VecI dont think it was tedious. Just different. It was more of a "I'm not really sure how to start it" thing for me. But after looking at a couple of others it was rather easy.
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@chukklehed I'll win no matter what!
@chukklehed Why you lying to yourself for? Raven Maw is going to spank Unity in the race lol
D A I K I
Daiki pushed his way to the front until he was next to Yamato. On the dais stood the masked figure and beside her, was the pin-cushioned body of the Hokage. The dark-skinned man was stabbed repeated with senbons, thorns of metal protruding from and all around him. The blood that seeped from his corpse pool on the stage before slipping from the edge draining to the floor. Before long, the woman made a handseal and said a jutsu that jogged his memory powerfully.
It can’t be… he thought indecisively. The Hokage’s screams of pain was next to fill the air.
“Mission failed. Tsk! Our Hokage is dead and now we watch as another goes to take his place. His assassin no less.” he muttered to himself, standing with curiosity acting an anchor.
The reveal was slow and torturous. He could feel his skin tightening, constricting against itself as his fist clenched. Though his face remained wholly calm, Saburo matter-of-factly declaration of his Uchiha heritage, tacked on with the mission had taken its toll on him. It was pathetic, he thought. That he could be affected by words so easily. It felt like his core had been titled, almost to falling. When the mask slipped from her face and fractured on the floor, the gold of his eyes widened to the point that they lightened.
“C-Captain Ayame.” His hands unclenched into loose fingers, they twitched once. Every single digit.
Ayame was fanciful if nothing else. She openly rejected Zeno’s idealism--The Will of Fire—that the village was built upon but ultimate offered nothing but the same. Only, in reverse it seemed. It wasn’t peace that she believed would prosper the village but conflict. He could empathize with her. It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. In a world with peace, evolution would cease and ultimately lead to downfall. But exactly what did she believe she would accomplish?
Daiki had started to step out, ultimately to question her but Yamato had stepped up a second sooner. The Minamoru heir took a knee and knelt in front of the self-appointed Hokage. The shock that took root quickly became anger. Unsure if it was from Saburo’s taunting, Ayame’s betrayal, or Yamato’s reaction; Daiki followed his instincts. Two hands snapped out around Yamato’s flak-jacket and drug him off the ground, pulling him with such force that their foreheads thumped against each other.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Huh?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Bowing, kneeling to some assassin. She just declared war on the world. Conflict? She wants bloodshed. And you’re agreeing with her.” His head shook with the dystopian image in his head, though he held tight to Yamato’s green-jacket.
Then the image shifted, suddenly and without cause. A flash of the truth that he had ignored before. The world that was shaded by the vibrant tree was shattered. The tree was charred black and its crumbling body sent the world even further into chaos.
Then it clicked. It was only Konohagakure that truly sought peace. The world was not so idealistic, even if the rest of the world wanted peace they’d still be prepared for war. Was Konohagakure becoming weak? Hoping to become a beacon to peace and a possible martyr if that beacon didn’t shine bright enough. His grip loosened as he stared beyond The Prodigy. Moments later, he had released Yamato completely and looked towards Ayame. By this time, news of the attack was spreading through the village, slowly but surely.
“... Nevermind, ” he whispered softly, defeated.
Daiki took the moment to look behind him at the crowd. So many of them were looking, were they awaiting for his decision. Yamato had chosen to accept this new, unorthodox ascension to the mantle. His felt his brows smooth as his answer formed and solidified in his head. It was moments in history like these that defined a generation
His hand fell over his heart as he bowed his head to her and took a knee. The Naito was loyal to Konoha, not Zeno. Whichever way the branches would twist and tighten, they would follow the path beneath it. At least, that was what he repeated to himself. Inside, there was a part of him that dreaded his actions. Even still, he would follow through with this and if it became too much for his shoulders to carry, he would toss it aside.
This is madness. But its controlled madness. I must see what lies at the end of this tunnel of betrayal.
G I I C H I
He felt it. The Will of Fire that exploded in his chest as Daiki and Yamato accepted Ayame. His fist shook and bled, even beside Rei-chan, he couldn’t find any comfort or acceptance of the situation. He felt like his feet had become numb, jelly-like. Stumbling back, he fell onto his bottom, looking for clarity.
“Rei-chan, please tell me this is some nightmare. This isn’t how the Hokage is chosen. The villagers chooses, not some killer. I refuse! I refuse to accept this!” he yelled, crawling to his feet and trampling through the crowd to the front. “I’d sooner die than watch my ancestor’s ambitions be thrown aside.”
His arm snapped to the side, a furious, whistling piercing the crowd. Wind flourished around his arm, from his elbow to his hand as he formed the Rasengan with his new method. It twisted and churned as he burst from the ground and headed for Ayame. “The Will of Fire still burns! Rasengan!”
Me too. I'm just not the leader type. I hate the stress is creates lol
@Aspen Wren I'll get to reading now ^^
Edit: After deep thought and consideration, I think I'll be dropping the RP. Sorry for the sudden leave.
Edit: After deep thought and consideration, I think I'll be dropping the RP. Sorry for the sudden leave.
D A I K I
Daiki caught Anemone, his firm grip christening the hilt. Small cuts stung him, one especially bad laid on the side of his head. He ignored it, staring at Saburo with malice. Uchiha Daiki, that name was something he would never recognize as his own. He was never an Uchiha and never would be. He was Daiki Naito, wielder of the Sharingan. His crimson eyes swirled and for the slightest of moments faltered gold with the unexpected confusion planted inside him.
“I made a mistake. For the first time, I feel like I underestimated my opponent. Goddammit!” He hadn't expected for Saburo to be so skilled with Madara's gunbai. That much, he was certain. The fact that he could even utilize it with some form of clarity meant Saburo was exceptional. Even among the Uchiha Clan.
Daiki slid his hand through his hair, a foul mood gripping him after Saburo had left. He felt bewildered by the 11th Corps part in the chaos and wanted answers that hadn't be delivered. He felt like he was being toyed around with and that pissed him off more than anything else. So when the Chunin spoke to him, whether causally or simply idiotically, Daiki was quick to rectify him.
“Are you so easily swayed? If you feel that way than stay here and watch from the sidelines. ” Daiki lept off in the direction the Hokage and Yamato had been in. For some reason, his heart wasn't in the mission as much as it was before.
Tsukiya Eguchi.
“I hate games. ”
Tsukiya was surprised, if not all together pissed that the Byakugan girl was still alive. He even tried to keep her head intact. What a waste, he thought somberly. He looked beyond the stone ground lying beneath him and at the presence that his jutsu allowed him to sense. Soon they would be out his range, which, whether he liked it or not, was taking its toll on him. He sighed as the purple-haired being released a mechanical fist beneath Yopparai.
It was clear as day; the projectile passing through his chakra-infused space of his dome, he could predict and see its destination. He could feel its presence. Clenching his jaw, he saw what he would have to do and hated it. Snapping his hand out towards Yopparai, he pulled the man up into the air with him, flying off the ground himself as he did so. As the explosion rocked the ground and burst forth, he willed the licking flames and bulging inferno to staid itself. The visible strain took the form of sweat and veins protruding from his temple.
He felt his chakra drain and his zone shrink. Before he released it, he pushed the explosion downward, so that it would essential do what Yopporai was intending in the beginning. “Fuck!” he growled in frustration, slowly sinking to the ground before releasing his zone and leaving Yopparai to fall from 20ft in the air. They may escape but they would have to deal with the explosive force of that he/she's attack. And with them traveling in the sewers, who knew what gases could be ignited and possibly act as fuel for the fire.
D A I K I
“Damned fool,” was all that escaped his mouth as he continued with his plan. He knew what the Madara's Gunbai could do, that its was especially effective against fire-style jutsu (any jutsu really). But, he hadn't accounted for idiots to intervene. Idiots that had no clue about what they were up against. Clenching his teeth he stepped up onto Clone B's shoulder, enhanced his jump with chakra, and cleared the powerful reflection of his attack. The powerful flames warmed his body as it passed beneath him and towards the would-be helper. Daiki spared him a glance but knew he couldn't afford to pity him.
He shouldn't have became a ninja if he was just going to throw his life away. thought Daiki, his sharingan catching Saburo planting the Gunbai into the ground.
Around that time, he felt his clones' anguish. So that wouldn't work, no use making pointless mistakes. When he landed, he reached into his pouch and pulled a kunai from his pouch. Throwing it towards the Uchiha, Daiki hoped to provide himself with just enough time to reach his sword. Though he stepped towards it with a slow saunter, a confident gait.
“I really despise your kind, Saburo. It doesn't bother me that you betray us, that you pretended to be our friends. Its your use of those eyes. The Sharingan is meant to see beyond. Yet you use it, and let yourself be used by whomever. Pathetic. Allow me to show you the true use of these eyes.” cocky, perhaps. But it was good enough to provide a moment of hesitance to the intellectual, socially challenged man.
If he had found her like he wanted to, if his hand had reached the hilt, then things would be different. He knew it. With the sharingan in his possession; Anemone, and by extension himself; always found their mark. A practice twist of his wrist would send a crimson aura over the blade, igniting it with his chakra. “Shall we continue this bout? I'm no longer wasting time on you.”
Tomas Collins
“ I've been gone for far too long.”
His bare feet felt hardened from walking on the ground, the sensations of his former-paws enhancing the feeling all the more. Where was everybody? he thought, catching glimpses of more-or-less alien wolves and people. Most of them were the same but either they did not recognize him or was simply afraid to approach out of fear of Niall. Tomas quirked his lips, passing by a chatterly group of female wolves. Instinctively, he raised hand in greeting and smiled, flashing a charm grin their way. They were staid and apprehensive.
A few things would never change and that was, without a doubt, he held the potential to be a Alpha. Just like his brother. Should Niall die and no heirs to throne be born, it would be his responsibility to take over. If he so pleased. Just the thought of it made him want to retreat. Since traveling the countryside, he learned that freedom was everything to him. Being tied down to a pack, as its leader, was overwhelming. He plopped down on a random wooden porch, his legs bent as he stared at the sky. When a voice spoke to him mentally, gentle and soft, Tomas lifted up, smiled, and stood straight up.
Finally. I was waiting for contact to be made. I didn't wanna alert anyone myself so I figured I'd let the pack initiate. Who am I speaking to? Its been awhile, I can't tell.
Relationships are up ... memories actually.
Anyway, read it over guys. Let me know if something sounds off and I'll correct it when I wake ^^
Anyway, read it over guys. Let me know if something sounds off and I'll correct it when I wake ^^
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