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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STAFF TEAM | NOV 24 2013
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TIME SKIP | NOV 22 2013
As of this date we will be having a 1 month timeskip throughout the entire RP site. If you were on a mission that mission will be completed and you will be rewarded for your actions acordingly. If anything major is to happen to one of your characters please request the change to a staff through PM.
Katsui had shoved his right-hand back into his clay pouch, grinning widely as the explosions had settled, revealing Eita to be rolling across the ground. Katsui, overestimating would slow his pace down of his hand chewing the clay - until seeing him dive upward and ready for more.
Stopping in his tracks, Katsui would quickly leap backward seeing Eita's intentions, beginning to do this, again, again and again, up rocks and attempting to find higher, more advantageous ground for the fight at hand, his hand chewing all while he had been doing this. "Learn when to stay down!"
"Learn when to not blow everything up!" Eita leaped at Katsui, continuing at him. He wanted to take the boy down. To grab his at the waist and pin him to the ground was the goal. So Eita continued to charge in for the tackle. Watching though, he kept an eye on his hands, ready for another set of clay minions to be thrown at him. If he could keep the fight close though, the explosions would be a suicide move. So Eita tried to lesson the distance they had between each other the best he could, of course still trying to land the tackle.
Katsui knew full well that close combat was a great weakness to him, and if he had to dodge and run, it was his only option. Katsui would continue molding the clay, doing so in his second hand now as he quickly looked to the tree he was in earlier. With haste, he changed his direction, landing against a boulder then leaping as quickly and powerfully as possible to launch himself up along the mountain side, aiming to throw himself into the tree.
Hitting through the barrier of leaves, concealing himself immediately, he quickly threw his hands together, in a quick manner of creating his jutsu, both hands spewing out the clay. From here, moments passed and Katsui was thrown outside of the tree once more, the opposite side, spinning around, he floated down the other side of the mound of rock, from falling, he was now in a vulnerable position.
"Don't run! There's no hiding!" Eita dove into the tree after Katsui, but instead of going out of the tree normally he went to the very top of the leaf line. From there he scanned the area for where Katsui would be. Taking the precious moment to examine all that was around, and the terrain he had to face. Seeing him now on an open spot, he leaped in at full force with chakra coming from his feet to try and drill Katsui with a headbutt. Eyes still focusing on where clay was going.
Katsui had been hidden in silence, just as Eita had said, though literally nearly losing himself as he dived into the tree. Holding still, glad he didn't take the same direction. Eita had found himself narrowly avoiding discovering Katsui's plan, but hadn't fortunately.
Eita, having come flying down with pure momentum and strength behind his headbutt, would come crashing down to a grinning Katsui. Eita would find himself, on headbutting Katsui, the softness of him--.. The softness? The head of the Senju would crash through the white, until it locked around his skin, the evident clay clone, switching in the tree after his jutsu, for this plan, latching onto Eita and in the background, all that was heard was the word "Katsu!"
"Aw.. Shit.." Eita let out as he realized he was surrounded in clay. Fighting his way out he would tear at the white stuff, pulling it away from his body. Though it was to late, the explosion occurred, and Eita was caught right in it. Being blasted up into the air, and landing down on his back, a dirty lightly burnt Eita laid on the ground looking at the clouds. "Heh.. Guess you won.." He tried to laugh out lightly but instead let out an 'ow'. His durable -Uzumaki- body was able to handle the Genin's blast to an extent, but not fully.
Katsui would stare down from the mound of the boulders, his eyes narrowed at the -Senju-, before he hopped from one rock to another, "Y'got courage, but courage ain't what keeps you alive in a fight. If you're going to be on missions with me, and survive the exams - you gotta use your brain as well as your guts." Katsui would be against letting him know he knew exactly how to put pressure onto Katsui, only his last-minute plan actually won him this, but he'd wait for another time to tell him, maybe.
Eita stayed on the ground, not moving much. "I need to get some jutsu.. Can't rely on my fearless abilities to save me, hah." He knew that it was time to up his arsenal, but it was also time to lay down and let his body heal. There was no point in pushing himself when he was hurt. So the clouds were just the site he had to watch for a while.
Katsui would eventually have made his way to Eita's side, holding close beside the boy he'd look up to the slow-moving clouds, not a sight which suited the hot headed Shinobi, himself. "Eh.. Probably worth it, if it suits your fighting style... But, my clone is usually lethal - for some reason not enough chakra was in it." Katsui would look to his side, a narrowed expression about him as he forced his rump back to sit on a rock, or just the bare floor after their recent spar.
It was in fact that his -Uzumaki- body made him much stronger and durable than a normal shinobi. He could take a hit better than someone. So this blast just caused bodily burns, and ripped clothes. That and how he couldn't really move right now. "Well now we know what you gotta work on, hah." Eita got out with another 'Ow', talking being something that stressed his chest, and caused him to feel some pain.
Katsui's eyes would suddenly narrow, trying to make a subtle manner of why he wasn't dead - him being lenient toward the Uzumaki. Jumping up onto his feet he crossed his arms, "I ain't gotta work on anything.. My style is perfect, my art is a beauty, an' my missions aren't coming fast enough 'cause of loud mouths like you!" Katsui would burst a bit, not liking 'disrespect' to his ability, or so he felt.
"Well then, master artist, what shall I work on? Where do you see my areas of improvement?" Eita went on to say from the ground, his eyes still fixed on the sky above. He only could see the clouds, and thats all he wanted to see right now. The puff-balls of white filling the sky above. Though some seemed grey. A storm a-coming?
"Eh.. Y'gonna need to find something that suits you, suits y'style of fighting.. I'd not be able fight without my art, an' you'd not be able to fight without ya' mouth.. Something that ain't answered for you, but comes naturally." Katsui would give him a few words of advice, not before leaning over the front of the lay down Uzumaki. Staring down at the carefree boy, blocking his view of the clouds with his quite stubborn expression and locks of thick blonde hair.
"Hey I was--" Eita stopped and thought for a moment of what he wanted to do, and how exactly he could do it. "Medicine! I want to study medical jutsu!" He went on in a little rant knowing exactly what he could do with this. "I can easily bum rush things, then be like oh a scratch, healing time!"
"Medical..." Katsui stared down at him from blocking his view of the clouds, he'd spin on his heel, walking a few steps away from Eita, "What the biggest load of.. Rubbish, I've heard from someone, Uzumaki-chan - An I heard the Uzumaki used to be great - the only help a Medical Shinobi would be is healing yourself after I blow your ass up a few times!" He would shout, obviously not a fan of support Jutsu, as an all-offensive fighter he was.