Naruto Saigen Roleplay

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<r>Renji was forced to suppress a smile as the situation played out. After months of idling and planning, things were finally getting <s>[i]</s>interesting<e>[/i]</e> again. The stranger's words narrowed the potential parameters of their interaction even further. The vague, half-code he'd emp...

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<t>Well, he hadn't expected it to be easy. Suppressing a sigh as he watched the lone genuine petitioner get muscled through the gates and out of his reach, he took stock of the situation. If the other six weren't here, where were they? Given the rigmarole that was seemingly involved in ob...

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<r>It didn't take Renji long to realize how fruitless scanning minds at random would be. It took extreme effort for him to avoid curling his lips into a scowl. He was nearly thrice as old as anyone in the crowd, and <s>[i]</s>he<e>[/i]</e> had certainly found better things to do with himself ...

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<t>Enma didn't seem to be exercising much caution; as a result, Isao was already studying as he approached, paid his compliment, and offered his assistance. From behind his sunglasses, he studied the interloper, but his expression remained typically stoic. Well, typical for when Isao had actually be...

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<r>Fortunately for Quin Lan, Renji had no intentions of forcing anything. His intentions at this juncture were merely to scout the seat of power and discern whether or not there was a way for him to get access to the daimyo, or failing that, someone who might be able to provide him it. Hi...

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<r>The preparations required to set out were minimal. The small apartment he'd rented in Takigakure for the last two weeks was essentially a repurposed closet, which meant that scouring it for any evidence of his habitation took only a few moments. He took one last look at the cramped quarters- the ...

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<r>Enma's search was nearing it's end. Tracking down the body thief was akin to following a trail of breadcrumbs through a haystack in search of a needle that could look like virtually anything. True, the breadcrumbs were there for a hungry crow to find, but many had grown stale and unpal...

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<r>Without risk, there was seldom reward. That thought had played through the body thief's ancient, warped mind as he'd removed almost all of the protective fuuinjutsu from the slight frame of Ichiro before transferring his consciousness into the empty vessel. Yaksha was a clever little s...

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<t>Sighting Training- 431/400 Words Renji was moving at a full sprint through the foresty territory that lay not far from Henkou's base of operations. In his right hand, he held a fist full of senbon. His left grasped a single kunai. His pouches were full. He realized fully that he was be...

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<r>Boomerang Projectile Training – 456/400 Words Renji was still interested in diversifying his capabilities, so far as thrown weapons went. Without the ability to affect elements, his offensive jutsu were hampered, particularly given his talent with developing an using ninpou techniques....

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<r>The swearing didn't bother him, no. It wasn't a habit he'd picked up yet, even when things went awry with his puppetry experience, but hearing Kyogi curse so casually... well, it felt a little like he was being drawn into the teenage world a bit. That was something they did. He'd have to try it o...

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<r>Renjiro Yamanaka had existed for nearly two centuries; devastation was just another word for <s>[i]</s>life<e>[/i]</e> as far as he was concerned. Famine, flood, plague, outbreak, war- such forces only served to give the masses an excuse to behave just as they would have anyway. They had n...

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<r>Kaiso simply couldn't fathom the relationship between Kyogi and his mother. He was too young, too inexperienced to realize that parents could eventually become adversaries rather than protectors, that they'd likely mess him up more than almost any other factor of his young life. To him, his mothe...

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<r>He wasn't sure what to expect of Kyogi or his brother as he sat and listened. The world of older boys, of teenagers, seemed almost like some kind secret fraternity. They had their own places to hang-out, their own places to train, their own phrases. It was a mysterious world, one that he often wo...

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<r>Kaiso was just as unsure what to say. Despite his fastidiousness with his appearance, the boy had never managed to totally emulate Jiraiku's easy way with people. He didn't have a lot of friends; in fact, after his brother, his best friend in the world was probably an over-sized steam powered can...

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<r>Renjiro caught a bit of a break, it would seem. His stolen puppet was put to rest, but the enemy had made a fairly grave error in utilizing invisibility and an underground escape method against a pair of sensors. Tracking the chakra signatures, Renji began moving on a parallel course (...

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<t>The little steam puppeteer had abandoned the training grounds. At his parent's suggestion, he'd decided to try to get back into his usual routine, but his heart simply hadn't been in it. The loss of his older brother had affected the genin profoundly, and it seemed a little less meanin...

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<r>The dreams of Renjiro Yamanaka were far more fractured and harrowing than those of mere humans. It was an interesting phenomena, though not one so interesting that he had ever spared a great deal of thought toward it. With two centuries of experience, there was bound to be some dispari...

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<r>Renjiro was scowling. By his estimation, he had better things to do than act out Yaku's latent subconscious with wooden training weapons. He'd been enjoying a rather pleasant nap, devoid of the fractured, harrowing dreams he'd been experiencing of late, when Yaku had roused him and dragged him ou...

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<r>Serene in spite of the threats levied his way and the agitation he'd provided, Renji nodded simply and proceeded to do as instructed, applying his seals to the quiet nukenin briskly and efficiently while humming a fairly lively little tune. When he finished on Laxus and turned, he used...

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<t>One last effort, though really, this would only be first of many occasions where the two nukenin vied. With Renji involved, their partnership would never be precisely what it seemed, and even as commonplace and banal as this little contest was, clearly, beneath the surface, much more was at stake...

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<r>1979/2200 Renjiro was nearly spent. He could earnestly admit that he had never engaged in such a taxing physical activity in the whole of his two centuries. His own control over the Yamanaka body he wore was beginning to fray, and he had the distinct feeling that the process was going ...

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<r><COLOR color="brown"><s>[color=brown]</s><s>[b]</s>”Humanity is overrated, dear Yaku,”<e>[/b]</e><e>[/color]</e></COLOR> he hissed as he finally abandoned his all but useless tactic. He'd had a little taste there of success, but the real victory in his mind was the fact that Yaku's refutat...

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<r><s>[i]</s>Chapter 3<e>[/i]</e> <s>[i]</s>Laundry<e>[/i]</e> turned out to be much more daunting than Renji had imagined. He'd been expecting a pile of dirty robes to take to the basin, but instead, Doru led him into the monastery and then down to the cellar, which was exp...

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<r>For someone so renowned for stoicism, the Fushinkou sure liked to <s>[i]</s>talk<e>[/i]</e>. It only barely made it under Renjiro's skin. He accepted his lack of strength as compared to Yaku, but he hardly accepted the man's line of reasoning. As he pressed his shoulder into Yak...

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<t>The change was dramatic. Renjiro didn't dare ablate his concentration for jutsu, since even this much was already starting to get uncomfortably painful. He could already push his bodies further than they should have gone, but not nearly enough to account for Yaku's terrible strength. A...

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<r><s>[i]</s>Chapter 2<e>[/i]</e> The meeting at the basin had only just broken up, and the monks (Renji included, though his disbelief was not yet unsuspended on that matter) had been instructed to go about their daily duties. Morishi had provided a demonstration and a lecture tha...

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<r>Kaiso's shame was not so pronounced. In only a moment, the pain they shared made him realize that missing Jiraiku was nothing to be ashamed of. Perhaps some were watching, listening in. Perhaps wherever Jiraiku was, he was looking on. He didn't think that his brother would be disgusted by two of ...

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<r>He wasn't a match for Yaku, but he wasn't a slouch either. As he felt his hands sliding over rain slicked flesh, felt Yaku start to push against him, he knew he'd be taking a trip to the muddy ground, but he would be damned if he was going to let Yaku truly best him. His features compo...

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<r>OOC: Training begins <HR>[hr]</HR> Renji smirked. <s>[b]</s><COLOR color="brown"><s>[color=brown]</s>”You're just looking for any excuse to do with your hands what you can't with your wits.”<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><e>[/b]</e> The teasing tone was light and airy, but he nodded and went about...

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<r><COLOR color="brown"><s>[color=brown]</s><s>[b]</s>"Careful, Yaku."<e>[/b]</e><e>[/color]</e></COLOR> His eyes flitted to the seal on his body that would enable him to immediately enact Shintensin on the more powerful nukenin; his hand had already reflexively formed the required seal, but ...

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<r>Kaiso knew nothing of his brother's hopes of escaping. He had no way of knowing, but Jiraiku had too much forethought to tell him. He realized that if he shared that goal, that desire, that the young, impressionable boy would have taken it upon himself as well, even if that wasn't really his dest...

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<t>Together, as a broken family, they pushed. The boat wasn't very heavy- Kaiso could have sent him off himself- but they slowly slid it across the sand and into the water. They pressed forward until Kaiso's legs were immersed to mid thigh, and then gave one final shove from his father, the boat was...

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<r>Every day in the Hidden Mist was dull and dreary, but the gods had conjured up a particularly drab, overcast, oppressively gray sky for the day of Jouchaku Jiraiku's funeral. The chuunin, one of the more respected ones in the village, had fallen during a mission that had taken him out ...

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<r>He shook his head lightly. <COLOR color="lightcyan"><s>[color=lightcyan]</s><s>[b]</s>”These days I have more comrades than friends. Not a lot of socialization. Do the job, go home. It actually works pretty well, but lately...”<e>[/b]</e><e>[/color]</e></COLOR> He looked a little uncomfort...

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<r><COLOR color="brown"><s>[color=brown]</s><s>[b]</s>"And here I thought that you were the drab one of the group. What a every convincing threat, well-played."<e>[/b]</e><e>[/color]</e></COLOR> The compliment was so convincing in its delivery that it wouldn't be uncalled for to assume that t...

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<r><COLOR color="brown"><s>[color=brown]</s><s>[b]</s>"Mmmm. A shame. Perhaps you'll think of something less business-like that you need me for one day. It's been decades since I actually had a friend."<e>[/b]</e><e>[/color]</e></COLOR> With a bit of an affected grunt, he lifted himself out o...

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<r><COLOR color="lightcyan"><s>[color=lightcyan]</s><s>[b]</s>”Not like I wouldn't be back to visit, with my whole family here and everything. I'm sure I'd be able to work in some Kyogi-time, if you don't manage to piss me off so bad I never speak to you again by then.”<e>[/b]</e><e>[/color]<...

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<r><COLOR color="lightcyan"><s>[color=lightcyan]</s><s>[b]</s>”Always does,”<e>[/b]</e><e>[/color]</e></COLOR> he shot back in regard to the cold with just a hint of a smile. <COLOR color="lightcyan"><s>[color=lightcyan]</s><s>[b]</s>”That's one of the best reasons to go on missions. I act...

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<r>A shiver ran through Jiraiku, almost violent. It wasn't <s>[i]</s>that<e>[/i]</e> cold, but with the sky so overcast, the Jouchaku was having a little trouble keeping warm. He wrapped his arms around his chest and tucked his hands under his arm pits, hoping to conserve what little body hea...

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