Some excitement finally?! [Invite Only]

[Suitonic]

The sun was setting, the sky glowed a reddish orange hue above the sand village. The desert air was cooling and dry. Airon was among the flow of people making their way through the streets of Sunagakure, each one had a task that they had in mind. Airon, on the other hand, had no idea what exactly he was going to be doing tonight. He had not taken up a mission in awhile so he figured it would be a good idea to do so, but he still had not decided on which one he would be doing. The shinobi had his mask up and hat on to avoid too much attention. He was wearing his casual garb as he usually did on days like this. Black cargo pants to go with his black jacket. Even though he was in the village, he always made sure he carried Alheri on him. He felt naked without his weapon, he's had it ever since he graduated the academy and it's rarely left his side since.

All in all, it was a plain outfit, nothing too out of the ordinary. Though, being a Jounin and not wearing a flak jacket, was a bit out of the ordinary. Airon was never the type to attract attention to himself, it was probably for the best as he was a shinobi...why let on that he was a Jounin unless he needed to? Lately Airon had been thinking, however, about how he perhaps attracted too little attention. All the years living in Sunagakure and he had barely got to know anybody except his younger brother and sister...and though he preferred it that way, it was starting to gnaw at him. The place was practically a ninja village without any ninja, minus the mindless Anbu and Kazekage...well the Kazekage just stepped down. So basically mindless Anbu, some ninja he didn't really know and the soon to be Genin at the academy. He let out a sigh, then his attention turned to a fruit stand.

Before Airon knew it he was already over at the stand, buying an apple from the stand owner.

While he was distracted by this there was some form of commotion happening to his right on the street. As Airon handed the man his Ryo and received his apple he noticed whatever was going on was causing a huge fuss. From Airon's point of view he could not see what exactly was happening so he figured he would approach the situation. He walked closer to the crowd until he was at the very back, trying to squeeze in a peek from the outside. It did not matter, because regardless of how much he would politely ask, the people of Sunagakure would not move despite his authority as a Jounin...'maybe it was a mistake to not wear the flak jacket.' Airon took a deep sigh, he didn't want to shove anybody out of the way. So he simply stood at the back munching away at his apple under his mask.

Finally, at least something was happening.

[Willoria]

"This is quite a crowd... keep yourself safe, boy."

Junpei more or less let out an audible, "Hmph." to the words only he could hear from his new Dasu guardian. It still weirded him out a bit. He had known about the Dasu before, but having a guardian that was one was strange. He now not only had the Genma Spirit in him of Shishire, he literally had a whole 'nother person in him. It made him increasingly uncomfortable, but clearly his comfort wasn't important to her. He was happy at least that his thoughts were safe. She could force him to listen to her words, but she couldn't force his thoughts out of him. Only Shishire could push that boundary, though sometimes that was enough. The young host moved beside his friend as they approached the excitable crowd, frowning as they got close and he glanced over at Takuma. "Ayumi seems uncomfortable with this." he remarked, slowly getting used to relaying the guardians concerns, though he rolled his eyes with the statement. A moment after he spoke he felt the unnerving chill that always came with what happened next.

The ghostly image of the woman stepped out of his body, even as he swore under his breath. She wasn't quite as tall as him but her white hair and eyes gave her almost a ghostly look as she glanced about and glared at him briefly. "Just because you're not worried doesn't make me paranoid."

Junpei jerked away a moment, as if dusting himself off, even running his hands over his arms and bare chest briefly before shuddering. "Can you warn me, woman?!"

'Shishishishi... what's wrong, dearie? Uncomfortable are we?'

'Oh don't you start too!' Jun almost felt like screaming, shaking his head as Shishire giggled in his thoughts and he shuddered again. It was getting strangely crowded in his head lately.

Ayumi JutsuShow

~[Molecular Fusion: Effortless Preferred]
C-Ranked Ninjutsu
After doing the needed hand seals, the user will near instantly meld with their preferred host without much effort.

~[Molecular Fusion: Direct Connection]
D-Ranked Ninjutsu
By channeling chakra into their host's ears, the Dasu is able to 'speak' to them, without any sound being created.

[TyDie]

Trailing behind the older, red haired jinchuuriki, the young blue haired jinchuuriki tilted his head in confusion as the crowd came into view. His starry eyes swirled mystically as he scanned the crowd, finding people of all ages and genders among the people. "Huh, how odd. I wonder what's going on?" At the mention of Ayumi's discomfort, Takuma raised an eyebrow at Jun, as if looking at the boy's newly appointed guardian herself. "Oh come on now, it's just a crowd. It'll be fiiiine." From behind Takuma, Makoto kept vigilant, a white cloak concealing her body and it's prosthetics. She was admittedly as concerned about crowd as Ayumi was, but she kept her opinions to herself, opting to focus on protecting her ward instead of speaking.

Both Takuma and Makoto gave pause for a moment however, as Ayumi emerged from Junpei's body and freaked the poor boy out. Takuma couldn't help but laugh at Jun's response, leaning forward and holding his stomach as he took joy in his friend being startled. "Hahaha, I don't think you'll ever get used to that one, Junpei!" The boy laughed a bit more, and even Makoto couldn't help but smirk at the situation as it played out. "Alright you two, be serious. Stay back, let me figure out what's going on here, Takuma." Makoto would leave the two jinches with Ayumi while she moved towards the crowd, looking for the source of the crowd's interest.

Oh, pish! Whatever these peasants are gawking at pales in comparison to my magnificence you know. If they want a show, we could give them a real show... Normally, Takuma would simply scoff at the spirit within him... and yet, there was an appeal to what she was saying. Not to mention the truth of the statement - He really *could* give these people a show if he tapped into her power. Oh, the wondrous creations he could make... "Imagine what kind of crowd you and I could draw, Jun." He smiled up at the taller boy, a sort of sly smile, as if he was looking for permission from his friend to really create a scene.

[Kabu]

Koyuki meanwhile had found herself up on a nearby rooftop staring down at the gathering crowd down below. She had been taking a nap but she had been woken by the noise and had found herself unable to get back to sleep so she had instead opted to watch the proceedings, currently laying on her stomach with her head in her hands as she stared over the edge of the building, waiting and watching for the source of her current alertness. She was admittedly very curious about what was going on, what the commotion was all about, but she really didn't like crowds. It was strange though that the red haired boy had had a Dasu step out of his body... they definitely weren't from the same clan and were definitely together by some circumstance she didn't understand, and while she couldn't quite hear what had been said from her vantage point it was clear that they didn't quite get along, which simply made it all the more mysterious.

However for now she simply yawned, content to simply stay where she was for the time being. Regardless of her curiosities she wasn't about to go down there unless something really interesting happened.

[TheVibe]

A rugged vagabond watched a crowd gather around something. The cause of the commotion did not interest the vagrant. The people of suna rushing to the flame like moths were his source of desire. His existence, mute, was now drowned out almost entirely by the minor event unfolding. There were, however, unique individuals manifesting from the muck of normality. From the outer limits of the human cluster, 1 became 2. The common hand seals for shadow clones hadn’t been performed. “Spare change for an old man?” The roofless would ask to those within the crowd while keeping his eye on the exotic individuals. They all ignored him, for their eyes were too busy with the evening attraction.

Slowly, the vagabond would drift towards the odd variables while hiding among the people of suna and his own social standing.

[Jutsu used: Transformation Technique]

[Suitonic]

It sure was strange, all the people that crowded around this particular spot. They were all crowded in a circular formation, from what Airon could see. Airon ran several theories through his head as he munched on his apple behind his mask. The first and most likely would be a fight of some sort, a disagreement. If that was the case then Airon knew he would have to be the one to step in and sort it out. Being a Jounin had obligations…’even if they don’t know it’ he thought to himself. Of course, in the market district it would be of no surprise to Airon if a couple of customers got into a fight with one another. It could also be show, or a popular stand, that was drawing all the attention.

As Airon hung out near the back of the crowd, he noticed a few out of the ordinary ninja come by. Two kids walked up with the most conspicuous hair he’s ever seen. ‘See, and that’s why I don’t like to stand out’, he argued to no one in particular. ‘Do you see anyone staring at me, no. Well, at least I don’t think so.’ Airon glanced around, almost as if to convince himself no one keeping an eye on him like he was them. He did notice a woman in a white cloak burning a hole in the back of the blue haired one’s head from all the staring. Nodding to himself he said louder than he should have, “See.” And right as that singular word left his mouth, the red one split into two separate people and it was at that moment that it took everything in Airon’s power to not yell what the fuck. Instead, he just blinked about half a dozen times in disbelief. Clearly, he had been away from the village for far too long because he did not recognize such a technique. He figured he would investigate this after he found out what was happening with the commotion.

A drop of sweat ran down Airon's face, it may have been a bit cool outside but wearing a heavy jacket with pants while covering up his face was a great way to keep warm…if you lived in Frost Country. He spent far too much time there after becoming a Jounin and his clothing preferences reflected that. And being around so many people was not helping. 'I suppose I better go and see what it's all about', Airon figured. Before he walked up, he prayed under his breath between bites of his apple to Jashin and asked for safety. Not that he would need it, but you develop habits after years of deep cover in hostile territory. As Airon finished eating his apple, core and all, he lightly began wading his way through the crowd. There were a few silent complaints from them, but nobody spoke up against him.

Finally, Airon emerged from the crowd of people, others shuffled along a little to make room for the shinobi. It was only a second after Airon emerged that his eyes met with what all the commotion was about. It was table, placed out in the middle of the street. There were two chairs either side. On one of the chairs a big muscular man was sat down, he was much larger than the chair he sat on. It was kind of comical, in a sense, why was this here in the first place? In the middle of Sunagakure. It did not take long for Airon to get his answer.

Another man was standing before the table looking out at the crowd around him, it looked like he was looking for someone in particular. "Are any of you up to the challenge? If you can beat this man in a fair arm wrestle you will be awarded with free meals! Courtesy of the best restaurant in Sunagakure!" Of course, now it made sense, a way to advertise their restaurant. Airon looked at the whole scene with a nonchalant look on his face, it all looked incredibly ridiculous. The man double the size of his chair. The massive crowd around such a small table, and of course the boisterous advertising man. ‘How did they even get permission to set up in a place like this?’ That is if they even got permission. And besides, who could possibly beat a monster of a man like that in arm wrestling. It was all a big set up, and everybody else knew so too. Airon crossed his arms and nodded in agreement with himself.

Suddenly the man that was running the whole thing pointed directly at Airon. "You! You look like you're a strong man, come over here and give it a go!" Suddenly everybody turned their attention to Airon, like a deer in the headlights he freezes up on the spot. He hated being the center of attention, he had quite bad stage fright. Airon pointed to himself in confusion, to make sure he meant him.

"Uh... M-me?"

[Willoria]

Ayumi slowly smirked in amusement at Jun's overreaction to her appearance, turning and sharing a glance with Makoto before the woman wandered off. But she wouldn't attempt to merge with the boy again just yet. She crossed her large arms under her cloak and watched the crowd, keeping an eye on both boys for the moment as Junpei shook his head and looked down at Takuma as the other host spoke to him. He couldn't help a furrowed brow at his suggestion. "Are you nuts, Takuma?" he hissed quietly, glancing in the direction Makoto had gone. "Makoto would cut both our dicks off and you know it." he added, thrusting his hands in his pockets as he felt someone shove past him. He hardly gave a glance in the direction though he could almost feel Ayumi glare that way. He knew she was paranoid enough to. But he heard someone whispering under his breath as he passed, he didn't give it much thought, but someone else did.

'Jashin? Well now, isn't that interesting, dearie... I haven't heard the name of that one since your predecessor.'

That caught Junpei's attention. The red-haired boy stood up straight suddenly and pulled the hood off his head to reveal the rest of his short red hair as he looked around wildly. "What did you say now?" He looked around quickly, and briefly black chakra leaked from his eyes almost as if the spirit within directed him where to look for a moment, and once he saw the man the chakra was gone.

'Him, child. Murmuring a prayer to Jashin as he passed you... Sakaki found comfort in such a violent deity. I told you about that, even her own father allowed it, but hid her practices from others for fear of what might happen if they knew my host worshiped such a vile being.... shishishi...' Shishire's laughter started through Junpei's head as Jun suddenly began pushing through the crowd after the man to follow him, with Ayumi swearing behind him as he was quickly swallowed into the crowd. The woman quickly, and rather unceremoniously, scooped up Takuma as she didn't see Makoto returning yet, and took after Junpei to keep him from leaving her sight.

Junpei followed until he emerged from the crowd at the edge only a few feet away. He didn't say a word to the man, but watched as it seemed the man was suddenly being chosen for some sort of contest and he heard Ayumi emerge at his side with a few choice words. "What has gotten into you?!"

[TyDie]

Makoto was able to deftly make her way to the front of the crowd, only to find that it was some kind of arm wrestling competition to promote a restaurant. "Beat the big lunk in a test of strength, get free food". Makoto scoffed and crossed her arms, chuckling lightly to herself as she rolled her eyes. What a silly thing for a crowd to get worked up over... Meanwhile, behind her, another man seemed to move through the crowd to the front, only to get called out by the host. She wasn't sure who this man was, but the air about him screamed 'shinobi', and not a low ranked one either. The posture, the aura he exhuded, they were telling of a relatively high level of power. Perhaps even above her own.

Junpei and Ayumi made their way up next to Makoto now, with a very grumpy blue haired Kouseki in Ayumi's arms. "Put me down Ayumi!" Takuma flailed and struggled until he got his way, placing his feet on the ground with a huff and crossing his arms as he grumped. "I could've walked you know... I'm not a child anymore." he let out a verbal "Hmph." as he watched the scene before him unfold, not really sure what had attracted Junpei to come see the show in the first place. "By the way, Jun, what happened back there?" The Jinchuuriki leaned in close to his ally and whispered lightly to him, trying to keep his watchers from catching on. If he wanted an honest answer, he wouldn't get it with Ayumi eavesdropping.

"This guy walked by muttering to himself and suddenly you're on his tail? What gives?" As he asked his question, the voice of Janesisu echoed through his mind in the form of a sly laugh, as if the spirit knew something Takuma didn't. However, she didn't speak... curious. Janesisu loved to gossip. The situation had gone from a strange crowd to something slightly more... concerning. His eyes flitted up to the sky for a moment as he thought to himself, and as they moved upward, they caught something else that made him tilt his head with confusion. Or rather, they caught someone else, as his eyes fell on a silver haired woman looking down from the rooftops above.

"Look Makoto, up there!" Takuma called out to his watcher, causing her to look up at where he pointed. "Eh... she's smart. Good vantage point to see what's going on down here I guess." Makoto shrugged and went back to being vigilant of the crowd. If she had known why the girl was really up there, she might've laughed...

[Kabu]

The situation was certainly growing more and more interesting and Koyuki admittedly found herself wanting to get a closer look. Still though her dislike of crowds won out in the end and for now she still stayed put. It seemed the commotion had been for some kind of competition and she was definitely not interested enough to drop down from her current position, it after all hardly seemed like anything worth getting terribly excited over. There was however... something else that did have her attention, or rather a certain group of someones. "I wonder what it is that has that curious group so excited, or maybe frazzled would be more proper?" she spoke to herself, noting how the red haired boy had ran ahead of his friend upon that older man brushing by him. He had seemed to be the most frazzled of them all. "Right now he looks like dad whenever he does something to make mom mad and she chases him with the broom." she giggled to herself as she recalled the last time her mom and dad had one of their chases.

She shifted her gaze slightly to notice the Kouseki boy with the strange eyes staring and pointing up at her. While she didn't call out, even as much as she really wanted, she did however smile and wave in an attempt at some form of greeting. "How very curious... I wonder what's up with that boy and his eyes. And there's also his friend and their companions as well as that Jounin... Who knows, perhaps this day won't be quite so boring after all."

[TheVibe]

The odd pair would merge into the crowd, and the vagrant could no longer observe them. The only way to monitor them would be at the center of whatever was going on. Unfortunately, the kind people of sunagakure, however, would not move for a simple homeless man. “Madame, could you kindly part so that I, too, might witness the event at hand?” He asked kindly. The revulsion he received in a single glance was enough to ruin anyone’s day. She wouldn’t even humor him with an answer. Hidden beneath the long rags he called clothes, the man performed a quick set of hand seals. the chakra directed at 3 individuals in front of him who, leaving, might grant him access to the front of the crowd. Snap! Those afflicted civilians would all hear an explosion from the center of the crowd and run away in a panic. Oddly enough, no one else in the crowd seemed to notice except for them. “Oh, why thank you!” The vagrant bowed as the desperate fled, leaving behind enough wiggle room for him to join in on the fun.

The absolute disappointment in his old, wary, windburned eyes was clear as day. All that commotion and excitement over a simple arm wrestling match. At least he could keep an eye on the odd pair. At the forefront of the spectacle were, a showrunner and a large burly man. They were in the middle of dragging an innocent bystander to partake in the waste of space. The bystander carried a weapon strapped to his body, which led to a very large holster. Another interesting character perhaps? Feeling bored, the vagrant would toss his arms up in plea, “oh please noble warrior! Best this ogre of a man so that I may eat a free meal! I am quite starved!” The crowd laughed at the homeless man causing him to tilt his head down in apparent shame. Maybe now the swordsman would display something of value or maybe the competition was beneath him.

Techniques used: Boom! -D rank - Genjutsu

[Suitonic]

Silence surrounded the table, people whispering to each other. Airon figured they were most probably doubting his ability to take on such a muscular guy. They would be wrong… With so many people examining him for any signs of physical strength they would all find none, Airon's was rather slender in appearance, combine this with his large jacket…. you wouldn’t see much. Not to mention his muscles only showed when he used them. But, going off looks alone allowed him to remain undetected as a spy in the Land of Frost for nearly a decade.

Airon quickly took in his surroundings before making a move. He noticed that the two young boys followed him to the epicenter of the crowd, well before he was called out. Which was... odd. The young man scrunched his face behind his mask while in thought…'did they hear me praying to Jashin? Shit man, if it wasn’t enough that I was called out in front of everyone, they might know who Jashin is.' He cursed his father under his breath for thrusting this life onto him and the attention that it drew. Suddenly his adrenaline spiked...something was off. In the crowd three people dispersed and began quickly moving in the opposite direction of all the commotion. This was red flag number 1, simultaneously one of the kids yelled "Look Makoto, up there!" which caused Airon to follow where he pointed. Which led him to red flag number 2, someone watching at a vantage point up above.

And suddenly he regretted his thoughts about not seeing many ninja earlier. Because now they were crawling out of the wood works. "Yes, my man, I'm talking about you!" announced the man hosting this nonsense.

Airon wanted to refuse, as he had nothing to prove, but just as he was about to wave the man off a voice said “oh please noble warrior! Best this ogre of a man so that I may eat a free meal! I am quite starved!” that’s all it took, and the man was already pulling him by his hand. This caused Airon to stumble forward towards the table. When he had reached the table, the man hosting the show grabbed Airon by the shoulders and sat him down. It was too late, the white haired Jounin was already stuck in a situation that he couldn't get out of without making a fool of himself. The muscular looking man before him was even taller than he was, about seven foot vs Airon’s six foot three, if Airon had to guess. The crowd were all shaking their heads, telling themselves he had no chance. After all, he certainly didn't look like a Jounin. They then turned their attention to the restaurant owner.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have another challenger!" the man says while placing his hand on Airon's shoulder. "What is your name my friend?".
Airon was not very well inclined to be this challenger, but since he was already 'the challenger' he was left with barely any choice. "My N-name is Reizoko, Airon..." he said quietly. Internally he had just face-palmed. Why would he say his whole entire name? It would be a miracle if no one recognized his last name and his family’s several hundred-year history as Jashinist warriors. Luckily for him, the restaurant owner had no idea…but would any of the onlookers?

"Well ok then! In case nobody heard that, our challenger's name is Airon! Let's all show our support as the contestants gets ready!"

The way that the man kept announcing everything was like Airon was starring in some game show. Needless to say, a terrible one. Airon looked around at the audience near him, it looked like the only way out of this would be actually participating in the show. Airon wasn't enjoying a single bit of it, he had to think of how to get it over with quickly. The best plan of action, Airon figured, would be to let himself lose instantly. It wasn't like Airon cared about his reputation anyway, and it would let him leave faster. You could tell that Airon wasn't serious about any of this at all, it was written all over his face.

The muscular man before him slammed his elbow down on the table and got ready his good arm. It wasn’t Airon’s but that was okay… Airon raised an eyebrow at the speed the man showed.

"What's the matter little man, never seen a chuunin before?" the monster exclaimed, "I'm going to smash your arm through the table, get ready you weak piece of shit".

Normally, Airon would just simply throw off such pathetic trash talk, but something about this guy really ticked him off. His cockiness, mainly, was what made pissed Airon off. Suddenly Airon’s expression went from relaxed & mellow to something more sinister, the sort of focus and determination that he only displayed when he was about to kill an opponent in the name of Jashin. There was no way in a million years that Airon would let himself lose to this kind of guy. The shinobi slammed his elbow against the table, a loud crack could be heard coming from underneath all the excessive force. Airon then slammed his hand in to his opponent’s hand, catching it in a tight grip. He had completely forgotten about the audience; it was just Airon and him now.

"I'm ready when you are, cocky bastard."

Jutsu UsedShow

[Zantou • Ambidexterity]
D-Rank Taijutsu Discipline
After practicing for a long amount of time with the concept of using both of their hands with equal skill, the user has developed a level of ambidexterity that allows them to utilize both hands equally and as effectively without any penalty. This extends to other methods of combat or simple everyday life as well.

[Willoria]

Junpei hardly noticed the beggar and his pleas, but Ayumi heard him. She instantly knew Takuma would want to do something, but turned her attention to Jun. She nudged his shoulder concerning Takuma's questions to the boy. "Takuma makes a point... why were you following that man?" she asked him, frowning at him.

Jun hardly glanced at her and shook his head. "Just something Shishire said..." was the only reply he gave as he looked towards Airon, listening quietly as he finally heard the man's name. He frowned as he heard the Chunin brag and couldn't help a snort of a laugh. "That kid's an idiot... this guy he's challenging is definitely above Chunin..." he rolled his eyes and shook his head, silently hoping to get a chance to talk to Airon without his guardian's watchful eye. 'But how?'

'Come now, Dearie... ditching your would-be-murderer isn't that hard... let me help...'

'First off, I'm not ready for that kind of power, Secondly, I would never use that on Ayumi, no matter how annoying it is.'

'Oh it's just temporary... she'll fall asleep, and she'll come to, it'll cause a scene and you can slip her notice...'

Jun growled under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest. 'I'm not ripping out the woman's soul!"' The silent argument with the spirit sealed in him was taking so much of his attention he was hardly aware of what was going on around him, he didn't even see the strange look of concern Ayumi was giving him.

[TyDie]

Takuma tilted his head as Jun said that the man who was now approaching the table had said something that caught his attention. He wasn't sure what that thing might have been, apparently it was something that the genma had said to him, but he trusted that Jun had a good reason... whatever it was. Takuma giggled as the big strong man revealed himself to be a chuunin, smirking slyly. "Hehe, I bet I could arm wrestle him with Tokage." The temptation to produce his scroll and call forth his puppet was strong, but in all of these people, perhaps it wasn't the best idea. The look Makoto shot him for even suggesting it only reinforced that thought, causing Takuma to shirk his shoulders and chuckle nervously.

The old man near him caught his ear though... he was hungry? Well, that wouldn't do! With the power of his genma, he could at least produce something edible for the guy. But first, he had to distract Makoto again. "Hey Makoto... you're a special jounin right? I bet you could take that guy on too! Think of the free food." The older woman shook her head and looked up to the sky as she thought about it. "I'm sure I could, but I'm a genma guardian. I shouldn't be participating in such silly promotional contests, it gives us all a bad reputation." This gave the boy his chance as he flew through a quick set of hand seals. When he finished, he'd funnel the chakra he had gathered into the palm of his hand. He had recently had the pleasure of picking an apple from one of the many Naegi greenhouses lining the rooftops of Sunagakure - The thought of that apple filled his mind once more as his chakra took shape. A moment later, a nice, fresh, crisp apple was in his hand.

"Psst, hey." Takuma turned and whispered to the old man, extending the fruit to him. "Nobody should go hungry." The young, starry eyed jinchuuriki would smile big and warm, like the sun itself, while holding the apple for him to take. Makoto looked down and realized what was going on, and simply shook her head and sighed. "You need to stop doing that..." In a playful moment of silliness, the young Takuma looked at Makoto and stuck his tongue out before using his tiny stature to shift his way through the crowd, with Makoto following behind him, a look of clear annoyance on her face. "You get yours, I've got mine." Makoto would state to Ayumi before following the young Kouseki...

The Kouseki who was on his way up the side of the building that the silver haired woman stood upon. A moment later, he would step up over the edge of the roof, maybe a foot or so from the woman. "Hey, whatcha doin up here?" He'd say with a grin.

[Kabu]

Truth be told, while it had all been quite fascinating by now Koyuki found herself growing quite bored and still very much disinterested in coming down from her rooftop. Sure she had her curiosities but they could always be pursued at some other time. In particular she did have some vague recollections of the two boys spending a lot of time at the library or hanging around with each other and/or the Scribes' head archivist Hizashi Rika. In fact... Rika and that red haired boy seemed to be particularly close, in a romantic kind of way... all lovey dovey like her mom and dad often were.

"Wonder if I'll ever find anyone like that. ...Do I deserve to find anyone like that?" she mumbled under her breath, scooting away from the edge and rolling onto her back as she let out a sigh. She had accepted long ago that death could come for her at any moment and she had chosen to live her life accordingly ...But could she bring herself to put another person through that? I wonder what mom was thinking when she married dad... she thought to herself.

Honestly she was starting to make herself a bit depressed... Luckily an interruption soon came in the form of the blue haired boy from earlier, the girl unable to help but smile at the thought he had climbed all the way up here. Was he wanting to keep her company or had he some other reason for coming up here? Either way she was honestly glad for it. Even someone like her who preferred general peace and quiet really needed some company from time to time

"Until just a moment ago I was relaxing and watching that commotion down below... I don't like crowds, it's a lot of noise and general hassle." she responded to his questioning, sitting up as she did and grabbing the picnic basket by her side, fishing out a blueberry muffin and holding it out towards the boy. Name's Shinsen Koyuki by the way."

[Suitonic]

Tension filled the air as the two stared each other down awaiting the match to start, the muscular man who was once so cocky before was now seething with anger, probably because of Airon's previous remark. Airon took off his jacket displaying a sleeveless black shirt and skinnyish arms. The crowd was completely silent as the two stared each other down. They didn't need to be, Airon already knew what they were thinking. It didn't bother Airon, in fact nothing could bother Airon anymore. Not the crowd, not this man, he was in a complete state of focus. Airon didn’t bother trying to intimidate the man. The other man, certainly tried his hardest to do the opposite.

"Get ready, set..." both Airon and the man prepared themselves.

"Wrestle!"

In a sudden flash Airon’s once skinny and lean arm turned in to a much more threatening muscular arm as he applied tension to it. His opponent also applied tension to his arm but it did not grow like Airon's did. They were suddenly locked in a fierce struggle, one of them trying to slam the others arm on to the table. "I'm going to make you eat those words you piece of shit!" Yelled out the muscular man, whose voice was strained by the struggle. Airon suddenly felt a huge burst of strength come from the more muscular man that forced him to fall back a little, their elbows were practically digging into the table by now.

"Just try it big guy!" Airon remarked back at him. The members of the audience were surprised that Airon was holding his own, some of them were cheering for either side while others would simply stay quiet in disbelief. The restaurant owner was nervous at how surprisingly strong Airon was. It was only natural after all; he was a shinobi that specialized in Taijutsu. Ever since the academy he was always one of the strongest and fastest shinobi in any room. He planned to win this arm wrestle even if his arm was torn off in doing so. Airon smiled under his mask for the first time in a few months, he was beginning to enjoy this.

Up until this point he wasn’t putting even 1/3rd of his strength into this little match, that was all about to change. Airon suddenly sucked air through his mask and controlled his breathing. A technique he picked up in Frost Country from a shinobi raised in the high elevation low oxygen mountain peaks. This technique allowed him to control his chakra and energy expenditure to be exactly what he needed for the task at hand and nothing more. The task at hand? Breaking this fuckers arm. The monstrous man's face looked surprised as the odds were suddenly tipped in Airon's favor. The audience let out a cheer as Airon tipped the man’s arm the other way.

The man was sweating, his face had turned bright red and veins could be seen on his hands too. It was time to end this game. Airon summoned all the strength he needed right then and there the table cracked even more, this time the bamboo reinforced table itself was giving in. It was splitting in half. Airon slowly looked up to his enemy, a cold and menacing look could be seen in his ruby-like eyes.

"Look's like I win".

A priceless & surprised look ran across the beast of a man’s face as Airon slammed his arm straight through the table, literally snapping the table in half and completely mangling and disfiguring the man’s arm. Splinters flew everywhere, but just out of reach of the audience. He continued to slam his hand down all the way until it slammed into the dirt ground sending half the table off into the distance and dust flying everywhere. The crowd surprised, shielded their eyes from all the dust and sand. An eerie silence fell on the area. Airon stood up and looked at the man who was writhing in pain while simultaneously awestruck by the Jashin’s strength. And he was not the only one, the audience could barely believe what they just witnessed. Airon let out a breath, releasing his technique. The announcer looked to Airon, and then to his partner on the ground.

"The... the winner is Airon!"

Jutsu UsedShow

[Zantou • Polar Bear Conservation]
B-Rank Taijutsu Discipline
Prerequisite(s): *[Zantou • Wolf Pack Paradigm].
The Zantou practitioner has learned to more precisely control their Endurance expenditures through the use of controlled and precise breathing. This Discipline represents the practitioner's proficiency at constantly using efficient breathing techniques both in and out of battle, further conserving Endurance and chakra. This Discipline ensures that only the exact amount of energy needed for each movement is expended, not a single iota more. This allows the Zantou fighter to endure and persist in battle long after other fighters would have passed out. This Discipline also allows the practitioner to function normally in oxygen-deprived environments, such as very high altitudes and vacuums. The practitioner can hold their breath on-demand for a number of posts equal to their Endurance stat.

[Willoria]

Junpei's eyes were on the match from the beginning, or more accurately they were on Airon. He was still trying to work out a chance to talk to the man one on one, but as he thought it over more he felt the Genma within him sigh heavily in irritation. It was rare that Shishire actually became that annoyed with him, he found himself looking off to the side a moment and quirking an eyebrow as if silently asking what the issue was. 'You stupid child... have you already forgotten what you trained only days ago? A simple manifestation of my power, you've gotten close enough to this man for me to sense his very Soul. Summon the Will-O-The-Wisp after getting away from your guard one day and give it his name... remember?'

Jun paled briefly and shook his head before reaching up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation, oddly enough at himself this time. 'Right... that jutsu...' He had already forgotten about it. It was such a simple solution, but he had become so obsessed with learning as much about the previous host as possible that all he could think about in the moment was learning more about this Jashinism. Sakaki had practically defeated Shishire, even died without falling prey to the Genma's temptations, to know she had followed this religion as well it suddenly felt like he needed to know about it as quickly as possible. The idea of waiting to ask hadn't even occurred to him. The boy sighed heavily and thrust his hands in his pockets, looking up in time to see the table shatter beneath the two contestants. He flinched visibly, taking a partial step back before glancing at Ayumi.

Ayumi however was focused on Airon for other reasons. She was more interested in the contest at this point. The Jounin seemed oddly small compared to the Chunin Beast, but within moments he proved that judging a shinobi for his looks was immensely foolish. Ayumi grinned as Airon's victory was announced, and when the scattered applause began, the Dasu was quick to join them.

[TyDie]

Takuma simply smiled at the silver haired woman as she responded to his question, eventually hopping off of the small wall that prevented people from falling off the roof so that he could stand on level ground with her. She stood just a few inches taller than he, and along her back was a very nice looking staff. He could only assume that, given the fact she was armed and on a rooftop of all things, she was likely a shinobi like he was. "Nice to meet you, Koyuki! I'm Kouseki, Takuma... Aaaaaaand." Takuma would hold the 'and' while he waited for his handler, who quickly leapt up over the wall of the rooftop and landed next to Takuma. Her cloak fluttered as she moved rapidly, revealing for a brief moment the puppet prothestics of her leg. If she didn't see it herself, she'd likely hear the difference between the sound her two feet made when they hit the rooftop.

"...That's Makoto. My guardian." The white haired woman rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, crossing her arms as she leaned against the roof's ledge. "Next time you try and ditch me, I'm tying you to my back." Takuma looked at Makoto and giggled sheepishly, scratching his head with mild embarrassment, then turned back to analyze the silver haired Shinsen, his swirling starry eyes taking her features in. "Yeah, I'm not much for crowds either... usually, anyway. I also hadn't seen such a crowd like this before, so I figured maybe there was a good reason. In fact, I thought perhaps I would have to help break up a fight or something. Y'know, shinobi things."

Turning to the scene of the crowd now, Takuma leaned his elbows against the roof's ledge and watched as the arm wrestle came to a close, the mysterious Airon proving victorious over the chuunin. "See Makoto? I told you you could've handled him. You just passed up free food." The white haired guardian shook her head and chuckled lightly, shrugging and looking in the opposite direction of the arm wrestling. "Oh well, I guess I did. I'll survive." As she spoke, she turned to face the crowd herself, but her eyes were more focused on Junpei and Ayumi. She had a bad feeling about Junpei and his interest in this Airon character, and wasn't confident that Ayumi would be able to keep a close enough eye on the boy without being merged with him. Her bird's eye view would have to suffice.

"So Koyuki, what rank are you? I'm still just a genin myself, but I'm really enjoying working with the Scribes of the sand and furthering my puppetry. I bet you're at least a chuunin, maybe even special jounin, right? You seem strong... I don't think I could beat you, haha." He chuckled with a bit of nervousness as he turned slightly to face the girl... such nervousness wasn't normal for the young Kouseki.

Hehehe, awwww... Does the little boy have a crush, Love?

[Kabu]

Koyuki tilted her head, confused at Takuma's sudden bout of nervousness. "I'm not that strong, only a Chuunin and very recently at that. Thank you though..." she spoke rather bluntly, an embarrassed blush crossing her cheeks as she finished speaking. This boy was strange... and what was up with the woman accompanying him? He had said she was his guardian but they didn't appear to be related at all and even if it was a familial thing there was no reason for them to stick together so closely. Of course her attention had been briefly drawn towards Makoto's prosthetics but she just as quickly looked away so as not to stare, though she did wonder just how it was that her body had been mangled so badly.

However... luckily there was something else on her mind. "So, you work with the Scribes of the Sand huh? I admit I'm not really interested in that kind of work myself, it seems like too much hassle. I'm also not much of a book gal." she suddenly spoke to help distract herself, standing up and pulling her staff off her back as she did. "As a shinobi I'm only really of much use on the battlefield. My talents lie in beating people over the head with my staff. People always underestimate me because of my small size but they learn when they receive a good whack in retaliation. Kind of like that event down there, just now." she continued, giving the weapon a hearty swing as she spoke. In a lot of ways she hated being short but she did enjoy the look of sheer shock on her enemies' faces when they realized she was much stronger than she initially appeared.

[Willoria]

[[OOC Note: Since one of the characters is being changed to an MN, this will have to be turned in as an incomplete non-canon'd thread later, if we even want to turn it in for points? Since I'm not in the Server someone please DM me what the Consensus is?]]