Noobs Go Hard [Open to Tengakure Genin only]

Messiah rolls out of bed, painfully thudding to the floor. A wave of pain shoots up his back and a pained groan escapes from his lips. This was starting to become a daily occurrence, Messiah was going to have to start putting a second mattress next to his bed to avoid unnecessary back trauma. Hunched over and groaning, Messiah awkwardly waddles his way into the bathroom and painfully climbs into the shower. The hot water alleviates his pain, and Messiah takes a longer shower than usual. He spends a total of 30 minutes in the shower, most of it spent just standing there, allowing the hot water to cascade over his body. Eventually, Messiah’s mother comes in and yells at him to get out, apparently he is wasting the hot water. Hah, bullshit.

Messiah reluctantly extricates himself from the shower, wrapping a clean white towel around his waist. He completes the daily ritual of washing his face, brushing his teeth, and putting on a spritz of cologne before heading back into his bedroom. He opens the second draw down on his bureau and removes his usual outfit of a plain white tee, some jeans, and his favorite leather jacket. He takes his Heaven’s Sorrow Ninjato and straps it to his left hip, the hilt facing upwards, allowing for a quick and easy draw. He then slips on his Timberland boots and is almost ready to go. Only one thing is missing: breakfast.

Messiah excitedly runs down stairs and hops into a chair at the head of the breakfast table; his mother has gone up to take a shower. A bowl of sugared cornflakes in milk awaits Messiah at the table, as well as a glass of orange juice; he licks his lips. Grabbing a spoon, Messiah wolfs down his daily bowl of cereal, savoring every last bite. He then gulps down his orange juice and is own his way.

Lately, Messiah’s preferred haunt has been the country borders, he has been lurking around there and fighting random foreign shinobi that he has happened to come across. However, after a few near fatalities, Messiah has decided that it might be safer and more logical to spar with members of his own village. Keeping this in mind, Messiah heads towards the famed Training Towers of Tengakure. He has never been in here before, but he has heard that the Training Towers is the place to go if you are a young shinobi looking for some training. Messiah has heard that many shinobi of various skill levels spend time in this location, and he is eager to meet a powerful opponent with whom he can spar. Besides, it will be good to make some friends from his own village, he did not know very many people close to home at this moment.

Messiah approaches the two towers. They are massive, stretching a good 100 meters into the sky. They are identical, two brick buildings that stand side by side, they are connected by a narrow hallway. Their presence is somehow majestic. Messiah pushes open the twin glass doors that lead into the tower on the right. The inside of the towers is just as dazzling as the outside. Multiple stained glass windows line the walls of the tower, the images that they depict are stunning. The floor is perfectly polished turquoise marble, and there are multiple tools for training.

Messiah is disappointed to find that there is nobody else here to train with, it is just him, alone, by himself. A frown crosses Messiah’s face as he contemplates what to do as he awaits company. His eyes catch 3 training dummies in the corner of the room. Messiah shrugs, he figures that he will just have to train solo until some sparring partners arrive. He forms a few hand seals, kneading 3 small masses of fire chakra inside of his chest. All of a sudden, he spits out the fire in 3 separate balls, heading at great speed and clearing the 5 meters towards the dummies, immediately, the figures are incinerated.

Messiah is bored, simply sitting there with nothing to do, and nobody to spar with. He sits on a stool in the middle of the room, watching the doorway, hoping that somebody will enter. He places his chin in his palms, waiting with boredom for somebody to enter. He hopes this day will be as fun as he is anticipating.

[TWC = 738]

Okon, which was a shorter form of the name Okonishi, had just awoken from his night time slumber. He had quite wonderful dreams, burning down the nonbeliever's villages, pillaging them, and destroying their buildings to where nothing remained but fun ash for him to play with, though all great pleasures must soon come to an end. He jumped up, onto his two feet, on his bed. He began to jump up and down, yawning, getting in some good morning exercise. He jumped up and down, landing, and up and down once more, landing, and then did a front flip forward, off of his bed. He landed on his feet with a loud stomping noise. He was bent down forward, looking down at the floor with a bored face, then took a deep breath. "WAKIE WAKIE MOTHER FUCKERS." He shouted at the floor below, with what little luck he had just woken up a few children having their pleasant little dreams.



He walked over to his closet, stomping, making sure to finish the job he started in waking up those beneath him, with luck, those above him as well. He got dressed, putting on a cloak after a dark regular sized sleeves shirt. The sleeves of the cloak stretched down to just beyond his elbows. He then put on his pants, and then his belt. His belt wasn't mainly used for holding up his pants, moreso holding a special pouch that was capable of holding small projectile weapons, like the two Kunai hidden within. He walked over to a scabbard with a Katana blade. He picked it up. "You're my only friend.." He said, and sighed. "THATS ONE TOO MANY LITTLE FUCKER." He shouted. Then looked down at the center of the floor. "YOU AWAKE YET?" He yelled, jumping up and down on the floor multiple times, stomping, doing his best to wake whoever sent the complaints to the apartment's manager every day. He sighed, and hoped.



Okon walked out, after grabbing a box of cereal. He kept the scabbard with his Katana blade in it, under his arm pit as he ate his food. He made little nom sounds as he chewed aloud, shutting his door and locking it. He dashed down the few thirty stories worth of stairs, without breaking a sweat. He passed a group of children, then looked at them with a rather strange look, and they just stared back. Okon's eye brow was raised, and he looked at the group. He reached into his box and took another bite, then shouted "NOM NOM NOM." And watched them ran away. He chuckled a bit, then turned around to see a rather angry mother and her husband, a strong, tall, rather large man.



Okon was running, scabbard in one hand, box in the other. He looked behind him, the husband was closing in. "YOU SURE CAN RUN FOR A FATASS. Sorry, stereotype, I know." He said, then prayed. God, calling someone's wife a bitch really pisses people off, he thought. He saw the training towers, then ran into one, losing the man, and his box of cereal. A tear came to his eye, his stomach not yet satisfied.



Once he got up there, he noticed someone. Sitting in the middle of the room. It appeared he had just finished his training. He pullled out his sword. "I WILL AVENGE MY LITTLE BOX OF CEREAL." He shouted in his head, then looked at the boy, "HEY, YOU, YEAH YOU, wanna spar?" He said, his shouting turning into a nice quiet voice.

Messiah gets just what he is looking for as a man bursts through the door, shouting some rant about a box of cereal. He appears quite insane, he is in his late teens, perhaps almost twenty. With a poof of white smoke, two white-feathered, angelic wings appear upon Messiah’s back, and he uses them to gracefully float about 10 meters off the ground, above the man.. It will probably be better to get out of range of this insane man, lest he flies off his handle and hurts Messiah. Messiah is not looking for a death match, just a friendly spar. He hopes that this is what the new arrival is looking for as well.

As Messiah flies, he forms a few hand seals and needs some fire chakra inside of his chest; one large mass of it.

”Sure, let’s get started, shall we?” he answers the boy’s question. After answering, he releases his stored fire chakra in one massive flame thrower, aimed directly at the boy. The guy better have a very creative way to avoid this attack, as the flames move at a speed that greatly trumps the boy’s own, they move at over 4x the boy on the ground’s speed. It will be pretty bad for him if he does not find a way to avoid the technique. After launching his little fire jutsu, Messiah will then turn to the ground and pick up a discarded beer bottle that lies on the floor, turning it around and examining the label in his hands.

After a few seconds, he will then look back up to face the man, seeing if his attack has connected.

[TWC = 1,019, SHORT, sorry, I have to go very soon]

He watched as the boy flew up, angle wings, could it be an angle, from the Christain beliefs? No, it couldn't be, perhaps just a transformation.. yea.. he said, sighing. Angles in his religion were far different, wearing darker clothing, and having a ton of tools always handy from when they want to have some fun. He watched the boy prepare a few hand signs, his eye brow was still raised in surprise, though he quickly lowered it and smiled, putting the handle of his Katana blade in his mouth, and it's scabbard under his arm pit. "Silly flying bastard." He said, finishing his hand signs and grabbing his Katana blade. The fiery chakra hit him, though he was replaced by a training dummy as he was hit, so he took no damage. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a Kunai, though noticed the boy landing to pick up a bear bottle. He threw it at him. "Best be watchin' your back, bird boy!" He shouted at him, making sure he wasn't seriously injured.

Voided.

[Uhh...Kino's post is fine, but Yozora's is not only vague manip., but doesn't really make sense. I didn't light any doors on fire, I aimed it at Kino, who substituted with a dummy, therefore the dummy that he substituted with would be on fire. I never mentioned a door, or aiming at a door. Once I saw the dummy, I would presumably stop with the maneuver. You can't just join and say that I set a door on fire...tf? Can you please edit your post accordingly. Also, read my stat page before commenting and trying to play mod please. Henge no Jutsu specifically states that you can transform wings onto your body for flight. So uhh...yeah. Can you please edit or just delete your post and not enter? Aren't you in the middle of the chunnin exams anyway? If so, you can't be in this topic. Therefore your post will be voided if you were still in the process of the chunnin exams when you made this post. Thank you.]

[Umm...yeah. This is really stupid. You're still currently taking the chunnin exams. Therefore, by the rules, you cannot join and train in other topics. Your post is voided and me and Kino shall carry on as if you were never here.]

{Seeing as Messiah was banned, I'll be exiting and claiming my stats.}


Okon stood smiling, the boy didn't move. He widened his eyes, his aim seemed to be off today. Rather than hitting him in the back of the head, it just barely scraped his cheek, leaving a small cut. "Pfft." He said, and then sighed. He realized the man running would be gone now. "Well, chaos. I don't have time for this shit, if you're just gonna sit there and try and get hit by a Kunai and die.." He said, picking up the Kunai he had just thrown, and walking out through a different door he was entered from.



{800 words, 4 stats and 8 JP.}

Approved for Kino's stated stats.