[Open] Form up, a squad.
Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2021 12:51 pm
Deep withing the walls of Sunagakure, Hizashi, Pliz slept. Early into the morning, it was a fine moment before anyone else stirred. Early, so early, the heat clan member arose. No body, no longer, they wandered and sobered. Roses for hair, yet porcelain skin was untouched by the raging sun known to come soon up above. She stirred and got dressed, then whirled and grabbed the rest. Then whirred but not worried but the world was still wordless. In silence and science she donned her outfit and equipment in compliance.
The powers that be, out of preventing another disaster it would seem, was obvious in their demands. The paper read as follows:
"Hizashi, Pliz, your actions are irredeemable. Nevertheless, seek out the dedicated S-Ranked training grounds. You are to oversee the training of new rising stars in the sand. So as to ensure their bodies do not befall the same fate as you. Introduce them to the specific area, as it may be their first time seeing the higher training grounds. You are permitted to oversee Trainings in the S-ranked facility five hundred meter.
Please stop melting the Ryo."
She read it two more times, then formed a set of hand seals whilst wiggling the paper about in her hand, then spat a small thin wire of condensed Kaeton chakra at it. Beginning the a very tiny hole in the center of the paper, it quickly ignited and spread until it was entirely consumed in flames.
She closed her lips and set out the door, the Kaenton chakra dispersing as she double checked the massive scroll on her back. She unraveled it and performed a quick hand seal, releasing the Empty Bird from its paper cage. With one hand she twisted around, smoothly rolling the scroll back up and locking it into place on her back.
The other now shot a string out from her right pinky and in a moment, it connected to the Empty Bird. Immediately, she set out into the morning. Still early, two in the night. The waning moon hang clearly and the stars scattered wonderfully.
She made her way towards the hidden exit, by one of the guard towers near the section specifically quarantined and set up for S-ranked mission simulations and jutsu development. It had a proper and well written fuuinjutsu encircling it, meaning only those that were inside a specific room or otherwise has knowledge of the jutsus workings could see that the space even existed at all. Once entered, anyone within the training area effectively ceased to exist to the outside world. Trapped in a mirage realm that duplicates the city in the other side of the door exactly, it spanned out for thousands of meters of sand. It looked exactly identical to as though you had walked through a doorway and outside the village into the pure desert, straight through a wall.
But it was merely an insane and cooky space/time training realm, sustained, maintained, developed, and monitored by many Sunagakure shinobi over the years. Indeed, Pliz did recognize some of them even now, as many worked in the guard shack. Still, it was getting harder to differentiate between the guard workers, as their masks and headbands and matching Jounin attire tended to really mask them as a whole unit, rather than individuals.
Indeed, this too would become a staple for Pliz, eventually. To blend in better. She was flashy and explosive. This was the price she paid, having destroyed her body. She left the Empty Bird attached to a string, and waited in the training realm. The door. She knew, would move around quite a bit. And indeed only looked like a door if something actually flicked it.
So she left the bird there, chilling, waiting to see whom would arive first, the bird keeping flight overhead and maintaining within distance of the door.
In the meantime, Pliz sat down on top of a giant Naegi cactus that had been added in to the environment, specifically for such a purpose, and pulled out a knife from her waist ribbon with her left hand and the waiting game began while she carved into a meter long piece of wood.
The powers that be, out of preventing another disaster it would seem, was obvious in their demands. The paper read as follows:
"Hizashi, Pliz, your actions are irredeemable. Nevertheless, seek out the dedicated S-Ranked training grounds. You are to oversee the training of new rising stars in the sand. So as to ensure their bodies do not befall the same fate as you. Introduce them to the specific area, as it may be their first time seeing the higher training grounds. You are permitted to oversee Trainings in the S-ranked facility five hundred meter.
Please stop melting the Ryo."
She read it two more times, then formed a set of hand seals whilst wiggling the paper about in her hand, then spat a small thin wire of condensed Kaeton chakra at it. Beginning the a very tiny hole in the center of the paper, it quickly ignited and spread until it was entirely consumed in flames.
She closed her lips and set out the door, the Kaenton chakra dispersing as she double checked the massive scroll on her back. She unraveled it and performed a quick hand seal, releasing the Empty Bird from its paper cage. With one hand she twisted around, smoothly rolling the scroll back up and locking it into place on her back.
The other now shot a string out from her right pinky and in a moment, it connected to the Empty Bird. Immediately, she set out into the morning. Still early, two in the night. The waning moon hang clearly and the stars scattered wonderfully.
She made her way towards the hidden exit, by one of the guard towers near the section specifically quarantined and set up for S-ranked mission simulations and jutsu development. It had a proper and well written fuuinjutsu encircling it, meaning only those that were inside a specific room or otherwise has knowledge of the jutsus workings could see that the space even existed at all. Once entered, anyone within the training area effectively ceased to exist to the outside world. Trapped in a mirage realm that duplicates the city in the other side of the door exactly, it spanned out for thousands of meters of sand. It looked exactly identical to as though you had walked through a doorway and outside the village into the pure desert, straight through a wall.
But it was merely an insane and cooky space/time training realm, sustained, maintained, developed, and monitored by many Sunagakure shinobi over the years. Indeed, Pliz did recognize some of them even now, as many worked in the guard shack. Still, it was getting harder to differentiate between the guard workers, as their masks and headbands and matching Jounin attire tended to really mask them as a whole unit, rather than individuals.
Indeed, this too would become a staple for Pliz, eventually. To blend in better. She was flashy and explosive. This was the price she paid, having destroyed her body. She left the Empty Bird attached to a string, and waited in the training realm. The door. She knew, would move around quite a bit. And indeed only looked like a door if something actually flicked it.
So she left the bird there, chilling, waiting to see whom would arive first, the bird keeping flight overhead and maintaining within distance of the door.
In the meantime, Pliz sat down on top of a giant Naegi cactus that had been added in to the environment, specifically for such a purpose, and pulled out a knife from her waist ribbon with her left hand and the waiting game began while she carved into a meter long piece of wood.