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A Blast from the Past(p. io. nk)
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Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 500
A Blast from the Past(p. io. nk)
Thu Aug 17, 2017 5:56 pm
Somewhere in a village shrouded by leaves, in a nrpg site far…far…away, was a young Uchiha boy who went by the name of ‘Ita’. He was young, in his mid-teens most likely with thick, long black hair. Nothing about his body was spectacular other than his soft, but attractive facial features and light complexion. The boy stood at modest 5’8”, which was sort of average for his age. To top It off, the boy also didn’t have any abnormal features or markings on his whole body at all.
In his bed, he laid awake. Ita resided momentarily in a single bedroom apartment on the edge of the Uchiha district. The house was empty for the most part, aside from a few pieces of furniture and some groceries. One thing stuck out, which was a singular small picture framed on the night stand. It was a picture of Ita when he was just a little boy being hugged by his mother. In the picture Ita was smiling, full of joy as if he had not a care in the world, his mother too. Those were simpler times that Ita wished he could relive, but now they were just distant memories that Ita tried to hold onto. Ita never really got a real chance to become close to his mother and father before they passed, but never a day went by that he did not think of them. He wondered what they might have been like. What his father was like. Based on the picture and soft, similar features of his moms face from the picture, Ita figured she must have been a good person… someday Ita would have a chance to meet them again in the afterlife, however it was not his time, not yet anyways..Ita had still yet to determine his purpose on this planet, and before he could move on over to the other side peacefully, he needed to figure that out.
After what felt like eternity of staring blankly at the ceiling, Ita rolled over to look out of the singular window that was in his bedroom that was only a few feet away from the head of his bed. The moon was at its highest point in the sky. The radiant light, creeping past the blinds of Ita’s crude wooden window, illuminating the top part of his bed, catching the boys big, crimson eyes causing them to sparkle. Ita closed his eyes slowly, allowing his eye lids to slowly encompass his sharingan. Ita did not spend his nights like how he did when he was younger. Ita’s nights were now occupied by his thoughts. Diving deep into the contemplation of his existence. Maybe the Uchiha would get some rest tonight…maybe.
Ita’s mind slowly drifted away to a place it had not been in a while. It was almost as if reality and genjutsu were flirting with each other in a sick fucked up way. Ita found himself submersed in a dream, however it was as if he were watching the past in third person. Ita saw himself playing on the floor. He was only 3 years old at the time. His mother was preparing dinner. Ita moved forward to examine the young boy on the floor, then his mother. Ita moved quickly towards the kitchen.
“Mom, It’s me Ita don’t you recognize me?” Ita said, staring at the women. There was no response. “Mom!” he shouted. Still nothing. Ita felt as though his body was paralyzed. Ita’s eyes were in their normal state which was peculiar for him now a days. Ita pushed his right hand out towards her in an attempt to make contact, something, anything, but again it failed. Ita’s hand simply phased through her as if she wasn’t real. Or maybe Ita wasn’t real. Whatever was going on, Ita was being forced to relive memories through his past life. Maybe there was something hidden in these memories that would aid him in his quest to discover himself. “Ita, you father will be home soon from his mission clean up so when he gets here we can have a nice dinner together as a family.” A moment passed and little Ita had continued to sit on the floor and play. “Ita!” his mom said, reaffirming what she had asked the young boy to do. “okay Mommy” he would say then get up and go to his room.
“No.. I remember this.” Ita would say as he just faced the realization of what was actually about to happen.
While Ita’s mom set the table getting ready for her husband’s arrival, there were three loud raps on the door. “Be right there!” Ita’s mom would say as Ita neared closer to hear the words for himself. When she opened the door it was not her husband, but a rather tall and old shinobi wearing a Jounin’s outfit with an Uchiha insignia on the front and back.
The man spoke in what seemed to be slow motion. Ita’s heart skipped a beat upon the sounds entering his ear. “there is no easy way to tell you this Ma’am, I’m sorry, **** but you husband, he…he is dead.”
Ita stood motionless and speechless as his mother fell to her knees weeping with tears rolling down her face. In the door way to Ita’s bedroom was little Ita, watching on through a crack, too young to fully realize what the situation was, but knew that his mother was sad. Ita bent down to comfort his mother, but it was no use. He was not actually there. Ita’s chest swelled with pain and emotion. Emotion from being able to see his mother’s face for the first time. Pain from seeing her pain. Pain from reliving a moment in his life that he had long forgot. The messenger said his condolences and left. Ita’s mom wept for several more long moments before trying to pull herself together. She picked herself up off the ground and went into Ita’s room and picked him up, holding him tightly with tears beginning to run down her face one last time before the world around them would begin to spin, Ita’s mind moving onto something else…
twc: 1,030
In his bed, he laid awake. Ita resided momentarily in a single bedroom apartment on the edge of the Uchiha district. The house was empty for the most part, aside from a few pieces of furniture and some groceries. One thing stuck out, which was a singular small picture framed on the night stand. It was a picture of Ita when he was just a little boy being hugged by his mother. In the picture Ita was smiling, full of joy as if he had not a care in the world, his mother too. Those were simpler times that Ita wished he could relive, but now they were just distant memories that Ita tried to hold onto. Ita never really got a real chance to become close to his mother and father before they passed, but never a day went by that he did not think of them. He wondered what they might have been like. What his father was like. Based on the picture and soft, similar features of his moms face from the picture, Ita figured she must have been a good person… someday Ita would have a chance to meet them again in the afterlife, however it was not his time, not yet anyways..Ita had still yet to determine his purpose on this planet, and before he could move on over to the other side peacefully, he needed to figure that out.
After what felt like eternity of staring blankly at the ceiling, Ita rolled over to look out of the singular window that was in his bedroom that was only a few feet away from the head of his bed. The moon was at its highest point in the sky. The radiant light, creeping past the blinds of Ita’s crude wooden window, illuminating the top part of his bed, catching the boys big, crimson eyes causing them to sparkle. Ita closed his eyes slowly, allowing his eye lids to slowly encompass his sharingan. Ita did not spend his nights like how he did when he was younger. Ita’s nights were now occupied by his thoughts. Diving deep into the contemplation of his existence. Maybe the Uchiha would get some rest tonight…maybe.
Ita’s mind slowly drifted away to a place it had not been in a while. It was almost as if reality and genjutsu were flirting with each other in a sick fucked up way. Ita found himself submersed in a dream, however it was as if he were watching the past in third person. Ita saw himself playing on the floor. He was only 3 years old at the time. His mother was preparing dinner. Ita moved forward to examine the young boy on the floor, then his mother. Ita moved quickly towards the kitchen.
“Mom, It’s me Ita don’t you recognize me?” Ita said, staring at the women. There was no response. “Mom!” he shouted. Still nothing. Ita felt as though his body was paralyzed. Ita’s eyes were in their normal state which was peculiar for him now a days. Ita pushed his right hand out towards her in an attempt to make contact, something, anything, but again it failed. Ita’s hand simply phased through her as if she wasn’t real. Or maybe Ita wasn’t real. Whatever was going on, Ita was being forced to relive memories through his past life. Maybe there was something hidden in these memories that would aid him in his quest to discover himself. “Ita, you father will be home soon from his mission clean up so when he gets here we can have a nice dinner together as a family.” A moment passed and little Ita had continued to sit on the floor and play. “Ita!” his mom said, reaffirming what she had asked the young boy to do. “okay Mommy” he would say then get up and go to his room.
“No.. I remember this.” Ita would say as he just faced the realization of what was actually about to happen.
While Ita’s mom set the table getting ready for her husband’s arrival, there were three loud raps on the door. “Be right there!” Ita’s mom would say as Ita neared closer to hear the words for himself. When she opened the door it was not her husband, but a rather tall and old shinobi wearing a Jounin’s outfit with an Uchiha insignia on the front and back.
The man spoke in what seemed to be slow motion. Ita’s heart skipped a beat upon the sounds entering his ear. “there is no easy way to tell you this Ma’am, I’m sorry, **** but you husband, he…he is dead.”
Ita stood motionless and speechless as his mother fell to her knees weeping with tears rolling down her face. In the door way to Ita’s bedroom was little Ita, watching on through a crack, too young to fully realize what the situation was, but knew that his mother was sad. Ita bent down to comfort his mother, but it was no use. He was not actually there. Ita’s chest swelled with pain and emotion. Emotion from being able to see his mother’s face for the first time. Pain from seeing her pain. Pain from reliving a moment in his life that he had long forgot. The messenger said his condolences and left. Ita’s mom wept for several more long moments before trying to pull herself together. She picked herself up off the ground and went into Ita’s room and picked him up, holding him tightly with tears beginning to run down her face one last time before the world around them would begin to spin, Ita’s mind moving onto something else…
twc: 1,030
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Re: A Blast from the Past(p. io. nk)
Fri Aug 25, 2017 5:52 pm
Ita sat up straight in bed. Not an ounce of sleep had been achieved at this point in his night, but his night was far from over. Sweat was forming at the boy’s brow as he looked over towards his night stand, reaching outwards and securing a glass of room temperature tap water from the sink. Ita raised the glass to his cracked lips, sucking down the cup almost instantly as if the boy hadn’t seen a drop of hydration in days. Ita had a bad dream. A nightmare to be more precise. A nightmare that the boy lived every night which would probably haunt him for the rest of his days. That was the past and the past needed to be buried along with all his other baggage if he planned on pursing his goals.
Ita swung his legs around the bed so that he was sitting, his feet touching the crude wood floorboards. As the young Uchiha pulled himself off the bed an onto his feet, the wood underneath him would creak. Ita raised his arms stretching and then straightening out his back. Ita felt stiff, which wasn’t a surprise due to how shitty his mattress happened to be. If only being a leaf shinobi paid better, he would be able to purchase a better mattress, one made for a true king. Or maybe he would have to topple an empire and claim it as his own. Then he would be a king.
Ita grabbed his black shirt from off of the chair and pulled it over his head, sticking his hands through the sleves. Next the boy would slip his feet into his black pair of shinobi sandals, limited edition of course. Although Ita would relatively poor, he still had the flyest kicks Konoha had ever seen. ‘The Konohamaru 7s’, equipped with a silky black finish and a no slip grip, durable enough for all your ninja needs. Only 171 were ever released and Ita was first in line to get a pair. Now that was settled, Ita could go onto putting the rest of his daily normal scheming attire on. His shinobi weapon pouches with his headband stored within and his dark gray cloak, which he shrouded himself in so that no one knows it’s him!
Ita had never gotten his chance to pay respects to his fallen friend and he figured he should since his passing brought about some sort of great visual prowess and the least he could do was thank him. Ita gathered his remaining belongings and made his way to the doorway, slipping out in the middle of the night. The Uchiha district was dead, however not entirely. Ita walked down the same road that he had that day he’d met Hikari, and her wolf companion. With his hood giving him a false sense of protection, Ita couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t alone, even though it was dead silence due to the time of night it was. In the distance, was someone. Someone following Ita around, but for what reason? Ita planned to find out. Ita continued with his plans regardless of the slight inconvenience. Leaving the Uchiha district and entering the okinaga district, whatever the fuck that was, Ita could still feel as though he was being followed.
Ita was on some seriously weird spiritual journey or something, or maybe this was just how he dealt with his problems. To think of it, most people do this to deal with their problems. Ita approached a shady man who was leaning against the side of a rundown house next to a dimly lit light post, positioned in the far back of a sketchy part of the neighborhood. Ita flashed the man his Konoha headband from his ninja weapon pouch and then the man let the boy through the door. Sketchy? Totally. But where else were you going to get a drink at this time?
An unknown enemy or possible ally, but most likely enemy, laid beyond the tree line out of sight. Ita made his way through an unruly crowd before taking a seat at the end of the bar. A bartender approached the boy, asking the boy in a raspy voice, “Ain’t you a little young to be drinkin at a bar at this time of night, boy?” Ita would shift his attention from the counter to the bartender, his 3-tomoe sharingan meeting his normal, civilian ass eyes. At that moment the old man knew to shut up and bring the boy his sakiiiiiiiii. That’s right a big old fat bottle for him and his dead buddy Jace. Ita wondered if Jace ever got drunk, maybe if he did he would have had the courage to put a baby into Queen, maybe not. Placing enough money down, ‘enough’ could have been more could have been more, but ita was sure the man wasn’t going to pursue him. Ita grabbed two small saki glasses and the bottle, swinging around in his seat and marching off towards the burial grounds to get his drank on.
Ita could feel the presence of the person growing near and he was not alone. Ita allowed for the final moments of their lives to carry out before he had to solve the problem. Ita entered the burial grounds and made his way to the stone head that represented his fallen friend. Ita stared at the stone for several moments, allowing his mind to be freed of any thoughts from the outside world, which was stupid because if someone did want Ita dead, it would have been their time to do it. Ita picked up the saki bottle and placed it to his lips, allowing for the warm liquids to fill his insides. Ita then poured some of Jaces grave. Ita them placed the bottle once again to his lips, and that’s when shit started getting messy. A kunai would pierce through the air at impressive speed, Ita’s sharingan only picking up on it in the last few moments, allowing him to lean his head back so that the kunai pierced the bottle instead of his head causing the boys liquor to spill out onto Jace’s grave.
twc: 2061
Ita swung his legs around the bed so that he was sitting, his feet touching the crude wood floorboards. As the young Uchiha pulled himself off the bed an onto his feet, the wood underneath him would creak. Ita raised his arms stretching and then straightening out his back. Ita felt stiff, which wasn’t a surprise due to how shitty his mattress happened to be. If only being a leaf shinobi paid better, he would be able to purchase a better mattress, one made for a true king. Or maybe he would have to topple an empire and claim it as his own. Then he would be a king.
Ita grabbed his black shirt from off of the chair and pulled it over his head, sticking his hands through the sleves. Next the boy would slip his feet into his black pair of shinobi sandals, limited edition of course. Although Ita would relatively poor, he still had the flyest kicks Konoha had ever seen. ‘The Konohamaru 7s’, equipped with a silky black finish and a no slip grip, durable enough for all your ninja needs. Only 171 were ever released and Ita was first in line to get a pair. Now that was settled, Ita could go onto putting the rest of his daily normal scheming attire on. His shinobi weapon pouches with his headband stored within and his dark gray cloak, which he shrouded himself in so that no one knows it’s him!
Ita had never gotten his chance to pay respects to his fallen friend and he figured he should since his passing brought about some sort of great visual prowess and the least he could do was thank him. Ita gathered his remaining belongings and made his way to the doorway, slipping out in the middle of the night. The Uchiha district was dead, however not entirely. Ita walked down the same road that he had that day he’d met Hikari, and her wolf companion. With his hood giving him a false sense of protection, Ita couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t alone, even though it was dead silence due to the time of night it was. In the distance, was someone. Someone following Ita around, but for what reason? Ita planned to find out. Ita continued with his plans regardless of the slight inconvenience. Leaving the Uchiha district and entering the okinaga district, whatever the fuck that was, Ita could still feel as though he was being followed.
Ita was on some seriously weird spiritual journey or something, or maybe this was just how he dealt with his problems. To think of it, most people do this to deal with their problems. Ita approached a shady man who was leaning against the side of a rundown house next to a dimly lit light post, positioned in the far back of a sketchy part of the neighborhood. Ita flashed the man his Konoha headband from his ninja weapon pouch and then the man let the boy through the door. Sketchy? Totally. But where else were you going to get a drink at this time?
An unknown enemy or possible ally, but most likely enemy, laid beyond the tree line out of sight. Ita made his way through an unruly crowd before taking a seat at the end of the bar. A bartender approached the boy, asking the boy in a raspy voice, “Ain’t you a little young to be drinkin at a bar at this time of night, boy?” Ita would shift his attention from the counter to the bartender, his 3-tomoe sharingan meeting his normal, civilian ass eyes. At that moment the old man knew to shut up and bring the boy his sakiiiiiiiii. That’s right a big old fat bottle for him and his dead buddy Jace. Ita wondered if Jace ever got drunk, maybe if he did he would have had the courage to put a baby into Queen, maybe not. Placing enough money down, ‘enough’ could have been more could have been more, but ita was sure the man wasn’t going to pursue him. Ita grabbed two small saki glasses and the bottle, swinging around in his seat and marching off towards the burial grounds to get his drank on.
Ita could feel the presence of the person growing near and he was not alone. Ita allowed for the final moments of their lives to carry out before he had to solve the problem. Ita entered the burial grounds and made his way to the stone head that represented his fallen friend. Ita stared at the stone for several moments, allowing his mind to be freed of any thoughts from the outside world, which was stupid because if someone did want Ita dead, it would have been their time to do it. Ita picked up the saki bottle and placed it to his lips, allowing for the warm liquids to fill his insides. Ita then poured some of Jaces grave. Ita them placed the bottle once again to his lips, and that’s when shit started getting messy. A kunai would pierce through the air at impressive speed, Ita’s sharingan only picking up on it in the last few moments, allowing him to lean his head back so that the kunai pierced the bottle instead of his head causing the boys liquor to spill out onto Jace’s grave.
twc: 2061
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Village : Missing Ninja
Ryo : 500
Re: A Blast from the Past(p. io. nk)
Sat Aug 26, 2017 6:18 pm
Not gonna lie, Ita was pretty inebriated by the time all this happened, and whoever broke that bottle was probably doing the boy a favor by saving him from a monster hangover the next morning. Ita clenched what was left of the neck of the bottle, his eyes focusing in on the man who stood before him in the shadows as he walked towards him, revealing himself within the moon’s light.
“Can’t you see that I am morning a friend? It would be a shame if I would have to add to the burial grounds during a time like this.” Ita said aloud to the man, letting the broken bottle fall from his hand. “one…two…three.” There were three men surrounding the boy, the first one, who ITa had exchanged a fair warning with, was about 5 meters away in front of him, the other two, to the back somewhere.
“We’ve been watching you Ita. We don’t know what you’re up to, but we can’t allow you to keep going around with your sharingan activated and expect nothing to happen, even if there is no clan head currently.”
Ita chuckled, mostly because he was drunk. “Well if it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’re going to get.” Ita’s sharingan met the activated sharingan of another from his clan. Ita had never actually had to kill anyone from his own clan before, but he wasn’t about to die over a rule that was outdate.
The first one who was standing in front of Ita made the first move. Ita began performing hand seals, which made the others around them begin to carry out their seemingly flawless assault. Upon finishing the last hand seal, the man infront of Ita was switched withhimself. The first blood was drawn. Just in that moment, his comrades would pierce through the mans body, from separate sides with their katanas. The mans blood began leaking from his body, down his comrades swords as they just realized what had happen.
Ita had switched the mans body with him own, allowing for his comrades preemptive strike to backfire, resulting in a death of one of their own. “You fucking bastard.” One of the Uchiha said.
“Seems as though the Uchiha clan is not as formidable as it once was. Sad.” Ita would say, snapping out of whatever buzz he was catching from before this little situation. The two men drew their blades from their fallen comrade and one of the men standing to the right of the body would begin performing hand seals, producing a large ball of fire towards Ita. At the same time, Ita would reach into his ninja pouch producing a scroll. The scroll would vanish almost instantly, spawning a katana in his right hand. The fireball was just about to consume Ita, when the body flowed his chidori through the blade and made a diagonal slashing motion towards the fire. Typically fire style would outpower lightning, but Ita’s chakra level was on such a different level than his opponents it did not matter.
Ita sliced through the fireball with ease, dashing through the part in the flames towards his first victim. Ita would put his blade back into the sheath the gain speed and just before appearing before the man in a bluur of speed, Ita would reach for the hilt of his blade with his right hand and unleash it with great speed, chopping his opponent perfectly in half, his top half remaining on the bottom for a moment before sliding off in a grotesque, but clean manner.
It wasn’t like Ita to underestimate his opponents, but he was so carried away in the moment that Ita forgot about the other man, who came at the boy from his blind side, swinging his katana towards Ita, who barely had enough time to throw his blade in the way, however the man would knock the blade from ITa’s hand and send it flying. “Shit” Ita thought to himself, as the man swung his blade in another attempt to cut the boy down. Just then Ita’s mangekyou sharingan activated, and the mans swing would be interrupted by the fact that his body was now ablaze. The man let out a shriek of pan and Ita grabbed the mans katana and thrusted the blade through his chest, stopping him from making any louder screams. It was night time and it would be rude if it woke someone up.
Ita stood around looking at the mess he had caused. Ita pushed the mans lifeless, still burning body from off of the blade and allowed his body to hit the floor, on top of the grave next to Jace’s. “I sent you some friends, Jace” Ita would say aloud, referring to the three souls he just sent off.
Ita produced a kunai and went to each of the lifeless bodies and put a strike through the leaf insignia on each of their head bands, then returned the kunai to it’s pouch and the boy disappeared in a blur of speed.
(exit)
twc: 2,904
Claim 2892 towards Amaterasu, claiming Amaterasu.
“Can’t you see that I am morning a friend? It would be a shame if I would have to add to the burial grounds during a time like this.” Ita said aloud to the man, letting the broken bottle fall from his hand. “one…two…three.” There were three men surrounding the boy, the first one, who ITa had exchanged a fair warning with, was about 5 meters away in front of him, the other two, to the back somewhere.
“We’ve been watching you Ita. We don’t know what you’re up to, but we can’t allow you to keep going around with your sharingan activated and expect nothing to happen, even if there is no clan head currently.”
Ita chuckled, mostly because he was drunk. “Well if it’s a fight you want, then it’s a fight you’re going to get.” Ita’s sharingan met the activated sharingan of another from his clan. Ita had never actually had to kill anyone from his own clan before, but he wasn’t about to die over a rule that was outdate.
The first one who was standing in front of Ita made the first move. Ita began performing hand seals, which made the others around them begin to carry out their seemingly flawless assault. Upon finishing the last hand seal, the man infront of Ita was switched withhimself. The first blood was drawn. Just in that moment, his comrades would pierce through the mans body, from separate sides with their katanas. The mans blood began leaking from his body, down his comrades swords as they just realized what had happen.
Ita had switched the mans body with him own, allowing for his comrades preemptive strike to backfire, resulting in a death of one of their own. “You fucking bastard.” One of the Uchiha said.
“Seems as though the Uchiha clan is not as formidable as it once was. Sad.” Ita would say, snapping out of whatever buzz he was catching from before this little situation. The two men drew their blades from their fallen comrade and one of the men standing to the right of the body would begin performing hand seals, producing a large ball of fire towards Ita. At the same time, Ita would reach into his ninja pouch producing a scroll. The scroll would vanish almost instantly, spawning a katana in his right hand. The fireball was just about to consume Ita, when the body flowed his chidori through the blade and made a diagonal slashing motion towards the fire. Typically fire style would outpower lightning, but Ita’s chakra level was on such a different level than his opponents it did not matter.
Ita sliced through the fireball with ease, dashing through the part in the flames towards his first victim. Ita would put his blade back into the sheath the gain speed and just before appearing before the man in a bluur of speed, Ita would reach for the hilt of his blade with his right hand and unleash it with great speed, chopping his opponent perfectly in half, his top half remaining on the bottom for a moment before sliding off in a grotesque, but clean manner.
It wasn’t like Ita to underestimate his opponents, but he was so carried away in the moment that Ita forgot about the other man, who came at the boy from his blind side, swinging his katana towards Ita, who barely had enough time to throw his blade in the way, however the man would knock the blade from ITa’s hand and send it flying. “Shit” Ita thought to himself, as the man swung his blade in another attempt to cut the boy down. Just then Ita’s mangekyou sharingan activated, and the mans swing would be interrupted by the fact that his body was now ablaze. The man let out a shriek of pan and Ita grabbed the mans katana and thrusted the blade through his chest, stopping him from making any louder screams. It was night time and it would be rude if it woke someone up.
Ita stood around looking at the mess he had caused. Ita pushed the mans lifeless, still burning body from off of the blade and allowed his body to hit the floor, on top of the grave next to Jace’s. “I sent you some friends, Jace” Ita would say aloud, referring to the three souls he just sent off.
Ita produced a kunai and went to each of the lifeless bodies and put a strike through the leaf insignia on each of their head bands, then returned the kunai to it’s pouch and the boy disappeared in a blur of speed.
(exit)
twc: 2,904
Claim 2892 towards Amaterasu, claiming Amaterasu.
Sakana MeijinCitizen- Ryo : 20000
Re: A Blast from the Past(p. io. nk)
Sat Aug 26, 2017 6:24 pm
Please link the other topics where you trained the tech
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Re: A Blast from the Past(p. io. nk)
Sat Aug 26, 2017 6:59 pm
http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t36418-the-quest-for-power-begins-p-nk-io#285993
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Re: A Blast from the Past(p. io. nk)
Sat Aug 26, 2017 7:03 pm
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