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Post by Kutari on Sun Feb 11, 2018 2:57 am

The air was stagnant. Restricted in movements due to the everpresent mist trails. A fundamental trademark of such a land.Grand scalings of moisture situated in the air. Fusing with the oxygen to create a dense, drowning atmosphere to reside within. Constantly filling the lungs with unwanted moisture that can prove to be taxing to visitors of these lands. Though typically the ones living in such an atmosphere for so long tend to adapt. Finding the air to be much easier to settle in. Notice much smaller details within the mist then the average fellow. Usually losing their sight due to the visual barrier of the weather, needing to memorize the scene at hand for combative purposes. This only being a small collection of aspects of a Shinobi residing in the Village hidden in the Mist. Better known as Kirigakure.

Kutari was fully aware of the majority of these aspects regarding his current location. Wielding a rather active analytic mindset and an observant way of living. He was in fact a fan of the lands he resided in and it’s environmental differences. Different from the normal clear skies and carrying a much more ominous presence. Who knew what would lie before the mist in front of you. Potentially being a new foe to combat or grand adventure housing a new weapon to collect. The opportunities were endless...Unfortunately, today wouldn’t be that case. There was no powerful enemy to be spotted in front of him, no great Excalibur-like weapon to discover. The mist was actually accurate to description being thick and mangled. Though no hazardous event would near him towards his destination.

These realizations as Kutari traveled around the village only brought him to a form of depression. The village being nothing more than a bore. He held a gruesome expression of annoyance as he walked the streets. His stern look would be perceived through wild yellow eyes would be slightly hampered by his brown wavy hair. Conflicting with the upper portion of his face down to eye level. Discouraged regarding his current situation. Wearing his more favored outfit for the world to see. A black jacket shielding a vibrant white t shirt. Matching black pants and sandals would follow down his figure. A decorated red skirt presented on his waist, alongside a purple scarf tied to this skirt. Finishing this outfit would be his black gloves, which he kept well maintenanced alongside his outside. Finding pride in keeping his belongings in top quality.

Though Kutari’s purpose today wasn’t to glamour over his own appearance. Though at this point he’d rather waste his time doing as such then his current task. Instead, he was stationed to a very special part of the village. To maintain and guard this structure, while also carrying out the duties assigned. Typically, this would be a good thing. As most Shinobi would have gate duty or possibly guard the borders. Watching for any potential bandits or evil to arrest. Though Kutari would much more favor killing them, always making the note to cause such an “accident” in the future. However, his luck was far from overflowing. Deciding to relate most to a dry well. He was stationed to an academy enrollment manager. Likely one of the most disrespecting assignments to someone of his...assets. Might as well assign the evilery to a ramen stand. Kutari reckoned that was next on the list.

The mist this morning failed to mask Kutari’s ever growing anger. Upon learning of his current task as a newly graduated genin, it was difficult to accept his work with gritted teeth. Though the thought only proved to irritate him more and more. What a waste of his time. The chances of his assignment being a cause of his past would be rather high. Which he was fully aware of, though failed to fathom the reasoning behind it.This twisted history making him insensitive to its cruel reality. Rather, Kutari would believe his perception to the village was nothing more than a savage. Described as some deranged rescue child. Taking pity in his past and forcing him to join the village. Though if anything this village would hold him hostage. Him and his previous peers close to arranging a coup and escaping such a life to be free. Only now to be imprisoned once again. Was his current mission a form of punishment, or a matter of protection? Kutari couldn’t comprehend the latter.

It seemed to have only taken him a moment to reach the academy. Albeit due to his irritable trance. The mist caused the academy to be filled with a curtain of mystery. Suggesting an element of pure destruction lurked around these grounds. The element of surprise and unknown haunting any sane living being on this planet. The deathly tone would overshadow the dull green on this part of land. Most only noticing the largely sized building, guarded with a wave of mist that warned outsiders from entering. Though Kutari knew better. This area was inhabited with the opposite of powerful people. Typically more weak then strong. Beginners. He could easily recall the boredom this place presented, already knowing the material and lessons to be taught here. Flying by the academy being nothing more than a breeze, despite a tedious one. The teachers there would in no way be happy to see his devious face. Though today they would find no mischief coming from his demeanor, but annoyance. With a scowl, Kutari would enter the building. Taking account of the outside and inside to the best of his analytical ability. Taking his time to enter in hopes of wasting more working time, already being late due to his excitement to arrive there.

As he entered, he was guided to his work space while being debriefed. Bestowed the task of registering interested newcomers into the academy. Led to a singular room close to the entrance for easy reference from the head desk, He was presented a chair and desk alongside the typical office supplies. Somewhat spacious, upon entering the desk and chair would be to the back right of the room. In front of the desk being a few chairs for clients. File cabinets would be behind the chair itself. As a few flowers vases would sit on a tabletop to the right of the door. He was surprised to know the academy had such a decency, seeing them all as aggravating dimwits. Though soon he would have to deal with his clients, children that didn’t know any better. Likely seeing the job of a Shinobi as some fun little activity to do. Blind to the dark world that they all live in. Though currently Kutari couldn’t talk, being assigned an office job as a Shinobi. Simply pitiful. What’s more pitiful however is being seen as the same level as 13 year olds in term of rank.

Upon sitting down he was presented quite a few clients back to back. Likely seeing the late worker arrive as the enrollment process was closed until his appearance. Seeing smiles and laughter, proud parents looking upon their children. Kutari only able to describe it as disgusting. This being the most torture he’s received in quite awhile. He would let out a sigh as he waited for his next client to arrive at his open door. Realizing it be useless to keep the door closed. The consistent creak of that wooden door was driving him mad.

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Post by Aura Yukimenoko on Sun Feb 11, 2018 7:01 am

The Prestigious Kirigakure Academy...the means of salvation. When she was little, Aura would have seen this place as the beginning of a promising career, and with becoming a butt-kicking ninja, capable of wiping the floor with those who threatened peace. But now, it held a different light to it for her; survival. Any person on their own in this world would not make it out by themselves for long, especially in a village such as Kiri. Even in its youth, it held a rather foreboding atmosphere, with the humidity at an all time high and the thickness of the mist obscuring the vision of anyone within five feet of them near everywhere. Of course, what was vision to one without it? Aura was blind, and she always would be...those pale-blue eyes spoke that truth. Seeing the world didn't sadden her anymore, though, as long as she could experience it. If only the beginning of her life on her lonesome had began with smiles and laughing, rather than deceit.

After being saved from a group of slavers by a kindly Genin, he had taken her back to her foster parents, hoping for safety and peace. However, as they approached, the door was unlocked, causing concern. With that, they both snuck in, only to be greeted by a detestable conversation within; those parents of hers, those guardians, they were the reason she was kidnapped. They lured her out into the forest, without a second thought, only to let her go on her own for once and be caught without a fight, as she was completely defenseless. Needless to say, this was an absolute shock to the young woman's mind, near traumatizing, at the realization she was hated so. Without any second thought, she ran away from the place she called home for so long, leaving her whereabouts a mystery to any that followed, even the man that saved her.

From that day forward, Aura would not be entirely the same. The teen would still be able to laugh and have a good time, but it was more of a mask to her isolation and depression than ever before. Was there truly anyone that could become her friend, the one that would keep her from being lonely all her life? To get her into the Academy, to become a Ninja for her people, just like her mother once was? Well, she wasn't sure about such a peace anymore, but she could at least spend some time staring at the Academy from afar. They wouldn't accept someone as old as her into their ranks...not without a recommendation, and no one was going to do that for her, even with the recent housework she had been doing for the people of the village to be able to buy food. Some people didn't like the idea of a blind girl cleaning their house, after all, which was understandable if not pitiable. But Aura cared not for if these people liked her, even if she pretended she did. She even sustained a few hits from the people she worked for, after bumping into something due to her lack of sight, so as of now she had a few small bruises on her right cheek, and a cut on her head. Nothing too bad, but certainly noticeable enough. It just didn't matter to her, though; nothing could hurt more than the betrayal of her family.

Today, Aura had finally taken the time to make her way to the Kirigakure Academy, oblivious of the brooding within the air, and the sounds of laughing children. She wanted to laugh with them, but she didn't want to be considered a creep or a beggar by going up to that entrance, where the small children wished to become students. Instead, she'd sit somewhere nearby one of the trees, under the comfort of its shade, stroking the inside of her kimono belt with her left hand. It hid a locket which belonged to her mother, and was the only thing she had as a reminder she existed. In her state of mind, it brought her comfort, and security. Maybe Lady Luck would be on her side today, and the loving arms of a kind individual would help her become strong...eventually to the point she could beat her stupid foster parents up. After that, though, she will proceed to live her life as she wanted, free of strife or turmoil that isn't associated with missions. She just wanted to travel, and that was that. Aura didn't know who she'd actually meet today, though...

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Post by Kutari on Sun Feb 11, 2018 7:24 pm

The concept of time ceased to exist. Reality becoming nothing more than a constant cycle of despair and agony. The will of the devil seemed to impose itself upon this once light environment with a crude laughter. Entertained by the inner turmoil which encaptured the present souls. Or at least, the one forced to stay within the confining space. A virtual hell, shackled to the chair like some dog. Looking upon the face of a demon with every ongoing encounter that kept him suspended in this lengthened loop. Enticed to carry a tired smile, slowly revealing the mask and discarding its importance. This sinful process would be the current stance Kutari had to take. If he ever wished to rise above the dumpster job.

It was as if the world gained some sick pleasure from witnessing him suffer. Every corner he turned, there lied another injection of pleasure. Seeping through his equilibrium, wanting to see him crack. Though the Uchiha typically refrained from causing such a scene. At least externally, as the mental warfare continued on for almost a decade now. In fact, he ironically had little emotion to give. Other than the resentment and malice that forged its way into his heart. Being apart of the small collection of true feelings that typically related to sorrow. He was an ironclad structure of undying despair. Unsure if he was fine being so guarded and closed off from his internal framework. Though Kutari failed to be prepared for the opposing form of living, it being a sensation that seemed far out of reach. Though if he was to try and attempt a change, this hellish world never failed to keep him in check. The greatest part of it all, it only seemed to be the beginning of it’s most favored toy.

Today, he would be reminded of the life he once had. The empowering sensation he once was able to experience in the form of bonds. Though presented this truth only to reiterate what he had become. His own conflicting emotions being the weights that tied him down, and regress deeper into a state of isolation through frustration.

The sight seemed so breathtaking. The arrivement of prospects for the academy, accepting most with open arms. Typically being one singular child, but maybe two if the family was lucky. Oh the family, parents and even extended family would arrive to see the beginners obtain entrance into the academy. Verifying all of the necessary documentation with pride for the aspiring Shinobi. The joy easily filled the air, loitering in the room like the mist just outside the building.

Though an unease remained ever growing between the families and Kutari. The boy’s demeanor continued to bewilder and frighten the visitors as time went on. Again and again, he was reminded of that same expression of excitement upon an arriving entourage; completely oblivious to the discomfort they possessed once leaving. He was drowned within his own sea of chaos. It was like being mocked. Witnessing one of life’s greatest treasures, being so far out of reach. Wanting to taste the forbidden fruit once, imagining the holy power that radiated within this grail.

It all only succeeded in bringing back memories of what could only be described as the days of oblivion. A time when he was happy, able to enjoy a day with his loving family. Unaware of the evil which is this world. Ignorance being one of the most greatest bliss, until it was all taken away. Or was it a time of weakness? Depending on others and failing to be of any use alone. The time of the most worst vulnerability. It being a blessing in disguise how his world shaped out to be. If not for it, he could have surely died long by now. Though such a thought only brought him to spiritual tears. A victim to his own fate, he was torn between what all he could truly do at this point. Growing accustomed to a forced life that brought a longing yet survival. Choosing to stay clueless to any sort of unhappiness he would feel. Convincing himself long ago, the sleepless nights filled with sobbing and isolation, this was the life to be happy living. Now he was but an empty canvas which produced ghostly illustrations.

Kutari would sit in isolation for several minutes. Pondering all that had crossed his mind. Attempting to plead with the inner child who was sound asleep. This happened every now and then, feelings he was unable to describe surfacing. He would be numb to their touch, the sensation trying to be transferred. As he suppressed his inner dialogue once again, he rose from his chair.

A moment of peace and quiet, a luxury he was unable to experience during the passing hour. Numerous children and families came to his door and tired him out. He was sick of it. Their high pitched tones, silly remarks and unqualified attitudes towards the situation at hand. Utterly convinced this was just some game to them. He needed someone different, even if it was for a few moments. If he had to talk to one more family, he wasn’t sure what he would do.

Deciding to take his own personal break, he left the office and locked the door behind him. Checking his surroundings in hopes of seeing no one coming his direction. He needed some fresh, or...misty air. As he looked to his left, he could see more potential students arriving for some assistance. He instantly turned right and walked with a quickness. Good thing he didn't have his headband where it was easily visible, planning to blend in with the visitors.

Making his way to the front of the academy, he slipped by the front desk as they prioritized the arriving students. Finally escaping the stuffy insides of the building, he was free to roam around the grounds for a short amount of time. Having a chance of relaxation he walked away from the entrance and got some distance from the growing sounds of laughter. The air was cool and the mist thick to make evading an easy task for someone of his traits. Kutari wanted to free himself of the growing pressure of family in the back of his mind. Get away from children and parents seeing it as nothing more than a nuisance. In no shape or form would he ever gladly accept this sort of work again as a Shinobi. It was just aggravating.

The mist began to shed light upon a particular tree in his field of vision once getting close. It was rather tall for the surrounding trees height, offering a decent amount of shade for anyone present underneath. Though the idea of shade seemed to be a lost art for residences of Kirigakure. Typically having overcast and mist for days. He failed to see the reasoning behind resting there at the time, as he did enough sitting in the office for the past hour. He would have easily passed beside the tree without hesitation if it wasn’t for the person he saw sitting underneath it. Spotting her quickly due to the contrasting colors of the tree and her appearance. Consisting of a pattern being white and blue from what he could tell at the very least. She looked to be idly stationed there, fumbling around slightly. Looking her over quickly, failing to find some sort of injury or indication of disabled functionality with her body. She was just some pale girl relaxing under a tree. Or was she?

Kutari was concerned. Her eyes wide open, she was too close to the academy simply due to coincidence. The thought of her possibly being an academy visitor rattled around his mind, looking to register as a student in the coming minutes. What’s worse, she could be with family, meaning the boy could very well be surrounded at this very moment. If this was the case, he could get in a lot of trouble being so far away from his post while on duty. Eye witnesses would easily be able to describe him, especially this girl being so close to him. Despite her distant stare into the mist, one misstep and he’d be caught red handed. A scenario he wasn’t interested to gamble upon happening.

Sighing with a dissatisfaction alongside irritation, he looked towards the girl to speak. A monotone and robotic vocal expression was displayed. Feeling as if he was rehearsing his lines as he looked at her, back to babysitting kids it seemed.

Child, are you here to enroll in the academy? If so I can help you whenever your parents return. Unless you already have the documents on hand, in which case I’ll gladly sign you up without parental supervision.

His last remark came out suddenly as his mind drifted. The rehearsal was far from over in his mind and he was sick of the bush being beaten. Barely even noticing the remark he just made, he looked towards her with a disinterest. Another child, she seems quiet. Hopefully she has the paperwork and he can avoid all the mushy parenting.

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Post by Aura Yukimenoko on Sun Feb 11, 2018 8:00 pm

As Aura had expected, the laughter of children and responsible, loving parents echoed through the mist which obscured all vision but her own, of which she had none to begin with. In some shape or form, it did bring some sense of happiness and relaxation to her conflicted mind, thinking of what it would be like to have anyone like that, anyone at all. On the other, it twisted the knife in her heart deeper, a pain that grew every passing second she spent here. She didn't know why she subjected herself to this torture, when she could instead go work, maybe save enough money for a small house. It was better than realizing her dream may never come true. The way of the Ninja was not something you could learn by a book, and in her case, she could not watch it either. Any solo training without some form of assistance beforehand always ended in a fruitless endeavor for her. Not only that, her control of chakra could not be any worse without the guidance of at least a novice. Her mind was too full of negativity, strife and pensive, so it would not come to her at this rate. Aura was about ready to give up, when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Had someone come to see her? It made sense, considering she was essentially Genin-Age, staring out into the sky without a seeming care in the world. It was at least slightly suspicious, though she figured it wasn't enough to cause trouble. Regardless, someone was nearing her, and she would have to strike conversation with them. It didn't scare the young woman; in fact, she was gladly willing to talk with someone that might listen to her, to vent her frustrations and maybe, just maybe, somehow get her into the Academy. Since she couldn't see the person in question, nor could she discern what direction he was coming from exactly, she simply awaited their arrival, slowly calming and collecting her thoughts, those bright pale-blue eyes closing. This was it, she thought; if nothing good came out of this now, she would consider staying in Kirigakure a complete waste of her time. She figured maybe one of the other Five Great Villages might take her in, if Kiri would not, as she was not so pessimistic as to give up the life she sought completely. It just would have put a damper on her mood if she could not do it in the home her mother provided for her; she didn't consider the house her fosters lived in as home. She considered the whole Village her home, where she wholeheartedly loved it, despite how little she had seen, and how many rude people she met up until now. The misty weather, while not visible to her, gave her comfort due to its icy nature, a perfect habitat for one of the Ice Bloodline; not that she knew she was a part of it, of course. That was to be learned another time. When the newcomer finally made it to her trees, she opened those eyes of hers, letting out a deep breath. As soon as she heard their voice, that's when she would face them as accurately as she could. So she did.

...This boy represented the Academy? It wasn't an adult? He might actually let her in? All of these thoughts trailed through her as the unemotional voice trembled into her eardrums. This might be her chance, and she couldn't pass the opportunity up. On the mention of parental supervision, her look soured slightly, but not enough to hide her growing smile. She didn't need any parents. No, she was going to convince him to let her in by any means necessary. Aura would no longer work for others, only herself! At least, in a better way, as she knew she'd have superiors; just not ones that would abuse her...probably. And ones that won't hurt her, too. She had no reason to trust Kutari, or anyone else now, but her overflowing optimism was kicking in at the simple contact with someone around her age. Time to respond! With that, the girl slowly looked over to him, absently staring into his intense eyes with her own soft ones, and said...

"...O-oh! I didn't see you there...enroll into the Academy? Well...I really wanna, but..I heard they wouldn't take a girl in as old as me...I'm eighteen, after all. Plus, I don't have any parents...not anyone I consider as such, anyway. Not anymore. I'm just sitting here, thinking of what it'd be like to finally become a Shinobi...I...I read stories about them. Good and bad. It's not all white...but...I can't be useless anymore. I have people I need to teach a lesson, and until I get my own, it'll never happen...whatever it takes to get in, I'll do it. I don't care, just help me, if you wish to...but I understand if you have no interest. I'll leave in that case."

It was all or nothing from here. If he started to resist, she planned on putting on her cuteness and charm, she heard boys love girls that fawn on them. But she was confident in her answer, and gave the boy a stern look in his direction, of determination, little blue fires growing in her eyes. This wasn't simply a child, even if she acted, or looked somewhat like one...she had seen strife already in her life, no doubt about it. And while Kutari might not know, she wasn't going to stop until he gave in, either. That position in the Academy, she reasoned, was as good as hers, and nobody, especially not a young man, was going to stop her. Never.

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Post by Kutari on Mon Feb 12, 2018 12:14 am

Kutari would observe the girl before her, paying attention to the finest of details. He clearly saw the girl able to respond almost perfectly to his voice, despite her glance seeming to be far from what was seen as reality. As if she viewed a different world as her stare seemed unfocused. However, he could only have theories that were yet to be proven. Her actions would decide whether or not he needed to force test his theories. Only reacting with a glance from what it looked. He saw no hints of her movements other then a tilt of the head, her lower body ceasing to be mobile.

He would allow the child to speak, given her quite some time if necessary. Acting as his alibi to his superiors at the academy. If he was questioned later on that day regarding his absence, he’ll be helping out a lost child across the way. Given the chance to stay out of the office and be within a quiet space sounded like heaven at that point. A luxury he would cherish. Though as he began to relax in the chilling fog with this unnamed girl, his vacation surely ended. A pity really, becoming pessimistic regarding the concept of peace this day. His aloof expression would escort a mysterious demeanor to what exactly was going on in his mind. Spectating the girl begin to speak as he heard the soft tone of her voice he remained stationary. Staring deep into her clouded blue eyes to come to some verdict. He was not one to automatically assume without hard evidence, it only being a tactical disadvantage. Relying on such information and it potentially being false would be devestating. Though the evidence was rather clear. Despite all of this, he listened to the girl speak.

During her speech, he would let out a faint cough. Failing to be loud enough to derail her thought process unless she held some weaker mental fortification he was unaware of. While doing so, he slightly shifted with an interest in mind. Continuing to watch the girl and listen, able to appreciate the grass around with a much more detailed eye positioning. Feeling as if this new demeanor lacked a different range between the two, but intensified their lock. His body aching and manuevering to match.

With a raised eyebrow, he stared at her with an interested look. Wondering what all she was thinking. Preaching to him as if she was trying to convince a judge of her innocence in a crime. She had some form of passion in her cause, even though it encompassed a timid attitude. It seemed she was quite serious about her resolve, wanting to make some sort of name for herself. Or could it possibly be a goal? Every person in this world could be described as having a goal. Whether it being a global scale or personal. Good or bad. Possibly both. It all seemed to end in similar fashions however. Either a failure in completion, or success. Gaining a form of both would never be possible, it only ending in failure. Currently, it seemed he was the force that was able to bestow her the chance to accomplish this task, or simply shoot down her dreams from the start.

Was Kutari happy to have such a power? The choice of completely crushing dreams or allowing the to be pursued. Finding some means of causing pain and suffering to others? Not exactly. He didn’t find some sick joy out of this situation. The possibility of shooting someone down and keeping them in the dirt was of no interest to Kutari. What he was more interested in however would be the extent in which she would go if she could become a Shinobi. How hard she worked and how much blood could be shed in the process. Hopefully being others blood. Especially since she described herself as “useless.” What reasoning does she have to describe herself as useless so casually? As if it was one of the most well known facts of the world. Why did she continue to be useless? What changed her resolve from before and now? He had so many questions to ask and ideas that surfaced his mind. Drowned within a sea of flooding curiousity. Though one of the biggest questions he had was how the hell could she be older then him.

The girl spoke as if she was telling the truth. Having a certain ring about her that seemed to fail telling a lie. If this was the case, what reasoning would their be to not be accepted into the academy? He was recommended and placed into the academy with relative ease upon joining the village, despite only being one year younger then this girl. Many of his arena peers were put into the same boat, quite a few years older then even he. If that’s the case, what exactly made her so special? Unluckily so that is. He wasn’t buying the full story, or more so didn’t see reason to budge just yet. It was a good story sure, but his own curiousity would be this girl’s villian that day. Or possibly her hero. Depending on how this situation would play out. Kutari was fully willing to deny the girl her chance and be on his way, seeing no reason to give her the chance she wanted. For all he knew she was just one of those kids that thought being a Shinobi was all fun and games. Or at least in her case a Kunoichi. He was sick of seeing so many individuals who never had to kill before even fathom such a concept. If you wanted to experience this world, you’d have to do anything possible to reach your goal. Power and influence was only second to the truth that laid dormant in the task of a Shinobi.

He would look over the girl once again. Staring deeply at her. A focused stare that typically yelled caution to those who viewed it.

People to teach a lesson...How far are you willing to go to teach these people? Will you kill them? What does it mean to be a Shinobi to you exactly? You’ve heard the stories supposedly… Of what “we’re” capable of. What I’m trying to ask is...Why should I help you? What is your resolve which makes you no longer want to be weak.

He would begin to grow with an intensity. Never raising his voice or yelliing, but his words having more bite. His eyes becoming wild as he slowly recalled the adrenaline and battles he’s been apart of. Still wishing to get stronger to defeat his opponents. Finding his own sick pleasure in defeating his opponents, inflicting the most pain possible. His allegience to the village was another story, basically being bargained like chips to join. He barely considered himself a shinobi in such a sense, and didn’t want to hear the typical village nonsense. He wished to know what was her drive. The reason behind her decision and sudden interest in becoming a Shinobi. Eighteen years and now was the time to follow her dreams? It seemed too odd. He failed to be frustrated or angered by the girl whatsoever, actually lacking any personal vendetta towards her or the cause she had. He just needed to know why. Proving to him that she was a cut above the typical kids who want to become shinobi. Teaching a lesson is good and all, but he didn’t need an ally who would be so easily satisfied. Once conquering this goal, it being the end of her journey. Unable to trust such a person with his life. Though at this point he trusted none, if anything asking these questions with a part of himself in mind. Almost as if a mirror had been placed between them.

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Post by Aura Yukimenoko on Mon Feb 12, 2018 4:28 pm

As Aura sat, enveloped by the serene tranquility of Kirigakure's Mist, she listened attentively to the young man in front of her, secretly congratulating herself on the conversation so far. She had hooked him with her story, and while every word of it was true, she knew it was needed to be as brutal about it as possible. Every word counted, in her mind, and she wasn't going to let him off easily at all. She would tell him every last detail of her life if she had to, this being her final gambit for this Village Hidden in the Mist. That included telling him how awful her own family had been to her, kept her from being the person she wanted to be, and worst of all, isolating her from anyone that could be deemed friendly towards her. Aura wasn't going back to such a life if she could help it, and would travel every land until one of them accepted her. Thankfully, it wasn't as if he was simply a means to an end; she could feel intensity from his gazing eyes, emotion hidden beneath the mask that was mechanical in nature. Something must have changed him, just as she was changed, in a way, but must have dealt with it differently compared to her. Either that, or he went through something even she could not imagine. Maybe he was just like her, and together they would show the world that it cannot bring them down, no matter what it tries. That sounded wonderful to her...heck, maybe he'd be her boyfriend! Thinking a little far there, but she couldn't help but consider the notion, and he was the first male other than her foster that she had any meaningful conversation with. Things would get interesting from here on out, she thought. With a final sigh, she slowly stood up, almost dramatically, but with conviction, somehow managing to stare dead into his eyes with her non-responsive ones, and spoke up.

"...If you're asking if I'd go as far as to kill them, then no. I would never...but that's you assuming they deserve it. These people...they were my foster parents, you see. When my mother gave birth to me, she died twenty-four hours after due to health complications caused by the father. Another note is that I never even knew who he was...why? He raped her...died days afterwards when he ran away, from what I heard. They had some type of disease that transmitted to my mom, and not only was she killed by it, but...it robbed me of the gift of sight. From the day I was born, I've been completely blind. After my momma died, I was given directly to some close 'friends' of hers, to be taken care of for the rest of my life, as she had no relatives to send me to...while I can't blame my mother for knowing, they never treated me like a daughter. I was isolated from the world, and was never allowed to make any friends whatsoever...by now, I figured they were afraid that if I was strong enough, I'd try to learn more about my mom, and figure out the truth about these disgusting beings. A month ago, when they had finally decided to take me outside and on a picnic to the forest, I thought it'd be the best day of my life. It ended up being my worst. They hired some slavers to kidnap me and take me far away, to either live my life pleasing other men or to kill me...it wouldn't have mattered what reason, once I learned it for myself. A student from the Academy here saved me, and escorted me back to my house. The door was unlocked, so of course we both went in...that's when the truth was revealed to me. They set me up, so they could get rid of me forever...and so they could keep my mother's belongings...MY belongings...to themselves. At the time, it broke my heart, so I ran away, crying my little eyes out...it was not like I could do anything. I was weak, because they taught me to be. But after spending a month out here by myself, taking abuse from some of the bosses I've had during work, I gathered the courage to come here. I don't want to just kill my foster parents, Sir...I want to humiliate them in front of the whole Village...and make them suffer for what they did to me. I never hated anyone in my life; not that I had the opportunity to do so...but them? When I'm through with them, they'll feel just as isolated from the world as I have all my life. They'll learn what it means to mess with Aura Yukimenoko...and will have to live with the rest of their life, reliving the moment when I have them under my boot, having them begging for mercy, over and over. When they've been dealt with...I'll finally be able to live my life as I wish, with no burdens on my heart. I want to experience the world around me, become strong, and battle others...I've always wished to do so, from the books I've read...sure, I'll meet hardship...I'll have to deal with murder, theft, rape...all the cruelties of this world. But if I had to choose between the horrors this world has to offer, and my old home back with my foster parents? I'd cut off my leg if that was what it took to live out here. I won't be isolated like that anymore, and I won't let myself be weak anymore...all the while, I'll never stoop to the levels they have. I'll make this world a better place, so little girls and boys never have to go through what I have. Even if my suffering is not the worst of the worst, it's not a contest. No one should have to deal with pain all the time...once I become a Kunoichi, I'll do my best to prevent any sort of tragedies, whether it be in vain or not. That is my reason for wanting to enroll...not because I want to strive to be the Mizukage...not because it's a game. No...it's to live my life, the way I want, and to help others do the same."

Her rising emotions were clear as she spoke out from the heart, tears welling down her eyes freely...and yet, she had the hardest look a girl like her could muster. Pure hatred within her, a child assumingly too kind to really have such an emotion. She wasn't a kid with a silly dream; she was a woman with a burning passion, not only to take revenge on the ones who wronged her so, but for the opportunity in general. Her hands clenched tight, chest heaving slightly as she breathed a bit rough, face crimson red, contrasting to her pale body. Soon, though, she would calm down, wiping the tears from her face and fixing her pretty white hair, catching her breath. It was his retort now. She wondered if he would believe her or not. Only time would tell.

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Re: A Great Day For Patience(P)

Post by Kutari on Tue Feb 13, 2018 4:16 am

“Interesting,” the boy would think to himself. His theory seemed to be true, the girl lacked any form of accurate eyesight. Though it wouldn’t be the words she spoke that enlightened him. More so an inability to adapt to his new eye level. She seemed to comprehend language and typical social protocol, having made decent eye contact with him. Though once he crouched down during his cough, intending to mask any shifting grass sounds, she failed to make up for his recent movement. Essentially staring at the same eye level area he was at prior to crouching, which would be quite a few feet. He expected to see her head down to match his eye contact.

The combination of her eyes cloudy expression, distant stare and incompetence to shift her contact made it clear. She was blind. Though he chose to continue on with his actions and listen to what all she had to say. Her blindness being the least of tactical interest to him. Knowing full and well though sight was important within a battle, it typically played tricks. Your other senses being of more importance in the long run.

His attention would be focused on the girl as she began to talk. Wanting to see her answer to his many questions, all leading to one simple concept he wished to verify. With the beginning of her sentence, Kutari was heavily displeased. Unwilling to comprehend having such a passive nature despite them being the reason he wished to join the academy. He was willing to kill about anyone, lacking any sympathy to spare.

Though he of course knew everyone wasn’t the same way. However, he at least expected her to be willing. In his idea, everyone deserved death that was willing to challenge others. It being a natural and necessary cause to survival. For that reason when she commented on who he thought deserved such a thing, he agreed. Feeling self explanatory in a sense. Though she would of course fail to know that.

Listening to her personal life inspired….nothing. He felt little to no emotion as she explained to him her heritage. Wincing little at the emotional words she so easily expressed. Watching her speak, he wondered if something should be presented at that time. If he was in the wrong for wielding any emotions to spare for her. Only given a strong numbness and distance towards the situation presented. He then wondered why she would give him such information. Was this apart of her attempt at convincing him to join the academy? It seemed as if she was avoiding the question entirely, or possibly trying to give him a sob story to listen too.

Him out of all people would be the least moved by such a story. Though surely another would be able to feel and even soften up on the girls verdict. However, this was nothing more than a story to Kutari. Albeit one that meant far less to him in terms of importance for the objective at hand. This objective being her qualifications. His heart was cold and incomprehensible detached from the world. Torn between wanting restoration and having content with life as is. This story exposing no internal aspects of him. Which in fact showcased much about who he was. Though this would fly completely over her head surely.

He would continue to listen, fully absorbing the story with a grand numbness. Wondering when he’d get past this lengthy description of her life story. As she commented on her blindness, Kutari appreciated her admitting to such an inheritance. It becoming a rather emotional conversation for the girl, he wasn’t fully sure if that was her rational mind speaking or simply emotion talking. Regardless, her lack of hesitation took him so far to believe it was rational thinking. A girl who told the truth and presented her cause bluntly. He liked it.

Kutari continued to listen, noticing the area around him. No faint winds or any weather changes other than the great mist. A fickle setting truly. Being hellbent on a cold and gloomy nature. Of course relating to the boy. He would listen as she talked about her foster parents. Sounding like a bunch of abusive assholes to be frank. Reminding him a bit of the adults who “took care of him” for about seven years. Looking back, he wouldn’t mind killing them. Hell, the boy likely would enjoy it. Finding it as an entertaining task to do. Though as he slightly regressed from the present, he was pulled back in by the girl. Talking about her wishes to cause them to suffer. An endless cycle of torture and depression to set in for those two once she was finished with them. Disgraces to the village and regretting the day they ever treated her so fouly.

Making Kutari grin in the process. How could he forget? The personal relationship between a torture and their victim. How sickening it truly was what happened between them. Relapsing on his time in the “daycare.” Having to beat and abuse his own peers for the satisfaction of his own slavers. Becoming nothing more than a sick power grab for control. His grin would be matched with a piercing stare of excitement. As if learning of a great treasure. Appreciation for the thought process she had. Possessing a crude side to her that Kutari fully loved. That’s what he was looking for. Though it definitely deviated from the meaning of becoming a Shinobi and possibly the basic requirements to work as one, Kutari was pleased.

Maybe she wasn’t as good-willed as he initially thought her to be. Having a demonic nature that could be admired and fully explored. He would have to see what she was made of later on. He only hoped he wasn’t perceiving the emotions she was currently displaying incorrectly.

He would continue to listen with a revived interest. Though her following words would begin to lose the boy again. His own twisted heart having no interests in such heroic thought processes. Especially speaking on a topic that he could relate to. He tried to respect others feelings, their experiences and what they’ve been through. As everyone feels differently and can never truly understand another and reasoning behind their actions. But this? Making the world a better place? For little boys and girls? He imagined swiftly the life he lived for so long. The other factions he had to fight and people he needed to defeat in order to be fed at night. In the arena, forced to combat for the entertainment of others.

Seen as nothing more than a foolish animal that helped sell t-shirts. Unable to fathom the many other institutions and underground battles which copied the same methods he understood so well. She would try to stop all of that? And then some? Then what about the victims that survived such a hellish life? Filled with abuse and torment for so many years. Himself seeming to arrive typically later than the other children acquired years prior to his age. The trauma that filled their hearts. Was she trying to fix them? To fix Kutari himself? Such a feat seemed impossible in his eyes. Hell, unwanted even. Feeling as if he was completely content with the life he now lived. A mistaken sorrow surfacing once again due to making such a thought. He was unable to think about what made him go to such a life. The starting point. Only triggering him more to ravish the area around him.

He now carried the expression of an animal. Wishing to attack the prey he seized his eyes on. Eyes squinted and body determined. Lowering his gaze slightly as his head tilted down. A look of blood presented in his eyes. Wishing to see its exposure. Though he had no intent to attack this girl, at least not yet. There was no reason to. And despite his rather bloodlusted personality, he was not the type to simply attack a random person. Even if they said something mindlessly. Sure he had no consideration or understanding of the value of a life, but he wasn’t at the state to kill randomly. For fun maybe, but this wasn’t a situation meant for fun. Sadly, he thought.

Pondering the idea of his growing rage becoming that of a “contest” in her words, he needed to answer now. His prompt to do so in this interaction. He softened the gaze and stiffness of his body. Relaxing his arms and fists that were once subtly clenched. Wiggling his fingers around in a quick motion as he cracked them methodically. Without the assistance of the other hand. He then looked at her, who witnessed her gaze soften as well from once being hard and brash. Seeing the emotion leave her exterior and it returning to rest. He looked at her, long ago standing up tall once again while in the midst of her speech. His eyes once again carrying that longing aloofness. Lacking passion and making up with it for a cold, unamused cloak. He spoke, with much more precision with his words. Far from able to consider her fluctuating feelings. Speaking with efficiency in mind.

And what of those who strive to live such a life of chaos and mayhem? Who killed for the pleasure of seeing heartache and pain? What about the ones who were victims of these people, now infected with the same bloodlusting plague.

His last sentence being a byproduct of his own circumstance. He would continue after a short pause, if she tried to speak between this moment of silence he would continue speaking. Uncaring for what she had to say yet. Wishing to test her mind and making it aware to her he wasn’t done just yet. Adding a dramatic effort to what he deemed the truth. There are no heroes in this world. No good or kind hearted souls wishing to save. If they did, it only being an effort to benefit themselves.

What if you were forced to kill? It being a choice between there death, or the deaths of many. The entire village even. The home your mother resided within and potentially loved being turned to dust in a matter of seconds. Are you willing to murder them, resulting in you “stooping to their level?” Or allow the mass to die, due to your lack of heart for what could be seen as the greater value. Even your lack of action would result in their deaths. Being a tragedy in itself. The young Kunoichi who failed to save the village. How far are you willing to go for your resolve? To subjugate this damned world’s evilery that cause so many to cry and perish with no hope of redemption? Will you deviate from your purpose, joining the many devils that inhabit this world? What will keep you from abandoning this perceptive child's dream.

He would stop there. Noticing himself go on and on. Deviating from the main topic at hand. Ignoring the reason of this entire conversation. However he needed answers. What caused her to be so different from the people in this world? Who he’s come to know as the only true people this world had to offer? Never reaching their goals and only falling in the process. Becoming a beacon of destruction and hate. Much like himself. An evergoing conflict that would never end. What made her different? He would let out a lengthy sigh as he witnessed his own agitation cause his vocal speech to quicken. Unaware if his heart was beating quickly. The emotion he was able to present easily surfacing now.

Once you’re free, and fully able to travel this world without aid or shackles...If you grow strong and able as a shinobi...What sort of promise do you have not to change? Failing to change or forsake who you are now. Continuing to be a beacon of hope and safety. What makes you the undying hero. With so many heroes having fallen, to rise as the many villians you see to this day. Words you say today being so similar to the ones they once spoke. I'm curious, what makes you so different?

He would leave this conversation at that. At least his piece currently. He wanted to know what was her reasoning. Unable to believe this girl so easily would be the answers to others problems. The one person who lacked any ill intent. She already told him how she felt. Her “resolve” and reasoning of wishing to fight. He needed to know now if she was willing to stay on that path. If she was truly a being of utter good, failing to ever change. Staying on a righteous trail. Swaying Kutari that he would make the correct decision. Otherwise, he could very well be recruiting a being who would end up just like her foster parents and his captors. Succumbing to the evil whispers of this world in the form of heartbreak and struggle. Or likely her own role as a Shinobi and what she had to do causing her to crack. He needed to see what made her different. Not just from who these people once were. But also who he once was.

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Re: A Great Day For Patience(P)

Post by Aura Yukimenoko on Tue Feb 13, 2018 8:16 pm

The long, eerie silence that accompanied her speech didn't make Aura too uneasy, seeing as the one she spoke to seemed to enjoy the quiet more than a lively conversation anyway. As his questions droned into her mind, she was able to pick up on something in particular. He wasn't just some regular old Genin, he was not green. There must have been something he was hurt by so young, too, but he decided to deal with it differently than her. She had no clue of what it could possibly be, so she decided that it was best to not question him on it. Right now, the young girl was more concerned with how he took her words, and whether or not any of it had value to him. She had to admit that a little of what she said was cheesy, and on top of that, many before her had said it, she assumed. But it was how she felt, how she wanted to live, helping others and helping with the rehabilitation of those who have already suffered. That's when the conversation began to take a dark turn for her. What would she do if she had to kill, in order to save lives? What would she do about those who took part in these twisted games, and about those who have suffered because of them, truly? How far would she go to achieve her goals and prove her resolve; would she befall the same fate? Most of all, what really hit home...what made her any different?

By now, it was painfully obvious Kutari had an ulterior motive other than checking her worth for the Academy. These questions were not something one wishing to be brought in would be asked, and they were mostly dark and physiological in nature. For most, the answers that would come forth out of them would take intense days of pensive in order to come to fruition. Aura, however, did not have that time, and as such, she began to panic a little inside. She slowly sat down again, eyes pasted to the grass beneath her feet, as she fortook a meditative position, her surroundings colder than usual. In fact, even Kutari would begin to feel it...he was close enough to notice that it felt as though they were in a compact blizzard, as her mood skyrocketed back and forth. Immediately, it was clear she was from a bloodline that allowed the use of Ice Release. Of course, she had no control of this power, nor had the power to use it, so no caution was really needed. It just made the point that those questions bored into her like a drill in ore. Five minutes she sat there, swallowing his queries and reaching out for her inner self. This moment was more important than an Academy entrance now; her ideals and morals were in question, and she sought to justify herself. It finally hit here on the fifth minute, her gaze slowly finding him in his new position, as she recalibrated from her burst of emotion moments ago.

"Those who act like, or worst than my fosters...it would be my duty to fight against them, too. The ones affected by their cruelty...I extend my hand to them. If it's not accepted, I reach out longer. As much as some may deny it, even the worst of heart, in the end, are alone, and afraid of such...all they need is someone willing to be their for them, and help pull them out of the pool of darkness they bask, even embrace, in. When it comes to death...if it was the only way...a last moment decision, before the collapse...that's a hard notion to think about. But...if they threatened all I loved and held dear, the ones others held dear, while being a truly despicable monster of a being...I...I think I would. Even then, though...stooping to another's level...it wouldn't be, in that case. I would be fighting for love, not for chaos, greed, revenge...whatever the reason. I can't plainly say I'll be different from the heroes that made the same vows I do. It's all up to the objectiveness of it all...but if I had to say why I'm different...it would be that I've already dealt with tragedy. Maybe it was not the worst to experience in the world...you could have been through something worse than me, for all I know. But I know what it's like to fear death...to do as your told to survive...how badly the need to kill in your own defense is. That's where the difference lied. When I was with those kidnappers...I couldn't feel any intention to kill them, even with my whole life at stake. If I had the strength to fight, I wouldn't have. I don't care about my own life much...it's others. As of now, I don't truly have anyone I care for, because I speak with everyone, and feel...empty. I don't trust them. You're the first person in a while I have felt safe with. In the end, my purpose is clear...I'll do what I can to go against my own demons...to not break under the horrible things I may experience later in my life, so I can be someone that another can look to for support, rather than stray away in disgust or fear. I can't tell you that I won't change...but what I can tell you is that I'd rather die than be anything like the ones who betrayed me. Seeing as you're the one I confess this all too, as well...let's make a deal."

The girl then stood, reaching out to the Genin until she could feel her hands on his shoulders. With that firm grip, she made the best eye contact she could with him, her resolve as tough as steel.

"If I ever become just like them...I want you to kill me."

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Re: A Great Day For Patience(P)

Post by Kutari on Thu Feb 15, 2018 12:41 am

He waited in anticipation. For the answer which could decide it all. It being up to her persuasive capabilities to sway Kutari. The motive sewn deep within her heart being the decisive factor necessary at this moment. As he was fully aware of the questions he was presenting her. How dense and controversial the lot of them were. Wondering if she began to question or possibly catch onto his reasoning behind thinking so deeply. Shedding light upon his ulterior motive within this conversation. It no longer being a conversation between a recruiter and a prospect. This would be a clash of differing ideals. Kutari presenting her a chance to decipher to him how she thought. What made her so hellbent on training to become stronger, and the resolve she carried. He’d spectate with a more accurate eye now. Discerning her facial expressions to see what conclusion she came up with. Or the inner conflict she would possibly be presented with. Were these ideas she never thought of? Only to prove Kutari’s suspicions of her being nothing more than a headless chicken having no structural support to her claims. Currently clawing for some answer to his many questions.

He would wait in silence with the girl, as he expected her to speak quickly. Being carried away by herself to showcase the lack of control she had over her own emotions. Lashing out in a panic to answer with a suddenly thought up idea. Only to hint at her inability to make a sound argument. Kutari wanted to see the girl break, proving that she wasn’t prepared for such a life. That he was correct and she lacked any backbone. Being drowned in her own lack of rationality consideration. Eager to see this once masked confidence be shattered. Confirming to Kutari she was just one of the typical optimist who lacked any realism. Ultimately that she was another child.

However, the blind girl lived up to his expectations poorly. In fact, she unknowingly sabotaged the predisposed idea he had of her. Instead of lashing out to crack under the raining pressure he laid upon her, she instead sat in silence. Seeming to fumble with her thoughts through a newfound purpose. He was able to notice her “stumped” status. Years of psychological warfare and nitpicking causing him to tell between that and a mind built upon fortification. These would all be questions that an unprepared mind would have difficulty answering. Kutari having built his own consciousness upon such a grand way of thinking. Making an effort to see the bigger picture, yet easily notice the details presented.

It was a bit unfortunate for the girl, she had no clue who she was truly dealing with. Not to say Kutari was a big shot within the village, nor would he care for such a reputation amongst the villagers; however he was far different from any typical academy teacher of faculty. The fact the girl was an adult proved to work against her as such, Kutari failing to let up. Seeing her as of age to be prepared for such questioning. If he wasn’t satisfied, he’d happily leave her there at that tree. Sulking in the grass and staring off into nothingness. It wasn’t his problem anyway.

As he watched the girl seemingly detach farther from reality, he assumed his work was done there. Though it hadn’t been long since she completed her action of sitting, the look upon her face was similar to a state of petrification. Kutari assuming these deep rooted questions finally being challenged by such a cold source being the reasoning behind her state now. He could only guess the girl never shared any of these thoughts with others in life. For some reason relying on a complete stranger to project her inner voice. Exposing too much information about herself to a person she didn’t even know. Though, Kutari knew why she relied on him. She wanted something.

Obviously being her chance to “shine” as a Kunoichi. Humans never ceasing to amaze Kutari with the sheer ignorance of their own actions. Diving head first into the tank filled with sharks. They truly were a fascinating species he enjoyed watching, if it only be for utter amusement. For a moment during their conversation he hoped to find some anchor to make him interested in her presence. Sadly, she failed to make it happen. Joining the ever growing list of bland people. He wasn’t interested in spectating humans built upon boredom for a long period of time. Though he gladly would watch them for the initial excitement they presented like just now. Knowing their inevitable fall and refractory period to come to Kutari.

Seeing this interaction as done, he would begin to turn to talk away. Bored of the tensions that failed to reach his darkened aura. Reasoning with himself the office would be of more interest than this girl and her faulty dreams. He could feel the cold presented around him. It’s chilling effects. Though, Kutari noticed how it was different. Aware that he was a cold person in nature, yet he never felt it so physically before. It creeping up behind him like a formidable thief. He was unable to feel an intent to kill from this sudden temperature. Yet it’s presence would in fact cause him to turn once more. Simply due to natural reaction to an unsuspecting force. Could a challenger be near? Suddenly reaching the village, prepared for a battle to the death. The sudden temperature drop to such an extent would suggest the Ice release kekkei genkai he’s been forced to match up against quite a few times.

The Land of Water often seeing people of such a power, and quite frequent in the underground arena. As he turned to face his foe that seemed near, the interest to battle evaporated. Instead replaced by a raised curiosity.

The source of this power would seem to come from no great warrior. Or possibly he was deceived and that would be the case. No sudden attack upon the village or even himself proved to be true. It all instead surfacing from the girl before him. The same one he had already given up on. Seeing her as a typical child who wanted to keep her head in the clouds. Though this sudden surge of power and potential was unexpected. The exotic leading to a predictable sign of interest. He would look at the girl who sat at the tree. Curious if she was someone different. Her expression seeming to remain unchanged, though the weather around her instead painting the emotional rampage that would be happening.

How….Intriguing. Albeit, Kutari wouldn’t describe this as the most interesting discovery in the world. It was actually quite typical of the kekkei genkai he knew of. Wielding a very miniscule amount of interest to her. She was still the same girl he talked to not only seconds ago. However, this girl displaying such abilities would raise his attentiveness. At least she held some uncommon abilities in her blood. Maybe she’d be a worthy opponent in time. Kutari would experience the shifting temperatures. Raising and lowering in accordance to her most sudden movements. Retina twitching, muscle contractions, such movements which would expose the correlation between this girl internally and the power being displayed that day.

Kutari decided to stick around. Though not just to witness the surging ice temperatures that even left behind shards of ice. Maybe even the grass itself beginning to gain icicles due to this intensity similar to a “compact blizzard.” But instead how seriously she was taking this conversation. Her drive and intent being ever present. Wishing to see some change regarding her mundane life. Though this not being the only info of importance. But the sudden change.

All that she had experienced up until now seemed to never cause such an active function. At least from what he was told, as she expressed to him quite the life story so far. However, despite the abuse she was presented, abandoned lifestyle she’s lived, and background that she must accept for the rest of her life...Few acts have caused such a similar surge in her. What would she be pondering internally that made her feel so invigorated? Did he truly break the girl down to the point of incomprehensible hate and resentment? Was she now cracked? Possibly to join him in his endeavors.

A sort of twisted tag along. Kutari unable to express someone to be his comrade so easily. Only being seen as a tag along. Or was this power due to a newfound path? Forged due to his continuous battering and back against a thick wall. Would she soar past what he initially expected to be far beyond her peak? He wanted with an utmost anticipation now. The temperature unfazing him. Adapting to the weather in the mist in time to gain some resistance to this. Though his flaming passion and interest to fully witness this phenomenon keeping him intact.

It seemed to take quite a while. As Kutari long since dug his hands into his pockets. Out of boredom and a slight shiver. His patience being tested and flame beginning to dim. Though he was persistent on witnessing this. Seeing this to the end and what she had to offer. What would she say? If she ended up accepting her fate as it was, Kutari would be infuriated. Seeing the weakness she was speaking of. Never wanting to help such a defeated individual. As he watched her for some time, finally seeing her move to find him. It was time. The decider he was oh so patient to wait for.

Her persistence and undying loyalty to her faith was what she first opened up with. At least in Kutari’s eyes. Which rubbed him the wrong way. Would this just be another waste of his time? Just repeating the same sentences with no real meaning. Extending her hand longer if rejected? Who did she think she was exactly? What would make people like him want to even consider such a hand. Hell not even him, but the world? It seemed as if she completely sidestepped his ultimate question. Choosing ways to address other topics of interest but not the main bulk. He was displeased, though continued to listen. Wondering now if she had something new to say.

As he listened, he would feel offended. Somewhat resistant to her words as she aimed around to hit a nail. Finding a mark. His own war internally giving out and the losing party raising in joy for the support they needed. Feelings of loneliness and fear? What could she possibly even fathom from such a claim. Understanding each and every soul there was. Who the hell did she think she was? Once again preaching as if she’s some prophet looking to wipe away the tears of many. No one can be saved. There are no saviors in this world filled with monsters. Though, this girl seemed to be unable to fully comprehend such a concept despite her own life difficulties. It infuriated him to hear words that he once wished to be true. Isolated and alone, wanting someone to save him from the hell he witnessed daily. To find some form of peace, yet evade quiet as it typically led to isolation. Wanting friends and loved ones to share such ideals with. It wasn’t real. She was nothing more than a fool trying to play good in an unforgiving world. At this point, Kutari seeing it necessary for her to be taught a lesson. To truly experience what this world had to offer, and stop with her frivolous words. To keep him from feeling hope.

He looked her over, with a craving to silence this girl. Her words cutting like a knife, now wishing to bleed the previous handler. She was speaking nonsense, and should pay for her actions. Hopefully she’d learn soon enough. Her incapable mindset to kill was still present. Even if it was the utmost importance. How weak. He could imagine the girl dying due to her own hesitation. Her enemy stabbing her through the heart, as she refused to kill them. This pale gaze would reach far and wide, as a burrowed hatred continued to react. She seemed to be the living opposite to him. He despised it, being questioned about such a topic he believed to be so right. Not even able to understand it to the fullest capabilities.

The love she spoke of made him wish to roll over underground. How could she speak of something so unrealistic? Fighting for love? It’s origins being weak and a sense of vulnerability. He wondered just how unorthodox was she truly to speak as such. It irritating him more and more. Trying to listen with an unbiased and sound mind. Though he couldn’t, his own demons ever present.

Kutari would be caught off guard as she actually seemed to answer his question. Though taking some time, reaching the main question at hand. He was bewildered at how green she was. Her thoughts truly being like some hopeful kid. Oblivious to the true world. Her difference lying in the experience of tragedy? How else have heroes been made? These people didn’t just become such a way for fun. They’ve all felt the tragedy and tried to then save others, only to suffer in the end. Slowly turning into shadows of their former selves. She was coming off to be so lacking. This is what he waited for? To simply be mistaken with her own claims? Just as he predicted to be the case? Everyone cracks at some point.

It was apparent to the boy she had some resilience. Though he was determined to believe she would follow suit in the end. Especially with her lack of killing intent with those who would do it with pleasure. Though what continued to fill him with anger would be her statement about herself. Saying she cared little for her life. What is a savior who has no self worth? Unwilling to take care of themselves? Instead dying worrying about another. Will you live on through them? No, simply dying in vain as they surely would become savages just like the rest of them.

He had heard enough. He was ready to make his decision. Be rid of this green girl that would only die in the end. Saving her the trouble of wasting her own time. About to cut her off and speak, he was ready to shoo her away. However, she spoke with a purpose that caught Kutari’s interest. Wishing to strike a deal. He waited with an idol stare. Waiting to hear some other recycled processing to listen about soon enough. It wasn’t until she rose and walked towards him that he became weary. What did she want now? Her speech only upsetting Kutari in several different ways. A cold hatred that matched the temperature fluctuation earlier being present with Kutari. His own radiating brilliantly with disappointment.

Her optimism infuriated him after all, feeling as if she had no real direction to walk. Unable to see the world for what it was. Though wielding no pity for her. As she grabbed Kutari’s shoulders, which typically Kutari wouldn’t allow. Refraining from touching others as he wasn’t interested in the sensation. This being a special moment as he decided to respect the girls wishes.

Her offer would hit Kutari like a truck. Unexpecting such a direct method of intent. Was she crazy? How serious was she truly about this piped up dream. Her sudden words left Kutari speechless for a moment. Watching this girl from his stature, as it was already an awkward task in itself to reach his shoulders from the height difference. He wondered what was she truly. Convinced she had to be someone that believed in fairy tales. Staring at her as his mouth laid parted slightly.

An expression of confusion mixed with shock presented as he witnessed what was perceived as idiocy at its finest. Slowly his expression vanished, and in seconds he was beginning to laugh. A sickening laugh to himself in front of the girl. Having to the grab the upper part of his face due to the sheer amount of amusement he gained from this little deal. Her tone being so serious. How could she be serious about this right now? It was cracking him up. He laughed a small amount as he slowly began to calm down, completely ditching what was his “nice guy act” up until now. Trying hard enough to be the proper worker, she was testing his patience. He wouldn’t limit himself any longer. If she felt so comfortable and safe around him, then she should truly experience what she’s signed up for. The demon within taking root and working alongside him in a collaborative effort. Her words touching little that he could barely muster. Being safe around him? He was far from a safe creature to lay near, it being an attempt to sleep near toxicity at its finest. A victim of the world itself. Though he would play along, as his interest was somehow peaked with that comment. It being the idea of giving her what she deserves in the form of death, or actually seeing her succeed up to perspective. Calming down quickly, he spoke. Still amused with an excited voice.

You’re possibly the biggest fool I’ve come across in this village yet. You’re digging your own grave with such a mindset. This world is empty and filled with nothing but monsters. Though I have to admit I admire your determination, it’s only a fools in the bitter end. One that will die if not on the battlefield, then by the hand beside them.

Kutari would begin to speak more clearly and serious as he spoke longer. Getting back to the task at hand after the hysterical words spoken that day. He spoke now with determination, the excitement still there but his eyes rabid now. Keen on seeing this developing disaster, or possible gift. Wanting to see the full capabilities of this situation.

Fine though. I’ll play your little game. I’ll help you join the academy and become the Kunoichi you so desperately wish to reach. Once you’re on the fields as an combatant thanks to this world built on chaos, I want to see how you handle. The first enemy you come across. Whether he kills you first, or you kill them. Inevitably killing yourself regardless in the end, as you’ve forsaken yourself. Which I’m sure will happen in the bitter climax. You’re no different from the other “heroes” as far as I can tell.

As he said heroes he would exaggerate the terminology. Almost mocking it. Being a non-believer in such a creation.

No hero I know hasn’t experienced tragedy in their lives. It’s what makes them want to be heroes in the first place. Inevitably becoming what they swore to defeat. Seeing the world for what it is. However, maybe you’ll prove me wrong. Prove the whole world wrong. But I doubt it. Your type typically fails, which is why we live in the world we currently reside in.

He would end his sentence with a snap. Turning now towards the academy with purpose at hand. As he turned he would calm down. Relaxing, returning to his rather distant expression. Seeing that this girl would end up just like the others in due time. He was sure of it. He had to be sure. Otherwise he would be wrong, and only lying to himself since being a child. Invalidating all he’s done the past years. That was impossible however, convinced he was right. Expecting the girl to have let go long ago, he would begin to walk towards the academy. He had business to take care.

Follow me then if you want to begin your life filled with disappointment and disaster. Continuing your destined cycle of tragedy. I’m sure you can tell the direction I’m walking. Though if not you won’t even be able to enter the academy.

He would then begin walking to the academy expecting the girl to follow. If she was to be a Shinobi she’d have to take care of herself as well. Meaning no guides, needing to keep up with the people surrounding her, and wielding a perceptive intellect to make up for her lack of sight. From there they would walk in silence unless she initiated some form of speech during the walk. Entering the building, he would walk towards his office and sit, waiting for the girl to enter and take a seat in front of the indicated visitor chair. Making sure to ignore the glances and stares that may be presented to him, being out of the office and leading some girl to the academy. Even matching the stares with his own display of pent up emotion. He would walk with a swiftness and purpose thanks to his long legs and drive. As he walked, pondering this new contact and why she would go so far. For a moment pondering what if she could prove him wrong. Though such a thought was silenced instantly. It being impossible, though he began to feel an odd numbness. A sensation to not wish for the death of an interesting anomaly so quickly.

If all went as planned, he would be seated watching the girl across the desk. Asking her name in the process of retrieving registration papers. Getting her into the academy would be a simple task, at least for someone of his current status in the work line. However, her competence in graduating being a completely different story. He would wait for her to give him her name so he could write it down. Beginning the process to properly verify the girl as an academy student. It seemed in the end she would get what she asked for. As foolish as it seemed to reach for.

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Re: A Great Day For Patience(P)

Post by Aura Yukimenoko on Sun Feb 18, 2018 1:46 pm

The suspense nearly mentally killed the young woman, after her long speeches and convictions. The final moment was upon her, and while it was exciting, it made her all the more anxious at the same time. It would be best if she didn't break the silence, just to be respectful to Kutari as he thought, just like he did for her, but all she wanted to do was urge him into his answer. Despite this, her lips remained sealed, so while she waited for his response, she would let her mind wander. At first, it was just a recalling of her previous experiences within the world, wanting to draw strength within and from it, to prepare herself mentally for the path she would take from here on out. However, that was quickly turned into deep thought of the very boy before her, Kutari. Lots of things made him stand out compared to others, good and bad. For once, it honestly felt to her like he may have only approached her with an offer into the Academy for his own selfish purposes. She obviously couldn't prove this, considering she had no solid evidence of such, but it stemmed from that stiff, mechanical voice he had been trademarked with up to this point. Devoid of emotion, it was the same type of tone a detached serial killer possessed. But no, he was no killer; not in the traditional sense, that was. He had asked her what she would do if she had to kill, so it was obvious he's had to himself at some point. Not only this, though, he seemed to have a heavy distaste towards the mentality a hero would have, which made her consider the fact he didn't believe such a path, perhaps thinking it as nonsense. It was all baseless conjecture, though. That was, until Kutari started to laugh.

His laughing was almost maniacal to her in nature...as though he had lost it. This was definitely no ordinary boy; he had to be jaded to the core. This confirmed her suspicions of, though the only queries remaining was a why, and whether or not he could be evil. Reflecting on previous points of her conversation, she remembered a pause after asking what she would do for the people affected by the cruelties of chaos, who end up gaining the same, or a similar, mentality as them. She figured this was what had happened to him; he must have dealt with something truly horrible in his past life, and ended up losing his path to it. It had to be the only reason. Her deduction felt even more confirmed when he called her an idiot for the deal she asked of him. Aura did have to admit that she was going to extreme lengths just to get into a school, but she honestly didn't care at this point. If she couldn't do anything at all to learn how to be a Kunoichi, her life would end up holding no meaning, in her mind. To top that, she's still a kid at heart, despite her resolve and ambitions. To her, this was the only way, when she could have tried to talk to someone nicer the next day, or simply move to another village. But this was the village her mother loved and protected...it would have felt wrong to learn the craft from anywhere else but here, and she didn't want to take any chances with another Academy roamer. That being said, she knew it was going to be tough being around someone like him at all, to try and rehabilitate this broken boy. She couldn't consider anyone who had forsaken the way of honor and righteousness a man. Maybe she'd be the one to make him one. This gave her all the determination she needed to deal with him for now, and hopefully she would gain a life-long friend for her efforts. Or he would kill her. If he did, though, she knew it was of her own error; but at least she followed her heart, the very thing she believed in the most, and valued over everything else.

Aura had a little of a smug smirk as she heard him say he would put her into the Academy. It was a devilish action for her to do, but she just couldn't help it. The young woman was proud of herself, and she also knew that she would never forsake herself or her mother. All that was left now was to follow him to the grounds, and be registered right away. He started to leave without a word, probably hoping she would not be able to follow due to her lack of sight, but she was right at the end of his heels as he took her in. The sounds of those footsteps were just loud enough to follow, after all. It wouldn't be long until they were sat in the room together, just a table apart, and she was asked her name. This was the beginning of her new life as a Kunoichi, she told herself mentally. She knew it would pay off.

"My name is Aura Yukimenoko."

-RP END, leaving thread. Kutari closes.-

[Total WC: 870 + 4060 = 4930]

Training:
Using 4000 words for training all 8 Specs to Natural (8 x 500 = 4000)
Using 750 Words for training 3 Academy Jutsu -
Jutsus being Trained For:
Name: Body Replacement Technique (変わり身の術 ~ Kawarimi no Jutsu)
Rank: E rank
Type: Defensive/Supplementary
Duration: Instant
Requirements: -
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Description: With this technique, users replace their own body with some other object within 50 meters of themselves, generally with a block of wood, the moment (or moment after) an attack lands. This creates an optical illusion, making the enemy think the attack was successful for a brief moment after landing before the user disappears in a puff of white smoke and the object is left in its place. From this, the user can use the lapse in the enemy's attention to attack or flee from the battlefield. The jutsu can be prepared in two ways, by either touching and planting chakra (the activation cost) into any object at least the size of the user's torso at least one post before activating the jutsu. The second way is for the user to weave the hand signs (Tiger → Boar → Ox → Dog → Snake) to move the users chakra into the environment and find a suitable object for substitution as in the other method (as long as one exists). With either condition met, the user can substitute themselves out of the damage of an attack and re-appear in the place where they pulled their substitution from. The movement of the substitution itself uses the principle of the body flicker to make the transition seamless and near-instantaneous. Outside of the one post preparation time, once the jutsu is used it cannot be used again for 4 posts after the user is substituted.

Name: Transformation Technique
Rank: E rank
Type: Supplementary
Duration: Indefinite
Requirements: Special Concentration. The user can maintain this technique so long as they do not take any external damage above light bruising or paper cuts.
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Description: It is typically used to change into people other than oneself, but one also has the ability to change into animals, plants, and even inanimate objects like weapons. This gives this technique an abundance of uses however any transformations into weapons or the likes that could cause damage will be incapable of doing so. The jutsu can be activated by the user thinking of what they want to transform into and imagining their new appearance as they weave together the (Dog → Boar → Ram) hand seals. Although some transformations can be incredibly precise, those that try to copy another person can never be completely accurate given the nature of pulling from memory and there are often flaws to be found depending on the skill of the user.

Name: Water Surface Walking Practice (水面歩行の業 ~ Suimen Hokō no Gyō)
Rank: E rank
Type: Supplementary
Duration: Indefinite
Requirements: -
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Description: This jutsu is a simple one but an excellent marker of increasing a ninja's ability to mold, maintain, and control the release of their chakra. By releasing chakra into their feet in a steady and even amount, the user is able to create a pad of chakra as a repellent force to stand on the surface of water. Not to limit the options but the user can also use the chakra as a minor attractive force to stand on surfaces without falling off, like climbing trees by keeping their chakra flow consistent. As such when a person is using this technique they can walk freely across any non-chakra infused surface regardless of angle, gravity, etc...

150 Words being used for training Perception to 3.
30 words being Discarded.
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Re: A Great Day For Patience(P)

Post by Kutari on Mon Feb 26, 2018 6:39 am

Kutari would sit behind his chair examining the girl before her. The individual who single handedly riled his anger due to her frivolous ideologies. Her thoughts being at the mercy of idiocy in itself. For a moment he questioned whether she was truly serious in her endeavors. Potentially being a ploy to convince a staff member entry into the academy schooling system. Though her demeanor sentenced a form of questioning. Though such a sequence would be useless as he knew the answer. This girl was actually serious, as foolish as she seemed. He decided prior to respect this brash mentality by accepting her into the academy. Though as he thought more about it, was this truly all she needed to be satisfied? Would she take advantage of this opportunity and make the best of it? Was it even worth going through all the trouble. If she was serious about becoming strong and able, she would have began training long ago. How dependent must she be to rely on the academy. Even if she did so simply for her mother… What stopped her from training prior? Able to work with little supervision but unable to begin training. All of these questions struck through his skull. What could this girls true intentions.

Despite all of this, he made a deal. He would honor his words from prior, being reminded at his sudden interest in her capabilities. Whatever thoughts that may run through his mind, his interests were still peaked for a small amount of time. Mainly due to the sudden flux of pure power in the form of temperature radiating from the girl. Proving to possibly be a fun opponent in the future to come.

Taking in her name, he would begin to start the process of registering her into the academy. Not before simply stating to her in a focused manner, “Kutari.” Meant to incite the idea this was the name he went by. Seeing no reason to look up at her, due to her disability. Completing the documents that were necessary prior, needing to be filled out and properly signatured. As he did all of this he spoke little to the girl instead of the necessary questions and clarifications. Residing within his mind as he passively went through protocol. What felt like an eternity finally passed which Kutari had no ill feelings with. A much more silenced room then what he had to deal with in the form of loud children was bliss. Having more time to focus and receive some environmental peace.

Nearing the end of the registration, he wondered about another topic. The “deal” they made only a hour ago. Was she suggesting they’ll see each other again to where he would have a chance to carry out such a task? Typically genin come out of the academy quickly, some shinobi never knowing one another in a village. Either being due to the mundane status they have locally, or a habit to refrain from conversing with peers. Though, he answered her as if he knew they would meet once again. Already knowing this would happen. Pondering upon the chosen words between the two. Possibly due to the heat of the moment and clashing ideologies, or maybe something more. We questioned whether he was interested in seeing this girl again. Outside of simply wishing to battle. Looking her over briefly, he expressed simply nothing. No true feeling or passion to be near her. It could simply be nothing. His over-analyzing mind becoming a hazard to himself. As it’s done many times before. He would leave it to rest as he finalized the paperwork.

And with that, she would be registered in the academy. It was up to her now whether or not she could get stronger and graduate. Soaring higher than what he initially expected of her. He signaled her time to leave, her presence no longer being necessary. Watching as she left the room, he would continue on with his grueling work. Aware he had a few more hours on the shift.

The time couldn’t have went by quicker. He was sick of listening and watching kids go on and on about their dreams. Or the excitement burrowed within their hearts. He was ready to get home. Possibly get some food. Likely train, as he knew the Chuunin exams were nearing. Aware he had some more work to do if he wished to be a strong presence for his opponents. Imagining the battles he would have soon to come, he went out to begin his training. Traveling to his typical island to grow stronger. The image of Aura only being a far away memory. More important task being in the front. He traveled with haste, passion filling his heart. This was one of his most desired form of fun after all. Setting the day to finish up his Ninjutsu training, being a much more potent vessel. It involved his control and capability to produce masses of chakra physically. Aligning in hand with his fire affinity to become a better master at such a craft.

-Exit-

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Ninjutsu to Skilled (3000/3000)
Strength from 0 to 50 (2500/2500)
Speed from 0 to 50 (2500/2500)
Perception from 0 to 50 (2500/2500)
Chakra from 10 to 18 (400/400)
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