're not reacting to this, Reign."

Sable placed a hand on Ender's head before looking towards Mary. "To what?" he feigned. Before they could answer, he stood up and stretched his arms upwards. "Think I'm going to get some food. Would you guys like anything from the concession?" They each declined his offer but Mary decided to come along with him, forcing Genesis to stay behind to watch her younger brother and the odd Vivian.

"Take'em down, Nigel!" cheered Ender from behind them.

Once away from the others, Mary fiddled with her arms and hands. Sable had his own in his pockets as he walked. "H-Hey?"

"Yea," answered Sable.

"Do you think less of me because I was affected by that magic? N-Not that I care or anything, its just ... well Genesis had said-"

Sable forced himself to smile pleasantly at Mary, not that it was hard. "She was just as scared. She's just better at hiding it." He said before halting at the end of the long concession line. A few flashes were quick to shine on him. No doubt it was fans taking his picture.

"I knew it," she said matter-of-factually. A long pause went by as she brushed off her moment of vulnerability, her hand tossing aside bangs of crimson hair. "Not to seem unsure of you but are you capable of competing with a power like that?"

Sable held the bout of anger inside, the trepidation that wanted to say "I'm not sure". "Of course I can. I gathered all you nuts together, I can handle anything. That includes finding enough time to deal with all of your playful like ticks." The line moved up slightly.