It was bright afternoon not a cloud in the sky as a soft breeze took over the land pushing the grass and softly swaying the weak branches upon the tree’s. One would merely fall in love with the few of nature itself as the sound of chirping birds carried the air. Burittsu himself sporting his usual outfit of black parachute pants, a black scarf, shinobi sandals with his black rag wrapped around his head, and a band upon his right arm. He was upon the path to the ruins in a hurry by the looks of it each step he took embedding his footprint into the dirt path his eyes refusing to remain focus continued to be distracted. Gazing upon every tiny detail about the forest and it’s history in the world of the shinobi. It took some time getting to the ruin’s from the village but indeed it was worth it to Burittsu it was place where his answers could always be found or even a place for him to think about his actions and let him release his inner thoughts. Without the judgement of other shinobi due to the fact Burittsu never made any friends or allies in the village he only found friendship when he trained with Wolfgang. As minutes quickly passed by Burittsu was introduced to a large light of brightness that led to a empty field with multiple building’s each taken over by mother nature itself.

“Finally..”

Quickly dashing towards a large building that rested in the middle of it all Burittsu’s face was only that of concern dashing through the grass and quickly entering the building he was faced with nothing but torches upon the corridor walls of the temple. His footsteps echoing throughout the halls making his way deeper into the ruin as he finally made his way to a large room tiled with rubble from the roof of the temple as it left a large gaping hole. With a bright sunlight shining down upon a nine foot statue made of pure bronze the statue itself was female holding in her left hand a two headed snake as in the other a flower. Her eye’s were covered with a rag as her reached down her back she bared no shoes but sported a gown that touched the skin of her feet. Burittsu gave out a sigh and bowed to the statue before fully entering the room he quickly made his way to the statue quickly kneeling upon the ground as his hands met the sunlight itself grew brighter shining down upon the statue and the shinobi.

“Forgive me for the tardiness Mom and Dad excuse me if I did not bring any gifts. I simply missed talking to you guys after all.”

Looking up at the man made statue Burittsu could only smile as the pain itself killed him slowly from the inside placing his head back down he began to pray long and hard. As his mind only began to race and think about how he could become a better shinobi and why did his parents abandon him when he was only so young. In mere seconds he could only give out a chuckle as he returned back to silence and began to pray once more.

WC: 544

Was this life worth living? Could what she was even be called living? She had no need for sleep, no need for food. She did not breath, and she did not tire. She did not feel the elements on her body; cold meant nothing to her, and heat was a painful memory. Oh, what she would give for another chance to expirience these things again. But that was not to be the case. Through her savior's violet eyes she was saved from death, brought back into this world, and given a purpose; save the world from destruction. A daunting task, yes.

Blood is thicker than water, Shitai. Remember that.

But it did not help her that her very same family asked the opposite of her; they instructed her to infiltrate the world of the shinobi, to feed them information from the inside and bring about its destruction. In life, she'd been a loyal soldier, playing her part in her family's secret war on the shinobi world, but with her death came an understanding of the world; knowledge imparted from her savior. Shitai never questioned the force that brought her back, but understood that it was a mercy that she did not deserve, but was given anyway. Now that she was dead, she felt that the world of the Shinobi was a greater cause to serve.

The blood of the Convenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

Ah yes, the true meaning of that statement; the opposite of the generalized meaning. Bonds formed by choice hold a tighter hold over than those formed by family ties. And so, after her death, after her family realized that she was still alive, she swore to herself that this place, Kirigakure no sato, this place was hers to protect in this world. Should anything raise itself against Kirigakure no Sato, she would deal with it. But, for the time being, she was required to play the role of a double agent. Her family believed her to still be in league with them, proving them information. She could not arouse suspicion as to her true intentions, and so, the female was required to keep up pretenses.

That was why she was here on this day, making her way to the temple ruins. It was the agreeded upon meeting place for her to make the drop; a scroll containing false information on deployment patterns and defensive structures was tucked away somewhere on her body, hidden beneath the bandages that completely covereed her form from head to toe. Over this, the female wore a tattered hooded black cloak, complete with droopy ears attached to it, that hung down to her ankles. In her left hand was held a weapon, a scythe. In the days past, since her encounter with that little Uchiha girl, the female had taken to 'robbing' her own grave, taking up the weapon that she had used in life. The Final Critic was still a bit dirty, but it would do its job just nicely should the situation call for it.

Carefully measured, quiet steps would bring the female to the temple and carry her inside. As she moved, something seemed off about the place, like she could sense someone was already here. Could the courier already be here? Shitai could have sworn that she was early; maybe they were impatient? From within the temple, the female could hear someone speaking...

“Forgive me for the tardiness Mom and Dad excuse me if I did not bring any gifts. I simply missed talking to you guys after all.”

So, someone was here to pay thier respects to the dead, hm? No matter. Shitai could only hope they did not stay long; the courier would be there any moment for his package; knowing him, he would possibly attempt to kill the poor ninja. But... perhaps.

CLANG! CLANG!

The shaft of the scythe was struck against the wall 'accidentally'. Hopefully, this would earn the attention of the person inside the temple...

666 WC

His prayer seemed to go on and on without stop as his mind raced and his skin began to sweat due to the heat and the sunlight bouncing off the statue. He continued to mumble underneath the sunlight praying and giving out his respect to the dead the grieving pain only continued to strike harder and harder into the chest of Burittsu. As he only continued to chuckle feeling the warm tears slide down his face dripping off his chin and hitting the ground. The sunlight was strong indeed just as the ambition and passion that rested deep inside of Burittsu and was only shown at times of grief or need. His concentration was quickly cut off from the prayer and his respects a mighty loud sound that echoed throughout the temple that fine afternoon.

CLANG! CLANG!

Lifting his head in quickness it had seem he had attracted company most likely of the wrong sort due to the fact that the being was in the corridor most likely been there watching Burittsu from the start. Giving a deep breath his face once more gave out a blank emotion as his eyes themselves lost all light of hope and sadness. Standing straight upon his feet he bowed to the statue before turning his back to the statue gazing down the way he came in from the chirping of birds came to a stop as the loud banging seemed to drive them off. Leaving Burittsu in pure silence now with a stranger who dared intrude upon his personal time. “Come out now.. Hiding in the darkness is a waste of time. This is your first and final warning.” Burittsu gave a deep breath as he himself began to grow annoyed with the game that seemed to be playing inside the temple.

He began to take slow steps towards the corridor each step his heart seemed to follow making a beat his open hands quickly turned into closed fist as his mind was completely set on finding out what the intruder wanted. Burittsu would indeed hope it the enemy wanted to drag out a fight out of him or maybe a lost soul who needed a prayer or two to get back in shape. Either way Burittsu had a low tolerance to the other Hidden Mist shinobi or any other shinobi that was not Wolfgang. By now Burittsu was in the middle of the room standing between the rubble and the temple’s floor he came to a stop as his eyes attempted to study the darkness of the corridor waiting for any movements to be seen.

Giving a sigh as it seemed not only he would be wasting his time trying to talk it to this intruder but he also regrets not bringing a decent present to his parents but he always considered himself the greatest present. Now was not the time for him to think about the dead when all he had in front of him was nothing but more questions that needed answers. Giving a crack of his wrist and his neck it had seem that the shinobi was running thin and was willing to give this stranger a nice welcome if it had to come to it. Giving a grin that stretched across his face it had seem that Burittsu indeed was prepared for the worse but could not bare to hide his excitement as he continued to focus upon the corridor.

“Haha don’t be shy now cmon..”

WC:578

“Come out now.. Hiding in the darkness is a waste of time. This is your first and final warning.”

The bandaged female nearly face palmed. Was it a trait within the newer generation of Kirigakure shinobi to be as rude as possible to other people? Gods, this was getting old fast. The banaged female hoped that this day would not be a repeat of the same as with the Uchiha; a pointless fight that did nothing but frustrate her. Ugh, the cocky arrogance of the Uchiha girl was just too much to bear. In the end, the bandaged female had walked away from the fight without a word to the little girl, possibly confusing the hell out of her, but the bandaged female did not care in the slightest. In her mind, it was all for the best; she did not need an Uchiha hell bent on some petty vengence breathing down her fucking neck for as long as she continued to draw breath on this earth.

“Haha don’t be shy now cmon..”

Even from her position, hidden away in the darkness of the corridor she could see the speaker clearly; male, with strange dark, poofy pants and a bare chest. Dark hair upon his head, and semi-muscular build. Given his build, he seemed like he was a physical fighter, possibly. The bandaged female was not in the mood to fight, but would defend herself if need be. For the moment she did not respond; she hated rude people with a burning passion, but to be honest she hated most people in general. Humanity was overrated, after all.

The shaft of Final Critic was dragged along the floor of the hallway as the female stepped forward into the room with the male. In the dim light of the temple, she must have been a sight to behold; a hooded figure clutching a large scythe; a visual embodiment of the Grim Reaper. The bandaged female said nothing as she stepped in, staring at the male as that strange aura of ashes and embers swirled around her body. What was there to say? There was a strong possibility of this male thinking that Death had come for him. If he did, then it would be hilarious. Perhaps he would attempt to bargain for his life? Plead for more time? In either case, the bandaged female did not have time to waste; her appointment was rapidly approaching.

"You are a rude one, demanding things in such a manner." The voice was cold, raspy and barely audible, but it would be heard well enough in this enclosed space. The Final Critic was spun in her hands, taking on a ghostly green appearance as chakra was channeled through it. "Even more so to use words that would attempt to start a fight here, amongst the sleeping. Where are your manners, child?" While the bandaged female did not know this male's true age, it did not matter to her; a part was being played, a role assumed with the hopes to drive this man out of the temple and into the safety of the forest. Would he take the bait? Time would tell.

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"You are a rude one, demanding things in such a manner."


These words simply entered one ear and out the other as Burittsu’s eye’s only focused upon the being that escaped from the darkness and appeared in front of the male. His remained focus upon the being not the weapon it had seem to be holding due to the voice it was easily noticeable that this person had been through way more than Burittsu and deserved the utmost respect. Gazing upon the body from head to toe as it appeared to be covered by bandages only made the young shinobi mad. Gripping his fist tight he could only hear the words coming out of the mouth of the strange girl quickly biting down in such anger it had seem something in the boy snapped.

"Even more so to use words that would attempt to start a fight here, amongst the sleeping. Where are your manners, child?"

“Fight? No i’m concerned about your body in all honesty.” Quickly walking towards the female stopping literally mere inches away he began to observe deeply every single part of the female's body. He may have seemed cold hearted to all on the outside but deep inside the boy was kind hearted but confused with many questions that he wanted to answer. Grabbing the free hand of the girl no warmth was to be felt this only made the male worry about the female more but by giving a quick gaze at her mighty weapon it seemed it would be a waste of time.

Studying her closely he was curious indeed about her and what did she plan on doing in this temple he now wanted to know what was her purpose for coming on this very day as it appeared she wasn’t there to spy on him. Giving her a stern look as he gazed deeply in the darkness underneath her hood he now knew something was up due to the fact she remained hidden for a reason and came out prepared for a fight it seemed. Holding her hand tighter the male dragged her back to the statue from where he prayed upon and took a knee in front of it. “Will you join me? I’d love to get to know you.”

Smiling to himself he simply only had one motive to get to know the person before evaluating if was here on a mission or here on personal business. His heart raced a little bit due to the fact this was him trying to be how his parents who have most likely wanted him to be a kind boy who does his missions and has loads of friends. Due to the fact he was here on their behalf he counted this as their present a gift of kindness not likely to be seen out of the temple looking around his eyes tried once again to lock into that of the females accompanied by a rare smile. It was obvious to the young shinobi he needed a friend that was not his teacher someone who he could relate too about the pain he been through or maybe he realized it was time for him to find someone who he can simply call a comrade or a even a friend.

“My name is Burittsu Yuki what about yours?”

WC: 554

“Fight? No i’m concerned about your body in all honesty.”

Even under the darkness of the hood, motions were made akin to an eyebrow raising. What was he talking about? What reason did he have to be concerned with her body? The bandaged female never gave it much thought beyond decency -- she kept her body covered up while within the village of Kirigakure so as to not scare the common folk with her appearance. Being technically dead was not doing her any favors in the looks department, and thus, the bandages. It was why she kept to herself, kept her distance from civilization most of the time, and rarely took missions that required her to interact with people directly. But for this person to be concerned with her appearance, it was stra-- why was he coming closer?

Instantly, her body reacted without her thinking: the scythe was brought up to bear, angled so that the outer blade would come up to just under this person's chin should he attempt to come within one and a half meters of her body. Those blue eyes narrowed at this person as the aura of ashes and embers buckled and swirled with her rising annoyance; why was he attempting to come near her? She did not know this man from the Sage; no, he would not be allowed any closer to her than the reach of her scythe. She was not attacking this man just yet; more so warning him to stay away. Even still, she began to back away, taking slow and measured steps as she did so.

"Mercy is for those who keep their distance. To step any closer is to invoke and welcome my ire." Should he prove to ignore her warning, measures would be taken to keep him at bay. For now, the bandaged female kept her gaze upon this male, waiting on his reaction. As far as she knew, the passage she stood in was the only way in and out of the temple, and it was narrow enough that one had to proceed down it single file until they reached the entry.

Even as she moved, the bandaged female could not help but wonder this man's reaction to her own reaction; did he assume that Final Critic was for show? Did he not expect her to raise it against him? Even though she did not wear her head band for this occasion, she was still a fully trained ninja. Genin in rank, but still.

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Feeling the metal touch his skin it only made him chuckle as he now knew she was used to fighting and this excited Burittsu from the inside as his smile upon his face grew more. He continued to gaze at the female as her feet themselves began to move with a grin upon his face he knew using any of his skills now would give himself up if they met on later and was forced to fight. This situation currently did not require the act of violence his eyes continued to remain upon the body of the female he only began to wonder if it was injuries underneath those bandages. A chuckle seemed to be his only response as it seemed the female continued to have more to say to the young shinobi.

"Mercy is for those who keep their distance. To step any closer is to invoke and welcome my ire."

Paying key attention to the words that were said it seemed she did not want to fight either but if it had to be pushed to the point the two would no doubt engage against each other. It had seem to make peace and to allow her to feel at ease Burittsu would have to stop playing nice with the girl. “Put it down no one is trying to fight if you’re afraid of me you have no reason too I only simply care about why do you have bandages on, how many battles have you been in,and how many scars do you have on your body?” That was all that Burittsu only carried about was the health of the female.

Stepping one step backwards Burittsu crossed his arms as he gazed upon the figure with a grin upon his face as it seemed he was honestly interested into her story. “I only care about your well being but if you insist on fighting a pointless fight then bring it. At least tell me your name?” With a firm stance he had made his choice to get to this female no matter what she would do in reaction to Burittsu’s choice. He expected a reaction no doubt but if she decided to try to engage in combat with the male he would not be afraid give her a proper answer to anything she would choose. His eyes remained focused only upon her awaiting for her to give him a proper answer this in some way to Burittsu would determine who the child really is among the two.

“Tell me you don’t really expect me to be a threat but it’s ok if you’re afraid. I just was concerned about you that’s it.”

WC: 445

“Put it down no one is trying to fight if you’re afraid of me you have no reason too I only simply care about why do you have bandages on, how many battles have you been in,and how many scars do you have on your body?”

The frown beneath the hood deepened; why was this man questioning her as such? There were reasons as to why she covered herself in bandages; but those were her own. She was in no mood for socializing; she had no desire to delve one of her most intimate secrets to anyone, least of all a random male whom she did not know.

“I only care about your well being but if you insist on fighting a pointless fight then bring it. At least tell me your name?”

Fighting a pointless fight? So, attempting to keep her own personal space was a pointless fight? This one was not too smart with his choice of words, it seemed. Nonetheless, Final Critic was still raised and leveled in this man's direction. If this man truely cared for her 'well being' then he would not antagonize her; it would take her longer to drag him to a proper hospital than it would for her to beat him. The physical effort would not be worth it, either way.

“Tell me you don’t really expect me to be a threat but it’s ok if you’re afraid. I just was concerned about you that’s it.”

Once again, the face of the bandaged female twisted into a frown. This male was making assumptions, but then again, it was his view on the situation. She could not fault him for having an opinion; however, she could tell him that he was wrong.

"Fear has nothing to do with this. I do not know you from the Sage -- your words hold no sway over me. Anyone is capable of anything given the correct circumstances." Frost covered every word that she spoke, and with the situation going as it was, things would only get colder. "You ask prying questions, claiming to show 'concern' for my health? No, you are not privy to that information. My health is my own concern -- as is my name and my appearance. Now, if you do not mind, I would like to pray in peace -- I ask that you leave me be, and not bother me." A simple request, yes? However, this male seemed like the pushy type -- more than likely, he would ignore her request. If it came to that, then she would more than likely leave this temple. It would be easy to send word that the meeting location was compromised...

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It had seem that Burittsu and his newfound acquaintance were both at a crossroad gazing upon the female it was clear as day that Burittsu was in a zone that he most likely enjoyed. Giving a crack of his neck the male seemed to be on the edge of excitement ready indeed to fight this being with a chuckle underneath his breath it was easily seen that his personality itself began to change. Standing straight tall cracking his arms and wrists he quickly prepared himself for what he called a workout not in a show of respect but indeed something to entertain him and make the time pass by as he continued to gaze upon the female.

"Fear has nothing to do with this. I do not know you from the Sage -- your words hold no sway over me. Anyone is capable of anything given the correct circumstances."

As the words carried along through the mind of Burittsu he decided right there on the spot that whoever this person is intrigued him to new heights. This only caused his blood to race and heart to rapidly pound as if it wanted to break out of his chest. "You ask prying questions, claiming to show 'concern' for my health? No, you are not privy to that information. My health is my own concern -- as is my name and my appearance. Now, if you do not mind, I would like to pray in peace -- I ask that you leave me be, and not bother me."

He now knew what he had to do he needed a companion other than those he had met in the village someone who could share his ideals and maybe one day open up to their dark past. Pointing his index finger at the being he once more gave out a chuckle as his eyes looked passed that outer figure that was this confused soul. “Starting from today till the day we enter the gates of heaven or hell you are my RIVAL!” in much excitement he only gazed at the female as it seemed he was more happy that he was making a move in his life instead of letting this female have her way.

Smashing his fist together he quickly got into his fighting stance as he stood firm and confident that this was going to be a great day. He only hoped that his newly appointed rival would enjoy it the fight also due to his excessive training he was ready for a fight been a while since he got into the mix of things but deep down a fire burned inside him causing him to lash out more and more. “This is a spar. We will know who is stronger and has more experience at the end of the match.” A little jester was sent towards her way as Burittsu gave out a taunt following a grin of self confidence.

WC: 486

“Starting from today till the day we enter the gates of heaven or hell you are my RIVAL!”

....what? What the hell was this man going on about? The bandaged female was no rival of anyone -- this was the exact shit that she wanted to avoid with that damn Uchiha girl, and yet here the situation was yet again. She was begining to think that the newer generation of Kirigakure shinobi were complete and total idiots. Was he truely thickheaded to believe that this would hold any ground? He could call her a rival all he wanted; she would ignore him at every point, should they [hopefully never] ever meet again. But, this fiasco was not over, not just yet. As the bandaged female watched in sheer confusion as this male took up a battle stance, it became clear to her that he wanted to fight her.

“This is a spar. We will know who is stronger and has more experience at the end of the match.”

.....

.....

This man must have bumped his head on the temple walls or something. The bandaged female thought she made it clear that she did not want anything to do with this man. For him to continue pushing interaction with her when she was clearly not interested was starting to frustrate and annoy her greatly. All she could do at the moment was shake her head in disgust and resume backing up until she made it outside.

"You must have some sort of mental defect. I want nothing -- I repeat -- nothing to do with you." Even as the bandaged female spoke, she stepped backwards away from this male and kept her eyes trained on him; if he indeed had some sort of mental issue, there was no telling what he was capable of. Perhaps he was not above attacking someone from behind. Either way, this situation was appearing to be like a fight was almost inevitable, and as such, the bandaged female's mind began to move and plot, forming out scenarios and plots as to how to either escape or win this fight. This temple was closed quarters; possibly not enough room to utilize Final Critic to the full advantage. This fight would have to take place outside, where her steps were carrying her.

As the female reached the open space of outside the temple, she did not bother keeping the hood up; her free hand was raised to pull the hood back without breaking sight of this male, and keeping the Final Critic raised in his direction.

"Make no mistake; this is NOT a spar. I have no desire to fight you; to do so would be improper and immature, especially on these sacred grounds. I suggest you get it through your thick skull that I want nothing to do with you. I came here to offer prayers, not to be questioned and harassed by a madman." The more the female spoke, the angrier she became; so much, that those blue eyes of hers turned a dark shade of red. That aura of ashes and embers that swirled around her body began to thrash and buckle.

"Seeing as you're so insistent on questioning me, I think it is best that I take my leave now." How would this play out? Would he attempt to pursue her? Would he be foolish enough to attempt to continue pursuing her? Time would tell... For now, the female would continue to back away from this male, and this temple. If she were successful, she would leave the area, and carry on with her life as she saw fit.

- Thread Exit-

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2666/1000 C rank Jutsu credit

1666/750 D rank Jutsu credit

916/725 SPD D-0 to D-2

He was impulsive as the fire burning deep inside of him burned up his chest but just as the heat he also felt the rapid cool down of rejection to the female accepting to be his rival. "You must have some sort of mental defect. I want nothing -- I repeat -- nothing to do with you" this felt as a bee jabbing its stinger into the soul of Burittsu as he watched her making her moves from the inside the temple to the outside where he slowly followed. As he leapt out side only to constantly hear the same line that was used inside the temple against him.

"Make no mistake; this is NOT a spar. I have no desire to fight you; to do so would be improper and immature, especially on these sacred grounds. I suggest you get it through your thick skull that I want nothing to do with you. I came here to offer prayers, not to be questioned and harassed by a madman."

The word’s seemed playful to the male he was even tempted to engage into the fight but it all made sense no person would come armed to give prayers there was something more to this female than met the eyes. She came to the temple for more than prayers gazing upon her weapon he made sure to remember what it looked like for later on the girl was easy to remember but no one could ever be that stupid. He only responded with a childish smile as his eyes continued to study the female only to gain a final response from her once. "Seeing as you're so insistent on questioning me, I think it is best that I take my leave now."

“You’re here for prayer? But you came bearing a weapon such as that? It seems to me something is off about the story you tale i’ll be looking out for you. We will meet again my rival and when we do I will get your name and we will have our fight. Enjoy whatever you do for now.”Giving a laugh he only gazed at the female leave the temple area and his general view as he gave out a squint of his eyes returning back inside the temple planting both of his knees upon the present of the statue. His only thought was about the female and what her real purpose was in this life he only gave a little smile as it seemed he actually met someone who would keep up with him. Knowing that they will meet eventually around the village or maybe outside of the village on a mission it did not matter to him he was prepared for all possible outcomes. With a smile on his face he returned back to his prayers.

“Sorry Mom and Dad I’m Back.”

WC:473

Total WC: 3,080
WC Spent: 2,750
Remaining WC: 330
Training Stats:
Strength : E-3 > D1
Speed : D-Rank > D2
Endurance : D-Rank > D1
Perception : E-Rank > D-Rank
Reaction Time : D-Rank > D1

*Exit Thread*