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Nova Makato

Nova Makato


A-rank
Nova sat with her back pressed against Doku Tsuki's hulking metal form, using the shade it offered from it's size as a respite from the desert sun for a moment. That glowing orb sat low on the horizon behind her, the shadow sprawling out before her like some sort of beast even more monstrous than the construct that cast that shadow. Though Doku Tsuki's hull was closed, the contents weighed on her mind heavily. On that cushion that made the spot she normally lay was the heavily damaged form of Sasori; his face, arm, and side all severely burned from an amaterasu in a fight that occurred on this very battlefield days before. Blades, swords, and kunai in various states of disrepair littered the ground, nearly buried by the sand that had been blown over it in the time since. It was for these neglected items that she had come.

Between her fingertips she would spin a single feather that she had crafted late in the night as she couldn't sleep, its form having come from a broken tip of a blade she had found in a similar manner such as now. Running her thumb over the flat side, she would feel the texture she had worked so hard on to make perfect. Even between both her hands should she grasp each side and twist, was unable to bend nor break the item. Perhaps it were the vultures that circled overhead for any carrion left from the carnage, or perhaps it were the hawks native to this desert land, but Nova's mind worked away at a new construct. And this feather she held in her hand would be the first of many to be placed upon that creation that only existed in her mind for the time being.

Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she would sigh heavily. Before dawn she had set out to this point to collect materials, now her puppet was full of damaged weapons laid alongside Sasori's broken body. That body that had been sealed in a scroll, untouched and perfect for centuries now half destroyed at the control of her own hands. Well... my chakra at least. Sasori did what he wanted.... it was his fault then. Again for a moment Nova would wait for that response in her mind from Sasori's ever sharp wit, but like it had since that battle there was nothing but a resounding silence in reply. Silence not of an absence, but instead a mind that had retreated inward for any of the reason one's psyche might. Nova had tried to get a response from the mind within hers from the moment that he had fallen, and had gleaned nothing other than the occasional flicker of anger and anguish.

Those thought's that Nova would not hear would be those of fury and powerlessness. How have I been so limited and diminished in power? Having come back a shell is worse perhaps than never having returned at all. That sudden withdrawing of chakra from him, whether intentional or not, as it turned out having been, had struck a cord. It was he who had been at the end of the strings this time, not plucking at the strings to make his puppet's dance. Perhaps soon he would slowly come back into contact with the lavender haired puppet mistress, though for now he remained turned inward with the desire to repair his body as he ought to be able to do, yet could not without that flow of chakra through him. For that, he would need her help.

For now the sun would creep closer to the horizon and the light would take on an amber glow. It colored those dunes a wider range of warm hue's that Nova perhaps missed so much while in Kiri that she had been able to pinpoint and name at the time. That glinting steel feather she held between her hands she would press to the sand beside her, dragging it across the very surface to leave a textured pattern in the silky sands that made up so much of the land of wind. Furrowing her brow for a moment, she would stick the metal feather point first into the stand and shift forward as she began the process that rising to her feet would be. Using on hand she would grasp one of those metal spines on Doku Tsuki's hull and pull herself upwards', before being able to slip her right leg down to put her weight upon as the wooden one she wore stuck awkwardly down to the side. Once more upright than not she would rest the weight evenly, the only issue before having been the inability to properly bend that leg at the knee. Now standing, her hands would graze the back of her thigh's to let the sand fall from her skin.

With a quick look around to ensure she hadn't been approached while less aware than she ought to have been, her fingers would slide across the seam of the puppet's shell with a faint trickle of chakra through them causing the hull to click open and reveal the contents to her. Looking over the burned husk of Sasori she felt a pang worry that perhaps she should reseal him in his damaged form for now as it was only so long she could keep it a secret from those close to her. It was fortunate that in the fight she had remained somewhat anonymous, though her scorpions would likely have been heard of in mention alongside the return of Sasori of the Red Sands and declared an enemy of any that would hear of the battle between them and a pair of powerful nin who were accosted by them. Her fingertips would graze the charcoal stump of a limb on the unmoving Sasori, still donning a torn and torched akatsuki robe.

Nova knew she had to repair him, but could not fathom what steps it would take to repair such craftsmanship. Though it felt tainted to be impressed by the work of one considered to be 'evil'. Yet still somehow he had either altered or created a body of incredible strength and durability and for that he ought to be praised, though not even that crafted flesh stood up to Amaterasu. Besides his body lay dozens of the weapons that she had come to this place to collect. Tonight she would see Izumi again, for the first time since that battle, and before doing to she would need to reseal the puppet into the scroll in her leg. Sun setting, there she stood trying to overcome the odd and likely unneeded feeling of guilt she felt about doing so.

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Yōsei

Yōsei


S-rank
Cutting a broad silhouette in the amber twilight, Inabayama Rock served its purpose immaculately, framing the desolate battlefield half in eerie nothingness while the draining sunset of Suna's desperate days waned into the distance, behind the War's Monument. Serene peace fell on the fields of war once the battles were through, the eye of some monolithic storm shining from the horizon as it encircled the world, leaving behind the most harmony for those who had endured its rampage. Even piled high with weapons, blood, and bodies, the Sealer knew that this cradle would one day be remembered as a sacred place, lost pilgrims would seek the scorched dunes and crystal lotuses frozen in enduring rime and cry out in jubilation for the time that man forgot. Behind the tranquility, Yōsei could feel the approaching crucible, the law of three misfortunes carried with it profound truth, and the Namikaze made his way toward the second of his stops with blazing audacity. Unwilling to let time slip between his fingers, the Sealer had skipped throughout the desert to arrive where he had perched before the beginning of all this, overlooking the basin within which he and the Mizukage engaged in the inception of warfare.

Dressed in the rewoven folds of his bewitching shroud, Yōsei peered through the nothingness, watching for the signs of scouts and assassins who lurked within the clouds of darkened dust whipped into a frenzy by the shafts of warm air escaping the sand into the rapidly cooling nighttime. This miasma of smog and ash as he took steps toward the edge of his landing, and plunge from it toward the rapidly encroaching earth beneath, but come not would the thunderous arrival, pillars of shifted sand fell from the edge of Inabayama rock, alone. Yōsei dropped opposite the dueling ground, footfalls light as ghostly steps while he scooped devices from the sand, placed by his agents throughout the siege, which had recorded for them the events that occurred, so that they may study them. One by one, the Sealer collected the war's memories into his museum of things he had slipped away into that dimension within himself, the touch of his fingers culling the load to bear a tremendous burden of tools and knowledge. Seconds passed between each dismissal, both he and the information sought would blink rapidly through the seams of space and come to rest at the epicenter of the destruction he had wrought. Still, the air felt the chill of Ayakashi's struggle and the raging ice age of her butterfly senjutsu which ran deep throughout the layers of ground dust and ashes, fluttering sheets of radiant frost interspersed within the thunder-singed colosseum.

The first that Sunagakure's wayward daughter would catch sight of the Sealer would be as he ascended to face her at the edge of the dune. From far away, Yōsei had spied the lone form of his newest contract's lover, uncharacteristic solitude laid upon her, which brought his route to an end in a slow march toward her, vestiges of moonlight casting phantoms in his ribbons and folds. Keenly, the Sealer had observed the young puppeteer when first they had met and saw the contrast to her other half's path of bloody vengeance. Already then, the man in black made his intentions clear as he cast his gaze upon the lingering form of splintered wood and metal, the husk of ancient evil charred and broken within the woman's puppet's womb, and he drew his eye back to Nova with dismissal. She would see his face obscured by an opaque hood, and though unmasked, wrappings would conceal the majority of his face, and the mechanical eye which had replaced his left, would remain hidden from the woman he approached. Reminiscent of his approach those weeks ago toward the woman's lover, Yōsei drew close, from the absent shadow of rags which could be seen in the obscuring desert mist, revealing himself with his right hand raised high, palm exposed and fingers swirling to enclose themselves against it, dismissing any thoughts of terror or aggression. Nova would feel the world's weight shift toward her, sand dancing in a peculiar breeze would struggle and climb, hopping from the backs of fellow grains to build the shapes of cities at her feet. It would be home to her, the Sealer's command of nature, inveterate, treasured skill which would show Yōsei's fingers as deft at controlling the wind and sky as she could move her tools of mechanized warfare. Surrounded by a shin-high wall of dusty currents, the borders of the Sealer's model city were divided by himself and the Chikamatsu, who stood at opposite ends of the facade of a great river whose trench the buildings he provoked with the wind to take form, rising and falling in new configurations and architectures on either side of the life-giving apparition.

"Does your home feel empty, daughter of Sunagakure? What remains here are the echoes of violent deeds, but know that this blasphemy is for the good of everyone. It is true that I am a man of war, but this thankless errand gives me no delight."

Yōsei's voice, withdrawn and calm, talked through the woman, rather than to her, alien and distant, his words came from the pulse of natural energy, calling out to her earth affinity and relaying like remote sonar the rhythm of his senjutsu chakra. Close enough to see him well, Nova would find the Sealer smiling calmly, and then he would gesture toward the ground, lowering himself to sit cross-legged in the city streets, which would shift into a basin of whistling currents. His body language would suggest he was inviting her to commune with him so that he need not tower over her as they talked in private face to face. Whether she accepted or not would not deter him, and after a moment of silence, enough time to allow her to greet him and respond if she chose, he would continue.

"Tell me, what does your heart thirst for? Do you wish to mourn this desolate place until the end of time?"

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Nova Makato

Nova Makato


A-rank
Nova, though her focus was on the contents of the construct before her, could out of the edge of her vision see the movement of a black splotch across the dunes. Craning her neck around the puppet cautiously, she would let herself relax after recognizing it as the man she had met before the battle that had taken place here. Not to mention that he was the one who had called her to battle and told her where to be and when. Nova would observe his ascension with interest, traveling as such could only mean that he had intended for her to see him as he could just as easily sneak up on her with no chance of her catching him. Again Nova would note as Yosei would approach his height, she felt dwarfed by this man who she came up to no more than the shoulder of. Chin tilted up so that she could even see his face, Nova would carefully observe him as he would look down at the damaged body of Sasori. Nova would fidget uncomfortably as she waited for some expression or emotion. This was the first new person to lay eyes on what she had kept hidden for so long now. Away from Sasori he would turn to face her, revealing a face still hidden to her. Over his head was a heavy black hood, paired with dark wrappings that covered nearly his whole face with the exception of a single eye.

Closer he would come,whilst drawing his hand high and palm upwards. Nova would watch intently, though she was unsure exactly what he was doing she would feel a weight grow heavy upon her shoulders and as though her legs were made of lead. Around her feet a breeze would kick a spray of sand in the air, though it would not be flung into her but would rather slide in patterns on the ground. Slowly around where she stood, the sand would form small hills that would take the shape of small buildings, none taller than her knees. Upon itself it would build and grow, its layout unlike any village Nova recalled seeing on a map. Though it were made from grains of sand, the detail showed everything from the windows and doors to the minuscule tiles on the small scale village in which they stood. Through the village drawn from the sand with the chakra from Yosei's hands, what appeared to be a river sliced through it.

"Does your home feel empty, daughter of Sunagakure? What remains here are the echoes of violent deeds, but know that this blasphemy is for the good of everyone. It is true that I am a man of war, but this thankless errand gives me no delight", Yosei's voice was calm and even and when he spoke it was as though he was speaking to something more important than she. Gracefully he would fold his legs and settle to the ground in the midst of the city he had created, waiting calmly to see if she would speak. For the moment she was speechless as she took in what lay around her feet. Carefully she would take a step forward to make space for the awkward motions required for her to settle to the ground. Using an arm to prop herself up, she would settle back onto the ground with her right leg tucked underneath herself and the wooden prosthetic sticking out at an odd angle.

After sitting she would look back to his wrapped and hidden face, bowing her head to him as a greeting before responding to the deep questions he asked, "Tell me, what does your heart thirst for? Do you wish to mourn this desolate place until the end of time?" Nova's face would drop for a moment, a feeling of sorrow for her lost home so intense that it would draw a single tear from her eye. Taking a deep breath she would shake her head, “I don't want to mourn it, and though I was too young to realize it at the time I see now there was a reason for Sunagakure to fall. There are so many here though that were not part of the corruption that lead to it... and I just want to make it right. Those shantytowns are no place for the people of Suna, I want to find a way to rebuild it. Fix it... but there is nothing but a scar on the land there and with the glass I fear there is no way to do so, even with jutsu to shape the land.” Nova would pause for a second and reach her hand out to the buildings that stand around her, touching the walls to find it surprisingly solid and stable. “I know there is more required that only that, but I feel as if there is a place to go the people will return... and maybe I can help guide them.”

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Yōsei

Yōsei


S-rank
In the powerful sway of things to come, Yōsei stole away the precious moments of stillness within which he would set upon the road of forging sacred bonds. As he watched the woman sit within his city of dust, the Sealer nodded slowly, drawing his hands over the buildings to paint a thousand pictures with the wind, the portrait of a rising monument lit with lanterns in the hands of colossal statues. Looming flames of the Rogue's chakra stretched shadows throughout the streets, and as his hands came together across his chest, the fire would collapse, and the city with it. Crumbling on top of itself to punctuate the darkness falling, Yōsei would stare out across the dim expanse between them, moonlight struggling against the heft of night's whim to elucidate the duo's meeting place. It seemed fitting that the birthplace of nations would take place upon the ashes of Inabayama, as if to illustrate the principle of the Sealer's crusade.

Nova's words would meet a lazily shaking head, eye staring past her into the distance where the finger of gigantic rock pierced the sand and cast its shadow through the harbor of steaming dust. In some ways, her observations resonated with the Sealer's own motives, but to look past and accept her homeland's fall because of the actions of its people meant a divergence between them which Yōsei would not yet address. Instead, as she rounded out the end of her words, he would part his hands slowly and produce a ribbon of black paper. Unlike the inelegant unraveling from his palm which had trailed over itself onto the ground when he presented such an item to Izumi, Yōsei took his care in unfurling the parchment, which bore the ancient symbols native to those extinct long before the age of shinobi, with a perfect circle framing the meeting point of a trident and two pyramids. The auspicious real estate within which the prominent place for a signature lay peered at Nova, Yōsei revealing it to her and pausing before laying it out on the smooth ground beneath them, padded flat by the Sealer's chakra.

"The tragedy we share is that of all our creed, that we inhabit a world where such misdeeds and wasted potential go drifting into obscure lore. The pain you have known, as you watched the Hidden Sand burn, is one which will not allow the people of my homeland to bear witness to."

"Through the year in which I have haunted this desert, I have amassed many who serve as my messengers. As I have sent them abroad, I can as easily direct them to your side. Through me, you will have access to my supply lines, personnel, and the remnants of the shinobi nation which lays in ashes at the heart of Sunagakure. Journey west, I will meet you when you have broken ground on what will become the Village Hidden in the Sands. While you work, I will continue to roam these lands and protect them from those who would see your home's redemption snuffed out. All of this, my resources, and my vanguard in your time of need, will be the oath I pledge to you. "

"In exchange for all that I offer to you, I ask of you only two things - firstly, you will devote yourself, by any means, to making your nation strong, so that it may stand eternally. Raise the sons and daughters of the Land of Wind to be powerful shinobi, at all costs. And secondly, know that one day I will call upon you, and ask for the hand of your nation to strike against my enemies, and the Hidden Sand will aid me,"

"then our contract will be fulfilled."

Through the rolling digits of his left hand, Kyoki spun into the world and lunged with its handle stretched throughout the sand, pointed toward the heir of Suna's legacy. Beneath his contract, the Sealer's chakra would roll the scroll toward her along with the Leaf's Legacy. She would have seen her lover sign in blood when he had offered her his contract, and these matters required oaths sworn in blood. Yōsei's words did not come forth in a squall toward her, but were laid out one after another as a proposal, secrets shared which no other bore witness to, here at the stage of the war to come.

"Think as long as you need."

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Nova Makato

Nova Makato


A-rank
The silence that was to follow her words seemed to fill the void that she had felt upon returning to this bloodstained field. Letting her gaze drop from the single exposed eye from Yosei's robes even before she had finished speaking, that presence that had seemed to capture her where she sat a moment before. Down to the miniature roads and buildings of sand her focus would shift, taking in again each minuscule detail that Yosei had managed to capture in relief on the sands unnaturally defined edges. The symbolistic lives of thousands would wander the streets, their forms crafted from the desert as the village had been. And around the center of the scaled down village movement would flow around like the veins connected to a heart in the center. From that center a structure would rise, still made from the glittering particles but this one would tower over the rest. As the sand would stack on itself in the visage of a monumental construction in the center, around it guardians of the same substance would rise as well. Like armored giants amongst the represented streets nearly fifty of these figures would erect themselves, each with one hand resting on the hilt of various weapons with their tips pointing into the ground and the other grasping the handle of a lantern with a minute flame flickering within.

Nova would look back up to the man seated before her who was shaking his head with a sense of boredom as he would bring his hands together in front of him. She needent look away to see the collapse of all that had formed before them, rippling waves of chakra tearing it down. Darkness would fall upon them as destruction had to this replica of a place that did not yet exist, leaving the pair sitting in silence and moonlight in a place where battle had been wrought. Pulling his hands apart slowly a slightly rippling ribbon of black paper would spiral into existance. Gingerly unfolding the parchment that he held, Yosei would lay it flat to reveal a number of seals that Nova was frustrated to find she did not recognize. Sasori would recognize them. He could tell me what it means... and whether to trust this man. As the paper would rest flat on the ground Yosei would speak, his voice seeming to fill the space around her,

"The tragedy we share is that of all our creed, that we inhabit a world where such misdeeds and wasted potential go drifting into obscure lore. The pain you have known, as you watched the Hidden Sand burn, is one which will not allow the people of my homeland to bear witness to." So it was his homeland... Nova had doubted at first his loyalties and perhaps though he was just another man wishing to use this land and those who resided in it as so many others had and that it was merely a tool in his own campaign. A campaign that at first seemed to be focused on Hastur and who served himthough now she were not so sure.

"Through the year in which I have haunted this desert, I have amassed many who serve as my messengers. As I have sent them abroad, I can as easily direct them to your side. Through me, you will have access to my supply lines, personnel, and the remnants of the shinobi nation which lays in ashes at the heart of Sunagakure. Journey west, I will meet you when you have broken ground on what will become the Village Hidden in the Sands. While you work, I will continue to roam these lands and protect them from those who would see your home's redemption snuffed out. All of this, my resources, and my vanguard in your time of need, will be the oath I pledge to you." She wondered what quanitified many to a man like this, and how he had gained the loyalty of people of a betrayed land. The offers of aid in several forms would take Nova by suprise, not familiar with offers of aid from those in power. She wouldn't call this man her teacher, not yet anyways, though she felt as though she would come to trust him entirely and count on him for advice in the coming trials. Reluctantly she would recall her time in Kiri and of her mostly absent teacher, still with a lasting feeling remorse tinging those memories from her abrupt departure. As all things seemed to be the mentorship she received there was not given for free and neither would the aid offered by Yosei.

"In exchange for all that I offer to you, I ask of you only two things - firstly, you will devote yourself, by any means, to making your nation strong, so that it may stand eternally. Raise the sons and daughters of the Land of Wind to be powerful shinobi, at all costs. And secondly, know that one day I will call upon you, and ask for the hand of your nation to strike against my enemies, and the Hidden Sand will aid me," And so a contract was offered. Aid of unknown quantity and quality offered in exchange for... for a vow to stand by her own creation as she ought to anyways. No qualms could be had to vow ones dedication to a goal when help is offered. The second portion however would give her pause. Being asked to heed one's call an indeterminite amount of time in the future was easy to agree to, though the risk of being called into a situation beyond one's capabilities to deal with would always exist. It did not take much contemplation.

"then our contract will be fulfilled." The words would leave his mouth and his weapon would leave his hand, sliding across the sand between them hiltfirst to stop before the spot Nova sat. A scroll would roll towards her, its surface littered with the words written by Yosei's hand with a spot waiting for her own name to be scratched.

"Think as long as you need." There was no need to think. From her fingertips on her left hand a needle thin string of reinforced chakra would form and she would drag it across the palm of her opposite hand. Holding it there for a moment and feeling the sting of the pain, she would look into the single exposed eye once more and nod with a renewed expression of vigor on her face. Sasori's words were not there to encourage her for now, but soon he would be repaired and renewed as well and she would have all the support she would need to succeed granted from him and the generosity of the man before her. Crimson ink gathering on the needle from her open palm, she would press it gently to the paper just close enough to let the blood soak into the page but not for the thread to sever the delicate parchment. A few arching motions of a practiced calligrapher would leave her name in red where the spot was open for it, and it could never be taken back. Hoping inwardly that it was the correct decision, Nova would steel herself against the idea that if it were to fail she would have noone else to blame but herself for setting herself on a path with so many obstacles.

Exit

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Yōsei

Yōsei


S-rank
Blood and parchment gave way to the inception of a new era through which Yōsei and his newfound companion would devote their meaning. Alone in the churning desert, the ocean of dusty bones sighed cyclically, ground away by the howling winds which picked up steam across the eastern fronts which still held retreating nations close to their bosom. The Sealer's lips gave way to a smile, warmly regarding the woman before him while standing, indifference piercing his stature as he would turn his chin toward the west, hazing past Inabayama rock and the carrion birds who nested above, watching gainfully the field of corpses below. Yōsei felt a tremendous affinity with the observers, both attended their prey patiently, but rather than seeking flesh and blood to sustain himself, the Sixteenth circled and picked apart the remains of hope, personified as the young Kazekage-to-be who sat in the sand under his gaze. Twisted works of sealing scripture wandered forth around the site of Nova's signature, dabbling with the blood to shape the Sealer's geas.

"The contract is sealed. Between us is a bond that will birth a nation, my sword, and your hope will forge in this land a future in which its people may endure this tragedy."

Eyes glazed with the prospect of the grisly errands he would soon undertake, pangs of bitter solicitude wrapped themselves through the Sixteenth's pupils and tore them away from the young puppeteer. Without a word, Kyoki would vanish from the woman's grip, returning to its master's side, dauntless guardian to Konoha's wishes. Ribbons making their way from his cloak in all directions, the wind picked up Yōsei's shroud, and with it, the armaments adorning his hips and back would be gone, locked away into the isolated cells, woven dimensions beneath his skin where they would slumber until again he called upon them. With his missive finished, the Sealer took his first step back toward the field of corpses, away from Inabayama's shadow into its bloodshed, but made a moment to launch his final words at the woman with whom he would ensure Suna's revival.

"Know that my heart belongs to Konoha, but in your land's rebirth, there is meaning to be found. This is not my quest, nor is it yours, and we would do well to know our place. The path we walk has led our fates to entwine here, beneath this desecrated monument, and what we do now we do for the good of everyone, you will be the dream which ensures the people of this land may never again suffer as they once have done, and I will do what I must in accordance with our covenant, but know this;"

"You must be prepared for war."

Uncharacteristic of Yōsei's enigmatic travel, the Sealer's feet hefted him onward, deigning not to fade into the fold of reality and skip hundreds of miles across the landscape, but to leap over the fields of Inabayama's tragic aftermath. At the center of all things, Yōsei could see the wheels turning around this place, cyclical omens which brought with them a warning of the things to come. Ayakashi had not seen it, blinded by her life's work in forging this Age of Peace, one which they had together been at the inception of, above those chopping, icy waves when Seven Bells had all but burned the Mist to ashes. What baying hound of war had unleashed from the Hokage's heart to drive him to such madness had been chained deep within the philosopher's facade, necessary for such blasphemous acts to be put in motion at his hand. The Sealer would pause, briefly, at the center of his duel with the Mizukage, where they had vanished into the husk of Sunagakure's gutted remnants, and clutch at the air, conjuring Raijin's hilt between his fingers, rolling it carefully through his grip. The future stretched out, and the Sealer could see its inevitable conclusion, the flames of war fanned in dark places by men with nothing left to lose, men of war and cruelty sharpened their blades and prepared themselves.

Chains loosened, and in the blackness, snarling fangs shone white, strung together moons of a vicious hunter's return.

exit.

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