Naruto Saigen Roleplay

<r><B><s>[b]</s>"Hm."<e>[/b]</e></B> He remarked with characteristic verbosity, shifting his gaze back to the sky above and path ahead. Fortunately for the dying conversation, he elaborated. <B><s>[b]</s>"Assuming a malevolent entity is behind the couple's disappearance, which at this point seems to...

<r><B><s>[b]</s>"Hm?"<e>[/b]</e></B> He asked innocently, as if he had no idea what she was talking, nor had noticed the brief, comforting gesture she had begun but quickly abandoned. He had a long history of ignoring things that made him uncomfortable or ashamed, and this did not seem a time to rev...

<r><B><s>[b]</s>"Hm."<e>[/b]</e></B> Was all the reply Aina's proposition received. It wasn't that Makoto thought it a bad idea. To the contrary, winning over people like Hyuuga Yumi was exactly how one such as she could regain the trust of the clan. Nor did he think his mother was an evil, or even ...

<r>Akira squawked amiably and latched on to Aina's garment with his vice-like talons. The merlin had grown significantly over the past year, though not nearly as quickly as ordinary bird; according to Makoto's falconry guides, this was a normal side effect of their extended longevity. That was fine ...

<r><BIG><s>[big]</s><B><s>[b]</s>The Half Ton Weight<e>[/b]</e></B><e>[/big]</e></BIG><br/> <I><s>[i]</s>Following the events of Atrophy<e>[/i]</e></I><br/> <br/> She slept deeply for the next day and a half, waking for nothing. An apprentice medic cheerfully observed that the patient looked calm an...

<r>As the strolled off towards the village gates, a pair keen, white eyes followed their movements as far as it could make them out, which was quite a distance. <COLOR color="coral"><s>[color=coral]</s><I><s>[i]</s>Hyuuga Aina.<e>[/i]</e></I><e>[/color]</e></COLOR> Yumi pondered, sitting alone in he...

<r>It was a difficult time to be a high-ranking member of the Hyuuga clan. Beat down, leaderless, and enfeebled by bickering, the clan had limped rather than charged forward in the months following the invasion of Konoha. But limping was better than crawling, and anything better than falling dead to...

<r><I><s>[i]</s>Ninjutsu Training (#6)<br/> <br/> Having taken place a number of months after the attack on Konoha<e>[/i]</e></I><br/> <br/> Makoto was in a bad mood. This, in itself, was hardly unusual; even before the events of however many months ago, he was hardly a cheery sort, and lately his a...

<r><I><s>[i]</s>Control Training (#5)<br/> <br/> Having taken place before his entrance into the academy<e>[/i]</e></I><br/> <br/> <COLOR color="#15AABC"><s>[color=#15AABC]</s>”It is a simple exercise, really. Place your hands here, flow a steady stream of chakra out from one and into the other, and...

<r>Takeo took a few moments to aide his ailing protege, and after a few moments the spasms stopped. Breathing heavily but evenly, Makoto nodded a silent thanks. It had not been the first time that Takeo had relieved such an attack, and he knew it would not be the last; even so, it irritated him trem...

<r>Aina's snap surprised and hurt him, more than he would care to admit. At such a terrible time as this, when the whole world seemed indifferent to or against him, a bit of coldness from some girl shouldn't have been able to wound him. But unlike the last time she had lashed out at him, now she was...

<r>Makoto's head was spinning, and not just from the oxygen deprivation (his lungs were not used to such prolonged use). But as Mino spoke, he did not avert his gaze to the floor, or the wall as he often did when disturbed or distressed. No, he kept his eyes, pleading, desperate for he knew not what...

<r><B><s>[b]</s>"Hm."<e>[/b]</e></B> At news like that, even Makoto's face could not help but to fall. He wondered what it would be like, to be rejected even by the beasts that once knew you as master. <B><s>[b]</s><I><s>[i]</s>Would be a lot quieter, that's for sure.<e>[/i]</e></I><e>[/b]</e></B> B...

<r>Makoto stared. He would curse himself a hundred times over for it, but in that moment, those heavy, ponderous, unrelenting seconds, he could do naught else. For as hard as he had taken the news when the official had explained it to him, he had not quite believed it. His despair had been too deep,...

<r><B><s>[b]</s>"Hm."<e>[/b]</e></B> Was the only response he made. Though her life wasn't exactly ideal at the moment (right now, whose was?), she seemed to be coping well enough. He had expressed his unfiltered opinion on her family matters once, the first time he visited her after Mino's fall fro...

<r>The thirty minutes preceding had been the longest in the chuunin's life. Of course, when a grim-faced, dangerous-looking shinobi had shown up at his house earlier that day, Makoto had been suspicious, if not outright hostile. He had been tempted to slam the door in the messenger's face, but the i...

<r>Makoto smirked. It was an ugly expression, and made his face look cruel. Though one side of his mouth slanted upward, there was neither humor nor happiness in it.<B><s>[b]</s>"Of course they are wrong."<e>[/b]</e></B> A little rude, but he was not thinking of politeness; he was thinking about <I>...

<r>As always, a minor, localized spasm accompanied Aina's touch; to a body unconditioned to it, intimacy can be as disturbing as violence. But she might notice the reaction was less pronounced than before, and vanished moments after it appeared. At the tender age of sixteen, Makoto was becoming accu...

<r>Mercifully, the blow connected, though by the time Makoto realized this he was already dancing out of striking distance; such was his way. Search for an opening, strike quickly, then back to safety. The simple strategy had served him well enough over the years, but recently he found the dance tir...

<r>Having served as Takeo's pupil for over a year, Makoto had spent quite a lot of time with the jounin. He had trained, studied, fought, worked, sweat, suffered, and succeeded under the older man's watchful eye, and the two would be forever linked by the sacred bond of master and student. There was...

<r>The strike connected weakly, but it was enough; Makoto felt the breezy chakra rush across his fingertips and into Aina's chest. For a moment, he allowed himself the luxury of worrying on his opponent's behalf. It wasn't a particularly powerful jutsu, but the idea behind it was a bit cruel, combin...

<r>In more ways than one, sparring with Aina reminded him of the many training sessions he had undergone with his elder sister Satomi. Both were tall, dark-haired Hyuuga kunoichi, skilled, fast, and uncompromising; let your guard down around either, and you would bear the bruise to prove it. <I><s>[...

<r><I><s>[i]</s><B><s>[b]</s>Fast!<e>[/b]</e></B><e>[/i]</e></I><br/> <br/> He had taken a chance with the fuuton technique, and Aina hadn't been fooled a second time. For an instant, the thinnest fraction of a second in which a shinobi was forced to decide or die (or just get wrecked by an enthusia...

<r>Makoto felt a small sense of satisfaction that he wasn't going to be the only one who got hit today. He had had plenty of days like that, and they were really not much fun. It wasn't that he enjoyed hurting others, but if there was going to be hurting done, it was only fair to spread it around a ...

<r><I><s>[i]</s><B><s>[b]</s>Well, she isn't fooling around today.<e>[/b]</e></B><e>[/i]</e></I><br/> <br/> . . . Is what Makoto would have thought, given a little more time to think it. As it was, the thoughts passing through his head as Aina dodged his attacks and began to channel an explosion of ...

<r>And just like that, the fight was on. The hour was early, but there was no hint of early morning sluggishness about Makoto. His mind was sharp, and his body was ready. Aina made the first move; nothing flashy, nothing requiring too much commitment. She was testing him, looking for an opening, but...

<r>A joyful screech on his left shoulder heralded the arrival of his companion; Makoto flinched, but this time neglected to threaten or scowl at the incorrigible hawk. While he would certainly rather not have the pest around most of the time, Akira did seem to be less unbearable than usual lately. <...

<t>It was getting easier. It was a slow improvement, so slight that at first it was nigh imperceptible. But as days became weeks, it became apparent to Makoto that he had passed the trough, and was beginning the difficult ascent back to normality.<br/> <br/> But not the normality he had known. Some ...

<r>Aina grinned, and he tried to reciprocate the expression. The result was a little bit . . . bizarre, but hopefully Aina could tell his heart was in the right place. He still didn't trust Kawa, but that didn't mean he couldn't trust his assistant. <I><s>[i]</s><B><s>[b]</s>Is that how it is? Do I ...

<r>As Takeo berated, reasoned, and lectured, Makoto stood with head bent, looking towards Mino but at nothing. His posture was one of dutiful repentance, but his expression was not. It was empty, and though Takeo tried his level best to fill his deflated spirit with lent vigor, it simply drained thr...

<r>As Aina responded, it was Makoto's turn to sip tea and contemplate. <I><s>[i]</s><B><s>[b]</s>Move on.<e>[/b]</e></B><e>[/i]</e></I> How many times had those two words been directed at a bereaved, suffering soul? It made it sound easy, as if he put enough distance between himself and the pain, th...

<r>He was embarrassed. She was taken aback. The desire to be elsewhere came then, and came strong. He went so far as quickly glancing over his shoulder to determine the best course of escape, when Aina moved.<br/> <br/> As her strong, warm hand grabbed his slightly smaller one, his body stiffened, s...

<r>The silence, though brief, was thoroughly uncomfortable. Makoto fidgeted and looked out a nearby window. Except he wasn't standing next to a window, he was standing next to a cupboard, so he spent a few seconds examining Aina's cutlery before she spoke up. He glanced back, and almost looked away ...

<r>Takeo touched him. For a moment, every muscle in his lightly toned body tensed, like a deer about to flee, or a wolf about to pounce. Then the corned animal was gone, and there was simply Makoto, the man, the boy, the abandoned. He stopped making the noise, whatever it had been, but did not look ...

<r>Makoto was glad to see that his conversation redirection had worked, and gladder still to see his troublesome bird returned to his shoulder where he belonged. It wasn't that he liked having Akira on his shoulder, or really anywhere near him at all, but if the merlin was going to commit mischief, ...

<r>Makoto was getting to understand the reputation that escort missions held among shinobi older and more experience than he. Leaving the village for an extended duration wasn't such an issue; many solitary or adventurous individuals enjoyed spending some time away from the familiar bustle and stuff...

<r><B><s>[b]</s>"If you say so."<e>[/b]</e></B> Truth be told, Makoto hadn't spent much time considering how the merlin felt about him. To some extent, he had always assumed the bird was being contrary on purpose, like an attention-seeking boy annoying his aloof older brother. <B><s>[b]</s><I><s>[i]...

<r>Makoto watched and listened; what else could he have done? The cool air became warm, the calm atmosphere suddenly unbearably stuffy, and all he wanted to was run, run like a panicked deer. His small frame tensed, and his breathing accelerated, short, shallow, rushed. The room wasn't a sanctuary, ...

<r>As soon as Aina made it clear that she was okay with the bird's intrusion, Makoto sat back in his chair, trying to keep and half-succeeding to keep his face from turning red. At the same time, he found himself fighting an unfamiliar, ridiculous urge to smile. Aina was smiling, in a tired sort of ...

<r><B><s>[b]</s>"Oh, well, of course."<e>[/b]</e></B> Really, it oughtn't to have surprised him much. Though only a few months old and possessing barely enough brainpower to walk in a straight line, the bird was degrees more charming than her sullen, joyless master. That, too, annoyed him.<br/> <br/...