Returning to the wilderness

S ranked Missing-Ninja

Rex was approaching the final 100meters before his cargo would disembark and he would return into his humble resting spot within the blood of his user. His user was Robin and they had only been together for a short time and he had been happy with his master. He raced forward with an extremely strong strike of his tail and covered the distance with ease. He slid onto the sandy shore of Sunagakure and seemingly beached himself. With his ability to look upwards at a dramatic inclination he watched as his master front flipped forward off his head and landed with ease. He walked towards him and placed a gentle hand near his snout. Rex then watched as Robin stroked his massive snout calmly and without fear. This suprised Rex as normally when people see a 33meter, 100foot crocodile then they shit themselves. But nothing seemed to suggest that Robin was scared and for that, Rex was grateful. He opened his massive jaws and spoke to his master, 'Alright Alright that's enough, your here now. Now do you still need of me?' Robin responded, 'Well, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking me towards the Moon-Country Rex. I have some unfinished business there that I need to further investigate. That is if your not too tired, of course.' The massive crocodile shook his head and responded, BAH! Tired. That would be considered like one step to you humans, it felt like nothing. But alright I'll take you to the Moon Country on one condition.' The Crocodile paused and Robin raised an eyebrow inquisitively. 'We travel in the ground!' boomed the massive croc as he focused chakra into his body and jumping into the air, dove headfirst through the ground. Robin then realised that the crocodile had the ability to travel through the ground, in the mud. Robin smiled happily and jumped onto the now-surfaced croc. Robin positioned himself atop his Crocodile and pointed forward, ]b]'Go Rexy! With haste!'[/b] The crocodile did so, exploding forward with dramatic speed. This journey wouldn't take long and he knew that he could rely upon the letters that he had sent prior to departure.

A ranked Missing-Ninja

It had took him much longer to get to Wind Country then he had originally expected, but finally he had arrived. It was to his satisfaction that the ground bellow him was once again the sandy cushion that he was so accustom. For the first time in a long time he felt at home. A smile came to his face; his jagged, feral teeth glinting in the sunlight as he let his head fall back in a bright and robust laugh. "KWAHAHAHAHA! This is more like it!" He said, coming to a knee as he cupped his hand and slid it down into the sand, past the sun baked layer and down to the cool, almost moist layer only a few inches under. He lifted his arm, spreading his fingers and admiring the sand as it slipped between his fingers, basking in the feel of it as the satisfied smile remained upon his face; one that wouldn't leave for quite some time. He stood, forming a few delicate hand signs; slowly, as if trying to remember them, or perhaps as if he was afraid they wouldn't work.

"Sand... Sculpture"

He said, the sand kicking up about his feet, turning and twisting infront of him as if a display for himself. It settle and gathered before coloring into that of a cloak, or cape of sorts. He laughed once more to himself, amused at his own ability as he grasp the cloak, carved from sand and slung it about his shoulder, mounting it to his back and continuing on, deeper into the desert. The sky was clear, as it usually always was. This region, farther to the north then Desert Country, had more clouds, but he could still clearly see the blue of the sky and the sun, beaming above him. It was at slightly different angle, however, just because of the geological location, which he had to account for, as for now it was his only compass and means of knowing where he was. Though he had the map with him, it was his own instinct that guided him, the map simply pointed him in the direction he needed to be. Having navigated through North River Country and accidentally stumbling into Rain Country upon a wrong turn, he was content that he no longer needed the map, and with a grin, crunched the material into his fist, slowly applying his chakra to it until he felt it crumble into sand itself. His smile persistent, as if stained to his face. The feeling of power, of dominion. One day he would crush his enemies just as he had the map; reducing them to nothing but the dust in which they were created.

And so he continued on, watching the sun, or his shadow rather. He was unsure how long it would take him, but estimated that before nightfall he would arrive. Which brought on new questions as to what he would do at that point. He wouldn't find anything good to eat in these deserts; or at least he didn't think he would. Unlike the south desert, which was full of desert dwelling beasts and even vegetation that had adapted to the climate as his people had, this desert seemed to lack the quality of life; an energy that only the strong generated. It felt almost artificial here. A desert tamed by the oppression of those who though themselves powerful enough to tame it. HA! What a joke. What an Injustice. Ganon would make a point to fix this; to release the tamed desert from its cage and set it wild about... b-but what an idea!?

To start from Sunagakure.. to raise it to the ground and then let the desert expand, and suck up the Great Nations. He was positive that as long as he was fighting in the desert he couldn't lose, and so he would only need to make EVERYWHERE a desert. What inspiration. Infact, he would move the desert.. and his people could thrive. But where in the world would he find the power to move an entire desert!? It was a goal far off for him, but another benchmark he would set for himself. The dreams of an individual never ended...

As he contemplated this he laughed once more,his thought completely changing as he considered why exactly he was walking! He was in the desert now, and had a much more capable mode of transportation. He flicked his thumb across his K9, enough to draw blood from the sharp fang, pressing it to the sand bellow him to summon....

THE ACCELLIGATOR!

"It's been awhile!" He said to the long, large alligator, which only rolled his eye as it shimmied back and forth, seemingly sinking itself into the sand a few inches at a time. Ganon literally hopped on top of the thing, settling down on a saddle of sorts and pointed straight ahead. "TIMES A WASTIN'! Straight Ahead!"

The alligator snorted something reminiscent of a trains horn and dove into the ground, taking off in a straight direction without as much as a word. It was an interesting relationship that he had built with these individuals; the alligators, and especially the Bananawana that he had a contract with. In the end it all paid off, but it didn't come without a few... sacrifices of sorts. Especially to his wallet. Long story short, he was paying them off in food, which wasn't easy to do with the size of many of these beasts.

It would appear as if Ganon was seated upon the sand, barreling along without moving, however the Accelligator had buried itself to the point that he could Ganon would remain above the surface and he would be under the ground; like a self propelled surf board. Suddenly he shifted upward a bit, lifting his jaw to mumble a few words, " Hey... there is another Alligator around here." He said, almost in a monotone voice that didn't care one way or another.

"What?" Ganon said, tilting slightly to the left; half out of speculation and half because he didn't hear what he had said thanks to all the backround noise. "I said... there is another Gator around. I can smell em'"... Ganon raised an interested eye brow. "For real? What is a Gator doing this far north. Where is it!?"

There...

Where?!

All of a sudden, the Acceligator crashed into some sort of object, that was most likely much larger then itself or more solid as when it crashed into it the gator bend at the side turning into a barrel roll across the desert sand. Of course this also sent Ganon flying through the air, hitting the terrain and skidding across the sand face first thinking "Fuuuuuuuu---" the entire time. Little did he know at the time, what they had hit was the upper side of a barried crocodile, traveling in a perpendicular path in a streak of mud. Ganon bounded upward, clenching his fist in anger as he shook the sand from him, hovering like an aura of sorts. As he spit sand from his mouth his jagged teeth clenched in something of a growl as he barked at his summon. "What gives?! Running into things!? What the F*** is in the desert that you run into!? Its huge! How do you hit something!?" He said, yelling though he wasn't really sure what he had run into nor what he was mad at... that was just his nature.

The alligator turned to his belly, shaking its head back and forth and ruffling its snout as if shaking of a daze. "It was... the other gator."

B ranked Missing-Ninja

Something about the area seemed to make it harder and harder for Mokuzen to keep his mind centered. True the winds around him made it harder and harder for him to come to terms with his concentration. With each and every passing moment the density of the world around him continued to make it heavier and heavier. The weight his palms seemed to grow and expand as the density of the area around him made it possible for him to lose himself in thought.

The energy began to circulate around his palms made it next to impossible for him to fully drop the strength that it was bringing to him. It’s power grew massive and dense as the carrying of its chakra continued to flow as though caught in endless waves of energy. With each and every passing moment the control and refinement of his own chakra continued to grow more and more refined. Something about training in the emptiness of the wilderness made it next to impossible for him to get caught in the endless world.

With a single motion Mokuzen’s right hand began to throw itself forward with a heavy amount of energy about it. As though reaching down an endless tunnel that appeared directly before him, with a speed that made it next to impossible for his eyes to keep up with. The rotation of his shoulders made it possible for him to extend forward and return to its proper place as though a ball attached to a chain. The heavy striking and the speed of the strike made it possible for him to keep up with his speed and to carry over his chakra into his right heel and carry his weight off the ground transform it into a spiral.

With the energy still showing itself in Mokuzen’s body began to make itself visible once again. His ankle continued to rotate with a slight spiral to it as Mokuzen began to spin against the weight of his own power. The back of his heel connecting with the wind as his body began to move as though automatically attempting to attach itself onto a target that rode in the winds before him. Connecting with the weight of an invisible target who sat before him and then quickly placing his palms against the ground with the speed of his blows still connecting to his chakra supply.

Planting his palms against the ground and spiraling against the ground at a high rate. Mokuzen began to push against the ground using the flow of chakra that carried itself through his palms and make its way through his legs. The chakra began to carry itself even through his lower half as the legs connected with the ground making a heavy impact as the pale image of Mokuzen’s torso was seen through his own eyes.

Upon managing to make his way back to his feet, the flow of chakra continued to make itself visible with each and every passing second. Mokuzen’s body began to keep at a steady bounce as his sandals pressed against the ground and his toes dug deeper and deeper into the earth beneath him. Charging a fine amount of chakra into each of his palms Mokuzen felt his body tense up as though unable to fully concentrate on launching his flurry of blows without noticing something about him.

The winds in the area continued to blow and cover the area made it next to impossible for Mokuzen to continue with his actions. Rotating his neck as though to loosen his joints made it possible for him to fully accept that stress that had been building up over the time. Training, that’s why he had selected these hell forsaken marshlands as his training area, despite having a heavy hatred against the climate as a whole. The scent of the area continued to remind him of his travels upon making the acquaintance of his primary companion. Even then he carried a hate filled wave about his mind when his toes were dug into murky waters then; he was unable to run off away from this endless quagmire that danced about his ankles.

The only thing that needed to be carried onward for him to feel as though he had returned to the disgusting waters that he was trapped in months ago would be the constant cawing in the back of his mind. The cries of the endless fowl screaming and crying in the back of his head as he continued to concentrate on the world around him once again. The mud continued to cover the very ends of his pants as well as his wrists upon taking up the process of training his high paced taijutsu outside in these murky waters.

“ARGH!!!” Cried out a single cry in the corner of Mokuzen’s mind as he attempted to understand what was going on. “I knew those damn rats with wings would waste my time by…” Mokuzen attempted to think to himself only to come to terms with the fact that he was unable to connect the current scream with the former cackles that he had heard before. One had been a high pitched cry that made it impossible for Mokuzen’s mind to continue forward with the worry of the pain and suffering that the fowl brought into the area. Yet this cry was different, a heavy toned uproar that seemed to shattered the portions of his spine in every which way direction as oppose to the scream he had been use to.

“BAWHAHAHA!” The voice began to echoed through the area as Mokuzen finally stopped the rhythmic bouncing of his heels and turned about the area attempting to understand what it was that had now been crossing the terrain. The murky waters gave birth to two pair of golden eyes that were glaring over the figure of the pale skinned shinobi as his flesh began to mesh together with the fine brown mud as it dried onto his body. “T'hat t'are t'ou t'oing t'o t'o T'ittle T'host?!” The eyes began to develop his row of teeth from the murky waters as it spoke.

“A…Gator?” Mokuzen’s voice began to carry over the area as though attempting to understand the concept of a beast speaking to him. In his line of work, most animal who understood human speak were either of a higher class or seemingly intelligent. Yet before him lay a brown and obnoxious gator who was attempting to speak and strike up a conversation with him.

“T’I t’ake t’it t’hat t’you t’ight t’ee t’ost?” The animal began to speak as though his teeth were locked into place due to having devoured something heavy that even his fangs were unable to clean out. It’s head as thick and heavy appearing as leather itself, yet his mannerism refined and very well kept for a beast of his size and caliber. “T’an T’a t’ell t’e t’ere t’a t’hink t’a t’re?” The beast spoke and Mokuzen could only assume that he was asking for some information regarding his position.

“Where am I?” Mokuzen spoke as he stopped the bouncing and contracting of his muscles and turned over to the beast that stood before him. “I was on my way too…” Mokuzen lost himself attempting to think of whatever it was that going on. The morning sun began to shine done upon Mokuzen hardening the mud and transforming it into a slight crisp shell over his pale white flesh before looking to the beast once again.

“T’is t’e t’he t’iving’ t’rea t’f t’a t’eople.” He spoke as though attempting to make some sort of connection with Mokuzen without giving to much away. “T’I t’ake t’it t’hat t’a t’others t’rent t’wit t’o?” The gator began to emerge more and more from the endless swamp and revealed that it was no normal gator, more along the lines of a behemoth. His leathered flesh continued on and on for what seemed like yards more so then feet as he had assumed.

“Others?” Mokuzen spoke as he moved closer and closer to the beast sensing that there was something about the beast that seemed worthwhile trusting, at least for the time being. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Mokuzen’s voice drifted off as he looked into the endless glow of the beast’s eyes until he noticed that the gator was attempting to open his jaws.

“BAWHAHAHA! T’hy t’idnt t’a t’ay t’o?” The alligator spoke as he began to turn about the murky waters and chuckle to himself as he rose his rump high enough to reveal a passage for him to ride atop of. “T’et t’on!” He screamed to Mokuzen as though directing the pale skinned man to ride atop the body of the beast who lay before him.

In a sense, anyone with a brain would have known not to go out of his way to ride on the back of a gator who he had just met. In the right state of mind, a giant man eater such as this beast would have instantly been labeled as off limits to them normally. Yet something about today felt as though it was impossible for him to pass up an oppurtinty as this. “Sounds intresting…” Mokuzen spoke as he carried his body over to the back of the beast with a slight chuckle.

With a heavy strike against the hide of the gator, the beast began to carry both Mokuzen and himself through the disgusting waters with a high rate. The waters gave way as the beast attempting to cut through everything that stood in his way to where he intended on taking Mokuzen. All the while the pale white flesh of Mokuzen began to leave dots and smears of mud atop in contrast with the endless squiggles and squirms of the beast. The movements seemed to go smoother and smoother as the beast maneuvered through the waters with very little effort.

C ranked Missing-Ninja

Ichigo jumped from branch to branch trying to imitate a monkey as best he could.It hadn't occured to him why he was doing this but I guess you could say he was just doing this for fun.
It was good that he was still able to have some sort of entertainment in this stage of his life.When you are a missing ninja, especially one at Ichigo's age, you would definitely have a hard time being able to have fun.You would most likely always find your self hunting and fighting to stay alive.So in other word...there wasn't much room for "fun" in the life of a missing ninja.Though, that isn't exactly the case for everyone...especially someone like Ichigo.

He spent everyday of his life trying to have fun.Which is exactly what he became a missing ninja to do, besides the part of being beaten by his parents and mentors.But this was only when he wasn't trying to survive in the real world.

Ichigo grabbed one last branch and swung off with a back flip landed with a nice "TA-DAA!"."Oh well look at the time.....I think its about time I make my leave".Several days ago, Ichigo had received a letter by a fellow missing ninja known as Robin.The note simply said to meet at the snow country and that there would be several others there.He figured that it would be worth seeing what he wanted.

With this nice note, Ichigo bit his thumb with his nice pointy tooth and pulled out his bird feather.He slid his, now bleeding thumb across the feather and held it to the sky."Soar, Strawberry Kun" said Ichigo quietly to himself as a bird revealed itself from the feather and it flew high in to the sky, only to descend gently and elegantly in front of Ichigo.He always enjoyed summoning Strawberry for it was like watching a show.He hopped on to the colorful bird that was just big enough to carry Ichigo on his back.

"Strawberry Kun....take me the snow country if that is all right with you."said Ichigo.He always thought it was nice to offer the summon a choice though he knew that there would be no point in saying no because birds loved Ichigo."Of course Ichigo San"said the bird quietly as he took off silently with a great push.In minutes they were well on their way to the snow country.

Subject: Re: Returning to the wilderness Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:18 am

Initake had been analyzing his newest "invention", which is basically just a microscopic clock, that is useful to no one. He has ADD about some things, so this took him a few months just to create this stupid thing. He was so focused on something for once, that his mind shut out everything else. But if you are wondering where he got the parts for it.... he got them from.... a weak ass ninja in Wind Country, which is where his temporary residence is. But then a few ninja walked by him, since he was apparently close to Suna, and they just randomly laughed at him. He now was pissed. They had no reason to do that. So, since he has anger issues, he decided to use one of his simple jutsus on them. Nova. He though to himself. Then he performed a few hand signs, and boom, insta-bright, well, even more bright, since it was high noon in Wind Country, so this could potentially permanently blind them. Fuckers, be blinded by my awesomeness

He then laughed at them as he walked by, and they spun in circles, trying to find where the voice was coming from, and he just cracked up, it was just too funny that a simple jutsu could do this much damage to one person.
" That's what you get, ass holes." He spoke quietly to himself, and just put his head down and kept walking. It was times like this that Initake had no reason to live for. He had his emo moments, and this was definitely one of them. He wanted to go to his place of solitude, Snow Country. Now that he thought of it.... there was something to do there.

He remembered back a few days ago, he was speaking to a Missing Ninja, like himself. ' Now, we are to meet in Snow Country, got it, foo? ' He was too busy to listen then, but his memory was superb, and he needed a good memory to even survive in this world. Now there were two reasons to go to Moon Country.

Initake snapped his fingers, and in an instant, his pet buzzard, George came swooping down from the skies above him, and landed. Initake jumped on his back, and simply said
" Moon Country" and he was off, the buzzard with a better sense of the world than the smartest human alive. Initake really knows how to pick 'em.

S ranked Missing-Ninja

The walkways were filthy with dirt and grime, the metal buildings around him making him feel devilishly uncomfortable. He was in a town where Metal was a common substance, but, within the area, his chakra sense bounced off everything, and couldn't pinpoint where to stand, or anywhere. He couldn't sense anyone's chakra which made him feel far too much uncomfortable. His wings were folded silently against his back, his hair swaying with each footstep he took on the ground below him. It was far too quiet for his tastes, making him look back and forth between left and right.

A few silent footsteps were heard behind his form, his head twirling towards the noise within just a flinching motion of his body. His sword was drawn, in an offensive stance. He was jumped up to the edge right now, even the smallest thing could tick him off. But from his view, only a shadow of something had appeared in the metal area, his dark aura beginning to lift itself. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't sense anything at all, until a small sense of someone else's chakra appeared behind him.

Shifting his waist only so much, his footwork stepping only to the ground so softly, his giant blade blocking the kunai coming towards him, being wielded by a very large Shinobi. The man before him was taller than he was, but only so much more built by his stature. Someone like that would seem to be strong enough to knock a normal sword down, but Yuui wasn't like that, she was strong, the Second strongest Blade of Chaos out there. Simply twisting it's motions only so much, a small blaze on it's right side, down the red markings on it, pushed the man back a bit far on the melted ground. He never liked this place, too metallicy for his taste.

Simply looking down towards his shadow, then up towards the sun, he noticed what time it was. Damnit. He thought, knowing he was going to be late for his little 'Accidental' run in with a few Missing ninja he got information about. Taking out 2 missing ninja was something to do, but maybe he had a chance to join them, maybe have some kicks killing people. Hmph.

Simply flickering behind the man, his battle cry being loud and fierce, his blade raised to the sky and pounded downwards, he showed no mercy. Massive flames came upwards from Yuui as it slammed against the kunai of the man, watching as it snapped it in half with just one push of the blade in his hand, made the man simply shiver in a split second. The expression was priceless to see from his opinion, his grin showing down to the man before the blade struck through the center of his body. Gruesome.

Blood flew everywhere as the sword cut through the center of the man and down till it cut through the middle of where his legs were connected, sending the two halves of the man to slide outwards and spray blood on the small area around them. But as his blade touched the ground just once, a small pant came from him, seeing as Yuui took a good amount of his chakra from that attack.

God she was so annoying when he was trying to just make a simple kill, not make a giant version of his Kenjutsu. He let himself sigh a bit before standing back up, his hands on his back as he crackled it some. Fighting weak Jounin level ninja never woke him up right, it was too much of a hassle to try and get fully awakened. His alertness and stamina was out of the normal S ranked standards, way out, and even half-asleep he would be able to act normally. Though he preferred sleeping on days like these. He turned a bit towards the forest before him now, the senses of his chakra sensory coming back as the metal area was off of his aura.

He only sensed a couple figures in the distance, their chakra signatures being of a high rank, and some low ranked. Maybe he was late for something? He never knew, he never paid much attention, even when on his own information mission.

A light sigh came from his pale lips as he began to move his way towards the forest, Yuui being set back into the large sheath on his back, the blood being absorbed into the blade as if by some weird magic. It wasn't, it was Yuui, she craved for blood. And Blood was what she was going to get, one way or another.

S ranked Missing-Ninja

Sand ripped past his ANBU armor as he was catapulted from his summon. The sand and mud broke free of Robin as he left the ground and was hurled through the air. One moment he had been underground, riding on Rex; the next, he was 20 ft in the air soaring above two figures. One was a crocodile, wait no, an alligator and the other, a ninja. Both the ninja and the alligator radiated the same type of chakra and about the same amount; obviously this meant that the summon belonged to the ninja. What was coincidental, was that both the summons originated from the Crocodillia species and were reptilian. The major differences between Rex and this alligator was that Rex was close to 100ft long, whereas this ninja's summon was just a little bigger than the normal size. Whilst Robin was admiring the summon, he forgot to brace for the impact and went crashing into a sand dune, the aftermath being that he rolled down the other side.

Once he had finished rolling down the massive dune, he pushed himself up off the sand and dusted his armor, robe and clothings free of any traces. Whilst walking up to the top of the dune he mentally swore at his lack of ability to do something as little as brace an impact. Once he reached the top of the dune he looked around and found that all that was there was a ninja and his alligator with Rex nowhere to be. He smiled, feeling Rex's chakra at least 10meters below the surface of the sand and just waiting there like a crocodile in stealth about to lunge at its prey. Robin and Rex shared a connection that allowed them to communicate to each other through waves of chakra. Rex knew that when Robin sent the signal, that he would rocket out of the ground and attack both of them or aide Robin in his fight.

The wind sent a cooler chill through his body that lessened the affect of the desert heat. With his facemask resting around his mouth, Robin stared at the ninja before him who shared a similar level in power than he, but did not possess the massive chakra that Robin did. Robin studied the ninja quickly then noticed his features and face. So this is Ganon Royaru or King, though Robin before communicating with Rex, Perfect... I have located one of the ninja that I require. Stay there until I inform you, I don't quite know how he will react. Robin then jumped from the lip of the sand dune and slid down it on his feet. He slid right down to the base where he was roughly level with the other ninja. Around 8meters stood between the two.

'Yo. Who are you and What do you want?' asked Robin, well aware that he already knew who this missing-ninja was; but he needed to know what he wanted. It was truly coincidental for them both to run into each other in the middle of the desert, when they both had the intention to go to the same place. But anyway, Robin stood at the base of the dune and watched the other ninja, whilst awaiting for a reply.

A ranked Missing-Ninja

King and his reptilian friend went back and forth, as the frustrated Ganon pleaded for some kind of explanation. By the time he had gained his cool he had completely missed the burial of the large Crocodile and was thus unaware of its location, thus as he spoke with his summon he was confused as to what he meant.

"You mean to tell me... that we ran into a giant Crocodile this far north and it just disappeared?"

"Well... basically. It's under the sand though... over there."

"Wha?" Ganon said, turning to see the giant Dune that a Crocodile of such descriptive size could have buried itself in if need be. There was also a second figure, standing upon the sand dune and making his way down with a casual pace that didn't make him a primary threat. His own summon could sniff out the Crocodile and he had no reason not to believe him; he even took a second to focus upon the sand, using a earth sensory technique that worked something like an underground sonar. It was about the time that he confirmed the presences of the Croc that the man slid down within speaking range, his Alligator wriggling back some, slipping into silence as Ganon clenched right fist, never too trusting of any one situations.

' Yo. Who are you and What do you want ?'

"What do you mean what do I want? It's not like I meant to crash into you and that giant Croc of yours" He said, putting the fact that the crocodile belong to him as a pure assumption. He also didn't take time to consider that the man infront of him might have wanted the crocodile to remain secretive, so him blurting out the fact that he had it would clue him in on his own knowledge. Though he would possibly gain some information based on the mans reaction.

Ganon blinked heavily as he took in a sigh to calm himself. "Look, I have somewhere to be and I'm hungry as fuck. Sorry, but I don't got time for chit-chat." He said, containing his more robust emotions as he put things into priority for himself. He wanted to get to Sunagakure more then he wanted to punish some random individual in the desert for an accident that was realistically just as much his fault as that of the mans. It was one of the rare occasions that his reason beat out his nature; or rather, his nature had other plans for the moment.

He open his hand outward, turning 90 degrees to face the west with both the sun and the man at his right. Keeping a stead eye on the other individual, he snapped his finger twice, the Alligator, wriggled itself underground into the sand and burrowed up under Ganon himself, coming to the surface so that Ganon was now seated upon his back once more; Intending to leave immediately...

S ranked Missing-Ninja

Robin laughed, 'Hahaha. You mean Rex. He's a little bit over sized, isn't he?', said Robin, not expecting a reply. He began to walk closer to Ganon when the missing-ninja completely brushed off Robin and regarded his hunger far above a friendly chat. A vein pulsated somewhere in his body as a sign of annoyance but he kept his cool. 'Oh well, if you don't have time for a chat with me, then I'll just tag-along until you do find the time', replied Robin as he was content on conferring with this ninja. 'Anyway Ganon, I haven't been to Suna in many years and it'd be interesting to see how much that decrepit village has changed. Also, it may do an A ranked ninja some good to have an S rank as a bodyguard, because if I can read you intentions correct, then you may just need a lookout.'

Regardless of what Ganon's answer was, Robin focused chakra into the ground and sent a quick and sharp message to Rex, signalling that he should surface underneath Robin and continue their journey. The 100ft crocodile did so, rising out of the massive sand dune with Robin standing steadily above the crest of its skull. From his 25ft perch, he looked down at Ganon and pointed his hand out, palm up, beckoning for Ganon to lead the way. 'Shall we?'

OOC: From now, All others in this topic make their own ways to Yuki and train. I may be some time and I want you all training for new jutsu and new style. Cheers. ^^

A ranked Missing-Ninja

Ganon stopped when he heard the man speaking about sticking along with him. More out of general confusion but as he continued to speak his words began to seem a bit more informed, almost as if he knew him on a more personal level. Ganon attempted to search his memory to match the shape of the mans body to a person had met in the past but couldn't put his thumb on it.

"Well I guess if you already know everything there is to know then why not... Not necessarily how I planned to gather Nakama but if they are going to just fall in my lap then why not."

He looked up at the mans Crocadile and almost smiled, infact he fought it back some. "He will come in handy... I'll fill you in on the way there..."

Already mounted, he continued in the direction of Sunagkure, assuming the man would follow.

B ranked Missing-Ninja

The wind began to beat against Mokuzen’s flesh as he continued to ride against it. With each and every passing moment, it became harder and harder for the connection between himself and beast became harder and harder. The blistering impact from the winds going against his pale white flesh gave him the appearance of a ghost riding atop the back of a behemoth who kept himself hidden in the waters all the while rushing about the dank waters.

The rough waters began to hit against his flesh as though attempting to wipe clean to mud that managed to attach itself onto his flesh while he was stuck in training. The thick and heavy shell that formed over his fist made it next to impossible for him to grip the flesh of the beast beneath him without losing himself in the endless burst of wind that ran across his face as though lashing through him. With each and every passing moment he felt as though the winds would send crimson red markings atop his entire face.

The gator who continued to rush through the waters evading all particles that rested within the waters. Cutting through the thick and heavy waters as though they were nonexistent, all the while releasing a heavy and powerful tone from his mouth as he flew through the waters. With each and every sharp turn about the area the waters began to beat against his leather hide as if grains of sand running against a metallic cover. Even riding atop the beast something inside of Mokuzen felt as though something was better within him.

Running his chakra throughout his palms and attempting to attach onto the flesh of behemoth beneath him with very little ease. Coursing through his veins and finally exiting from his palms, the chakra began to tighten with each and every moment. “This is… a bit more intense then I originally thought.” Mokuzen’s thoughts began to run about his mind as he continued to keep his current footing all the while rushing through the area.

Within several moments his chakra began to rush through each end of his finger tightening his control over his own body. The beast whose back he rode atop of began to laugh a tiny bit while he attempted to speak with the waters diving into his mouth as he dodged the incoming obstacles. “T’is t’his t’a t’astest t’ay t’a t’et t’ound.” He spoke before diving his face back beneath the mud with a heavy chuckle.

Placing his palms before him with chakra running through his heels, thus tightening him down to his current location. Attempting to keep in place all the while controlling his chakra at this high rate and speed. "I can’t think of a better place for me to practice high speed levels of taijutsu other than atop the back of a giant gator moving at high speeds.” Mokuzen thought to himself as he finally began to place one of his fist before him with a heavy sigh atop his heart as the chakra around his hand began to dance and pulsate.

With a heavy thrust of his palm Mokuzen’s chakra began to lacerate as though claws attempting to cut through the winds themselves. The thrusting of his right hand began to cause his feet to give way as his left hand began to move in rhythm performing a straight chop style to it. The speed of the chop in combination with the odd angle and speed of the ongoings made it hard for him to control his footing as the gator began to do more and more intense turns and curves about the area.

“Mind if we slow down? Or at least take a detour?” Mokuzen spoke to the beast as he fell to a single knee with a heavy bead of sweat atop his forehead. Unable to control his chakra as well as speaking to the beast beneath him, Mokuzen decided it would be best that he simply rest for the time being and speak to the being whom he rested beside so that he could properly understand what it was that the being wanted from him. As well as having a good excuse to train some more without the worry of being thrown into the disgusting abyss below him.

[OOC: Detour no Jutsu!]

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