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Mission Name: The Endless Summer
Rank: A-Rank
Mission Location: Mikadzuki Beach
Challenges: N/A
Task: The entire beach and all of the beachgoers have been placed under a powerful genjutsu by a disgruntled shinobi. Find the person behind the genjutsu, defeat him, and dismantle the genjutsu so that the beachgoers can go back to enjoying their summer fun.
Word Count Requirement: 4,000 WC
Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP
Character Requirements: N/A
Character Exclusive: N/A
Link to Legacy Mission: N/A
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Most of the scattered tents were far up in the more deserted and dangerous beach fronts. The less busy lands were technically the place to go for shady trade. That’s where Madara was patrolling, looking for troublemakers. She was just walking along when suddenly she wasn’t on a beach at all. She was in what looked like a new world with many buildings destroyed, the nearby town had become the largest town and technically the only one with a large, functioning harbor for ships to properly linger without being constantly frozen in the quick ice. A hot spring beneath the town’s border, brooding from once volcanic activity, poured hot temperatures into the waters above, melting the ice platforms that basically formed everywhere in this ocean. Many facilities of the town made use of the hot water sources below them. Spas and bathhouses everywhere. Giving the town in the snow an unusual warm touch. it was built around its castle. It was never intended to be home for a king or his children. It was a simple outpost of sorts. The interiors weren’t beautiful and the halls lacked in aesthetic appeal. It had been massively torn down during the wreckage of war, but as it was not covered within the flames of its wrath, most of the important walls and structures had survived. Making this the very main reason why the people around here had chosen to rebuilt this place first before anything else at all. It was an extremely elaborate illusion.
The safe walls surrounding the town kept it secured from wild wolves and other creatures of the north that would find themselves attracted by the heat and the various smells of food. The walls were manned with simple soldiers and archers. Only few people would live here that had the talents of a native and those who had them didn’t intend to show them usually. They were supposed to do their bidding in this new land now. But it wasn’t uncommon that with the fall of the larger cities, some natives had taken their chance to vanish. Their names unknown. Their talents hidden. Their abilities put to use to hide themselves from curious eyes. This place was utter seclusion. Barely anyone dared to come here. The quick ice alone made it impossible to find a proper harbor other than ports built for handling it. Aside that all others were probably burned to ashes. The watchtowers would yet give away a fierce posture. They weren’t that old compared to the rest. Additions made to the walls, carved into the stone that was already there. Renewed many times over again until they fit to keep the lone town finally secure.
The town didn’t hold much more than 300 people usually. But with the ceremonies at hand. Dozens of isolated towns people from the beach had made their way into genjutsu by now. They were mostly intrigued by the illusion instead of sad about not being at the beach anymore. The few bars that offered lodging were filled to the brim. Many houses carried two to three times their capacity, families came back together, similar to how Madara was drawn further into the illusion. She could even see some family members. Distant relatives of hers. Madara would wonder if any of them too had her blood pulsing in their veins. Then again, if they did, they would have been sent home as it was law.
Snow would linger from the bars behind the town. The coast was illusorily steep. The only way to passage from below into the city would go through the harbor’s watchtower. The docks were made but partly of wood. Most was carved stone, to remain resistant and resilient against the mixture of ice from above and volcanic warmth from below. It had been temporarily extended by some floating wooden platform in order to allow multiple ships proper boarding. Usually there weren’t more than three ships if any at all docking to the harbor. The royal carriage of the family included. Yet it seemed her family’s signature boat was not here just yet.
Madara found herself exploring the harbor. She jumped from ship to ship ship that would anchor itself between a multitude of other large ships at the harbor. It would have to wait it’s turn at the docks to unload the cargo below. Madara was yet not patient enough to wait that long. She bid her fare well to the illusory captain and gave the old man a hug in thinks for the feeling she felt from the genjutsu. Securing her backpack firmly with her hands, she’d jump her way past various cargo and fishing boats. Sometimes earning a little less enthusiastic comment for doing so, but she didn’t mind the old fishing geezers. As she could step on the docks, the amount of people around here amazed her. The boats arriving for the celebration had brought business. Young folks were running around, carrying heavy boxes filled with food and gifts. Madara would linger at the docks but only for a while, stepping slowly towards the large stairway up towards the towns entrance.
The soldiers, unlike most of the people, quickly recognized Madara as for who she was. “Kunoichi, you should really be wearing your family crest today. It is an important time for your mother. You shouldn’t get mixed up with the common folk.” Nothing Madara wasn’t aware of, or heard a dozen times before, but she didn’t care. A title that would set her family above another 50 or 60 families wasn’t that much of importance to her. It seemed yet, to be of utmost importance to the guard. Madara promised she’d dress appropriately as she passed the gate into the city, she didn’t want to appear mean and he probably just meant well. On the streets she would finally see familiar faces. The few families she really knew since young age were all near the town square. Madara’s house was being emptied by a multitude of servants. She could see them go in and grab on various furniture or even just piled up little items. Watching them, it was clear to her that they were moving the stuff from their simple yet already luxurious home into the castle.
The former Daimyō enjoyed it to seclude himself in the large empty halls of the cold building, all on his own set aside his many servants. As the castle would now belong to a shinobi’s family, things would change at last. Anyone in need of shelter was welcome as long they behaved and as long as there was room to spare. Most families would yet prefer their own, wooden houses over the cold grey interiors of the castle. Madara’s mother had already put her finger of aesthetic need onto the matter at hand. The walls were glistening in tapestry. Various colours would shine onto one’s face when gazing at the usually boring stones of the castles walls. The cloudy weather would sometimes come down and cover the top part of the castle, she loved this as a child. Roaming the highest towers many times even when she wasn’t even supposed to be inside the castle back then. Knowing the view of it was unique. As if one would find themselves away from earth, clouded within the misty snow of this former beach paradise. In a castle in the sky.
Strolling down the streets of her illusory home to say hello to the most familiar faces. Many of the kids she used to play with had grown as well. But what intimidated her the most, was certainly the weird amount of politeness she was facing basically everywhere. People were talking about her as if she was some sort of goddess. Friends bowed to her, parents of high standing showing their deep respect to the heir. Madara didn’t like it. This was too formal for her. Fun in the first few dozen times but the more faces she saw eyeing her like this, the more she grew tired of it.
She knew she was supposed to go to the castle, but she couldn’t find the motivation to do so yet. Feeling awkward she strolled into her old home. The rooms empty. One of mother’s friends would soon move in here. Madara slid her fingers over the wood and tapestry. She could hear the voices of her youth in these walls. The giggles of her and her sisters. They had spent most of their days here. Aside from the few after the war, where they were hiding in the mountains like everyone else. Secluded. Ignoring the battles of men. Unwilling to expose their people to the blood thirsty battles of and feudal lords. Maybe this was the right thing to do. To finally eradicate the practices of the past and the greed of the former Lords and replace them with something new. Something not tied to the wars of and their masters.
“I really need to find whoever’s making this genjutsu” Madara realized. She had no idea how much time had passed since she had gotten into this illusion and she felt it was her duty to actually deal with it. The thing was, her fake reality was becoming more and more prominent. While she was sitting in her own room devising a plan, one of her childhood friends strolled in. Madara moved on and wanted to hug him. But he backed away. Finding himself now unworthy of such behavior. Wishing for Madara to experience all the best, as heir of the snow. Leaving Madara behind. Distanced, excluded, bypassed or however one could call this. She didn’t enjoy this at all. She’d have to punch some sense into him later.
For a little longer she enjoyed the melancholy of her illusory life. But with the absence of a fireplace and the dawn coming near, the cold breeze would eventually force Madara to leave the empty house behind her. The servants had by now extracted everything that belonged to the family. So, it was certainly time for Madara as well, to follow the path of her belongings into the castle. Sighing to herself a little as she was sure these coming weeks or days would prove to be a hassle. She carefully closed the door behind her and made her way up to the castle’s entrance. It was a beautiful thing to see how it’s gates were wide open. The old Daimyō had kept them closed at almost all times. This place used to be his own prison of shame. A shame that would finally be eradicated and put into history at last. Hopefully to replaced with the heroic tales the Dao’s would produce in their town.
Once Madara had set foot past the gates of the castle, the soldiers and watchmen bowed in recognition to her standing. She’d make her way into the big hall and squeak like a little child as she would spot her sisters by the fireplace. Screams of joy and loud yelps of need for hugs were exchanged and soon followed by the promised exchange of warmth. At last someone who was willing to give an actual physical interaction without feeling the need to act all weird around Madara. The sisters snuggled themselves into a pile, covered in blankets while eagerly exchanging their gossip with each other. Sketch, had been working as coordinator to the guards even since before the Daimyō died. She had certainly worked herself into an important position. Urd on the other hand managed to help her master get the library of Ice’s Reach back together. She mentioned being busy collecting scrolls and ancient tomes that once belonged to the great library of Snowland. Madara happily shared her stories of battles, missions, training and sparing while her big sisters listened in awe.
This was the first time in ages Madara really felt at home and it wouldn’t take too long that a woman, coated in very formal robes, would make her way from the throne room down into the living hall of the castle. Madara’s mother, Motoko Dao, soon to be a Queen in the lands of snow, certainly Queen the of Ice’s Reach. She tossed any part of her more ceremonial clothing parts aside and quickly made her way to Madara so she could squeeze and snug her little heir not unlike her sisters already did so before. Madara couldn’t express the joy in her belly. She felt warmth rising in her core.
Dad was still on duties in the hospital. As husband to the heir of snow, he had been offered to be appointed part of the council. But no one was really surprised that he turned down the offer. He would still be considered Lord of Ice’s Reach. Knowing him well he preferred to stay away from anything that would actually involve more responsibilities. Being content with doing his work as a doctor. As former medical native at that. His experience and skills had a great influence on Ice’s Reach’s medical care. As he finally came home and was obviously worn out from a hard day. He already found his wife and all three daughters curled up on the large couch next to the fireplace. Leaving them to sleep, he yet couldn’t help put place a kiss on Madara’s forehead and whisper “Welcome home heir” before he’d cover them in another blanket and make his way to bed.
Life quickly became attuned in the Yuki and or Dao’s family home. After a few days it felt like Madara had never left for Hoshigakure. The officials roaming the halls of the castle. The servants turning the ugly grey halls into a beautiful display of color and taste. The council members kept prodding by to lecture the ‘young people’ about how the traditions were correctly executed. Madara would spend hours watching after her sister’s duties. Observing Sketch being an excellent leader to the guards, not afraid to go on duty herself. Madara tagged along of course, enjoying it to glare at the city Ice’s Reach, how it had changed since she left, roaming the walls and watchtowers. Archers taking care of the wolves that dared to come too close to the walls. Impressed by the accuracy they were showing. Sometimes forgetting that non-natives too could become very very skilled with weapons. Sometimes probably even more than Madara herself, as she had to admit.
She listened to the stories of wildlings and bandits trying to sneak into the city and steal their food. About exiled wanderers in the mountains. Polar bears in the north reclaiming their territory after the humans had left and the many nasty ugly storms that covered so many of the old towns in stones of ice. Madara was certain that she’d have to go out and see it all for herself, of what had become of the land of snow. But she was content that the situation of the ‘Yuki island’ had certainly recovered a bit if not even prospered over these last few years. It seemed, to finally come back to live from its ashes. But no one on the mainland seemed to care…. Maybe it was for the better like this? Not giving anyone a reason to bully the men of snow once more. There was nothing else left here anyone could want. Anyone else, other than the people of the snow themselves.
Madara made her way from the walls down to the library. What once was a small house had been moved into the castle. Motoko made sure the rooms that were wasted by the secluded Daimyō would finally be put to good use. Which of course was a dream come true for Urd. The scrolls were yet unsorted, the books were in piles basically everywhere. The staff was short on people and Skuld’s guards only would do as much as to transport the books into the library. It wasn’t up to them to sort things out. Being in a spirit of helper mood, Madara would make sure that she’d understand the basic concept of where each book had to go. Using her latest achievement of training, Madara split her to as many water clones she could produce without feeling like fainting. About 7 were enough. Coordinating under the instructions from Urd, they all made use of their native speed to sort the books and scrolls accordingly to the library masters desires. Madara would earn herself a big smooch to the cheek from Urd. So, she made her way back home to finally unpack her stuff in what seemed to be her new private room. Right next to the ones of her sisters. The masters bedroom on the opposite side of the hallway where their parents would rest, all of it directly connected to the large hall making up the living room. Putting the throne room aside, their royal home wasn’t that large compared to what other lords and ladies were probably used to. Then again, the castle extended into many corridors. Some of which Madara still had to explore someday. With rooms that would yet be in need to be put to good use.
While Madara spent her days chasing after her sisters and either helping them or annoying them in their cause, she had to face how busy mom had become. The coronation would finally happen tomorrow. All the state officials that were somehow interested or related to the country of snow had arrived by now. The crowd of the surrounding towns had gathered itself and would find rest in the obviously overfilled houses and bars. On Sketch’s notice the guards were on extra shift until the coronation was over. Lucky for them, the barely thousand people in the town were a small matter compared to ceremonies in the larger countries. Madara would make herself as useful as anyhow possible. Helping mom with her speech, prepping with Dad to finally pick an official kimono for the ceremony. He hates wearing kimono. Of course, she would also spend time with her sisters and the maids as they too had to find a fitting outfit for each of the girls. From all the parts that royalty annoyed her. The clothing and dress-up part was Madara’s favorite. She loved it. Nothing was as exciting as getting into a beautiful outfit that’d make the masses drop their jaws. Even if it was just for a day, or a moment at that. It was still super fun.
So much time had passed with Madara forgetting that she had ever been in an illusion to begin with. She had forgotten that there was a beach and about her life in hoshigakure entirely. Her life here in this castle was so much better than anything she could have hoped for in the real life. However there was a tipping point. Madara saw someone that looked very off putting. It was a shinobi she recognized, but she couldn’t recall from where. Seeing someone she recognized from real life was what triggered the memory that this was all some elaborate illusion.
“Fuck, I’m supposed to be on a beach,” she said. She got nervous and people around her started to notice. They looked very hostile towards her when they had been minding their own business just a few seconds prior.
“Here goes nothing,” Madara shouted. She clasped her hands together and tried dispelling the illusion. Unfortunately it didn’t work. The illusion stayed put but now Madara was one hundred percent sure she was in a genjutsu. “Holy fuck, this person must be pretty fuckin strong,” she said.
“Hey, aren’t I an Uchiha? This should be easy…” she thought as she activated her sharingan. Sure enough that allowed her to see through the illusion. She was far from the beach and there were many, many people here. Real people who had been caught up in their own fantasy life.
“This has got to end!” Madara shouted. She ran to the first real person she could find and started jostling them. They didn’t realize they were in an illusion and just thought that Madara was being a dick.
“Fuck, looks like I have to deal with whoever is in charge of this genjutsu. But where to look?” Madara groaned and realized just how massive this illusion was. There was no telling where the big baddie was. For now she was going to have to live in this illusion and constantly remind her that something was off. When she did find a clue, she would be sure to tackle it head on.
The day would come to its end. The pressure on the people doing their last-minute tasks would fade into the night and everyone would rest. The next day the whole city would go all out on what they had been preparing for. The borders closed down. The guards tripled their duty. The whole crowd of the city, as anyhow possible, marched towards the castle. On the speech platform in front of the entry the crier would announce the state’s condolences towards the tragic demise of the former Daimyō. It was custom to hold a minute of silence in respect to their former lord and leader. But due to his lack of contact with his people, no one felt the need to really linger longer than required in thought of him. As soon as the necessities were over, the crier would announce that, in relation to the traditions of their people and according the bloodline of the Dao, Madara’s mother Motoko would inherit the position as guardian and queen over the men of the snow and the people of Ice’s Reach.
Madara’s memory about the actual coronation was a bit faded. Blurred. Hours of rites and ceremonies passed. She did remember how the crowd reacted towards seeing Motoko, to her receiving the crystal crown of the last ice heir as a makeshift symbol of rulership. To be at last, appointed as the new hope for the people in the snow. Binding those together whom called themselves the survivors of Yuki no Kuni. Madara would stand next to her sisters on the podium, behind her mother and father. Watching each of them with an uneasy feel. As much as she was looking forward to be seen in her pretty green dress, as much she disliked it to be stared at by this many people. But they, for whatever reason that escaped Madara’s mind, seemed happy. Content that something positive was happening in the snow once again aaaand of course almost everyone was looking forward to celebrate and get as drunk as anyhow possible.
Once the crown had found it’s place on Motoko’s head, she’d make her way inside to the throne room where Madara would finally figure out that this was exactly what she had been waiting for. Her sharingan could see clearly that this person was aware that Motoko was the bad guy. The mastermind behind the whole illusion. They’d wanted to create this illusion to fool an entire population into following their every whim as if they were a queen.
Madara didn’t want to give herself away but it was hard not to. She had no idea how long she’d been in this illusion and there were many hundreds of people who had already been fooled into wasting their beach vacation time. “You swine!” Madara shouted as she jumped at Motoko’s form. She tackled the woman with full power and used her temporary paralysis technique to keep them bound tightly.
“You’re going to pay for this! Now cancel your genjutsu!” the Uchiha shouted until the illusion was finally released.
The woman tried very hard to stun lock Madara in a genjutsu but Madara was already on top of her and wasn’t about to let her use any handseals. Madara ended up having to choke the bitch out before she could finally drag them off to the authorities. They happily gave Madara some money for her trouble and informed her that no days had passed since she had gotten caught in the genjutsu. That meant that the time dilation of that jutsu must have been fucking crazy!
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Mission Name: The Endless Summer
Rank: A-Rank
Mission Location: Mikadzuki Beach
Challenges: N/A
Task: The entire beach and all of the beachgoers have been placed under a powerful genjutsu by a disgruntled shinobi. Find the person behind the genjutsu, defeat him, and dismantle the genjutsu so that the beachgoers can go back to enjoying their summer fun.
Word Count Requirement: 4,000 WC
Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP
Character Requirements: N/A
Character Exclusive: N/A
Link to Legacy Mission: N/A
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Most of the scattered tents were far up in the more deserted and dangerous beach fronts. The less busy lands were technically the place to go for shady trade. That’s where Madara was patrolling, looking for troublemakers. She was just walking along when suddenly she wasn’t on a beach at all. She was in what looked like a new world with many buildings destroyed, the nearby town had become the largest town and technically the only one with a large, functioning harbor for ships to properly linger without being constantly frozen in the quick ice. A hot spring beneath the town’s border, brooding from once volcanic activity, poured hot temperatures into the waters above, melting the ice platforms that basically formed everywhere in this ocean. Many facilities of the town made use of the hot water sources below them. Spas and bathhouses everywhere. Giving the town in the snow an unusual warm touch. it was built around its castle. It was never intended to be home for a king or his children. It was a simple outpost of sorts. The interiors weren’t beautiful and the halls lacked in aesthetic appeal. It had been massively torn down during the wreckage of war, but as it was not covered within the flames of its wrath, most of the important walls and structures had survived. Making this the very main reason why the people around here had chosen to rebuilt this place first before anything else at all. It was an extremely elaborate illusion.
The safe walls surrounding the town kept it secured from wild wolves and other creatures of the north that would find themselves attracted by the heat and the various smells of food. The walls were manned with simple soldiers and archers. Only few people would live here that had the talents of a native and those who had them didn’t intend to show them usually. They were supposed to do their bidding in this new land now. But it wasn’t uncommon that with the fall of the larger cities, some natives had taken their chance to vanish. Their names unknown. Their talents hidden. Their abilities put to use to hide themselves from curious eyes. This place was utter seclusion. Barely anyone dared to come here. The quick ice alone made it impossible to find a proper harbor other than ports built for handling it. Aside that all others were probably burned to ashes. The watchtowers would yet give away a fierce posture. They weren’t that old compared to the rest. Additions made to the walls, carved into the stone that was already there. Renewed many times over again until they fit to keep the lone town finally secure.
The town didn’t hold much more than 300 people usually. But with the ceremonies at hand. Dozens of isolated towns people from the beach had made their way into genjutsu by now. They were mostly intrigued by the illusion instead of sad about not being at the beach anymore. The few bars that offered lodging were filled to the brim. Many houses carried two to three times their capacity, families came back together, similar to how Madara was drawn further into the illusion. She could even see some family members. Distant relatives of hers. Madara would wonder if any of them too had her blood pulsing in their veins. Then again, if they did, they would have been sent home as it was law.
Snow would linger from the bars behind the town. The coast was illusorily steep. The only way to passage from below into the city would go through the harbor’s watchtower. The docks were made but partly of wood. Most was carved stone, to remain resistant and resilient against the mixture of ice from above and volcanic warmth from below. It had been temporarily extended by some floating wooden platform in order to allow multiple ships proper boarding. Usually there weren’t more than three ships if any at all docking to the harbor. The royal carriage of the family included. Yet it seemed her family’s signature boat was not here just yet.
Madara found herself exploring the harbor. She jumped from ship to ship ship that would anchor itself between a multitude of other large ships at the harbor. It would have to wait it’s turn at the docks to unload the cargo below. Madara was yet not patient enough to wait that long. She bid her fare well to the illusory captain and gave the old man a hug in thinks for the feeling she felt from the genjutsu. Securing her backpack firmly with her hands, she’d jump her way past various cargo and fishing boats. Sometimes earning a little less enthusiastic comment for doing so, but she didn’t mind the old fishing geezers. As she could step on the docks, the amount of people around here amazed her. The boats arriving for the celebration had brought business. Young folks were running around, carrying heavy boxes filled with food and gifts. Madara would linger at the docks but only for a while, stepping slowly towards the large stairway up towards the towns entrance.
The soldiers, unlike most of the people, quickly recognized Madara as for who she was. “Kunoichi, you should really be wearing your family crest today. It is an important time for your mother. You shouldn’t get mixed up with the common folk.” Nothing Madara wasn’t aware of, or heard a dozen times before, but she didn’t care. A title that would set her family above another 50 or 60 families wasn’t that much of importance to her. It seemed yet, to be of utmost importance to the guard. Madara promised she’d dress appropriately as she passed the gate into the city, she didn’t want to appear mean and he probably just meant well. On the streets she would finally see familiar faces. The few families she really knew since young age were all near the town square. Madara’s house was being emptied by a multitude of servants. She could see them go in and grab on various furniture or even just piled up little items. Watching them, it was clear to her that they were moving the stuff from their simple yet already luxurious home into the castle.
The former Daimyō enjoyed it to seclude himself in the large empty halls of the cold building, all on his own set aside his many servants. As the castle would now belong to a shinobi’s family, things would change at last. Anyone in need of shelter was welcome as long they behaved and as long as there was room to spare. Most families would yet prefer their own, wooden houses over the cold grey interiors of the castle. Madara’s mother had already put her finger of aesthetic need onto the matter at hand. The walls were glistening in tapestry. Various colours would shine onto one’s face when gazing at the usually boring stones of the castles walls. The cloudy weather would sometimes come down and cover the top part of the castle, she loved this as a child. Roaming the highest towers many times even when she wasn’t even supposed to be inside the castle back then. Knowing the view of it was unique. As if one would find themselves away from earth, clouded within the misty snow of this former beach paradise. In a castle in the sky.
Strolling down the streets of her illusory home to say hello to the most familiar faces. Many of the kids she used to play with had grown as well. But what intimidated her the most, was certainly the weird amount of politeness she was facing basically everywhere. People were talking about her as if she was some sort of goddess. Friends bowed to her, parents of high standing showing their deep respect to the heir. Madara didn’t like it. This was too formal for her. Fun in the first few dozen times but the more faces she saw eyeing her like this, the more she grew tired of it.
She knew she was supposed to go to the castle, but she couldn’t find the motivation to do so yet. Feeling awkward she strolled into her old home. The rooms empty. One of mother’s friends would soon move in here. Madara slid her fingers over the wood and tapestry. She could hear the voices of her youth in these walls. The giggles of her and her sisters. They had spent most of their days here. Aside from the few after the war, where they were hiding in the mountains like everyone else. Secluded. Ignoring the battles of men. Unwilling to expose their people to the blood thirsty battles of and feudal lords. Maybe this was the right thing to do. To finally eradicate the practices of the past and the greed of the former Lords and replace them with something new. Something not tied to the wars of and their masters.
“I really need to find whoever’s making this genjutsu” Madara realized. She had no idea how much time had passed since she had gotten into this illusion and she felt it was her duty to actually deal with it. The thing was, her fake reality was becoming more and more prominent. While she was sitting in her own room devising a plan, one of her childhood friends strolled in. Madara moved on and wanted to hug him. But he backed away. Finding himself now unworthy of such behavior. Wishing for Madara to experience all the best, as heir of the snow. Leaving Madara behind. Distanced, excluded, bypassed or however one could call this. She didn’t enjoy this at all. She’d have to punch some sense into him later.
For a little longer she enjoyed the melancholy of her illusory life. But with the absence of a fireplace and the dawn coming near, the cold breeze would eventually force Madara to leave the empty house behind her. The servants had by now extracted everything that belonged to the family. So, it was certainly time for Madara as well, to follow the path of her belongings into the castle. Sighing to herself a little as she was sure these coming weeks or days would prove to be a hassle. She carefully closed the door behind her and made her way up to the castle’s entrance. It was a beautiful thing to see how it’s gates were wide open. The old Daimyō had kept them closed at almost all times. This place used to be his own prison of shame. A shame that would finally be eradicated and put into history at last. Hopefully to replaced with the heroic tales the Dao’s would produce in their town.
Once Madara had set foot past the gates of the castle, the soldiers and watchmen bowed in recognition to her standing. She’d make her way into the big hall and squeak like a little child as she would spot her sisters by the fireplace. Screams of joy and loud yelps of need for hugs were exchanged and soon followed by the promised exchange of warmth. At last someone who was willing to give an actual physical interaction without feeling the need to act all weird around Madara. The sisters snuggled themselves into a pile, covered in blankets while eagerly exchanging their gossip with each other. Sketch, had been working as coordinator to the guards even since before the Daimyō died. She had certainly worked herself into an important position. Urd on the other hand managed to help her master get the library of Ice’s Reach back together. She mentioned being busy collecting scrolls and ancient tomes that once belonged to the great library of Snowland. Madara happily shared her stories of battles, missions, training and sparing while her big sisters listened in awe.
This was the first time in ages Madara really felt at home and it wouldn’t take too long that a woman, coated in very formal robes, would make her way from the throne room down into the living hall of the castle. Madara’s mother, Motoko Dao, soon to be a Queen in the lands of snow, certainly Queen the of Ice’s Reach. She tossed any part of her more ceremonial clothing parts aside and quickly made her way to Madara so she could squeeze and snug her little heir not unlike her sisters already did so before. Madara couldn’t express the joy in her belly. She felt warmth rising in her core.
Dad was still on duties in the hospital. As husband to the heir of snow, he had been offered to be appointed part of the council. But no one was really surprised that he turned down the offer. He would still be considered Lord of Ice’s Reach. Knowing him well he preferred to stay away from anything that would actually involve more responsibilities. Being content with doing his work as a doctor. As former medical native at that. His experience and skills had a great influence on Ice’s Reach’s medical care. As he finally came home and was obviously worn out from a hard day. He already found his wife and all three daughters curled up on the large couch next to the fireplace. Leaving them to sleep, he yet couldn’t help put place a kiss on Madara’s forehead and whisper “Welcome home heir” before he’d cover them in another blanket and make his way to bed.
Life quickly became attuned in the Yuki and or Dao’s family home. After a few days it felt like Madara had never left for Hoshigakure. The officials roaming the halls of the castle. The servants turning the ugly grey halls into a beautiful display of color and taste. The council members kept prodding by to lecture the ‘young people’ about how the traditions were correctly executed. Madara would spend hours watching after her sister’s duties. Observing Sketch being an excellent leader to the guards, not afraid to go on duty herself. Madara tagged along of course, enjoying it to glare at the city Ice’s Reach, how it had changed since she left, roaming the walls and watchtowers. Archers taking care of the wolves that dared to come too close to the walls. Impressed by the accuracy they were showing. Sometimes forgetting that non-natives too could become very very skilled with weapons. Sometimes probably even more than Madara herself, as she had to admit.
She listened to the stories of wildlings and bandits trying to sneak into the city and steal their food. About exiled wanderers in the mountains. Polar bears in the north reclaiming their territory after the humans had left and the many nasty ugly storms that covered so many of the old towns in stones of ice. Madara was certain that she’d have to go out and see it all for herself, of what had become of the land of snow. But she was content that the situation of the ‘Yuki island’ had certainly recovered a bit if not even prospered over these last few years. It seemed, to finally come back to live from its ashes. But no one on the mainland seemed to care…. Maybe it was for the better like this? Not giving anyone a reason to bully the men of snow once more. There was nothing else left here anyone could want. Anyone else, other than the people of the snow themselves.
Madara made her way from the walls down to the library. What once was a small house had been moved into the castle. Motoko made sure the rooms that were wasted by the secluded Daimyō would finally be put to good use. Which of course was a dream come true for Urd. The scrolls were yet unsorted, the books were in piles basically everywhere. The staff was short on people and Skuld’s guards only would do as much as to transport the books into the library. It wasn’t up to them to sort things out. Being in a spirit of helper mood, Madara would make sure that she’d understand the basic concept of where each book had to go. Using her latest achievement of training, Madara split her to as many water clones she could produce without feeling like fainting. About 7 were enough. Coordinating under the instructions from Urd, they all made use of their native speed to sort the books and scrolls accordingly to the library masters desires. Madara would earn herself a big smooch to the cheek from Urd. So, she made her way back home to finally unpack her stuff in what seemed to be her new private room. Right next to the ones of her sisters. The masters bedroom on the opposite side of the hallway where their parents would rest, all of it directly connected to the large hall making up the living room. Putting the throne room aside, their royal home wasn’t that large compared to what other lords and ladies were probably used to. Then again, the castle extended into many corridors. Some of which Madara still had to explore someday. With rooms that would yet be in need to be put to good use.
While Madara spent her days chasing after her sisters and either helping them or annoying them in their cause, she had to face how busy mom had become. The coronation would finally happen tomorrow. All the state officials that were somehow interested or related to the country of snow had arrived by now. The crowd of the surrounding towns had gathered itself and would find rest in the obviously overfilled houses and bars. On Sketch’s notice the guards were on extra shift until the coronation was over. Lucky for them, the barely thousand people in the town were a small matter compared to ceremonies in the larger countries. Madara would make herself as useful as anyhow possible. Helping mom with her speech, prepping with Dad to finally pick an official kimono for the ceremony. He hates wearing kimono. Of course, she would also spend time with her sisters and the maids as they too had to find a fitting outfit for each of the girls. From all the parts that royalty annoyed her. The clothing and dress-up part was Madara’s favorite. She loved it. Nothing was as exciting as getting into a beautiful outfit that’d make the masses drop their jaws. Even if it was just for a day, or a moment at that. It was still super fun.
So much time had passed with Madara forgetting that she had ever been in an illusion to begin with. She had forgotten that there was a beach and about her life in hoshigakure entirely. Her life here in this castle was so much better than anything she could have hoped for in the real life. However there was a tipping point. Madara saw someone that looked very off putting. It was a shinobi she recognized, but she couldn’t recall from where. Seeing someone she recognized from real life was what triggered the memory that this was all some elaborate illusion.
“Fuck, I’m supposed to be on a beach,” she said. She got nervous and people around her started to notice. They looked very hostile towards her when they had been minding their own business just a few seconds prior.
“Here goes nothing,” Madara shouted. She clasped her hands together and tried dispelling the illusion. Unfortunately it didn’t work. The illusion stayed put but now Madara was one hundred percent sure she was in a genjutsu. “Holy fuck, this person must be pretty fuckin strong,” she said.
“Hey, aren’t I an Uchiha? This should be easy…” she thought as she activated her sharingan. Sure enough that allowed her to see through the illusion. She was far from the beach and there were many, many people here. Real people who had been caught up in their own fantasy life.
“This has got to end!” Madara shouted. She ran to the first real person she could find and started jostling them. They didn’t realize they were in an illusion and just thought that Madara was being a dick.
“Fuck, looks like I have to deal with whoever is in charge of this genjutsu. But where to look?” Madara groaned and realized just how massive this illusion was. There was no telling where the big baddie was. For now she was going to have to live in this illusion and constantly remind her that something was off. When she did find a clue, she would be sure to tackle it head on.
The day would come to its end. The pressure on the people doing their last-minute tasks would fade into the night and everyone would rest. The next day the whole city would go all out on what they had been preparing for. The borders closed down. The guards tripled their duty. The whole crowd of the city, as anyhow possible, marched towards the castle. On the speech platform in front of the entry the crier would announce the state’s condolences towards the tragic demise of the former Daimyō. It was custom to hold a minute of silence in respect to their former lord and leader. But due to his lack of contact with his people, no one felt the need to really linger longer than required in thought of him. As soon as the necessities were over, the crier would announce that, in relation to the traditions of their people and according the bloodline of the Dao, Madara’s mother Motoko would inherit the position as guardian and queen over the men of the snow and the people of Ice’s Reach.
Madara’s memory about the actual coronation was a bit faded. Blurred. Hours of rites and ceremonies passed. She did remember how the crowd reacted towards seeing Motoko, to her receiving the crystal crown of the last ice heir as a makeshift symbol of rulership. To be at last, appointed as the new hope for the people in the snow. Binding those together whom called themselves the survivors of Yuki no Kuni. Madara would stand next to her sisters on the podium, behind her mother and father. Watching each of them with an uneasy feel. As much as she was looking forward to be seen in her pretty green dress, as much she disliked it to be stared at by this many people. But they, for whatever reason that escaped Madara’s mind, seemed happy. Content that something positive was happening in the snow once again aaaand of course almost everyone was looking forward to celebrate and get as drunk as anyhow possible.
Once the crown had found it’s place on Motoko’s head, she’d make her way inside to the throne room where Madara would finally figure out that this was exactly what she had been waiting for. Her sharingan could see clearly that this person was aware that Motoko was the bad guy. The mastermind behind the whole illusion. They’d wanted to create this illusion to fool an entire population into following their every whim as if they were a queen.
Madara didn’t want to give herself away but it was hard not to. She had no idea how long she’d been in this illusion and there were many hundreds of people who had already been fooled into wasting their beach vacation time. “You swine!” Madara shouted as she jumped at Motoko’s form. She tackled the woman with full power and used her temporary paralysis technique to keep them bound tightly.
“You’re going to pay for this! Now cancel your genjutsu!” the Uchiha shouted until the illusion was finally released.
The woman tried very hard to stun lock Madara in a genjutsu but Madara was already on top of her and wasn’t about to let her use any handseals. Madara ended up having to choke the bitch out before she could finally drag them off to the authorities. They happily gave Madara some money for her trouble and informed her that no days had passed since she had gotten caught in the genjutsu. That meant that the time dilation of that jutsu must have been fucking crazy!
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Mission Name: Jaws
Rank: A-Rank
Mission Location: Mikadzuki Beach
Challenges: ARC
Task: A string of disappearances and reports of a massive 35-foot shark swimming close to the shores has the entirety of Mikadzuki Beach on edge. You have been tasked with joining a group of shark hunters to go out to sea and kill the beast to bring peace back to Mikadzuki Beach.
Word Count Requirement: 4,000 WC
Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP / 1 Shark Fin (B-Rank Augmentation Material) / 1 Pirate Cutlass
Character Requirements: N/A
Character Exclusive: N/A
Link to Legacy Mission: N/A
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Madara had picked up a mission since she had realized that this beach vacation was bound to be short on shinobi support. She really wanted to relax but after being put under that illusion the other day she really did not have any expectation that she’d be at ease for the foreseeable future. The illusion she’d been under was so fucking real that it still haunted her days later. She could remember the people of the illusory town would bow and bend their knee to her. It had been a good feeling. Hoping that she’d bring brighter days to the town now that they could finally shed from their sad and secluded past.
Anyways Madara’s new mission was to deal with some kind of shark. When she’d picked up the mission she had followed the other shinobi who had been hired to the last spotting sight of the shark. The officials and the council inside while the crier took over and gave his final blessings to the task before announcing that the mission would finally begin. Madara giggled to herself, enjoying the fact that the strict part was most likely over now. Hearing the music, as it was starting to play all over the beach and the people moving to either the bars or the town square for their celebrations. Some of the visitors had brought fireworks with them and would proceed to fire some of the minor ones for a proper start-in to the celebrations. Of course, soon followed by the big guns, painting flying dragons to the sky. Madara would stand by the nearest pier and watch people like a life guard. Madara couldn’t help but imagine sitting in a beach house herself someday. Crunching her teeth together in hope she wouldn’t have to.
As the beach goers finished their sunbathing, they would leave at last, allowing the feast to move from the beach into the town. Not everyone would follow. Many had already found their way into bars and would fatten themselves on the food and beer that had been shipped in just for this occasion. They seemed pretty confident. Madara was wondering how long her mum had been aware of her fate. She never acted on it. The whole serious shinobi thing was but a humorous joke. At least she thought so. But the longer she was thinking about it, the clearer it became to her that this woman had been preparing herself for this duty since the day she had learned how to use a bow, not that she used one anymore. Knowing that her relative had been a failure as shinobi, the burden to bear the future of Hoshigakure would be hers. This was giving the days she used to be called an academy student kind of a different flavor. Making her wonder if her mother’s motives were always as simple and pure as she made them look. She couldn’t deny that people certainly acted like she deserved and wanted this position. But Madara knew, plot or not, her mother was a kind-hearted spirit. If anyone was to take care of the legacy of the country, it was surely not in the wrong hands with her.
Madara had spent many hours just being lazy while watching for the shark. The celebrations were long over. The people of the snow returned back to their respective towns. Some might even stay now that the city had opened its gates once more to its people. The old rules were gone. The earlier visitors had long since boarded ships but Madara didn’t join them. She had some time to mingle for a little… a personal vacation of sorts. But she’d soon come to terms with the fact that this wasn’t entirely unintentional or unplanned.
Someone invited Madara into his new study in the town. He was an oddball. But he had a warm heart and well, let’s say his own kind of humor. After the exchange of the usual chit chatter he asked if Madara had learned what she set out for when going on this shark mission. Madara nodded softly, considering the last few months to be some sort of success actually. Seeing how she has turned stronger, much stronger than she was before. But this wasn’t about the normal kind of training. Madara still, up to this day, had a very rare gift. The powers of the Uchiha were always in high demand.
Madara had a legacy to uphold for her clan, a responsibility of her own. Maybe not necessarily to the whole bloodline or city but to her own family. The man would speak of legend of the giant shark who came every hundred years to terrorize people who stopped respecting the ocean. Madara had her own style. She had a wild kind of natural illusory preference inside her. Pure, refined, controlled. Potentially less powerful then others; but deadly in its own way. Madara wondered what this guy was trying to say. But in the end, he only slid a map onto his desk. Pointing at the highest mountain on the shore. It was pretty far away.
On the map was a list of shark temples that were built in ancient times by the beach folk. It even marked the few that were built thousands of years ago. But most of the temples were crossed out. Destroyed. They didn’t survive the times of war and had turned to ruins. Their beautiful scattered remains a mere shadow or a sad reminder of what they once had been. But there was one left. At the top of an isolated frozen mountain. The guy claimed he had no idea if it had survived the gods’ wrath or the times after him. But it was the last center of worship for the shark. The one point where Madara would eventually find something or someone to enlighten her on her own path. They kept talking for a while. About how Madara had to go there in order to deal with the shark. They argued a lot too. Luckily no one got really hurt over it. Or she might have been forced to go on a weird quest to see some stone people and discover that only true love could heal those wounds. But all had been fine and the path for Madara had been set out. It was indeed, time to go on an adventure.
Madara spent all her good wishes on her family, contemplated with this dude how she wants to send some of the guards with her, and then she was finally ready to take her leave. To soothe people to the idea she even let the guards guide her to the closest little fishing village. She’d spend the night at the Mammoth-inn and stock up on food and fresh water. Grab a good night of sleep next to a warm fire. She had a compass in her pocket that would guide her straight to the pole beneath the cliff. Well rested, fully fed and filled with warmth, Madara ultimately made her way onto the path that’d go into the wasteland. The men at the inn mentioned that some of the more secluded wanderers passed through the wasteland sometimes. They had their own huts far up in the mountain pass. Scattered all over the beach lands. Most of them in exile to whatever cruelty they were condemned for. The guards bid their fare well in order to return on their path home.
Madara would be wandering for quite a few hours ahead. She finally got to the place where the guy said the boat would be at. She hopped on the boat and set sail for a few hours until she got to some weird island. So far, the wolves kept their distance from her. But she was ready and well equipped with tools and of course also her weaponry. Still, their eyes would rest continuously on Madara’s every step. The few that got impatient and attacked her would find a rather quick end against her blade. Most of the way she couldn’t see much more then sand andwater. Sometimes a hint of rubble or ruin would give reason to think that there once used to be another village of sort, an outpost, an inn or maybe even something larger. She had no specific relation to that place herself. Still, it made her wonder why things like this happened in the world. Why would someone get so drunk on his own power to go forth and kill without remorse? She couldn’t help but shrug it off. It bothered her but this wasn’t her war to fight, nor was it her past. She was a new generation. Untouched by the tainted hands of this broken past. Her family was far far away from trouble when this happened. Hiding in their shelter protecting their lives from the darkness that consumed these lands.
And now there was the town of Beach’s Reach. Maybe giving the whole prospect a little new hope. And who knows, what other places might still be somewhere out there in the sand. Who would potentially set eye on the vast coasts to revive it once more? It was a beautiful country…. Even in its destruction. The large mountains of sand were majestic. Their beauty shining in the sunlight. The trees seemed thin but ever presently to fall. The wind was fair but not too harsh today either. It allowed Madara to wander on for many more hours. Until at last, night was about to approach, her legs hurt and her belly ached in need of food. Scouting the remains of what looked like some broken trees beneath the beach was enough for her to try and set up camp nearby.
Madara managed to find some sort of thick stone plate near the entrance of what seemed like a larger cave system. It’d serve as platform for her camp. She had cut the wood that she found earlier into transportable pieces. With the use of water control she extracted the water that had lingered itself into the wood over the years. Allowing it to become dry and well and serve as fire wood. Madara would take her time to make use of the water release to mix with earth to make a mushy clay that she used to make a makeshift shelter around the stone platform. She was slow and clumsy in her task. It wasn’t big, basically just enough to encase her. She made a little sideway shaped crack into the roof with another protective layer above the hole so beach and wind couldn’t pass inside easily while still allowing the smoke that’d build up inside the mud igloo to get out. The ‘door’ would have to be improvised with sand and water and closed shut once Madara would sit inside. Settling herself into her own little cozy hut of protection. Using the fire release to set the wood she prepared a small fire.
Madara would grill the meat she bought at the inn, it’s quality wasn’t as good as the reserves from the beach. It’d spoil soon even in the freezing cold. She even produced a slice of bread and some cheese forth and called it a meal. It was tasty. But the smell had attracted what seemed like to be a pack of wolves once more. Madara was calm. The igloo’s shell was thick. She was warmed by the fire and aside from making some barking or howling noises outside they didn’t seem to dare and try to attack the makeshift hut. Content with the density of her defenses, Madara would wrap herself in her blankets near the fire and doze off. It wasn’t very easy to fall asleep but as the smell of meat faded, the wolves would eventually back off a little and shut their annoying noises until the darkness of dreams would finally claim Madara’s tired mind.
It was still early morning when the sound of wolves got loud once more. Madara woke to the sudden noise and wondered what it was this time. Crawling up to the roof of her igloo she used her palms to widen the airhole open enough for her to slip her head out. What Madara could see was something very unusual. A pack of large bears had made its way from beyond the cliff area down to this desert wasteland. There was almost a dozen of them. Madara wasn’t afraid of wolves but bears were a different matter. In a moment of pure…. respect, she saw how one of the large ones reached his paw for the closest wolf and basically ripped into the hound’s skin forcing the rest of the wolf pack to immediately flee the scene. Thankful to the ‘free meal’ that was offered to them. The bears would gather around the dead wolf and start to feast on its meat. Madara knew it was her cue to leave now. While they were busy she slipped out on the other end of the igloo and packed her things. Quickly vanishing into the beachy area to get as much distance between herself and the predatory creatures of the north. Pathing through the shapes of the coast. Eyes on the compass that’d lead her to her destination.
Behind the wasteland tundra would soon reveal itself a yet far worse plane to behold. Madara had stepped into the cliff area. The large pillars of stone raked into the sky not far from here. She pulled hence forth her compass as always, only to realize that she wasn’t at her destination just yet but certainly close. Anything from this point on wasn’t stone, earth or rumble beneath her feet. The sand and beach that had been thrown to the mountainside was piling up here since ages. As Madara stepped foot onto the stone she realized, this would be a long walk on potentially instable grounds. Under the use of the water walking technique she carefully stepped forth, trying to find a way as close as anyhow possible towards the cliff side. If the sand would break beneath her feet she’d at least be able to jump herself to safety.
But of course. The compass had to aim in a direction where Madara had to decide. Either she’s going along the mountains and loose a few days for the extra curve she has to take. Or she’s going straight forward. If she did, she could probably reach the high mountains edge behind the stone by nightfall. It took just a few seconds for her to decide. On through the stone it is…. The first few hours went uneventful. She realized that most of the shrubs here had been growing so thick that she could run over it even. But sooner or later it had to happen. She knew it was eventually going to. She was sure she could avoid it to be fatal for her. Being a shinobi and all. But Madara didn’t expect on how it was going to happen.
She could feel the earthquake beneath her feet. The whole cliff was shaking. It was just a slight movement. Just a little eruption. Nothing she had not felt before. Probably some volcanic reaction near some island off the coast. Nothing drastic. Madara would stare at the frozen ground below her feet. Nothing budged. Nothing moved or cracked. But then she’d hear it. In the distance. Far away from her. Coming straight from the mountain. Beach had broken loose somewhere far up the rocky pillars. A landslide, a beachslide? It would appear to be harmless from afar at first. But Madara could see how the beach would fall lower. Every stage of the hill it’d take more and more mass with it down beneath. Until it became clear to her. This was bad. Very very bad. What was forming on the horizon was an avalanche of the size that could bury the whole coast she had been traveling through. And it would. Madara panicked. She had left the mountain side hours ago. There was no quick return to them. All around her was not good. Surrounded by the stone, she was facing a force even her best skills wouldn’t be able to shield her from. She had to decide. Quickly. Every minute would count now. A true moment that’d decide between life and death.
Panic set aside. Madara had not many options. She couldn’t go up, left, right, back or forth without facing the avalanche. There was only one way that could eventually save her. Down. Ultimately, she started to jump and kick at the ground below her feet. Trying to cause what she hoped earlier wouldn’t happen on her travels. Breaking the sand beneath her feet to eventually… hopefully find shelter beneath the stone itself. Of course, now that she wanted it to. She couldn’t even deal a crack to the surface below. As if the sand was making fun of her. Taking its pleasure in the irony at hand. The earth rumbled. Avalanche had met with the bottom of the mountain. It was raising its huge waves of beach onto the stone. Approaching Madara’s position like a hungry dragon.
The stone didn’t budge, showing Madara that even the forces of the avalanche couldn’t break through the stone. How would she be able to do it? Falling to her knees she’d stare at the beach storm in front of her. Burying everything. Even aunt Aya would have troubles standing against this force. Falling forth, her palms meeting the stone beneath. Her palms against the stone. As the stone slowly began to melt from her fire jutsu. Madara didn’t know if she was causing it. Or if the gods had heard her prayer. But the stone that was as thick as a thousand-year-old tree. And yet it would slowly let the heir slide into its surface. Dissolve beneath her hands into fluid. Allowing her to sink into the sand as if she was going to swim in it. Behind Madara, the stone would turn solid once more. Thick and strong just as it was before.
She would be able to feel the rumble and quakes of the avalanche that passed by above her. As if the dragon was complaining about missing its prey. But Madara was still inside the strange stone. Unable to see where she was going, somehow able to breath. Feeling as if she was swimming through water, but motionless. It was cold, even for her. But she was alive. The minutes inside the sand felt like an eternity to her. Many emotions filled her mind. What was it that kept her alive like this? She didn’t know. But it saved her. Soon she’d see that her life was coming close to being at its end. Seeing as below here was just darkness. Madara panicked once more. Did she just glide through some kind of portal to end up falling into an endless deep pit and find herself dead in its bottomless stomach? But the eye was mistaken. The ground wasn’t so far away from her point of exit. She fell and screamed loud but would hit said ground after a mere 10 meters. It still hurt. A lot. She was lucky that none of her limbs would break on impact. But the surface below wasn’t solid ground. It was something else.
The teen had fallen into an uneasy and sort of unrequested sleep. The impact of her body had knocked her out. She must have expected that this was her end. That she died. That this had been the final end of her journey. But it was not. By far. Madara’s palm rushed through the ground as she woke. Her hand turned black around. The avalanche above her had long since passed. The sun was far up in the sky and already melted most of the lingering remains of the storm. Directly shining through the stone. Bringing an uneasy flooding light into the cave beneath the ground. She’d stand up to her feet and what she’d see would both confuse her as well as scare her. A village. A whole town. Buildings everywhere. Houses. Farms. It was all in front of her. But not a single soul. Not one human or animal. Not one sound. Nothing within. Complete silence.
Madara studied the black dirt in her palm. It would cling to her clothes as well. It was smut, grime, coal and ashes. Slowly she’d move forth, entering the town very carefully. Starting to realize that they weren’t naturally standing. They were covered in a thick layer of muck. Madara broke through some of the blocks nearby and the very moment she did, the ashen buildings below would fall to dust. She started to realize where she could probably be. It was one of the villages that fell victim to the fires. But she wondered. How did the structures become like this? How did it come that the village was… preserved in such an odd and yet sad way? As if someone was taking a picture of its destruction and freeze time. Madara stepped through the village. It was creepy. The whole dome beneath the sand was so shut off from outside that barely any wind passed through. But the few that did would occasionally create the howling noises that would make one shiver.
Madara was honestly scared. Everything around her was dead and yet… it was not. As if someone had the cruelty to keep this in showcase as a reminder of the brutality of war. But something else bothered her. If the stone had covered this plane right after the impact of fire. Where were the corpses. Did all the bones of the dead already perish to ashes? That wouldn’t make sense. Some of the huts even seemed to have not been burned at all yet. Madara stepped closer and closer to the center of the village, until behind the ridge of the northern wall it would finally be revealed to her. The display of something so gruesome yet beautiful that it would make her loose her composure, slowly bend to her knees, fall down and feel how the tears would creep up her eyes and make her cry. The picture before her would take a while to grasp and understand. But the emotions within it were clear.
Within the crater, there was a huge sand pillar, covered in a multitude of breath taking elements. Rocks covered the sand partly. Some bent wood even. Within the sand one could see the frozen outlines of wind damage. Dirt was clinging to the ground. Marks of thunder covered the rocks and stone. elements. All of them seemingly combined, but by far most of it was in tact but somehow magical. Ever-changing. The artistry on the stone was very clearly meant to be shark related.
“So this is what I came all this way to find,” Madara said aloud when it finally clicked. She was glad she found it but what did she do now? Was this thing really the key to stopping shark attacks all the way over at the beach?
She guessed this was as good as it was going to get for her. With any luck it would work out and if it didn’t then well… she was fucked. She carried the stone all the way back to the beach and stuck it right there in the sand where it started to glow. She could see the boat full of shinobi who were at sea, patrolling around. Suddenly the stone resonated with the shark sending the shark bursting from the water high into the air. In that moment the shinobi around it launched all their strongest jutsu and before the shark fell back to the water, it was dead. Madara didn’t know if she would ever get the credit she deserved for this mission but she didn’t think that mattered all too much. All she knew was that she was definitely getting paid which was all she needed in order to afford this trip.
4000 wc
+8,000 Ryō
+40 AP /
+1 Shark Fin (B-Rank Augmentation Material) https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t52959-shark-fin
+1 Pirate Cutlass https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t52952-pirate-cutlass
+40 AP (from wc)
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Mission Name: Jaws: The Revenge
Rank: S-Rank
Mission Location: Mikadzuki Beach
Challenges: ARC
Task: After killing the shark terrorizing Mikadzuki Beach, things have been relatively peaceful. That is until the shark's mate opts to enact vengeance for his lost loved one. This shark is much larger, roughly 45 feet long, and weighing about two tons. You have been tasked once again with going out to sea with another group of shark hunters to kill the beast and end the shark's grasp on the area once and for all.
***This mission can only be completed after the first mission in the ARC: "Jaws".***
Word Count Requirement: 5,000 WC
Reward: 10,000 Ryō / 50 AP / 1 Shark Scales (A-Rank Augmentation Material) / 1 Swashbuckler's Eyepatch
Character Requirements: N/A
Character Exclusive: N/A
Link to Legacy Mission: N/A
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Not two days after Madara had dealt with the shark there was yet another shark sighting. An even bigger one somehow. She knew it wasn’t the same shark because the other shinobi had hauled the remains of the last shark to shore. “What the hell?” was her first thought but then she realized that there was more money to be made which was always a good thing. She was sure that this would mean yet another trip to that desert island where she found the shark stone thing which took her multiple days last time. She sighed because it had not been a pleasurable trip but what could she do? She was pretty sick of the beach anyways so she decided to take on this new mission and get a move on.
First thing was first, she had to consult the same guy who had helped her with the last mission. She spoke to him and he was there on his front porch waiting for her. “I was wondering when you would show up,” he said.
He invited her in and showed her some shark artifacts and explained how he was a descendent of the shark worshipers. Unfortunately for his family, he hated sharks and had dedicated his life to guiding shinobi to help take the shark down. He also showed Madara a strange flame in a jar that had supposedly been passed down for generations. Madara wondered how the flame had survived, then again, she wondered how the people had managed to contain it. But by the looks of what she had seen last time they all had paid a heavy price in doing so.
“This time you must to go an icy island atop a mountain. Last time you went to a cliff. This is a different shark god you see, so you must go to his shrine instead.”
Madara gulped but ultimately nodded. “Alrighty, cya I guess.” She took the map and went on her way.
A half day journey by boat and Madara found herself in yet another ruins. Except instead of a desert it was icy. She saw many people here. Their bodies completely frozen like statues. Some of them still in the position they had been in when they casted their final techniques to try and embrace the strange flame that the guide had shown her. The native who eventually froze all of this must have been of almost incomparable power among the rest. Madara would wonder who he or she was. But then again. She would wonder if they could accomplish what they sacrificed themselves for. Could they avoid the wrath of the flames onto the civilians? Could they save the villagers? Or had it all been for naught?
Seeing this all had overwhelmed her. She needed a break from this. But there was nowhere else to go for now. A few hours would pass in silence. Madara had wandered through the village back and forth finding little details within the frozen houses. Signs of family and children. Signs of a happy farmer-life not far away. Signs of trade and activity. Signs of, aspiring and skilled ones, calling this place their home. And yet all of it was but a frozen memory within the stone. If the ice would ever thaw here. Most of these buildings would fall to ashes in an instant and the rest would probably crumble away as well.
Madara would sit down next to the flames cage, within the crater. Despite its abominable view, the flame had a certain dark but destructive beauty to itself. It was warm, even now, after such a long time. Having melted away anything that touched it within the frozen cage. Compressed into its glassy display. Madara grabbed into her backpack to try and draw some of the things she was seeing. The village, the flame and the frozen, all turned to statues now. Dead bodies locked within the ever ice. Until she would eventually come to the peak of the crater. To find the shell of another statue. But an empty one. There was a hole in the back of this ever-ice’s outline. But the sand gave a very clear picture of how the man must have looked like. Madara was intrigued. She would quickly draw up this figures body and facial structure as much as she could gather from the view. But she also had to notice, that the man’s staff was still stuck in there. Trying her best to use her palm once more to melted the stone, more on instinct then skill though, she could slowly turn the statue into water, reclaiming the certainly unique weapon all but for herself.
Madara had spent about a day in this place. She’d grab the map that her father gave her, to try and estimate the locations position and mark it on her map. Someday someone of greater knowledge about this strange flame would have to find and study this place. In case it was still here by then. During her studies around the village, Madara had also found a path that was leading towards the mountain. Yet the closer she came to it, the narrower the dome would become. It would take a few hours until she finally reached the mountains edge and had to move a bit awkwardly as the dome didn’t allow her to stand straight anymore. At the end of the burned road she could see a stairway actually leading up into the mountain. Ice used to cover this edge of the dome. But something melted the entrance, just large enough for a human to pass through and move on to the stairway. Madara shrugged it off. It was an odd thing to come across what she just had seen. But the path ahead was clear.
Madara pulled forth her compass and it would point directly forward, even a bit down. She was here. The place she was supposed to seek out was here. All that was left, was to climb the stairway to heaven. Literally. But this was easier said than done. She started at the very foot of the mountain, even beneath the stone she saw before. The top of this thing was far away. Madara sighed and came to terms with what had to be done. Slowly she would take step by step. Placing one foot at a time. The stairway was oddly well preserved too. But as soon as she passed the stone’s height. Wind, ice and cold weather would greet her.
Madara decided to set up camp for the night just a bit below the glaciers frost dome. Hoping for a better tomorrow in terms of weather. From her point of view, she could see the outlines of the burned and frozen village. The black flame shedding its weird light onto the icy death surrounding it. But from where she was now, it was already small, too far away to see the details anymore and as night dawned, the black nature of the ashen village would make it disappear to the eye. It was scary. Scary how history had forgotten about this place. Making her wonder what else could be found buried beneath the ice. But it wasn’t for her to find out. Her job was done here. She marked the spot on her map and made as much drawings as possible. Her notes would go into the hands of someone else, someone smart. Madara made a campfire with the little wood she had left. As the dome protected her here she had no need for sophisticated shelter. Sleeping next to the fire under her blanket would suffice for the night. This place was dead. No animal or creature would attack her here. She was, completely alone and looking very much forward to leave this place at last.
Madara slept well, despite the scary surroundings that she was in. She fed on the remaining meat from the inn and would count her reserves to make sure her food would last for a trip back home. Today she would make it to her targets destination. A normal human would probably need around 3 days to climb this beast. But Madara was well nourished and well rested. She bound the staff she had found to her backpack and went into her knees. Collecting her energy at the soles. Concentrating it on her legs and with a loud gasp she exploded her at her feet and sped off. Jumping the stairway up towards her final destination.
Hours would pass as the mountain didn’t seem to end. She felt like she didn’t make it any further at all. Looking down onto the glacier she yet knew that impression was wrong. Every time she turned around to look down, the glacier would go further away and the clouds above her would come closer. The wind wasn’t too strong but the clouds began to thicken and snowflakes would drop onto Madara. If the wind would pick up again, she wouldn’t be able to make her goal in time. Being forced to rest out here would prove to be difficult. She was hungry. Feeling exhausted. But she had to move on now. Better now than later. Using her remaining strength to pass into the upper parts of the mountain, the stairway was covered in snow and ice from here on. Forcing Madara to use the supernatural walking technique again. Draining her even further over time.
Another few hours passed and she finally made it to the clouds. Looking back down would prove her unable to see the glacier anymore. A misty view of white snow would surround her. Reminding her how she used to celebrate the view from the tower, this was definitely much higher than anything like she had ever seen before. The wind was picking up. A storm was about to engulf her. Breathable air would become more and more of a luxury. The way she had to climb this thing made her breath hard and a lot. Forcing her to use up the scarce reserves quickly.
It would prove to make her feel very light headed. And every time she needed to gain warmth from her fire release her pool depleted further. But in time and with perseverance, she made it. Crawling on her last strength past the clouds. Above the clouds no storm would try to kill her. She could actually feel the warm sun shining down on her body. Sending energy into her worn out shell. With the storm gone, the wind would be bearable enough even to collect oxygen with further ease. She would climb. The final hour. On hands and feet. Worn out to the bone. Crawling at the end. Until she reached the top. As she fell over the last step that the stairway had to offer, she could see a shadow approaching her, just as the world began to fade around her. She needed sleep. She needed air. She needed rest.
Madara would wake the next day inside a building. The walls were purely made of stone. The sun was shining outside. Her stuff was all placed in the corner of her ‘room’ which was basically empty except for a stone table that was used as her makeshift bed. She knew these kinds of beds. Monks used them. It had always escaped her why they were unable to sleep in comfy beds like everyone else wished it for. Her back was stiff from resting here. But otherwise then that she felt certainly good. Madara noticed that, from her belonging, the staff she had was missing. She grabbed her stuff and stepped out from her room. Staring into a scenery that she had never seen before.
Madara could gaze into the vast sea of clouds. Only few mountain ridges were still above her. Making it look like the mountain platform she was on was sort of floating in the sky whenever the clouds below grew thick and heavy. As they started to disperse towards the afternoon, Madara could see sometimes past the white layer below into the long long distance down towards the glacier. As she grabbed for her compass…. It was twirling around in circles. She had reached her destination. One of the last temples in this frozen island.
Being honest with herself, she had expected it to be more….. magical or shiny of sorts. But as she climbed down the few stairs below, she could see it was nothing else then a simple temple, built for the monks of the this strange clan a long time ago. The way it seemed untouched by nature was a curiosity for itself. The snow couldn’t reach the buildings up here too much. But Madara would spend an hour or two to pass through the various corners of the monastery. But she had to face that no one else was here.
At last she would feel a presence in what must be some sort of temple in the midst of the whole structure. Slowly she’d made her way up there. Whoever had picked her up and made her rest in that room had obviously no ill intent. Still she was curious as to whom that might be. Then again, she got reminded of her missing staff in her belongings. Could it be? No that was highly unlikely. Madara thought about it for a while. Staring at the stones that completed this huge structure. Piled up one by one. Dust and grass clinging to it. The original caretakers of the temple were long gone. Leaving nothing but a huge shadow behind. Madara made her way to the large temple. Entering the halls as she could see the old man that was meditating in its midst. Slowly approaching him with soft, silent steps.
As she stepped up behind the strange man, she would yet have a minimal understanding to how monks and their rites worked. His skin was grey and his body was looking frail. He had long white hair as it was common within her own clan, but well elderly people of his age had this too… so Madara couldn’t say yet if he was one of the shark clan worshipers. She sat down not far behind him. Onto her feet, straight position. Placing her palms in sideway C shape against each other. Closing her eyes. Controlling her breath. Her stuff placed next to her on the floor.
It would take a while until the old man moved. He was very aware of her presence. He was yet also aware of her presence when she was climbing up the mountain, when she was passing out, even while she was wandering around the temple. So, for him, it was not much of difference to sense her behind him or elsewhere. It was certainly no reason for him to get up and break his meditation. But he smiled. He expected a child as herself to barge in and start asking loud questions. Barking at him like a dog. Just like the last visitor who made his way up here years ago. Madara actually showing the respect as it felt necessary. Would please him greatly. To the point that he felt so comfortable he decided to remain meditating for another while.
Madara tried her best, but as good as her manners were and as much as she had learned about meditation, she was also still very tired. This nasty bed might have let her mind rest but certainly not her worn out body. Sooner or later she’d doze off and, well as nature gives it and takes it, she’d snore slightly away into the hall. Of course, this wasn’t as perfectly acceptable as her earlier behavior. But she had shown such remarkable patience for her age. He couldn’t really feel angry at her.
So, as she was dozing, he slowly stood up. Lifting from the ground with ease like someone who had the ability of levitation. Which he did not, but other secrets alike for sure. He stepped closer to her and stomped a few times on the floor with his staff. Waking the sleepy kunoichi and allowing her to slowly glare up at the old man towering in front of her. She couldn’t hide a suddenly facial expression showing her distress, embarrassment and confusion. But she’d quickly get back into position and lower her head.
“Sir, I’ve come here from distant shores far away. To find knowledge about an ancient shark god. I believe that is your heritage. Your blood and my kin. To find knowledge about the secrets of the icy shark… and ice. There’s a shark that’s terrorizing a beach in revenge of its brethren that has been recently slain. Tell me. Did I come to the right place or was it all for naught?”
The old man bowed to the ways of Madara’s speech. For a moment she would ogle at his staff with her eyes. Reminding her of where she had taken it from. Reminding her of the statue she had drawn. Of the men in front of the flame. Of the man that…. But her thoughts were interrupted. As he began to speak. “Fear not child. If your goal was to search for the shark, then you have found it. Yet what remains of me is but a broken shell that won’t last much longer. I have worn out all my strength in the battle that is but behind us. I have lost all I dared to protect and my attempts to free my people were mostly futile. But if it is knowledge about the frost itself that you seek. Then I can teach you. Ask what you must know of me youngling.”
He stared down at her. She must have been the first outsider in what feels like centuries that came across this place. It must have been the first time in ages he had to use his voice. His accent was rough. To the point it was somewhat hard to understand for her. Madara scratched the back of her head as she eased herself up a little. She would raise to her feet and yet keep a somewhat lowered posture to retain the motion of respect to her elder and superior.
“What happened in the village below?” she asked, a simple question yet it would obviously send grief to the face of the elder. He spoke of people he couldn’t protect. Madara had seen the devastating disease. But she had to know.
“It is of no importance as to what caused it dear child. The wars of men always come to devour the innocent, sooner or later. It is our duty to keep them save from these flames. But this time. We failed. Our blood grew thin and weak over the years. Even with all the frost in the world we couldn’t fight the black flames of the demon. He devoured our island’s life and killed so many. I was in that town the night he came. Not too many years ago. Myself and my students were able to contain the flame long enough for most of the people to escape this village…. But my students and even myself. We could not contain the evil, we needed to resort to asking the shark gods for help. Without it the evil power crushed through its cage and claimed the lives of all whom did their best to cage it. What is left behind is but a frozen reminder of how I failed my students and my country. Many of your kin died that day. Little kunoichi. Yes, I know who you are. It is in your blood young one. But you shall know. All the dead you have seen in this village, were once shinobi. All of them were just like you.”
A few hours later. The Master had explained his way throughout the destruction of the village. Sitting next to a fire inside the temple halls, Madara was cooking up some of the well preserved meat. Offering her bread to the Master as he seemed intrigued by it. As much as he could diet he certainly enjoyed the taste of good food. In this, slightly more casual environment. He explained how the evil’s wrath had not just taken this village. But claimed basically every last one of them in the vicinity of the island. The few people who could survive it were those who had fled into the far-out mountains. Just like many shinobi did during times of trouble. He seemed pained by this past. He was probably one of the few if not the only one who had stood in Hao’s wrath and survived it to tell the tale. How he did so was yet still distant to Madara.
She didn’t dare to ask for his name yet. But in time she would explain herself. Her past. Tell stories about home. Hearing that a village had returned back to life in this wasteland brought but a smile upon his face. Some of the people he had rescued here might be still alive then. She would even go so far as to tell childhood stories of herself. Allowing the old man to laugh at the sweet and heart-warming anecdotes of Madara’s past. Eventually, dawn would creep back upon the world and she would feel tired. The Master sent her back to her uncomfortable stone table of a bed and told her to be ready for tomorrow.
With the next day and it’s sunrise. Madara would head for the icy shark temple. But the Master was already waiting outside. He didn’t speak. He wasn’t a man of that many words. Just like Madara herself. She enjoyed it to rather feel into, what the person next to her was thinking and he was certainly ready to show her what she came here for. What her father had sent her here for even. As without much pause. He went into a very unusual stance. His fists forming next to his waist. Holding the staff in front of him. Madara could feel how a tremendous amount of chakra was flowing into his belly. His feet firmly on the ground. Moving into his knees.
With a powerful motion he stuffed his staff so hard to the floor it crushed a piece of ice to remain stuck within it. His fingers rushed together. Many different seals would quickly flow after each other. Dragon. Hare. Monkey…. followed by some she had never seen before. The chakra filled in his belly and he exhaled a loud echo towards the sky. Madara stared up into the air where barely any clouds were left. They suddenly formed and bent together. Turning dark and making loud noises of rumbling motion. Instantly snow began to fall over the whole area. Not just any snow. Thick. To the point where one could barely see through. Piling up on the temple grounds.
“Of course, we would never ask the shark gods for help without devising a backup plan.” The master said. “we developed a special jutsu to fight them and eliminate them if needed. I shall teach you.”
Some days had passed. Madara had seen only parts of what her Master was capable of. She had spent many days in his stance. Learning the hand signs. Trying to meld the chakra in her belly just as he did. Spitting the command of water into the clouds until she managed to form one on her own. It was by far not comparable to what he had shown to be capable of but it was, for certain, a beginning of sorts. During his display of the technique, Madara would come to see how he was able to manipulate the element within. Creating an wave of water alike the one that forced her to hide beneath the glacier.
After a few more days, Madara could naturally infuse the water above her anytime. They were usually small and it’d certainly look sort of odd if not funny when she was being followed by a tiny little cloud clinging to her like a second shadow and raining little sad snowflakes onto her head. But for Madara it was clear how it worked. Along these guidelines she would be ready for the next step. Going back into position she’d try to mimic the moves of her Master right next to him. The same unusual hand signs again. Symbols of crosses and snowflakes. Eventually she could see him lift his palm as he started to attract all the snow in the air into a motionable mass. The lost art of the people of this land. The power of their very ability used to it’s very natural core. Forcing the frozen element to bend at the will of Its Master.
He’d be patient with her. Showing her the motions possible within the floating ice. While Madara repeated the hand signs over and over again. Until she finally melds the chakra in the right way to force a few snowflakes together. It was a moment of revelation. She could use this power to trap the shark and kill it. The moment she would understand her own power. The moment she would, at least, not feel slave to her nature, but master to its seemingly endless power. The emotion was so strong that Madara’s adrenaline quickly pumped through her whole body. She couldn’t control it. Water would keep gathering quickly. It would amass itself between her palms as it grew bigger and bigger. It would raise into thick and heavy fluid layers of mush and the Master knew if she didn’t learn it now, she’d eventually freeze herself and him as well together in this icy weather.
Within a loud breath of determination. In a sigh of regret and within a slightly annoyed mix of emotion she was getting angry at herself. This was her gift. Her talent. Her very existence would concentrate itself around her ability to bend this element to her will and yet it was about to swallow her whole. Just like it did when she was a child. But she was not. Not anymore. Not like this. A loud scream would roar through the mountain once more. An insane amount of chakra would pour from Madara into her palms as she dared to enslave the water within them. Using up the very last drop of her energy to become complete at last.
A few days later Madara would return to her training spot. She still remembered the day of her decisive victory. In a battle of herself against the frost she, even if just barely so, managed to bend the element to its knees. Her control over the unique mass that could be all, flowing, liquid and solid allowed her to feel a confidence she had never felt before. Her training sessions became quicker and more intense. She started to form bigger clumps of water to be slave to her will. Splatting it against the stones and moving them at her will. Heating them as well. An important part to the technique as…. Things sometimes may go wrong. Content with how her training was coming along. Madara knew yet, that there was still something else to this technique, something more than just destroying sharks. And she was not mistaken. During long sessions of mending and bending, the Master would show Madara how to slowly motion the fluid water to linger itself against the body. Turning solid. Becoming armor.
Madara was instantly amazed by this layout. But would soon be put at bay considering the many hours she would spent learning these jutsu…. Of course, followed by resting and eventually doing it all over again. It would take her many days to master the art of the shark crushing jutsu. A control and mastery over water that required her to train to the extent she felt like she was going to die on this lonely mountain.
Within the days of training she’d grew closer to the sage. Eventually, even if not intentionally learning his name. Even after the many hours he spent talking about the bloodline and how each person from this island descended from the same clanspeople…. Reminding Madara that the jutsu used to be much larger and more influential in the past ages. But even before the days of prosperity, the jutsu’s fame had thinned down. His wrecking of the country had only caused the already bad situation to turn even worse. It wasn’t naturally evil’s fault that the man’s bloodline had diminished. The family had done this to itself and would pay for it accordingly.
The days had passed by. In time Madara had learned how to conjure the water. How to encase her enemy, how to encase herself in protection within the many layers of pressure, while yet still being able to move beneath it. She felt strong. Stronger than ever before. But Master had yet to reveal the last of his techniques to his student. The only way for him to display it without making the mistake of letting Madara underestimate the severity of this technique, was to sacrifice something living. As an advanced user, he was able to conjure the water straight form the ground below them, without the need of calling for the water from thin air. Showing Madara what she’d be capable of as well if she trained hard enough. Using the fluid to crawl upon a tree. But this time he wouldn’t stop at slightly encasing it. He kept conjuring the water from below until every little branch and leaf was covered in it.
His eyes would turn dark. His stance becoming firmer, his left palm forming single seals as the right one slowly formed a gripping hand. Madara would watch how the frost started to pressure the wood below. She would begin to breath hard as she could watch how the leaves crunched together, the branches started to break. The roots of the tree would crank and bend. Its body would begin to show severe cracks and as at last screamed the death wish, the tree was crushed within its coffin. Breaking down into pieces. All branches broken. All leaves pulverized. What was left was but a mere reminder of the pure force that went into this attack. Now that was just overkill. Madara took mental notes and vowed to do the same thing to the shark that terrorized the ocean. She also obtained yet another resonance stone that would force the shark to come out of the water to fight. When Madara finally sailed all the way back to the beach she put the stone right next to the last and when the shark popped out of the water she obliterated it just as she’d done the last one.
5100 wc
+10,000 Ryō
+50 AP
+1 Shark Scales (A-Rank Augmentation Material) https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t52960-shark-scales
+1 Swashbuckler's Eyepatch https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t52956-swashbuckler-s-eyepatch
+51 AP (from wc)
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t46476-ephemeral-v7#361448 B rank 1750 wc
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45237-v7-temple-of-nirvana 2500 wc A rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t50823-mind-read#384802 250 wc E rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t50651-fear-pull#383784 250 wc E rank
Rank: S-Rank
Mission Location: Mikadzuki Beach
Challenges: ARC
Task: After killing the shark terrorizing Mikadzuki Beach, things have been relatively peaceful. That is until the shark's mate opts to enact vengeance for his lost loved one. This shark is much larger, roughly 45 feet long, and weighing about two tons. You have been tasked once again with going out to sea with another group of shark hunters to kill the beast and end the shark's grasp on the area once and for all.
***This mission can only be completed after the first mission in the ARC: "Jaws".***
Word Count Requirement: 5,000 WC
Reward: 10,000 Ryō / 50 AP / 1 Shark Scales (A-Rank Augmentation Material) / 1 Swashbuckler's Eyepatch
Character Requirements: N/A
Character Exclusive: N/A
Link to Legacy Mission: N/A
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Not two days after Madara had dealt with the shark there was yet another shark sighting. An even bigger one somehow. She knew it wasn’t the same shark because the other shinobi had hauled the remains of the last shark to shore. “What the hell?” was her first thought but then she realized that there was more money to be made which was always a good thing. She was sure that this would mean yet another trip to that desert island where she found the shark stone thing which took her multiple days last time. She sighed because it had not been a pleasurable trip but what could she do? She was pretty sick of the beach anyways so she decided to take on this new mission and get a move on.
First thing was first, she had to consult the same guy who had helped her with the last mission. She spoke to him and he was there on his front porch waiting for her. “I was wondering when you would show up,” he said.
He invited her in and showed her some shark artifacts and explained how he was a descendent of the shark worshipers. Unfortunately for his family, he hated sharks and had dedicated his life to guiding shinobi to help take the shark down. He also showed Madara a strange flame in a jar that had supposedly been passed down for generations. Madara wondered how the flame had survived, then again, she wondered how the people had managed to contain it. But by the looks of what she had seen last time they all had paid a heavy price in doing so.
“This time you must to go an icy island atop a mountain. Last time you went to a cliff. This is a different shark god you see, so you must go to his shrine instead.”
Madara gulped but ultimately nodded. “Alrighty, cya I guess.” She took the map and went on her way.
A half day journey by boat and Madara found herself in yet another ruins. Except instead of a desert it was icy. She saw many people here. Their bodies completely frozen like statues. Some of them still in the position they had been in when they casted their final techniques to try and embrace the strange flame that the guide had shown her. The native who eventually froze all of this must have been of almost incomparable power among the rest. Madara would wonder who he or she was. But then again. She would wonder if they could accomplish what they sacrificed themselves for. Could they avoid the wrath of the flames onto the civilians? Could they save the villagers? Or had it all been for naught?
Seeing this all had overwhelmed her. She needed a break from this. But there was nowhere else to go for now. A few hours would pass in silence. Madara had wandered through the village back and forth finding little details within the frozen houses. Signs of family and children. Signs of a happy farmer-life not far away. Signs of trade and activity. Signs of, aspiring and skilled ones, calling this place their home. And yet all of it was but a frozen memory within the stone. If the ice would ever thaw here. Most of these buildings would fall to ashes in an instant and the rest would probably crumble away as well.
Madara would sit down next to the flames cage, within the crater. Despite its abominable view, the flame had a certain dark but destructive beauty to itself. It was warm, even now, after such a long time. Having melted away anything that touched it within the frozen cage. Compressed into its glassy display. Madara grabbed into her backpack to try and draw some of the things she was seeing. The village, the flame and the frozen, all turned to statues now. Dead bodies locked within the ever ice. Until she would eventually come to the peak of the crater. To find the shell of another statue. But an empty one. There was a hole in the back of this ever-ice’s outline. But the sand gave a very clear picture of how the man must have looked like. Madara was intrigued. She would quickly draw up this figures body and facial structure as much as she could gather from the view. But she also had to notice, that the man’s staff was still stuck in there. Trying her best to use her palm once more to melted the stone, more on instinct then skill though, she could slowly turn the statue into water, reclaiming the certainly unique weapon all but for herself.
Madara had spent about a day in this place. She’d grab the map that her father gave her, to try and estimate the locations position and mark it on her map. Someday someone of greater knowledge about this strange flame would have to find and study this place. In case it was still here by then. During her studies around the village, Madara had also found a path that was leading towards the mountain. Yet the closer she came to it, the narrower the dome would become. It would take a few hours until she finally reached the mountains edge and had to move a bit awkwardly as the dome didn’t allow her to stand straight anymore. At the end of the burned road she could see a stairway actually leading up into the mountain. Ice used to cover this edge of the dome. But something melted the entrance, just large enough for a human to pass through and move on to the stairway. Madara shrugged it off. It was an odd thing to come across what she just had seen. But the path ahead was clear.
Madara pulled forth her compass and it would point directly forward, even a bit down. She was here. The place she was supposed to seek out was here. All that was left, was to climb the stairway to heaven. Literally. But this was easier said than done. She started at the very foot of the mountain, even beneath the stone she saw before. The top of this thing was far away. Madara sighed and came to terms with what had to be done. Slowly she would take step by step. Placing one foot at a time. The stairway was oddly well preserved too. But as soon as she passed the stone’s height. Wind, ice and cold weather would greet her.
Madara decided to set up camp for the night just a bit below the glaciers frost dome. Hoping for a better tomorrow in terms of weather. From her point of view, she could see the outlines of the burned and frozen village. The black flame shedding its weird light onto the icy death surrounding it. But from where she was now, it was already small, too far away to see the details anymore and as night dawned, the black nature of the ashen village would make it disappear to the eye. It was scary. Scary how history had forgotten about this place. Making her wonder what else could be found buried beneath the ice. But it wasn’t for her to find out. Her job was done here. She marked the spot on her map and made as much drawings as possible. Her notes would go into the hands of someone else, someone smart. Madara made a campfire with the little wood she had left. As the dome protected her here she had no need for sophisticated shelter. Sleeping next to the fire under her blanket would suffice for the night. This place was dead. No animal or creature would attack her here. She was, completely alone and looking very much forward to leave this place at last.
Madara slept well, despite the scary surroundings that she was in. She fed on the remaining meat from the inn and would count her reserves to make sure her food would last for a trip back home. Today she would make it to her targets destination. A normal human would probably need around 3 days to climb this beast. But Madara was well nourished and well rested. She bound the staff she had found to her backpack and went into her knees. Collecting her energy at the soles. Concentrating it on her legs and with a loud gasp she exploded her at her feet and sped off. Jumping the stairway up towards her final destination.
Hours would pass as the mountain didn’t seem to end. She felt like she didn’t make it any further at all. Looking down onto the glacier she yet knew that impression was wrong. Every time she turned around to look down, the glacier would go further away and the clouds above her would come closer. The wind wasn’t too strong but the clouds began to thicken and snowflakes would drop onto Madara. If the wind would pick up again, she wouldn’t be able to make her goal in time. Being forced to rest out here would prove to be difficult. She was hungry. Feeling exhausted. But she had to move on now. Better now than later. Using her remaining strength to pass into the upper parts of the mountain, the stairway was covered in snow and ice from here on. Forcing Madara to use the supernatural walking technique again. Draining her even further over time.
Another few hours passed and she finally made it to the clouds. Looking back down would prove her unable to see the glacier anymore. A misty view of white snow would surround her. Reminding her how she used to celebrate the view from the tower, this was definitely much higher than anything like she had ever seen before. The wind was picking up. A storm was about to engulf her. Breathable air would become more and more of a luxury. The way she had to climb this thing made her breath hard and a lot. Forcing her to use up the scarce reserves quickly.
It would prove to make her feel very light headed. And every time she needed to gain warmth from her fire release her pool depleted further. But in time and with perseverance, she made it. Crawling on her last strength past the clouds. Above the clouds no storm would try to kill her. She could actually feel the warm sun shining down on her body. Sending energy into her worn out shell. With the storm gone, the wind would be bearable enough even to collect oxygen with further ease. She would climb. The final hour. On hands and feet. Worn out to the bone. Crawling at the end. Until she reached the top. As she fell over the last step that the stairway had to offer, she could see a shadow approaching her, just as the world began to fade around her. She needed sleep. She needed air. She needed rest.
Madara would wake the next day inside a building. The walls were purely made of stone. The sun was shining outside. Her stuff was all placed in the corner of her ‘room’ which was basically empty except for a stone table that was used as her makeshift bed. She knew these kinds of beds. Monks used them. It had always escaped her why they were unable to sleep in comfy beds like everyone else wished it for. Her back was stiff from resting here. But otherwise then that she felt certainly good. Madara noticed that, from her belonging, the staff she had was missing. She grabbed her stuff and stepped out from her room. Staring into a scenery that she had never seen before.
Madara could gaze into the vast sea of clouds. Only few mountain ridges were still above her. Making it look like the mountain platform she was on was sort of floating in the sky whenever the clouds below grew thick and heavy. As they started to disperse towards the afternoon, Madara could see sometimes past the white layer below into the long long distance down towards the glacier. As she grabbed for her compass…. It was twirling around in circles. She had reached her destination. One of the last temples in this frozen island.
Being honest with herself, she had expected it to be more….. magical or shiny of sorts. But as she climbed down the few stairs below, she could see it was nothing else then a simple temple, built for the monks of the this strange clan a long time ago. The way it seemed untouched by nature was a curiosity for itself. The snow couldn’t reach the buildings up here too much. But Madara would spend an hour or two to pass through the various corners of the monastery. But she had to face that no one else was here.
At last she would feel a presence in what must be some sort of temple in the midst of the whole structure. Slowly she’d made her way up there. Whoever had picked her up and made her rest in that room had obviously no ill intent. Still she was curious as to whom that might be. Then again, she got reminded of her missing staff in her belongings. Could it be? No that was highly unlikely. Madara thought about it for a while. Staring at the stones that completed this huge structure. Piled up one by one. Dust and grass clinging to it. The original caretakers of the temple were long gone. Leaving nothing but a huge shadow behind. Madara made her way to the large temple. Entering the halls as she could see the old man that was meditating in its midst. Slowly approaching him with soft, silent steps.
As she stepped up behind the strange man, she would yet have a minimal understanding to how monks and their rites worked. His skin was grey and his body was looking frail. He had long white hair as it was common within her own clan, but well elderly people of his age had this too… so Madara couldn’t say yet if he was one of the shark clan worshipers. She sat down not far behind him. Onto her feet, straight position. Placing her palms in sideway C shape against each other. Closing her eyes. Controlling her breath. Her stuff placed next to her on the floor.
It would take a while until the old man moved. He was very aware of her presence. He was yet also aware of her presence when she was climbing up the mountain, when she was passing out, even while she was wandering around the temple. So, for him, it was not much of difference to sense her behind him or elsewhere. It was certainly no reason for him to get up and break his meditation. But he smiled. He expected a child as herself to barge in and start asking loud questions. Barking at him like a dog. Just like the last visitor who made his way up here years ago. Madara actually showing the respect as it felt necessary. Would please him greatly. To the point that he felt so comfortable he decided to remain meditating for another while.
Madara tried her best, but as good as her manners were and as much as she had learned about meditation, she was also still very tired. This nasty bed might have let her mind rest but certainly not her worn out body. Sooner or later she’d doze off and, well as nature gives it and takes it, she’d snore slightly away into the hall. Of course, this wasn’t as perfectly acceptable as her earlier behavior. But she had shown such remarkable patience for her age. He couldn’t really feel angry at her.
So, as she was dozing, he slowly stood up. Lifting from the ground with ease like someone who had the ability of levitation. Which he did not, but other secrets alike for sure. He stepped closer to her and stomped a few times on the floor with his staff. Waking the sleepy kunoichi and allowing her to slowly glare up at the old man towering in front of her. She couldn’t hide a suddenly facial expression showing her distress, embarrassment and confusion. But she’d quickly get back into position and lower her head.
“Sir, I’ve come here from distant shores far away. To find knowledge about an ancient shark god. I believe that is your heritage. Your blood and my kin. To find knowledge about the secrets of the icy shark… and ice. There’s a shark that’s terrorizing a beach in revenge of its brethren that has been recently slain. Tell me. Did I come to the right place or was it all for naught?”
The old man bowed to the ways of Madara’s speech. For a moment she would ogle at his staff with her eyes. Reminding her of where she had taken it from. Reminding her of the statue she had drawn. Of the men in front of the flame. Of the man that…. But her thoughts were interrupted. As he began to speak. “Fear not child. If your goal was to search for the shark, then you have found it. Yet what remains of me is but a broken shell that won’t last much longer. I have worn out all my strength in the battle that is but behind us. I have lost all I dared to protect and my attempts to free my people were mostly futile. But if it is knowledge about the frost itself that you seek. Then I can teach you. Ask what you must know of me youngling.”
He stared down at her. She must have been the first outsider in what feels like centuries that came across this place. It must have been the first time in ages he had to use his voice. His accent was rough. To the point it was somewhat hard to understand for her. Madara scratched the back of her head as she eased herself up a little. She would raise to her feet and yet keep a somewhat lowered posture to retain the motion of respect to her elder and superior.
“What happened in the village below?” she asked, a simple question yet it would obviously send grief to the face of the elder. He spoke of people he couldn’t protect. Madara had seen the devastating disease. But she had to know.
“It is of no importance as to what caused it dear child. The wars of men always come to devour the innocent, sooner or later. It is our duty to keep them save from these flames. But this time. We failed. Our blood grew thin and weak over the years. Even with all the frost in the world we couldn’t fight the black flames of the demon. He devoured our island’s life and killed so many. I was in that town the night he came. Not too many years ago. Myself and my students were able to contain the flame long enough for most of the people to escape this village…. But my students and even myself. We could not contain the evil, we needed to resort to asking the shark gods for help. Without it the evil power crushed through its cage and claimed the lives of all whom did their best to cage it. What is left behind is but a frozen reminder of how I failed my students and my country. Many of your kin died that day. Little kunoichi. Yes, I know who you are. It is in your blood young one. But you shall know. All the dead you have seen in this village, were once shinobi. All of them were just like you.”
A few hours later. The Master had explained his way throughout the destruction of the village. Sitting next to a fire inside the temple halls, Madara was cooking up some of the well preserved meat. Offering her bread to the Master as he seemed intrigued by it. As much as he could diet he certainly enjoyed the taste of good food. In this, slightly more casual environment. He explained how the evil’s wrath had not just taken this village. But claimed basically every last one of them in the vicinity of the island. The few people who could survive it were those who had fled into the far-out mountains. Just like many shinobi did during times of trouble. He seemed pained by this past. He was probably one of the few if not the only one who had stood in Hao’s wrath and survived it to tell the tale. How he did so was yet still distant to Madara.
She didn’t dare to ask for his name yet. But in time she would explain herself. Her past. Tell stories about home. Hearing that a village had returned back to life in this wasteland brought but a smile upon his face. Some of the people he had rescued here might be still alive then. She would even go so far as to tell childhood stories of herself. Allowing the old man to laugh at the sweet and heart-warming anecdotes of Madara’s past. Eventually, dawn would creep back upon the world and she would feel tired. The Master sent her back to her uncomfortable stone table of a bed and told her to be ready for tomorrow.
With the next day and it’s sunrise. Madara would head for the icy shark temple. But the Master was already waiting outside. He didn’t speak. He wasn’t a man of that many words. Just like Madara herself. She enjoyed it to rather feel into, what the person next to her was thinking and he was certainly ready to show her what she came here for. What her father had sent her here for even. As without much pause. He went into a very unusual stance. His fists forming next to his waist. Holding the staff in front of him. Madara could feel how a tremendous amount of chakra was flowing into his belly. His feet firmly on the ground. Moving into his knees.
With a powerful motion he stuffed his staff so hard to the floor it crushed a piece of ice to remain stuck within it. His fingers rushed together. Many different seals would quickly flow after each other. Dragon. Hare. Monkey…. followed by some she had never seen before. The chakra filled in his belly and he exhaled a loud echo towards the sky. Madara stared up into the air where barely any clouds were left. They suddenly formed and bent together. Turning dark and making loud noises of rumbling motion. Instantly snow began to fall over the whole area. Not just any snow. Thick. To the point where one could barely see through. Piling up on the temple grounds.
“Of course, we would never ask the shark gods for help without devising a backup plan.” The master said. “we developed a special jutsu to fight them and eliminate them if needed. I shall teach you.”
Some days had passed. Madara had seen only parts of what her Master was capable of. She had spent many days in his stance. Learning the hand signs. Trying to meld the chakra in her belly just as he did. Spitting the command of water into the clouds until she managed to form one on her own. It was by far not comparable to what he had shown to be capable of but it was, for certain, a beginning of sorts. During his display of the technique, Madara would come to see how he was able to manipulate the element within. Creating an wave of water alike the one that forced her to hide beneath the glacier.
After a few more days, Madara could naturally infuse the water above her anytime. They were usually small and it’d certainly look sort of odd if not funny when she was being followed by a tiny little cloud clinging to her like a second shadow and raining little sad snowflakes onto her head. But for Madara it was clear how it worked. Along these guidelines she would be ready for the next step. Going back into position she’d try to mimic the moves of her Master right next to him. The same unusual hand signs again. Symbols of crosses and snowflakes. Eventually she could see him lift his palm as he started to attract all the snow in the air into a motionable mass. The lost art of the people of this land. The power of their very ability used to it’s very natural core. Forcing the frozen element to bend at the will of Its Master.
He’d be patient with her. Showing her the motions possible within the floating ice. While Madara repeated the hand signs over and over again. Until she finally melds the chakra in the right way to force a few snowflakes together. It was a moment of revelation. She could use this power to trap the shark and kill it. The moment she would understand her own power. The moment she would, at least, not feel slave to her nature, but master to its seemingly endless power. The emotion was so strong that Madara’s adrenaline quickly pumped through her whole body. She couldn’t control it. Water would keep gathering quickly. It would amass itself between her palms as it grew bigger and bigger. It would raise into thick and heavy fluid layers of mush and the Master knew if she didn’t learn it now, she’d eventually freeze herself and him as well together in this icy weather.
Within a loud breath of determination. In a sigh of regret and within a slightly annoyed mix of emotion she was getting angry at herself. This was her gift. Her talent. Her very existence would concentrate itself around her ability to bend this element to her will and yet it was about to swallow her whole. Just like it did when she was a child. But she was not. Not anymore. Not like this. A loud scream would roar through the mountain once more. An insane amount of chakra would pour from Madara into her palms as she dared to enslave the water within them. Using up the very last drop of her energy to become complete at last.
A few days later Madara would return to her training spot. She still remembered the day of her decisive victory. In a battle of herself against the frost she, even if just barely so, managed to bend the element to its knees. Her control over the unique mass that could be all, flowing, liquid and solid allowed her to feel a confidence she had never felt before. Her training sessions became quicker and more intense. She started to form bigger clumps of water to be slave to her will. Splatting it against the stones and moving them at her will. Heating them as well. An important part to the technique as…. Things sometimes may go wrong. Content with how her training was coming along. Madara knew yet, that there was still something else to this technique, something more than just destroying sharks. And she was not mistaken. During long sessions of mending and bending, the Master would show Madara how to slowly motion the fluid water to linger itself against the body. Turning solid. Becoming armor.
Madara was instantly amazed by this layout. But would soon be put at bay considering the many hours she would spent learning these jutsu…. Of course, followed by resting and eventually doing it all over again. It would take her many days to master the art of the shark crushing jutsu. A control and mastery over water that required her to train to the extent she felt like she was going to die on this lonely mountain.
Within the days of training she’d grew closer to the sage. Eventually, even if not intentionally learning his name. Even after the many hours he spent talking about the bloodline and how each person from this island descended from the same clanspeople…. Reminding Madara that the jutsu used to be much larger and more influential in the past ages. But even before the days of prosperity, the jutsu’s fame had thinned down. His wrecking of the country had only caused the already bad situation to turn even worse. It wasn’t naturally evil’s fault that the man’s bloodline had diminished. The family had done this to itself and would pay for it accordingly.
The days had passed by. In time Madara had learned how to conjure the water. How to encase her enemy, how to encase herself in protection within the many layers of pressure, while yet still being able to move beneath it. She felt strong. Stronger than ever before. But Master had yet to reveal the last of his techniques to his student. The only way for him to display it without making the mistake of letting Madara underestimate the severity of this technique, was to sacrifice something living. As an advanced user, he was able to conjure the water straight form the ground below them, without the need of calling for the water from thin air. Showing Madara what she’d be capable of as well if she trained hard enough. Using the fluid to crawl upon a tree. But this time he wouldn’t stop at slightly encasing it. He kept conjuring the water from below until every little branch and leaf was covered in it.
His eyes would turn dark. His stance becoming firmer, his left palm forming single seals as the right one slowly formed a gripping hand. Madara would watch how the frost started to pressure the wood below. She would begin to breath hard as she could watch how the leaves crunched together, the branches started to break. The roots of the tree would crank and bend. Its body would begin to show severe cracks and as at last screamed the death wish, the tree was crushed within its coffin. Breaking down into pieces. All branches broken. All leaves pulverized. What was left was but a mere reminder of the pure force that went into this attack. Now that was just overkill. Madara took mental notes and vowed to do the same thing to the shark that terrorized the ocean. She also obtained yet another resonance stone that would force the shark to come out of the water to fight. When Madara finally sailed all the way back to the beach she put the stone right next to the last and when the shark popped out of the water she obliterated it just as she’d done the last one.
5100 wc
+10,000 Ryō
+50 AP
+1 Shark Scales (A-Rank Augmentation Material) https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t52960-shark-scales
+1 Swashbuckler's Eyepatch https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t52956-swashbuckler-s-eyepatch
+51 AP (from wc)
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t46476-ephemeral-v7#361448 B rank 1750 wc
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t45237-v7-temple-of-nirvana 2500 wc A rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t50823-mind-read#384802 250 wc E rank
https://www.narutoroleplaygame.com/t50651-fear-pull#383784 250 wc E rank
Kaito InuzukaCitizen- Stat Page : Stat Page
Health: 300 points
AP: 2,000 points
Vigor: 125 points
Chakra: 125 points
Speed: 45 points
Strength: 5 points
Mission Record : Mission Log
Summoning Contract : The Wolves of Death Gorge
Living Clones : Uchiha, Tatsuya
Familiar : Raidomaru (Needs Revamped)
Legendary Equipment : N/A 
Clan Focus : Genjutsu
Village : Kemonogakure
Ryo : 0
All Exit Claims approved for Madara!
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