Naruto Saigen Roleplay

<r><COLOR color="#dde"><s>[color=#dde]</s>"Oh, I dunno..."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> Iriumi trailed off and turned to the path, unsure of quite how to explain. He knew there was such an organization in the village: for spying, rather than whatever you would call the traditional shinobi's function. Obvi...

<r>At first, Iriumi only smiled: yeah, he could understand that. He was only a Genin and training was already eating up so much of his schedule, so he could only imagine it got that much worse when the stakes and standards are higher. He had that acknowledgment on his tongue, but let it go as she co...

<r>The distinction, at first, wasn't lost on young Iriumi: walking, not talking, but that was his fault. He hadn't intended to imply she need tell him anything, and so he smiled and shook his head just a little at her reply. <COLOR color="#dde"><s>[color=#dde]</s>"Cool,"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> he wo...

<r>It took a moment or two longer for Iriumi to get his bearings before he stood straight and even with Izumi: he wasn't quite sure how to explain himself, but it would seem he wouldn't have to. He found her response welcoming, and it served to relax him a little: he was able to step back into a sha...

<r>He could feel the air grow cold in the still somewhat small space between them in the next few moments, when it was still quiet. Iriumi was in a bit of a fog, nameless confliction and confusion ready to spill from him, until he felt her hand on him: touch had a way of changing everything.<br/> <b...

<t>Iriumi grew a little stiff as he laid there in the grass, listening. He was at once sympathetic and frustrated: what did she want from him? What could he say at this point that could contribute? Further exposition would only serve to drive in his lack of consequence in the matter: she might as we...

<r>Ruto expected her retort, and grinned out toward the horizon as he listened: maybe she'd never have genin, or maybe she'd change, but it was far too pleasant a few moments to be distracted by the future. The cool air, the hot, delicious caramel sauce, and a moment of good company were enough for ...

<r>Iriumi closed his eyes when he felt Izumi touch the grass beside him. There was a lot on his mind, but nothing he could really sort out: her arriving at least served to give him something to focus on, even if it also left him conflicted. It was so much easier... not having to see anything right n...

<r>Iriumi lifted his vision when he heard his name, and his frown returned when he saw Izumi headed his way again: it wasn't that it was a bad thing she'd found him; he just now had to face that he'd walked out on her. <COLOR color="#dde"><s>[color=#dde]</s>"I'm here,"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> He call...

<r>Ruto had given the Jounin a scowl for a couple of moments at her harsh gesture, but didn't say anything: it wasn't like he didn't understand why, but her reaction, to him, had been a little harsh. He continued on, however, and had only to watch her as she processed his words, ruminated, and respo...

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<r>Ruto gave a nod at first to the older boy's assertions about learning the Yoshin style; travelling outside the country and spending some time at a major dojo must have been a great experience. Sometimes, you're able to get a taste of where the style began at some of those bigger, older schools: m...

<r>The subtle exchange underscoring their conversation wasn't lost on Iriumi either, and a disparaging feeling crept into him as he waited in the pause between their words: that awkward moment when someone presumed something of your expectations and intentions, right? The enthusiasm was drained from...

<r><COLOR color="#dde"><s>[color=#dde]</s>"No, no, it's not about that,"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> he had to start, a little flustered at her making that connection. He hadn't thought about Mii or why she'd sent him over here since the red from his cheeks had first faded; this was something different. ...

<r>Despite the change of moods, he couldn't help but to take up a faint and understanding smile. Poor thing, trying to salvage his positivity; he'd have reached out and interrupted her, let her know it was okay, if both her hands weren't already occupied. It was an instinct of his. He let his hand r...

<r>Ruto understood the danger in what he'd done, and that it hadn't been the right move, but he gave a bit of a smirk to the older woman when she scorned him. <COLOR color="#063"><s>[color=#063]</s>"Well, you wanted something new, didn't you?"<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> He stuck his tongue out at her br...

<r>All the tension and intensity of their short battle collected into a dull buzz in Ruto's mind and throughout his body. He was very suddenly stopped: he felt, but couldn't follow the Jounin's change of heart, and how she'd spun him around. Everything was numbing, buzzing, but he felt her hand tigh...

<r>Ruto perked up, likely just along the lines of the other boy's expectations, at his mention of the Yoshin style and especially his book. Ruto himself had been limited in his study of taijutsu primarily to books and his own fledgling experimentation, so if this fellow had actually learned all that...

<r>The direction their conversation had taken had been somewhat chilling, and Iriumi found himself a little more hunched, a little more drained from the understanding, supportive self that normally came bubbling out in situations like these. The extent to which this was outside of his ability to hel...

<r>Iriumi didn't change his expression all throughout Izumi's initial reaction, sort of hanging on the realization that he might have gone a little over the top in his offer of friendship. When she changed the subject, he let it fall off him and took a breath, listening along as she explained her id...

<r>Izumi's comment took him back. For the frail little boy he'd been, he'd certainly managed to weasel his way into a lot of lives: there probably wasn't a shop owner or hostess in town who didn't know his name. He wasn't sure he thought of it that way, but he loved Kumogakure, and so yes-it really ...

<r>If there was anything to be given away in the girl's mannerisms or momentary lapse in disguise, Iriumi didn't have the faculties to detect it. He took another sip of tea; this was good. It calmed him. His smile seemed to return to its normal, gentle self, and he closed his eyes for just a moment ...

<r>The red in Iriumi's cheeks did not recede, and he gave a light bow to her acceptance of him. <COLOR color="#dde"><s>[color=#dde]</s>"Thank you, miss."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> IT didn't occur to him until after he'd already done so that she was blind and likely had no idea he'd given the gesture. I...

<r>Iriumi let the banner over the Chihatsu entryway brush through his hair as he entered, the warm aromas of flowered teas and steaming meals washing over and through him and instantly bringing a smile to his face. Boy did he love this place: it only took a few moments for the warmth to fill him up,...

<r>There was a moment or two when Ruto's eyes hovered in the space between this fellow and his designs: under his judgment. This was awkward: this wasn't the sort of thing he'd intended to share. At least it was only the start: there wasn't anything here it would be terribly embarrassing to have jud...

<r>It had been a good plan... He'd never really slipped up, until now. <br/> <SPOILER spoiler="Jutsu Used"><s>[spoiler=Jutsu Used]</s><B><s>[b]</s><COLOR color="#CDC1C5"><s>[color=#CDC1C5]</s>[Genjutsu • False Missile]<e>[/color]</e></COLOR><e>[/b]</e></B><br/> D-Ranked Illusion Genjutsu<br/> A sigh...

<r>There were a few moments following in which Ruto didn't speak. His state of mind was shifting: the social tension between them was melting away as they spoke, and he could feel in himself that there were walls coming down. There was no time in the midst of conversation to perceive such a feeling....

<r>Iriumi coughed heavily into the air below them for a few seconds, muffled by the hand still over his mouth. The fact that he was able to maintain his Iijutsu should have been proof enough of the skewed nature of his endurance in favor of chakra control. He felt the Jounin's stability against his ...

<r>Ruto had his pencil on the sketch when he heard the door creak behind him, and he couldn't help but to redirect his attention backward: not so much just because someone else had wandered into the archives, but because he had done so in a way that painted him immediately out of place. Irregular fo...

<t>The quivering of aged paper and the clicking of binds and pencils were all the sound that could reach Ruto over the ever droning buzz of the fluorescent lighting hanging all around him. The young genin stood wearily over a flat-topped desk: his posture a little strained from having been standing ...

<r>It took a moment or two for Iriumi's mind to return to his surroundings and the real world, and he didn't notice the tiny creature approaching him until it made a point of getting his attention: So much had happened in the past couple of days and, while he as a person wasn't taken to dwelling, hi...

<r>He hadn't really been sure what he was expecting, but now wasn't really the time to get serious either: they'd had a lot of fun for just having bumped into each other. Iriumi held himself up and rested his hands together, slowly and precisely playing through the handseals for one of his medical t...

<r>He'd wondered if maybe he would have surprised the Jounin with that Genjutsu: he'd developed it himself. It seemed like it still needed work, though: in his attempt to make it "invisible" as a Genjutsu, he may have made the the fixation property too weak. In any event, her disregard for it's pull...

<r>Iriumi listened, still supine, to the footsteps and then the words of the jounin Aiko as she stood over him. For a moment or two he said nothing: there was a certain appeal in lying on one's back. It was relaxing, even if he was laying on a bed of gravel. He let his arms lay flat.<br/> <br/> <COL...

<r><I><s>[i]</s>'Whaaat!?<e>[/i]</e></I> Iriumi furrowed his brow at the Jounin's mocking display of strength. How does that even-? How did she do that!? He never lost his pleasant vigor, but his expression became a proverbial, if not a physical, jaw drop, and his mock outrage was for a moment very ...

<r>Ruto gave a quizzical look at the older boy's blade as he briefly drew attention to it: sure, it was just an uchigatana, but it's not like Ruto had seen many of those in the couple of years he'd lived here in the village. He could only wonder who Ryoga was, or what the Kekkan Kansen was. He actua...

<t>Iriumi kept his smile through the hair-ruffling. He didn't usually act this way, but today was fixing to be a pretty weird day all around. He'd just been at a low point in his training, bumped into this strange lady, and her personality wore off on him. He had a tendency to bend his behavior in t...

<r>It took a couple of seconds before the genin understood what she's meant, gesturing around to the landscape around them like that. At first it seemed like a 'just around here, like anyone else does' sort of gesture, but her mention of lumber and rubble made him reconsider just what sort of Streng...

<r><I><s>[i]</s>Aiko.<e>[/i]</e></I> It was a nice name. <COLOR color="#dde"><s>[color=#dde]</s>"I bet."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> Iriumi took a long breath of the fresh mountain air and dropped his arms, spinning about to face the older woman again. He'd actually been contemplating what direction to t...

<r>The young man gave a cool smirk as she shook his hand. <COLOR color="#dde"><s>[color=#dde]</s>"Well, nice to meet you, Ms. Ataijutsu User. I'm Iriumi."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> He broke from her hand courteously as he spoke. She was strong: he could feel it in the musculature of her palms and finge...