1 Coincidence and Chance [Lin/No-kill] Thu Jan 26, 2017 12:18 pm
Maigo
D-rank
It was cool, calm, and quiet this morning, the fog reminded him a little of the mist back home. It wasn't so thick that seeing ahead was difficult, like it occasionally get back in Kirigakure, but it was enough to trace the ground and haze the far off image of the world in the distance of his vision. He had directive from the village, in his time in the village he should scout out what he could, do some missions for the village, act as an emissary in hostile territory. All of that sounded like such a drag but given the hostility between Kiri and Kumo, as found-less as it might have been, Maigo was finding himself stuck in the aftermath. A drag he had no interest in, but it was a nice trip of nostalgia since the last time he was in this village, for the chuunin exams a few years back. He lost in the tournament but... it could have been worse for him, he at least got a chance to represent himself and he wasn't the only Kiri ninja that made it to the finals, either.
Regardless of the memories of this village, Maigo found himself in an extraordinarily cautious position, wearing a grey cloak over his clothes with the hood down, not to arouse too much suspicion in character, he had removed his headband and had his entire armory in stock under his cloak. Kunai, shuriken, and the rest in his pouch at his waist, a kunai in pouch on his thigh, and his larger shuriken in his backpack along with a few other mundane items. Lastly, his katana tucked at his waist by the belt, the cloak kept him completely covered and removed his form along with it, other than his above average height, it was hard to make him out in the deep coat and the long sleeves. If his hood were up, it'd have been anything but impossible for most people to make him out without looking directly at him.
He journeyed quietly and calmly through the village that morning, finding himself visiting a few memorable locations throughout, the casino and the place he stayed for the chuunin exams. Ending his journey near that battle plateau, a place where he and his squad borrowed for training and practice in the weeks up to and time during the exams. It was mostly quiet, some people passed by here and there, he would smile and nod, wave whatever be the most appropriate form of greeting. And then... whim struck him, so far he'd done very little in terms of actually scouting out the area of the village, no more so than the minimum to watch where he was going would involve. He began to ascend the stone steps that wrapped around the side, carrying him up the plateau slowly, lingeringly.
As he neared the top, he heard the sound of clashing, steel against steel like kunai but it was hesitated, small clashes here and there. Just... two people? He peeked over, slowly, trying to avoid suspicion, from the intensity of the battle it sounded like two jounin, the buzz of chakra and crash of some small explosions, but when his eyes glanced evenly over the horizon he found... two kids? No more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He was astonished, they both looked totally worn out, some cuts and bruises, both panting in a small still of quiet as they planned out their next move or a bit of animosity in each of their eyes met each others gaze.
One held a kunai tightly in his hand and the other a katana, each of them huffed, Maigo slowly began to emerge, taking a few more steps up, his shoulders emerging and eyeing the two boys carefully. The one to the left, dressed in grey like a normal Kumo shinobi, headband proudly on display on his forehead and pushing the bangs of his white hair out of his eyes. The other boy to the right, seemingly much more in control of his breath and stamina, had blonde hair and a fairly normal black clothing choice with his headband more cleanly placed upon his forehead, clothing like what the ANBU wore under their armor. They were such a unique pairing, but the one boy to the left cried out, not in a yell or moan, but more of a strained grunt, his sword began to glow brightly in a spark of raiton. Bright, furious, the static clung to the air and pressured out around him, it was a large amount of chakra and may be his last move, but what concerned Maigo more, was the malice and intent in his preparation, in his own eyes.
Maigo placed himself directly between the two, the blonde smiled defiantly against the boys effort, words left his lips with the sting of ego, some taunt that Maigo couldn't make out a distance but the white haired boys face scrunched in a twisted manner. It was... rage, emotion, it was everything that Maigo had seen in himself when confronted and challenged. Though, Maigo couldn't empathize with the pain of being taunted, he'd known pain before, the pain of not protecting those he cared for and failing, especially failure. But it was as the boy taunted him that he noticed something strange, the spark of the blade, it intensified slightly, the boys arm twitched, hardly noticeable, but Maigo noticed, more chakra being pushed into the blade for this attack.
He was trying to seriously hurt him... he couldn't make too many assumptions, perhaps the blonde was a traitor, or spy, something like Maigo perhaps? But if he were a comrade, he was about to seriously wound him, the action plagued by emotion that would leave him with regret. Maigo's sharingan activated, he noticed all the chakra had left his arm, it sparked brilliantly in yellow entirely in the blade and nothing else. Planning to release it all? That would be dangerous... and the boys calves, they twitched, he began to dig in, slow enough for Maigo to read and react to but enough to signify that he was preparing to move. Maigo reached a hand up to the plateau and threw himself up, he was going to act, he was a jounin and could handle them, and besides, if the blonde was a spy then what better way to prove that he wasn't here to threaten Kumo in any way?
With chakra in his right hand, pressing a large amount of chakra to it, making a powerful Chidori that exploded in his hand as his legs landed upon the flat of the plateau. The boy started moving, but he was slow, a genin's speed for sure, and the other boy, was still sinking in to prepare for the attack. Maigo moved quickly, the white haired boys katana was pointed forward as he closed in and the kunai of the blonde was being set to counter.
That wouldn't matter much, with his eyes and increased speed, he would time his descent upon the two to strike just before they would deliver their own mutual strike, Maigo dashed between them. First, he grabbed the blade of Raiton chakra with his own chidori, rotating around it and pushing it down into the ground instead of letting him release the chakra directly at the boy, and with his feet, he jumped up and grabbed the wrist holding the kunai of the blonde haired boy. Paused in the air for a brief moment and creating a bridge between the two for a short moment before everything would flow back into motion. The blade of Raiton chakra, slammed down with force along with his chidori, exploding into the ground and tearing the earth at their feet apart. As for the blonde haired boy, Maigo's feet rotated rapidly around, he heard a crack and the kunai fell from his hand, he may have broken his wrist, or at least dislocated it, but it stopped his downward counter swing and broke his momentum.
Dust scattered everywhere with debris and a loud crash of explosion, pressured air causing a boom that would be heard around the plateau itself. Maigo's feet released the blonde as the pressure scattered out, he heard him fall to the ground but Maigo's arm held the katana down into the earth, the white haired boy seemed... shocked, gripping his sword tightly and sitting into his stance to hold himself upright. Maigo fell to a knee, holding the flat and dull edge of the blade with his palm and pushing to hold it down.
A short moment, the boy painted, the blonde spoke up panicked, "What in the world??" Maigo could tell his eyes would be near him as he would be scooting back away with his feet. Maigo's sharingan glared into the white haired boys soul, piercing past him, Maigo spoke up with conviction and tone to break the silence, "Those... are not the type of jutsu you use on a comrade..." his face was blank and he waited, before his sharingan would fade away. A thought crossed his mind to enter them both into a genjutsu of some sort, but perhaps he could reach him in conversation instead of illusion. But then again, who was Maigo to criticize, whenever his rage struck, he usually just got himself into enough trouble that he would be beaten bloody.
With a sigh, Maigo stood up from his kneeled position, releasing his grip on the sword and waiting to see what the boy who was gritting his teeth would have to say about this all.
[1622 words]
[Three Tomoe Sharingan Not Maintained]
[260/300 Chakra]
Regardless of the memories of this village, Maigo found himself in an extraordinarily cautious position, wearing a grey cloak over his clothes with the hood down, not to arouse too much suspicion in character, he had removed his headband and had his entire armory in stock under his cloak. Kunai, shuriken, and the rest in his pouch at his waist, a kunai in pouch on his thigh, and his larger shuriken in his backpack along with a few other mundane items. Lastly, his katana tucked at his waist by the belt, the cloak kept him completely covered and removed his form along with it, other than his above average height, it was hard to make him out in the deep coat and the long sleeves. If his hood were up, it'd have been anything but impossible for most people to make him out without looking directly at him.
He journeyed quietly and calmly through the village that morning, finding himself visiting a few memorable locations throughout, the casino and the place he stayed for the chuunin exams. Ending his journey near that battle plateau, a place where he and his squad borrowed for training and practice in the weeks up to and time during the exams. It was mostly quiet, some people passed by here and there, he would smile and nod, wave whatever be the most appropriate form of greeting. And then... whim struck him, so far he'd done very little in terms of actually scouting out the area of the village, no more so than the minimum to watch where he was going would involve. He began to ascend the stone steps that wrapped around the side, carrying him up the plateau slowly, lingeringly.
As he neared the top, he heard the sound of clashing, steel against steel like kunai but it was hesitated, small clashes here and there. Just... two people? He peeked over, slowly, trying to avoid suspicion, from the intensity of the battle it sounded like two jounin, the buzz of chakra and crash of some small explosions, but when his eyes glanced evenly over the horizon he found... two kids? No more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He was astonished, they both looked totally worn out, some cuts and bruises, both panting in a small still of quiet as they planned out their next move or a bit of animosity in each of their eyes met each others gaze.
One held a kunai tightly in his hand and the other a katana, each of them huffed, Maigo slowly began to emerge, taking a few more steps up, his shoulders emerging and eyeing the two boys carefully. The one to the left, dressed in grey like a normal Kumo shinobi, headband proudly on display on his forehead and pushing the bangs of his white hair out of his eyes. The other boy to the right, seemingly much more in control of his breath and stamina, had blonde hair and a fairly normal black clothing choice with his headband more cleanly placed upon his forehead, clothing like what the ANBU wore under their armor. They were such a unique pairing, but the one boy to the left cried out, not in a yell or moan, but more of a strained grunt, his sword began to glow brightly in a spark of raiton. Bright, furious, the static clung to the air and pressured out around him, it was a large amount of chakra and may be his last move, but what concerned Maigo more, was the malice and intent in his preparation, in his own eyes.
Maigo placed himself directly between the two, the blonde smiled defiantly against the boys effort, words left his lips with the sting of ego, some taunt that Maigo couldn't make out a distance but the white haired boys face scrunched in a twisted manner. It was... rage, emotion, it was everything that Maigo had seen in himself when confronted and challenged. Though, Maigo couldn't empathize with the pain of being taunted, he'd known pain before, the pain of not protecting those he cared for and failing, especially failure. But it was as the boy taunted him that he noticed something strange, the spark of the blade, it intensified slightly, the boys arm twitched, hardly noticeable, but Maigo noticed, more chakra being pushed into the blade for this attack.
He was trying to seriously hurt him... he couldn't make too many assumptions, perhaps the blonde was a traitor, or spy, something like Maigo perhaps? But if he were a comrade, he was about to seriously wound him, the action plagued by emotion that would leave him with regret. Maigo's sharingan activated, he noticed all the chakra had left his arm, it sparked brilliantly in yellow entirely in the blade and nothing else. Planning to release it all? That would be dangerous... and the boys calves, they twitched, he began to dig in, slow enough for Maigo to read and react to but enough to signify that he was preparing to move. Maigo reached a hand up to the plateau and threw himself up, he was going to act, he was a jounin and could handle them, and besides, if the blonde was a spy then what better way to prove that he wasn't here to threaten Kumo in any way?
With chakra in his right hand, pressing a large amount of chakra to it, making a powerful Chidori that exploded in his hand as his legs landed upon the flat of the plateau. The boy started moving, but he was slow, a genin's speed for sure, and the other boy, was still sinking in to prepare for the attack. Maigo moved quickly, the white haired boys katana was pointed forward as he closed in and the kunai of the blonde was being set to counter.
That wouldn't matter much, with his eyes and increased speed, he would time his descent upon the two to strike just before they would deliver their own mutual strike, Maigo dashed between them. First, he grabbed the blade of Raiton chakra with his own chidori, rotating around it and pushing it down into the ground instead of letting him release the chakra directly at the boy, and with his feet, he jumped up and grabbed the wrist holding the kunai of the blonde haired boy. Paused in the air for a brief moment and creating a bridge between the two for a short moment before everything would flow back into motion. The blade of Raiton chakra, slammed down with force along with his chidori, exploding into the ground and tearing the earth at their feet apart. As for the blonde haired boy, Maigo's feet rotated rapidly around, he heard a crack and the kunai fell from his hand, he may have broken his wrist, or at least dislocated it, but it stopped his downward counter swing and broke his momentum.
Dust scattered everywhere with debris and a loud crash of explosion, pressured air causing a boom that would be heard around the plateau itself. Maigo's feet released the blonde as the pressure scattered out, he heard him fall to the ground but Maigo's arm held the katana down into the earth, the white haired boy seemed... shocked, gripping his sword tightly and sitting into his stance to hold himself upright. Maigo fell to a knee, holding the flat and dull edge of the blade with his palm and pushing to hold it down.
A short moment, the boy painted, the blonde spoke up panicked, "What in the world??" Maigo could tell his eyes would be near him as he would be scooting back away with his feet. Maigo's sharingan glared into the white haired boys soul, piercing past him, Maigo spoke up with conviction and tone to break the silence, "Those... are not the type of jutsu you use on a comrade..." his face was blank and he waited, before his sharingan would fade away. A thought crossed his mind to enter them both into a genjutsu of some sort, but perhaps he could reach him in conversation instead of illusion. But then again, who was Maigo to criticize, whenever his rage struck, he usually just got himself into enough trouble that he would be beaten bloody.
With a sigh, Maigo stood up from his kneeled position, releasing his grip on the sword and waiting to see what the boy who was gritting his teeth would have to say about this all.
[1622 words]
[Three Tomoe Sharingan Not Maintained]
[260/300 Chakra]
- Jutsu Used:
-Three Tomoe Sharingan/Chidori in jutsu list, can add later