letting out a big yawn and stretch nobari wanted to stab out her eyes. why was she doing this to herself again? oh right, she wanted to see if the weapon shop had anything new andd unique for her to use. her three weapons she had served her great, granted not many people used them, but they still worked great. so she was going to go down to the shop today and see if she coud pick up anything else that might possibly look interesting enough to use. she didn't really feel right using most conventional weapons. although she can't really say that she has ever tried them, they just didn't feel right in her hands. so that was why she stuck with onojutsu, because it felt alot more like her. Nobari rubbed her eye as she grabbed her scythe and both of her dual ended sickle and chains.she put her sickles in their respective holsters on eiter side of her hip, then she put on her black hoodie, and then put her scythe on the holster on her back, and then she put her iwagakure headband around her neck, so it hung a little bit loose, but still tight enough no matter what she did, it would stay on. then she puled up her hood and walked out of her front door. making sure to lock it as she left. she didn't need people seeing the disaster that was her house. her most recent outbreak had caused her to tear the living room into pieces. she then turned around and tarte walking down the street.

Nobari hated being up this early. granted it was the afternoon, but she still disliked being out before sun set. there were so many people about, she was worried she might trigger a violent reaction at any point and there was so many potential victims around, she didn't feel safe. But, she had no choice in the matter. the weapon shop owner was like most normal people and only was open during the day, so this was when she had to go. she had no other choice. if she wanted to look at weapons this was when she needed to do it. for most people day time wasn't a problem. nobari let out a sigh. maybe at least she might catch Sekuro there. he was a weapon user, and so he might be picking up some ninja supplies or something. Nobari suddenly noticed a recent increase in her movement speed. was she excited at the chance of seeing that boy again? that thought was more dissapointing then how early she had to get up this morning. she knew she couldn't get too close to him, because she could hurt him. a pit of guilt settled in her stomach, as she quickly tried to change her thouughts.

The people in the streets of iwagakure seemed so lively. she wondered what everyone was so cheery about, and then she remember that not everyone has her problems, and that she would probably be a whole lot happier without them either. she wishes she was like them. worry free. didn't have to constantly keep themselves in check so they didn't actually murder people. she knew people joked about things lke that all the time. however no one actually had to stop themselves from killing someone. it was something that was natural to them. not killing every person you saw. Nobari had to stop herself., and it wasn't easy either. it was so hard. probably one of the hardest things she has done, and yet she has to do it almost every day. it was like trying to stop yourself from breathing. if someone asked that is how she describe it. and no one gve a reward for her not killing people. because it was natural to them. it wasn't a challenge to them. and she did a decent job of hiding it, that no one know anything about her condition. nobari let out another sigh. it sucked, but she had to carry on for whatever reason. maybe it was responsibility that she clung to. being the last member of her clan was alot to bare. if she died, then the clan died out with her. so it was her duty to restore it. except it was only a small branch of the main clan. it's not like her entire bloodline would die out if she did. her useeless, kekkei genkai-less, bloodline.

after a few more minutes nobari finally reached the weapon shop. she paused at the front door. took a deep breahte and then exhaled. this was it. she had to talk to people. she closed her eyes and pushed the door open, and walked inside. she could do this, she could do this. she tried to calm her nerves. being nervous and jumpy would only trigger what she was affraid of faster than if she was calm. being calm was the onyl thing she found that would make her demon go away. she walked inside and looked around. the  first thing that came to her mind was the fact that sekuro wasn't here. in fact there was only one other person in the shop, besides her and the store owner. nobari, walked around looking down all of the aisles, searching for anything that stuck out to her. sadly she couldn't find anything interesting. she let out a sigh. maybe she should ask the other shopper for advice? nobari stopped dead in her tracks as that thought occured. was she crazy? well, yes, she knew that, but she meant it in a different way. was she really going to start talking to someone. something she knew triggered her disorder. that soundedd like a stupid idea, and yet Nobari's feet moved on their own. right towards the other costumer. nobari looked at his white hair as she approached him. then she said "e-excuse me. i'm a bit new to using weapons, and wanted to know what you thought a good weapon for me might be her sickles and chains where mostly concealed under her sweatshirt, but the massive scythe on her back was easily noticeable. she was definitely a weapon user. however due to her small size, nobari would definitely seem the type to not know her way around a weapon shop very well. and she genuinely wanted his thoughts on weapons.

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*puff* *puff* Fukai ran through the streets of Iwagakure under the rising sun. He felt a tingle around his neck, automatically reaching for where his red scarf usually resided. These rocky living quarters had been engraved in his mind over the years that he had lived there. He was now able to run at near full sprint from one side of the village to another, taking multiple different routes depending on his destination. The genin ran up a slope and jumped onto a residential house. They won't mind, not that they'd ever know. A shinobi's silent footsteps would be mistaken for rain, if there was any. When he got to the end of the roof, the purple eyed male jumped off. When he was about to come into contact with the next building block, he would turn on his supernatural walking technique and crawl up the side like a spider. Newcomers often found the place to be like a stone maze, stories made from great pillars and underpasses worming their way through bedrock. The village had been built with a small army of ninja who could terraform thanks to their doton jutsu. The thought occurred to Fukai that he should round up some of the new people he had met and see if they wanted to go on a parkour race around the town. Usually he wouldn't be so exited at the prospect of such childish games and yet the thrill of seeing his new friends again was strong.

What was also getting strong was his body. Fukai had been working hard recently, in missions and personal training alike. He was sure that his strength and speed had both increased and that he was at his peak physical state. He had also acquired more techniques, and started developing his own style. This style was to make use of both his dojutsu and the 12 years of bukijutsu training that he had gone through. I am making progress at lightning speeds, pun intended. I need to find some way to test myself. I need a measure to compare to. He ran along a cobblestoned street and ducked into an alleyway. He had found this route to the weapon shop a few years ago. He jumped and placed one foot on the wall and kicked, at the same time as grabbing the top of the wall. With the help of the kick, he easily vaulted over the stone wall. A thought suddenly struck him. When are the next Chuunin Exams? He had never attempted them before, feeling too weak and worthless to even try. But this year was different. It was like he had become a whole new person, one who had the drive strong enough to seek out his ambition. One who had gained a sense of responsibility. One who had met people from far away lands that spurred on his sense of adventure. This is my time. Fukai grinned. This would be his year to make it.

Fukai's subconscious had taken him to the front of the weapons shop while he was on autopilot, on one of his daydreams. Fukai looked at the old shop. He remembered coming in as a little boy and marveling at their wares. Nothing was so vivid as a little boy's dream to become an awesome eternal warrior. He remembered coming in here at least once a week and viewing all the new weapons and getting chased away by the 'slightly over middle' aged man who owned the store. Basically, he had seen more of that grungy old man than his own father. But nothing topped the feeling that he experienced a month ago, slamming down 400 hard earned ryo to pick up the old wooden staff that was now strapped to his back. The sight of the small stack of cash had promptly turned the old man's frown upside down. Fukai now commanded a new respect over Mr Grumps (fyi, not real name), the kind of respect only a paying customer could expect to enjoy from a penny pinching miser.

He opened the door, triggering the bell to jingle. He almost jumped at the counter in excitement, he had a special order coming in for him and he could not wait for it to arrive. Hey Mr Grumps! Is it here yet? The man's face had lit up when the bell jingled, but then returned to muttering into his account book when he saw it was that troublesome young man. As he stepped infront of the counter, the door opened again, bell jingling away. The young man payed no heed to the new entrant, single mindedly focused on his new package. e-excuse me. A nervous little voice from behind Fukai had asked him about weapons. Fukai turned to notice the little young woman behind him, noticing the massive scythe soon after. Fukai was a little taken aback by the sight of the crescent blade. She could just be a farmer, although that blade looks of high quality and is well looked after. He decided that it was, in fact a tool of war. Fukai greeted her nervousness with a warm smile. A good weapon for you, you say.. Fukai resisted the temptation to blurt out the name of some sort of cooking utensil, partly because he did not feel like he wanted his head to be harvested this season. After a moment he became annoyed at himself. He was not a sexist person and showed respect to everyone. He must be giddy due to the endorphin rush due to the exercise and anticipation of my new order he mused.

Well, you have a slight build. A ninja I take it? If you wanted a sword or pole-arm type, you'd want something shorter than most of these weapons, as they were designed for someone taller. There is a certain ratio for these things... He felt himself trail off and leashed in his runaway description. I've heard that smaller shinobi, especially females, have had much success with sneakier weapons like knives. It is a good idea to avoid a contest of strength with someone bigger than you, utilising tricks and quick movement to outpace and out step your opponent. You know, make them play your game. He ended with reciting an old adage. He grinned at the nervous girl, hoping that he did not bulldoze her with his excess excitement. Why, what sort of thing were you looking for? I can make sure this old geezer doesn't rip you off. My name is Fukai, by the way. Mr Grumps made some sort of half arsed attempt to clear his name and then gave up, realising that even an idiot could see how hard he squeezed his pennies. The young man watched her with his purple eyes, each had a black line through the iris, showing the first release of his clan's dojutsu.

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“FUKAI”“FUKAI”
“FUKAI”“FUKAI”
“FUKAI”“FUKAI-”

He could hear the voice from down the street, it was loud and bulshy yet held a delightful innocence. It was familiar too. He turned to see the blue haired Uchiha enter the shop. Never mind why he was so eager to find Fukai, the fact that he had managed to find him while being completely blind was amazing. He would have to stop being so amazed by Izanami though, that kid was so strange, there was no telling what would happen next. He erupted into the room and instantly became the center of attention, bringing a delightful interruption to Fukai's conversation.

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