Jin The Tundranian Idiot {P} {NK}

As his hair breezed in the cold jin would mutter to himself. Treading through the snow covered tundra...It was fairly awkward, atleast for him. As a gently..Snow fell. Melting upon jin's body warmth..and landing softly upon the ground.  For some reason the mood he was in. As he felt urge to get a drink....Why exactly was he wearing this...Awkward clothing? ..It was short sleeved....luckily the pants went down to his shoes..But even though he lived in igloo he never wore...'Warm' Clothes.... This caused a inner debate with himself. He never felt need to wear 'Warm' clothes anyhow..So why did he care so much about his apparent attire?

As jin stepped forward toward a odd tree upon the tundra..The view of yukigakure vanishing. He just looked at it..Pink petals, falling gently and landing upon the ground. He opened his palm as one fell..slowly but surely. and he smiled..just a little bit, Jin smiled. and with that he turned around. The tree had some other dead counter parts..ensnaring the cherry blossom tree...As if it had been..Sanctuarized. and with that he went over to another tree...And began to practice.

He would leap and kick the tree as hard as he can, causing some awkward agony to spread throughout his foot...But then he realized...It felt good to let out pent up anger...He would practice all of his learnt moves. punch, kick, punch, then adding variants to all of the things he was doing....A repeat...But then he spiced it up. adding upon his training regime some extra jogs..he felt his throat closing..Normal when he did excersize, as he breathed out it had the sense of burning.

All of the work was putting strain on his body..but he was 'Feeling the Burn' in a snow chilled area.... What was this place?..No, jin had decided right at this moment this place wasnt just a place..This was HIS place....a place were he can feel in-tune with everything..it had  a nice feel to it...at the very least it put chills down his back...but not in the scared way. in the way that you just feel...Amazed, that one such as yourself has something. The tree and dead ones had barely let any snow in...holding it above...Jin could even see grass at his feet.

This was a home away from home...He felt better here....but this eerie feeling had begun to overcome him...he checked over his shoulder for anything..at the doorway into this sanctuary...the odd growls eminating from outside. Jin felt that feeling get worse...as it creeped upon him...He  walked backwards from the doorway...As a white pelted beast  howled at the air. Slowly strolling inside the sanctuary...it wasnt meant to be there.

Jin got that tear in his gut that said his home was about to be tampered with. That this creature..this wolf, was NOT meant to be here. and was going to cause serious trouble if he did not deal with it. why...? why did he care....He was so angry but he held back a attack..and as soon as jin's tensed nature left him. The creature turned, with a snarl it charged Leaping into the air and ripping the very cloth from jins shirt. right at his stomach. Jin lifted his feet as he fell in the air. knocking the wolf off.

Jin wasnt a real ninja....he hadnt intended to, it wasnt his dream or anything. but he knew all that training he got was going to help. The beast advanced rapidly, and almost as rapidly jin side stepped with a turn. the beast kept going forward, and jin pulled his right foot back and kicked as hard as he can. The beast letting out a yelp as it went back about 1 foot.

Jin would let out a ecstatic "AND ITS GOOOOOOOD" as the foot connected.  and the beast shot away....What happened to jins ideals? he wanted to make awesome bread and here he was taking in the beauty of a tree and beating up a wolf? he didnt find this activity fun or boring..which caused some inner confliction. but rapidly the wolf turned and aimed for jins leg. since the wolf had the mentality the leg was the problem. And with that jin would wince as fangs penetrated his foot. As he reached forward toward the wolfs jaws

He would tear them away from his legs, opening the wolfs mouth, as it ripped out of his flesh, causing a cry of pain. jin would move one hand, his left, letting go of the bottom jaw, which bit back down again. And jin would grab a stone. smashing it against the wolfs head. causing it to yelp, running away as blood oozed from its head. Luckily jin had gotten a good hit in.

Jin would shimmy back, as the wolf slowly approached again, its eyes bloodshot and ready to kill...As it closed in and leapt upon jin, he reacted quickly. Grabbing a sharp stick..probably from the old trees, and then he pushed it forward rapidly, stabbing the wolf in the stomach as it howled from pain, then he used his left foot to kick the impaled wolf from the stick.

Apparently the stick had also ripped open the wolfs heart..leading to its painful death. bleeding out about 1 foot from jin. And..jin looked at it with sadness, ripped the stick out. and stabbed it into the wolfs head.. killing it immediately...Putting the wolf to death, to ease its pain...

"Gr...." Jin would say as he tried to stand, his right foot was mangled...it just wouldnt work and was much to painful. so jin layed there...using his overshirt to tie around the artery, stopping blood loss...just sitting under the cherry blossom surrounded by dead trees on the frozen tundra

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Petals rustled gently, as though only blown by wind. Scarlet eyes blinked and looked downwards at the blood... She liked blood very much. A paper-pale hand moved aside some branches as she looked down at a man. She didn't like men very much. Slowly, soundlessly, she maneuvered the branches, long, curling midnight hair brushing over the cherry blossoms and picking up the sweet aroma. Long, pale legs dropped silently over the lowest branch, dark red eyes continuing to search the clearing. The wolf was dead now. She hadn't minded the wolf, but she didn't enjoy his presence. He was a danger to her child.

Once again the woman snuck a loot at the man. He had brown hair and amber eyes. He did not look like Akio. He did not compare. However, he was not too bad on the eyes. He was bleeding. She took a look again, tilting her head in curiosity. His leg had been hurt. She blinked, dropping over so softly from her perch and into the snow. Upon her body she wore a black long-sleeved, close-fitting shit with no shoulders over a dark, almost blood-red tank top and black jeans. A scarlet scarf was slung around her neck, matching her eyes, and knee-high winter kunochi boots adorned her feet. White snow flakes, barely lighter than her skin, gathered in her long, billowing hair, contrasting elegantly. She was beautiful.

Her name was Korosu Kinzokutei.

She took silent steps toward the man against the cherry tree. He didn't belong here. This was her grove. This was her tree. Why did he come here, to beat on her tree? Did he not see the initials carved into the top? KK & NK. Korosu Kinzokutei and Nozomi Kinzokutei. Mother and son. This was their special place, not his. But he didn't know, so she would help him. She slowly rounded the last bend of the trunk, appearing beside him without a single sound. She had hear the battle, the cry of pain escaping his lips. She sympathized for a moment, but only a moment. Korosu, too, knew pain. Pain was not a pleasant feeling to experience. The woman came before him and bent down, sitting on the balls of her feet.

"Welcome to my grove. You are hurt; may I look?" Korosu asked softly, her voice sounding as some mix of wind chimes and whispering flower petals. She smiled hospitably, her deep, dark red eyes peering into his amber. 'The eyes are a window into the soul.' She remembered that quote, but it left her quickly. Her eyes didn't open like the ones of others. Her soul was not a place to explore.

Jin had a fairly awkward moment as he gazed upon the woman. Because he heard her rustling and zoned in upon the area. Oh crap, is this what happens when you lose too much blood? his head would tilt as she climbed down. he gave the stupidest look toward this woman. Eh... Being honest, Jin wasnt one to fall for looks, so the womans presentation, though 'Cute' was not something that made jin drool, Oddly enough. he had remembered as he opened his palm the petal he had gripped earlier in the training.

He would look at her in a daze.

"Welcome to my grove. You are hurt; may I look?" The woman would speak. Jin got this churn in his stomach This is a grove...?, Eh, it is what the woman who 'lives' here says it is The next part, the whole 'may i look' thing kinda made him suspicious. but who was he to deny 'medical' attention. It was obvious that he needed help, Atleast eventually, Hesitantly he spoke "Sure.....?"

Korosu didn't say another word, just shifted her gaze from amber eyes to crimson blood, taking in the sight quickly. She didn't know medical jutsu, but she knew enough to stop bleeding and create a temporary, make-shift stitch-and-needle set. She very gently undid the shirt around his leg, being mindful of the jarred flesh. The blood began to flow almost immediately, painting the white snow underneath a deep shade of red. She mentally relished the color, the smell fueling her obsession with the liquid. However, she did not let this fascination show through. Instead, she very, very gently rolled up his pants leg to show the wound. Many deep, small puncture wounds littered the area, along with a few tears. However, she knew a way to help. First came stopping the bleeding again.

Korosu, quickly but delicately, tore the shirt in two unequal strips. "I'm going to assume your life, or at least your leg, is more important than a shirt. If it's that important, I'll buy you a new one," she said quietly, not looking up. She took one strip, the thinner one, and tied it tightly around his leg, just above the last of the wounds. The bleeding quickly stopped, and she turned her attention to the next step. Clearing the skin.

Korosu lay the large strip of cloth on the ground in the snow, small, pale hands working quickly to cover it completely. After a few moments, she brought the cloth pout of the snow. It wasn't wet, exactly, but it wasn't dry. Placing a small handful of the powdery white stuff in the middle of the strip, she balled it up and blew on it, heating the cloth and melting the snow. It was soon wet. Returning her attention to her task, she used the cool, wet cloth to dag at the blood and dirt around and in the wound, trying to be considerate. However, it probably hurt like crud, seeing as she knew how it felt. She worked to cleanse the wound, the best way to prevent infection without medicine. Once it was basically clear, she began the third step. Dulling the pain.

Korosu took the same cloth and curried it back in the snow, trying to get the blood and dirk out of the rag. She then lay it back on the surface, the cloth now clean, and put a small pile of snow inside. She folded it in a way that could stretch along the wounds and acted as a form of cold cushion. She slowly lifted his lower leg up a bit, laid the cushion down, and placed his leg on top. For a minute or two it would probably hurt, but soon it would feel cool, not hot, and eventually numb. She knew for experience.

"Sorry for any extra pain I may have caused you, but it was a bit worse than I had expected. You will still need medical attention, but it's no longer urgent. Oh," she said. She had remembered; she could take the tie off now. The woman gently untied the shirt from around his leg, but the wound didn't start bleeding again. She lay is randomly on the ground and began to scrub away the blood dried on her hands. "My name is Korosu Kinzokutei. Who are you?" the mother said softly, scarlet eyes shining with what could be the slightest of maternal instinct looking into amber. He's an adult, I know, but if feels right to fix people. Like I'm heloing Nozomi. she thought briefly, keeping eye contact.

As korosu acted to fix the wound, By removing jin's cloth that blocked the artery, or atleast sealed it. And wrapping the wound with the two strips of his shirt "Nah...i may need a wardrobe change anyways..." Jin would speak up. It was true, being honest, his wardrobe was full of clothes that were not in the slightest winter clothing. Most likely leading to some fairly chilly days.

Though he was also confused "So why exactly do you carry a cushion around? if its to help people who get their legs torn up by a wolf, then i think you may need to see a therapist first, Or atleast enter a occupation as a psychic."
Jin would look at the cherry blossom.

"Ones leg is worth some pain, i guess.  Dont worry bout the pain"
Jin would have a slight ounce of hesitation as he was asked about his name, but then he spoke out loud. Adding some determination to his voice, atleast trying to regain his dignity as he experienced pain. Since he was getting helped by a stranger, a sense of pride would atleast let him come off more....something, he honestly diddnt know.

"Jin Hakai"

Korosu remained quiet until he was finished speaking, thinking of a reply. She was always thinking. "So you're Jin. Excuse me, it's unlike me to forget the Shinobi, or rather, future Shinobi, of Yukigakure. So you are an Academy Student?" the woman said, resigning to just sit across from the man. Her words were more of a statement that a question, as they always seemed to be. She momentarily recalled his statement about the cushion-like shirt strip she had used as a make-shift ice pack soft of thing. She figured he must be delusional on blood loss. "This is not a cushion. It's a piece of shirt stuffed with snow, to dull the pain. As a matter of fact, it shouldn't be as bad as it originally was now," she said calmly. See, Korosu had this nasty knack of knowing what someone was really feeling, depending on the situation. She could tell, no matter how he tried to hide it, that the wound hurt him. "Why men act tough, I will never know..." the midnight mumbled to herself, loud enough to be heard. "They don't have to. I don't see the point of hiding weakness. If you have it, show it. It's better to obliterate it than to hide it, anyway......"

Jin would give a grin toward the woman "Well, your shirt 'cushion' making skills are that of a master" As jin looked off toward the cherry blossom he would have a somewhat..Moment to himself, as he saw the petals falling down he would kind of just count them....One, then two..No 3, because behind one remained another. The dead, or even old trees that surrounded the cherry blossom were fairly awkward.

Jin would open his mouth "I dont act tough  because im a man.. I dont try to show a weakness, and thats not because i am a strong person," He would look upwards "I dont know why i would want to cause others worry with my pain.  I dont act like this for pride...I just dont want others to feel sad because of my problems"

Korosu could hear the honesty behind the words, so she was not skeptical. She tilted her head a bit and looked at him, really looked at him. Strength was not only in skills. It was in the way one acted and his morals as well. "You are strong, whether you believe me or not. Perhaps not in skill just yet, but within, you are strong. You have potential to become a fine Shinobi," Korosu said, peering entrancingly into his eyes. She always preferred eye contact; You could tell a story in a single glance, yet never let a single word escape from your lips. Within his she saw pain, but she also saw strength. Well, onto another subject then.

A cherry blossom slowly drifted down, landing in her hair along with the snow. "That reminds me. Why are you here, in my grove? Clearly you see the initials carved into the bark of the tree, or are you blind?" she asked calmly. She gestured with her eyes to the upper trunk of the tree. Carved clearly were the initials KK and NK. Beneath it, carved in surprisingly intricate and flowing handwriting, were the words, "Korosu's Grove". "It's nearing winter now; The other cherry trees have wilted. However, this particular tree keeps it's blossoms throughout the year. While the others bear fruit and loose their leave, this one always has its petals," she almost whispered, eyes closed in thought. She was silent for a moment, taking in the nature around her. Then scarlet revealed itself again, peering straight into amber. "You are welcome here, but tell no one of this place. And should I find you have harmed my trees, you must leave immediately." The look in the crimson depths was so serious it was almost eerie.

Jin was as blind as a bat, And bats arent blind. But he sure as hell saw no initals...yo Yay for jin wandering inside random stranger's groves. Jin would force himself to stand up. Even though it was painful, Atleast he COULD stand. As he stumbled forward a little bit he would speak "See ya later crazy lady! ill make sure to visit your grove whenever i can" and as the childlike jin would do. He would turn around with the largest grin. And stick his tounge out while squinting his eyes. 

"Dont worry! ill be nice to your trees!"

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Korosu just blinked, her face blank and unreadable, like her mind. She stood and walked toward the tree. Once there, she reached out and tapped the initials carved into the bark. She felt them normally, and remembered carving them there with Nozomi. Korosu blinked again and turned around, staring after where the man had been. "He is quite delusional, indeed..." the woman hummed to herself. He was interesting to say the least, and he was a bit entertaining when he was delusional on blood loss. Korosu smiled slyly to herself. Sucker. He bought the whole crazy-tree-lady thing like a cat takes to yarn. The initials were merely a way to remember the picnic she and Nozomi had on his fourth birthday, and she had just thought the whole Grove thing; She did that sometimes without realizing it. The initials were real, but her story was fake. She had played him like a fiddle.

Korosu loved messing with people like this. They go live thinking she's crazy, believing she's just a harmless woman with a more lunatic-ish side. They don't think to fear her. And then she kills them, or at least fights them and wins by a long shot, leaving her victim bloody. They never even know what hits them.


This was her favorite game to play.

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