Naruto Saigen Roleplay

<r>Hoten watched the girl while standing along the wall. His eyes scrutinized her. A Shoshiki would always have a hard time hiding as their emotions were often easiest to reflect. It was in their eyes and their bodies. Most could be alerted at the clear signs of struggle, fear, sadness. Hoten read t...

<r>“<COLOR color="Powderblue"><s>[color=Powderblue]</s>…Amaya?<e>[/color]</e></COLOR>”<br/> <br/> He stared at the girl in bewilderment. Hoten was always the emotional. Overwhelmingly empathetic towards everyone else that he was suffering for it. In a place like a funeral he was at his worst but as ...

<r>The ceremony was simple enough. Without immediate family the village would have its officials give condolences to the clan leaders. Anyone else would honor the dead by any way they chose. Hoten knew that they didn’t have any remains to bury. Supposedly the body was burned unrecognizably. No one w...

<r>Kamizuru puffed out his chest as all would know he had a fatal case of vanity. There was no one watching at the moment but that didn’t make him any less enigmatic. Kamizuru seemed to always have more than a showman’s level of flamboyance. He had the flamboyance that could only be exhumed by someo...

<t>“Oh good, Gekido…” <br/> <br/> Hoten spoke while checking his roaster for the name of this Enkouten boy. He read out some of his basic stats and physical reports, to get acquainted. He seemed to have no problems in the academy or in his previous tests as far as physical skills went. He was even a...

<t>Hoten wore his flak jacket which was customary in official ceremonies. Underneath he wore simple black clothes to pay his own respect in this tragic gathering. His forehead protector was tucked into his pocket as he stood at the far corner at the back. His eyes were kept low. He stared at his own...

<t>Hoten kept his glance on Aimi, keeping an eye on her signs and not waiting for her jutsu to activate. He launched a volley of arrows and watched as she danced around them the best she could while still maintaining distance from his centaur. The giant glass sculpture kept on her. The order was to ...

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<r>Kamizuru shed his cloak. A desert night was probably the one of the coldest climates on earth but Kamizuru fret for it very little. Dying orange rays of the sun beat back the frigid air but night would be soon upon them. The golden king of gods had a lavish plan for this evening but was forced to...

<r>At first Kamizuru’s brow was at a silent arch truly wondering if he had chosen the right person. While the self-proclaimed king of all gods did make mistakes as he was bound by this mortal flesh, he truly hated mistaking the human heart. His ambition laid in understanding the hearts of mortals an...

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<r>Hoten kept his eyes pinned to the roaster and his face was covered by the clipboard. His finger tapped against the back of the cardboard nervously. His cheeks and nose were growing pinker with discomfort. He needed to remember his mediation techniques. Hoten took a few moments to breath. Inhaling...

<r><SPOILER title="A rank"><s>[spoiler=A rank]</s>“Fire,” Hoten commanded the glass centaur, thinking that no harm could come of it. The centaur received his order and rose the bow and aimed. It released the glass bow and Hoten could hear a gnashing sound as the glass fiber string was plucked. The g...

<t>“Shatter,” Hoten cursed softly as he stood in the overseer’s hub of this encampment. He paced a few times back and forth in the empty room and cursed his fate over and over again. “Shatter.”<br/> <br/> He looked out the window to find a stretch of barren yet mostly flat land dotted by maybe a hun...

<r>“Shatter!” Hoten cursed as Aimi was struck by all that splintered glass. He had to hand it to her though, she seemed more than determined. As a ninja who preached about his own willpower and internal strength seeing her take the jutsu and keep going was slightly arousing. Shatter. He realized tha...

<r>“Shatter. I understand.” Hoten managed through a dried mouth. His eyes were filled with pain and sorrow but he kept his glance low. The man offered comfort but the young Shoshiki preferred not to drag other into his heartache. When he finally looked up at the Enkouten’s emblazoned eyes Hoten was ...

<r>Kamizuru watched her with a raised brow. His expression was that of real surprise and a peculiar kind of interest. He listened to her recite from memory. He watched her odd little idiosyncrasies, her movements and even the expression of neutrality. She knew of him something beyond a bit of rumor....

<t>Hoten listened to every word the man told him, and then replayed it in his head over and over again. He truly hoped he was dreaming. He wished more than anything that this was some elaborate trick and Akane would just pop up behind the rubble unharmed. Yet she didn’t. How could this- why had this...

<t>Kamizuru actually didn’t manage to catch her before she made it to him. Sure he saw a glassed woman walk toward him but he only afforded her a cursory glance before deciding that this couldn’t be her. He hadn’t spent any real time investigating her appearance. Of course it didn’t matter because s...

<t>Hoten watched as the Enkouten in front of him seemed to be slightly distraught. He acted as if he was troubled. The boy silently questioned just what kind of day he was having. Of course Hoten was only going to wait until the man was ready to respond.<br/> <br/> His eyebrow rose with mild surpris...

<t>Kamizuru was sitting at the rendezvous on a very specific corner street of Sunanada. He sat atop a barrel of wheat left out on the corner by the owners of the nearby store. There the god king waited as his companion for this specific mission was supposed to meet him. <br/> <br/> Kamizuru was an o...

<t>Hoten’s attention was drawn to the Enkouten senior. He muttered something which Hoten couldn’t hear but it was enough for the boy to become aware of him. The Shoshiki’s smile faded out of respect to the older shinobi in his compound. He understood that he was the stranger here and inside the clan...

<t> Hoten had only been back a week. After spending a year away from the village on his own training regimen he finally returned. He really thought he was coming back better and stronger than ever. He really couldn’t wait to catch up with his companions again. Note how they matured and find out what...

<r>Hoten was actually quite competent in combat. With a worrisome and often over thinking personality it would seem heated moments in real battle would be the bane of his existence. And for a long time it was. He wouldn’t even be able to go a minute into a battle without panicking and making hasty –...

<r>Hoten felt the sudden clank to his forehead as Aimi chucked the kunai at him. It was a startling development. Enough to scare him into speechlessness as he looked down at the knife left on the ground. He rubbed his headband, feeling the subtle groove made from the impact. If her aim was worse he ...

<r><SPOILER title="A rank"><s>[spoiler=A rank]</s>Hoten shaped removed his hands from it and stepped back, taking a final look. The jutsu was complete. Standing before him and his grandfather was a standing glass sculpture of a horse. After he had left the Tenrai and Garasu no Hime felt somewhat for...

<t>Hoten narrowed his eyes at her. He tried to discern what exactly was going through her mind and what changed. He knew she didn’t like to fight him head to head. He knew she would loath herself the most if it was genma jutsu which she used to hurt him. of course he wouldn’t blame her if he was hur...

<r><SPOILER title="1154/1100 Stamina training"><s>[spoiler=1154/1100 Stamina training]</s> Back straight. Feet spread apart. His shoulders relaxed. His arms rigid yet steady. He narrowed his vision. Pulled back the arrow. He felt the straight in his chest, lower back, shoulders and arms. He held the...

<r><SPOILER><s>[spoiler]</s>Hoten plucked his bow. The arrow shot. It hit its target. He walked up to the temple firing range, rather the range he constructed himself. The temple didn’t have an official range. It was Hoten that had to work hard to build his own. Archery wasn’t taught in the Earth Te...

<r><SPOILER><s>[spoiler]</s>[Name] is a combat oriented beast whose appearance reflects that. He had a square jaw and chisel facial features and that are covered by his thick brownish-red mane and beard. His tousled beard wraps around his head, giving him ferocious sideburns which match his long hai...

<r><SPOILER title="Only putting this up because i bothered to write it"><s>[spoiler=Only putting this up because i bothered to write it]</s><S><s>[s]</s>[Name] has a very asymmetrical attire. The main portion of his clothing is a set of black robes with an intricate floral print. The robes wrap arou...

<r><SPOILER title="d rank"><s>[spoiler=d rank]</s>Kamizuru had already began deftly reading the next jutsu when it began to sound interesting. A jutsu that allowed him increased control. That was actually a technique that was worthwhile to him. As a user of the vector release he had to have intense ...

<r><SPOILER title="d rank"><s>[spoiler=d rank]</s>Kamizuru made an audible sigh as he rolled his eyes at yet another dimunitive jutsu. It was all becoming more and more annoying to him. He read the formula, taking not of the handseals and effects. Apparently like where the last was supposed to incre...

<r><SPOILER title="-D rank"><s>[spoiler=-D rank]</s>Kamizuru returned to the scroll and looked it over with a bored expression, cursing his luck. Of course he would require a jutsu that had a prerequisite of a jutsu that he hadn’t yet mastered. Of course while in the academy he found these basics to...

<r><SPOILER title="D rank"><s>[spoiler=D rank]</s>After a while of searching Kamizuru did manage to find his old scrolls from his academy time. They were hidden in boxes and scattered around his basement. He took the scroll and unfurled it, studying the jutsu formulas. Soon he had a good idea of the...

<r><SPOILER title="D ranked ninjutsu"><s>[spoiler=D ranked ninjutsu]</s> Finally, after half a year of searching, Kamizuru found the scroll he was looking for. Of course this particular jutsu was not only located in a single scroll. To be honest the technicalities that involved learning and masterin...

<t>Hoten nodded, putting his bowl aside when he was finished. <br/> <br/> “I get why you are hesitant. Despite me being able to help keep the power under control you are still afraid of hurting me because you just don’t feel safe with it. That is why I want to help you train with it. It is the power...

<t>Thank god for the apron. “…What?” He mumbled dumbly as Aimi woke him from the sensations. His skin was bright red as he turned to find the pot bubbling over. “Shatter.”<br/> <br/> He addressed the pot and added the noodles, letting it cook for a while until finished. With that he untied the apron...

<r>Hoten breathed a sigh of relief as his peace offering seemed to do the trick. The tension seemed easily defused and Hoten could relax his muscles again. He gave her a weary smile, still recuperating from the stress put on him from her rage. He didn’t hesitate to take her hand as she lead the way ...

<t>Hoten stood with her help. The pain subsided quickly but he kept his hand rubbing the back of his head pitifully. He looked away, deflating slightly with her every word. He felt like he disappointed her and that was a feeling Hoten didn’t think he could bear. His hands drooped to the side. She wa...