Naruto Saigen Roleplay

<r><COLOR color="#FF00FF"><s>[color=#FF00FF]</s>"As I said, I will at least try, Minoru, that said that is what I am going to do, try."<e>[/color]</e></COLOR> He uttered, beginning the journey up towards the perilously placed window, his soft-spoken voice fading as he ventured up. Fate often dictate...

<r>Fate is one hell of a thing. One moment it seems like everything is stacked against you, then out of nowhere comes the likes of some deus ex machina that seemingly solves all of one's problems, but more often that doesn't happen and good people die seemingly senseless deaths. Whether that was the...

<r>Truth be told, Kouhiko never woke up one morning saying that he was going to learn shinobi magic. He had been traveling somewhere in Fire Country where he fell under prey by the likes of some brigands, who outnumbers him, sure he won the fight but at great cost. A series of rather dull, but silly...

<r>It probably wasn’t wise to speak so much in metaphors, they made speech more muddled and confusing that he needed to be. Before Kouhiko could spend more time than necessary pondering the Dokuja’s possible reference to the all too common phenomena of accidental consumption deadly nightshade, he wa...

<r>An apparently sincere stating of a lack of intention to educate Kouhiko in the ways of cloak and dagger was taken at full face value. You couldn’t really blame literal minded Kouhiko for going straight into the likes of duplicity at the mention of trickery, he was more fond of the term cantrip to...

<r>There were too many people willing to open statements with suggestions of callous violence, it got a bit old. Kouhiko frowned, his faith put into theories of reincarnation. Life was shared, and every living thing was once another living thing: men became flowers, women became centipedes, flowers ...

<r>The swamp on any given day was just outright terrifying, something about now was more unsettling than anything else. Unsettled tended to have a more poignant effect than outright terror; the feeling that some<I><s>[i]</s>thing<e>[/i]</e></I> was behind a door was a more notable feeling than the f...

<t>A singular petal dropping into a bowl of still water was usually enough to not have said water remain all that still. That is to say that even the most tranquil of things could be upset by the more benign of things given the right circumstances. All of that was really just a roundabout way to say...

<r>Kouhiko had to offer anything he possibly could to the people (the vague concept that acted as his lord). While he was able to offer manual labor, and his sword from to time, he realized that he had consistently neglected one of the many skills he did possess. You see, while Kouhiko was taught to...

<r>It was for the best that she dragged Kouhiko towards the destination, as Kouhiko wasn’t all that great with directions, especially when in a town that was pretty foreign to him. Either way, he usually didn’t accept jobs dealing with criminals or anything that would deal with violence, but he was ...

<r>There really wasn’t much a day to ruin. Kouhiko staggered a bit as he made his way through town, not a ryo in his pocket and a not a scrap in his stomach. Occasionally he would be bothered by the sound of his own stomach making a sound akin to the tiger on the prowl. When vision was blocked by a ...

<t>The road from point A to point B was a road of varying length, depending on which those two points were. In this case both A and B weren’t defined, meaning the road was rather long, seeing as it was more of a series of roads that became a singular road in a more metaphorical sense. Regardless, th...

<r>Katsura was busy sleeping in a rather awkward position on the simple cot in his cramped, small apartment. He was mostly dressed while lying on his cot, and he let out periodic bursts of noise that signified that his dormant, mangled body was simply off for the night and not the result of a horrif...

<r>The fact that he got the right place in the first go at least meant he wasn’t going to be late. But now where was work to be done, and thieves to incapacitate. Ready to work, Katsura followed suit, crouching and getting behind the covering stacks. <br/> <br/> Once given the general direction of t...

<r>Katsura rarely went on missions these days, which was mainly the reason he was living in relative poverty. Once it came down to the time where his fridge no longer had even old food, he thought it best to go back out and complete some work for the fine village of rock. Luckily for him, he managed...

<r>No matter how damn frightening the bear was, Kouhiko could not make the first strike against it, as that was the code he followed. Kouhiko knew his limits, and a bear of that size was defiantly above his limits. He looked up, a bit awestruck at the collective might and general intimidating nature...

Call the proper authorities.

<r>(Samurai, not ninja. :^D)<br/> <br/> Kouhiko had his head in the clouds along the stroll. He could get used to body guard work if it was just this. Sadly, work actually came up, and Kouhiko was forced to snap back into reality. He had to scout ahead and deal with whatever blocked their path, <COL...

<r>Kouhiko simply nodded as he was given the rounds of people he was going to be paid to protect. He could really sympathize with Tsuuka. He suffered from the same issue: Having a look more in common with a bifuaxnen than a bishounen. Regardless, they all seemed like good enough people, but that was...

<r><br/> “The best offense is good defense or something of the sort… Eh whatever, man. Anyway, a good defensive strategy can be summed up by the phrase ‘just get the hell out of the way.’” Were the words ringing in Kouhiko’s head as his ninjutsu instructor readied himself with a needlessly metallic ...

<r>Yeah, the morning was young, but Kouhiko was pretty good with pacing himself. Instead of going straight to the camp after waking up, he simply opted to take up in the darkened early morning at the “so late it’s early” hour. This gave him plenty of time to do his daily morning meditation ritual, i...

<r>[Jutsu Training 2: Nobody Pulls Harder Than the Ground]<br/> <br/> Kouhiko was a bit stunned, this particular training involved very little ninjutsu so far. All he had to do was scale a wall, so far aided by a grappling hook and a decently stable rope. There really wasn’t all that much t—It was t...

<r>[Jutsu Training 1: Never Confuse a Clone and a Mirror]<br/> <br/> Kouhiko was still recovering from a pretty serious injury as well an incredibly brief and confusing introduction to Ninjutsu. For now, all he had were his instructor’s instructions. All he had to do was make the signs for ram, snak...

<t>[Training 2: It Is Really Important to Pace Out Your Studies]<br/> <br/> Instead of giving Kouhiko a lecture, his instructor thought it best to just throw him to the dogs. He had one night to learn all the basics of the workings of chakra and ninjutsu, and then pass a test with a score of %100 or...

<t>[Training 1: Always Properly Pace Your Studies]<br/> <br/> Kouhiko had one night to learn the basics of chakra, and all he had was a big dusty book. Without hesitation he cracked the book open, and the first page provided him with a bit of much needed information. For the most part, shinobi molde...

<r>[Adventure 2: Never Accepted Medical Treatment From Strangers]<br/> <br/> Most of the time, Kouhiko was down to earth and peaceful. Of course, there were times in which Kouhiko was forced into battle, generally at the hand of a group of obviously unsavory bandits.<br/> <br/> The battle had progre...

<r>[Adventure 1: Never Drink Water From a Stream]<br/> <br/> There was an odd design in the sand making up the path between two border towns in Grass and Fire respectable. It best resembled pair footprints, but beside was the line that curved and zigzagged, but yet, remained parallel to the pattern ...

<r>Oh right. They served food here. As much as Kouhiko may have wanted to take up Shiroume’s offer or request, Kouhiko shared the same amount of poverty. However, Kouhiko could have paid, if he actually <I><s>[i]</s>kept<e>[/i]</e></I> his money. But no, Kouhiko was rather frugal and lived off as li...

I mostly use Lewiis.

I like the light, mild colors.

<r>Kouhiko was forced into a mild shiver with the chill that the very air brought on. Still, despite some mild discomfort, he managed to press on forward up the road towards the destination that had requested his assistance. He kept a dignified gait, although hardly one that showed any haste. Before...

cook

<r>Such animosity just hammered in the thought that Youko was on the edge of reason. Still, he was finally willing to comply with this final feat, which meant he was either going to get horrible injured, or Youko was going to walk away with a success under her belt. <br/> <br/> Youko crossed her arm...

<r>Well, she had managed to get a reaction, although not one of fear and eventual compliance, but one of just plain anger. It was understandable; Youko had a tendency to get incredibly abrasive. As stated many times within the long, but yet so short scope of this thread. She sighed, knowing that emp...

<r>As much as Kouhiko had compassion, he honestly didn't have much else. While Shiroume had a family to aid him acquisition of assets, and Kuseikatsu had a clan to offer troops, Kouhiko had his sword and a theistic background. Although, with the ending of the cycle and Kuseikatsu’s ejected hand. It ...

<r>It warmed Kouhiko’s heart to know he helped another, particularly on matters such as one place in the vast cosmos. Still, he couldn’t exactly take credit for any of it, seeing as such musings were firmly rooted in the writings of the founder of his faith. Of course, those musings on such musings ...

<r>As much as Kouhiko didn’t want to agree with Shiroume, he had to see his point in that their marital culture was a rather unifying factor. As important was the way of the sword was, it was often lost on Kouhiko who was more invested in the spiritual side of the hagakure. Such spiritualism was eno...

<r>Still. Kouhiko didn’t get it, perhaps there was much more to Shiroume’s encounter with this Kuseikatsu. They fought, and life was on the line. That wasn’t something Kouhiko could take so lightly. Nobody was meant to die at the hands of another over nothing. His mind wandered a bit, into the realm...

<r>Youko was taken aback. Suddenly the boy had lost all the confidence he had built up; it was a feeling that Youko didn’t know at all, confidence on the border of concededness was her lifeblood. Still, she had to set up a front as if she understood what her protégé was going through, <COLOR color="...

<r>As his compatriots went on about numbers, a thought crossed his mind. Underlings? Uh-oh. Kouhiko was hardly the controlling sort; he was effectively a traveling sage-in the making. Sadly, Kouhiko didn’t have a clan to fall back on. At best, he could probably gather up a group of well-meaning raga...

<r>As much as Kouhiko may have been facing Shiroume, he was busy sitting with his eyes very much closed in his perpetually relaxed state. What help he was, Kuseikatsu could have been murdered all sorts of ways on Koyhiko’s watch. But thankfully, it was just casual murder among friends. With Shiroume...