Aya stood within the town Center, surrounded by people on all sides, on the beginning of the third day of the siege, behind her on their own individual plaques were six blades, one after the other, enshrined to this day under the administration building she looked them over, as for once, though she was bandaged around the arm, leg, and around her waist under her armour, the bandages could not be seen, nor the pain from her wounds apparent on her face as she looked over her people. To her, there was hope in their eyes as they looked upon the blades which were on the stage, each of them was a fearsome weapon in the right hands, and in the wrong hands, she didn't even want to have to think about that one...

Within the crowd there were individuals of great power and potency who deserved to wield these weapons, and each of them from this point onwards would be known as one of the members of the seven swordsman of kirigakure!

Ever since Aya had become the Mizukage, she had attempted to gather a set of Seven Blades so that this day would come where the legendary protectors and the greatest warriors of this powerful country could be reborn as the new Seven, arising from the depths to the highest height within the country, the greatest military honour apart from taking the position as the Mizukage herself. These Seven men and woman would be the iron hand which would hopefilly reign in the oppressors of the hidden mist, and liberate them from these days of hell on earth. Though, she needed the candidates. The first of which was an obvious choice.

His loyalty and camaraderie knew no bounds, looking down amongst the crowd to her cousin, Strafe Aisu would be one of the members of this village receiving a sword this day. Along with Yuudai and several other hopefuls which she would be keen to see. Looking over the crowd she spoke to them, calling them out and projecting her voice over the masses so that she could be heard.

"People of kirigakure, friends, family, mothers, fathers, children and ninja. Today is a day of great things and achievement. Through no small merit of our own, we have proven that we are strong enough to stand on our own two feet and strike back at the heart of our enemy! That we're not helpless! and that we are a threat to those who would turn their blades against us!

But we are so much more my people of Kirigakure, we're more than a sword, a blade, which murder can be focused into. We are not a single sword of justice which pierces the moonlight with its shimmer, we are SEVEN! And so, with these blades, I hereby revive the Seven Swordsman of the mist! To all those who are eligible to wield them, but first, there are a few I would like to appoint to them first. Strafe Aisu, Yuudai Aisu and Daemon, please, step forward... and receive your prize."

She spoke aloud, looking over each of the swords which she was about to entrust to them. The shimmer, the sheen, she knew which ones she was going to appoint to each of the ninja who were about to kneel before her, and be knighted as something more than just a ninja, as a legend, an immortal, who would go down in history as one of the greatest ninja of all time. The ninja who possessed these weapons would be remembered in the history books of the world so long as they paper was kept and the tales within them were sung.

Today, was a bright new day.

This gathering, while he could understand the concept of it, seemed a bit too grandiose for Yuudai’s personal tastes. The reasoning behind it all, that he could understand completely and support as much as possible. People needed a reason to believe, needed a source of hope, of knowing the worst was not to come, and it certainly wouldn’t if his life depended upon it. That was the reason that the Sannin had deduced when news of the set of Seven Swords being officially reintroduced to the Village of Kirigakure no Sato, a new set of swords that had never previously been seen. If anything, the Mizukage was thinking ahead of everything, knowing exactly what was needed at what time. The one’s who would be given the swords clearly were deserving of the honour that came with them, and the Mizukage’s nod was just a further sign that those with the swords were deemed worthy. If he received one, it would be exactly like his thoughts, an honour. If not, his understanding would be there, his drive would still be there, and his own weapon would still be there.

Clad in his militaristic outfit, basically clad in all black (his coat, vest, pants, gloves, and boots) with the exception of the white ruffled shirt he wore, Yuudai stood at the extreme end of the crowd; leaning against a wall, choosing to keep his space away from others. He wasn’t averse, no, it was just him wanting his own space after the events that had transpired the last day. Yesterday was an eye-opener and a lesson he needed to take, thus the distant look that remained in his eyes. Physically and mentally, Yuudai was present as always, just the mental aspect of his person was constantly preoccupied with thinking of the slight battle with Mizuru that had passed. He received help, for that he understood, but it also dawned on himself of the capabilities he was currently capable of compared to others. He was too forgone in his own ways that he put himself in a position he could’ve been better prepared for.

The words spoken by Aya entered his ears, himself registering the messages, but his mind still wandering off every now and then. His eyes were directed towards the stage, though not at any one particular object, but rather on the village that he could see beyond the stage from the position he stood in. It didn’t hurt to stand, though it was still irritable due to the condition he was currently in. "... Aisu, Yuudai Aisu and Daemon, please, step forward... and receive your prize." His ears tuned in to hear the spoken words, call it the cocktail party phenomenon, his own name, or rather clan name, had piqued his curiosity, thus his receiving word that he would receive a ‘prize’ was instantly accounted for and registered.

It was apparent that he’d be one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Eyes turned towards him, none of which he looked back at. His attention was still focused upon the imaginary dot he was staring at prior to his name being called as one of the three whom would be knighted in front of the crowd, a crowd which almost everyone in Kirigakure chose to partake in. Pushing himself off the wall, Yuudai let out a small grunt as he balanced himself on his feet. Apparently the cut from the battle with Mizuru was a bit more gruesome than he expected, but adrenaline did that to a person, making them ignore pain and continue forward. The bandages around the entirety of his lower torso were still irritating, he wished he could remove them, but that’d probably do more damage than good for himself. Why did they have to patch it all up if it was mainly just his left side that took the damage… besides having to wrap it around completely. Taking slower steps than normal, to adjust to the irritability that the bandages had given to him. The crowd parted as Yuudai moved, still carrying the same atmosphere around himself, towards the center of the area where the Mizukage stood, with the remaining swords laid out.

Upon arriving in front of the Mizukage, Yuudai let out a strangled groan, one that he attempted to subdue as he knelt before the Mizukage. “I shall be the 7th Sword of the Mist.” His voice was loud and clear, not shouting, but in a normal tone in which people around the direct vicinity would be able to hear if there weren’t many louder noises.

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Dameon had been beckoned out of the hospital after having stayed the nigh there recovering from his last and near fatal mission. He was still trying to wrap his head around his promotion to Jounin. He knew how much effort and training he had put in and now it was finally paying off. He was surprised though, who would have expected anyone to become a jounin so quickly? Chuunin in a month was one thing but becoming a Jounin in a little over a month that was extremely rare. He felt ready and prepared for the new challenge. He slide his jacket on over his bandage covered torso, the official report was two broken ribs to go alone with the hole that had once been in his shoulder, and now it was just another nasty scar. He strapped his jacket closed to be proper instead of leaving his coat wide open like he normally did. He had been told it was a formal ceremony and to be presentable.

He didn’t have the slightest idea of what it all meant and simply followed the crowd as it gathered in front of the administration building. He looked ahead just in time to catch the start of the Mizukages speech. He looked around the crowd trying to see if there was a better way to get a visual of the event and suddenly he had heard his name called out. A feeling of both happiness and even a little bit of fear built in the pit of his stomach. Nobody seemed to know who he was though and he was even a little annoyed that his name had been mispronounced, which meant the Mizukage didn’t even know him that well. He began working through the crowd to the front the first wave of people were resilient in not letting him by not realizing the teen was one of those that had been called.  Eventually people understood and stepped aside. Gritting his teeth from the pain he was experiencing from his shoulder and rib section. He definitely didn’t want to show any sign of weakness and instead a beacon of strength like everyone was expecting them to be.

He walked a normal pace through the crowd and eventually had made it where the Mizukage and another man were. He hadn’t seen him either but he was obviously older and more skilled than he was. It was kind of interesting to him. Seeing obvious signs of injury to the older man and he hid it well just like the Mizukage. The three people in the center of the stage were all in some way or another injured from fighting in the war but in these times injuries didn’t mean a damn thing. They would all suck it up and continue fighting for the sake of the village and for the sake of the ones they cared about. He wished Toraika had been here for this moment, though part of him knew she might be more upset now that he was going to be facing greater dangers. He followed the other man’s lead knelt down in front of the Mizukage.

“I will be the 2nd Sword of the Mist,” he stated boldly and loud enough to be heard. He could hear the chatter of the people behind him questioning his height and age before he had spoken and after they seemed to fall silent as they realized there was no mistake as the Mizukage would have kicked him away if there had been one.
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ooc: Claiming the 2nd sword. Will be training Bukijutsu to S in time for fight.

(reserved, #4 is for aya >.> don't be taking it~)

Aya looked toward the two people which knelt before her, asking for the two blades, keeping an eye out around her, this ceremony would surely be a target for their enemy, but the village needed to see their champions who would attempt to free them from this dark time. Listening to the two of them she walked over and placed her hand on Serpents tongue, before walking over to the brave ninja who was ready for it. The small gladius which was held in each hand, she explained how the weapon worked as with a flick of her wrist the whip extended to its three meter long whip form.

Flowing her chakra into her weapon, she felt her reaction time become drained as it took a sample of her blood upon drawing it. Lifting up like a snake the weapon hung aloft in her hand as if submerged in the water before she thrusted the blade in the air. Each of the 20 small fragments of the blade broke off and flew in every direction at dangerous speeds, the projectiles more than able to destroy human bodies and armour before returning at the same speed.

"Yuudai Aisu, to you, i grant Serpents Tongue, a fitting weapon for one who fights with grace and tact, Its powerful projectiles will suit you well, with proper training, but for now, with this weapon, you will be able to wreak havoc on your foes and the foes of this country. Take this sword, and rise, the Seventh member of the Legendary seven swordsman with eternal fealty to kirigakure, your captains, and your kage!"

Then came the second, he wanted to be the second, a dangerous position for one so young, but the weapon was fitting. Aya moved over to the small diminutive dagger which lay on its pedestal, looking to the ninja, and several people of the crowd looked disheartened, the blade was mostly blunt and ancient. But as solstice flowed chakra into the weapon the steel lit up as chakra exploded from the weapon, which gained no weight. The energy weapon was the most powerful chakra blade the world had yet seen, even more so than the Raijin thunder sword. Its edge and focus through the artefact was so fine the chakra looked solid, and with each swing as Aya demonstrated the blade the length of the weapon could extend and distend down to short sword size, or up to 2m in length.

"And to you my young prodigy, I grant you the weapon which was made so those young and small could rival even the most trained swordsman. The midnight child's blade is the greatest chakra blade ever to be wielded, its versatility and power determined by its wielder. Near weightless and sharper than the cold breath of death. There is no swifter blade. Take this sword, and Rise with eternal fealty sworn to Kirigakure no sato, your captains and your kage, and so to Rise as one of the legendary seven swordsman!!! "

Aya smiled as the first two had been appointed, leading to their being four appointed swordsman in total, leaving four blades after including the addition of the legendary Kusanagi and the power of the reserve Captain of the swordsman Kaguza. She hoped she would see him amongst the crowd and he would step up and be introduced to the village

As a man walked down the street of Kirigakure no Sato, his mind pondered what lied ahead of him. Strafe had been accumulating more and more experience as a medical ninja through this war. Constantly using chakra and healing the extremely injured had left him more than a bit exhausted mentally and physically. As one of the Sannin of Kirigakure, it was his duty to contribute to the village and its survival in the best way possible. As the best Medical Ninja in Kirigakure, that meant a lot less combat than he would like. Does he like fighting? Of course not, but he would feel a lot more confident about his contributions if he could prevent injuries from happening. Such thoughts were only wishful thinking though, and he knew that. He knew what his role in this war was, as he was a better healer than combatant, or so he thought. Regardless, the event that he was going to might change that opinion.

As he continued to walk, his pace picked up a bit as his breathe became a little choppy. He wasn't sick, just a bit nervous. It wasn't every day that a ceremony like this took place. Of course, there was a chance that he could become one of them. A member of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Such an honor would mean the world to him. How many people could say they were a Sannin and Seven Swordsmen? His eyes were bright with excitement as he took deep breathes to calm himself. Despite his tiredness, a moved with almost a bounce in his step. He was always optimistic, as it was in his nature. Despite tha war they were currently in, some good things had been happening. His meeting with Sasori went really well and he now had a Doujutsu to use. His confidence as a man had grown. He was ready to take on more responsibility. In the distance he could see the massive crowd that had gathered and the Mizukage. It was time to see what the future held for him.

As he approached the crowd, he noticed Yuudai and another ninja kneeling before Lord Solstice. It seemed that two Swordsmen had already been chosen. A smile dawned his face. He was happy for Yuudai, who more than deserved a spot in the elite group. He stopped at the end of the crowd, looking on with joy. It took only moments before a lady leaned over to him and whispered. "Your name was already called. Congratulations." Strafe's jaw dropped with astonishment as he hadn't been expecting that to come out of her mouth. Maybe a greeting, but not that he was late and had already been selected. He nodded with thanks to her before moving into the crown. He spoke kindly to the people around him as he thanked those who recognized him and gave their congrats. After what seemed like an eternity, he was now close to his fellow Swordsmen. He walked beside Yuudai with a smile and knelt down. "I am the 6th Sword of the Mist." He managed to squeeze out. He battled back tears as he waited for his cousin to respond.

Iyata had heard that the Kage was to address the city quite early in the day she was excited and curious about what it was to be about. There of course was rumor and gossip that floated about saying this that and the other, to be honest she never put much faith in such things. It was always better to hear it from the source than the mouth of the ignorant. So she decided to head to where the semblance was taking place Iyata stood among the crowd that had gathered at the Kage’s request, she had folded her hands behind her back and was anxiously looking around for her Sensei Kaguza but was unable to locate him. As the Kage turned to address the amassed people she turned her attention and devoted it directly to her as she spoke.

"People of kirigakure, friends, family, mothers, fathers, children and ninja. Today is a day of great things and achievement. Through no small merit of our own, we have proven that we are strong enough to stand on our own two feet and strike back at the heart of our enemy! That we're not helpless! and that we are a threat to those who would turn their blades against us!

But we are so much more my people of Kirigakure, we're more than a sword, a blade, which murder can be focused into. We are not a single sword of justice which pierces the moonlight with its shimmer, we are SEVEN! And so, with these blades, I hereby revive the Seven Swordsman of the mist! To all those who are eligible to wield them, but first, there are a few I would like to appoint to them first. Strafe Aisu, Yuudai Aisu and Daemon, please, step forward... and receive your prize."

She smiled softly at the Kage’s words for they were definitely inspiring to say the least, She looked at her fellow clansmen and had nothing but pride for the clan swell up within her chest. For as long as she could remember she wanted nothing more to become one of the legendary seven, not because she wanted the title…although it was a plus. She had wanted to become part of the seven because she believed that she could make a difference somewhere in this world, at the very least a difference in Kiri. She did not want to boast her deeds for she knew that she had done well in her life thus far, but she wanted to take up arms and protect those that could not protect themselves and serve as the justice that Kiri needed so badly at this time in its life. She knew that no one could dispense that justice more than the Seven. She smiled softly as she beckoned all comers to take up arms as and become part of something much bigger than themselves. She felt some imaginary force pulling her towards the front and found that her body was moving forward amongst the crowd. She did not know what she was doing she was going to make a fool of herself she just knew it.

She had reached the front row of the crowd and watched as Strafe and Yuudai distant cousins of hers as well as one other person she had only heard of but had never of met stepped forward and announced themselves as Swords of the Mist. Iyata watched as people cheered and clapped for them all, Iyata looked around once more to try and see if her Sensei was around, she had been training hard and did not know if he truly believed her capable of being one of the legendary seven. She fought with herself not knowing which action to take, the force that had pulled her to the front was stronger now, this was her moment…this was her chance…

Iyata stepped forward softly and approached the group, she felt like all the eyes that turned to watch her bore holes down to her very soul as he approached the center of the gathering nearest her cousins. She kept her eyes down for a brief moment and then looked up to meet the eyes of the Kage and her Cousin and announced herself softly at first but realized that her voice was meek. She frowned and cleared her throat once more not liking to be the center of attention . “I Shall be the 5th Sword of the Mist” She clearly and loudly announced. She added at the end only audible to the Kage an those beside her."If you'll have me.."she finished.