Training in a foreign land wasn’t the smartest idea, but then again Hibiki was not the kind of person to shy away from a challenge, or danger, or risk to his life. All of the above really, he just wasn’t all that shy. He was a known prankster, but his pranks might well be seen as an attack, he was reckless, but not start a war for funsies reckless.
That could wait.
Still, he found training on his own to be boring, even as he flowed through the katas in his head, it didn’t translate directly to his body; it wasn’t smooth movements, which showed that his agility was indeed lacking. His core strength, the transferral of weight, all of it seemed amateurish when compared to one of his elders, but really, it was a lack of practice because he had considered the physical arts beyond him.
Then again he didn’t have much to offer in the Fuuin area either.
Or any area for that matter.
He sighed before he put his hands on his waist, looking over his shoulder; was it someone walking past? Did it matter? ”Hey hey, you look like you can handle yourself. Up for a spar?” The girl he was looking at didn’t look all too much older than himself, even if he was a fair deal shorter than her.
”I’m pretty kickass, so don’t feel disappointed if I put you on your butt in five seconds flat.” He said as he patted his chest, and puffed it out, as if admiring his own plumage, and by the look of the smirk on his face, admiring his own farts might not have been out of the question.
New Challenger
Nick/Suzuko
New Challenger
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| Characters | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Name | Rank | Village | Plotboards | Socals | Stat Total |
| Awai, Raizou | Chuunin | Konohagakure | [S:0 A:0 B:0 C:1 D:0] | 3 | 140 |
New Challenger
Suzuko found herself immersed in a brooding state of mind, consumed by the peculiar absence of the empathetic strings that usually intertwined her soul with those of others. The void left by their disappearance was palpable, a stark contrast to the usual overflow of emotions that coursed through her being in bustling public spaces. It was as if her emotional reservoir, typically brimming with the shared sentiments of the crowd, had suddenly run dry, leaving her adrift in a sea of detached numbness.
As she meandered through the throngs of people, her gaze vacant and her thoughts fixated on the spectral remnants of the once-vibrant connections she shared with those around her, Suzuko couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The threads that bound her to humanity, the very essence of her emotional existence, had unraveled without warning, leaving her stranded in a desolate emotional wasteland.
Questions plagued her troubled mind, casting shadows of doubt over her sense of self. Were these empathetic strings the sole conduits through which she experienced emotion, mere extensions of the feelings of others that she absorbed and reflected back? Was she nothing more than an empty vessel, a vessel destined to be filled and emptied by the emotional tides of those she encountered? The realization that her emotional capacity resembled Pythagoras' cup, overflowing until it spilled over and left her bereft of any genuine emotion, sent a shiver down her spine.
In this disconcerting moment of introspection, Suzuko grappled with the unsettling notion that perhaps her very identity was entwined with the emotions of others, a mere echo chamber of the collective sentiments she absorbed. The absence of the empathetic strings that once bound her to the world around her had laid bare a profound existential crisis, forcing her to confront the haunting possibility that she was nothing more than a vessel adrift in a sea of borrowed emotions, yearning for a connection that had seemingly slipped through her grasp.
As Suzuko grappled with the enigmatic presence of the stranger before her, a subtle shift in her perception began to unfold. Like a fragile patch hastily placed over a leak in a sinking boat, a glimmer of something unfamiliar emerged from the depths of her consciousness. Would this newfound connection be enough to staunch the emotional void that threatened to engulf her, or was it merely a fleeting mirage in the vast expanse of her inner turmoil?
The ethereal thread that bound her to the enigmatic boy tugged at the recesses of her mind, beckoning her to follow its elusive trail. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, she allowed herself to be drawn towards the source of this inexplicable tether, unsure of what awaited her at its end. In her heart, a flicker of hope stirred, yearning for the comforting presence of familiar faces like Shiun, Goro, or Akihito to offer solace in this moment of uncertainty. However, fate had a different plan in store for her as she stood face to face with a complete stranger, a boy whose very essence seemed to exude an aura of conflict and unease.
As she locked eyes with the boy, a silent exchange passing between them, Suzuko's gaze drifted downwards to the intangible string that bound their souls in an invisible embrace. Had he orchestrated this encounter deliberately, a puppeteer pulling at the fragile threads of fate, or was he, too, a hapless victim of the emotional maelstrom that threatened to engulf them both? The notion that his turbulent emotions mirrored her own, manifesting in spectral forms akin to the yokai that haunted her existence, lingered at the edge of her consciousness like a half-remembered dream.
In the delicate dance of emotions that unfolded between them, a fleeting smile graced Suzuko's lips, a reflection of the stranger's inner turmoil mirrored back at him. The boundary between their conflicting energies blurred as his readiness to engage in conflict intertwined with her own burgeoning sense of defiance. It was a precarious moment of convergence, where the line between reality and myth, between human and demon, dissolved into a tapestry of shared emotions and unspoken desires. In that ephemeral connection, Suzuko found herself inexplicably drawn into the stranger's tumultuous world, a willing participant in a dance of shadows and light where the distinction between friend and foe faded into obscurity.
"You don't look like you could handle yourself." She mocked, slowly emerging from her stupor to 'greet' the boy before her. She tugged at that string that had pulled her towards this way, pushing her own chakra deep into it as she bit her thumb at him. Like an echo chamber into her empty vessel, the emotions she pushed into him became her own to a lesser degree, and her eagerness to fight seemed to rise. Anyone who knew Suzuko would recognize this wasn't exactly in character for her, but in this moment she needed to feel something, anything, and nobody she knew was around to make it a problem.
She adopted a battle stance, reaching into her backpack to pull out her spear, circling him like a cat sizing up prey, looking him up and down. A shinobi of Iwagakure? How fitting that he be trying to pick fights with strangers, just as his country had with Sunagakure. Maybe all shinobi really were like this, each one that she met were unique in their own ways, but the more she met the more she saw common threads between them. The demons she carried with her were quite innocent, and yet stories of them were horrifying visages of monsters under the bed, but maybe they were just the scapegoats for the monsters in front of her that people didn't want to realize were real.
"You face Fukazawa, Suzuko, Fuyubushi of the Heart Empire." She declared in an official capacity, channeling chakra through her spear to enhance it with fuuton. "Answer for the sins of your fathers on the field of battle!"
Dang, she was kinda being intense.
[Control +2]
As she meandered through the throngs of people, her gaze vacant and her thoughts fixated on the spectral remnants of the once-vibrant connections she shared with those around her, Suzuko couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The threads that bound her to humanity, the very essence of her emotional existence, had unraveled without warning, leaving her stranded in a desolate emotional wasteland.
Questions plagued her troubled mind, casting shadows of doubt over her sense of self. Were these empathetic strings the sole conduits through which she experienced emotion, mere extensions of the feelings of others that she absorbed and reflected back? Was she nothing more than an empty vessel, a vessel destined to be filled and emptied by the emotional tides of those she encountered? The realization that her emotional capacity resembled Pythagoras' cup, overflowing until it spilled over and left her bereft of any genuine emotion, sent a shiver down her spine.
In this disconcerting moment of introspection, Suzuko grappled with the unsettling notion that perhaps her very identity was entwined with the emotions of others, a mere echo chamber of the collective sentiments she absorbed. The absence of the empathetic strings that once bound her to the world around her had laid bare a profound existential crisis, forcing her to confront the haunting possibility that she was nothing more than a vessel adrift in a sea of borrowed emotions, yearning for a connection that had seemingly slipped through her grasp.
As Suzuko grappled with the enigmatic presence of the stranger before her, a subtle shift in her perception began to unfold. Like a fragile patch hastily placed over a leak in a sinking boat, a glimmer of something unfamiliar emerged from the depths of her consciousness. Would this newfound connection be enough to staunch the emotional void that threatened to engulf her, or was it merely a fleeting mirage in the vast expanse of her inner turmoil?
The ethereal thread that bound her to the enigmatic boy tugged at the recesses of her mind, beckoning her to follow its elusive trail. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, she allowed herself to be drawn towards the source of this inexplicable tether, unsure of what awaited her at its end. In her heart, a flicker of hope stirred, yearning for the comforting presence of familiar faces like Shiun, Goro, or Akihito to offer solace in this moment of uncertainty. However, fate had a different plan in store for her as she stood face to face with a complete stranger, a boy whose very essence seemed to exude an aura of conflict and unease.
As she locked eyes with the boy, a silent exchange passing between them, Suzuko's gaze drifted downwards to the intangible string that bound their souls in an invisible embrace. Had he orchestrated this encounter deliberately, a puppeteer pulling at the fragile threads of fate, or was he, too, a hapless victim of the emotional maelstrom that threatened to engulf them both? The notion that his turbulent emotions mirrored her own, manifesting in spectral forms akin to the yokai that haunted her existence, lingered at the edge of her consciousness like a half-remembered dream.
In the delicate dance of emotions that unfolded between them, a fleeting smile graced Suzuko's lips, a reflection of the stranger's inner turmoil mirrored back at him. The boundary between their conflicting energies blurred as his readiness to engage in conflict intertwined with her own burgeoning sense of defiance. It was a precarious moment of convergence, where the line between reality and myth, between human and demon, dissolved into a tapestry of shared emotions and unspoken desires. In that ephemeral connection, Suzuko found herself inexplicably drawn into the stranger's tumultuous world, a willing participant in a dance of shadows and light where the distinction between friend and foe faded into obscurity.
"You don't look like you could handle yourself." She mocked, slowly emerging from her stupor to 'greet' the boy before her. She tugged at that string that had pulled her towards this way, pushing her own chakra deep into it as she bit her thumb at him. Like an echo chamber into her empty vessel, the emotions she pushed into him became her own to a lesser degree, and her eagerness to fight seemed to rise. Anyone who knew Suzuko would recognize this wasn't exactly in character for her, but in this moment she needed to feel something, anything, and nobody she knew was around to make it a problem.
She adopted a battle stance, reaching into her backpack to pull out her spear, circling him like a cat sizing up prey, looking him up and down. A shinobi of Iwagakure? How fitting that he be trying to pick fights with strangers, just as his country had with Sunagakure. Maybe all shinobi really were like this, each one that she met were unique in their own ways, but the more she met the more she saw common threads between them. The demons she carried with her were quite innocent, and yet stories of them were horrifying visages of monsters under the bed, but maybe they were just the scapegoats for the monsters in front of her that people didn't want to realize were real.
"You face Fukazawa, Suzuko, Fuyubushi of the Heart Empire." She declared in an official capacity, channeling chakra through her spear to enhance it with fuuton. "Answer for the sins of your fathers on the field of battle!"
Dang, she was kinda being intense.
[Control +2]
Jutsu UsedShow
Kizuna Jutsu ∞ I bite my thumb at you!
C-Rank Ninjutsu
Focusing her empathetic chakra into one of the many threads that connect her with people surrounding her, Suzuko will pull the thread tight, properly linking herself to up to three people within 30m. This link will make those affected feel anger deep inside of them, not necessarily directed at any one thing, but making them more likely to act rashly, and consequently making their moves more easy to be read. This thread lasts for up to 4 posts before dissipating.
*Fuuton • Flying Swallow
C-Ranked Fuuton Jutsu
After forming the necessary hand seals, the user coats their weapon in a vortex of wind. This extends the weapon's range by 1m while not adding anything to its weight for 5 posts. It also causes the weapon to gain an edge as sharp as your average sword. This also applies the fuuton passive with [Control] Strength on contact with an opponent.
C-Rank Ninjutsu
Focusing her empathetic chakra into one of the many threads that connect her with people surrounding her, Suzuko will pull the thread tight, properly linking herself to up to three people within 30m. This link will make those affected feel anger deep inside of them, not necessarily directed at any one thing, but making them more likely to act rashly, and consequently making their moves more easy to be read. This thread lasts for up to 4 posts before dissipating.
*Fuuton • Flying Swallow
C-Ranked Fuuton Jutsu
After forming the necessary hand seals, the user coats their weapon in a vortex of wind. This extends the weapon's range by 1m while not adding anything to its weight for 5 posts. It also causes the weapon to gain an edge as sharp as your average sword. This also applies the fuuton passive with [Control] Strength on contact with an opponent.
"It's so sad!" the reader said to the writer with a frown. "The character in my book just died!" The author turned to her and burst out into tears, "I know!" he said, "So did mine!"
Ninja Info CardsShow
 | Suzuko Just another girl |
New Challenger
Hibiki didn’t know what it was that was stirring up this vile vitriol from the depths of his core, yet knowing himself as well as he did, he knew this anger could only stem from himself, as if his inner self was crying out at his actions. Was he picking on someone, taking out his inability to improve on another human being?
Hibiki found himself engulfed in a tempest of emotions, his inner turmoil churning like a cauldron of boiling resentment. He grappled with the gnawing sensation that something within him, some dark corner of his soul, was responsible for this surge of anger. It clawed at him relentlessly, accusing him of unseen transgressions, one unknown to even himself. Was it his own inferiority complex lashing out at an uninvolved individual?
Humans, he mused bitterly, were creatures of contradiction, capable of inflicting wounds with mere words and glances. Hibiki had detached himself in his own careless world for that reason, but perhaps that carelessness was just another factor that would swallow him whole, rather than act as the barrier he believed it was. ”I’m more than able to handle myself…Idiot.” A bitter scoff escaped his lips as he spat out a retort, his grin faltering in the face of his mounting frustration. Yet he took a small stance. She was wielding a weapon, yet Hibiki was someone who fought with his fists.
”Haa. You sound like an Iwagakure ninja, Fukusha Hibiki.” It was nice to know that at least outside he could be properly seen as a ninja from Iwagakure. His affiliation with Iwagakure elicited a mixture of pride and resentment within him. Outside the confines of his village, he was recognized as a shinobi of Iwagakure, a symbol of strength and resilience. Yet, within the walls of his home, his clan bore the weight of their past sins, branded as if they were lepers to be saved from the brink of savagery by the mercy of their village.
He let out a snort.
His eyes looked into the weapon of his opponent, his feet were planted together at his heels, before he slid one forward, his side slightly given to his opponent. It was a relaxed stance, one his clan constantly pushed. Hibiki paid close attention to his opponent before he cracked his neck both ways.
”I’ll only answer to these crimes if you can make me answer to them.” Was his simple taunt, he bent his knees ever so slightly as he sought an opening into this battle, he wasn’t a great fighter, especially in the view of the wider world. But his muscles coiled, ready to explode, the first weakness of his clan’s style, at least in his eyes…Lied in the fact it was reactive, to draw in their opponents and make note of their weaknesses so that it could be ended in a singular move.
Hibiki lacked the eyes that could make full use of the style, he even lacked experience in true battle, and so he had to follow a mental textbook written by his betters. Even with his building frustration and anger at himself, he could find the humor in it. He cracked his neck both ways, before sliding a foot forward, maybe he’d change that up for his own sake.
With a slide, he sought to jump into his opponent’s range, if he had crimes to pay for, who was he to deny justice?
He let out another snort, he didn’t believe those words for a second.
258 + 593 = 851 words towards Willpower
Hibiki found himself engulfed in a tempest of emotions, his inner turmoil churning like a cauldron of boiling resentment. He grappled with the gnawing sensation that something within him, some dark corner of his soul, was responsible for this surge of anger. It clawed at him relentlessly, accusing him of unseen transgressions, one unknown to even himself. Was it his own inferiority complex lashing out at an uninvolved individual?
Humans, he mused bitterly, were creatures of contradiction, capable of inflicting wounds with mere words and glances. Hibiki had detached himself in his own careless world for that reason, but perhaps that carelessness was just another factor that would swallow him whole, rather than act as the barrier he believed it was. ”I’m more than able to handle myself…Idiot.” A bitter scoff escaped his lips as he spat out a retort, his grin faltering in the face of his mounting frustration. Yet he took a small stance. She was wielding a weapon, yet Hibiki was someone who fought with his fists.
”Haa. You sound like an Iwagakure ninja, Fukusha Hibiki.” It was nice to know that at least outside he could be properly seen as a ninja from Iwagakure. His affiliation with Iwagakure elicited a mixture of pride and resentment within him. Outside the confines of his village, he was recognized as a shinobi of Iwagakure, a symbol of strength and resilience. Yet, within the walls of his home, his clan bore the weight of their past sins, branded as if they were lepers to be saved from the brink of savagery by the mercy of their village.
He let out a snort.
His eyes looked into the weapon of his opponent, his feet were planted together at his heels, before he slid one forward, his side slightly given to his opponent. It was a relaxed stance, one his clan constantly pushed. Hibiki paid close attention to his opponent before he cracked his neck both ways.
”I’ll only answer to these crimes if you can make me answer to them.” Was his simple taunt, he bent his knees ever so slightly as he sought an opening into this battle, he wasn’t a great fighter, especially in the view of the wider world. But his muscles coiled, ready to explode, the first weakness of his clan’s style, at least in his eyes…Lied in the fact it was reactive, to draw in their opponents and make note of their weaknesses so that it could be ended in a singular move.
Hibiki lacked the eyes that could make full use of the style, he even lacked experience in true battle, and so he had to follow a mental textbook written by his betters. Even with his building frustration and anger at himself, he could find the humor in it. He cracked his neck both ways, before sliding a foot forward, maybe he’d change that up for his own sake.
With a slide, he sought to jump into his opponent’s range, if he had crimes to pay for, who was he to deny justice?
He let out another snort, he didn’t believe those words for a second.
258 + 593 = 851 words towards Willpower
My thread
| Characters | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Name | Rank | Village | Plotboards | Socals | Stat Total |
| Awai, Raizou | Chuunin | Konohagakure | [S:0 A:0 B:0 C:1 D:0] | 3 | 140 |
New Challenger
The giantess of a spider was strolling along the beach, her black bikini with spider web designs clinging firmly to her skin as it was still wet with ocean spray. Her tan skin was dotted with sand and drops of water, her hair hung wet and limp behind her head - She had clearly just gotten out of the ocean only a few minutes ago. She was actually on her way to a small beachside bar that she had seen not long ago, figuring that a pit stop for some alcohol would help her loosen up and enjoy herself a bit more. However, her trek to the bar was interrupted as she momentarily took interest in one of the various sparring grounds that she passed by lining the beach.
It was two younger folk, a boy and a girl. The girl appeared a bit older, maybe by a year or two, than the boy did, but both seemed to be at least somewhat trained in their respective fighting styles. The banter between them, however, was a touch... dramatic. Something about paying for crimes or sins or something? She didn't catch all of it, but what she did see was an aura of light green wind surrounding the girl's spear. "Fuuton." She spoke aloud, mostly to herself but likely overheard by the two trainees. A spear user was a girl after Aiya's own heart, herself favoring polearms above all else.
With a sudden poof of white smoke, Aiya's own spear now sat in her hands, the Ame-No-Nuhoko. It's tip refracted brilliantly in the sunlight while the gem centered within that tip hung mysteriously in place, unsupported by anything other than the air around it. With a sudden spin, she positioned the tip of the spear towards the sand and planted it firmly into the dune beneath her feet, leaning against it like a tree while she watched the two go about their spar. For now, anyway. She wasn't making any kind of effort to hide her interest either, her arms crossed under her chest and her foot crossed over the other as she leaned back to enjoy the fireworks, so to speak.
It was two younger folk, a boy and a girl. The girl appeared a bit older, maybe by a year or two, than the boy did, but both seemed to be at least somewhat trained in their respective fighting styles. The banter between them, however, was a touch... dramatic. Something about paying for crimes or sins or something? She didn't catch all of it, but what she did see was an aura of light green wind surrounding the girl's spear. "Fuuton." She spoke aloud, mostly to herself but likely overheard by the two trainees. A spear user was a girl after Aiya's own heart, herself favoring polearms above all else.
With a sudden poof of white smoke, Aiya's own spear now sat in her hands, the Ame-No-Nuhoko. It's tip refracted brilliantly in the sunlight while the gem centered within that tip hung mysteriously in place, unsupported by anything other than the air around it. With a sudden spin, she positioned the tip of the spear towards the sand and planted it firmly into the dune beneath her feet, leaning against it like a tree while she watched the two go about their spar. For now, anyway. She wasn't making any kind of effort to hide her interest either, her arms crossed under her chest and her foot crossed over the other as she leaned back to enjoy the fireworks, so to speak.
| Active Characters | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Village of Origin | Character Name & Link | Rank | Color |
| Sunagakure no Sato | Henrin Emi | Genin | [color=darkgoldenrod][b][/b][/color] |
| Konohagakure no Sato | Ibakuro Aiya | Chuunin | [color=#8CD600][/color] |
| Kumogakure no Sato | Jinrai Shizune | Genin | [color=#de2c9b][/color] |