Naruto NG is based thirty years after the fourth great shinobi war. We take our role as a member of the next generation. Shifting the tide of the world in different directions with our actions. Good or Evil.
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Post by Rothailithin on Apr 30, 2012 20:49:49 GMT -5
Romaji reached out at Rikuto's blade. Relax. if he wanted to harm us, he wouldn't have let us know of his presence. Romaji Looked into Rikuto's eyes, as if telling him that he shouldn't do this. He wished not to agitate the new arrival, since he would become their next teammate. He looked behind him to see if Orochi was ready to take care of the situation. He did not want conflict to arise, so he took charge and tried to keep the peace. Aside from putting a stain on his team's reputation, he also wanted to have his two teammates to get along so that they could me more successful ninja.
The sweet musk of cigarettes filled the pillowy air around the jonin, and it awoke the nettled thought at the back of his mind - the last cigarette he had enjoyed was a night ago. For a moment, Orochi believed that his own mind was presenting him with an illusion, until he sensed another shinobi a little ways behind the group. His honey-coloured eyes narrowed as the jonin pivoted to the new arrival, his hand clasped on the hilt of his katana... "Matsukata, Kiryuu. I shall be part of this team from henceforth. I apologize for my absence during the mission. It won't happen again." A surprisingly mature voice from a small-bodied youth rang through the silence. Surprise flashed briefly through the jonin, before ebbing into weary acceptance. What a dramatic kid. His hand fell off from the shaft of his sleek sword and into a pocket. A sigh fell from his lips, and he passed his tongue across them before murmuring in baritone, "Ihara, Orochi." The jonin was about to continue when Rikuto unexpectedly lashed his stout sword swiftly and held it ominiously against the new arrival's unprotected gullet. "Explain Yourself." Orochi hissed, his voice edged with threat as he wasted no time in barbed scolding. "None of that, Rikuto. Romaji is correct." He sent a sharp, clinical glare at the genin, and within a fraction of a heartbeat the jonin was directly beside Rikuto with the apprentice's blade within his cold fingers. The severe jonin gave a sharp, painful jab with the blunt end of the tanto's hilt against the fissure between two of the genin's ribs before it was returned. The genin was correct in being wary, although he needn't show his suspicions.
"The mission is finished, but we're starting long-range technique training tomorrow morning at 10. In the training fields." The jonin let his tawny eyes rest on Kiryuu again, tilting his head slightly up. He hadn't apologized for the genin's behaviour - of course not. Orochi was a conceit, even to a child. His ironic sense of humor peaked through the facade over his subdued voice, "Meanwhile... make friends with your new teammates." Orochi knew it automatically - the boy was a jinchuuriki. Definitely not the final member that would bring a balance to the team, as Orochi had imagined only moments ago. Why he had been chosen to join this group, the jonin was unsure. He had a faint idea though.
Last Edit: Apr 30, 2012 21:11:05 GMT -5 by vanessa ☯
The jab caught, Rikuto off guard. Though his team wasn't wrong for responding to Rikuto's blunt statement. As Rikuto bent over he just noticed that he was a whole foot taller than their new teammate. Even with him curling over his side from the jab, he could still see behind the genin. Rikuto grunted from the pain of the jab and simply turned away from the new member. He chewed on his cheek, grunting to himself as he walked in front of the rest of the team. Not even Rikuto knew what it was, but something just ticked him off about Kiryuu.
A Genin had acted rather perplexed by his sudden appearance, which then he proceeded to look at him; introducing himself as Romaji while doing so; Romaji... what an odd name. The Jounin had introduced himself as well, simply stating his name as Ihara, Orochi. Though, while he had been thinking about the possible origins of Romaji's name... he had been interrupted by the other Genin. With a blade pointed to his chin, the other Genin had ordered him to explain himself. He looked at him rather apathetically, as if to say that he doesn't care if he died right there and then; or perhaps it could be confused with confidence that nothing would happen, that Orochi would stop the problem before anything happens. Romaji had attempted to calm him down, though Orochi had shortly forced him to stop by using a more physical approach to the situation; learning his name to be Rikuto. Rikuto had walked to the front of the team, seemingly trying to get away from Kiryuu. It seemed as if he was disliked.
Kiryuu was disappointed with himself, he had tried to be liked by his team-mates though failed to do so by one; at the least he thought the other two didn't hate him. The Rokubi had of course commented at it, saying how it was obvious that they were going to hate him. Immediately after hearing the comment, his neutral facial expression had changed into a scowl of anger; practically at the same time when Orochi had told him to make friends with the other two. This would probably make the others believe that he doesn't want to do so... despite it being true. As a result of his emotions from going awry with anger, he had 'discharged' as a result. Greatly intensifying the static-like field, harmless but it would most likely irritate the others. Except for maybe Rikuto as he may be too far away from his range. Kiryuu had crackled, blue and white coloured electricity had emerged from his body.
Though after the electrical discharged had dissipated, his facial expression reverted back to his usual one; devoid of emotion, apathetic. Neutral. He chose to ignore what he had done, not exactly keen on apologizing even more. He never liked apologizing, especially when he didn't feel the need to do so. He looked over toward Rikuto seemingly glaring at him, as if he were still upset from what had previously happened. His eyes had grown wide, as if he had found something interesting. The eyes seemed to belong to that of a mad scientist of sorts. His lips had even arched enough to cause him to smile, though... that wasn't good as one may think. The Rokubi had instilled the image of killing Rikuto, violently. His fingers twitched as the thought consumed him, as they violently jerked they cracked while doing so. Reality shortly came back to him, closing his eyes and stopping his fingers from moving like so. No doubt they would wonder what the hell happened to him there and then.
Post by Rothailithin on May 1, 2012 20:54:24 GMT -5
Romaji watched this sudden change of emotion and wondered if his new teammate suffered from mental illness. He did not wish this was true, but realized that if this was so that he would have someone to sympathize with. It entertained him that the mutual misery of two people would bring friendship, one of the pleasures of life. He then saw that there was something below that apathetic face of his, something with great power. While it did not frighten Romaji, it did intrigue him. He wondered what it is that his new teammate had hidden away. There was something that was certain; Rikuto and Kiryuu were going to have problems getting along.
Murderous surmise rioted through the air like malaria, as pale electricity coursed through Kiryuu's skin from the small disruption. Despite how the hook between Rikuto's ribs had been enough to disarm the reckless boy, Kiryuu seemed to seed the beginning of a bitterness. As a jonin, expected to be wise and responsible, he would need to break this beginning grudge. (What a nuisance.) And regardless of how Orochi's suspicious were only a surmise, based only on assumption and observation of the past minute, he knew that it never paid to take chances in this country. Especially with strangers. The small-bodied genin's complexion had darkened and crumpled after the jonin's ironic comment - that was enough for Orochi to know where borderlines needed to be set. Like a fence that would keep safely within it's perimeters. Rikuto was occupied in his own pain, and Romaji was merely curious. Another ripple of uncertainty rippled through the body of the genin, his fingers jerking like the legs of a spider. The six-tails. His face then quickly rearranged into a rigid, emotionless affront. The boy was closed off to emotions, and it was hard to predict what was stewing within his skull.
Orochi let the heavy body of the avagrah fall off his broad shoulders, and passed the dead serpent to Romaji. "My bad - It's almost night - you won't have time to have a more intimate conversation with Kiryuu. You'll need to reach home soon by protocol. Have Rikuto help you carry the snake back to your home. Remember to arrive for training tomorrow." He silently willed the apprentice to not fight against the jonin's commands. "I'll need to use the time before nightfall to have the traditional small-talk on dreams and destiny with our new recruit before we go back, too." Once again, his sardonic sense of humour flickered, but his amber eyes were commanding.
Last Edit: May 4, 2012 22:15:15 GMT -5 by vanessa ☯
Post by Rothailithin on May 5, 2012 9:33:20 GMT -5
Romaji grabbed the head of the beast and tossed it over his right shoulder. he was waiting for Rikuto to do the same. He looked into The avagrah's eyes and saw that same look of fear and pain. He quickly turned his head, and tried to hide his emotions. He waited for Rikuto to grab the other side so that they could get going.
Rikuto, now back into motion after the blow, grabbed the tail of the beast. It was scarred with the slashes that Rikuto and Romaji did on it. He didn't feel the electrical surge, but he felt as though he knew what was going to happen with Orochi and Kiryuu. Orochi was a stern teacher and his sarcasm would someday get the best of him. Though Orochi was strong, and would be his mentor for many years to come. I would need to learn more about him personally to relate.
Post by Rothailithin on May 5, 2012 11:39:55 GMT -5
Romaji then began walking and headed for the village. He had his hands on the Avagrah's skull, trying to get a sense of its structure. He then moved his hands a bit further back down its spine, feeling for any differences or similarities with the human skeleton. It had several vertebrae like him, and its skull was made to protect its brain like us, but he could tell the inside of its head was particularly hollow, which indicated it wasn't very intelligent; a creature of instinct, not of logic. He readjusted the Avagrah on his shoulder again because it was slipping off, and continued to walk.
Kiryuu had continued to keep his eyes closed, another one of his numerous social habits; it was as if he believed that if his eyes are closed, the unfavourable situation didn't exist. Darkness. Silence. Nothingness. Kiryuu had always felt great comfort within those confounds. The words, the stares, the judgements... he feared it all. It was truly ironic. In the face of whatever danger, he keeps his cool... but socially... that was another story. "Perhaps death would be the solution... though I wouldn't allow you to do so." The Rokubi spoke once more, filling his mind with negative thoughts. As a result, he winced his eyes in real time. Its harsh words did not stop there. Kiryuu had told it to stop numerous times, though with every word his emotions had intensified and eventually told it to shut up without end. In the end, laughter was all that echoed in his poor miserable mind.
Orochi's voice had brought Kiryuu back to reality, his eyes opened simultaneously. He watched as he had given the dead serpent to the other two Genin, slightly hoping that the serpent would spring back to life; he felt as if a distraction would be favourable to him. He told them to go home before dusk had settled, and to report for training in the morning... though he wanted a chat with Kiryuu. Kiryuu muttered under his breath, thinking that he had already botched things up with the team and that he would go to a new one already. One day. ONE SINGLE DAY. And it was over already... damn it. The Mizukage won't let him hear the end of it now. He often liked it when people used a sarcastic manner of speech as Orochi did. But... he didn't like where this was going. Though perhaps he could apologize... or reprimand for his actions. Despite whether the two had already left or not, he spoke out to Orochi after he had given a sigh; looking straight at his eyes before continuing.
"What is it...?" A sigh fell from the genin's lips as though he expected a scolding. He had just resurfaced after several moments of squeezing his eyes shut, as though he wished to be enveloped in the pale colours and darkness that swam before your eyes while closed tightly. A torrent of violent emotions was whirling within the boy, Orochi knew while he studied his new apprentice. Orochi was quick to sort out any ambiguity. "Nothing." He replied firmly, returning the gaze back into Kiryuu's own eyes. The boy was probably tired dull of apologizing for things he had done, the person he was, and the things he couldn't be. Yet, Rikuto himself hadn't apologized for his own insensitive aggression. That's the way boys are. There was no point in saying something as tackless as "You're the six-tails, and the Mizukage probably slotted you with us to straighten out my own weaknesses." It was true, while Orochi was extremely straightfoward and committed, he owned a tendency to be intolerant and indifferent to the emotions of others. Now he was forced to be less critical and consciously aware of the feelings of his students. "Just stand up for yourself. You've been bothered with what people have thought of you, I expect, for all your life." His words weren't a command or an order, but they showed a direction to a healthier way of life. "Too much obstruction causes passive aggression. You were just victimized by a person who hardly knew who you were - is it because you think that you deserved it?" It was coming slowly to the indifferent jonin - how the lack of parental support could lead to poor self-image and anxiety. Mind games on human psychology, the jonin didn't particularly enjoy diving his mind into these things. And it was strange, the jonin wasn't used to handing advice to others unless he was harshly correcting their inefficiencies.
Rikuto listened on everything his sensei and the new member were saying. Though he kept forward at Romaji. He studied the Sea Serpent with lust. Rikuto just kept walking with the beast. He had more that he wanted to do today. Romaji would be off studying and Rikuto wanted to hone his sword skills, but the biggest thing that he wanted to do: fight Kiryuu.
Kiryuu had felt a small wave of relief running through his small body when he had heard the word 'nothing'. Instantaneously, he had relaxed his muscles throughout his body. It had meant that he didn't screw things up; at least not yet anyway. Though it also meant... that he could be part of something normal; however short it may be. He had always wanted to be like every other person, to have an actual family... friends... dreams... love... just normal stuff. Being part of a team helped him feel as if he belonged, that he wasn't just a waste of skin or something like that. Even when the people in the team didn't treat him any different than they did before, it was one more step forward. One more step... into what...? When he had achieved a sense of 'normalcy' among the villagers, what then? Will he truly be happy? Or will life seem the same as it always did...? Questions plagued his mind about his actual goals in this life of his.
He had refocused back to reality after Orochi had talked once more, offering him advice. His words held some truth, he does regard himself as an passive aggressive person... even when he strives to be as neutral as he can. Though of course... with that being said... he felt anger towards the individual before him. Who was he to tell how one should live, how can he even think that he understands?! Even if his face remained expressionless as it usually did, one look into his eyes and you'll see the intensity of his anger. A slight squint in the eyes, glaring, a touch of anger, and his abnormal bloodlust, would undoubtedly show how fierce his gaze truly is. Keeping that expression, he had retorted to Orochi's earlier speech.
"Who are you to tell me how this life of mine is used?! How can you even think, no, fathom that you understand my own problems?! I am not a person, I am a shinobi! I am only meant to be used and discarded as a weapon, I am to abide to orders, not sympathized with!
After each and every sentence, Kiryuu had yelled out louder then he had done for the one before. After he had finished, he had bared his teeth to Orochi. Gritting them out of pure rage, making a tisking sound with his tongue before he had looked away from Orochi. His body was tense, his heartbeat resonated loudly through his mind, his throat felt as if it was being sealed off... preventing him from saying anything else. The Rokubi was of course chuckling at his outburst, it always loved seeing Kiryuu being consumed by rage. Kiryuu however didn't retort to the laughter, his entire anger was only directed to the person before him. Whether Rikuto or Romaji heard of his outburst is unknown to him.
"Who are you to tell me how this life of mine is used?! How can you even think, no, fathom that you understand my own problems?! I am not a person, I am a shinobi! I am only meant to be used and discarded as a weapon, I am to abide to orders, not sympathized with! " The boy kept a placid expression, although it was useless against how his voice rose fiercely after every breath. Quite the annoyance, the boy was, who took the words of others too seriously. Bold and disrespectful - believing that he was the only person in the whole world who felt pain. The jonin wanted to both chuckle and groan at the snappish reply. Just a child, nothing more. Pain doesn't make one wiser.
Orochi returned the fiery glare with narrowed, amber eyes. "And what are you doing? Saying that you were made only to acknowledge the words of others and then not follow the ones of your own jonin?" Disgust was hinted in his own tones. Maybe the child needed negative re-enforcement, much like how Orochi had jabbed the handle into Rikuto's ribs. But it would be rather blunt to do something like so at the moment - and he folded his arms together as he heaved a sigh. "At least you stood up for what you believed in there. You're on your way to being a shinobi." Orochi (and the rest of the genin team) believed in the exact opposite of what Kiryuu had bellowed - but there was nopoint in correcting the boy. He would need to learn in his own time - it was unlikely that he would listen to the jonin after what had happened. Interesting first conversation...
ooc: writer's block because of my headache -_- if you can'tthink of anything to reply to this, i'll edit this later and add more.