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-EDIT- Alright we're soon to wrap this up. Those of you remaining idle can follow the retreating forces and kill a few if you deem it in your best interest. This'll conclude with a bout with Kenta, its an optional engagement and he's unfortunately not on the scale of Shukaku in 'epicness' but the big guy can hold his own.
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Kaitou Kid said
Please forgive me, Sole-Senpai. I've been so utterly swamped lately that I couldn't get back on to actually..post.
That's alright, keep us posted. Masaki's been gone too. i figured Gotham might've needed you two.
Prince Rivera said
This roleplay still open?I've been persuaded into watching anime again and... well let's just say I've been put back into the mood for a nice RP.Plus this is the first Naruto roleplay I've seen to feature several good writers and a plot that isn't completely fighting centralized, so that's a bonus. I'd love to join!
Rebels are closed temporarily due to imbalance, but 'neutral' and Empire is still available. Feel free to submit something and pm myself or Piercing Light with any concerns. Glad to have your interest!
The idiocy of a being with power and not the intelligence to use it was made much clearer than ever the more Sangetsu had chosen to talk. Takeshi hadn’t bothered to respond to anything he had chosen to retort with, if only to wait for the moment where he made a single mistake. Boldly claiming that Kirigakure was ‘his’ was one, and believing that the death of the Fifth Mizukage meant he was truly dead had almost brought laughter to him if it wasn’t proven just how pathetic he truly was in the end. The Hozuki might’ve functioned better without someone like him having the unfortunate ability to form sentences and breathe no less, but that would be their issue as a clan. The Kaguya suffered for their sins together because they had a madness they could not control together, but the Hozuki had the opportunity to cull the cancer that was going to see their clan meeting the same fate. Yet the ultimate mistake had been uttered; a claim to the village as ‘his’ was one thing, but to claim that he would be the next Mizukage would not only put his already flimsy reputation with the village in critical peril, but would also be able to openly show other villages that Sangetsu threatened to see the reclusive, violent and untrustworthy era of the Bloody Mist return, something no one would want. And should the Water Daimyo discover he intended to do this without following standard procedure…
Takeshi’s hand dove for Kotomi’s mouth knowing her heart may react faster than her mind. Sangetsu threatened to trample over the good that this land has done in the past few decades thanks to the efforts of the Fourth Mizukage, who had been missing for a few years after his father had taken office, and his father the Fifth Mizukage himself. Although his first instinct was to kill the man he had sent off, his mind worked quickly and Takeshi was able to conclude that such action would seal this fool’s fate permanently. How quickly he forgot that it was the Hokage and his father together that had gone against the Empress and threatened to kill her; had reinforcements for herself not arrived, she’d surely have died and this war wouldn’t be ongoing. Shinji Yuki was more than a Mizukage, he was a mediator of many conflicts across other nations and, much like the Fourth had hoped in him as a young man, worked tirelessly to shed Kirigakure of its terrible reputation. He succeeded, this village growing out of its cruel history and becoming a place worthy of respect and admiration. The Fourth and Fifth Mizukage showed the world that with enough positive influence even the cruelest of people and places had the opportunity to change, and Takeshi suspected that the reason his father didn’t kill Sangetsu long ago was because he hoped that there was still a chance for him to become more than a monster.
He was wrong, something the Fifth rarely ever was.
Although the hunter-nin was proceeding to carry out his orders, several more had entered into the vicinity to catch the last critical piece of information Sangetsu had so boldly spat out without thought. Giving Kotomi a hard stare that resembled their fathers when it had come to remaining silent, she might be able to understand that Takeshi was allowing this disgrace of their father to carry on. Releasing her mouth in the hopes that she’d trust him, Takeshi held up a fist that signaled the several surrounding them to contain any and all hostile actions. One, the hunter-nin who was by his side earlier, stepped out and made himself known as the others remained, watching intently.
“Should we pursue them?” The hunter-nin was quick to ask, knowing that the one that had left appeared either loyal to Sangetsu, or foolish enough to believe his words.
“No. In fact …make certain that he gets there safely. I want the rest of the village to hear about this… I want the message to reach our allies in Konoha …I want the Fourth Hokage to know exactly who Sangetsu Hozuki claims to be.” In other words, Takeshi sought to let Sangetsu destroy himself with one last idiotic move. Gift-wrapped and with enough ears to confirm what was said, the hunter-nin that had appeared would vanish to make certain that Sangetsu’s own messenger had passed on the Hozuki’s will throughout the village and departed for Konoha shortly. The six that remained would feel the tension in the area rising, not due to Takeshi’s own words still carrying much weight among the village as his father’s son, but because they didn’t take kindly to Sangetsu’s complete disregard of protocol and ‘claim’ to the role of leader. Through fear he might’ve gained some following within this village, but it was absolute respect and love for the Fifth Mizukage that kept the people loyal to his offspring and his ideals. If Sangetsu had any hope of redemption, he’d keep silent and listen to what was about to be said before it was much too late for him to return.
“Bodies wither and die …but good deeds and wills of strong men and women live on. Konoha’s Will of Fire is proof of this, and although my father’s soul has left his body, he isn’t dead in the hearts and minds of the people he called his comrades, his friends, family. Shinji Yuki still lives to this day in everyone who ever knew him.” Lived on not only by his wife and children, but by numerous shinobi and kunoichi across multiple nations. Even before he was Mizukage he had traveled across the lands and formed many bonds across them, unhappy with a reclusive lifestyle in the home he loved so much. This wasn’t about one’s power, this was about the impression a good man had left on people, and Sangetsu’s rage would ensure his downfall long before an open threat. Whatever loyalty he might’ve gained from his peers threatened to wither and die, leaving the Hozuki clan as a whole in the spotlight. The Fourth and Fifth have never wronged clans as a whole unless the entire clan had chosen to follow the same path, which may have meant Sangetsu earned loyalty legitimately or through power alone. Power didn’t move people, and that was a lesson the Empress had yet to learn. Sangetsu could be the first to understand the position he was in.
“The truth is …I never expected you to betray a man, even a dead man, who had believed you could have been more than the monster the world had seen you as. I wanted you removed from our village years ago, many of his friends and even our clan, yet for some reason he kept you …trusted you to be a better man than you were now.” The earlier remark of ‘Friends’ being a pathetic word to Sangetsu would ultimately prove that he had no one he could call on to put his faith in. The Fifth Mizukage was argued even by the current Hokage to be the strongest between the two, and believed him to have been the best thing to happen to the village. Kirigakure had agreed; in spite of all the disagreements and strong opinions each individual shared, a vast majority would admit that Shinji Yuki was a good man, and the second chance the village needed. No longer would the children they bore be put to slaughter if only to see the ‘strongest’, and strength would no longer decide who had good fortune in the Land of Water. Whether Sangetsu believed it or not, the ‘Bloody Mist’ had little to no chance to return with not one, but two generations of Kirigakure aspiring to peace. Whatever his father saw in this animal he didn’t know, but for the sake of believing in him did he try to give Sangetsu the opportunity to be more than that animal everyone saw him as. Allowing him control of the rebellion forces in the area was a mistake, and would be corrected in due time.
“He gave you the chance no one else would have given, Sangetsu. You’ve failed …you’re an empty man who couldn’t change who he was for the sake of not only his clan, but himself. No friends, only anger …and that’s not what the Mist wants anymore.” Takeshi wouldn’t hold the Hozuki responsible for the actions of Sangetsu unless they openly supported his illegal action taken. The truth of the matter was that although the Fifth had died half a year ago, the village was not yet ready to accept another as Mizukage, and he suspected the world itself wasn’t ready either. Kenji Uchiha would see him killed, or at the very least disavow him and his cause. Takeshi would have hoped that Kenji would kill him personally to see this disgrace wiped from the face of the earth, but the emotion of pity had fell on him the more he thought about this. He pitied Sangetsu and those that believed in his dark desires. Perhaps this was how his father had felt when he chose to spare Sangetsu humiliation and death …perhaps deep down he wanted to believe he saw some good in him, that he’d put the will of his home before his own selfish desires.
Though the shinobi nearby that obviously took to Shinji’s son and daughter over Sangetsu, they relaxed only slightly on their killing intentions but kept their guards up even so knowing Sangetsu’s temperament. Through fear he manipulated the weaker of mind and body, but what Takeshi’s words said had reminded them that the will of the village would not shatter so easily due to the outrageous claims of a man such as this. For that, and Takeshi’s own command, they stayed their blades. Had the message not been clear enough yet, Takeshi would bet that for every single man in the world that might’ve backed Sangetsu, there were at least fifty more who’d back what Shinji Yuki stood for.
The Fifth Mizukage only made enemies of those who were enemies of themselves.
“I’ll give your message time to spread, and I hope civil war doesn’t erupt due to your arrogance …we didn’t need your ego to overwhelm the village’s needs, but now …I’m not sure they need you at all anymore.” And, of course, in spite of all Takeshi had said he had taken the parchment from Kotomi and handed it to Sangetsu without anger or disgust. What he chose to do with the request for peace was up to him, as he may not be able to maintain much ‘authority’ any longer. Out of all things he could’ve challenged, the seat of the Mizukage remained empty for a reason, and there were people within this village that would sooner die than see him take it. Were it any other previous Kage in the world the reaction may not have been as strong, but Kirigakure was more than its Bloody Mist name, it had become of value and respect for more than just murder. They would never want to go back to those cruel times.
“For what it's worth... I hope whatever end you meet is one you’re proud of, Sangetsu. The Hidden Mist won’t follow you to hell …you’ll go on your own.” Allowing him to take it, Takeshi would let this boil in his brain. Of course his immediate action could be to attempt to strike him or Kotomi, but by doing so would ultimately make the Land of Water his enemy, much more the world. It paid to have friends, and Kirigakure had many they weren’t willing to lose. An age of prosperity had taken root, and to have it threatened to be uprooted meant that this was a war between the way the Land of Water and the world preferred, and the rage of a single man. Sangetsu Hozuki was effectively a dead man to this world in terms of respect gathered, luck may see him allowed to live in the Land of Water in isolation, but that was for it to decide.
Patting his sister on the shoulder twice, he nodded towards the village and had allowed her to move first, hoping that she’d hold her tongue and let what he said hang. Threats didn’t work on a man who wanted to be threatening, but perhaps a dose of logic and knowledge to his mind would help him see his error. He hated the man deeply and had hoped he was stupid enough to do this; only now did the young man see that he was much more saddened than thrilled. His father’s hopes, his mercy …a waste.
“Let’s return, everyone. We’ve got work to do.” Takeshi had disappeared, his agility going to be as renowned as his father’s in time with how fast he disappeared from sight. Though the six in the mist had different means of doing things, Takeshi’s words had struck them harder than any blow Sangetsu could perform ever would. Mercy without deserving it, belief in a ruined man to become more, and the will of a father radiating perfectly in his son. The six departed after the Yuki twins and would ensure that the will of the Fifth Mizukage never died in the people they protected, and the people they had loved.
Kirigakure wouldn’t falter.
Takeshi’s hand dove for Kotomi’s mouth knowing her heart may react faster than her mind. Sangetsu threatened to trample over the good that this land has done in the past few decades thanks to the efforts of the Fourth Mizukage, who had been missing for a few years after his father had taken office, and his father the Fifth Mizukage himself. Although his first instinct was to kill the man he had sent off, his mind worked quickly and Takeshi was able to conclude that such action would seal this fool’s fate permanently. How quickly he forgot that it was the Hokage and his father together that had gone against the Empress and threatened to kill her; had reinforcements for herself not arrived, she’d surely have died and this war wouldn’t be ongoing. Shinji Yuki was more than a Mizukage, he was a mediator of many conflicts across other nations and, much like the Fourth had hoped in him as a young man, worked tirelessly to shed Kirigakure of its terrible reputation. He succeeded, this village growing out of its cruel history and becoming a place worthy of respect and admiration. The Fourth and Fifth Mizukage showed the world that with enough positive influence even the cruelest of people and places had the opportunity to change, and Takeshi suspected that the reason his father didn’t kill Sangetsu long ago was because he hoped that there was still a chance for him to become more than a monster.
He was wrong, something the Fifth rarely ever was.
Although the hunter-nin was proceeding to carry out his orders, several more had entered into the vicinity to catch the last critical piece of information Sangetsu had so boldly spat out without thought. Giving Kotomi a hard stare that resembled their fathers when it had come to remaining silent, she might be able to understand that Takeshi was allowing this disgrace of their father to carry on. Releasing her mouth in the hopes that she’d trust him, Takeshi held up a fist that signaled the several surrounding them to contain any and all hostile actions. One, the hunter-nin who was by his side earlier, stepped out and made himself known as the others remained, watching intently.
“Should we pursue them?” The hunter-nin was quick to ask, knowing that the one that had left appeared either loyal to Sangetsu, or foolish enough to believe his words.
“No. In fact …make certain that he gets there safely. I want the rest of the village to hear about this… I want the message to reach our allies in Konoha …I want the Fourth Hokage to know exactly who Sangetsu Hozuki claims to be.” In other words, Takeshi sought to let Sangetsu destroy himself with one last idiotic move. Gift-wrapped and with enough ears to confirm what was said, the hunter-nin that had appeared would vanish to make certain that Sangetsu’s own messenger had passed on the Hozuki’s will throughout the village and departed for Konoha shortly. The six that remained would feel the tension in the area rising, not due to Takeshi’s own words still carrying much weight among the village as his father’s son, but because they didn’t take kindly to Sangetsu’s complete disregard of protocol and ‘claim’ to the role of leader. Through fear he might’ve gained some following within this village, but it was absolute respect and love for the Fifth Mizukage that kept the people loyal to his offspring and his ideals. If Sangetsu had any hope of redemption, he’d keep silent and listen to what was about to be said before it was much too late for him to return.
“Bodies wither and die …but good deeds and wills of strong men and women live on. Konoha’s Will of Fire is proof of this, and although my father’s soul has left his body, he isn’t dead in the hearts and minds of the people he called his comrades, his friends, family. Shinji Yuki still lives to this day in everyone who ever knew him.” Lived on not only by his wife and children, but by numerous shinobi and kunoichi across multiple nations. Even before he was Mizukage he had traveled across the lands and formed many bonds across them, unhappy with a reclusive lifestyle in the home he loved so much. This wasn’t about one’s power, this was about the impression a good man had left on people, and Sangetsu’s rage would ensure his downfall long before an open threat. Whatever loyalty he might’ve gained from his peers threatened to wither and die, leaving the Hozuki clan as a whole in the spotlight. The Fourth and Fifth have never wronged clans as a whole unless the entire clan had chosen to follow the same path, which may have meant Sangetsu earned loyalty legitimately or through power alone. Power didn’t move people, and that was a lesson the Empress had yet to learn. Sangetsu could be the first to understand the position he was in.
“The truth is …I never expected you to betray a man, even a dead man, who had believed you could have been more than the monster the world had seen you as. I wanted you removed from our village years ago, many of his friends and even our clan, yet for some reason he kept you …trusted you to be a better man than you were now.” The earlier remark of ‘Friends’ being a pathetic word to Sangetsu would ultimately prove that he had no one he could call on to put his faith in. The Fifth Mizukage was argued even by the current Hokage to be the strongest between the two, and believed him to have been the best thing to happen to the village. Kirigakure had agreed; in spite of all the disagreements and strong opinions each individual shared, a vast majority would admit that Shinji Yuki was a good man, and the second chance the village needed. No longer would the children they bore be put to slaughter if only to see the ‘strongest’, and strength would no longer decide who had good fortune in the Land of Water. Whether Sangetsu believed it or not, the ‘Bloody Mist’ had little to no chance to return with not one, but two generations of Kirigakure aspiring to peace. Whatever his father saw in this animal he didn’t know, but for the sake of believing in him did he try to give Sangetsu the opportunity to be more than that animal everyone saw him as. Allowing him control of the rebellion forces in the area was a mistake, and would be corrected in due time.
“He gave you the chance no one else would have given, Sangetsu. You’ve failed …you’re an empty man who couldn’t change who he was for the sake of not only his clan, but himself. No friends, only anger …and that’s not what the Mist wants anymore.” Takeshi wouldn’t hold the Hozuki responsible for the actions of Sangetsu unless they openly supported his illegal action taken. The truth of the matter was that although the Fifth had died half a year ago, the village was not yet ready to accept another as Mizukage, and he suspected the world itself wasn’t ready either. Kenji Uchiha would see him killed, or at the very least disavow him and his cause. Takeshi would have hoped that Kenji would kill him personally to see this disgrace wiped from the face of the earth, but the emotion of pity had fell on him the more he thought about this. He pitied Sangetsu and those that believed in his dark desires. Perhaps this was how his father had felt when he chose to spare Sangetsu humiliation and death …perhaps deep down he wanted to believe he saw some good in him, that he’d put the will of his home before his own selfish desires.
Though the shinobi nearby that obviously took to Shinji’s son and daughter over Sangetsu, they relaxed only slightly on their killing intentions but kept their guards up even so knowing Sangetsu’s temperament. Through fear he manipulated the weaker of mind and body, but what Takeshi’s words said had reminded them that the will of the village would not shatter so easily due to the outrageous claims of a man such as this. For that, and Takeshi’s own command, they stayed their blades. Had the message not been clear enough yet, Takeshi would bet that for every single man in the world that might’ve backed Sangetsu, there were at least fifty more who’d back what Shinji Yuki stood for.
The Fifth Mizukage only made enemies of those who were enemies of themselves.
“I’ll give your message time to spread, and I hope civil war doesn’t erupt due to your arrogance …we didn’t need your ego to overwhelm the village’s needs, but now …I’m not sure they need you at all anymore.” And, of course, in spite of all Takeshi had said he had taken the parchment from Kotomi and handed it to Sangetsu without anger or disgust. What he chose to do with the request for peace was up to him, as he may not be able to maintain much ‘authority’ any longer. Out of all things he could’ve challenged, the seat of the Mizukage remained empty for a reason, and there were people within this village that would sooner die than see him take it. Were it any other previous Kage in the world the reaction may not have been as strong, but Kirigakure was more than its Bloody Mist name, it had become of value and respect for more than just murder. They would never want to go back to those cruel times.
“For what it's worth... I hope whatever end you meet is one you’re proud of, Sangetsu. The Hidden Mist won’t follow you to hell …you’ll go on your own.” Allowing him to take it, Takeshi would let this boil in his brain. Of course his immediate action could be to attempt to strike him or Kotomi, but by doing so would ultimately make the Land of Water his enemy, much more the world. It paid to have friends, and Kirigakure had many they weren’t willing to lose. An age of prosperity had taken root, and to have it threatened to be uprooted meant that this was a war between the way the Land of Water and the world preferred, and the rage of a single man. Sangetsu Hozuki was effectively a dead man to this world in terms of respect gathered, luck may see him allowed to live in the Land of Water in isolation, but that was for it to decide.
Patting his sister on the shoulder twice, he nodded towards the village and had allowed her to move first, hoping that she’d hold her tongue and let what he said hang. Threats didn’t work on a man who wanted to be threatening, but perhaps a dose of logic and knowledge to his mind would help him see his error. He hated the man deeply and had hoped he was stupid enough to do this; only now did the young man see that he was much more saddened than thrilled. His father’s hopes, his mercy …a waste.
“Let’s return, everyone. We’ve got work to do.” Takeshi had disappeared, his agility going to be as renowned as his father’s in time with how fast he disappeared from sight. Though the six in the mist had different means of doing things, Takeshi’s words had struck them harder than any blow Sangetsu could perform ever would. Mercy without deserving it, belief in a ruined man to become more, and the will of a father radiating perfectly in his son. The six departed after the Yuki twins and would ensure that the will of the Fifth Mizukage never died in the people they protected, and the people they had loved.
Kirigakure wouldn’t falter.
I'll post sometime tomorrow or Wednesday to bail her out if no one else is going to, I just want to give people the time to respond to things first.
Altered Tundra said
Well, it turns out my net won't shut off until the 29th — given that we don't pay it by then. So, I'll be posting as Nazo later today; most likely in the PM.
That's pretty good news, nice.
Sketcher said
The battle's just outside the village, right?
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Yes Sketcher.
Yog Sothoth said
A summary
Um, well, Shukaku was beaten since everyone seems to have nuked it. It's been sealed into the Mercenary Leader. The next order of business is for you and the others to get inside the castle so the Empress might brief you on what comes next, but I'm sure the hermaphrodite corpse rapist can go out there and hump a few dead bodies before they decompose. Nasty little thing. Rebels uprising has started!
I've posted, advancing some events in Kiri, and opted to try something new. Since I maintain the flow in the rebels fight I gave Kal-El and Chev a situation they can choose to acknowledge for fun. The rest of you are either together with someone now or haven't had ample opportunity to kick enough butt on your own. If you'd want me to try and do something like this again in the future, I'll be happy to try it. Keep up the posts guys, all in good fun!
Coming to a slow and unwilling halt, Takeshi heard the disgusting form of Sangetsu Hozuki take form behind him. It may have been the scent of blood and murder so boldly spread across his large form, or the fact that whenever he happened to come around there was a revolting stench like no other, but Takeshi was all too used to his filth when he had come around. His praise meant little to nothing, and it was not a secret that the son of the Fifth Mizukage had despised this relic of a cruel and horrific past that this village was working to remove for the last few decades. The outdated opinions of a man with no purpose other than senseless murder were quite useless, and when a hand was laid on his shoulder Takeshi almost wanted to see it sliced off. People like Sangetsu Hozuki didn’t belong in the world as it was anymore, but if he should do anything decent with his cruelness in his life it would see the Empress and her occupation completely destroyed.
“We’re not friends …don’t lay a hand on me again.” Takeshi warned, shrugging his shoulder and taking another step forward. Why his father allowed that animal to even hold a title he’d never understand. Looking back towards him drenched in blood and without any remorse on his face, Takeshi saw that there was no future for this man any longer. Only by murder could he feel anything, and no matter how much he begged for it the ‘old days’ would never return for him. As much as he hoped the Hidden Mist technique could erase him entirely, it seemed he’d need to count on the Empress to deal with someone like him before this all ended. A humbling was in order, one his father never bothered to give him personally. “I surrendered the command of the rebellion in Kiri and you had taken it, only to casually come here knowing that we wouldn’t fail. Return to them, give them orders necessary to ensure the safety of our village.”
Hating the history of his home, it was understandable that Takeshi have a deep loathing for everything Sangetsu stood for. The blood on his hands was likely larger than the span of this entire village, and he’d never make friends with someone who enjoyed a massacre like this. Returning his gaze elsewhere, Kotomi had been equally unimpressed with Sangetsu’s return and hadn’t bothered to acknowledge him much more. In the end he led the forces here, which meant Takeshi and Kotomi would be little more than consultants. Should Sangetsu ever fail in protecting the Mist and jeopardizing what the 4th and 5th Mizukage stood for, he’d find that this village had grown ill of anything referencing the bloody era of the past, and would lose support he might’ve still had from many of his peers. Kotomi was reading something closely, and by the time he joined at her side again she had blurted out what exactly she had obtained: A peace treaty.
Takeshi’s surprise wasn’t as grand as his sisters; the ‘treaty’ could’ve been a ploy of some kind but other than that possibility she had taken much too long to bring about a ‘treaty’. The Empress’ call for peace was a laugh without being funny. To rob four of five villages of their leaders and slay thousands of people who wanted to live life without her looming over them only to ask for peace knowing that this wasn’t going to be over anytime soon? The Empress restored too much hatred into the world for it to be stamped out with words on a sheet of paper, and had effectively set back all that his father had tried to accomplish until his death. This wouldn’t be settled so easily, not by a long shot.
“Too late.” Takeshi muttered, standing back up from his leaning. “She had her chance a long time ago to stop her madness. There’s too much to answer for …and I’m beyond words.”
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The battle for Konoha’s individual freedom had raged on with countless men and women fighting for the sake of control over their own destiny. As far as Kaede could see, multiple soldiers of the Empire were getting cut down with minimal effort by the rebellious forces. Her Byakugan had read many actions all at once, but with her seal placed onto many of them she could also feel what they had gone through. A severe burn to the leg of one, narrowly avoiding getting burned to a crisp by fire ninjutsu. A painful pair of kunai striking the arms of another comrade just thirty feet beside her. Her group had been spared combat for the moment, but it wasn’t long until Natsumi had met with her own set of enemies and had broken off to engage them. One by one many had peeled off to engage in their own battles, all that remained of her escort combat wise was Dren of the Hyuga clan and Takeo himself.
Expertly maintaining focus on her surroundings as well as channeling her strength upon the seals placed on her comrades, they would all find immediate relief to the wounds they had sustained, as well as the chakra they had expended. Tissue was being repaired almost as fast as it was torn, burns were being soothed, and for ninjutsu users they would find that their chakra wasn’t wearing thin anytime soon. Being a living, breathing battery to power the forces that backed her rendered Kaede a highly valued target in any battle, but the Hokage had been fully aware of that, as was Takeo. So she was forced to keep hidden for months, all for this moment.
“Kaede, stay close to Natsumi, keep each other safe!” Takeo urged the Angel of the Leaf, having yet to draw his blade.
“Wait, what will you do?” Kaede asked.
“I’m going for the heart of this fight, we’ll meet again shortly!” Takeo had seemed to vanish with how much quickly he picked up speed. Before Kaede could say much more, Konoha’s Red Crosswind had took off ahead into the thickest of the enemy in a reckless charge few could perform.
‘Good Luck.’ Kaede had established a connection with Takeo prior, allowing her to keep track of his current health and position. He was moving farther ahead into the thick of it, but trusted that they’d see each other shortly. Coming to a stop on the strong limb of a free above Natsumi, Kaede looked to Dren Hyuga who was the one remaining to help back her up. Although the others as part of her escort were nearby, he was the only one within close earshot by now. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. Just help the others!” so long as no one could identify her as the one who fueled a sizable amount of this attack, she shouldn’t be focused nearly as much as she would were they to know. There was a lot of blood and brutality surrounding her, and though she knew things would come to this some time ago she hoped it wouldn’t be dragged out.
Focusing all her efforts on maintaining the link she shared with many of her comrades, Kaede would maintain the fighting strength of her allies. Clasping her hands together, a visible aura of chakra surrounded her, taking an increased effort to numb any pain as minor and moderate wounds would close and cool. The technique that Natsumi herself used was quickly refunded due to the close proximity they shared, and although Kaede didn’t expect her to move so quickly with killing, she was thankful that at least she ended things quickly.
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“Wh-what the hell’s with this freak!?”
“He’s not human!”
Multiple soldiers who once stood their ground against Yukio were now second-guessing their chances against the rebellion’s offensive. One by one this beast had carved up their comrades and showed no signs of stopping, the blood he had accumulated coating his body. With that level of glee from such a situation, it seemed hopeless to go against such a powerful warrior. Thankfully there were those among the battlefield everywhere who had chosen to remain strong for those younger and much less vulnerable to the realities of conflict. Not all men and women were fearless and this was understandable in the face of people like this, but no matter how dire it looked each and every one of them had a duty. They were entrusted with maintaining watch over the Land of Fire, to maintain the peace, and the rebels now threatened to resume the war that had ceased half a year ago.
“Stand your ground, we’ll keep fighting as long as we have to. The Empress is counting on us!” Spoke a gruff, bearded man who looked well into his early forties. Dressed in light armor but no doubt a leader-type, he stared Yukio into the face knowing that it could mean his death. That menace could carve him up in the blink of an eye, but even so …he wouldn’t cower. He couldn’t.
Earth Release: Earth Flow River!
Performing the Tiger handseal, the ‘leader’ of the branch of soldiers that tried to contain Yukio had performed a jutsu that would appear below him and attempt to throw him off balance, making his reckless charge costly for him. It appeared his efforts had inspired some of the men and women by his side, as they had joined together to help put Yukio down.
Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet!
Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet!
Utilizing the mud used to push Yukio back regardless of its effectiveness, the head of a dragon had appeared and released fast balls of mud towards him. Combined with the aid of another’s Fire Release technique, the balls of mud were much more deadly with fire surrounding them. Through it all, they’d continue when all appeared lost.
-
Colliding against the ground with a sore jaw, one of the Empress’ soldiers rubbed it, unsatisfied with how things were going with this girl and her shadow clones. He didn’t know anything about a ‘clan’ that was wiped out, but he did know that he’d pay her back for that blow she dealt him. Karela was in his sights, and in spite of how reckless it was he had gotten to his feet and reached into the small pack around his waist, retrieving two sets of kunai. The soldier gripped them tightly and grinned proudly, what he lacked in technique he made up for in guts.
“Hey, BITCH! EAT THIS!” Throwing both kunai towards the general area of Karela and her clones without jeopardizing the allies that were still alive, the kunai would come in contact with the ground below her and explode thanks to the explosive tags he had done his best to conceal until release. If lucky, the damage might've forced some of her clones to disappear. He had no way to tell which one was real, but if he could manage to even destroy one of her clones it improved the chances of his comrades at least a little.
-
Although the forces of the Empire were holding, there was no mistaking that it was only a matter of time until the rebels had decided things. Kenta Akimichi would be a fool to say he didn’t see this coming, and his only mistake was not telling Nikuya of the possibilities sooner. There was once a time where he rebelled against the Empress, but there was a single soul that had convinced him that while her ways were regrettably violent, it was only due to the fact that none had given her means of handling the state of the world in a different fashion. So on that day, the day where the combined might of Kirigakure and Konohagakure went against the Empress, Kenta had defected from the people he once called his allies. His family would know him as a traitor, the decision he made that day still choked him up. He’d have liked to see things differently, at least show his former friends that what the Empress was doing was a result of how the world really was. The Empress’ Hand had shown him a lot of possibilities and even spared his life, something he was eternally grateful for. Clutching a scroll in hand detailing the peace treaty offered, he turned towards the door of the center-most building surrounding the area and departed to join the men fighting and dying to see this world united.
He might perish today, as would all of those who had worked together with him to forge a brighter future for their families and children, but he couldn’t let himself die for nothing. It would have to count …if only they would lend him their ears.
“We’re not friends …don’t lay a hand on me again.” Takeshi warned, shrugging his shoulder and taking another step forward. Why his father allowed that animal to even hold a title he’d never understand. Looking back towards him drenched in blood and without any remorse on his face, Takeshi saw that there was no future for this man any longer. Only by murder could he feel anything, and no matter how much he begged for it the ‘old days’ would never return for him. As much as he hoped the Hidden Mist technique could erase him entirely, it seemed he’d need to count on the Empress to deal with someone like him before this all ended. A humbling was in order, one his father never bothered to give him personally. “I surrendered the command of the rebellion in Kiri and you had taken it, only to casually come here knowing that we wouldn’t fail. Return to them, give them orders necessary to ensure the safety of our village.”
Hating the history of his home, it was understandable that Takeshi have a deep loathing for everything Sangetsu stood for. The blood on his hands was likely larger than the span of this entire village, and he’d never make friends with someone who enjoyed a massacre like this. Returning his gaze elsewhere, Kotomi had been equally unimpressed with Sangetsu’s return and hadn’t bothered to acknowledge him much more. In the end he led the forces here, which meant Takeshi and Kotomi would be little more than consultants. Should Sangetsu ever fail in protecting the Mist and jeopardizing what the 4th and 5th Mizukage stood for, he’d find that this village had grown ill of anything referencing the bloody era of the past, and would lose support he might’ve still had from many of his peers. Kotomi was reading something closely, and by the time he joined at her side again she had blurted out what exactly she had obtained: A peace treaty.
Takeshi’s surprise wasn’t as grand as his sisters; the ‘treaty’ could’ve been a ploy of some kind but other than that possibility she had taken much too long to bring about a ‘treaty’. The Empress’ call for peace was a laugh without being funny. To rob four of five villages of their leaders and slay thousands of people who wanted to live life without her looming over them only to ask for peace knowing that this wasn’t going to be over anytime soon? The Empress restored too much hatred into the world for it to be stamped out with words on a sheet of paper, and had effectively set back all that his father had tried to accomplish until his death. This wouldn’t be settled so easily, not by a long shot.
“Too late.” Takeshi muttered, standing back up from his leaning. “She had her chance a long time ago to stop her madness. There’s too much to answer for …and I’m beyond words.”
-
The battle for Konoha’s individual freedom had raged on with countless men and women fighting for the sake of control over their own destiny. As far as Kaede could see, multiple soldiers of the Empire were getting cut down with minimal effort by the rebellious forces. Her Byakugan had read many actions all at once, but with her seal placed onto many of them she could also feel what they had gone through. A severe burn to the leg of one, narrowly avoiding getting burned to a crisp by fire ninjutsu. A painful pair of kunai striking the arms of another comrade just thirty feet beside her. Her group had been spared combat for the moment, but it wasn’t long until Natsumi had met with her own set of enemies and had broken off to engage them. One by one many had peeled off to engage in their own battles, all that remained of her escort combat wise was Dren of the Hyuga clan and Takeo himself.
Expertly maintaining focus on her surroundings as well as channeling her strength upon the seals placed on her comrades, they would all find immediate relief to the wounds they had sustained, as well as the chakra they had expended. Tissue was being repaired almost as fast as it was torn, burns were being soothed, and for ninjutsu users they would find that their chakra wasn’t wearing thin anytime soon. Being a living, breathing battery to power the forces that backed her rendered Kaede a highly valued target in any battle, but the Hokage had been fully aware of that, as was Takeo. So she was forced to keep hidden for months, all for this moment.
“Kaede, stay close to Natsumi, keep each other safe!” Takeo urged the Angel of the Leaf, having yet to draw his blade.
“Wait, what will you do?” Kaede asked.
“I’m going for the heart of this fight, we’ll meet again shortly!” Takeo had seemed to vanish with how much quickly he picked up speed. Before Kaede could say much more, Konoha’s Red Crosswind had took off ahead into the thickest of the enemy in a reckless charge few could perform.
‘Good Luck.’ Kaede had established a connection with Takeo prior, allowing her to keep track of his current health and position. He was moving farther ahead into the thick of it, but trusted that they’d see each other shortly. Coming to a stop on the strong limb of a free above Natsumi, Kaede looked to Dren Hyuga who was the one remaining to help back her up. Although the others as part of her escort were nearby, he was the only one within close earshot by now. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. Just help the others!” so long as no one could identify her as the one who fueled a sizable amount of this attack, she shouldn’t be focused nearly as much as she would were they to know. There was a lot of blood and brutality surrounding her, and though she knew things would come to this some time ago she hoped it wouldn’t be dragged out.
Focusing all her efforts on maintaining the link she shared with many of her comrades, Kaede would maintain the fighting strength of her allies. Clasping her hands together, a visible aura of chakra surrounded her, taking an increased effort to numb any pain as minor and moderate wounds would close and cool. The technique that Natsumi herself used was quickly refunded due to the close proximity they shared, and although Kaede didn’t expect her to move so quickly with killing, she was thankful that at least she ended things quickly.
-
“Wh-what the hell’s with this freak!?”
“He’s not human!”
Multiple soldiers who once stood their ground against Yukio were now second-guessing their chances against the rebellion’s offensive. One by one this beast had carved up their comrades and showed no signs of stopping, the blood he had accumulated coating his body. With that level of glee from such a situation, it seemed hopeless to go against such a powerful warrior. Thankfully there were those among the battlefield everywhere who had chosen to remain strong for those younger and much less vulnerable to the realities of conflict. Not all men and women were fearless and this was understandable in the face of people like this, but no matter how dire it looked each and every one of them had a duty. They were entrusted with maintaining watch over the Land of Fire, to maintain the peace, and the rebels now threatened to resume the war that had ceased half a year ago.
“Stand your ground, we’ll keep fighting as long as we have to. The Empress is counting on us!” Spoke a gruff, bearded man who looked well into his early forties. Dressed in light armor but no doubt a leader-type, he stared Yukio into the face knowing that it could mean his death. That menace could carve him up in the blink of an eye, but even so …he wouldn’t cower. He couldn’t.
Earth Release: Earth Flow River!
Performing the Tiger handseal, the ‘leader’ of the branch of soldiers that tried to contain Yukio had performed a jutsu that would appear below him and attempt to throw him off balance, making his reckless charge costly for him. It appeared his efforts had inspired some of the men and women by his side, as they had joined together to help put Yukio down.
Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet!
Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet!
Utilizing the mud used to push Yukio back regardless of its effectiveness, the head of a dragon had appeared and released fast balls of mud towards him. Combined with the aid of another’s Fire Release technique, the balls of mud were much more deadly with fire surrounding them. Through it all, they’d continue when all appeared lost.
-
Colliding against the ground with a sore jaw, one of the Empress’ soldiers rubbed it, unsatisfied with how things were going with this girl and her shadow clones. He didn’t know anything about a ‘clan’ that was wiped out, but he did know that he’d pay her back for that blow she dealt him. Karela was in his sights, and in spite of how reckless it was he had gotten to his feet and reached into the small pack around his waist, retrieving two sets of kunai. The soldier gripped them tightly and grinned proudly, what he lacked in technique he made up for in guts.
“Hey, BITCH! EAT THIS!” Throwing both kunai towards the general area of Karela and her clones without jeopardizing the allies that were still alive, the kunai would come in contact with the ground below her and explode thanks to the explosive tags he had done his best to conceal until release. If lucky, the damage might've forced some of her clones to disappear. He had no way to tell which one was real, but if he could manage to even destroy one of her clones it improved the chances of his comrades at least a little.
-
Although the forces of the Empire were holding, there was no mistaking that it was only a matter of time until the rebels had decided things. Kenta Akimichi would be a fool to say he didn’t see this coming, and his only mistake was not telling Nikuya of the possibilities sooner. There was once a time where he rebelled against the Empress, but there was a single soul that had convinced him that while her ways were regrettably violent, it was only due to the fact that none had given her means of handling the state of the world in a different fashion. So on that day, the day where the combined might of Kirigakure and Konohagakure went against the Empress, Kenta had defected from the people he once called his allies. His family would know him as a traitor, the decision he made that day still choked him up. He’d have liked to see things differently, at least show his former friends that what the Empress was doing was a result of how the world really was. The Empress’ Hand had shown him a lot of possibilities and even spared his life, something he was eternally grateful for. Clutching a scroll in hand detailing the peace treaty offered, he turned towards the door of the center-most building surrounding the area and departed to join the men fighting and dying to see this world united.
He might perish today, as would all of those who had worked together with him to forge a brighter future for their families and children, but he couldn’t let himself die for nothing. It would have to count …if only they would lend him their ears.
Oooooh, right, yeah I get it, I just forgot which part of this you guys were mad about the most. :3 He's learned from this >.> I hope ...
yoshua171 said
#notthepoint :P
Was the point that all of you wanted to be recognized for your individual efforts rather than being lumped together or am I missing the point too?
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