The roar of the crowd was beginning to die down. The sun was slowly sinking back into the earth, and the daytime breeze that floated gently over the mountains had become rather chilly, the frigid air being met by the first of the chirping crickets and freshly kindled fires. The shopping center normally abundant with people during the day, shinobi and civilian alike, had become almost empty, with the majority of the shopkeepers beginning to count the days fare, sweep the floors, and lock up their stores so they could head home, rest, and prepare for the next busy work day.
This is Takihime's favorite time of day. Never a big fan of large crowds, but a big fan of the shops, she had become a familiar face to the majority of the shopkeepers. Whatever money her father had given her was spent here in abundance.
On a normal day, she would spend the time browsing the shops until every single one of them was ready to go home. Today, however, she was on a mission. Word on the street was that Jin, an older lady with bad breath and even worse body odor, had gotten in some Sai daggers crafted by a very well-known blacksmith from the Rice country. Though not the weapon of choice for many ninja, Takihime herself was a huge fan of the weapon.
She walked briskly past all the shops, smiling and waving to all the shopkeepers who managed to catch her eye but ignoring the rest. As she neared the shop, the smile on her face grew wider and wider. Her tail wagged with excitement, getting the tiniest drops of sweat across her forehead in anticipation.
As she approached the shop, she cracked her fingers, shaking them loose, almost sensing that perhaps she was too excited for something so small. She reached the front of the door, cupping her hands around her face, pressing it against the glass to allow her to peer into the shop. Much to her surprise, there was still about 3 or 4 people inside.
Takihime eyed Jin, the shopkeeper, leaning lazily against the class case, a huge wad of tobacco tucked into her lip, her trademark tin can right beside her. Takihime waved from outside the door, Jin completely oblivious to the young girl. Shrugging it off, Takihime walked into the store, slamming the door behind her in her excitement.
Discovery!
Discovery!
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Weapons, they were such an archaic tool in combat, but Ouken could never seem to shake his reliance of them. Rarely did he ever stock up on them, mostly because he simple had better things to do with his money. But when his kunai were so dull that couldn’t cut paper, and his shuriken so rusted that it broke against air, it seemed that the universe was telling him it was time for replacements.
Ouken had always been a man of routine, most monks were. He didn’t bother with the carefree-I’ll-do-it-whenever-I-can lifestyle. He rose with the son and didn’t rest until the moon had reached its zenith. Now with daylight slipping, he had decided to accomplish one of the last goals on his mental list. He always went to the same weapon’s shop. Not out of customer loyalty, just out of habit. The sorry old woman at the counter just happened to run a business he periodically frequented. The shop was known for exotic weaponry that came from different countries. A blade here crafted by some mountain hermit, or some outlandishly unorthodox armor set. But of course it stocked the fundamental ninja tools.
The apathetic customer flinched as he heard a loud bang from the storefront. Ouken turned from the shelves of hanging steel to toss an annoyed stare at the cause. A girl, much younger than he was, strolled into the shop. It was definitely a unique sight to see, a girl that didn't even appear to be in her teens, excited to be entering a weapons shop. “They sure are training murderers at a young age.” He sneered.
Ouken had always been a man of routine, most monks were. He didn’t bother with the carefree-I’ll-do-it-whenever-I-can lifestyle. He rose with the son and didn’t rest until the moon had reached its zenith. Now with daylight slipping, he had decided to accomplish one of the last goals on his mental list. He always went to the same weapon’s shop. Not out of customer loyalty, just out of habit. The sorry old woman at the counter just happened to run a business he periodically frequented. The shop was known for exotic weaponry that came from different countries. A blade here crafted by some mountain hermit, or some outlandishly unorthodox armor set. But of course it stocked the fundamental ninja tools.
The apathetic customer flinched as he heard a loud bang from the storefront. Ouken turned from the shelves of hanging steel to toss an annoyed stare at the cause. A girl, much younger than he was, strolled into the shop. It was definitely a unique sight to see, a girl that didn't even appear to be in her teens, excited to be entering a weapons shop. “They sure are training murderers at a young age.” He sneered.
Discovery!
Takihime's concentration broke when a boy, probably about one or 2 years older than her, made a small comment. Perhaps it was because of her anticipation about acquiring the weapon, and the fact that this kid had just killed her buzz, that those small words crawled deep under her skin.
She looked at him, giving his body a quick scan, and knew he was a shinobi. You could almost always tell, especially with the flamboyant ones like this guy. She wasn't the type to be rude, but this irked her. Everybody hates a buzzkill, after all.
"They must not be feeding them either", she said, while shooting the boy the meanest, dirtiest look she could muster. Her tail perked up and began to wag rapidly, in anticipation of the boys response. Although she had no intention to fight, she figured a little back and forth would perk her up again.
She looked at him, giving his body a quick scan, and knew he was a shinobi. You could almost always tell, especially with the flamboyant ones like this guy. She wasn't the type to be rude, but this irked her. Everybody hates a buzzkill, after all.
"They must not be feeding them either", she said, while shooting the boy the meanest, dirtiest look she could muster. Her tail perked up and began to wag rapidly, in anticipation of the boys response. Although she had no intention to fight, she figured a little back and forth would perk her up again.
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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“What did you just say to me?” his voice rose, filling the still room instantly. Ouken hadn’t been expecting a response, and had never thought that such a scrawny girl would throw a scathing insult back at him. Reflexively, he drew himself up to appear taller, though with an adversary so short, he looked more like a puffed up playground bully. Ouken, of course, was never one to be outdone, in any competition. Especially not one of wits such as this.
Judging eyes fell on the girl, he wasn’t near as fast as she was at analyzing but the boy made up for it with quality. Is that a tail…? For a moment he contemplated inquiring about it. His eyebrow was literally twitching with curiosity and confusion. But then he buried the question under an indifferent grimace.
Upon inspection she looked even younger than he had assumed, his eyes drifted away from her towards the few other customers in the store who had turned their heads towards him after his outburst. Their patronizing glares softened him, continuing this fight would be childish.
He clapped his hands together and pointed them at the child, as if preparing to broker a deal. “Little Girl,” he dubbed her. “You do not want to pick a fight with someone like me. A brat like you doesn’t even deserve my time.” His voice had fallen to almost a whisper. Ouken’s hands fell to his sides and he closed his eyes with the serene calmness of the Buddha, a complete opposite from the temper he had previously displayed. “Do you understand?"
Judging eyes fell on the girl, he wasn’t near as fast as she was at analyzing but the boy made up for it with quality. Is that a tail…? For a moment he contemplated inquiring about it. His eyebrow was literally twitching with curiosity and confusion. But then he buried the question under an indifferent grimace.
Upon inspection she looked even younger than he had assumed, his eyes drifted away from her towards the few other customers in the store who had turned their heads towards him after his outburst. Their patronizing glares softened him, continuing this fight would be childish.
He clapped his hands together and pointed them at the child, as if preparing to broker a deal. “Little Girl,” he dubbed her. “You do not want to pick a fight with someone like me. A brat like you doesn’t even deserve my time.” His voice had fallen to almost a whisper. Ouken’s hands fell to his sides and he closed his eyes with the serene calmness of the Buddha, a complete opposite from the temper he had previously displayed. “Do you understand?"
Discovery!
One of Takihime's eyebrows perked up while she was listening to the boys rant, almost tuning him out as she focused on the quick flux of emotions he had gone through. Quite emotional for a ninja, although he did contain it rather quickly. Her guess was he was probably the competitive type who was not to be out done by a girl. No matter.
When he was done, Takihime rolled her eyes. She clapped her hands, purposely mimicking the boy. "Got it. Wouldn't want to miss a meal time, now would we?".
She turned, waving the boy off, and continued walking to the counter. As she turned, she let out a short, mocking laughter, with no other intention but to irk the boy. This was very unlike her, but perhaps she could have a little fun.
When he was done, Takihime rolled her eyes. She clapped her hands, purposely mimicking the boy. "Got it. Wouldn't want to miss a meal time, now would we?".
She turned, waving the boy off, and continued walking to the counter. As she turned, she let out a short, mocking laughter, with no other intention but to irk the boy. This was very unlike her, but perhaps she could have a little fun.
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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When Ouken opened his eyes, he felt like a balloon just about to burst. “I thought even a girl as young as you would know that she is merely to be seen and not heard.” he threw the insult like a knife at her back. Were girls always this cold and well-equipped for verbal warfare? Ouken tucked his hands into his pockets, resolving to not bother with the girl again. Though he had to admit, it was nice to find someone who wasn’t overly kind or insane. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the girl, if it was a girl. That wagging tail made her some kind of canine; did everyone in the village just see this as normal? Surely he wasn’t the crazy one in all of this.
With slight apprehensiveness in his step, he walked towards the girl. “You’re some kind of dog, aren't you?” He stated dumbly. Tact was never his strong point. Ouken had the perfect look of confusion on his face. Eyebrows arched, and mouth formed into an ‘o’ a follow up question just about to roll off his tongue.
With slight apprehensiveness in his step, he walked towards the girl. “You’re some kind of dog, aren't you?” He stated dumbly. Tact was never his strong point. Ouken had the perfect look of confusion on his face. Eyebrows arched, and mouth formed into an ‘o’ a follow up question just about to roll off his tongue.
Discovery!
Takihime was hardly the impulsive type. But just as with everyone, she too, had a breaking point. Although she was nowhere near it before, she had suddenly just been warped far beyond it. A dog? A dog??!? A DOG?!?!?!!?!?.
The words ran through her mind over and over again. Being from the Ote clan, she was used to everybody looking the same, so it didn't even occur to her that perhaps the boy was talking about her tail and ears. The thought didn't even enter her mind. The only thing she thought was... well, she didn't think. An emotional creature in her own right, she was quickly consumed with rage.
She slammed her hands on the counter top, the old lady behind the counter looking at the 2 with great worry. It's almost as she sensed it before they did.
Takihime turned to the boy, rage consuming her entire being. "The nerve of you!!! A...a... a DOG?!?!!?!?". She quickly conjured up whatever saliva she had in her mouth, and spat outwards, aiming directly for the boys face. She then raised her right hand, palm open, ready to slap the living shit out of the boy, aiming directly for his left cheek.
The words ran through her mind over and over again. Being from the Ote clan, she was used to everybody looking the same, so it didn't even occur to her that perhaps the boy was talking about her tail and ears. The thought didn't even enter her mind. The only thing she thought was... well, she didn't think. An emotional creature in her own right, she was quickly consumed with rage.
She slammed her hands on the counter top, the old lady behind the counter looking at the 2 with great worry. It's almost as she sensed it before they did.
Takihime turned to the boy, rage consuming her entire being. "The nerve of you!!! A...a... a DOG?!?!!?!?". She quickly conjured up whatever saliva she had in her mouth, and spat outwards, aiming directly for the boys face. She then raised her right hand, palm open, ready to slap the living shit out of the boy, aiming directly for his left cheek.
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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The impact Ouken’s comment didn’t take root in his mind until after he had already said it. A fearful and cautious smile replaced his puzzlement. Though, it seemed his charm was lost on the enraged woman. “Yes, because you have a tai-.” Ouken’s nearly lost his ‘cool’ when he felt something warm, wet and sickening hit his cheek. Ouken had always been squeamish, but a revolting assault like this made his skin crawl. He was just about to stammer out a rebuttal to disgusting display when he received a sudden and sharp clap to the side of his face. Whatever reply had been formulating in Ouken’s mind had been knocked out by the slap; all that was left to replace it was violence.
Ouken felt his cheeks sting, not from the attack but the embarrassment of it. A girl had managed to hit him. Something he could not allow to go unpunished. He stomped up to the girl so that only inches separated them, and grabbed a handful of her shirt, tugging on it to pull her towards him. His father had always taught him that striking a woman was one of the most dishonorable feats a man could perform, and so he resisted the urge to punch her. If she had been a boy, or even a man twice his size he would have already done that.
“You are absolutely disgusting! I have never met anything as revolting as you are.” Ouken shouted into her face. It lacked the stinging power that saliva splattering on your face had, but he wasn’t half done.
Ouken felt his cheeks sting, not from the attack but the embarrassment of it. A girl had managed to hit him. Something he could not allow to go unpunished. He stomped up to the girl so that only inches separated them, and grabbed a handful of her shirt, tugging on it to pull her towards him. His father had always taught him that striking a woman was one of the most dishonorable feats a man could perform, and so he resisted the urge to punch her. If she had been a boy, or even a man twice his size he would have already done that.
“You are absolutely disgusting! I have never met anything as revolting as you are.” Ouken shouted into her face. It lacked the stinging power that saliva splattering on your face had, but he wasn’t half done.
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Takihime stood frozen in her tracks. What was anger before had become a sudden realization of what she had done. The boy was bigger than her, he might even be a Chunin or Jounin, although by the looks of him it was unlikely. Regardless, she was rather intimidated.
She kept her poker face though, not showing an ounce of fear, even when the boy pulled her to nearly a few inches from his face. She squinted while he was screaming at her, halfway scared, halfway pissed off. She felt his anger as well, and what was fear before now turned into full on rage. It sort of consumed her, and once the boy was done yelling, she screamed in a high pitched voice that only teenage girls seem to be capable of screaming in, purposely trying to drown out his screams with her own.
She reached over his head with both hands, aiming to grab the boys hair. Should she manage to grab it, she would tug upwards, pulling it with all her strength.
She kept her poker face though, not showing an ounce of fear, even when the boy pulled her to nearly a few inches from his face. She squinted while he was screaming at her, halfway scared, halfway pissed off. She felt his anger as well, and what was fear before now turned into full on rage. It sort of consumed her, and once the boy was done yelling, she screamed in a high pitched voice that only teenage girls seem to be capable of screaming in, purposely trying to drown out his screams with her own.
She reached over his head with both hands, aiming to grab the boys hair. Should she manage to grab it, she would tug upwards, pulling it with all her strength.
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~Bond of Rage
D-Ranked Taijutsu
As long as the clan member is in empathic range of someone, they are able to pick up the base emotions of people, in regards to hateful emotions. This will, in turn, make them 'feel' that emotion, in their own way. So if they're around someone that's mad, they will feel mad, and so on. While in this state, however, they will have an increased strength of 1, while their wit is lowered by 1.
Strength: 3+1=4........Wit: 5-1=4
D-Ranked Taijutsu
As long as the clan member is in empathic range of someone, they are able to pick up the base emotions of people, in regards to hateful emotions. This will, in turn, make them 'feel' that emotion, in their own way. So if they're around someone that's mad, they will feel mad, and so on. While in this state, however, they will have an increased strength of 1, while their wit is lowered by 1.
Strength: 3+1=4........Wit: 5-1=4
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Ouken had never had his hair pulled. Until a year ago he had had his head shaved, almost since birth. Besides, as a ninja he had been trained to fight with discipline, he was an expert user of the spiritual arts to devastate opponents, and his mental fortitude is what blessed him in battle. Years’ worth of training dissolved in an instant when Ouken felt his scalp being pulled by the hands of some monster ape. On top of the fact that his eyes were drowning in blood, Ouken’s ear drums felt like they were bursting from the girls banshee scream.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” he screeched releasing the girl and pulling away from her, only intensifying the agony. When finally he heard the tearing, like the shredding of cloth, Ouken was more shocked than hurt. He collapsed on to the floorboards; the fluttering strands of his hair fell in front of him. As a reflex, his hands flew to his head. “My hair!” he shouted, lacking the manliness he would have wished in the sentence. ”Are you insane?” Ouken didn’t yell this part, simply mumbled it like he was too shocked to believe what had happened.
The girl seemed like a lunatic, her face resembled a ball of clay that had been mashed together by the hands of a three year old. That was the weird part, this little girl almost seemed intimidating.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” he screeched releasing the girl and pulling away from her, only intensifying the agony. When finally he heard the tearing, like the shredding of cloth, Ouken was more shocked than hurt. He collapsed on to the floorboards; the fluttering strands of his hair fell in front of him. As a reflex, his hands flew to his head. “My hair!” he shouted, lacking the manliness he would have wished in the sentence. ”Are you insane?” Ouken didn’t yell this part, simply mumbled it like he was too shocked to believe what had happened.
The girl seemed like a lunatic, her face resembled a ball of clay that had been mashed together by the hands of a three year old. That was the weird part, this little girl almost seemed intimidating.
Discovery!
With the boys crash, Takihime suddenly came crashing down to reality. Why had she acted so impulsively? Even more so, why had she lashed out so violently? This was very unlike her. Perhaps she was trying to do as much damage before she got her ass handed to her on a silver platter. Enjoy it while she could.
She looked down apologetically at the boy, putting her hands out as if to try to help him up. Before she could even apologize, she was hit by a small tin can on her head. "Ow! What the-"
Rushing at her from the back was Jin, the shop keeper, cursing something fierce, but muffled, tiny specs of tobacco flying out every which way. She was grabbing every item in her sight; her trademark spitting cup, her tin cans, wooden kunai holsters, empty scrolls. Anything within reach. She was simply taking the brunt of the objects, putting up her arms to shield her face, still not quite sure of what was going on.
Then it hit her. It seems in her small fit, she had managed to knock over one of the large stands, with many of the collectable, and purely aesthetic, glass weapons, shattering them all on the floor. When did I do that?.
She looked around for a second. Oh well!. She picked up one of the larger looking wooden kunai holders and chucked it at the boy, aiming for his temple, not even staying or looking to see whether or not it'd hit his mark, and she turned, bolting out the door.
She looked down apologetically at the boy, putting her hands out as if to try to help him up. Before she could even apologize, she was hit by a small tin can on her head. "Ow! What the-"
Rushing at her from the back was Jin, the shop keeper, cursing something fierce, but muffled, tiny specs of tobacco flying out every which way. She was grabbing every item in her sight; her trademark spitting cup, her tin cans, wooden kunai holsters, empty scrolls. Anything within reach. She was simply taking the brunt of the objects, putting up her arms to shield her face, still not quite sure of what was going on.
Then it hit her. It seems in her small fit, she had managed to knock over one of the large stands, with many of the collectable, and purely aesthetic, glass weapons, shattering them all on the floor. When did I do that?.
She looked around for a second. Oh well!. She picked up one of the larger looking wooden kunai holders and chucked it at the boy, aiming for his temple, not even staying or looking to see whether or not it'd hit his mark, and she turned, bolting out the door.
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Ouken, the legendary stone-faced and emotionally drained youth, laughed when he saw his assaulter receive a brutal pelting from the owner of the store. It was the malicious laugh you would expect from someone seeing their enemy defeated by an assortment of random objects, it was the sugary sweet laugh you hear from kids in a candy store. Which almost made it more disturbing to hear. He only paused when he saw the girl’s rebuttal. A case of possibly incredibly sharp weaponry sailed at his head, Ouken’s quick thinking prevented him from receiving a concussion. He clapped both hands together at the sides of the case in midair.
Carefully and slowly, Ouken placed the wooden container on the ground, before bouncing to his feet. For a second, he had the haunting feeling that he was to blame for some of the destruction here. Sure that crazy little girl had tried to kill him, but Ouken had provoked her. That look in her eyes right before it turned to rage, was impossible to misconstrue as anything but fear, and then right after the fact when she had looked at him with wide and moist eyes, if this girl wasn’t some vicious demon than she seemed almost apologetic of her actions.
And speaking of her eyes. They were devastatingly creepy, a sharp contrast that reminded Ouken of statues of mythical creatures that were a blend of reality and fantasy. Standing there in a smashed up shop with glass lying around his feet with objects of different weight and sizes orbiting his skull, Ouken felt like berating himself. How could a monk, who had been trained to be open-minded and peace-loving, act so harshly towards a little girl?
Unbeknownst of the slowing blizzard, Ouken marched out of the store and into the descending suns light. He saw the cause of his previous discomfort almost instantly; the wagging tail was an obvious beacon. “Hey! Stop!” he shouted, though he didn’t he needed to, the outside world had become desolate.
Carefully and slowly, Ouken placed the wooden container on the ground, before bouncing to his feet. For a second, he had the haunting feeling that he was to blame for some of the destruction here. Sure that crazy little girl had tried to kill him, but Ouken had provoked her. That look in her eyes right before it turned to rage, was impossible to misconstrue as anything but fear, and then right after the fact when she had looked at him with wide and moist eyes, if this girl wasn’t some vicious demon than she seemed almost apologetic of her actions.
And speaking of her eyes. They were devastatingly creepy, a sharp contrast that reminded Ouken of statues of mythical creatures that were a blend of reality and fantasy. Standing there in a smashed up shop with glass lying around his feet with objects of different weight and sizes orbiting his skull, Ouken felt like berating himself. How could a monk, who had been trained to be open-minded and peace-loving, act so harshly towards a little girl?
Unbeknownst of the slowing blizzard, Ouken marched out of the store and into the descending suns light. He saw the cause of his previous discomfort almost instantly; the wagging tail was an obvious beacon. “Hey! Stop!” he shouted, though he didn’t he needed to, the outside world had become desolate.
Discovery!
Takihime stopped when she heard a familiar voice calling her. The world around her was pretty desolate, for the most part, giving the girl and the boy the perfect venue for anything that was about to ensue. In the deepest chamber of her mind, Takihime didn't want to fight. She wasn't a sensor type, but she knew she was out of her league.
Out of her league or not though, she was ready for anything.
She turned around, moving the hair that had fallen in front of her face during the sprint back to its normal position, and took a few slow, cautious steps back to her ol' buddy from the shop. She put her right hand behind her, inside her weapons pouch, gripping one of her sai, but not yet removing it from it's hiding place, seemingly in wait for the boy to make a move.
"What do you want?!?"
Out of her league or not though, she was ready for anything.
She turned around, moving the hair that had fallen in front of her face during the sprint back to its normal position, and took a few slow, cautious steps back to her ol' buddy from the shop. She put her right hand behind her, inside her weapons pouch, gripping one of her sai, but not yet removing it from it's hiding place, seemingly in wait for the boy to make a move.
"What do you want?!?"
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Ouken stopped the moment the girl turned to see who had called for her. Though, by the pained anger painted on her face, she had already known. Innocently, Ouken raised his hands meekly in the air, like a captured criminal. His eyes flashed pictures of her posture and frame, the hidden right arm- most likely the one she would use to throw a weapon at him if he misspoke again –slow and purposeful steps that were oddly more threatening than a kunai to the ribs. “You’re not actually going to try to kill me in cold blood?” he sneered, his mouth flat lining in condemnation, if only simple words had the power to turn an ally into a killer.
“You’re a shinobi of Kumogakure, just like I am. And as allies it would reflect poorly on, mainly you, our skills if a few harsh words cost us our lives in a dangerous situation.” Ouken lowered his arms, and cocked his head slightly to the side; with his stick thin figure and hunched stature he looked the part of a scarecrow. Well, of course not just like me. Ouken couldn’t refrain from the mental jab. “What I want is an apology.” He halted in his speech, the right side of his mouth twitching and turning what could have been a well-meaning smile into a bent imitation. He cleared his throat. The words felt almost brand new to him, and like a toddler, Ouken stumbled in his speech. “I mean… I meant… To apologize to you.”
“You’re a shinobi of Kumogakure, just like I am. And as allies it would reflect poorly on, mainly you, our skills if a few harsh words cost us our lives in a dangerous situation.” Ouken lowered his arms, and cocked his head slightly to the side; with his stick thin figure and hunched stature he looked the part of a scarecrow. Well, of course not just like me. Ouken couldn’t refrain from the mental jab. “What I want is an apology.” He halted in his speech, the right side of his mouth twitching and turning what could have been a well-meaning smile into a bent imitation. He cleared his throat. The words felt almost brand new to him, and like a toddler, Ouken stumbled in his speech. “I mean… I meant… To apologize to you.”
Discovery!
Takihime felt very stupid. This was a rare occurrence, but she'd foolishly let her emotions get the best of her. She slouched, her head down, and her hands letting go of the sai, coming forward, dropping lazily to her sides. She felt embarrassed really. She walked up to the boy, her shame rendering her incapable of looking at him.
"You don't need to apologize, I was being ridiculous. I let the anger get to me, sorry, can't help it sometimes." The boy would probably have no idea just how true this was.
Takihime finally looked up, raising an eyebrow the the boys awkward smile, and his weird movements. Her facial expression demonstrating clearly that she had no idea what he was trying to do. What a creep...
Trying to kill the awkwardness, you raised her hand outwards to shake, nervously. "I'll make it up to ya'. What do you say? Truce?"
"You don't need to apologize, I was being ridiculous. I let the anger get to me, sorry, can't help it sometimes." The boy would probably have no idea just how true this was.
Takihime finally looked up, raising an eyebrow the the boys awkward smile, and his weird movements. Her facial expression demonstrating clearly that she had no idea what he was trying to do. What a creep...
Trying to kill the awkwardness, you raised her hand outwards to shake, nervously. "I'll make it up to ya'. What do you say? Truce?"
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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“The monks would say meditation is the key. ‘To be like a cloud, serene and unguarded, but when threatened become as vicious and potent as a thunderstorm.’ Ancient proverb.” He replied to her apology. All those hours spent memorizing tomes and moral literature had turned him into a philosophy regurgitating machine. Ouken hated that look on the girls face. Like he was doing something wrong and was being prompted to correct it. He was no expert in the mannerisms of commoners, and every grimace or slanted gaze was enough to ruin his mood. Despite this he managed a smirk, the shaky kind that personified awkwardness, towards the girl gradually making her way towards him, albeit tensely.
Ouken arched an eyebrow at the girl’s call of a truce and the odd gesture of holding her hand out to him. In response he folded his hands in prayer and bowed to the girl. “You would have to make it up to the shopkeeper first.” Ouken answered straight-facedly. Suddenly, he was the pillar of morality, and not the boy that was ready to pounce on a little girl.
Ouken arched an eyebrow at the girl’s call of a truce and the odd gesture of holding her hand out to him. In response he folded his hands in prayer and bowed to the girl. “You would have to make it up to the shopkeeper first.” Ouken answered straight-facedly. Suddenly, he was the pillar of morality, and not the boy that was ready to pounce on a little girl.
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Takihime nodded slowly in affirmation, like a kid who'd just been grounded by her father. She retracted her hand, and looked up, as if ready to start anew, and walked past the boy. She stopped suddenly, looking back slightly, so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye.
"A dog? Really?"
She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, now suddenly questioning just how moral this guy was. Half of her was just delaying time until she had to go face the shopkeeper, the other half of her wanted to knock this guy off of his high horse. She gave him a look as if expecting an explanation, her foot tapping on the ground steadily.
"So you insult me, and now you're telling me what to do? Pfft." She took a few steps back towards him. She was trying to peg him, but couldn't. "What role are you trying to play?" she said accusingly, pointing a menacing finger at him. She took a few more steps towards him, getting close, but not in his face, part of her still weary of being beaten to a pulp by the kid. She arched one of her eyebrows, awaiting for any words that were to come out of his mouth.
"A dog? Really?"
She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, now suddenly questioning just how moral this guy was. Half of her was just delaying time until she had to go face the shopkeeper, the other half of her wanted to knock this guy off of his high horse. She gave him a look as if expecting an explanation, her foot tapping on the ground steadily.
"So you insult me, and now you're telling me what to do? Pfft." She took a few steps back towards him. She was trying to peg him, but couldn't. "What role are you trying to play?" she said accusingly, pointing a menacing finger at him. She took a few more steps towards him, getting close, but not in his face, part of her still weary of being beaten to a pulp by the kid. She arched one of her eyebrows, awaiting for any words that were to come out of his mouth.
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Ote Takihime - Genin - Kumogakure no Sato
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Ouken almost smiled at the girl accepting his sagely advice, he had to keep up his new-found respectable air or at the very least to uphold his pride. His good deed for the day, correcting a wayward youth, had been accomplished, and the resigned expression he could never seem to shake returned to his face. Ouken allowed the girl to pass him without resistance, forcing himself to ignore the oddness of her sudden quietness. Just a moment ago she was threatening him with hidden weapons or wrenching hair from his scalp. Girls were definitely volatile creatures.
Ouken turned slightly when he heard her question and pursed his lips confusedly, before meditating for a second on what she was talking about. The understanding of his own words finally hit him and a slight blush colored his face, and his eyes sunk farther and farther down as she walked towards him. “You uh…” he pointed to his own ears. “You have dog ears. And a tail. I meant no disrespect. Surely, you have noticed this long before I pointed it out.” That stock expression and posture confused Ouken. Did she think she could assert some kind of power over him with this question, though the exact connotation of her pose was lost on him. "I'm not playing any 'role'." he finished with a whisper.
Ouken turned slightly when he heard her question and pursed his lips confusedly, before meditating for a second on what she was talking about. The understanding of his own words finally hit him and a slight blush colored his face, and his eyes sunk farther and farther down as she walked towards him. “You uh…” he pointed to his own ears. “You have dog ears. And a tail. I meant no disrespect. Surely, you have noticed this long before I pointed it out.” That stock expression and posture confused Ouken. Did she think she could assert some kind of power over him with this question, though the exact connotation of her pose was lost on him. "I'm not playing any 'role'." he finished with a whisper.
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Takihime was taken aback by just how frank his statement was. Dog ears and tail were so commonplace in her household, she often forgot just how strange it looked to everybody outside of the Ote common. She grabbed her left ear, stroked it gently.
She averted her eyes for a second, knowing full and well that he was right. She sighed heavily, not moving from her position. She looked up at him, and nodded. "You're pretty smart."
Finally, reassured that the threat had been averted, she put her hands on her hips. "It's just as much your fault that her shop is destroyed as it is mine. I'm not going unless you're going." She wasn't too convinced whether or not she even believed this, but she wasn't going to go in there alone.
She averted her eyes for a second, knowing full and well that he was right. She sighed heavily, not moving from her position. She looked up at him, and nodded. "You're pretty smart."
Finally, reassured that the threat had been averted, she put her hands on her hips. "It's just as much your fault that her shop is destroyed as it is mine. I'm not going unless you're going." She wasn't too convinced whether or not she even believed this, but she wasn't going to go in there alone.
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Ouken forced his mouth to form a plastic grin though the rest of his face remained still and expressionless. The end result was the confusing swirl that came off as mocking. "Of course. I am not above admitting my own shortcomings..." However benign. Behind his obvious mask of displeasure, he was caging his inner child. Why should he have to associate with the failures of a wayward kunochi like the one before him? "Can you explain to me why you have the anatomy of a canine?" Ouken questioned, his tense smile loosening as he spoke.
He absolutely despise small talk, resorting to total silence had always been his favored choice, since becoming a genin anything choice he had had been obliterated. Situations like this always seemed to arise. Between insane revolutionists on cliff tops and pestering adults, and now crazy hybrid girls that forced him to admit to crimes that weren't his. "Shall we?" Ouken asked as he stepped past Takihime and gestured down the street. This smile was becoming painful.
He absolutely despise small talk, resorting to total silence had always been his favored choice, since becoming a genin anything choice he had had been obliterated. Situations like this always seemed to arise. Between insane revolutionists on cliff tops and pestering adults, and now crazy hybrid girls that forced him to admit to crimes that weren't his. "Shall we?" Ouken asked as he stepped past Takihime and gestured down the street. This smile was becoming painful.
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"The Ote clan. All of us our like this... It's one of our special abilities, I guess you could say."
Takihime walked alongside Ouken past to the shop. She wasn't looking at him right, but just from the smiles and his words she could read how tense he was all over him, and just how fake the smile was. "We can also read emotions. So you can stop smiling now."
She gave a faint smile, clearly displaying her satisfaction at the statement, as if somehow she'd just one up'd the boy. She had almost a bounce to her step even. She continued her stroll, nearing the shop. Pretty soon, she'd have to face the consequences of her actions.
She stopped in front of the weapons shop, placing her hand on the handle. She opened it, hesitantly, and gestured to the boy. "After you.", she said, motioning him in with her free hand.[/color]
Takihime walked alongside Ouken past to the shop. She wasn't looking at him right, but just from the smiles and his words she could read how tense he was all over him, and just how fake the smile was. "We can also read emotions. So you can stop smiling now."
She gave a faint smile, clearly displaying her satisfaction at the statement, as if somehow she'd just one up'd the boy. She had almost a bounce to her step even. She continued her stroll, nearing the shop. Pretty soon, she'd have to face the consequences of her actions.
She stopped in front of the weapons shop, placing her hand on the handle. She opened it, hesitantly, and gestured to the boy. "After you.", she said, motioning him in with her free hand.[/color]
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Ote Takihime - Genin - Kumogakure no Sato
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Your clans special ability is to be mutated... thought Ouken. Some ninja were so unfortunate, having to live your entire life as a part-human and part-mutt seemed like some kind of divine punishment. And Ouken knew all about divine punishments. He almost flinched when the girl revealed yet another secret, the Ote clans true power. Taming his need to react violently, Ouken allowed his smile to drop and return to a grumpy frown. "Very, err, unique skill." It most definitely was. Reading emotions, it was a talent he had never even though possible with chakra. It all made sense now, those strange eyes had to have a hidden ability locked within them.
Without even realizing it, he had arrived back at the shop front. Ouken glanced at his former enemy, even without supernatural vision he could see her hesitation. He felt no uneasiness, the naive belief that he could persuade the shop owner of his innocence and this girl's guilt. Speaking of this 'girl', he didn't even know her name.
Ouken, still debating his alliance with the girl and her abilities, almost completely ignored the fact that she had opened the door for him. Absentmindedly, he muttered a "Thank you." before he stepped inside, his forged smile returning with force, this Ote girl may be able to read emotions, but the storeowner sure couldn’t. “This girl would like to apologize for ruining your store.”
Without even realizing it, he had arrived back at the shop front. Ouken glanced at his former enemy, even without supernatural vision he could see her hesitation. He felt no uneasiness, the naive belief that he could persuade the shop owner of his innocence and this girl's guilt. Speaking of this 'girl', he didn't even know her name.
Ouken, still debating his alliance with the girl and her abilities, almost completely ignored the fact that she had opened the door for him. Absentmindedly, he muttered a "Thank you." before he stepped inside, his forged smile returning with force, this Ote girl may be able to read emotions, but the storeowner sure couldn’t. “This girl would like to apologize for ruining your store.”
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Takihime walked into the store, her head sunk into her shoulders, red with embarrassment. She rarely ever felt 12, but she certainly felt like a little girl right now. "I'm sorry Jin-san, I don't know what got into me."
The lady gave her a very dirty look. She was still behind the counter. The previously knocked down racks were propped up once again, with many of the items, particularly the glass and porcelain ones, were no longer there. To her left, there was a very young errand boy who was still sweeping the debris.
Takihime could see the red, angry aura around Jin. She knew that she'd just lost her go-to place for weapons shop. Not even wanting to here the scolding she was going to get, she turned around, and began walking out the door.
"Let's go. She doesn't want me here" she said to Ouken, tears forming under her eyes.
The lady gave her a very dirty look. She was still behind the counter. The previously knocked down racks were propped up once again, with many of the items, particularly the glass and porcelain ones, were no longer there. To her left, there was a very young errand boy who was still sweeping the debris.
Takihime could see the red, angry aura around Jin. She knew that she'd just lost her go-to place for weapons shop. Not even wanting to here the scolding she was going to get, she turned around, and began walking out the door.
"Let's go. She doesn't want me here" she said to Ouken, tears forming under her eyes.
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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The young nin was expecting the woman to be angry, he wasn't wrong in that respect, the woman looked fuming. But her rage manifested itself in a frightening silence, that he was thankful was not directed at him. Ouken was devilishly pleased to see Takihime squirm, revenge was incredibly sweet. He turned slightly and with a perfectly placid expression, though it would be of no help in masking his emotions to the girl, stared at her. Only then did he notice the tiny droplets of water budding under her eyes. Girls weren't just volatile they were also emotionally unstable.
Ouken hated being around people when they were experiencing bouts of intense emotion, the look on a shaken Takihime was unnerving and caused a guilty lump to rise into his throat. Washing the feeling away with unabashed pride in the fact that he wasn't to blame and cleared his throat. "Take her silence as acceptance." Ouken said, leading her with a hovering hand away from the door, barely able to provide a skeleton of comfort.
Ouken hated being around people when they were experiencing bouts of intense emotion, the look on a shaken Takihime was unnerving and caused a guilty lump to rise into his throat. Washing the feeling away with unabashed pride in the fact that he wasn't to blame and cleared his throat. "Take her silence as acceptance." Ouken said, leading her with a hovering hand away from the door, barely able to provide a skeleton of comfort.
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Takihime nodded softly as she walked out of the shop. Taking a step out, her emotions finally caused her resolve to crack, her tears running unimpeded out from her eyes and down her face. She inhaled roughly, as if she was choking, letting out a huge wail. Mentally, she'd just gone backwards, the 12 year old Taijutsuist ninja was now the same 3 year old toddler who'd throw tantrums when she wouldn't get her diaper changed fast enough.
Opening her eyes just long enough to catch a glimpse of the boy, she noted that he was getting some kind of sadistic satisfaction out of all of this. What an asshole!
She stayed looking at him, her face contorted into a weird shape, that'd be difficult to describe. "You're... you're such a...". She couldn't even let the last few words find their way out of her mouth, lest she find herself in another emotional frenzy. Even for teenage girl standards, the tears were becoming excessive.
She turned to the place she originally had come from, in the direction her house was in, and began running home. Her stride was fueled by emotion, mainly anger and sadness. She was acting ridiculous, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. In the back of her mind, part of her wished she'd never run into the boy again. Another part of her wished that their next encounter would be different, and that she'd have a proper, adult explanation for her wayward actions.
Finally, half way down the road, he emotions had burned themselves out, logic once again taking it's proper place in her mind. Oh how silly she'd acted. She still felt the adrenaline rush that had come with it receding slowly from her veins. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, thinking about everything that had just happened. Today had turned out to be really weird.
Taking a look behind her, half expecting to see the monk following behind for some reason, she couldn't help but wonder what their next encounter would be like. She would definitely like a shot at redeeming herself. Normally, she couldn't care less, but she felt a knot of pride at her throat which she couldn't swallow. Next time she'd be more prepared.
Until then...
Opening her eyes just long enough to catch a glimpse of the boy, she noted that he was getting some kind of sadistic satisfaction out of all of this. What an asshole!
She stayed looking at him, her face contorted into a weird shape, that'd be difficult to describe. "You're... you're such a...". She couldn't even let the last few words find their way out of her mouth, lest she find herself in another emotional frenzy. Even for teenage girl standards, the tears were becoming excessive.
She turned to the place she originally had come from, in the direction her house was in, and began running home. Her stride was fueled by emotion, mainly anger and sadness. She was acting ridiculous, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it. In the back of her mind, part of her wished she'd never run into the boy again. Another part of her wished that their next encounter would be different, and that she'd have a proper, adult explanation for her wayward actions.
Finally, half way down the road, he emotions had burned themselves out, logic once again taking it's proper place in her mind. Oh how silly she'd acted. She still felt the adrenaline rush that had come with it receding slowly from her veins. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, thinking about everything that had just happened. Today had turned out to be really weird.
Taking a look behind her, half expecting to see the monk following behind for some reason, she couldn't help but wonder what their next encounter would be like. She would definitely like a shot at redeeming herself. Normally, she couldn't care less, but she felt a knot of pride at her throat which she couldn't swallow. Next time she'd be more prepared.
Until then...
| Hyuuga Hinoiri | Genin - Konohagakure |
| Nagatomo Ken | C-rank Samurai - Land of Miracles |
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Ote Takihime - Genin - Kumogakure no Sato
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Ouken’s face turned pale and blank when the girl turned to look at him. He didn’t bother asking what she was about to say, the swirling maelstrom that had become her face was impossible to decode. Worriedly, he burrowed into his memory; trying to place how many times this girl had pulled a drastic one-eighty degree turn of emotions. But by the end of his confused pause the girl was already shrinking into a dot on the horizon. Girls were strange and irrational creatures. More perplexed than ever before, he began the trek in the opposite direction as the girl to his own home.
Normally, he could understand people easily but this girl was out of the ordinary. A gatecrasher of normality that left his day disturbed and haunted his thoughts. However, Ouken had firmly uprooted any seeds of guilt or doubt from his mind, the girl was clearly insane and he was the victim of assault. Tossing this moment deep into a mental abyss, he resigned himself to a new purpose, getting home and sleeping away this memory.
Normally, he could understand people easily but this girl was out of the ordinary. A gatecrasher of normality that left his day disturbed and haunted his thoughts. However, Ouken had firmly uprooted any seeds of guilt or doubt from his mind, the girl was clearly insane and he was the victim of assault. Tossing this moment deep into a mental abyss, he resigned himself to a new purpose, getting home and sleeping away this memory.