Stop the Protest (nobo)

Mon Nov 25, 2019 2:40 am

http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t42560-unpeaceful-protest

The Uzumaki could begin to hear the sounds of the protest taking place as she hastily made her way to the scene. She was in the midst of of getting her plans together for the new casino she wanted to establish to help build Kumo’s economy. Alongside that, and her other plans she hoped to present to Kutari were cut short by the reports of the protest that was taking place within downtown Kumo. She was sent in to put an end to the blasphemy. She was supposed to expect one other on this lovely mission. The Uzumaki hoped they could bring a swift end to whatever it is they were complaining about so she could head home and continue to do her fuckin job.

Kira arrived, overlooking the streets on a nearby rooftop. There were maybe 100 villagers gathered with raised signs, most of them chanting the same thing. “Not my Kage! Not my Kage!” The Uzumaki observed, a perked eyebrow in curiosity as she pulled out her trusty flask taking a heavy swig. She’d await a moment before going down to see if her partner for this mission would arrive.

Wed Nov 27, 2019 3:46 am

To be a jounin so early into his return to active military life was not only a surprise to the former cook, it was almost dangerous. He was getting stronger, he felt it in his heart, and in his body: just the previous day he had been able to feel his inner first gate opening from punching a tree ‘til it fell. Of course, he now had a hand across his chest wrapped in bandaging. There had been no medical ninja available at the time to treat his injury, and as such a regular doctor had to fix his hand manually, like the good ol’ chakraless days. Yet, if even a chunnin had been available to challenge his position, he would be in a difficult situation, for he did not believe himself to be able to take on a chunnin in an one-on-one fight. “I must stop doubting myself. If the Kage catches even a whiff of doubt, he’ll probably have me executed in public.”

Besides, there were more pressing matters at hand.

He made his way through the crowd, almost undisturbed -- few people were just too happy to be outside to notice the man with an arm slung across his chest making his way through their chants, even the flak vest didn’t seem to ring a bell in their heads that he may not be one of them, so to speak. “Not my Kage! Not my Kage!” Kaito could scarcely believe his ears. These people had no idea where they were, did they?

He recognized someone though, so he made his way towards them. A red head such as himself, a shade brighter than his, one eye of each color; mayhaps she had those special eyes of some clan, and that’s why they were different colors? It wasn’t uncommon in the ninja world, as far as Kaito knew. He waved his left, unbroken hand at her. “Yo, Kira.” He almost had to shout to be heard over the populous chanting. “What’s the sit-rep?”

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WC: 334

Tue Dec 03, 2019 2:56 pm

The Uzumaki continued to observe the scene. It wasn’t long before her partner for this mission arrived, his crimson locks noticeable through the crowds of people on the village streets. She could make out his words faintly, deciding to jump down from the rooftop she was perched on to his location to discuss the game plan. “It looks exactly how it looks, a bunch of people sprouting things they know nothing about.” She shrugged. Just then and there she spotted a few other villagers. There signs and chants were different, opposing the protestors with shouts of approval for the new Raikage.

She watched as two villagers begun to shout into one another’s faces, the argument proceeding to get more and more heated before one of them threw a full on punch. That’s when everything begun to go down hill “Uh-oh.” The Uzumaki whispered to herself before the once peaceful protest turned into a scene from the purge. Punches were being thrown all over, sharp weapons were being pulled, and a whole lot of people were about to get hurt.

"And this is when we swing into action. Let’s go Noboru-chan.”The Uzumaki tossed herself straight into the crowd, reaching for her ninja wire as she danced around the crowd, dodging punched and wrapping the wire around each wrist that was thrown her way in order to subdue each person that was escalating the situation. For a brief moment, she was caught off guard and punched right in the boob by a blonde petit woman with a pixie cut. Luckily, they were like airbags so the pain was minimal, but the rage was peaking. The Jonin gave her one quick look before Jabbing her right in the face, knocking her lights out immediately.

A big burly man came up from behind her, locking her into a bear hug grasp. She could feel the man attempting to squeeze the life force out of her. With a simple touch of her finger, she place a seal on the man which quickly caused him to sieze, falling over and in the process letting the girl go. Kira flicked some hair out of her face and look over to how Noboru was holding up.

Thu Dec 05, 2019 8:22 am

“These fuckers have no idea how Kumo operates, and now they think they can just change ways by chanting… Fucking degenerates.” The disgust in the redhead’s voice was palpable, dripping so thick it could be caught in a cup and spread on moldy bread to make a disgusting poultice sandwich. As the situation escalated, Kira jumped into action, calling on Kaito to follow with an endearing addition to the name. Kaito didn’t mind it much; instead, he parted ways with the redhead and dashed straight into the fray. Right hand dangling uselessly in front of his chest, he was met by a trio of stocky lads who thought of him easy prey. They couldn’t have been wronger. The first one, by Kaito’s right hand, tried a standing kick against Kaito’s midsection, but he caught his foot with his free left hand; the middle one tried a straight punch, while the one by Kaito’s left hand threw a haymaker. In a display of physical prowess like neither of these people had ever seen, Kaito pulled the extended leg of the first man while twisting his right hand above his hand, bringing the cloth around his neck that held the arm off his neck and letting the first punch be held by it. The haymaker found the shin of the first lad’s leg, both now barking out a cry of pain while Kaito’s own right leg flew into the middle lad’s stomach, forcing the diaphragm to expel all air from his lungs and near knocking him out instantly. He clenched his left hand into a fist around the first lad’s foot, who up until that point had just been comically trying to keep his balance, but who now started to cry in pain as the bones of his foot cracked underneath the sheer pressure Kaito was able to apply to it. The third lad, seeing this, simply sprung away as a hurt animal might. Kaito released the foot and the lad fell onto the floor, clutching the broken appendage, crying in pain.

He moved in further into the cluster of action, analyzing the situation. Once the chopped at someone’s throat, falling them quietly, then ducking low to perform a leg swipe and back up to kick them away from him. Acrobatically, he jumped over someone’s fists and into their shoulders, kicking away and planting them firmly against the floor, landing in between two quarrelling people and pushing them away with a one handed handstand split kick. Pushing off the floor with his hand, the flipped back into balance only to have to swing his torso back away from someone who though they’d be able to hook his chin; he simply slapped his hand onto their face and pushed it away. For the most part, Kaito was controlling his strength; much as he might not be able to take on many superior ninja, he was still far above these civilians. As he noticed someone trying to force a locked door to a store. Kaito scuffed, and knelt down to pick a flip flop he had knocked off of someone, aimed for less than a second, and hurled it with magnificent dexterity at the would-be looter’s head, the smack loud enough to be heard over the commotion, send him away running. It seemed to dissuade him from looting the store.

He looked over to his twin sister he never had, after she downed a man by touching his arm. He stretched his good hand and gave her the thumbs up.

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WC: 586

Mon Dec 09, 2019 10:39 pm

The Uzumaki listened to what her fellow Jonin had to say, not being able to say it any better herself. The new leadership will probably be the best thing that could happen to Kumogakure, and the spiraling shit hole it was heading towards. The two continued to proceed into action, Kira witnessing from the corner of her eye that the red haired male was rather capable on his own, even if he had jumped straight to Jonin from Genin just mere days ago. She was rather impressed by his capabilities.

After taking out the big burly man, the heterochromatic eyed girl had turned to face the male just in time to catch his thumbs up. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him and made a face. Her expression faded however as a loud explosion went off nearby, surely catching a few nearby civilians in the blast. It wasn’t just any explosion, but ninjutsu. Other ninja were getting involved, and not ones that were on their side.

Protestors could be heard continuing their chant as those not apart fled in a panic. The Uzumaki tried to search through the madness for what caused the explosion. Through it all, she spotted a man in a black jumpsuit, his face mainly covered with a matching bandana, only his piercing yellow eyes visible. Covering his forehead was a headband with Kumogakure’s logo crossed out.

“Well, that’s a problem.” The kunoichi stated to herself. Not so much the one individual but the fact that this could be sign of a possible rebellion. Where there’s one bad weed there’s bound to be others, and if they didn’t pluck them quick, it could lead to the whole garden to decay. With a swift movement, Kira flicked her hand into her pouch and removed a kunai that she placed in front of her in a defensive position. “Back down or I can’t say you’ll come out of this alive.” She stated, her voice steady and strong. The male cackled at the demand, unsheathing two ninjato that were strapped to his back. The protestors shouting what she could only believe was the male’s name. “Uki! Uki! Uki! Uki!”

“Kira Akudachi. A former stranger to these lands. Of course you’d partner up with a foreigner. You’ve probably been a spy from the beginning.” His voice was deep like thunder itself. Kira remained unfazed. With her sudden promotion and rise to Kumo’s Economical Strategist, it was no surprise her name was whispered through the village. Someone who was also searching to do harm to the village might also have done their research too. “I need a drink.” She muttered to herself, preparing for the showdown that was about to ensue.

twc: 1012

Thu Dec 12, 2019 1:25 am

An explosion punctuated the gravity of the situation, alleviated slightly just a second before by the two redheads exchanging relaxed gestures. As the explosion came off, Kaito turned his head towards it; an explosive tag? So there were ninja involved in this now. Typical. Kaito was about to turn towards the site, where a figure in dark cloak stepped assertively in between Kaito and the explosion, lowered head slowly circling upwards, golden eyes locking onto Kaito's. The redhead furrowed his brow, contemplating the stranger as it moved, and then relaxing his forehead as the realization washed over him, a stranger no more. "Katai."

"Kaito. How long's it been?" An arm moved underneath the cloak and pushed away into the light of the day, slinking underneath the hood to push it back, revealing a mesh of golden brown hair on a tan teenager. On his forehead rested a Kumogakure headband with a fresh strike across the village's symbol. When the youth had spoken, it had been calm and collected, something that didn't surprise Kaito too much. Uki and Katai had never been known to be smart lads, just good at intimidation.

"Been long enough that I forgot how stupid you were", Kaito said in an equally calm tone, with just a hint of urgency to it. This was, after all, the same Chunnin which not so long ago accompanied a loan shark to inform Kaito all his life savings had burned away due to sabotage; a blatant lie to avoid having a high cost bard operating which they may have to cover for later. "What? Did the loan sharks promise you something good if you wreck stuff here too?"

Katai lips slashed across his face into a crooked smile. "You know, if you weren't so stubborn, you could've made some good money with us." Kaito scoffed immediately. "You people insist on dragging me down to your level and making me as miserable as you are. You're just like Kuro."

The accusation seemed to affect the youngster. "Kuro was a junkie drug addict, just like your parents, Kaito. And he's now dead, just like your parents, and just as you will be."

For a moment, Kaito's stomach contracted. Against a chunnin, he would likely not stand a chance. "Tell you what, Katai. You want to compare me to Kuro and say I'm going to die just like him? I killed Kuro with nothing but his own weapons. So, what say you that I draw my weapons, and you kill me with them?" Kaito spoke as calmly as he could, and as he did, he drew the short wakizashi from its scabbard, sliding the handle in between the bandages of his broken right hand, then using the piece of fabric where his hand hung out and securing his hand shut around the hilt of the short blade, knotting it tightly with the help of his mouth.

Katai looked down on Kaito, much to the semblance of when he accompanied the loan shark and looked down on the cook who just had his restaurant burned, waiting for a fit of rage to dispense his own pent up frustrations in retaliation. However, his expression was slightly different. There was no cockiness behind those eyes anymore. Instead, a sliver of worry glinted and winked at Kaito. "What's the matter", Kaito continued, "are you afraid of me?"

Katai barked out a forced fit of laughter, so forced indeed that it was hard to imagine the lad himself believed in it. "Don't make me laugh. You're an upjumped nobody, Kaito. And now you'll die."

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WC: 596

Tue Dec 17, 2019 2:22 pm

The Uzumaki watched as a second figure emerged. This one not so much a stranger to her estranged male lookalike. Her ears perked as the two engaged in conversation, all the while keeping her gaze on the other male who seemed to be familiar with who Kira was. “Alright hotshot, looks like it’s you and me.” She announced to the male as she cracked her neck. It’d been a while since she engaged in any real combat and well, she hoped her reflexes were still up to par. She wasn’t much of a submissive type so she’d be damned is she found herself defeated by a big burly man… even if his arms were the size of her weight… If he trimmed down his beard, maybe he wouldn’t be so bad looking.. Damnit why did the hot ones have to be evil.

The Uzumaki swiftly pulled a kunai out from the kit attached to her leg and flicked it to the male at a high speed. As if anticipating the taunt attack, the man reflected the attack with a short blade was in his left hand, causing the kunai to ricochet into a wall nearby. As if chaining his movements, he shifted his weight to his right leg, bringing his adjacent hand to his lips before a ball of fire grazed his lips and shot out towards the Jonin. She could feel the heat of the flame even from where she stood. They were hot but fortunately not as hot as she was.

With a quick combo of hand signs, the Uzumaki placed her right palm outwards, with her left hand grabbing her outward arm, a seal of absorption was instantly placed, and activated right after. The fireball was absorbed into the palm of her hands. Upon the technique eviscerating, and her view being re-established, the Uzumaki flinched as the male had shadowed the fireball’s path and was now closing in on her position. He did a quick slash upwards, aiming for her arm that she placed upwards. She swept it to the side, avoiding the sharp blade enough to prevent anything fatal, but late enough to where a small gash matching that of a razor cut gazed her forearm. The man followed up with a string of attacks, hoping to land one. Though, what the man seemed to have in courage he lacked in speed. The lack of surprise gone, Kira evaded his techniques with ease, dodging about 3 of his attacked before 4 chakra chains emerged from her obliques (2 on each side) and quickly wrapped around his appendages. They pulled outwardly on each one of his limbs, constraining him. He led out a small grunt of defeat as the pressure of the chains caused him to drop his weapon.

With him constrained, Kira approached him. She let her hands run through his body, patting him down as she clearly was searching for weapons or any other lethal object. *cough* yes, that’s what she was doing. She gazed up to the male, his cheeks a rosy red but his expression one of anger. She gave him a quick smirk before she deliver a quick strike to the side of his head, rendering him unconscious.

x ap used ( will post if needed)

two: 1554

Wed Dec 18, 2019 12:13 pm

Amidst the commotion, a tense stillness permeated makeshift arena walled by citizens of the Kumogakure who were anxiously awaiting the resolution of the conflict at hand. The brown eyes of the former cook gazed deeply into the golden eyes of the tanned chunnin before him, both expressions masks carved out of the rockface of the mountains to hide the tingling sensation of fear both men felt at the possible conflict about to ensue. Neither of the men dared to move a muscle out of cue, lest their intentions be revealed to their opponent and their plans foiled. The stand off went on for what felt like hours to either man, both men with their arms loosely hanging to either side, Kaito’s right hand bound tightly with the scarf around his shortsword.

Then, in a flash of inspiration, motion: Katai hopped in place for a microsecond and jumped forwards, remarkable speed behind his step. Kaito pushed his right foot back for balance, and as he did so, he focused his chakra onto the first inner gate, releasing it; then, with the dexterity of a pickpocketer, he slipped a kunai off his weapon pouch and threw it at the man to interrupt his momentum; for the second that it worked, he dashed towards the side before closing in the distance with Kaito. However, it had been enough for Kaito to sheathe his blade into the sheath, and now, as Katai worriedly looking to Kaito’s action, Kaito ducked forward while kneeling, before performing an iai strike towards the leg of the dashing chunnin. However, rather than striking in an arc to slice away a member, or the head, he took advantage of the proximity and just used the buttress of the weapon to strike into his opponent’s solar plexus. Katai spat all the air off his lungs onto Kaito, and fell over to his knees. Using the advantage of the positioning, Kaito chopped at the throat of the chunnin, causing him to keel over all tuckered out.

With the adrenaline of the fight now wearing off, Kaito felt his right hand pulsing with pain at the broken bones, now further mangled into his flesh. “Uuugh!” He clenched his jaw as a grunt of pain tried to escape between his teeth, his mouth twisted into a grimace. Their heroes now defeated and tamed, the population appeared to be less inclined to continue rioting, and started retreating hurriedly through the streets. Kaito’s eyes swept the street, and realizing they were now clearing, he looked back at Kira. “Come on, let’s take these bastards in before I slice my hand off.”

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WC: 435

Mon Dec 23, 2019 12:15 am

Kira looked over to see Noboru, quickly catching on to the damage that was made to his hand. She listened to his words, letting her eyes fall upon the man he took down. “You sure you don’t want me to take a look at that hand?” She asked. her medical knowledge wasn’t vast by any means (not yet at least) but she could at least probably fix some minor wounds if needed.

If he agreed, the jonin would approach the male, throwing him her flask to his good hand for him to take a sip of. She'd form a trio of hand signs, before placing her hands gently on her unrelated twin’s wounded hand. It would take a few moments, but it would relieve him of the pain he felt long enough to seek proper medical attention. “We make a good team ay?” She’d announce, as she finished the job, taking back the flask. “I have a feeling this doesn’t stop here. There’s probably others like these guys. We’re going to have to get to the bottom of this before Kutari get’s back..” She turn back towards the male she knocked out, throwing him over her shoulder. Any onlookers would be confused as how the petite flower was able to carry such a man. “Time to fill out some paperwork."

exit
twc: 1775
claiming: 3 stats plus 1 stat at 200 words after meeting my half of mission reqs (1500)
Mission rewards + jonin ryo bonus
1775/2500 towards http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t42677-mystical-palm-revamp?highlight=mystical+palm+technique

Mon Dec 23, 2019 4:47 am

He consented to have his hand looked at, snatching the flask from the air, uncorking it carefully and taking a long sip from it, the alcohol relieving his head of thoughts for a brief moment, distracting from the pain for however momentary the relief was.

As the redhead approached and cupped his hand in hers, her chakra wove through the broken bones of his hand, and for a moment, the pain subsided and he could feel his grip coming back to his hand. The redhead’s forehead tattoos wrinkled as his eyebrows climbed upwards in surprise; he knew medical ninja were useful, but something like this was superb. The possibilities for field treatment now flared through his mind, however, his companion’s words brought him back to the mission at hand. “Yeah, we do make a good team,” he said as he handed over the flask. The prospect of paperwork wasn’t too pleasant, but at least the lass that worked in the Kage’s office was good eye candy to the redhead. He picked the younger, smaller chunin into his shoulder. “Lead the way, boss.”

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Claiming 2500 mission salary, +5AP
Claiming 3 Strength (at 400 words cost) and 3 Speed (at the 200 word cost after mission count done)
Claiming 197 towards Sword Storm partially unlocked here.
Claiming 1500 towards B-Rank Seven Heavens Breathing Method, and 437 towards A-Rank.

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