The Story Begins [Exit Village]

It was time, the loose ends that drifted in the wind were becoming too pressing to ignore - the penance was paid and it was time to act. The time for hiding and laying low had passed, to be frank it had passed long ago but she had been too caught up in her own mind to move forward. Ohta… had been too weak to move forward, but it was time to take the reins and take control of her world once and for all. Her time in the Kyuketsuki tombs had given her the idea for her direction, a temple in the name of her clan’s creator Jashin. There wasn’t too much information about it aside from its location, but it was a start - a place of centering that she could use before heading out on her goals. 

The home she shared with Arantima had felt more like a prison sentence in the last few months, one that was nearing its end as her mind became more clear and made up. In the last few days she had dropped the habit of presenting herself as Souji using Noppera-Bo, not due to forgiveness but for the sake of not feeding into Ohta’s will any longer. She would have said some formal goodbye to Arantima, parting words of sort, but he spent most of his time at his shop - sleeping there most nights above it in the studio apartment. So, packing up what she needed, which wasn’t much, she made her way out of the shared home - locking it for the final time before turning to the day ahead. 

The sun was just cresting past the midday point and the rays caused her to lift her hand to shield her eyes from the onslaught and sting as they adjusted to the light. It was then that she realized she was missing one thing - the thing that she had had for years and was easily her most notable feature; the wide brimmed straw hat with the metal horns. She had had it for so long there was no way she could leave it behind - heaving a sigh she mentally added a pit stop to her path toward the gates. The time it took was minimal at best and she found herself crouched in front of the window on the roof of the Wind Demons Guild. Peering through the window into the disheveled room she spotted her hat resting on the clearest part in the room - the work bench. 

Taking a senbon from her pouch she easily opened the window and stepped into the small room - sounds of patrons and general shop noise drifted up to greet her as did a few thrums of heartbeats. Taking a few strides over to the bench she picked up her hat and ran her fingers over the edge of it as if in greeting. The moment she put this hat back on she was back in the game, standing in this room a flash of her giving the hat to Arantima flashed through her mind - and what the meaning behind passing it off had been; retirement. With a small smirk she couldn’t help but laugh at herself for how foolish she had been, thinking she would get out so easily. Seeing a notepad a few feet to her left she grabbed up a pen and scribbled a note to him - if for any reason than to alleviate his worry that it had been stolen. 

‘Arantima,


It’s time my brother, the path ahead of me is going to be one littered with strife and drama, but I can’t bring you on it YET.-’


She paused in her writing as she heard someone pause at the bottom of the stairs -

‘- Just know that I will be expecting you to join me very soon, there is a sister in this village named Kana Mi. Find her and train her, bring her with you when the owls come calling. Retirement just isn’t in our blood it seems.


Watch for the owls,
Mizuki Kyuketsuki.’

With that the pen would drop and she would be out of the window, hat in hand, before whoever was approaching would be able to detect her. Hopping over roofs until she was far enough away to pause she would look down at the hat still gripped in her left hand. ‘Don’t…. The repercussions… no idea-’ Setting her jaw she raised the hat back to her head and secured it once more, instantly feeling the resolve solidify like stone in her heart. With a devilish smile she took off once more to the gates of Tanbogakure, only stopping once she arrived.

The flicker of movement caught her eye as she approached the gates, the way ahead being clear to her only seconds before - when suddenly a familiar form was rising from a crouch. Pausing in her stride she would tilt her head to the side and cross her arms across her chest as she stared at a disheveled Arantima. Full armor and all, upon first glance it would seem he would be trying to stop her - but his words spun another story - as did the sparkle of held back tears in his eyes. 


With a sigh she would release her arms from the tight knot across her chest and place her left on her hip as she raised her eyebrow at him - though the hat would make it hard to see the movement. She was growing tired of the interruptions, tired of the emotions that ran unchecked by Ohta and Arantima alike. Though credit was due to his handle on his voice… It was still tiring to witness her own clan in such disarray. Silently she prayed to herself that this trip to the temple would give her and her clan the centering they all needed, as their leader she had to do something for them too. A brother who is emotional and a sister who is lost for direction - how far the clan had fallen from their past.


Approaching him with measured steps she looked him up and down, her eyes appraising him in a new light - one that gauged his ability to handle sudden power. He had handled his full transformation well enough but this… this was something new. She had been developing something in her free time here in Tanbogakure - something that she could gift to her blood - something they could use when she wasn’t near. Stopping just before him she would stare at him for a second longer before pulling him into an uncharacteristically tight one armed hug - her right hand holding fast against his chest; before sliding under the main plate and laying over his heart. In the moment before she slid her hand under she performed the single Dragon hand seal needed, and whispered to him, “Holy water cannot help you now -” All five of her nails would jut out and sink into the spot over his heart as the burn of the seal flamed over the spot. “-and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out.” 

She would push away from the embrace, turning him as she did, before taking a few sweeping steps back until there was 20 meters between them - and her back was to the gate. “For your gall, I gift you this, and for your interruption… I gift you this. The mark of Kyuketsuki Jiyu Juinjutsu, train hard for control or lose access to our clan's control over blood. Good luck little brother.” Her voice was loud enough for him to hear him, even over the sounds of agony or rage he was enduring. She hadn’t yet turned away as she watched with a glint of disgusting enjoyment as she watched her handiwork unfold in front of her.

WC 520

Jutsu Used:
2000 ap to start
100 ap to place Kyketsuki Jiyu Juinjutsu

Hayato was minding his own business doing the job of a a typical gate guard. The day had been slow and boring until he heard some yelling near to the gate's booth. He signalled to the booth at the top of the gate to send down someone encase things got rough. Hayato doubted there would be any trouble until he heard the sound of a body collapse. He whistled signaling the guard to wait to show himeslef. Hayato rested his hand on his blade with only a little fear escaping his expressionless face. The woman approached the booth and gave the appropriate papers. She had assured him that everything was fine. and it was a family matter. Though he had his doubts.


A-arantima?! Hayato had met him once before when he was just moving his shop into the village. He had become a wind demon guild member even. He knew where to take him, but if this person, "Ane" or not had killed someone she would not be allowed to leave. "One moment miss Ohta..." A monotone request had escaped him before a whistle. The guard that he had previously signaled to stop descending had landed behind her. "Genjuro, would you please check on the collapsed boys condition, I need to know if he's alive or not." The shinobi nodded sweating a little as he approached the unconscious boy. He knelt down checking his pulse, and while erratic he was alive. "Hayato-san, He is alive." 

"Thank you, Genjuro..." He said loud enough for the other shinobi to hear. "All is well, we'll make sure he gets there. Next time you visit please your family matters off of our streets." Hayato took the I.D. and checked the records. Miss Ohta had, in fact, entered legally, and since the matter with Arantima had been resolved he had no reason to hold her up.

After marking that she was leaving and the date and time that she left. He took the I.D card issued when she entered and returned the rest of what she had offered. "You're free to leave ma'am. Have a safe journey."

Hayato would keep a close eye on here until she was far away from the village. After it was safe he would swap with Gejuro to take Arantima to his shop.

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Allowing Mizuki Ohta to exit Tanbo.

Approved

Arantima woke up in his bedroom.. And immediatly bolted upright as he looked around and when he realised where he was.. he fell back to his pillow.. He laid there for what felt like hours but might have only been a few minutes. he didnt know, he didnt care. He eventually went over to sit at his workbench and cry.. But when his first tears left his face they landed on something that wasnt supposed to be there. It was a message He read it over and over.. And part of him wanted to tear it apart.. But the other part of him knew it was her way of saying that she didnt want him hurt.. He could see that now, that she didnt leave becuase she didnt think he was strong enough just that she didnt want him to get hurt.. That she wanted him stronger than he needed to be so that he would not just survive but he would thrive..

He Quickly went to seal the note over his heart.. but foudn that ther was already a seal there.. And he recalled flashes of what happened at the gate. He would have to figure out this new puzzle, but before that.. He went to put that note above his workbench.. And tacked it there with a kunai so he would never forget to read it every morning before he went to work.

235/1127

Current Health Bar: 300/300  | AP: 1446/1446

Vigor: 90 |  Chakra: 30 | Speed: 150 | Strength: 30 | Throwing Speed: 115 | Throwing Distance: 57 Meters

[EXIT and CLAIM]

Claiming Kyuketsuki oni Transformation Placed on myself as Slotless cursemark jutsu, However unmastered and thus currently unusable

Spending 800 WC to earn 16 AP

390 AP left to train for or Claim from missions.

Sacking the rest.

Arantima wrote:

Arantima  woke up in his bedroom.. And immediatly bolted upright as he looked around and when he realised where he was.. he fell back to his pillow.. He laid there for what felt like hours but might have only been a few minutes. he didnt know, he didnt care.  He eventually went over to sit at his workbench and cry..  But when his first tears left his face they landed on something that wasnt supposed to be there.  It was a message He read it over and over.. And part of him wanted to tear it apart..  But the other part of him knew it was her way of saying that she didnt want him hurt..  He could see that now, that she didnt leave becuase she didnt think he was strong enough just that she didnt want him to get hurt.. That she wanted him stronger than he needed to be so that he would not just survive but he would thrive..

He Quickly went to seal the note over his heart.. but foudn that ther was already a seal there..  And he recalled flashes of what happened at the gate. He would have to figure out this new puzzle, but before that.. He went to put that note above his workbench.. And tacked it there with a kunai so he would never forget to read it every morning before he went to work.

235/1127

Current Health Bar: 300/300  | AP: 1446/1446

Vigor: 90 |  Chakra: 30 | Speed: 150 | Strength: 30 | Throwing Speed: 115 | Throwing Distance: 57 Meters

[EXIT and CLAIM]

Claiming Kyuketsuki oni Transformation Placed on myself as  Slotless cursemark jutsu, However unmastered and thus currently unusable

Spending 800 WC to earn 16 AP

390 AP left to train for or Claim from missions.

Sacking the rest.

Approved. You can now train the Kyuketsuki Oni Transformation. 
Please make sure to remember that until it has been trained your blood release and BL traits are sealed and unavailable as described by the Kyketsuki Jiyu Juinjutsu.