The Adventures of Oomi



Noodles, Nerves, and Seals...

It had been hours since she’d completed her mission with Ren and Tee – two shinobi she’d only met for the first time during said mission. Already, however, she’d come to respect the both of them a strong warriors. Though admittedly both lacked in her eyes as both had relied heavily on trickery. Not that she hadn’t herself, but at least she’d gone in headlong without regard for her life like any self respecting citizen of Kirigakure should have done!

Regardless they were less important. She’d racked up not only her first kill but a number of others along the way. This was it – she was a real kunoichi. Finally she could return to her father with great news. Unfortunately when the time came Harou would lament for his daughter’s excitement over having taken lives. Oomi, on the other hand, didn’t seem to understand the severity of what she had done, or perhaps she was choosing not to. They were enemy combatants and as far as she was concerned they had forfeit their lives the moment they dared step foot in Kirigakure.

Whilst Oomi slurped away at noodles and justified the slaughter and her joy pertaining to it a familiar face came into view. “Oi! Angry boy!” Oomi called out immediately after Tee exclaimed his expletive. She recognized his face – the Eizo being a clone and all. Though she’d never actually seen the original copy. It had happened that she herself was at the very establishment he’d been on the hunt for. Though her choice of meal was a simple bowl of noodles, it just so happened she enjoyed this particular shops noodles. She’d never eat a baby seal! Knowingly… she’s probably eaten thousands here and never realized it. “Eat some noodles and stop being loud.” Oomi said as she offered him her own bowl of noodles. “Us mission completers are eating and things. It’s calming. It’s always good to relax after an intense work out. That way you’ll be ready for the next one… or something like that. I don’t know.” She jutted the bowl out further and pated a stool next to her. “Food.” That was the end all be all to her entire argument.

[ Training: Raiton C --> B ]
[ Word Count: 366 / 2000 ]

The Adventures of Oomi



Bowls, Chopsticks, and Bases...

The yeller, after a bit of disagreement, decided to take the seat offered to him and even the bowl of noodles as well. Oomi shot a wide lipped smile, as she often did, in the shinobi’s direction before turning her attention to the chief that was toiling away. The simple wave of an outstretched index finger prompted another bowl of noodles to be produced and would soon be set in front of the young woman. “Well, a girl’s got to eat. Keep the ol’strength up.” She said as she patted her right bicep. “Besides…” She’d almost revealed that she felt she owed her father an apology for running offer earlier, but decided against speaking about anything that had to do with her personal life. She’d only just met this stranger after all. “Then I can be all up in enemy bases, punching their faces.” She added just as her second bowl of noodles was brought to her.

Oomi didn’t waste anytime getting to work on devouring the bowl. It seemed that she was quite hungry – true, indeed. She’d been so excited to finally get a shot at real battle that she’d completely forgotten to eat and was now eating for the first time in at least a day. “Naymsh Oomeee.” She said behind slurps of noodles. Tee’s lacking appetite wasn’t lost on the girl. Her eyes had wandered to his untouched bowl as she ravaged hers so thoroughly. “Are you not going to eat that?” She asked pointing her chopsticks in that direction. “How rude, it was a gift from me to you, you know.” She continued before stuffing her face with more noodles. “If you’re not gonna eat it, give it back. No sense in a perfectly good bowl of deliciousness going to waste.” She was actually a little angry that he’d not accepted her gift, but they’d fought side by side today and he deserved a little reprieve from her bouts of temper tantruming – at least for now.


[ Training: Raiton C --> B ]
[ Word Count: 691 / 2000 ]

No! No eating babies!

Not a peep. Who did this guy think he was?! Not only had she offered him food and he rejected it now he was threatening baby seals! “Hmph.” Oomi slurped at her noodles furiously. Just like a normal … person to be a jerk. “Only jerk faces eat baby seals, Jerkface.” She mumbled whilst he was obviously distracted by something. A distraction that made the girl pause for a moment. She turned in her stool and looked back thinking she might find some Seven Bells shinobi had made it to this part of the city as well. Unfortunately she found absolutely nothing, she’d not even been fortunate enough to catch the person that had launched Tee into his flight of fantasy.

“Oi!” She yelped as she snapped her fingers near the young man’s ear lobe. “What are you going to slice? There’s no baby seals over there – also, stop eating baby seals you meanie. How’d you like it you birthed a baby and then someone was all like…” She was shaking her body from side to side, along with her arms, in some over exaggerated rendition of how some incredibly overweight wealthy person would walk. Of course it probably didn’t look anything like that.. to anyone. “Owuh, a baby. I’ll eat it.” She paused for only a second as if to let it all sink it. “You wouldn’t like it, I bet!” Yes, it’s true! Oomi felt for the children! It needed to be an adult for her to eat it…. Or at least she needed to be able to lie to herself about it. “So, you eat those noodles, sir!” Oomi exclaimed as she pushed the bowl back in front of Tee. “…and remember; No eating babies!”


[ Training: Raiton C --> B ]
[ Word Count: 979 / 2000 ]

…that’s how fools get shot.

“Well! First of all, if it is a baby – I don’t know it so I can’t be faulted for what I didn’t know if it was an unknown that was never known thus making it an unknown unknown.” She’d been waiting soooooo long to say something like that, and she’d finally gotten to do it. It took nearly everything she had to keep from bursting from her seat in a hailstorm of noodles and whatever child meat was in them. “Allsoooooo, it doesn’t matter! You just don’t eat babies, okay~” She added, her tone almost songy, just before she slurped another extra long noodle from the bowl. Tee was pushing the offered noodles back now, which irritated her to no end. However, before she could respond to what he’d said next the damn fool was doing a backflip. She’d not question him; best to let crazy folks be crazy, her father would say.

“Oh hi, Skullface~” Oomi said with a slight wave and a wide grin. She was almost happy to see the familiar face. He’d given her her first real taste of defeat, and yet promised more strength. “Lickity split and in a hurry, I think it’s just ‘cause they wanted my incredible talents out there on the battlefield.” She added proudly. “Did you hear, me and ol’uh… say, what was your name again? Tye? Teeth?” She paused, but it wasn’t long enough for Tee to answer. “Tee! That’s it! We whalloped those whatchumcallum guys good. Broke their special toy and everyth-“ She didn’t get to finish her story, not that there was much more to it. Though she was probably going to find a way to make it far wordier than it was already becoming. But, back to the point…

She couldn’t have been prepared for Tee’s sudden outburst. Who would have been? Thusly, her first reaction was to ready herself for battle. This was done via a chopstick sword, that despite being wood she would will to conduct the ration chakra she’d just sent to her finger tips if need be, and a spilled bowl of noodles shield. Not to mention the starch strings themselves which now sat on her thigh burning flesh – not that she knew anything about that. She watched for a moment and yet… she couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. This would rescue her poor thigh as she wiggled about laughing and pointing at both Tee and Wolfgang. “hahahahaShmackandAlibabahahahahaha!”

[ Training: Raiton C --> B ]
[ Word Count: 1369 / 2000 ]


[ Chakra: 140 / 150 ]

Jutsu Used

”Lightning Release: Shock Bullets”:

The Ramen Shop

…or choked out, whatevs.

“Gooshhhoooo-ji-sammmaaaa!” Oomi said excitedly as she shot her right hand up, to her forehead, and out in a single fluid motion - to salute the coming food toting Ren, of course. It wasn’t the response but she enjoyed saying the word. “Sooooo, I’m loving the dew.” Of course she loved the ponytail, she happened to be wearing one herself. “But, the apron… it needs more purple.” She pointed her chopsticks at the thing. “Also – No, Mr. Owner Man. You’re old…” Didn’t matter how old he was, she couldn’t remember what he looked like. It just seemed like a good enough response. Unfortunately, Ren was already on the move and she’d probably been talking to herself for a while, so there’s no need to continue with the rest of her comments… <3

Realizing Ren was no longer around, Oomi’s attention returned to Wolfgang and Tee. Like a rabbit in a trap, Wolfgang had managed to capture Tee. She’d missed it and cursed herself. There an been an opportunity to watch, to learn that damned monsters every movement. “Tch.” She sucked her teeth, ironically just as he asked her if she’d considered his offer. If there was ever proof that things always work out in this girls favor, here it was. She’d completely forgotten that he’d offered to train her. What better what to learn everything about him than to learn it directly from him? Then! Then she’d finally get revenge for the asswhuppin’ he’d handed her. But, other than that he was actually an alright guy. They say you can learn a lot about a person just by fighting them…

He was certainly a character…

“I owe you an asskicking, so yes…I accept your offer, Skeletor.” She said shooting Wolfgang a wild thumbs-up which quickly faded as her face descended into a frown. “Swear on your mama that there will be a lot of fighting…” She then leaned in to watch as near visible lightning coursed between Tee and Wolfgang. A smile crept across her lips, whilst she reached for her bowl of noodles. Behind a rather large bite she said; “I don’t even really know this guy – good guy though, kicked some asses together. Was real nice.”

Tee struggled, but what could be done against an opponent with such raw strength? Oomi had learned firsthand how ruthless the tattooed maurader could be. Perhaps watching it from the outside would give her some greater insight. Yet, already her blood had begun to run hot. A thing set off by the punch that sent Tee soaring until his body had found wall. By now Ren had returned to investigate the situation. “Let’em ruuuuun. Whooooo, take it off, take it off, take it off!” Oomi had begun throwing hot noodles into the air as if they were dollar bills. Where she’d gotten the idea from no one would ever know but her. “They let me out because they know this village needs me. Besides, if I’m going to be Mizukage one day I’m going to need to do lots for this village. Like fight this….whoever these guys are that are breaking all our shit…. Like seriously… who does that? Just comes to our village and breaks all the things… ugh.” Oomi waved her hand, tossing the lands of her wasted noodle bowl to splat just between Tee and Wolfgang.




[ Training: Raiton C --> B ]
[ Word Count: 1925 / 2000 ]


[ Chakra: 140 / 150 ]

Active Jutsu

”Lightning Release: Shock Bullets”:

…it’s getting hot in here.

Already people were beginning to pick up and leave the shop. Some had only just escaped the ravenous hordes of Seven Bells’ army and were not keen to see battle again. Others merely drew back to allow the pair the room they’d require to fight. Those persons that had stayed would be pleased to find that they’d get more than what they bargained for. Or perhaps they wouldn’t like what they got at all.

Oomi nodded as Wolfgang spoke, she honestly wasn’t listening though. The tattoo he’d chosen for his face had nearly all of her attention. Luckily, he hadn’t said much so another nod was enough to seem as though she’d actually heard anything he said. “Right!” As per usual there was a fist pump involved. “What’s the first training session going to be like, and when?” Oomi said, her face falling into one of determination. Yet, as Wolfgang took notice of Ren her serious façade fell apart. The young boy was thrown as though he were naught more than some childs play thing. Though he’d expertly regain his composure and even find some fitting phrase to spit back at the man responsible. She could feel it, that strange warmth that rose from somewhere deep within. Her heart skipped a beat and then ran faster, just as her right leg began to kick almost nervously. There would be a fight here for sure. While she’d been continent to watch for the time being only moments prior, the girl was now itching for a chance to throw a few punches.

…and then the invitation came. Oomi leapt from her seat so quickly that the stool was thrown into the counter that she’d been eating at. “Right! Let’s do this!” She said excitedly now on her feet. “No hard feelings though.” The words were said as she threw a quick combination of punches and added a slight bounce to her stagnant stance. “But, Sensei Smooth Dome here wants me to karatacize you. You understand.” She continued just before she darted passed Wolfgang, behind his acid darts, and out into the clearing just in front of the shop where Ren and Tee were. The people in the area had now spread out further at the sight of the coming four way battle. “Alllright, who wants to get it on first?” She asked behind a happy smile. She’d taken a boxers stance, her right arm held a slight angle in front of her body – a thing mirrored by her left arm though it was held slightly lower than the former. The young woman had a far more exaggerated bounce in her step as well. Haphazardly cut bangs danced about her eyes as she bounced back and forth on either foot. “So, so?” She asked impatiently. She’d been so excited that she’d not noticed the scent in the air until it was too late.

“Tch.” Yet again she’d made a mistake, one that could cost her dearly. Flames roared across the distance between she and Tee like some stampede of angry elephants. Oomi drew in a deep breath, she’d stand her ground. She learned her lesson against Wolfgang. Running and searching for an opening wasn’t going to cut it. No, she needed to make it herself… Like flipping a switch that unique chakra of hers went to work. Oomi had activated the simplest of the jutsu used by the Adechi; Entropy Style: Technique Neutralization. It was too late to quash the jutsu at its source, however. The other two present, and any bystanders that might have been to close would have to hold their own in those few precious seconds that it took for the flames to reach Oomi. For it was not until the effects of the jutsu dared at attempting to do the young Adechi clan member harm that the jutsu responsible for them and the flames themselves simply ceased to be. “Oi! You could have burned down that fine food place!” The kunoichi spat angrily at Tee.

With the technique out of the way Oomi was free to act as she pleased, and she was pleased by punching faces. Hence, the girl darted in Tee’s direction at full speed. When she was within just a few feet of him, if he’d allowed her to get that close, she’d stomp down with her right foot pointing toward him. As she brought her foot down she bent it at a near 90 degree angle creating a bodily hinge from which she could manipulate the momentum she’d built up at a fairly low position ( in relation to the standing Tee ). Thusly, she pulled her body weight forward throwing it into her right elbow which was then aimed for Tee’s diaphragm. The blow would not be the end of her onslaught, however…



[ Training: Raiton C --> B ]
[ Word Count: 2724 / 2000 ]
[ Extra Words: 724 ]


[ Chakra: 130 / 150 ]

[ Shogeki-dan: 15 / 15 ]
[ Technique Neutralization: 1 / 2 ]


Active Jutsu

”Lightning Release: Shock Bullets”:

Entropy Style: Technique Neutralization:

Nice, but…

The stomp had provided grounding stability, and the low center of gravity gave the girl balance. She knew exactly what she was doing and yet… Gone. She’d underestimated his skill, or rather she’d but too much stock into her own. Of course it wouldn’t be as simple as a charge, what was she thinking? In the instant that he’d moved she cursed herself for having been so arrogant. Yet, still she was prepared for the situation. Ever at the ready, Oomi activated yet another jutsu indicative of the Adechi; Genkhairyu: Ikoiheiki ( Entropy Style: Entropy Distortion – D Rank ). The idea behind this was that she’d increase the power of her momentum to, as she’d imagined it would happen, quite literally run her elbow through Tee (and fuel the next attack). Of course she’d not have been strong enough even if this had happened, yet now the ability severed a second function. In the event that her target might move, the need to avoid an attack would most certainly arise. Now for Oomi, this was typically a simple matter as her reflexes were superior to the average shinobi. That is not to say that she was overly special. Though the girl was faster than the typical Genin, add that that a slight boost of 25% percent. And well, the initial strike sent her sliding across the ground and extra 8 inches or so beyond the point where Tee should have been. Imagine if the blow had landed. No time to think of that now, however. She’d barely notice as the first of Tee’s well aimed slices would tear through her flesh threatening to break and shatter ribs – ribs that fractured beneath the pressure; however it would find itself in the place where the second was intended to be. The second strike would miss her nearly completely, instead lopping off a bit of her pony tail.

Even as Tee was attempting to deliver the first strike with his weapon, though it would prove successful regardless of the girls best efforts, the elbow that had missed its target was quickly repurposed as Oomi pivoted on her right foot once again aiming to literally throw her elbow through her opponent. As she did this she placed her left hand literally on top of her right, the index and middle finger were extended, to resemble a gun of course. Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt! Three shots in total – the first aimed for Tee’s right elbow, the second for his shoulder, the third for his neck. The elbow itself was aimed at Tee’s ribcage. Whilst in this motion, as one would imagine it might be rather hard to actually bend one’s body in such a way and expect a meaningful strike. Thusly, as she pivoted on her right foot and twisted her body about, her left foot was first drug across the ground in a 180 degree circular motion – then regardless of the success of the elbow, or the Shock Bullets, it was lifted from the ground and flung with such speed that there might be little to be done about it. The kick itself was similar to a roundhouse in nature. It would sweep out from Oomi, about the average length expected for a young woman of her stature ( mm,’round 2 ½ feet or so ), in a relatively wide arc. Keeping in mid of course that the girl had increased her naturally above average speed by another 25%, thus making the girl quite literally 125% faster than her opponent. Should his attempt to escape have managed to move him out of range of the elbow, or perhaps even the shock bullets… the sweeping rib kick would find it’s target as their proximity would essentially mean that the kick would be coming at his back had he not moved, thus… it’s a trap. The sweep kicking, moving at a speed comparable to a slightly above average chuunin would be coming from behind Tee. Thusly, either the kick most likely would find his back knocking him forward, or it would find his right side, more specifically his ribcage. Regardless of the outcome, Oomi would end facing her opponent and pouring chakra into another technique that was still active; Genkhairyu: Jutsu-sho ( Entropy Style: Technique Neutralization ) fearing that she might need further use of it.

She’d noticed the rather large beast that Wolfgang had called to the battlefield, but it was of little concern to her. It wasn’t that she was so drastically focused on her opponent that she couldn’t be swayed, it was simply that she didn’t care. She’d seen his tricks before, and already decided that he was cheating for using a second party. Though she couldn’t deny the strength of the summons this bald headed man conjured up. Perhaps it was worth it to be able to call upon such beastly creatures. She didn’t both to comment on it. For the first time Oomi was actually silent. She needed to redeem herself for the loss against Wolfgang. That meant she needed to kick much ass… didn’t matter much who’s it was – besides she’d already told them it wasn’t personal…



[ Training: Raiton C --> B ]
[ Word Count: 3,523 / 2000 ]
[ Extra Words: 1523 ]


[ Chakra: 115 / 150 ]

[ Shogeki-dan: 12 / 15 ]
[ Technique Neutralization: 2 / 2 ]


Active Jutsu

”Lightning Release:

Entropy Style:

Entropy Style: