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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TIME SKIP | NOV 22 2013
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ooc. training thread for miki & isako. feel free to join after they introduce each other.
Miki crested the rise, gazing down that the earthen terrain below with an unreadable expression. Just a few months ago, the sultry air rioted with the choking scent of blood and the rocky floor was scattered with the still-bleeding bodies of Chinese warriors. They were gone, supposedly, but she always felt the need to cast a glance over her shoulder every now and again. The Chinese were only human as well, their families were surely howling for the blood of the shinobi who took away the precious lives of their family. Her eyes, dark like the empty spaces between stars, lifted to focus on the looming mountains ahead. Kumogakure was safe, and she found quiet relief in that.
How were her genin? Were they chuunin now? She could hardly remember their faces, Miki hadn't made the slightest effort to root a bond with them. Figures, what do you do after the people you love are gone? It felt better this way. Yet, she felt as though words of closure was needed, maybe a little "Life isn't fair, the world is cruel, at least you didn't die or run away. But it's not like anything like hell is waiting for you after death anyway.? She was always so terrible at handing out advice that wasn't based on logic and facts, but rather feelings. Miki pushed away her vaguely troublesome thoughts, shifted her weight and continued along the trail, to the end of a training ground where earth was flat. A stream of silver water ran swiftly nearby, and a foot of a short mountain stood just ahead. Ideal for chakra training.
An expression of inward concentration altered the pale contours of her face as Miki weaved her fingers into a quick succession of handseals. "Ice release, ice dome." Miki murmured, her contralto voice was smoky as it always was. Shards of ice broke through the ground beneath, slowly weaving up and fixing themselves together to form an arch of hoarfrost over her head. It was thin, she only needed to throw a fist at the nearest wall to break the jutsu. The thin ice shattered and melted tracelessly into the hard ground. It was a B ranked jutsu after all. She was proud of being a hyoton user in the midst of the lightning-using shinobi, it made her feel special in an ironic sense. But Miki wasn't here to just train, she had a new recruit to be introduced to. The jounin glanced over her shoulder again.
ooc. i just realized that she's a hyoton user with only one ice jutsu -_- TECHNIQUE: Ice Release: Ice Dome RANK: B-rank (Just a guess.) TYPE: Ninjutsu, defensive RANGE: Close DESCRIPTION: Quickly creates an ice dome around allies and the user themselves to act as a defense. It is strong enough to withstand the assault of many explosive tags at once, remaining almost undamaged.
1 out of 3 posts needed to learn.
Last Edit: Dec 2, 2012 17:34:58 GMT -5 by vanessa ☯
Isako had recived a letter from Miki and were heading towards the training ground the jounin had picked for them to meet Isako had no clue who this jounin were or why she would even want to train her she were nothing more then a genin with talents for the use of ranged weapons and speed, Isako did walk towards the training ground her long hair lose for once it were only a few inches from touching the ground her mask were infront of her mouth as she did reach the place and soon did see ice shatter and fall to the ground a little shocked she did start running towards the person she could see standing in the middle of the place
Miki sensed the arrival of soft footsteps just behind, but didn't care to make a statuesque first impression. Her fingers twisted once more into a pattern of handseals, and this time thick jagged pieces of ice lashed out from the rocky ground. They soon fitted into one another like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and overarched her head, but the walls owned an uneven distribution of thickness. One more try would have completed this jutsu, but a short figure was already standing just before her vision through the thick ice. Her concentration of chakra was broken purposely, and the glacier collapsed and melted tracelessly once more. She stood motionless, reminisce of an oil-painting, the impression around her was cooly distant.
The breaking of ice revealed a mousy genin, her newest apprentice. Miki seized a moment to size up the young girl - sturdy, hair tied up resourcefully, weaponry holsters and a raccoon by her side. The jounin didn't smile (she never did), it would have opened a faint welcome to bonding. The reserved woman had a cold sort of confidence as she spoke, "You received my letter, Isako-san." She didn't see much of a reason to converse with people when there were other, more time-wise ways to reach contact. She didn't bow or offer a handshake. Her contralto voice was austere, "My name is Miki Akira, and it will be Miki-Sensei for you. I'm your new squad leader." Her dark, pupil-less eyes were narrowed as she regarded the genin for her reaction. A weaponry user, a talented one, from the files that were granted to Miki about this new girl. A vast contrast from Miki's chakra-based jutsus and swift dodging.
TECHNIQUE: Ice Release: Ice Dome RANK: B-rank (Just a guess.) TYPE: Ninjutsu, defensive RANGE: Close DESCRIPTION: Quickly creates an ice dome around allies and the user themselves to act as a defense. It is strong enough to withstand the assault of many explosive tags at once, remaining almost undamaged.
2 out of 3 posts needed to learn.
Last Edit: Dec 2, 2012 18:16:08 GMT -5 by vanessa ☯
Isako looked at Miki and giggles cutely before going closer as she leans down for Tanuki to run up her arm and up on her shoulder as she got over to Miki and standed there only a few steps away and looked at her not quite sure what do to "i'm Isako from the Chiba clan" she said and looked at the melted water on the ground before she started petting Tanuki on the head while looking up at the Jounin Miki, " you did send word for me " she said looking around trying to find out why of all places they would be in a place like this for there first meeting
Miki liked animals. They lived by their own instincts, yet some still showed compassion to one another without having worded, self-conscious thoughts. But when it came to a choice between life or death, they chose to save their own skins. Just like real people, although they couldn't use the power of reason to annoy Miki. That's why she liked them. She normally observed this several times a day, feeding live rats to her two pet snakes for 3 even meals a day. There was something beautiful with the muscular strength of a snake's throat, snapping up and swallowing a fighting rat in just a blink of an eye.
Her liquid black eyes lowered from the raccoon and back to the apprentice. "The Chiba clan..." Her husky tone was soft, but contemplative. "Is known for its' use of extensive weaponry and flawless precision. My Clan is what was left of the scattered Yuki clan... ice jutsus. Chakra-based jutsus. You've never had a day of chakra training in your short life, have you, my bird?" The endearing pet-name hooked at the end of her rather serious question was meant in an ironic sense, a taste of humor that Miki solely owned. Pet names were meant to create a sense of comfort, but they sounded cacophonous in her moon-cold voice. The genin seemed vaguely wary, unsure of her surroundings, resorting to her little procyonid friend to feel safe. Bad, definitely bad. You should never depend on another person or thing for your safety. She believed, but her visage was still unreadable. "It was an obvious attempt for you to balance your skills, by being assigned to me." The Kumogakure jounin frowned slightly, uncaring of how cold she sounded.
Isako looked at her with a smile and giggled "I'm no bird, birds drop to the ground and never fight alone I fight alone tauki can't fight she just hate being home alone so that's why I got her a little backpack so she can carry some of my tools" isako said in a sweet yet low tone of voice, before she puts down tanuki and open her little backpack and took out 2 scrolls that isako then did show Miki one of them had a snake paintet on it and the other one a racoon.
"chakra training only training I got with chakra is weapon sealing" she said while holding out the two scrolls for Miki to see her painting
"If we were birds, I'm sure all of the self-presumptuous shinobi around here would have taken flight and left." Hell, sometimes I wonder if there's more to life than following the shinobi dogma and my loyalty to Kumogakure. Something else I'd find away from here, the world is so big and I am so small... There's always something happening somewhere, something more important... It would have been too scandalous for this level-headed jounin to speak the remainder of her wanderlust thoughts out loud. She only needed a blink to clear the thoughts ignited, revealing the dull gleam of her adult mind.
The jounin's dark eyes once again dropped to regard the two paintings. Miki herself was a painter and calligrapher during rare pieces of free time. They were impressive for a child, as well as self-evident that the young genin was probably not the type to be around friends. "The quality of your paintings would be polished with shorter, thicker brushstrokes around the subtle dark shadings. But I do like snakes." Her soot-coloured gaze rested on the genin once more, betraying her deadpan air with a spark of curious interest. But it was nice to see another person, albeit a very young one, with shared interests. Lovely, really. Yet, bonding with another person was still dangerous, Miki didn't have the need for divided loyalties. Her head was tipped to the side, her voice wasn't as bored and long-drawn as usual, "You're the type with far too much spare time on your hands, hmm? Chakra sealing is useful, but what if you need to cross a river or climb a vertical surface? And what if you require even more precision in pinpointing a location to strike an important vein in an enemy? Or creating a trap with your weaponry, perhaps with chakra strings? With chakra training, you may find your type of nature release and learn so much more, have you ever thought about how useful the body flicker technique is?" The soft look of curious interest that had previous crossed her face vanished, replaced with her unreachable and blank norm. She wondered how the apprentice would feel towards this - apprehensive towards new skills or hungry for more power? "Well? Or, we could just practice throwing senbon at targets. Improve on what you've already mastered." Miki sniffed.
Last Edit: Dec 3, 2012 22:20:39 GMT -5 by vanessa ☯
Isako looked at Miki and giggles "I already can cross a river just not as fast as most, if there is anything my weapons can hit on the other side then I can cross it, and for traps I got wire and tags to do that part, the body flicker?" she said first part smiling while packing the two scrolls down in tanuki's backpack.
" and spare time not really I'm just an artist just like weapons is my specialty if my scrolls are not paintet how am I to know what's inside?, so I paint them after what I carry in them" she said smiling for the first time in years it did feel a little weird how comfortable she felt near Miki she haven't felt like this since she got thrown out from home
Miki assumed that her new apprentice would attempt to stick to her old ways. Creating assumptions wasn't a hypocritical or wrong thing to do in Miki's mind, almost nothing in the world wasn't an assumption. She carved her hypothesises through logic - this child was filed as an independent, the scattered were more apt to stick to their traditional ways to create a sense of safety. But life is full of disappointments and Miki was soon due to happily tear apart this fallacy illusion.
"Every spare second and every little technique could mean winning or losing a battle - training to be a fully fledged shinobi asks for decent understanding in all technique category. What if you were to meet an enemy with equal comprehension of weaponry? Or worse, better comprehension?" The Kumogakure jonin suppressed a sigh, why couldn't her students come to her with previous acknowledgment that their Clan or their abilities weren't the absolute strongest in the world? She grew tired of talking, this uninhabited communication was growing weary. Miki hated small talk, so predictable and bland, and she believed that actions spoke louder than words. Despite this, the jounin allowed herself a new more primly-spoken words, "But we'll see. You're carrying quite a lot of senbon, how about you show me some of your specialty talents in precision? Try striking in every knothole of the trees facing us - dead center." The distant woman sensed that the little girl was beginning to grow attached, as she motioned at the tall trees that stood ahead with a flat palm. Miki had sure to keep her emotions guarded, but still felt vague pricklings of regret.
Isako lokkes at Miki with a smile "hit all the knotholes?, sure I can do that. I carry more then just senbons Miki but mostly senbons cause those are what I prefer they are small yet deadly" she said smiling and put her hands down into one of the holsters on each leg and pulled out four senbons with each hand before she looked over the tree to find the spots and then she closes her eyes before throwing all eight senbons at the tree's knotholes.
There were eight straight hits, perfectly and swiftly aligned in the centre of each eye. Miki didn't offer a nod of approval or any words of praise, she instead pivoted to face the genin quietly. Hitting weaponry on target wasn't a particularly difficult skill to hone, unlike succeeding in an S-ranked jutsu. She would have been impressed in seeing something like that in a fresh genin.
The woman held a slender senbon within her own fingers level to her face, previously drawn from her own holster. She held it vertically between her thumb and pointer finger, silently presenting the fact that it was only a normal senbon. She twirled it within her fingers, rolling the metal stem with an uncharacteristic sort of playfulness. "This senbon hasn't been enhanced to be aerodynamic, it holds no chakra from outside sources at the moment, it was bought for a cheap price at the dozen. It's nothing special." Her smoky voice was hardly more than a whisper as it trailed after her, leading into more silence as she lazily fixed a small amount of concentration on the senbon. It soon brightened with a pale blue aura, now enveloped in the jounin's chakra.
Miki flicked her wrist with minimal movement, and the senbon was sent running parallel to the wind. It shot through the air with much more speed than Isako's senbons did. Instead of striking neatly through the knothole of the tree that stood ahead, the senbon loudly tore through the bark and continued flight to split halfway through the tree directly behind it. "I shrouded that senbon with one of my affinities - wind. See how chakra training can improve the usefulness and efficiency of your weaponry?" Her onyx-coloured gaze followed back to the trees and the Kumogakure jounin suddenly made a strong reflexive movement with her hand. The senbon returned to her in rapid flight, wrenched from the deeply splintered wood, to lay supine on the palm of her hand. "In addition, I attached a thin chakra string. See how learning can increase your abilities? There's nothing wrong with it the unknown. You won't be cheating or betraying your taijutsu-based Clan... just improving and re-packaging some of the techniques. But I can watch you throw senbon around for the rest of the day, if you'd rather stay this way. There is very little to add onto weaponry techniques after they are mastered."
Last Edit: Dec 6, 2012 0:06:51 GMT -5 by vanessa ☯
Isako smiled. "who need strings when you can use explosive wire" she said and giggled "but it did look fun even tho I seen people crash trees at the hideout without any chakra, but you can do it even without being a weapon user, how can you teach me how to use my chakra and maybe mix it with my shots" she said looking at Miki not all that impressed but she did like the idea that someone like Miki could do that much damage, isako did know that Miki where a jounin so it seemed like cracking trees should be easy
"On the other hand; who needs wire - which holds physical weight, the need for quick fingers, and some precious spare seconds, over the weightless chakra you hold inside you? Naturally, chakra hits pan, but the string technique is simple enough to be repeated solely for countless times before you reach the limits of your energy... and who knows when you'll need it? Learning doesn't hurt." Her words were soft, but lightly prodding in question. Miki travelled a little forward, her light footsteps echoing behind her on the hard ground. The genin didn't seem particular on learning any new knowledge, which was something that Miki couldn't understand. The jounin was the type to spend all of her extra time on soaking up new information and gathering a wealth of fresh ideas. There could never, ever be enough. She didn't reply to Isako's comments on not needing chakra or weaponry for strength - that was a different subject, on building muscular power (or, at least, that's what she assumed it was about). Miki didn't feel the obligation to respond and reply to every little question, she felt this way would encourage self-influenced learning. In addition, it made the quiet jounin appear a little mysterious.
Miki stopped moving forward once she faced the nearest tree, which had Isako's senbon pierced neatly through its eye. "Chakra training isn't just about little tricks and pretty light. It follows a series of steps. Your first step is to learn to control your chakra. It's every genin's opening rite." And she weaved a single sign with her fingers - the tiger handseal. A cloud of chakra burst at her feet. The jonin stepped onto the rough bark of the tree and walked steadily along the trunk. She continued until her feet reached the underside of a branch that hung near the middle. Miki was standing upside down. "It starts with the tiger handseal. And then, the gathering of chakra to the soles of your feet with an even consistency. And then... tree walking. You'll need to keep your chakra consistent and stable, calm yet strong. But... I doubt you're listening to me. It's only chakra, right? Simple things don't need complex explainations. Now you try." There was no particular emotion on the lines of her face or any sign of dipping tones as she regarded Isako.