An Underlying Problem Pt. 1 [Open - Free RP]

[Ginyama Senshiro]

Spoiler: Mood Setting (Image Link)

Hiroshi sat with folded legs and the palms of his hands placed firmly on his knees. To the untrained eye, he would merely appear to be meditating within the darker recesses of the Toraono Clan's Dojo as he held his eyes shut and his voice silent. Those who made this simple observation would not be entirely wrong--rather they would lack the necessary information to understand why the young man had taken to inner focus during a time of intense civil unrest.

"It's not that hard to understand, Unmei," he reflected, hoping that the entity within would listen to him. "Surely even you should realize that this is not the time for either of us to lose control."

The Dread Wolf sealed inside of him mentally nipped Hiroshi's spirit--a mere reminder that the shinobi was overstepping his boundaries. Hiroshi merely repressed a sigh as Unmei started to growl silently.

"This is the perfect time for me to act!" the demon mentally howled, manifesting his influence over Hiroshi in the form of a tainted aural flare. "With the Daimyo and his Sovereign Army battling Sunagakure, I could easily dismantle their weakened infrastructure and liberate Kaze no Kuni!"

"Quiet, Zasshu!" Hiroshi snapped back as he started to suppress the demon's aura with his own. "Not only do we have to contend with both factions in this civil war, but we also have to keep you as far out of the reach of the Makaibatsu cult as possible.

"Unfortunately for the two of us, most view you as a powerful asset--a weapon of mass destruction, no different from Zansatsu."

 

[Kato Hana]

Saito strode into the dojo. The pounding in his head was really bothering him and he needed to get her under control. So far he had her trapped but it was a constant fight.

What he needed right now was something to take his mind off the screaming in his head. It was because of this he walked into the dojo, rolling his neck as he went.

As he turned the corner to come upon the mat he saw that he was not alone. Seeing the meditating man he gave a nod to him. He was unsure he it was seen but that did not matter. He took off his shoes and stepped onto the mat.

As he unsheathed his sword from his back he felt a stab of pain run through him. She was trying to escape again. He took a deep breath trying to clear his mind, but all that came out was a low growl

”Your not going to get rid of me that easy” He heard in his head.

She was not going to quiet down today. Resigned to the fact he started to one of his kata’s

 

[Ginyama Senshiro]

Footsteps echoed through the dojo, growing louder as the source drew closer to Hiroshi.

"We seem to have a guest, pup," Unmei hummed silently.

"I'm not surprised," the shinobi replied. "After all, this dojo is accessible to the public; otherwise we wouldn't be able to be here ourselves."

The metal of the newcomer's blade scraped against the wooden interior of its sheathe (or so it seemed).

"Whoever they are, they are drawing their blade," the entity within noted with more urgency than last time.

Despite this, Hiroshi seemed unconcerned with whatever the troubled you man was doing. "This is a dojo for practitioners of any martial art; I'm not surprised if this person would be working on their sword play."

Then the other growled, provoking the Dread Wolf's survival instincts.

"Did you hear that!? Something is not right with that boy!"

The man audibly sighed as he humored the spirit within and opened his eyes, seeing a young man practicing his swordplay--as expected.

"Are you satisfied, Zasshu?" he berated the entity within him as he arose from his seated position.

"Not one bit; something is off . . . I can smell it."

"You don't have a physical nose right now," Hiroshi reminded Unmei. "But if it will put your mind at ease, I'll keep my eye on him."

With that reassurance, Unmei remained silent yet vigilant as the shinobi channeled a meager portion of the demon's cursed energy throughout his body before practicing his own hand-to-hand kata--just one of many belonging to the Way of Infinite Intuition.

 

[Misaki Kyoko]

Whispy clouds white as milk billowed over head, blocking the sun and casting an abscured light over the village. The duo had awoken before dawn and set off at the crack of dawn for Toraono dojo. For a trained nin such a trek even for outsiders was a half an hour on average, but Kyoko was still a budding little tike who has yet to take off like her trained counterparts. As the two headed inward and toward the center of the village her father would glance at the peripheral of his eye to see a tinge of worry written on her face. He placed his hand on her head and asked, " "verthing alright my dear"? The gentle yet strong pat of her father brought the girl back on her guard as she shook his hand off of her and said, " Geez father nothing's wrong"! He backed off a little as she pouted with a grin on his face. She on the other hand focused back on the road ahead and said, " I'd rather go to school or stay home". He shook his head and looked up at the sky as if to collect his thoughts. " There are some things you can't learn at school or home little one. I'd much rather you learn here than out in the world". She nodded because she knew there was no changing her father's mind. He often was accommodating to her, but whenever he opposed her, she instinctively knew that it was useless to protest further. The two headed on further toward a slope overlooking a passage into the depths of the earth.

Kyoko peered over the downward path to see darkness accentuated by oil lamps and the hazy sunlight that shone down upon the underground village. The shadows were more prominent, as if they danced to the rhythm of the oil lamps which lit the way into the underground cavern. In the distance she saw some massive Gothic looking buildings. The closer she got, the more foreboding they seemed. Kyoko gulped as they loomed directly over her, bearing the scares of yesteryear. She knew nothing of the djinn or the maelstrom, except for stories her father told her about. But to see the rough, yet vexing elegant walls of the throne of bone astonished her. Shinobi from all over here, though they were mostly sand with some leaf nin lurking about. Her father knelt down before here and placed his hands on her shoulder. " Alright daughter, I want you to explore just a little while daddy goes and takes care of some paper work". Her eyes burned with an anxious fire as she stamped her foot forward. " Ah ah ah, remember you're a big girl now. I will be back. I just want you to explore just a little okay"?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she nodded reluctantly. The two of them entered the grounds to find various nin training in different ways. She saw some move so quickly that they disappeared before her very eyes. While others were doing more mundane training exercises such striking punching a punching bag. However the force was so great that it made gusts of wind push her back, instilling a visceral fear in her. Her father on the other hand left in the blink of an eye as she got lost in the amazement of the dojo's participants. Few noticed the little one as she was one of many young students visiting just like any other,but a few stopped what they were doing to give her pointers.

One such man was a bulky taijutsu fighter with eyes as white as paper, with no pupil to speak of. She didn't know who he was,but the man was a hyuga clan member who taught her to square of properly. " ALRIGHT LITTLE GIRL, arms held out like this, feet apart like so". Kyoko raised her arms just slightly extended a little more than half way, which would give her the option to defend or attack depending on the situation. And spreading her legs a quarter of a meter would give her leverage that made her feel surprisingly comfortable. In that moment she felt like she could stop anyone or anything charging at her. Though it was an improvised hyuga stance, it may prove invaluable as she grew more experienced. This continued for a bit as her father smiled at her from the shadows, but such confidence only lasted so long. Eventually Kyoko remembered she was in a strange place without her dad and immediately became distressed. She started to breathe more heavily and sweat slightly until she came across a quiet room. In the chamber was nothing more than a few mats and a pair of fellows sitting alone in the criss cross applesauce position her father had taught her.

Her mouth was slightly agape as she looked onto them with wonder in her eyes. To her the pair exuded a strong aura that she also wanted to as well. Without much thought she walked and took her shoes off as well. Positioning herself next to the man known as hiroshi, she looked at the two once more. In truth she was slightly unnerved by saito and could tell he was slightly disturbed by the expression he made while handling his blade. Like the lesson before she focused on her inner self and felt the different kinds of sensations that flowed within her. To the trained shinobi this would be manipulating the physical and spiritual energies from within, but for her, it was still a vague concept. All she knew was concentrating on her muscles and breathing made her body feel strong. While focusing on clearing her mind as she was told made her feel confident and at peace. Although no matter how much she tried to focus, there was always a sense of dread she could not shake off. Despite the heat of the desert bearing down on her, she still felt an innate chilled sensation that climbed up her spine every now and then. A sensation which grew more prominent whenever she meditated. She always felt like she was being watched, a sensation which reared its ugly head whenever she was tired or not actively awake. Her clothes ruffled as if blown by the wind ever so slightly as she delved deeper into an unaware blank slate of mind. A competing sense of peace and dread fought within her as she channeled her chakra as her father had instructed.

 

[Nataya Ryuma]

For the first time in his life Ryuma was being allowed to leave the home of his clan. Years he spent training inside all day and most nights. The few times he did get to leave it was with a clan escort and for a purpose outside of that he never left. Though times really hadn't changed he had aged and in some way proven himself to his father. At least enough to be trusted to leave the clan home. Not to mention it would be good for him to get out and see the city. Considering he started at the academy in less than a week. With that in mind Ryuma's father gave him a small bit of change and told to him, more so kicked him out than told, and he was instructed to not return until the sun had set.

The city should have been daunting for one so young and new to it, but it wasn't if anything Ryuma found it rather dull. So large yet nothing brought him entertainment, it was just a giant area of dull movements and hustle. Due in part to the fact the sun hadn't even fully risen when he was kicked from his own into the streets to 'adventure' as his father called it. As the sun rays slowly rose and lightened the dark sky above the city slowly seemed to come to life, more so than it was before the light shone upon it. People got up and headed to their jobs, some returning to the cavern from which the city had once solely existed in. Ryuma remember the stories a massive Dojo belonging to the Toraono family. From the stories his father had told his brother this structure was massive and housed not only the clansman, but also a dojo for shinobi from all over the world to come and train. A massive building where large numbers of people are training or maybe even fighting. Now that peaked Ryuma's interests. Finally something not boring rabble walking to work.

From the surface to the dojo was a decent trek for an eight year to make alone, yet the large structure made it nearly impossible for one to lose their way to it. Even from the entrance of the cavern that once lead to where the mighty sand village survived the massive buildings could been seen, though from there they appeared as small hand sized structure. Up closed they loomed over the small child as stood at the base of them and stared at them. The large buildings housed so much and were terrifying to many young ones, even to older folks, but Ryuma sat at the base of the buildings and all he think about was watching something entertaining. His mind raced as he walked through the buildings dojo and saw many a different shinobi training in their own unique way. During this trek he spotted a young girl about his age being trained by some older gentleman about her stance and how to square off properly. Interested he followed the young girl as he watched he noticed she scared, though she kept walking. Of course she ended up in a meditation room, easily the most dull room in the entire dojo, but this is where a scaredy-cat belongs.

The young girl took off her shoes and sat next the calmer appearing of the two men. She began to practice her meditation when Ryuma decided he had had enough of this bore and wanted to stir things up a little.

"The Scaredy-Cat come to meditate did she?" Ryuma mockingly chuckled as he prodded at the young girl on the mat next to the man without a sword.

"Lets do something fun, watch this!" With that statement Ryuma threw the biggest rock he could find at the man with the sword. Ryuma's aim was for the mans head, and though he was using force. He is yet a child and the actual force behind it would doing more than leave a bump, but mostly it was meant to irritate the already distressed looking man.

 

[Kato Hana]

As Saito moved through his kata, he noticed people were starting to fill in the dojo. It was a passing notice but not one he took much interest in. This was a public dojo and that was what it was there for. He did notice that there seemed to be more interest in mediating then there was for working out. To Saito this just seemed like a waste. Mediation was something that could be done anywhere. Swinging a giant sword around that frowned upon in public. It was one thing to mediate when you were the only person there, but now that more and more people came in, that was space that people needed the mat could have used.

Despite this he did not begrudge them their mediation time and only took the passing acknowledgement of them.

As he flowed from one movement to the other his eyes would start to drift closed, paying less attention to his surroundings and concentrating more on his form. Seeing was not necessary for this, though it did rely someone on people not walking into his sword range. While others performed their mediation sitting, he performed his moving.

During this time he almost missed that Seras had quitted down. It was likely she was just biding her time, but whatever the reason, Saito wasn’t going to complain about it. It was nice to not have her chattering in his mind.

Then it all changed. ”YOU IDIOT.” He heard in his head as his eyes snapped open. Time seemed to almost be moving in slow motion as the rock left the boys hand. Saito stopped suppressing his calming aura and flowing into the next move he brought his sword up and across his face timing it to cut the rock in two letting the two halfs fly harmlessly to either side of him.

His eyes, with their concentration circles for pupils focused solely on the boy that threw it. ”Are you going to let him get away with that” Seras asked him ”He should be bowing down to us, being the peon that he is. He should worship us and give us his throat for the offense that he has shown.” She kept on ranting but Saito stopped listening.

”That was unwise” he simply told the boy.

MFT
{ooc: sorry for the delay }

 

[Ginyama Senshiro]

((OoC: No worries, Saito; Also I should note that Hiroshi has been practicing hand-to-hand kata since Saito started his own))

"Fool," both Unmei and Hiroshi silently commented simultaneously as the latter stopped practicing his technique and shook his head at the young boy. To the towering man, Ryuma reminded him of the first time Unmei took control of him, reckless and completely naive to his own motives; to the Dread Wolf herself, the boy reminded her of none other than Zansatsu, hellbent on destruction for the sake of destruction.

"I suggest you form your actions a bit more carefully next time," he calmly berated the more rambunctious of the two kids. "Every step you take--every rock you throw--has consequences, no matter how minor it may seem." Though he knew the lesson would most likely be lost on the boy, he didn't care to elaborate. Instead, he turned his attention to the young girl who had opted to practice meditation like he had done so before Saito's arrival.

"My apologies for the commotion, little one," he said with a fatherly smile. "I know it isn't easy trying to find inner peace when the outside world is seemingly at war." He resumed his sitting position--this time a comfortable distance across from Kyoko--before he started offer a few insights to improve her technique.

"First, sit up straight; chakra has a more difficult time flowing through the body when the spine is not aligned properly."

"Second, if you're just starting out, I highly recommend putting your hands together--like so--and holding at the same level as your heart. In my experience, my right hand is easier to project my chakra with, whereas the other hand is easier to receive chakra with. By doing this, the chakra is able to flow more freely throughout the body."

"Finally, a trance is not the same as being detached from reality; in fact, it is quite the opposite; you become so aware of your surroundings that sometimes the slightest changes in them won't escape your attention."

"Hope that helps; if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

 

[Misaki Kyoko]

As the little girl struggled to control her chakra the sound of a boy caught her attention, if only for a moment. Her clothes stopped ruffling and her gaze shot to that of a boy toying with a rock in his hand. He had a cold demeanor to him that sent chills through the little girl as he tossed the rock. She flinched instinctively and covered her face with her arms expecting to be struck by the boy. To her surprise, the clean yet intimidating sound of steel crisply slicing through stone met her ears. As she parted her arms to get a view of the situation, she was greeted with the intimidating visages of the older shinobi who had been training prior. What really unnerved her was the switch that the unarmed fellow seemed to possess, going from stern and foreboding, to attentive and kind. She gulped and wiped the tears from her cheeks and nodded when he repositioned himself on the mat.

Her head tilted a bit when he began to give instructions with common terminology, such as spine and trance. However to the girl she only vaguely grasped the gist of what he was saying. When he mentioned sitting up straight, she did so not because she understood his advice,but rather because he said to. She carefully observed his straight posture and broad shoulders and attempted to emulate this. It was a little strenuous on her back as she was not used to sitting up straight or maintaining the posture purposefully. Nevertheless she rubbed the base of her spine and took a deep breath to help herself upright. Next she followed his advice and clapped her hands together exactly as he had said to. The girl tried to drown out everything again, since she didn't know what he meant by going into a trance like state,but felt embarrassed to ask.

Right away there was a difference in how her chakra flowed through her. She felt more warmth emanating from her stomach and a tingle in her palms that almost felt alien. She closed her eyes harder and trembled,but continued to hold fast. Her clothing ruffled even more this time as it spilled out of her and threw her off balance. In her mind's eye she saw it, a black figured rushing toward her. She gasped and practically threw herself back. A cold sweat broke trickled down her head as she stared at the ceiling for a moment. She growled and threw herself back up to a sitting position like before. This time focusing on focusing all her sensations into her chest and letting it spill over her. The world seemed to become more prominent to her senses. She felt the mold of the plastic mat underneath her butt, heard the slightest swing of the arm and even the buzzing of an insignificant fly. That's when she saw it again, standing at a distance somewhere but nowhere at the same time. It bobbed its bird like head at her,but did not approach her. For the first time since that day she saw what was lurking in the shadows,but did not act. It merely stared at her before receding into nothingness. A wave of relief washed over the girl as the sensations of the gym hit her like a truck.

In her chest what was a storm now felt like a tempered wind, before it shot back up and out of her again. When her eyes opened again she was out of breath and covered in goosebumps. " Why...why dd-do I feel so tir'd mister"? She was baffled because what felt like hours of training, was for all intensive purposes no more than a few minutes.

edit: 621 words

week 2's training[ For the week of 8/19-8/26]

 

[Nataya Ryuma]

Standing there watching as the man cut the rock in two, he smiled. Finding himself impressed by the older man's quick reaction to his actions. Though the comment went unnoticed as the closer man who appeared rather large in comparison to the two kids began to speak. He lectured the young boy on how he watch his actions and blah blah. Just as soon as the man began to talk the boy stopped listening. He just stood there watched his surroundings as boredom began to take over again. The hopes of the flying rock creating more than a line dialogue was voided and now he was bored again. Watching however presented him with another opportunity.

The large man had begun to teach the young girl that Ryuma followed here how to meditate. The girls lesson seemed all but harmless, at least until the nearing end. In a sudden flash the girls eye's flew open and she appeared weakened before Ryuma. His moment had arrived.

As loud as he could Ryuma screamed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Before bringing his leg up in an attempt to kick the larger man in the head. His sitting position put him at a level that Ryuma could actually reach his head, and using the young girls tired state as an advantage to possibly rally others to his cause he acted. The actions were not meant to harm, but again were merely meant to alleviate the boredom, and give him a chance to potentially spar with someone who can actually teach him something. God knows his father can't and he has already beaten his elder siblings. Best case scenario the two adults in the room get into a fight with each and he gets to watch the following battle. Worst case is he gets hurt, but to him it was worth the risk.

 

[Kato Hana]

What the heck was this boy's problem? He seemed to lose interest in anything to do with Saito after throwing a rock at him. It seemed as if the boy had no attention span, for he seemed to get board with anything that took more than a few seconds.

Saito stood watching the scene take place, his sword resting lightly on his shoulder. An impromptu mediation class was beginning, and despite most likely needed it to curb some of his excess energy, the stone thrower decided to watch instead. That is until the girl started to complain. Most likely the result of using new branches of her chakra network. He remembered when he first started to use more of his body than it was used to, it certainly complained at him.

He was smiling watching the impromptu class when the rock thrower decided to get into the fray and attack the instructor. He had no doubt that anyone that felt confident enough to help in a meditation class could deal with the boy. He still wanted the class to continue uninterrupted.

With a smooth motion he sheathed his sword and his fingers flashed in quick hand signs. With an almost causal flick of his fingers he redirected the gravitational forces around them to push the boy away with a Shinra Tensei jutsu, just as he was attempting to land the kick.

If the jutsu connected or not Saito would stand in a relaxed posture and address the boy. ”It is rude to interrupt someone's training session, but it is even ruder to interrupt a class. If you feel the need to be disruptive, while you are in this dojo you will point those energies at me. Leave that class alone.” His tone was that of a disapproving instructor.

On the inside he could hear Seras chiding him. ”You are wasting your time. He should be bowing to you. Simply crush the boy and move on.”

 

[Ginyama Senshiro]

Hiroshi smiled calmly at Kyoko as he reached into his pocket and extracted a small piece of milk chocolate wrapped in foil. "That feeling you just had, is your chakra at work," he then offered the candy to the young girl. "It isn't an exact science or discipline, but chocolate seems to help replenish my own stamina and chakra, so I highly recommend it for you as well."

However as he held the candy out, he heard the boy behind him accuse him of some misdeed just before attacking the man with a kick to the head. Despite being caught off-guard in a stationary position, the years of training Hiroshi had gone were enough for him to simply lean forward in time, causing the kick to whiff. Yet that was not the end of the ordeal as Saito himself started to intervene.

"Shit!" Hiroshi panicked silently as he felt gravity itself start to shift behind him where the young boy presumably stood. Wasting little time, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a single smoke bomb and slammed it straight into the ground, obscuring the area around him and the two students in a thick haze. Just as he had intended, this had the desired effect of redirecting the Genin's attack to himself, causing the powerful ninjutsu to hit him and not Ryuma. Unfortunately for Hiroshi, this sacrificial act of kindness put an immense amount of stress on every bone in his body, creating hairline fractures in each one as he repressed cries of agony into grunts.

"You should have let him have it," Unmei silently chided the man.

"If this is what happened to me, then that boy would have surely been destroyed . . . " he thought about the alternative to his own pain as the force of gravity forced him to the ground and left him gasping for a few seconds. "I hope he understands not to dismiss a blessing such as this."

As he slowly steadied his breathing and staggered to his feet, he glared down at the young boy whom he had just saved. "I suggest you listen well before you doing something even more reckless, young one," he addressed him with his arms across his chest. "You are not invincible; no one is."

He then turned towards Saito, equally upset about his peer's lack of discretion. "I appreciate the help, but please don't try to kill these kids." He chuckled weakly before doubling over. He turned to smile at the young lady who had been passive compared to the three males.

"If you'd like, we can continue these lessons another time, but I need to rest for a bit," he confessed before he started to walk with a slight limp out of the Dojo, eager to find peace elsewhere.

[Topic Left unless Stopped]

[MFT]

 

[Nataya Ryuma]

Ryuma's attack on the man standing before the young girl was easily dodged as the older man leaned forward. His foot barely flying over the older mans head, as he noticed the older man drop a smoke bomb on the ground. It was mere seconds before the area surrounding the three people was covered in a thick haze. Though it was even quicker to disperse as a forced unknown to Ryuma slammed the older man into the wall. This force was strong enough to disperse the smoke from the area leaving an Injured man and two kids standing in the aftermath.

As the smoke vanished a smirk rose on Ryuma's face. Any normal child would be afraid of what happened here before them. An adult had attempted to attack them with a force strong enough to launch a grown man into a wall and injure him, but he wasn't like most children. He felt no fear for the events that occurred before him. Rather, he was excited the bored look in his eyes had left as they seemed to spring to life with the events occurring in front of him. His attention was now focused solely on the man with the large sword that stood before him. The older man now in the back of his and out of his focus was speaking to him, but his words were not heard. All the boy could think about was the power this man with the sword had, and how much he wanted to see more of it.

Ryuma's not move happened instantly as he stepped forward bowing and accepting the man with swords challenge. Though he knew he barely stood a chance against someone as powerful as this man. If he could learn from fighting him it would be a worthwhile time. After all, he had already gotten what he wanted once, and that was for the two older men to fight each other, and now that he had seen the power of one of them he was awakened. He wanted to see more of this power, and to have some proper training.

After his small bow he readied himself and got into a defensive stance. Showing he was combat ready should the man with the bigger sword want to keep his words. Ryuma's eyes never wavered as he stood there waiting for the man to respond.

 

[Kato Hana]

Perhaps it was the chiding from the man that took his slight push of gravity but as the man walked out, there was a slight change in recognition in Saito’s eyes as Seras pushed her way to the front.

Free of her bonds she had been working quite a while becoming the dominant personality. It seemed like such a shame to let this be the excuse she could come out but she was not going to waste it.

She looked down at the sword in her hands in disgust and sheathed it. She was not one to wield such crude instruments. She was a master of the exsuite arts of ninjutsu and it was time to show this whelp why he should be truly bowing down before her.

Sheathing the blade she began to raise up off the ground manipulating the gravity to do so. As if the ground were not worthy enough to touch her feet.

”It is good that you finally have bowed to me, but it seems that a lesson is in order so that you will not hesitate to bow before your goddess.” the speech patterns had changed coming out of his mouth then only a few moments ago, though he had not spoken very much it was still noticeable.

With a flick of her hand she imbued the shadows themselves to come alive and choke the life out of the boy.

Or that was what she had intended but nothing happened. ”Oh it seems that is locked away into my other body.” she mused to herself, then an evil smile cross her mouth. ”Well if my shadows won’t work with this body, then I will just have to let you feel the burn” Her hands flashed in quick hands signs and liquid sprayed towards the boy with a Lactic Build Up Jutsu.

 

[Kioku Kasure]

"Come on I feel like we've been asleep for YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAARS"
"I get your point Satto but that's exaggerating."

The pair of twins rounded the corner. As they passed by another man they noted his injury, and increased their pace just a little. They both stood a little under six foot and were identical other than their eyes differed in colour. The first had deep blue, with odd rings, like a stone had been dropped in a pond. The second has eyes of a deep purple with similar markings. Their clothes were simple shirts and loose trousers in the same colour as their eyes.

"I saw you Kaz, you were dustier than a library, than several libraries if i'm honest."
"I cannot deny we slept a long time. But I doubt you have ever been in one library, let alone several."
"Ouch, I deserved that but that one stung like- ACID."

They moved in unison, even without Kaz seemingly noticing the acid he move towards it, he sprinted towards the kneeling student grabbing her and moving her out of the way even as the blue haired genin started to do the same for the other, but at the last second he stopped, jumped away and let the student deal with it. Lets see how you deal with this level of chaos you've inflicted. The purple haired genin took in the situation at another glance. Still advanced element usage against a kid seems a little extreme... Glancing at the girl he smiled.

"You might learn something too while you're here. But then I think you already have" He passed her a chocolate bar.

MFT [277]

 

[Nataya Ryuma]

Standing in his stance ready to meet blows with the man standing there holding the sword. He noticed a change within the man, something deep within him changed. Most notably seen within the eyes, but even his stance changed. Sheathing the sword his body began to float into the air as he spoke, but the voice wasn't the same as before. Focusing even more on the words coming from the mans mouth, back up a bit unsure of what exactly was happening before him. Though he was never one to show fear, the confusion of the situation made it so he desired more time to figure out what was happening, but he realized that wasn't going to happen as the woman launch a jutsu in his directions. A jutsu that he had never seen, and though it looked like water was coming towards him. He assumed it had to be something different.

Mentally he had the battle strategy in place. Enacting it would prove to be the hard part, though he was prepared he launched himself toward the man and the stream flowing towards him. Just as the stream was about to touch him, he use the most basic of ninja skills body switch jutsu to replace his body with a collection of rocks he was holding in his hand before running towards the wall that faced the floating man's back. </COLOR>"One, two, three."<i></i> Three steps up and hard push launched him from the wall and toward the man floating in the middle of the room. Luckily for Ryuma they had decided to fight in an enclosed area or the floating would have been a much harder issue to deal with.

As his body flew toward the floating man he readied his fist. His aim was to punch the man square in the chin, but as he got closer to the man he felt something strange going on inside his body. His arm became tight and difficult to move, locking itself in the drawn back position and not budging, or when it did move it took all of Ryuma's willpower to get it to do so. This sudden change in his body cause him to whiff his punch and just fly through the air past the floating man. Making a very ungracefull landing on the hard stone floor of the dojo. Though tore up with scratches and bruises it feel as though anything was severely damaged. Having been put through a fair amount of beatings in his life already he knew what broken limbs felt like, and though he wasn't feeling that he was feeling something else. His entire body seemed locked up, as he curled face down on the floor. Appearing to be in a begging or bowing position, he found it hard for himself to move at all.

Then he noticed on his ankle he had a small burn mark, this mark must have come from the water like jutsu that man had launched at him earlier. Though he was concerned he found it hard to move, anger rose in the young lad as he lay there helpless before this man. The jutsu that got him wasn't even as impressive as the previous jutsu, and yet here he was screwed on the ground hardly able to move. <COLOR color="#0000FF">"WHAT DID YOU DO!?!!?!" He would scream out in rage, his face now riff with the anger that coursed through his body, but even in his anger his body barely responded.

 

[Kato Hana]

Seras watched as the two newcomers walked into the dojo. She barely gave them any notice, for they were, at this point in time, beneath her notice. For now she was looking down at her lap puppy. He still had some training to be done but at least he had assumed the correct position.

She floated over to him in his bowing position, turned and sat down, using him as a chair, crossing her legs. Looking down at him. ”You may quit your mewling, Puppy it is undignified.” The fact that she was using him as a stool while saying his cries of pain and ignition were undignified, was completely lost on her.

Looking around the dojo she finally took proper notice of the newcomers. ”aahhh new supplicants. Well I was not expecting to take on new worshiper today but, I am if nothing else a benevolent goddess. I shall allow you to begin your adoring worship of me. ” As she said this she let her White Blessing wash over the group, helping to sooth and pacify their emotions.

Though some might think she was joking, or taking an acting part over the top there was a sincerity in her voice that told anyone that listened that she was sincere in her words.

Looking down at the boy she was using as a stool, she swatted at him. ”Stop squirming so much Puppy, you are making my chair not as comfortable. ”

MFT

 

[Nataya Ryuma]

Despite that his current condition put him in a situation in which he was being used as a chair. Nothing had changed for Ryuma, even with the added weight from the man. His body was still cramped and achy, and he still wasn't sure why. To even lay flat seemed nearly impossible. The pain wasn't unbearable, but the situation itself was. To be used a chair was angering to Ryuma. This man even if he was strong didn't have a right to use Ryuma in whatever way he wanted, but then again this man apparently didn't see himself as a man, but rather a goddess. When the man mentioned this concept Ryuma tried his best not to burst into laughter. His body may be stiff but his tongue and mouth was working fine.

The delusional statement was then followed by a statement about how she was accepting followers. This only lead to a greater strain on Ryuma's willpower to not laugh at the man sitting on him but it was of not luck. "A goddess, with no followers." With a snide smirk and slight chuckles the comment slipped from his mouth. Then the man started swatting at him telling him to stop squirming so much as it made sitting on him uncomfortable. This brought him back to his anger and he snarled as he tried to stretch out and lay flat, but alas he still was unable to complete even that simple task.

"Those guys are bigger go sit on them. They'll definitely be more comfortable, my Goddess." Ryuma spoke before bursting into laughter at his last comment. The laughter was so great that he manage to flatten himself out. He was no longer stuck in an almost bowing position but rather was just a flat body on the ground.

 

[Kioku Kasure]

"Sorry but we have issues with organised religion" Satto smiled and sat on the floor. "And don't get me wrong, that student needs to be taught some form of respect,but if you take it too far I will have to stop you." He pulled a small satsuma out of his pocket and began nonchalantly peeling it. "And I can tell you're quite powerful, but you don't scare me even half as much as the owner of the building, so I would warn you not to go trying to start a fight which will get out of hand." The teen didn't look like he was backing down, but it did seem like he wasn't interested in pressing the issue. His twin moved to be seated close to the so called deity, being careful as he did so to give no direct line of sight between them and the other academy student. "Excuse my brother, he is very direct about these things. I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Kaz, he's Satto, and you are?"

As the academy student made his position worse, Satto placed his a hand to his head and sighed. "Wow you really don't know when to stop do you?" Leaving a slight pause he continued. "Try and at least get out of the situation you're in before trying to cause another fight. Or at least be in a condition to dodge." Seemingly out of nowhere a whip of water appeared in his hand and lazily made its way towards the student. "You're lucky I'm nice." If it impacted, Ryuma would find his wounds healed, but the stiffness remained. "Well, nice-ish. You're still going to have to get yourself out of that one."

[293] [MFT]

 

[Kato Hana]

Her chair seemed to be failing at its job. She sighed as she used her manipulation of gravity to push off of him and stand. It was an effect of standing without any use of her muscles. She looked down upon him and scoffed.

”Your words are right but your tone needs work. We will have to work on your training later”

She looked at the twins slowly walking around. Her walk was not one would expect from the body. A body that looked like it spent most of its time in the dojo, normally did not have a walk that looked like it was mastered by a geisha working to get someone’s attention.

”What makes you think I care about organized religion.” Looking down to the Puppy ”And I never said I didn’t have followers” She looked back to the twins.

”Organized religion, is far to…. Organized for my taste. Worshipers are great as is power but I prefer a little chaos in my organization.”

Looking down at the Puppy, ”Now the question becomes how do I start with your training? If I start with to much your body will likely not be able to handle it” She pondered, seemly ignoring the twins and their comment of the owner of the dojo being scary. Such things were beneath her, despite having Saito screaming at her inside her head. She had him locked away tight for now and was not going to let him spoil her fun.

{MFT]

 

[Nataya Ryuma]

Stuck still in a laying position as the healing waters from one of the twins that had appeared before them aided his wound but not the sickness inside. The boy was forced to listen to the babbling of this mad man and these twins. On one hand you have a crazed man claiming to be a goddess and acting all high and mighty and on the other you have a set of twins who feign strength under the guise of someone else. That someone else who isn't even present at the time of this conversation or meeting. This same twin whom claimed power under another's name came to chastise Ryuma for his mockery of the mad man.

Though these words feel on deaf ears, as the boy had at least defended himself with his own power, and wasn't using the name of another to add to his strength. In fact the mere fact that this twin had the gull to try and chastise him made him angry. While he may have lost his fight to "The Goddess" he at least stood on his own two feet and with his own power, and without trying to use the almighty power of another as a scapegoat. Ryuma's eyes went blank as his mind was filled with rage at the twins, but he was still hardly able to move due to his predicament. Though the wound was healed which aided in the stopping spread of the poison and his leg was feeling better.

"Oh no...., Goddess....., it would seem..... these boys..... healed me." Ryuma stuttered out as he slowly pulled himself to his feet. "Without your permission. That........ that's bad." A few coughs escaped his mouth as he perched himself on the wall in a way that made it appear as though he was standing there nonchalantly. "Acting without your say so, Goddess, should be punished." His voice was cold and soulless as he spoke, yet somehow appeared genuine as well.