Long time No see ; Lifetime of trouble is behind us [Private - Saruno, Minoichi Meeting]

Minoichi calmly walked outside the gates, fully packed with gear incase a rough tried to attack him. Eying the Chuunin Guards, he walked quietly to the place where he always "Hung out", the exact place where he last saw his long and distant uncle, Saruno Kazura. He always stood there for a few minutes, waiting to see if the uncle he hadn't seen for a good 3 years would come back to say hello, but no, he never did. He went there daily, and once or twice he saw a shadow, but it was either a rouge ninja or a lost traveler.

He stood there, where he'd made himself a little "Camp", and sat down on the ground. He brought an axe, to make timber, and that's what he did. He set out and cut down a tree, and brought back a good amount of logs. He placed them in proper arrangement, then quietly and quickly performed the handsigns to Endan • Fireball, to set the wood on fire.

He turned around, and saw a shadow. He readied Chalor, prepared for a rough ninja, seeing as it was brandishing a sword.

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Name: Endan - Fireball
Rank: C
Type: Attack
Element: Fire - Katon
Description: Katon • Endan is a Ninjutsu technique utilizing the Fire Element. This jutsu allows Jiraiya to emit a jet of fire from his mouth. While not stated, this is probably the same or a similar jutsu to the one Jiraiya uses in conjunction with Gamebunta to do Gamayu Endan.
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A strike of lightning began to bore around the entirety of the earth around the camp, clouds forming into the area with a bit of ease. It was a storm brewing in on the campfire, a small dreading aura sliding through the openness of the area. Rain poured through the trees and onto the camping area as a shady figure began to stagger and move towards the area, his feet staggering from exhaustion and pain, his left palm over his right shoulder, holding in a bit of a blood flow from it. Yuui was strapped onto his back as usual, locked in place like it was always, yet there was a small flow of trickling blood from it's guard and grip, his hands also being of such.

Seeing a distant, almost familiar figure in the distance, he let out a small, dark grunt of words, "M-minoichi..?" he said within just a small voice, his eyes flickering from dark to light until it adjusted to the dying flame of the campfire. The rain poured down like a waterfall as lightning struck through the area, hitting against a tree behind him, but missed by a few meters. Leaves burst into a flurry as it quickly shaded over his body, darkening his presence almost a little.

Minoichi took a step back, breath taken, and lowered his sword. "Good to see you again, Master Saruno." He watched the fire go out, and quickly reacted. "Hey, mind not putting out my fire? I don't get to make it that much.. Most of the woods gone by the time I get out here" He smiled and walked forward. "Yuui, of course, you dumb, dumb witch blade." He eyed it and turned around. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead, Saruno! Why didn't you send me a letter or message by ninja or something? I know you have your amount of followers" He smiled and turned, "No doubt you can't stay here that long, or the Hokage will have not only your head, but mine also" He turned back around quickly, and gathered his stuff. "Hokage need not know i'm gone, Saruno. I'd be more than happy to travel with you"

He grabbed Chalor from the ground and put it in the sheathe that stood tall on his back. "What do you say, Saruno? Need a partner?" He smiled.

(OOC: The topic fails to provide any distinctions about whether or not it is closed or private, and in that absence it is assumed to be open. I've also been informed that its against the site rules to change it now that the status might become a problem. So enjoy my company or don't, i'm here )

“Touching…” A deep voice spoke out from within the trees, the stormy weather remaining and the wind picking up to increase natures show of strength on this day, or night as it may have been, Iron had little need for time when he was so pleased. A thunder clap with as he spoke, masking the location. Two well placed victims, and so close to the village too, he could drag them off and use them as a reason to seek an audience. It was more impressive to bring in a work resume when you were looking for employment, so it would be equally as beneficial in a case when the work in question was a good deal more gruesome.

Iron was eying the weapons in their possession, and the fact that they had both mentioned a blade made it easier for him to find what he might’ve mistaken for part of their form in the rain. Oh well, they were as hindered as he was when it came to sight, but Iron could easily change his eyes into a more suiting visionary style, mantid eyes wouldn’t be stopped by a little storm. Still, the rain was an annoyance, and he’d like to be rid of it but he didn’t feel like wasting the chakra to do so would be necessary. Then again, Z wouldn’t be able to use his Raiton jutsu without harming Iron, so it would be better to correct the weather, or at least contain it.

With his talons dug into a tree branch hanging out above them, though far enough above that the rain hid him from sight, Iron formulated how best to kill them without damaging their bodies. The storming would prevent them from recognizing the location of his voice, that he knew due to an oddly well timed thunder burst, but know he needed to know how best to deal with them. It wouldn’t be wise to do anything with the thunder and lightning still being a bother, so Iron propped himself up on one arm and stretched out along the branch, his other arm holding his drawn halberd. The cigar in his mouth was not yet lit, because he couldn’t lit a cigar in the storm, and that greatly annoyed him.

Well, it would be wise to determine if they were village ninja or not, after all, dragging in the corpse of their own ninja wouldn’t be wise. Arashi and Tsuki were already on the ground, leaning against the tree Iron was up within, their black cloaks fluttering and their green eyes showing. In their atire, weapons drawn, they looked little different than your average ninja, and they spoke as your average ninja and kunochi. There species was entirely different however, and Iron plucked a stick and dropped it on Arashi’s head. It took him a few seconds to understand what he wanted, but Arashi went through the options.

There was something only he could do, otherwise Iron would do it, and he hadn’t be directed to attack, so that only left the option of questioning. It was the same process every time they were involved in combat, so experience aided in this decision as well. Arashi pointed his blade at the two ninja in the rain, his sleeves covering his limbs and the rain making only his large stature and green eyes visible. Iron let out a growl, why would he point a weapon when the rain would just make it a viable lightning rod? He dropped from the tree, landing on his feet and touched the ground, causing a pillar to rise from the earth which he filled with a metal chain he extracted from his muddy white cloak.

He’d taken care to fasten on his Konoha headband before dropping from the tree and turned to the two ninja after establishing his lightning rod. “Sorry, I wouldn’t want anyone being hit by a stray bolt. Konoha Jounin, Lithire Yorami. These are my associates, Arashi and Tsuki Eurite. One of other associates should be joining me shortly, but I’m more interested with what you’re doing here.”

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[OOC: Imma just wiggle my way into this topic, k? ]


IC:

Seeing as his operation of learning a special technique from this mysterious shinobi, was an epic fail in Rain Country. Shiko pondered up an idea to head over the Village Hidden in the Leafs. The Konoha what a great place to take a stroll down memory lane, in fact was the so called home of the boy. Days of walking through the vast continent of the Ninja World, Shiko made his way secretly into the main outskirts of the Fire Country During the boy's expedition, he could feel enormous levels of chakra surging from the Konoha's main border outskirts. Shiko stood for a brief moment behind a large bark tree, and tried to make out what and who was responsible for the huge amount of chakra presence.

Shiko placed his hands in a tiger hand-sign form and begin to quickly mediate "Mmmm.....It's....It's probably some high level ranked shinobis." Shiko consider to himself while mediating. The amazing presence of aura begin to surge, gave Shiko the goose bumps on his forearms. "Damn" Shiko simply mumbled under his breath, thinking that he may not live after this weird counter of these unknown suspects. Minutes later of travailing closer to the borders of the Fire Country borders, Shiko spotted around 5 shinobis. Two of them were probably missing ninjas of their respected villages and 3 were unknown shinobis, to the curious bystander young man. The patient young boy, knew possible he could stay undetected and strike once his among preys were weak.

Shiko stood hidden behind the large surface area of brown bark tree, about 20 feet in the air.While on the tree the boy begin to carefully inspect the three unknown shinobis. Undetectable and quite patient, Shiko waited behind the large tree, listened among their little conversation, but some importantly, had sinister intentions to kill whomever.

“ Storming…..? That is an annoyance…” A blood thirsty Z sighed as he sat atop a large bushy tree. Z standing on top of a tree seemed was a problem, but not one he was unable to solve. Being almost fully coated in black metal meant that a lightning bolt would strike Z if he continued to lounge above everything in the dense forest. Z however, was not afraid of this at all. The Lord of Lightning just stood and looked into the storm, laughing loudly as the lightning struck near him and demolished a tree. Pointing his hand at the sky, Z let a swarm of mosquitoes fly out and into the storm. In a little more then a second, the storm turned darker then it was previously and the rain ceased in falling. In place of this, there was lightning; black lightning. Once the storm was taken care of, Z stared down at his targets. Putting his hands together into a Z hand sign, Z shot sparks of static electricity around him to scout out the area. Before he could start, he needed to be sure there were no witnesses.

‘ Target one… Target two… Y… those stupid bugs…and another target… in the distance.’ Z said in his mind as each bit of information came to him. ‘ Three eh? Good catch.’ Z said to himself, drawing his scythe into his hand. Z didn’t want to bother himself with the stray target, he wanted to focus on the two clumped together. Making a quick hand sign, Z created a raiton clone and sent it towards the stray target as the real Z leapt tree to tree until he was standing behind the two targets. “ Salutations, I hope that you fight for your life well, it won’t be any fun if you don’t. I am happy to meet you on your dying day and you may call me Z. Also, don’t make me mad, fair warning.” Z said courteously as he took a small bow and pointed his scythe at the two.

“ It would seem that you two are trying to leave the village? Am I close? Did I hit the nail on the head? Did I win? I love games you know, and toys. To me, fighting is the ultimate game… extreme duck duck goose came close… So lets play the game! The rules are… no crying, no whining, no shitting yourselves, and no un needed drama. Whomever dies loses, and the winners are the ones that are alive. Use whatever survival techniques you’ve learned from your pathetic training to help you survive. One more thing… I would just like to make a statement. I’ve never lost this game, and I don’t plan on having my win streak broken by some punks like you two. I am a professional. You heard me pro. I have a lot of experience. More then you could even imagine.” Z said in a half talk half laugh kind of tone. “ Game on.” were Z’s final as he summoned his Musami pincer and laid his scythe over his shoulder. Z planned on letting them react first as he usually did do. “ Ladies first.” Z laughed.

Meanwhile, Z’s clone pin pointed the third target and walked up behind him. Deciding to make quick work out of the target, Z’s clone pulled out its scythe and attempted to cleave his neck. The way the clone went about getting behind the target was quietly, meaning he remained undetected the entire time so that nothing but some sort of sensing jutsu could find him. The storm also covered the clanking of the clones armor. Z’s cleave was silent and fast, considering Z was as powerful as a kage also helped in his attack. Even if the target dodged the attack, which Z doubted, he would still be an easy kill for Z. Everything was.

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Negate me from the topic. Sorry to cause a mishap. -Sigh.

[OOC: I'm not gonna bitch and what not, but Minoichi you forgot to add the jutus on your post] - Will delete this spam post after, jutus putted in ^^

[OOC: Just delete my post and negate me from the topic. I didn't want to get into any fights, but forgot to make it a private topic.]

(OOC: You have to post, your topic related faults are not a penalty for the rest of us. If you want to leave, then do it in RP, but you'll have to be prepared for the unlikely-hood of such an occurrence being allowed.)

ooc: Since I'm guessing the one week rule is applied on this site since it gives people amble time to post, January 27, 2010.

OOC: I believe It's my turn.

Surrounded by what seemed to be Konoha shinobi, he collapsed his feet onto his knees, his blade being held by his right hand only so much more to hold onto his pain. He wondered if he was saved, he wasn't a bad missing ninja. There was nothing he did that was wrong to most people. He visited a few countries, helped people, even tried and made up for his killing of a Rouge Jounin in a barren town. His eyes flickered some darkly as he looked around for any kind of salvation. Their eyes did not seem fearful, but a dark wave of his own chakra blasted out of his body in a large boom. It shattered the ground around him but leaving his clothes unharmed. What was left of them anyway. He needed immediate medical attention if he was to hold out for another month or so. He could wander around with this condition until the month's end, but it would last far too long for him to die out easily. He had incredibly strong will, an undying flame. But his body wouldn't last for long.

Swaying his blade upwards and down, stabbing into the ground with pants of his breath running out through his lips as if he stepped out of an intense battle, a darkening flame came about the blade, not in a threatening way, but in a way to make it slide up onto his clothing, shifting it something more of a more formal attire. It was just of a black Robe, under such would be of a chainmail shirt, white undergarments and a pair of pure black jeans. Such attire would be of a normal, casual personality, but it seemed the blade wanted him to wear such in front of new guests.

[Short as f*ck.]

ooc: Actually it's Mino's turn =P

OOC: I haven't posted yet. xD

(OOC: Zane, how about you actually READ what was posted. Me, Arashi, and Tsuki are dressed up as Konoha shinobi, so you haven't even taken that into account, nor did you happen to notice that there are four of us you can see. Me, Z, Arashi, and Tsuki because Shiko is in hiding. Don't post until you've read everything and understood, because now, you have to edit your post to match whats really going on here. Maybe you can make a longer post too since you're not so pleased with your short one.)

(OOC: Sorry, well who cares? :3)

(OOC: I care, quite a bit, as does Z. You make it sound like if we didn't care, we'd have brought it up just for our personal amusement because we enjoy waiting for you to edit posts. If I brought it up, it needs to be fixed, so it doesn't matter if I care or not anyhow.)

ooc: -.-...

OOC: Happy? :3

Iron let a smile cross his face as the ninja fell, so that was the worth of the current population of Missing Ninja? Cowards, worthless beings who didn't even have the power and will to kill a few Konoha shinobi. If he had been a Konoha ninja, he would've said something, but his fall only revealed his nature to the perception of Iron. The burst of chakra was interesting, though he no idea what it did, as it didn't cause him any direct harm.

With his halberd drawn, Iron walked over to the man, both guards accompanying him as he did so. The thunder was no longer a problem for him, and he looked down at the man beneath him, looking intently at the blade in his hand. "You use a weapon, it has a name, does it not? You would disgrace its name by wielding it with the will of a coward?"

Iron reached for a cigar that was not in his lips and growled, he hated the rain and its malicious hate towards his habits. Z has already made an entrance, which was such a stupid display of battle lust that he was tempted to ignore it. If he did, it would look odd however, so Iron raised his halberd to his shoulders and bent down to eye level. He had no fear of attack, his chains would react more quickly than anything he could throw at him.

"Get. Up." Iron spoke as he turned away and walked over to Z, giving him a glance that expressed his hatred for his current actions. "You're such a pain sometimes..." He glanced back at the creature on its knees and gestured with his hand to send Arashi and Tsuki away from him, the two of them spacing themselves five feet from Iron who spoke to the man once more. "I'm tired of playing games if you won't even play them with me. I am not Lithire Yorami, I am Iron, the last of the Oparu clan, and you disgust me. I took my leave from Konoha so many years before, and I grew stronger because of them, yet you stand here and act as if you were their pet. It's not even worth the effort to kill crap like yourself, go die somewhere where nobody will have to see your pathetic face again."

"Or come and prove that you're of any worth at all, pick up that blade, arm yourself, rise, take the first strike! Get up! Get up! Get up! You miserable little dog! Get up or sit down and decay into the earth like you deserve to!" The wrath in Iron's voice was a fair warning to the intended listener, along with a very clear warning. He had no intention to allow Z to take this life unless he fought for it, and Iron wanted the pleasure of taking this life between his own metal claws and crushing it. If he would stay down, then he would give him the death of an animal, if he stood, the death of a man.

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ooc: Zane can go now. Nothing has really 'happened', therefore I don't see a need to post.

OOC: I already did?

(OOC: No, like, its your turn to post again, I posted, Z's been skipped, and now its your turn because Mino is apparent non-existent.)

Pendo came out of nowhere and pwned them all.

Pendo wrote:

Pendo came out of nowhere and pwned them all.

Pendo gets kicked in the scrotum so hard that his balls erupt from his mouth, preventing his agonizing screams as he chokes on his own nuts and dies a slow sweaty death.