Typical Tropical Paradise (io,nk)

After looking at all of the random ninja who would begin to appear some of them saying mission complete and others saying when the village was being built would cause Kyori to walk off away from the group saying "I'll join your village if it ever get's built just know I'll be near by." he would say as he waved goodbye to the group and proceeded to put his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the wind country deciding that before he came back here he would explore the world a little bit. The group did seem quite a bit wierd and Kyori had decided that he would get some distance away from them as he had met a lot of weird people that always seemed to dislike his clan. Laughing at himself as he got some distance away from the group he would turn his jets on his feet on though not literally as he shot forward at his maximum speed towards the Wind Country to visit a fellow Uchiha who he had not met before who's name was Koroshi and was also the Kazekage.

My WC: 1515

Claiming Hoho and 7 STats

Exit

Hakuoh felt like an odd man out, he didn't really know any of the ninja that were gathered here, he was informed about the village soon to be formed, seeing a local posting in the black market. And seeing as he had no interest in being grouped with the cutthroats and scum that are most missing ninja he decided to join in the creation of this village, if not just for the title but also for sense of belonging it provides. So here he was on top of a ship heading to an inhabited island to help with founding the village. But to his, let's say distress, this was not going to be a matter of just claiming the land. Evidently the island was inhabited by a series of gangs or one large gang or just heavily populated by crime, Hakuoh wasn't sure the exact details, drifting in and out of the speech of his new leader. Wait was she wearing a maid outfit? Taking a moment to absorb that fact, Hakuoh was wondering if he should regret his decision to join this village, well, she had to be strong to be able to gather these people, and she did look stunning in the outfit, if not a bit extravagant. Ah well, if this ends in a ball of flame like Iwa then he'll just be back on run.

Assuming that due to the fact he was a D-rank missing ninja he'd be lumped in with the genin that have decided to leave their villages to join this one, which he could see in the envelope he was given. He was alright with that, considering the work would be easier than chuunin and up. Destroy stockpiles, no explosives, not like he was going to be quick to reveal his element, and minimal property damage. This should be a simple mission if he just takes one part of the island and leave the rest to the others, not much of a team player in all honesty so he was alright with going it alone.

As the ship landed and everyone stormed off, Hakuoh decided to stroll along the paths, not to dwell in the rundown village they docked in, to the northeastern part of the island. This was not only to enjoy the scenery but to also let the lower ranked ninja escort the civilians, of all people Hakuoh was not one for casualties. The island was very beautiful, as expected of a tropical island in tea country, the flora was extravagant and used several hues of almost all colors and the air was fresh with a mix of the ocean and perfumes of the island. Hopefully the village construction would not destroy much of this natural beauty, if it does than so be it but it would be a great shame to have such a nice place be soiled my construction. Soon he could see a small outpost or sort of village on the coast ahead of the path he was taking, according to the information it had constant shipments of weaponry and drugs in and out of there, a main supply chain it seems.

Hakuoh would enter the area, weaving through back alleys and behind houses to take a more stealthy approach, he was not willing start any unnecessary fights if he could. The images he saw on the streets were downright disgraceful, it was obvious smaller gangs were in charge here, but they seemed to be run by a larger syndicate. They all sported the same symbol but they used different colors as a way to denote separate entities in the whole, rampant idiocy it was, to turn to infighting while still working towards the same goal, it was just plain stupid. Ending this would leave Hakuoh with a sense of joy, to dissolve such conflict and crime was just a bonus for him. He made his way to the dock, crates being moved back and forth, he was able to see their content, illicit drugs and weaponry in separate crates, he was not aware of what was being sent from where or what was being received. There were minimal populations here, the civilians had been cleared out but the gangs had no interest in them it seems.

Hakuoh would stealthily get down to the docks, avoiding contact as he got his way to an open crate of weapons. He well 'liberated' some shuriken, kunai, and several explosive tags and a ninjato, so he can actually defend himself against them if the gangsters give some resistance. His plan so far is to load the crates here to one of the ships and send it adrift with some explosive tags to sink it, draining this shipment. Staying low he weaved throw the crates and stacks of crates, ambushing and dispatching the gangsters as he encountered them. He would climb onto a crate and see if he could spot anymore, seeing as there weren't anymore pacing like they had predetermined paths through the crates, so he was assuming that he had taken out all of the gangsters in the vicinity. So he set upon the work of moving the crates onto the ship he has decided to use for his disposal.

After several hours of moving shipping crates by himself Hakuoh came to the conclusion that going it alone was a stupid idea.Seriously, who would expect one person to do this, ninja or not. The amount of regret and pain he was feeling as he loaded the last crate onto the boat was immeasurable. "I swear. I. Am. Going to. Make some. Friends. So I don't keep doing this." He struggled to say out loud to entertain himself and make sure he doesn't slip into madness as he finished, it'd be a poor time to lose it considering he was now done. He moves along the ship placing explosive tags along the crates moving down to the cargo hold of the ship and lining the edges of it with more tags. "Yes, I know no property damage and no explosion but it's just one boat I'm sure she won't miss it." He sets up the sails and raises the anchor, which took him quite some time considering he had no nautical experience before today, jumping onto the dock just as the ship start to set sail. He sat on the edge of the dock and watched it, the distance growing ever farther, "Time to light this sucker." He focused his chakra network again, he has been practicing with his bomb animals in his spare time, quickly he makes a snake seal and goes into a tiger seal, waving his hand which forms and sends out 5 clay fish which proceed to swim out to the boat. It wasn't hard to see that they had reached their target the boat was quickly consumed in a massive explosion and fire all. "Supplies destroyed, with style, now to get out of here before the local thugs decide to check my handiwork." Quickly, Hakuoh makes his way away from the docks, again using back alleys to avoid the gang members, he waited nearby as he heard them quickly fall to chaos, it seems that they decided to make assumptions on the other gangs who wanted a monopoly on the trade. Well, that's a way to take care of the crime, turn it on itself and it will soon fall. Content with what he had done he makes it out of the area, back on the path he originally took. "Might be a nice village after all, could be quite fun here." He says with a smirk on his face, enjoying the scenery once again.
(1281 words, taking 6 stat points and Bakuton C1: Basic Bombs.)

Sighing, Asuka joined the crowd, behind Hakuoh, who seemed to have forgot about her. He had vanished, chasing after that strange ad at the black market for the creation of a new village. Fortunately, Asuka was on board to join it as well. A city of wealth? She could just see the bright, flashing lights, the card tables, the dice rolling and chips clinking. She was all for it. 

Gripping the katana, she listened to the woman in charge give their orders, sending genin to destroy gang supplies. Sighing, her hand fell to her side, holding the hilt of the blade she had been using in the stead of, well, a much finer weapon. She much preferred a more well-crafted blade, but for the moment, a simple katana was the best she could hope for.

As the genin dispersed, she lost Hakuoh in the crowd. Rolling her eyes, Asuka walked casually, behind the swarms of genin trying to move silently. She had found the target she would seek out, and, well, she had her own way of doing it. She found a huge warehouse, watching the other genin move quickly and quietly through the windows, trying to leave the criminal scum inside none the wiser. Asuka had other ideas.

Kicking down the door with relative ease, Asuka stepped inside. Immediately, two thugs rushed her, shouting out obscenities and threats about what they would do to her once they had her. Smirking, Asuka drew her blade in one quick, fluid motion, she ripped the first man's hand clean off, sending the club he was holding flying, before bringing her blade back around, slicing cleanly through his throat, dropping him instantly. The second man flanked around her, using her apparent bloodlust against her, and sliding a sword through her heart, piercing clean through her. Asuka burst out laughing maniacally, gripping the sword with her free hand to lock it in place, and bringing the hilt of her own sword back, smacking him in the face and knocking him back. Turning, Asuka stepped forwards quickly, running him through, before pushing him down into the ground, with Asuka casually pulling her blade out and continuing, not even bothering to remove the blade lodged in her chest at first.

The rest of the fight went very much the same. The other genin used Asuka as a distraction, her gift from the Lord Jashin preventing her from receiving any meaningful injury. Before they knew it, the warehouse was empty, the contraband was being thrown into a pile and burnt, the smoke rising into the air, letting the people know that this warehouse was theirs.

"I think I'm gonna like it here." Asuka said with a smile, deciding to go search for her former genin squad.


(Exit)


+460 Words towards Vacuum sword
+2 Stats

'Now this is the life.' Is the only thing Jun could think of as her Chidori passed through the chest of another criminal. he let the carrion drop from her grip, and flop onto the ground like a dead fish, or dead human. Which he was. She smirked and looked back into the alley to see the trail of dead bodies she'd left behind. They were gong to need to find a bigger gang if they though they'd be able to take her on. Just as she though those words men swarmed her. They lined the roof top, and both entrances to the alley. They all had words in their hands, except for the boy up top which had bows and arrows. "Oh no, looks like I'm surrounded." Jun smirked and raised her hand into the air, as if to surrounded. Only to place one hand on the wall of a building. Then just as quickly as they appeared all the men started to do the fun little dance of being who were being lit up like a christmas tree. They all convulsed in the most unnatural of way as the electricity from Jun fried their circuits. When he was done and they all finally fell to the ground little more than burnt out corpses. She stood their proudly and took in a deep breath of air. This place really was a paradise. 

(Exit and word towards Chidori Needles)
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Kukla Nazar stepped off the ship. Oooorg. It occurred to him that the Nazar clan was not a seafaring one, and as such, he had had to borrow sea legs from someone else, as luck would have it. The ship was large though, so it did not rock so much. So eventually he was ok.
 
He knelt on the ground, out of the way of the disembarking passengers, and after retching a little bit for the last time, he looked up, and saw another ship, coming on board. Out of the way of the dock, he slowly waited, in the small crowd of onlookers that had gathered to watch the second ship.
 
It was quite the motley crew that disembarked, and they looked like they had a mission. They scattered to the winds, well, to different parts of the island, but they were not just milling around and wandering blindly. They were walking like they were looking for things. One of them, some dude around his age, walked straight for a cluster of ne’er do wells, clustered around a barrel, poking at something inside. Interested, Kukla followed. As his own compound was pretty peaceful, it was rare for conflict to break out like this, but, this was not the case in the volcano village, sadly. Kukla wanted to know what would happen.
 
He did not have long to wait. The genin, a moderately muscular fellow who announced his rank pretty fast, suddenly charged at the ne’er do wells just as the first hoodlum asked if he wanted some fresh pork.
 
And just like that, the fight was on. The first one went down under a barrage of fists, and the second was trapped in the barrel, and left for, not quite dead, more like unconscious. The third though put up a stronger fight, and managed to get the genin under the barrel too. It was at this point that Kukla decided to step in, completely prejudiced as this action was. The first thing he did, was to grow a ton of chakra strings, about 10 to be precise, one for each finger. The chakra strings snaked out towards the target, the last hoodlum standing, as he turned around. A bit of a nasty shock one might say. It only took a few strings to wrap the hoodlum up and smack his head into the wall. The others were used to pull the barrel up, and finish off the second hoodlum as well. The hoodlums were piled up on the side of the street to be collected later, tied up with spare rope conveniently left nearby.
 
The self proclaimed genin crawled up. “Hey bud, thanks for the help back there. Who are you? What are you up to over here?”
 
Kukla thought for a bit, since he had not really figured out what he wanted to do yet. “Well, I’m a monk, out on a soul searching journey, also kind of a refugee from a rather… unwelcoming village of hoodlums and the like. Technically I lived outside the death riddled place, but it was hardly pleasant having the Volcano and Funkagakure as the only neighboring areas.”
 
The genin was mildly impressed. “Well, if you have nothing planned at the moment, how about helping me out? I’m supposed to help clear out the criminals on this street, so that this place can become a ninja village, and be added to the map. Wanna come along?”
 
Kukla thought hard for all of one second – he had no specific plan, maybe if he worked hard, he could learn something about how people worked. Sounds good. “Sounds good.”
 
The other ninja extended his hand. “Rixon Nichard. Good to meet you. I’ll fill in the others when we get back, but I don’t feel there will be a problem if you helped me without any obligation earlier.”
 
Kukla returned the handshake warmly. “Kukla Nazar. It’s a pleasure.”
 
He followed the other genin, Rixon Nichard. They proceeded down the street, walking into every building. As they walked, Kukla began practicing with the chakra threads, trying to make more threads per finger. That way they could handle more people at a time, with the limit being more about the user’s reaction capabilities than numbers.
 
He walked into each building, primarily using the threads from his left hand to slap, choke, and slam hoodlums into walls, before dragging them outside. It was particularly useful to grab onto people and use them as shields to block each other’s attacks. Cool beans. Equally fun, and just as unexpected was to grab tables and chairs and use them as make shift clubs. At the same time, with his right hand, he slowly worked on producing more strings from one finger. At first, just two, but slowly more. The key was to make one single large string of chakra, and then separate it out, while being able to keep track of all the different strands at once. This was significantly harder than it looked. Even though the concept was simple, it did not translate well onto Kukla’s left hand when he tried the same thing there, two strings being a struggle. Honestly, one you got used to it, it was not so bad, but it took a lot of practice. This was going to take a while, but Kukla had time.
 
Sadly, by the time they hit up the last building on the street, Kukla was only at two strings on each finger. This was useful as heck but still, it was not 10. As they walked into the building, they were assailed by kunai from every direction. Fortunately it was but a matter of catching the handles of the kunai with the threads, and suddenly Kukla Ustasi Nazar was suddenly in business with a whole bunch of kunai at his disposal.
 
A few brief minutes later, they emerged and began to dump all the criminals in holding cells, to be judged later.
 
Then it was off to go see about getting Kukla a ninja position.
 
(exit)

(wc: 1003, claiming 5 stats and all words towards Performance of 100 Puppets)

Where would one find the Yamanaka Puppet master? The theater of course. Sitting up in the fly area chilling out on a light rail. Tiny invisible strings extended out from his fingers to a hundred thugs and other villains he'd managed to collect in the yellow district. As peaceful as the blue eyed boy was there sill a time where he wondered if killing people would not be the bet solution to his problems. Here were the ultimate sinners in this world. Slavers, and filth who peddled in flesh and misery. Disgusting in the highest manner possible. He made them dance around the stage in a rather humiliating way as he though about what he was going to do with this many people. Killing them would no doubt be the easiest solution to his problems. Also the one that Youka would choose.

He sighed as he thought about his former, enemy, mentor, tormentor. Still torn deciding if he didn't want anything to do with him, or to be like him. That respected. No not respected, feared. Li looked to the angel that surrounded him. Hardly something most people would find fear striking. Simply angles. No one should fear angels, except maybe sinners. He looked back down at the slavers, they certainly qualified for that tittle. 

Sinners in the hands of an angry god. 

Li wasn't angry. He wasn't even a god. Just a boy, maybe an angel. 

He was sad.

Lost.

A listing ship on an ocean that seemed black and endless. No ame, no Corin, no real purpose.

Possibly hunted.

Possibly hated.

Not angry.

There was Coco, in all her glory. She was Ame now. More than him. While he'd tried to rebuild Ame, she'd moved on. Maybe she was too big for the small town. She was the last real treasure that the rain ninja had to boast about. 

Yeah.

He still had coco. For a man who'd never seen the sun, he still knew she could be his ray of sun.

She still stood translucent and glorious as the day they'd met. If she could still be coco after all of this. He could still be Li. 

Li does not kill.

He does not. He marches the sinners out from their lair and sends them to coco liked gods on a leash. Their fate after that is in her hands. Yes. Li chuckled as he marched them out. He supposed that all their fates were really. 
(409, 4ap, exit)

Yeah, sure. I'll allow it. Approved.