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Current That's being a writer sometimes, man.
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Because they can't be apart.
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We should PUSH the climate SOMEWHERE ELSE!
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I hoped you were lying Odin. Fuck... anyone but him.

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LowKey123 said
Because of something on the internet? Nope. You should never wish illness/possible death on ANYBODY, except for people that have murdered/completely broken the law in many, many ways. See, that's what I don't get. People who wish death on other people over the internet.


Didn't wish death, I said disease, can't cure death but you can cure disease.
People who make zero effort to try and write anything even after you've given them perfectly good ideas, then drop out due to 'getting bored' when they put no effort forward to begin with. I am sick and tired of having to hold hands with grown men because they lack any creativity whatsoever, and equally mad when people say they're busy but are posting freely elsewhere.

Hope people that do that catch a disease, I'm fed up reading excuses and lies.
Minor surprise had come as a result of Ryozan’s bow; respecting your superiors was proper etiquette but there wasn’t much need for him to hang his head low and do such a thing for him. He might’ve told him that ahead of time, but it seemed rude to interrupt him. The boy had admitted he was at fault for how he had handled things thus far, seeking Takeo’s own forgiveness as it was Takeo himself that denied him the right to represent his own home until a time like this had come. Shifting weight between his left and right foot, discomfort from how he was being addressed was starting to become visible. All this bowing and kneeling seemed akin to the respect one showed to a much more important figure like a daimyo, a lord, or even a Kage. Through his years of dedicated service Takeo had more than earned this level of respect amongst peers and the generation Ryozan had grown in, but there was just no pleasure in the gesture.

A much more shocking reveal came in the form of making certain his position in this conflict was no longer in question. Eliminating the man who offered him the scroll was an aggressive way to go about it, desperate men often did things unlike them. To go from protecting the lives of people you didn’t know to taking away the life of someone you didn’t understand was drastic, but war had left many men and women unable to shift guilt. You took arms for a cause, you were therefore able to endure the hardship that came with it. In the case of Takeo, his service will come to an end soon enough, but Ryozan had his entire life ahead of him and the hardship he felt now would only grow in time. Now came the question of accepting Ryozan so willingly, or denying him a right he was practically begging for at this point.

“Well, if you want to get back into my good graces then you can start by lifting your head up. Making people bow their heads to me isn’t really my style, all I asked from you was to decide where you stood.” As a Jounin Commander he exercised his right to strip Ryozan of his rank, and the cause for doing so was not unjust. None of that meant that he had some sort of power trip, it would be preferred if Ryozan walked away from him without ever believing such a thing. Approaching the young man casually, Takeo pat Ryozan on his right shoulder and nodded his head towards the village before proceeding to walk. The night was still fairly young and the village was bustling with life, those establishments that specialized in selling good drink and pleasurable company looked to be getting some quality customers. Things were much different than they were a few hours ago, with the best part of it being no armored men roaming the streets. Because of Kenji’s strategy he had spared the village from sustaining any long term damage, which meant that nothing had changed other than who watched over this village. “I didn’t hate you for feeling how you did. There would be a time where you would need to make a choice, to stand by the village …or stand aside from it. Keeping you out of that battle was to prevent confusion that might’ve gotten you or others harmed. All that being said, you didn’t need to kill that man to express your decision, but you’ve made it regardless and that’s what I asked of you.” The tone was easygoing, much like it was just a few hours ago. Takeo was a leader and of course he held strong qualities that might intimidate some, but to those who knew him he was a man who could separate business and pleasure. The business of disciplining Ryozan for an evening was already done, and the pleasure of reinstating his status was now. As he walked the streets and took in the atmosphere of a hard-earned victory, the Jounin Commander looked to Ryozan directly.

“Ryozan Tanzo, I revoke my earlier punishment and you are now allowed to represent the Hidden Leaf’s interests once again …as a Chuunin.” Takeo smirked at this. It was likely some part of Ryozan might’ve felt cheated from his demotion, but he hoped that the major part of him was thankful for the opportunity to serve with pride. Besides, the opportunity to earn Jounin once again was possible just as long as he worked hard at it. “Don’t fret about me …at the end of the day I only want what’s best for everyone, even if I may come across as scary sometimes. I don’t hold a grudge against you, you’ve done what I asked you to do and I’m looking forward to seeing you excel, as I do all of your generation.”

With this matter settled, there were just a couple matters more to see to before he could settle down for the night and get some rest. Although celebration was not prohibited, alcohol consumption by shinobi were to be heavily monitored in case the worst would come. Then there was the matter of Natsumi, and worst of all the Hyuga Clan’s displeasure with Kaede’s handling which Kenji informed him he would handle personally. His granddaughter had caused a stir he hadn’t seen since the Nine-Tailed Fox was sealed within her, and from what both he and her father had managed to witness it was threatening to bring fear once again. Luckily only some of her fellows would have seen it, but word might travel as well. It was a lot to think about, and all he wanted to do was sit down with his family and have a celebratory drink. War was certainly work.

“Where are your friends anyway? You should be out celebrating with them.”

Takeo was guiding them to the Uchiha compound, obviously to meet with his family. Ryozan’s answer may just prompt an invitation to spend some time with them, which was of course if he didn’t have a family of his own to return to.

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The poison had been fought, and the severe burns across his forearms and dangerously close to his face were taken care of. The armor was scorched and thankfully didn’t fuse with his body itself. Burning hot metal attached to one’s skin was not pleasurable in the least. It was here in the Akimichi compound that Kaede bore witness to the large gathering, no pun intended, of Akimichi surrounding Kenta. The Hokage’s pardon until further notice due to the Akimichi’s own request had prompted a beautiful reunion; Kenta had always been a respected member of the community, and it had clearly broken the hearts of many to have had to call him an enemy. There were tears down his face, exposing how much he suffered the scorn and hatred of the people he loved, and was so thankful that it could be broken for at least a short time. The Hokage, as fierce as his reputation, knew mercy.

Offering a quiet announcement that she’d be leaving, Kaede hadn’t gone without several large hugs, even one from Kenta himself that almost had her choked up. Thankfully she didn’t lose her composure, and had even managed to leave the compound with a small basket of bite-sized chocolate goods. Stepping out into the open streets she had taken to the Uchiha compound, aware that tending to Natsumi’s arms was now her next priority. After having the chance to calm down now, she could hopefully face Natsumi.

The real one this time.
Posting tonight at some point hopefully, moving and Warcraft III are distracting me.

-EDIT- Chev, can you tell me what part of the family Dren is?
Ah, alright, got a sum-up up. I'll have Takeo and Kenji go over some details later on in regards to performance but other than that we've moved on.

It is now two hours since that time, the battlefield is cleaned up and the last of the bodies were transported within Konoha now. It's a gorgeous evening in spite of the bloodshed, there is some mourning within Konoha but a lot more celebration. For the first time in six months everyone feels a lot more alive and in control of their lives.

I'll post as Kaede later.

EDIT - Oh, and contact between factions will start soon, sending people to Suna :3
An act of desperation and hopelessness, Natsumi’s attack was defended against by Kenta, risking his life to protect the men he had just knocked out. Whatever had spurred Natsumi to act this way, even in the midst of a life-risking deadlock between his hands and her flames, his pain from prolonged exposure didn’t equal his disappointment in her. Had he not cared for his comrades they would likely be incinerated by now due to the Uchiha’s reckless new power. Badly burned but thankfully projecting enough strength with his excess chakra, Kenta Akimichi had successfully defended himself. His arms hung limp at his sides, in spite of his massive strength it didn’t give him invulnerability to a powerful jutsu, one he had no wish to escape. Dropping to his knees the battle had appeared over, but before anyone could say anything Kaede had rushed to Kenta’s side and did her best to hide her disappointment and fear from Natsumi.

‘That wasn’t Natsumi’ she thought to herself, hurriedly applying her seal to Kenta’s chest and accessing his vital organs and chakra system both. Establishing a link, her chakra had sunk deep into his body and had begun to hurriedly eliminate the poison that coursed through his veins.

“You’re one of us …whether they see it or not!” Kaede muttered to Kenta, who was in awe at Kaede’s kindness in spite of everything. Truly the Akimichi could not hide his dedication to the Hidden Leaf, whether he was on the opposite side of their beliefs or not. Because Natsumi was conscious and clearly burned her arms so thoroughly that feeling the pain was unlikely at what she had endured, Kenta was in a much more dire position. The poison came first, the charred flesh that was his hands would come soon enough. No more could be said at this point, for the Commander of the Rebel forces, Takeo Watanabe, was joined by the Hokage and coincidentally his son-in-law Kenji Uchiha. The two gave glances to both Kenta and Natsumi, the latter with a great deal much more concern, while the former with disappointment and regret. They didn’t stop Kaede from healing Kenta, and the Akimichi who had joined in this attack had joined beside Kenta. The ‘traitor’ was bewildered at his clan joining beside him, but they were quick to mention that they’d take care of Kenta if they received permission. It appeared they shared Kaede’s strong opinion of him, rubbing off on the comrades she had in the vicinity. Based on the response everyone else shared, only Natsumi and herself seemed to care at all about Kenta’s well-being. Thankfully his clan was willing to work with him, no longer giving a cold shoulder or wishing his death.

Kenta Akimichi still loved each and every one of them all this time, and it had shown; he had not killed a single shinobi loyal to the leaf, the only crime tied to him was leaving it when it needed him.

“Watch the arms, sweetheart.” Kenji spoke aloud, keeping his dark eyes on the Akimichi that hovered closely to Kenta. Chizuma, wife of Kenji and only daughter of Takeo, had leaped into action and glomped her daughter in a comical fashion, but was careful of the arms all the same. This did well to ease some of the tension, as all those were keeping eye contact on himself. The battle was over, they had won, and there was a lot of dead to see and injured to tend to. While attention was maintained, Kenji nodded to Takeo, who had spoken aloud once more in regards to the peace treaty the Empress had crafted. Although Kenta’s case was on deaf ears, his effort to ensure that putting this war to a true end and coming to terms with the enemy as Konoha knew them had succeeded. They could see it on the faces of many; war brought a lot of pain, and although many wished vengeance, many also wished to make the statement clear for the Empress.

Konoha would not bow to her will.

“Kaede, is Natsumi …?” Kenji asked

“Her arms have taken a lot of damage, but I can heal them …I …just need time right now.” Kaede mumbled. To the untrained eye Kaede would seem perfectly still, but to Kenji himself he saw that she was quivering every few moments. Bearing witness to a side of Natsumi she had never seen and having been so close to losing someone she cared about because of it was a considerable shock. As a jounin Kaede had kept her composure in front of others so as to not bring concern, and as a friend she wouldn’t want Natsumi to know she was so frightened of what she had seen. There was no eye contact to even himself for this reason.

“Thank you. As for everyone else!” Kenji spoke louder now, so others might hear him much more clearly. The Hyuga had made an approach to meet with Kaede after her close call with danger, and didn’t appear too fond of Dren’s lackluster effort in the battle itself. “We’ve won today, but tomorrow is another day. I don’t agree with the Empire’s solution, but if it’s the will of my village then I’ll comply. Do we want these terms!?”

A roar of disapproval erupted from all around him; it appeared that though they were all exhausted, they still had the energy to spit at the Empress’ idea of a peace treaty. Deep down Kenji was thankful that they saw things as he did. The support of his comrade’s aside, Kenji didn’t want this to be a long term war; he’d need to figure out a solution that benefit everyone.


~-~

For the next two hours the Leaf had done a thorough cleanup, even the enemies they had slain to free themselves from their grasp. There was bitterness among them, but they had treated the bodies of the Imperials with some amount of respect. The kill rate within their own ranks was very minimal, but as Takeo looked at the still faces of those who had fallen he had noticed one of them he had met earlier today; Matsuka. Silently the Commander had paid his respects; although she had not handled herself as well as he’d have expected from a Jounin of Konoha, she died seeing that they were freed. For that, Takeo could not help but offer a silent word of thanks to not only her, but others who had fallen this day. In quiet contemplation the Commander had followed several units of medical personnel to take the bodies of their fallen, and were now heading back into Konoha after a very upsetting process.

“Hm?” Takeo looked to the village gates where a young man, a familiar one at that, stood waiting. He recognized him as the boy within Ichiraku earlier, who had given him quite the opinion. Allowing the medical personnel to continue on their way, Takeo had stopped and let his left arm rest idly along his blade’s sheath. He didn’t appear winded and hadn’t appeared to have taken much part in the battle itself, leaving him wondering if he really just stood here the entire time. There wasn’t very much for Takeo himself to say on anything regarding him, but should he have something to say then now was the time. “You took what I told you seriously if this is what you've done all this time. What’s it going to be, kid?”

Natsumi was still at home and he had some questions for her, as he was certain her father did as well, but the both of them had business to attend to. Allowing Chizuma to escort her home and tend to her until Kaede, Kenji and himself arrived left the pair of them busy. Should Ryozan wish to get into a verbal battle of some kind, he’d find that it would fall on deaf ears. However, if it turned out that it was the exact opposite, and that there was a decision to be made, he would listen with open ears.
Savato said
Come to a close?


Not the RP, just the entire rebel situation. Things didn't go as well as I hoped so I'm going to spare us from this snail-pace and just move us along now.
Savato said
boring them to death.


Yep.

Anyway this ends with Pierce's next post, a lot of unforeseen difficulties have prompted this to just come to a close.
Kaede had moved to rejoin the others with the battle now coming to a rushed end; Kenta had enough power within him now to cause a considerable shift in how things would go, but based on how he was defending his comrades now it was apparent that he didn’t have the will to kill those he had called his friends once. He intercepted all the jutsu he could in a timely fashion, using enlarged fists and feet to deflect what he could and halt all pursuers that would follow them. Many of his subordinates were surprised at the lengths he went to see them safe, to which he would bellow out to get a move on. The sole efforts of a single person could often change the opinions of an entire group of people. With Nikuya being dealt with by the Hokage, Kenta was the only leading officer to help instruct them, and though they ran away Kaede was certain most of which had felt guilty about it in the end regardless of the will to live.

Reuniting with the others as most of the pursuers of the retreating Imperial force came at Kenta, Kaede’s Byakugan had picked up a specific detail nestled away in the trees further behind, particularly close to Natsumi’s mother, Chizuma. Coming to a quick conclusion she was certain of, the Hyuga had been perplexed at Karela’s conclusion of Natsumi becoming an enemy. Letting Kenta run away was a particular error of judgment amongst all involved, but Kaede was thankful that they were able to see otherwise. Despite any anger they might’ve held towards him, Kenta was enduring all of the hate he could in order to see others flee alive, knowing they may never forgive him. However, to suggest attacking Natsumi was pretty much suicide considering the limited capabilities of the entire group shown. Other than perhaps Natsumi, Katsu might’ve been the only one who could do anything. Dren had been slow to act in many cases even though he was older and shared the rank of Jounin with her, and Karela’s anger was clouding her judgment to the point she might bring the others down.

“No,” Kaede started, her tone adopting more maturity than innocence. She had placed hope that the others could work together without her being there, but that was a mistake; organizing an attack on Natsumi was not going to solve anything, nor was running. “Attacking Natsumi is out of the question. Out of all the people she could have gone against, it was Kenta specifically, not any of us. There’s some level of control with her, and attacking her now might change that if we aren’t careful. Her body is also capable of being shrouded in flame, you might get Dren killed trying to touch her.” Not even Kenta could hold onto Natsumi for long, and as much as she didn’t enjoy thinking less of others, Dren hadn’t proved very capable in combat. As of now if he were to fight anyone present, he might die without his comrades beside him. The options Karela presented were reckless and careless, but no one had questioned them whatsoever. This was a bad sign. “Kenta isn’t running away. Those pills he took give him incredible power, but he’ll die shortly after taking just one. I don’t want to see him die, just look what he’s doing!”

Kenta, in spite of all the power within his body, refused to kill anyone that found their way in his range. He knocked one shinobi into a group of others, reached behind himself without even looking to grab another, and tossed him into that very same group. Established as an enemy of the rebellion but still going to great lengths to ensure no one else died but himself, all to buy the fleeing Imperials time to get away …he was still a good man, and it seemed like the only people capable of seeing that were the girls who had grown up to know a gentle side to this ferocious enemy.

“If he wanted to kill any of us, he would have. He hasn’t done so because he doesn’t want to, he’s still a shinobi of the Leaf to the day he dies, and I won’t see it happen today.” Organizing this group was going to prove impossible in the midst of battle, especially knowing that Kenta was likely triple the strength of all of them combined. The only saving grace they had was that Kenta obviously left them alive because he had no desire to win. As long as they were mindful of the obvious patterns he was following, they could defeat him. Kenta Akimichi, as strong as he was, couldn’t defeat the inevitable, nor was he prepared to. “For now, back Natsumi and myself up if we need it.”

Beginning to accelerate towards Kenta as he proceeded to catch the blades of two opponents and snap them in half with his bare hands before taking their heads and smashing them together, surely knocking the pair out and causing one major headache, Kaede tensed as he sensed her approach and drew back a fist.

Whatever happened next, she couldn’t miss.
Sorry it took me a little longer than expected, moving soon, not far just a couple minutes away.
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