New Horizon? (OPEN, ECHO's ORDERS)

Giera looked in disbelief from one person to another. Didn't they hear him? He stood right at the edge of the group and had spoken out loudly enough he thought. Maybe they were too bussy to answer his questions right now, he figured, but noone seemed to be doing anything but starring straight ahead. They weren't exactly ignoring him, but they weren't acknowledging his presence either. odd Giera thought to himself and tilted his head. He was almost tempted to wait around to see what was going to happen, but figured he was unwelcome for some reason. I guess these won't do... Giera left the market square.

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A dark wind falls upon the area, leaves and waters sound vanish as the wind blows. Red spirals form along the chosen designated spot of the Jinchuuriki's appearance and with a quick burst of all encompassing power. A figure appears shrouded in red that shoots upwards, revealing the silhouette of whitened eyes and strange otherworldly knowledge.

Power beyond most comprehension, wisdom grasped and fought for, yet still curiosity burns in these eyes. Theres always more to learn, the man's hand sweeps to the left and the power is cut off, revealing a relatively young man. Twenty years old give or take a few years, ebony hair mussed, giving the owner a bit of a lazy appearance, black eyes regard the crowd in an amused manner...They calculate for a moment, then shine with approval. His expression shifts into a grin, one of pride that some men have clawed and fought endlessly for, like a child fighting for his Father's approval. This one inspires something different as he seems to puff up in pride at the state of the Shinobi before him. He chuckles, his mirth revealed as he takes one step forward. His goggles hand loosely from his neck, over his choker. What looks like an ANBU uniform is his chosen attire, a black jacket hanging over the armored vest, crimson lines tracing through the material embroidered in the fabric. His hands are slid lazilly in his pockets as he takes his first steps and on his second his right hand raises up and brushes through his mussed hair as he scans the crowd.

He then speaks, his voice young but filled with so much confidence and power, authority bred from commanding ANBU squadrons during harsh wartime, through training them to become hard steel which was then thrust into battle after battle...Tempered and shaped into blades. He can turn them to steel, it's up to them to become swords or shields. "So, who here wants to call themselves Shinobi?" He asks, his tone simple but with an underlining edge, this question is important. He's not joking he expects an answer. Upon being given an answer, he will judge. And he will judge harshly.
His approval vanishes in exchange for cold calculation, ices turning into icicles with sharpened points..Burning into the very souls of the crowd of Shinobi, if they play there cards right...

They could be some of the most powerful warriors in existence, they could be smarter, faster, stronger, more cunning, they could learn the ideals that made this man capable of calling himself "The Best in the World." And take the way he conditions his body, his training methods and his wisdom. And someday come to take that title, if they just answer this question.

Rikuzashi had arrived late to the meeting that had been called amongst the visitors of Iwa and Yuki, but there was no one here from Takigakure which posed an issue to him only. Being one of the Rouenta clan's elite hunters and Genin of this village he was going to attend this meeting to assure that things were on the up and up...and to also see just why this meeting was called. Nothing was told to him by his superiors...none of the higher ranking ninja's of Taki's forces didn't bother to show up nor take the initiative to come, but for this one genin to show up to bolster his Villages power...he had a lot of guts. Currently sitting amongst one of the buildings to the right of the large square, he had been watching the group through his clan's doujutsu from atop of the building. His bow fastened to his back he would crouch and sit in silence as he always did while hunting, waiting and watching for the next move to come.

He had been there for what seemed hours before something had finally happened, an amalgamation of energy and power surged from the forefront before a body appeared from it, a flashy but powerful appearance from someone with a power he had never felt before. Riku's own body trembled but not out of fear or intimidation...but out of a weird sense of admiration towards the one exhibiting the power. As the man's form finally appeared he would stand up and look to the man himself," i must...meet this man face to face," with that he would wait patiently for his moment. Waiting until the unknown man had finally finished his sentence, Rikuzashi's body would disappear thanks to the use of the Body Flicker Jutsu and appear in front of the man...well not in front but a couple of feet where he could look face to face with him. No one so far had spoken, but he was going to answer with pride and honor," I..a member of Takigakure's Genin will call myself a Shinobi," how Riku stood could show his training, the cross shaped doujutsu of his eyes continuing to look at the man with no remorse. He would show no hesitation in showing that he had the ability to stand in front of someone who was obviously superior to him with a straight back and booming voice, never faltering or showing a hint of weakness after all this clan head would never hold his head down when speaking to another.

Kiru hadn't seen a teleportation jutsu in action before. The man had simply spiraled into existence in front of the group. It was pretty awe inspiring though, but Kiru figured he lacked the requirements to learn it. The man asked who here would call themselves shinobi, and Kiru had to hold back a rather sarcastic response of his already being one. The man looked serious and expected a serious answer. This must be Echo then, Kiru thought to himself. The man didn't look too much older then Kiru did but radiated power, like a controlled beast. Kiru resisted the urge to put on his mask to see how much chakra radiated off the man.

Thinking back to the question, Kiru figured he could answer pretty easy. Being a shinobi was his greatest accomplishment and dream. If this man didn't think he was already counted among the ranks of shinobi, Kiru would just have to prove what the Silver Flash could do. "I want to call myself a Shinobi."

The sudden appearance of the man was a bit much to grasp.  Power in the purest form begets fear. The boy sitting beside his wolf felt the power if only it were for a second before it cut short.  The recovery process was still a priority in the boy’s mind. The question was asked, “Who wants to call themselves shinobi” Daiyuki listened as his comrade and another retorted the expected answer.
The man’s question was so simple that it did not need a answer yet the tone in which it was asked one could deduce that it should be answered promptly and honestly.
 
Daiyuki opened his mouth to answer but before he could utter his words he would need to soften his grip on the kunai he had grabbed during the man’s quick but rather theatrical entrance.
 
Fear…. That’s what he felt… After witnessing yet another display of power in its purest form, Daiyuki was overcome with fear.
 
   He loosened his grip discretely before gathering enough backbone to speak. "I will call myself a shinobi” Daiyuki figured if the man insisted on using a tone of complete confidence it would have been disrespectful not return such a tone to him.

[[RE-ENTER (I thought this thread was dead, which is why I left, it seems to not be though?)]]
As Giera was about to turn the corner of a building, that made for an edge of the market square, something caught his eye. In front of the group, he had just left, materialized a figure. Giera's curiosity was re-awakened. He stopped and soon found himself slowly walking back towards the group. Just as he came within audible range, he heard the figure speak out. A simple question was uttered, and was soon met with just as simple answers, but Giera could feel the underlying tone of these answers. They weren't answers of great expectations or excitement. These were stern, proud and respectful answers. The strange figure posing the question, was obviouly someone you respected, and didn't play around with, anyone could see that by a single glance, but these people seemed to be more than simply respectful towards the authority in charge. Was it fear? A spark of interrest ignitet in Giera. Who was these people, and what was their relation? And why did they want to be shinobis?

Giera felt that there was some deeper meaning to this word, 'shinobi'. He hadn't figured out what it was, but all these people felt the urge to call themselves it, so they would clearly know. By now Giera had made his way back to the group.

"What is the meaning of 'shinobi'?" Giera had always been straight forward and plain with people, and he had many times noticed the consequences followed by his bold statements. People would look at him shocked and yell out something angry at him, and for that he would be surprised not knowing when had crossed the line, however, this time, as he stood in the presence of this person, he suddenly felt out of place, due to this question. While the thoughts in Giera's head revolved around how he should have just stayed in the background as he usually did, his face and eyes were as calm as ever. Right now he hoped that someone would just answer his question so he could agree and learn more, or disagree and move on.

(I thought it was dead for a second too. Apparently not, eh?)

Mugen was a bit lost in thought at the moment, especially when Kiru had said something about there being an announcement. That only made him wonder, just how important was this announcement? It was because he was lost in his thoughts that he completely ignored the boy with a giant sword that came by. However, upon the sudden appearance of another man, he was snapped out of his stupor. This man...just his presence managed to send slight shivers down his spine. To Mugen, it was interesting, highly interesting. Apparently, the stranger had drawn the attention of many others, for another guy abruptly appeared...and the boy with the giant sword came back. Everyone was then focused on the question the man asked, even him.

Mugen was busy breaking down the simple question while others answered it. "Who here wants to call themselves a shinobi." Was he ready to become a shinobi? Did he understand the true meaning of "shinobi"? What was its meaning? Did he even want to become one? All these questions stirred within him, similar to that of a tornado, yet there were no answers to calm the storm...yet. He'd have to listen closely before he gave an answer and give this some deep thought. So, once the giant-sword-boy questioned the meaning of shinobi, Mugen practically leaned closer, ready to latch onto every word that would be spoken.

He would only give his response once the man answered this question.

Mitsui remembered that in Iwagakure, no gennin or chunnin were really active in Iwagakure since the recent order of Echo Uchiha asked all gennin and chunnin to go to takigakure. Mitsui managed to arrive in Takigakure safely and was frantically running around to see if he saw any chunnin or gennin who had head bands from Iwagakure. Mitsui would see a bunch of ninjas clustered around and saw that they were actually getting ready for a mission. Mitsui continues running and sees a bunch of ninja being addressed to by one ninja who looked much stronger than the others.
Mitsui would run in frantically asking, "Am I late?". "Who is Echo Uchiha here?" Mitusi asked as he was stopped himself.

Echo's eyes trail to the new arrival, a Genin of Takigakure, good definition in his shoulders and his body flicker was almost flawless. As a Genin of Takigakure he expects nothing less then that answer...
It's accepted, fear radiates from more then one of these Shinobi. That's good, it means they know there limits. Two more of Yuki call out, one in particular worth a second glance was the boy with the Wolf standing beside him. Another Wolf Summoner? Or perhaps one of a Konoha clan he read a little about.

He grins when he finally hears what he wants to hear and his gaze turns towards the boy with the large sword and he straightens up. "To be a Shinobi...Is to Endure....It is to bleed, cry, sweat, vomit and scream in agony...All for the sake of your desires and your Village." He says with a serious look on his face as he eyes the new arrival coldly "A Shinobi follows orders..." he shakes his head at the boy who merely calls out where is Echo, as his surname is a relative unknown to almost everyone. "To be a Shinobi is to endure pain and hardship the likes of which you've never felt before....So...I'll ask again..." He says straightening up his eyes closing his breath coming out slightly before they open, his canines enlarge and a wave of killing intent spreads throughout the clearing as he stands in the relative center of all of these Shinobi, a wave of mind numbing fear radiating from his display of power, a large Wolf partnered with a large Kitsune roaring and snarling in a symphony of crimson and black as he roars out his question once more. Fully intending to bring them to there knee's in fear. "WHO WISHES TO CALL THEMSELVES SHINOBI!?" He questions his voice distorting in a demonic fashion, echoing throughout the clearing and overpowering even the roars of the beasts roaring at the crowd.

This question, was one he asked his ANBU operatives. Slightly edited, to fit every single facet of Shinobi life rather then the ANBU...But those who follow his training...WILL become ANBU, whether they realize it or not. That's the training he has in store for them.

Rule number one; I am the Rules.

Riku stood solid and firm only turning his eyes to the mass of beings behind them, casting his eyes over them as if he was simply looking at them as objects but with his doujutsu activated he was merely observing their movements. Being who he was as a hunter he was one who needed to be aware of his surroundings at all times even in his own home. Turning around he would return his gaze back to the man in front of him, the one whose eyes filled him with anticipation, respect, fear and even determination to see what the future would bring for him and his clan. With the question still lingering in his mind he could only imagine why the authoritative figure ask this question to a bunch of low level ninja, but he only assumed that this question would be answered in due time.

The smell of the air began to fill with the smell of...power which to some wouldn't have a smell but these are the ones who senses and body aren't attuned to feeling these things. But through the eyes of Riku he could see the aura radiating off of Echo and when the surge of power hit, his body couldn't stand. He fell to his knee out of the sheer power of his influence but this only furthered the Hunter's advances as he looked up to the man with a single eye open, taking in the sight of his form. With only one thought in mind he could only see this man as one of the many goals he could add to his list before even making his clan prosper....prove his power to him.

Slowly pushing his body back to the surface he would look into the man's eyes while grabbing his bow, his eyes refocused and his body struggling but overcoming it to show his own determination," I....Will call myself a shinobi...This is my home now and under the tutelage of the Rouenta I will keep it as so," his crossed shaped eyes shook with bits of fear and determination, but more so to keep himself stable in the midst of this man's large power. As he finally stood with bow in hand he could only look into the man's eyes before smiling a bit, his own determination and pride in his own clan showing although this was because this man gave Riku something many didn't...a challenge.