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Re: The Siege of Inabayama. (open) Fri Jun 22, 2018 9:59 pm
Yasubei
C-rank
The Pursuit of medical ninjutsu isn't innately worthwhile, at least that was always how Yasubei saw it. The application of the highly focused skill set was typically over shadowed by most ninja on a day to day basis. Countless ninja live their entire lives without so much as learning the basics of founding techniques, and yet those same ninjas rise up to great heights nonetheless. In fact Yasubei would argue that those with medical ninjutsu are so busy supporting others that they fall far behind. The other ninja can quickly brute force their way through a situation that might require a lot of time and finesse from a medical ninja. That being said Yasubei did understand the basic principles of medical ninjutsu, but only enough so that he could better understand his own body and just what he was. There was the additional benefit of occasionally being able to reset a bone, suture a wound, or perform some other long-term practice to make people better. Those practices though mundane were in Yasubei's opinion all that were really necessary for other people. He saw it as being no different than fixing a puppet. As long as the puppet is out of commission and still being repaired.
In the last few months all of that has been thrown out of the window. Yasu has watched terrible atrocities begin happening as the ninja from what seemed like every village began interfering with the system that had been forming slowly but surely in the Land of Wind. A new force had somehow found root here in the land of wisping sands taking hold of the scarred land and using as a foundation to destroy everything that'd been erected by previous generations. Not that that was of any consequence to Yasubei. An unelected but worthy official made their presence known and seemed to be on the path towards uniting the area under their flag. For a time the entity showed a small amount of interest in Yasubei himself, but as Yasu proved himself to be incapable of defeating a genin in one to one combat, he lost faith in himself and proceeded to go into hiding. He hid in his little bunker outside of the ruins of Sunagakure simply sulking as he thought about why he lost, why the match was called in his opponents favor. It wasn't until he stepped out of his hidden home again after weeks of sulking that he realized the chaos that'd been unfolding around him. Chaos that at one point in time he would have felt responsible for stopping, but now that he'd realized just how weak he'd truly was. The revelation weighed Yasu down like a ten ton dumbbell where his heart would reside.
Yasubei slowly made his way to the plume of smoke that etched itself in the blazing sky, a beacon to those like the person his former self had become, carrion crawlers that slinked through the rubble and ashes with the maimed and inert. Though he was unable to save the injured barring a few stitches and disinfecting their wounds, he learned about the atrocities that they'd gone through at the hands of he invading villages and the factions riled up by them. The strain that this almost proxy war put them through was too much for Yasu, so he made his way towards a familiar sight. His journey to Kiri's camp was mirrored by what seemed like dozens of others that were either here for the same reason as him. While there were also those here to see titans clash or make a name for themselves, Yasu suspected that they wouldn't be approaching at the same old pace he'd be approaching at. He had come to prove himself to the Titan that'd once shown interest in him, he was done sulking among corpses. If it was what it took to stop the lives of the people in the Land of Wind from being forfeit, he fight with full intent to destroy his opponent.
With a frigid exterior he made his way through the smoky dunes that were decimated by one of the many titanic beings that had made their way through here. He looked at the scarred and burned bodies of ninja of all ranks as his chakra flowed through the camp like feeler's inspecting the area for a meal. Normally Yasubei would find such a scene tragic, the forfeit lives of so many laying strewn about on a now non-existent camp. These people though were causing imbalance in his home, and their demise would bring the lives of the people of Kaze no Kuni one step closer to security. Quickly the chakra Yasu sent out would find its targets three semi-transparent tendrils of chakra would grasp onto corpses that were both dead enough to have there chakra systems easily invaded by his own unflinching malicious chakra, but intact enough that they could stand on their own to feet and be useful.the three of them leapt to their new temporary master. He looked at the mockeries of the once ninja, and they would each remove the heavier pieces of armor and weaponry off of their body. They were simply left with their countries clothes; flak jackets, symbolizing that they had succeeded their rite of passage into the militant ranks of shinobi-hood; and their Kirigakure headbands. While he wouldn't be able to use their bodies as effectively as they may have in their previous life, they would bolster his strength accordingly.
The first to finish preparing to fight was a kunoichi who had a scar running down her face. Her body showed signs of wear and tear that existed even before her untimely demise. Those paired with the heavy metal armor that she had been wearing all over and the multitude of large weapons she had at her disposal. Implied a specialty of bukijutsu that was her main focus. Yasubei would reach into his kunai pouch and pull out a scroll, unraveling it and summoning three cloaks in his opposite hand. They were the same cloak that Yasu himself wore, jet black with a crimson lining on the inside. They had long sleeves and a large hood so that most of the wearer's body was obscured. He'd hand the first to her, and once she donned it over everything else she was wearing she pull the hood over her head and speak in a a hoarse voice. "Intern 1, ready for duty." Yasu was pretty sure that the hoarseness in her voice was caused by damage from the fire and smoke.
The second and third would follow soon after the second was a man slight too hefty to be a ninja, or at least so Yasubei would think, and the the third was a young boy about four foot six, much too young to be a ninja in Yasubei's opinion. That being said they were certainly much more accomplished than Yasu was. He'd hand them both the other two cloaks. They spoke together after donning hoods that would obscure their injuries, though unlike the woman these two seemed to have passed from concussive damage to their internal organs. "Interns two and three reporting." Though he was pleased that these two could speak normally no smile spread across his face. Everyone could sense it something terrible seemed to be about to unfold. His preparation was complete though, and he gave the woman a fuma shuriken that she hid under her and the boy a kunai which he hid in a pouch. The four were going to make there way towards an active camp and eliminate more of the growing threat of the invading forces with what meager power they had together.
[WC = 1308]
Siding with Lamya in Lamya vs Takao
In the last few months all of that has been thrown out of the window. Yasu has watched terrible atrocities begin happening as the ninja from what seemed like every village began interfering with the system that had been forming slowly but surely in the Land of Wind. A new force had somehow found root here in the land of wisping sands taking hold of the scarred land and using as a foundation to destroy everything that'd been erected by previous generations. Not that that was of any consequence to Yasubei. An unelected but worthy official made their presence known and seemed to be on the path towards uniting the area under their flag. For a time the entity showed a small amount of interest in Yasubei himself, but as Yasu proved himself to be incapable of defeating a genin in one to one combat, he lost faith in himself and proceeded to go into hiding. He hid in his little bunker outside of the ruins of Sunagakure simply sulking as he thought about why he lost, why the match was called in his opponents favor. It wasn't until he stepped out of his hidden home again after weeks of sulking that he realized the chaos that'd been unfolding around him. Chaos that at one point in time he would have felt responsible for stopping, but now that he'd realized just how weak he'd truly was. The revelation weighed Yasu down like a ten ton dumbbell where his heart would reside.
Yasubei slowly made his way to the plume of smoke that etched itself in the blazing sky, a beacon to those like the person his former self had become, carrion crawlers that slinked through the rubble and ashes with the maimed and inert. Though he was unable to save the injured barring a few stitches and disinfecting their wounds, he learned about the atrocities that they'd gone through at the hands of he invading villages and the factions riled up by them. The strain that this almost proxy war put them through was too much for Yasu, so he made his way towards a familiar sight. His journey to Kiri's camp was mirrored by what seemed like dozens of others that were either here for the same reason as him. While there were also those here to see titans clash or make a name for themselves, Yasu suspected that they wouldn't be approaching at the same old pace he'd be approaching at. He had come to prove himself to the Titan that'd once shown interest in him, he was done sulking among corpses. If it was what it took to stop the lives of the people in the Land of Wind from being forfeit, he fight with full intent to destroy his opponent.
With a frigid exterior he made his way through the smoky dunes that were decimated by one of the many titanic beings that had made their way through here. He looked at the scarred and burned bodies of ninja of all ranks as his chakra flowed through the camp like feeler's inspecting the area for a meal. Normally Yasubei would find such a scene tragic, the forfeit lives of so many laying strewn about on a now non-existent camp. These people though were causing imbalance in his home, and their demise would bring the lives of the people of Kaze no Kuni one step closer to security. Quickly the chakra Yasu sent out would find its targets three semi-transparent tendrils of chakra would grasp onto corpses that were both dead enough to have there chakra systems easily invaded by his own unflinching malicious chakra, but intact enough that they could stand on their own to feet and be useful.the three of them leapt to their new temporary master. He looked at the mockeries of the once ninja, and they would each remove the heavier pieces of armor and weaponry off of their body. They were simply left with their countries clothes; flak jackets, symbolizing that they had succeeded their rite of passage into the militant ranks of shinobi-hood; and their Kirigakure headbands. While he wouldn't be able to use their bodies as effectively as they may have in their previous life, they would bolster his strength accordingly.
The first to finish preparing to fight was a kunoichi who had a scar running down her face. Her body showed signs of wear and tear that existed even before her untimely demise. Those paired with the heavy metal armor that she had been wearing all over and the multitude of large weapons she had at her disposal. Implied a specialty of bukijutsu that was her main focus. Yasubei would reach into his kunai pouch and pull out a scroll, unraveling it and summoning three cloaks in his opposite hand. They were the same cloak that Yasu himself wore, jet black with a crimson lining on the inside. They had long sleeves and a large hood so that most of the wearer's body was obscured. He'd hand the first to her, and once she donned it over everything else she was wearing she pull the hood over her head and speak in a a hoarse voice. "Intern 1, ready for duty." Yasu was pretty sure that the hoarseness in her voice was caused by damage from the fire and smoke.
The second and third would follow soon after the second was a man slight too hefty to be a ninja, or at least so Yasubei would think, and the the third was a young boy about four foot six, much too young to be a ninja in Yasubei's opinion. That being said they were certainly much more accomplished than Yasu was. He'd hand them both the other two cloaks. They spoke together after donning hoods that would obscure their injuries, though unlike the woman these two seemed to have passed from concussive damage to their internal organs. "Interns two and three reporting." Though he was pleased that these two could speak normally no smile spread across his face. Everyone could sense it something terrible seemed to be about to unfold. His preparation was complete though, and he gave the woman a fuma shuriken that she hid under her and the boy a kunai which he hid in a pouch. The four were going to make there way towards an active camp and eliminate more of the growing threat of the invading forces with what meager power they had together.
[WC = 1308]
Siding with Lamya in Lamya vs Takao
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