Acquired Taste [Aokidanza]

Thu Dec 24, 2020 11:08 pm

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Acquired Taste [Aokidanza] Yugakure-hidden-in-hot-water-village-animeipics

It was the start to a new day in the Village Hidden in the Sand, the markets were bustling with travellers from around the world a lot whom visited the village in a bid to secure a handful of late Christmas presents for their loved ones. Amidst the crowd walked a tall, slender looking figure, wearing nothing but a loose shirt and some combat pants. Every few steps, he slowed to a stop, taking in the series of small interactions between loved ones, interactions that he never managed experience as a child.

“Come snag a deal for your loved ones young man.” Hollered an elderly stall owner. “Loved ones?” he muttered under his breath, thinking back to the lifeless bodies of everyone that he had cherished, some of whom put down by his own hand thanks to the Berserker curse that he inherited. He turned his head, briefly resting his piercing murderous gaze on the stall owner, her smile quickly fading at the sight of his dark, lost and lifeless set of eyes. She locked eyes with him for less than a moment, her fight or flight instincts immediately kicking in. The series of facial tattoos, the stature coupled with the gaze and a resting bitch face made Satoru out to be an outright monster. After what felt like eternity for the stall owner but a moment for Satoru, he broke eye contact, continuing his path to the Desert Rose Inn.

“Di—did you see that orange haired man?” barked the shop keeper to her assistant just as Satoru move out of earshot. Satoru had experienced a lot of first since arriving at the village just over two weeks ago. This incident was one to add to the list, as the first time that he almost lost himself in public. Satorus natural berserker was fuelled by his anger and for a moment there, he almost lost complete control which would have resulted in the slaughter of several innocent individuals.

Satoru made a left down an alleyway by the market bringing him to the front of the Desert Rose Inn. He did not waste any time, quickly making his way to his room. He immediately entered, locking the door in the face of the concierge. “I need to get out here.” he thought to himself as he scooped up his assortment of ninja tools and two weapon pouches. He tossed everything onto the table before catching a glimpse of a gold-plated mission briefing with an evergreen acorn attached to the top left corner. Suddenly, his heart rate calmed, he reached for the briefing and the instant his hand met the gold, the briefing burned up, forming a small cloud of smoke that filled the room with the scent of elderflower.

Satoru closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet aroma as the sounds of small waves crashing against the shore began flooding his auditory senses. Next, he felt a warm breeze against his skin with the searing sun against his neck. As he opened his eyes and wafted what was now thick veil of smoke away he found himself on the shores of a foreign land. As his facial expression turned from satisfaction to confusion, he heard a distinct voice in his head. “Ho-Ho-Ho...” he heard as the details of the mission began flooding into his conscious memory. He quickly recalled that this wasn’t the first in the series of weird and wonderful missions that he had been sent on throughout the holiday period, most importantly he now had a goal in mind that buried his previous pessimism for the sake of the HollyKages personal satisfaction and greed.

Satoru remained motionless for a few moments, before slowly removing his shirt in wake of the sudden surge of humidity. Having his shirt, he exposed his jet black tattoos to the elements. The tattoos are dotted around his face, nose, cheeks, arms and torso with both of wrists marked with 2 lines approximately 2 centimeters apart, his biceps sharing a larger version of the same tattoos while the rest of body was covered in a series of lines that covered incision marks, burns, cuts and deep tissue bruises.

Standing at a 6ft 7, Satoru decided to throw his shirt over his shoulder as he prepared for the mission ahead. “Gather puffer fish and hemlock, ey—. Greedy bastard. What am I, his personal shopper?” he muttered under his breath as he attempted to take a step forward. The instant his foot left the ground, he felt a heavy force push down against his shoulders which was quickly followed by a “Hold yo’ horses, boy… There’s one more yet to join you.”.

Satoru arched a brow, responding with “1 more?” only to be met with complete silence and a gust of wind. “Guess I’ll have to wait…” he whispered under his breath as he resided himself to the HollyKages bidding…

WC - 815

Sat Dec 26, 2020 1:20 pm

Exasperation would immerse the immediate standing of the Jugo blooded one. A kindled flickering of one's involuntary pressence would usher in this asphyxiation. Gradually the shine that was used to transport this being would ebb, the surrounding ground from the force would ascend debris of dirt, grass and crushed insects. Looming from this trail of ignite a Demon was unveiled. Standing at six feet, one inch. Clad in all black from head to toe. Black hair that swayed over closed eye lids. Strong facial features that complimented that of an irresistible creature not of this world. Sable shirt of an upper class man with obsidian buttons. Onyx vest with slate dress pants and a jet belt and tie. Pitch shinobi boots with a brunet coat that had red silk interior lining it. From his left side, his hip , pried the hilt of his katana - gold pummel and dark green wrapping of the handle. Deliberately the lids to his eyes raised. Revealing black scleras holding two-toned golden irises - the one clinched to the pupils were a brighter, more vivid shade of gold, while the one that outlined that was a more forceful and darker shade.

His mind coursed with his utter disapproval of this 'Hollykage's' influence over his person to send him to and from whenever he pleased. The air that radiated about his standing would be felly with a tinge of his embittered nature. Those eyes of malice and pure darkness pierced along the path directly before him, not once did he turn them to notice the one waiting for him. Was he being rude? No, of course not, he was being mindful. For you see, he did not desire to unfold his rage upon someone that did not beckon it. He much rather it be fed to the source of the problem - The Hollykage. But... digression sat in. Calming that sea of raging waves that resides within him he released a single scuff. Straying his eyes east of his position to locate a being standing six inches taller than himself. "Oh?" He discharged, finding the man to have a unique appearance, one of his liking. Scanning him from head to toe, there was a potency about him that was also suffocating to the slightest of breathing. This man was dangerous - 'He reminds me of Raian...' He thought, a perverse smirk manifested on his face.

Odd... why was this monster existing right here, two meters to his right? It would not take the Senju long to infer that this had to be in relation to the workings of the man in red. Shifting his eyes over to his right, he would notice no one there, further to his peripheral, no one abaft of his standing. Returning them to the Jugo, not turning his body he would face the man completely. His coat tail sway in his motion, his hair subtly brushing under his movements. "I take it that you, too, have been snatched by the vexing grip of the Hollykage?" A deep and devious voice was extended to the ears of Satoru. Taking further initiative to process the situation, the man in red did mention to the Senju his purpose for being here and that he was not going to be alone... however, tge mere thought of his reasoning for being here only jabbed at the resting acrimony that was relaxed only moments ago. Labor...as if he was someone's helping hand? The confidence of the Hollykage was derogatory to say the very least.

A subtle groan would escape him. His head would tilt three inches to the left as he shook his head in disapproval. His mind have already predetermined that should tge day come and he was to ever cross paths with this mythical being...he will devour him whole. But that was enough, he no longer wished to bide on that. There was a... 'task' at hand and it was best to fulfill it, or else he would be enmeshed for an unforeseen amount of time. "We have been reduced to mere servants of an entity that enjoys to play games, it begs the question... is the Hollykage a man, or perhaps a mere child cavorting his powers? Wistfully, there is no legitimate way of knowing. And that...perplexes me to a vast end. But I digress. I am Aokidanza, pleasure to make your acquaintance." His expression was genuine, he was most charismatic as it wss his nature to speak to understand first.

The Demon would wait for the response of his temporary companion as to his attitude of the current situation that they have both been tethered to. Should he desire to work together, it would be acceptable. Should he desire to forgo teamwork, that too is acceptable in the eyes of the Senju. He understood the world of shinobi held many mysterious that shrouds even those into further enigma.

[WC: 816]

Tue Dec 29, 2020 5:41 pm

Suddenly, Satoru felt a hint of distortion to his left. In that moment, he instinctively twisted his upper body, the air around him exploding outwards while dragging his left foot across the ground in line with rotation, forming an arc in the dirt, his right hand flying towards the new arrival at lightning fast speed. In that very moment his eyes began to take in the attire, the hair color, facial structure and general demeanour. “This guy looks nothing like the HollyKage.” he thought to himself, stopping his straight around a meter from the new arrival. Having been able to move, was a sign in its self that this wasn’t the Holly Kage but the other individual, destined to perform this meaningless mission.

“I thought he had finally decided to show himself… guess not.” He’d gesture at the mans attire. To which the man responded with the query into whether the Jugo had also been snatched up by the HollyKage. “Vexxing…” his eyes flared with rage. “Yeah. That’s one way to put it.”, he grinned, lowering his right arm to his side before turning back towards the river before a subtle groan caught his immediate attention. The new arrival began questioning the very fundamental aspects of the HollyKage, questioning whether he was man, or just a child on a power trip before introducing himself as Aokidanza.

“Definitely doesn’t sound like a kid.” he said with a low tone. “My names Satoru… He said Hemlock and Pufferfish right?” looking Aokidanza for confirmation before continuing, “Wouldn’t want to ruin your fancy outfit, so how about you look for the Hemlock, an’ I’ll see if I get a Pufferfish?” Satorus tone was different to his usual, maybe it was because he wasn’t in his traditional disguise? Maybe it was because of the stall owner that had pissed him off earlier? Today, he sounded direct and demanding. His tone come across as firm and commanding.

With the exchange out of the way, Satoru would begin heading down stream to where the fish would typically congregate. He tossed his shirt down by the beach, before diving into the salty water in search of the necessary fish. With every minute that passed, he picked out a series of different fish, ranging from Salmon, Trout to Tuna, Pollock, Eels and Bass. It seemed to anyone that was paying attention that this river had all but the pufferfish that the hollykage so desired.

Climbing back on shore after a short excursion. He laid there, his right arm over his forehead as he considered the best approach for isolating the puffer fish. Sitting up, he observed the movement of the river and in turn the fish. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that a lot of the larger fish obstruct the smaller puffer fish which makes it difficult to see in the depths of the river. In that moment, he brought his hands together, taking a deep breath, steadying himself before suddenly expelling the breath.

His body instantly consuming more oxygen, his heart beating at an increased rhythmic tempo resulting in increased blood circulation. As a result, hyper-oxygenated muscles began to expand and contract with great efficiency before slightly increasing in mass.

Charged up, Satoru looked over either shoulder to ensure that the coast was clear. Lowering his centre of mass, he aligned himself with the river. Resting his right fist by his hip, he inhaled one more time before releasing an explosive shot towards the fish. The instant his fist connected with the water, the kinetic energy generated split the river, as a large chunk travelled with the force of the strike to the opposite side of the river.

With the strike, came an assortment of fish. With that, Satoru hopped over to the opposite side of the river, his body calming to a more normal rate. He hopped between the fish, kicking the trout and sea bass to one side in search of the puffer fish. Before long, he found a sole puffer fish hiding by the body of an eel. With a sigh of relief, he crouched, grabbed the fish with his bare hands before raising it into the air with a cheer. “Here you go, you asshole.” In that very moment, the fish expanded, all of its spikes and poisons simultaneously striking Satoru. As he let out a brief scream, he was teleported out of the area, with knowledge what had transpired removed and his puncture palm, healed.

Now feeling relaxed, he decided to go about his day as usual.

[Exit]

WC - 757
TWC - 1572

Wed Dec 30, 2020 12:23 am

'Oh my...' Reflected the mental movement of the Senju. Accosted in such a process by Satoru would leave his aimed fist suspended inches from the handsome demon's face. Aokidanza, nonchalantly glaring at the man that was mere fingerbreadth away from him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think this was how you greet all newcomers. However, you have to put a little more force into it, my dear boy. Next time connect..." He educated. His tone harmonious and his expression, aside from his displeasure of being there, charming.

Observant, he would watch as the jugo lowered his arm. It would seem, determining by his tone and choice of words that he too was against the Hollykage and his methods. Abruptly it would all make sense to the Senju, this man's fist was not meant for him, but for the Hollykage himself. Subtle wonderment would paint him so... he would notice that the man's tone was a touch demanding and not very open to suggestions. Aokidanza being the genius that he was with words did not bedevil him further. "Hemlock...? Very well, I shall collect as many as I can. Savor your time fishing." Parting ways from him, trekking deeper into the fields. As he sauntered, his consciousness began to query... "Why would you need, Hemlock, Hollykage? A highly poisonous herbaceous flowering plant? Secondly, who is it for?" It was odd, thinking of an all powerful kage that had a use for poison, although, it was a powerful poison that could be used for many purposes. Not to mention, he also desired puffer fish? This would deep through the Senju into a realm of questions. Too many that he could accurately come to terms with for an answer. It made no sense.

Coming to a stop. He would scan the field for stems of reddish or purple spots and streaks. Not hairy, like most would assume of a poisonous plant, and hollow. Bright green leaves, almost stern-like, finely devided and tooth-like edges. But what stood out about them was the strong musty odor they exude when crushed. The flowers are tiny and white, arranged small, umbrella clusters on the end from the stem. He knew what he was searching for, the only problem that he faced was the vast number of white flowers, along with yellow, red, blue and purple. The demon would groan as he immediately realized that this was going to be an intractable issue for him. What made this even worse, it was a form of menial labor that he was unconditionally against. But from his past experiences with this particular kage, he must do what was required of him or he would not leave. His blood began to boil at the mere thought of doing the bidding of this jolly fool. However, he would meander, his temper quelling as he closed his eyes.

The Demon would take one step, linger a moment and then take another. He would repeat this for some time. What he was doing was using his sense of smell to uncover the powerful putrid scent that the Hemlock would have expelled once he crushed it. As he did so, he only smelled pleasant fragrances instead, which lead him to believe that this was going to be a long search.

After some time, perhaps an hour or forty five minutes to that hour, he would notice a rather large boom. Demonic eyes would open, narrowly gazing over in the direction that Satoru went into. "He certainly has a temper..." He mused with a smile, but perhaps he was right in his approach? However, he preferred a more stylish touch. Gauging the distance of the water from his person it was only four meters. More than enough to gather from his standing. A seal was made, chakra flowed from his being over to the riverbank. Gradually lines and drops of water rised and mini streams of water crawled towards him, circling his being clockwise from head to toe it was as if it was waiting for something. His right hand reached for his hilt, slowly removing it from its sheath. The water that was hovering around him took to his blades edge gradually to compress. "Suiton: Kawanagi..." He voiced, he then took off in a rush. Elegantly and effortlessly he moved like a feather in the wind, a leaf floating on top of a bed of water, he stroked and slashed. A trail of water flowed behind his blade like a splash painting of sorts. His cuts were precise as he severed the plants from the ground in attempt to find the scent he was looking for. He moved rapidly, but in motion it felt like he was moving slowly. The trail of water seem to suspend in the air as his technique continued and as of some point he would release a powerful horizon arch slash that would sever up to ten meters of plants. The wind would pick up and a scent would reach him. His eyes would widen as he dart in the direction of the scent. His blade finding its home and his nose locating the source. The smell grew in putrid power as he got closer. It was then that he snapped his right arm and hand out to grab hold of a plant between his gloves fingers. Upon inspection it was the very plant that he was looking for. "Another game... Just one hemlock in this bed of flowers. You try my patience, Hollykage..." He voiced clearly. It was then that he was engulfed in a distortion once more to send him from wence he came.

[WC: 941]
[Total WC: 1,757]

[Exit - MISSIONS COMPLETE]
Mission Claims -
Hemlock
Pufferfush Fin

Character Claims -
1045 wc added to bank to learn Nativity of a Sea of Trees v7 - [80/1125] - [1125/1125] 25% Max Stat Discount

712 wc added to bank towards learning Fire Release: Demon Lantern v7 - [17/1312] - [729/1312]

Wed Dec 30, 2020 12:30 am

Approved for claims

Wed Dec 30, 2020 2:59 am

Claiming:
4000 Ryo
40AP

1572 WC

https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t22614-v6-intersection-method [49/1125] + 1076 = [1125/1125]

https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t44982-earth-release-added-weight-rock-technique-v7 [ 496/1875]

Wed Dec 30, 2020 10:55 pm

Approved

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