Naruto Saigen Roleplay

<r>A quick glance at Yato, an open ear, and Chikusen understood. Nodding, the traveling swordsman pulled out his map and took a glance, discerning their location within several moments. <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"There is a tavern nearby,"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> he quietly sta...

<r><COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"A seedier side of town,"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> Chikusen briskly replied, trying to avoid the small mounds of manure that dotted the roads; he dared not check if they came from human or animal. <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"The...

<r>The rural countryside was one of those types of places that Chikusen never minded; not the kind of place he wanted to live in, mind you, but the type that he'd always admired when passing through, with its rustic beauty and peaceful atmosphere.<br/> <br/> Seeing as they were walking through the m...

<r>It all began with a rumor.<br/> <br/> Chikusen was sitting in the inn last night, minding his own business when the four men at the next table, obviously drunk, began to loudly recall their horror stories. It wasn't that he wanted to listen in, but he was waiting for his food and they were just t...

<r><COLOR color="olive"><s>[color=olive]</s>"Clones, take another step in."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> Shusui gave the command; Shusui's steam clones complied. <COLOR color="olive"><s>[color=olive]</s>"At this rate the two of you might want to start consider how to fight while hugging one another."<e>[/...

<r><I><s>[i]</s>Well, this is going to be interesting.<e>[/i]</e></I><br/> <br/> Mizugu had looked on silently as his upcoming teammate tried, almost died, and tried again. On one hand, he began to worry about whether or not he would have to constantly watch out for this boy's life as a member of th...

<r>In silence, Chikusen returned his sword fully to its sheath, returning to his regular state of tranquil absentmindedness as quickly as he had left it. It looked like there was no need to worry about accidental murder, not today.<br/> <br/> In any case, the young swordsman and makeshift-navigator ...

<r>So, he was Awai-sensei, it seemed. A mixture of that formal aura that teacher-figures had, and the joy of youth unbroken. Judging by his own introduction - a well-qualified man. That last part he didn't completely understand, but it sounded impressive nonetheless. Mizugu took to committing the na...

<r>Chikusen had only been under the effect of a genjutsu once, and that was pretty intense.<br/> <br/> This was <I><s>[i]</s>terrifying<e>[/i]</e></I>.<br/> <br/> Was this the power of Yukiyo's eyes? To summon forth monsters of darkness and shadow, even in broad daylight? He saw them everywhere from...

<r><COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Excuse me, what-"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><br/> <br/> Alas, there was no time for discussion; feeling imminent risk towards his health and life despite the obvious physical fragility of the incoming girl, Chikusen did the obvious - leaping backwards...

<r>Chikusen was generally a light sleeper; on the waters, this would prove to be an advantage for him. <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Take a rest now, wake up again when we reach-"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> he paused mid-sentence, realizing, for once, that maybe he was saying too muc...

<r>Chikusen shook his head. <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"No, it was a- what did he call it. Kekkei something? progeni-something? Progenesis? Progeny? Something along those lines. He didn't seem too worried about it."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><br/> <br/> In any case, the wandering s...

<r><COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"It's...most definitely a special ability,"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> Chikusen complimented, as he turned around and laid his map flat on a plank of wood serving as a makeshift table for the moment. He, after all, still had his work to go about, even ...

<r>Oh no, she was one of <I><s>[i]</s>those<e>[/i]</e></I> girls, the ones that hit people for fun. Chikusen nearly grimaced if not for the worry that her seeing that might cause her to hit him again. Not to mention overly-obsessed girlfriend-type of figure. Thankfully, Chikusen had to remind himsel...

<r><I><s>[i]</s>Oh.<br/> <br/> This<e>[/i]</e></I> was the type of relationship those two had.<br/> <br/> Massaging the part of his head that was so unceremoniously struck, Chikusen couldn't help but give an odd glance. He'd thought Yato was a strange one, this here girl was...something else. He sho...

<r>Admiring his handiwork- or rather, the work of those under him - Shusui gave a nod of approval.<br/> <br/> And then he was slammed back as one of the thug's bodies struck him full force, seeing as one's head is always connected to one's bodies, and thus one's head hitting the top of a door frame ...

<r>What the fu-<br/> <br/> Before he knew it, Chikusen's hands were already on his blade, ready to draw it with a single moment's notice. The map, once in his hands, fell harmlessly to the ground. Already, his feet were moving and his body in a combat-ready stance, made only more noticeable by the f...

<r><COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"I was born and raised in Tea Country; have you seen how reliant on the ocean we are?"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><br/> <br/> Unlike his companion here, Chikusen was of a much more somber, serious mood; after all, Tea Country was his home, regardless of...

<r>The eagerness with which Mizugu bit down and consumed that chocolate was utterly amazing. The facial expression that he made as it realized that the chocolate's effect was slightly delayed relative to that of the pill was priceless. The horror upon his realization of such was indescribable.<br/> ...

<r>Though the shroud of steam made sight difficult, Shusui could most definitely hear the two of them in there, fighting and yelling with increasing levels of hostility. That was a good thing; he was starting to succeed in replicating what his own sensei in the past did to him.<br/> <br/> <COLOR col...

<r><COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Are you sure that it's possible? I mean, this doesn't sound unlikely, but it sounds...to easy to be true, I guess."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><br/> <br/> No, there was nobody around - Chikusen was just talking to himself, as he read from a scroll that...

<r>Today was a good day.<br/> <br/> For Mizugu, checking the mail was a part of daily routine; after all, that was how he received any packages of art supplies. Today, something that he'd been awaiting for quite a while finally arrived - the moment he read the letter, Mizugu immediately took off, fi...

<r>This scroll was- interesting, to say the least. From an entire evening spent in reading and translation, Chikusen had finally figured out virtually all of this particular scroll's contents; it was a training scroll for ninjutsu. Specifically, a scroll that detailed a variety of what would appear ...

<r>That was an easy guess.<br/> <br/> Chikusen shook his head. <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Just- a learned man, that's all."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> He was neither a samurai - taught by one, but no more - nor a merchant, not a noble, and <I><s>[i]</s>definitely<e>[/i]</e></I> no...

<r>Sitting in the middle of a clearing in the woods, Chikusen's back was hunched over as he leaned forwards to read the contents of one of the scrolls that he'd taken from the tomb, as the young swordsman poured over its contents with nothing less than the greatest interest. Though it was written in...

<r>Another day, another skill to improve on- yesterday was the day Chikusen had successfully climbed up a tree. Or rather, walked straight up it. Encouraged by his recent success, the young man decided to take on the other jutsu that he had failed in his initial trainings with Yato - the jutsu for w...

<r>Here he was, standing in the middle of a forest; it was quiet, it was peaceful, and yet even then Chikusen found that his breathing felt a bit rushed, his mind racing as memories began to flow back into his conscious mind. These memories alone were enough to make him grimace, as images of himself...

<r>Pacing around his room, Chikusen considered what to do this evening. The inn's rooms were decent in size, and clean - thank goodness, clean - and the minimalist furniture weren't at all anything less than pleasant, but for some reason he just couldn't sleep yet. There had to be something he could...

<r>Exiting the restroom after finishing his duty (doodie? duty? aha!) and following the proper sanitation protocols as dictated by a nice little sign hung next to the sink, Shusui opened the bathroom door and walked out leisurely. It was good, all was good, the emptiness one felt after a considerabl...

<r><COLOR color="olive"><s>[color=olive]</s>"Hmm..."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><br/> <br/> Jouchaku Shusui was a a utilitarian man; years of work as a chef had taught him to make the most of whatever he could get his hands on. If it was a small fish, he would learn to make a meal of a small fish. If it ...

<r>Chikusen was learning something new everyday.<br/> <br/> So, Yato was something akin to a new breed of koi in a pond of the ornamental fish, or at least such was the first comparison that came to his mind. Though the idea of ninjas possessing advantageous differences from normal people in their v...

<r>Wait a minute, just wait a minute, one out of these two people wasn't familiar with bloodlines yet. Which one? Proceed with the next line.<br/> <br/> <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Is your eye alright? I've seen people get hit pretty hard in the face, but that right there- shou...

<r>Chikusen sat in the middle of the room he was in, legs crossed and peering over a scroll that he had laid out before himself. He was in an inn in a small town - a simple town, almost entirely civilian in population, and a relatively big inn. The door was locked and the windows closed; so there wa...

<r>Chikusen didn't enjoy water.<br/> <br/> It wasn't about the life-sustaining water of which he partook daily. It wasn't about showers or baths, or even the occasional trip to hot springs. It wasn't about puddles or rain, or the rivers and lakes.<br/> <br/> Chikusen didn't enjoy <I><s>[i]</s>sudden...

<r>The run to the exit was in no manner exciting; by going through the side passages, they had all but guaranteed not to stumble upon any of the more interesting parts of the tomb - like that was going to stop Chikusen from marveling.<br/> <br/> <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Thes...

<r>A quick glance at his companion told Chikusen that perhaps it would be better to fight defensively. <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Yato- is that how you normally fight?"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> Because that was one of the scariest methods of fighting he had ever seen, like a rag...

<r><COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"Of course."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><br/> <br/> A moment to steady himself was all that Chikusen needed, before he charged towards the stone sentinels as they did towards him.<br/> <br/> Earlier, Yato had decapitated one of the statues with a single...

<r>Right, there was an army of stone soldiers chasing after them, he almost forgot about that. Chikusen had no choice in the matter, though; he could only continue running with a sigh, for the scrolls that he was unable to pick up.<br/> <br/> <COLOR color="goldenrod"><s>[color=goldenrod]</s>"There m...

<r>A wise choice; though Chikusen didn't realize it, his training gave him a mobility that would indeed make him more apt to be in the lead when it came to, of all things, running away.<br/> <br/> Going from zero to full sprint in a matter of seconds wasn't normally possible, but to be fair, so was ...

<r>At Yato's beckoning, Chikusen ran to read anything and everything he could; though he was knowledgeable in this realm, the fact was that the text was ancient and far more diverse than he'd originally realized. At best, he could read maybe almost half of any line of ancient script.<br/> <br/> At Y...