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Bone Fields

The Bone Fields is considered one of the more grim and solemn areas of the Great Wind Desert; the site of a battle, long forgotten by time. The sands here are littered with countless skeletons, half-buried, but never covered entirely by the dunes. Storms shift the sands, covering and uncovering the bones in random cycles, while also polishing them to take on an almost shining glow in the sunlight.
 

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Resetting here with Jiraiya: https://animebase.me/threads/jiraiya-the-villages-madness.766905/#post-21895316

The infamous white-haired man, wearing the colors of Mount Myoboku, formerly known for the novels of Icha Icha, had become lost with the sands of time. His whereabouts lost to memory and his legacy having been washed away. He was traversing like a nomad through the desert, his face rough and sand covered his cloak [Cloak of Sigurd]. It would seem as if he was moving around aimlessly between the shifting sand dunes and the shining bones protruding like spikes and revealing the horrifying past. Though he was accompanied by two shadows sitting upon his shoulders, their silence unusual and their gritty faces hidden beneath their hoods, protecting them from the beaming sun [Hope & Will]. Another, larger figure was jumping along behind him through the hot dry wind, one that covered its head with a straw hat and his blood red armor hidden away from the sunlight by white drapes [Gamamusha]. A large canister on its back, with the symbol for water upon it, as well as two bags lying across his back, their supplies for their journey. The white-haired man, covered his face with a piece of cloth while supporting his body with a wooden staff, allowing him for better balance as he moved through the treacherous landscape [Greatstaff of the Guardian]. The traveling nomad had moved across the desert for what had seemed like a lifetime to them, and neither of the shadows following him knew exactly what his aim was, but he had told them he was searching for answers and for inspiration. It was at a time where they were at the summit of a sizable sand dune that he decided that it had become time to rest. The sun was lower and could be seen nearing the horizon, which is why they were in the shadow of the sand dune. Taking the white drapes from the large shadow and placing the wooden staff into the sand dune he was able to create a small tent, while creating a small bonfire a few meters away from it, where they would sit and rest for the time being.
 

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[Coming from here]

Flying atop his Sentient caramel dragon, Sin looks out over the barren terrain as he can see various convoys or groups looking to trade in these parts, but one in particular stood out that caught sin's attention. As he looked down, the older man with the white hair really stood out. The dragon landed nearby and Sin jumped off and walked towards him.

"Well i'll be dammed, if it isn't the hermit himself.... what brings you all the way out here? Come to join the Air nation?"

[Inviting gutsy to Air Nation clan]
 

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This post serves as an introduction to Azuma as a character.
Mission Starting In This Post With Element:
(4) - Steal A Large Or Valuable Asset


The mission had gone swimmingly up until about five minutes ago. A few days ago, while he was wandering through a town on the outskirts of the Great Wind Desert Azuma had been contracted local noble to fetch what he had described as a "family heirloom" from a hidden vault in the nearby Bone Fields. In particular, the noble had mentioned a very large, finely cut diamond. Why the man had hidden his vault in the desert was beyond him, but alas, it was money, and seeing as he was a long way from anywhere he could call "home" it was certainly worth the time. He had figured the reason the noble needed a ninja to fetch the item for him was because the conditions of the "Bone Fields" as they were called were notoriously deadly.

Eh, it was just a bit of heat. That was nothing too crazy where he came from.

Regardless, even then he had thought the mission to be a tad over-ranked. An A-Rank? To grab an item? Nonsense. There wasn't even a risk of conflict, much less any sort of difficult by the sounds of things. The noble had even promised him that he'd deliver the key to the vault via hawk. This sounded easy, to say the least.

It was only upon receiving a messenger hawk which carried two scrolls a few hours into his journey that he realized something was up. It had read:


Dear A,

While I said I would send you the key to the "area", I appear to have lost it. You may have to enter the "area" through brute force. I'm sure you should be fine; who knows, maybe you don't need a key. The second scroll the hawk carries can be used to seal an item, by the way. Interesting, all of this sealing stuff, don't you think? Apologies for the earlier confusion; I hope this does not impede our working relationship in the future. After all, we are friends, right?

PS: The hawk will follow you. It will return to me when it needs to.
PSS: The hawk knows what you're looking for.
PSSS: I doubt there will be anybody else watching the "area" but you should know that there are others who claim they own said "area".


-Your employer


Ah. So it was THAT kind of "fetching". Well, it'd been a while since he'd stolen anything. Upon reading the message, he'd let out a sigh and tossed the scroll to the side. As he'd anticipated, the hawk had flown up and begun circling him. He would be here for a little longer than expected, then; well. That was alright, he'd be fine either way. Yes, this was fine. He could use some practice breaking and entering, with it being such a common request.

Despite this, a problem had arisen.

These are the coordinates, so where the hell is the vault?!?

Azuma was, admittedly, completely stumped at the moment. He was standing in the middle of the desert atop a small sand dune, surrounded by a few larger dunes and pillars of rocks that had formed over the years. If he squinted, he might have been able to spot a bug or two crawling on one of the rocks, but beyond that, there was nothing indicating any sort of life around here, and CERTAINLY nothing to indicate the presence of a vault.

The sand was up to his ankles, his feet were chafing against the backs of his shoes, and the sun was pounding on his exposed neck. Regardless of his time spent living in the heat, this was miserable. Thus, trudging through the sand, Azuma found his way into a spot of shade underneath one of the rocky pillars so that he could think unimpeded. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out an apple, taking a bite as he analyzed the situation.

Ugh, this is absurd. Leave it to the guy who tells you he OWNS something that you're about to steal to screw you over.

He glanced around, resting his head on the rocks behind him and sighing. Finishing off the apple, he tossed the core to the side while he reached into his bag to grab a water bottle. Water sounded great right now.

Well, food and water aren't a problem, but I really do need to find this damn diamond. Did he give me the wrong coordinates?

He thought back to the message he'd received earlier in the day, thinking out loud.

"Area... no key... sealing... hawk... the hawk knows what you're looking for. What does that mean?"

He glanced upwards to see the hawk, stalwart as ever in flying circles around him.

No, wait.

He was flying circles around the small sand dune, if Azuma's eyes didn't deceive him.

Well, only one way to check. Standing up and breathing in, Azuma began to mold chakra in his belly, applying the fire nature transformation while he did so. He then exhaled while looking straight up, releasing a bright, relatively small ball of flames up into the sky. Following this, he observed the ball's trajectory.

Yep. It was a few meters to the right of the hawk; not even within its circle. The hawk was definitely circling over the sand dude. It briefly occurred to

Ah. That made sense. The noble had mentioned something about the vault being hidden, hadn't he.

Well, I guess I need to listen more carefully next time. But for now...

He needed to be careful. He didn't quite know what the vault looked like, and he doubted it could withstand a full strength fire jutsu. Thus, he'd need to do something less directly damaging. Thinking quickly, Azuma figured out a solution quite handily. He had access to an element that worked well in this situation. Considering his options wisely, he came to a decision.

Azuma drew his katana from his sheathe and began to focus a large amount of Futon chakra into the blade. Surely this would do the trick.

"Futon: Senmōfū!"

Swinging his blade horizontally, Azuma felt a large mass of chakra leave his blade and erupt outwards in the form of an immense gust of wind. The dune was small; the gust was... perhaps a bit too large. Almost instantaneously, the wind picked up the sand that made up the dune and began to toss it around like it was paper. Even some of the surrounding sand was picked up. It was in this moment that Azuma was glad he hadn't used a tornado or whirlwind technique and had instead used something that only threw things in one direction.

After the gust cleared, all that remained of the sand dune was a few spread out mounds of sand. The rest had all been scattered to the winds, no pun intended. And as expected, sitting there was a three foot by three foot cube of what looked to be some sort of grey, hard, clear rock-like material. Upon further inspection, encased in the center of this rock was what appeared to be a very, very large diamond.

Yep, looks about right. Now... how do I go about breaking it?

Azuma tapped the hilt of his sword against the cube a few times. Nope. Nothing. Ah. Well, shit. That didn't look too good. He wasn't sure he had anything in his arsenal that could break this open without destroying the diamond. This was quite a problem.

****, what do I do now? ...Learn Doton, I guess?

It was at that moment that Azuma heard the distinct caw of the hawk that had remained in the sky all of this time. A few seconds later, the bird pulled in and landed on his shoulder, dropping the second scroll it had carried onto the ground at his feet. Upon bending down and picking it up, Azuma unravelled it. It had several markings written across its insides, all of which Azuma recognized as some form of Fuuinjutsu. He personally didn't know Fuuinjutsu so it was all gibberish to him, but he understood the jist of what the noble wanted him to do.

He reached down to pick up the cube. It was quite light, surprisingly. He then laid out the scroll and placed the cube in the center of it, before making the tiger handseal, as indicated by the only imagery on the seal that he understood. And thus, with a poof of smoke, the cube had vanished. After rolling up the scroll, Azuma placed it within the hawk's talons, but not before taking out a pen and writing a message of his own.

Now, where do I go from here?

A day later, the noble's messenger room received the scroll; as such, they sent out the payment with another messenger hawk. However, upon further inspection, those who worked in the messenger room discovered something odd about what they had received. Delivering it to the noble was a simple task for the assistant assigned to the duty; after all everything the man had asked for was there. It was only after opening the much smaller, non-sealing scroll attached to the first that things became interesting.


Dearest Employer,

Next time you hire somebody, please inform them what it is that they are actually doing. Attempting to complete a job without a clue as to what that job is tends to be quite difficult. Furthermore, you should know that stealing is illegal in Wind Country. It would a great shame if the nature of your most recent actions came to the attention of the Daimyō, would it not? Of course, this would be easily preventable if you could do me the slightest of favors in providing me a room to sleep in when I am passing through town. After all, we are friends, right?

-Your Employee


It would oh so nice to have a place to sleep next time he was in that town. As the hawk flew off, Azuma chuckled lightly and began to walk in the direction opposite from where he had came. Surely he'd run into somebody.
 
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This post serves as an introduction to Azuma as a character.
Mission Starting In This Post With Element:
(4) - Steal A Large Or Valuable Asset


The mission had gone swimmingly up until about five minutes ago. A few days ago, while he was wandering through a town on the outskirts of the Great Wind Desert Azuma had been contracted local noble to fetch what he had described as a "family heirloom" from a hidden vault in the nearby Bone Fields. In particular, the noble had mentioned a very large, finely cut diamond. Why the man had hidden his vault in the desert was beyond him, but alas, it was money, and seeing as he was a long way from anywhere he could call "home" it was certainly worth the time. He had figured the reason the noble needed a ninja to fetch the item for him was because the conditions of the "Bone Fields" as they were called were notoriously deadly.

Eh, it was just a bit of heat. That was nothing too crazy where he came from.

Regardless, even then he had thought the mission to be a tad over-ranked. An A-Rank? To grab an item? Nonsense. There wasn't even a risk of conflict, much less any sort of difficult by the sounds of things. The noble had even promised him that he'd deliver the key to the vault via hawk. This sounded easy, to say the least.

It was only upon receiving a messenger hawk which carried two scrolls a few hours into his journey that he realized something was up. It had read:


Dear A,

While I said I would send you the key to the "area", I appear to have lost it. You may have to enter the "area" through brute force. I'm sure you should be fine; who knows, maybe you don't need a key. The second scroll the hawk carries can be used to seal an item, by the way. Interesting, all of this sealing stuff, don't you think? Apologies for the earlier confusion; I hope this does not impede our working relationship in the future. After all, we are friends, right?

PS: The hawk will follow you. It will return to me when it needs to.
PSS: The hawk knows what you're looking for.
PSSS: I doubt there will be anybody else watching the "area" but you should know that there are others who claim they own said "area".


-Your employer


Ah. So it was THAT kind of "fetching". Well, it'd been a while since he'd stolen anything. Upon reading the message, he'd let out a sigh and tossed the scroll to the side. As he'd anticipated, the hawk had flown up and begun circling him. He would be here for a little longer than expected, then; well. That was alright, he'd be fine either way. Yes, this was fine. He could use some practice breaking and entering, with it being such a common request.

Despite this, a problem had arisen.

These are the coordinates, so where the hell is the vault?!?

Azuma was, admittedly, completely stumped at the moment. He was standing in the middle of the desert atop a small sand dune, surrounded by a few larger dunes and pillars of rocks that had formed over the years. If he squinted, he might have been able to spot a bug or two crawling on one of the rocks, but beyond that, there was nothing indicating any sort of life around here, and CERTAINLY nothing to indicate the presence of a vault.

The sand was up to his ankles, his feet were chafing against the backs of his shoes, and the sun was pounding on his exposed neck. Regardless of his time spent living in the heat, this was miserable. Thus, trudging through the sand, Azuma found his way into a spot of shade underneath one of the rocky pillars so that he could think unimpeded. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out an apple, taking a bite as he analyzed the situation.

Ugh, this is absurd. Leave it to the guy who tells you he OWNS something that you're about to steal to screw you over.

He glanced around, resting his head on the rocks behind him and sighing. Finishing off the apple, he tossed the core to the side while he reached into his bag to grab a water bottle. Water sounded great right now.

Well, food and water aren't a problem, but I really do need to find this damn diamond. Did he give me the wrong coordinates?

He thought back to the message he'd received earlier in the day, thinking out loud.

"Area... no key... sealing... hawk... the hawk knows what you're looking for. What does that mean?"

He glanced upwards to see the hawk, stalwart as ever in flying circles around him.

No, wait.

He was flying circles around the small sand dune, if Azuma's eyes didn't deceive him.

Well, only one way to check. Standing up and breathing in, Azuma began to mold chakra in his belly, applying the fire nature transformation while he did so. He then exhaled while looking straight up, releasing a bright, relatively small ball of flames up into the sky. Following this, he observed the ball's trajectory.

Yep. It was a few meters to the right of the hawk; not even within its circle. The hawk was definitely circling over the sand dude. It briefly occurred to

Ah. That made sense. The noble had mentioned something about the vault being hidden, hadn't he.

Well, I guess I need to listen more carefully next time. But for now...

He needed to be careful. He didn't quite know what the vault looked like, and he doubted it could withstand a full strength fire jutsu. Thus, he'd need to do something less directly damaging. Thinking quickly, Azuma figured out a solution quite handily. He had access to an element that worked well in this situation. Considering his options wisely, he came to a decision.

Azuma drew his katana from his sheathe and began to focus a large amount of Futon chakra into the blade. Surely this would do the trick.

"Futon: Senmōfū!"

Swinging his blade horizontally, Azuma felt a large mass of chakra leave his blade and erupt outwards in the form of an immense gust of wind. The dune was small; the gust was... perhaps a bit too large. Almost instantaneously, the wind picked up the sand that made up the dune and began to toss it around like it was paper. Even some of the surrounding sand was picked up. It was in this moment that Azuma was glad he hadn't used a tornado or whirlwind technique and had instead used something that only threw things in one direction.

After the gust cleared, all that remained of the sand dune was a few spread out mounds of sand. The rest had all been scattered to the winds, no pun intended. And as expected, sitting there was a three foot by three foot cube of what looked to be some sort of grey, hard, clear rock-like material. Upon further inspection, encased in the center of this rock was what appeared to be a very, very large diamond.

Yep, looks about right. Now... how do I go about breaking it?

Azuma tapped the hilt of his sword against the cube a few times. Nope. Nothing. Ah. Well, shit. That didn't look too good. He wasn't sure he had anything in his arsenal that could break this open without destroying the diamond. This was quite a problem.

****, what do I do now? ...Learn Doton, I guess?

It was at that moment that Azuma heard the distinct caw of the hawk that had remained in the sky all of this time. A few seconds later, the bird pulled in and landed on his shoulder, dropping the second scroll it had carried onto the ground at his feet. Upon bending down and picking it up, Azuma unravelled it. It had several markings written across its insides, all of which Azuma recognized as some form of Fuuinjutsu. He personally didn't know Fuuinjutsu so it was all gibberish to him, but he understood the jist of what the noble wanted him to do.

He reached down to pick up the cube. It was quite light, surprisingly. He then laid out the scroll and placed the cube in the center of it, before making the tiger handseal, as indicated by the only imagery on the seal that he understood. And thus, with a poof of smoke, the cube had vanished. After rolling up the scroll, Azuma placed it within the hawk's talons, but not before taking out a pen and writing a message of his own.

Now, where do I go from here?

A day later, the noble's messenger room received the scroll; as such, they sent out the payment with another messenger hawk. However, upon further inspection, those who worked in the messenger room discovered something odd about what they had received. Delivering it to the noble was a simple task for the assistant assigned to the duty; after all everything the man had asked for was there. It was only after opening the much smaller, non-sealing scroll attached to the first that things became interesting.


Dearest Employer,

Next time you hire somebody, please inform them what it is that they are actually doing. Attempting to complete a job without a clue as to what that job is tends to be quite difficult. Furthermore, you should know that stealing is illegal in Wind Country. It would a great shame if the nature of your most recent actions came to the attention of the Daimyō, would it not? Of course, this would be easily preventable if you could do me the slightest of favors in providing me a room to sleep in when I am passing through town. After all, we are friends, right?

-Your Employee


It would oh so nice to have a place to sleep next time he was in that town. As the hawk flew off, Azuma chuckled lightly and began to walk in the direction opposite from where he had came. Surely he'd run into somebody.
This post serves as a beginning to the new journey of Jiraiya and his friendship with Sin and the Air Nation.

Mission Starting In This Post With Element:
(2) – Accept and facilitate a trade


The villages madness is what they had called him, among other names. As he sat in the shade of the cloth he held up with his staff, and the toads upon his shoulders as well as Gamamusha had also taken shelter beneath it, it seemed like a weird bunch. They could barely all fit underneath it, and the white-haired man looked scrawny, annoyed at the situation. As he sat down on the ground below, he saw a shadow that moved across the sand ground, it warned him that someone was above. Yet he sat calmly as he had seen it fly quite far back, he knew what it looked like and if it wanted to harm him, it would have done so long ago. He could hear and feel the sand shift as the being landed nearby, and an individual jumped off and walked towards him. He knew of him, he knew who he was. What a relief. He sat there and smiled for a moment.

“Why it is I! Jiraiya the hermit, and these are my companions, Hope & Will… oh and Gamamusha, he is not much of a talker.”

He stood up from under the piece of cloth, leaving its cold embrace, stepping into the beaming sun.

“I have been searching for a purpose since the events of the past, and perhaps the Air Nation is what I have been looking for. I shall join your clan, nation or whatever it is, to give myself a purpose and to hopefully gain back my will to do good things.” [Joining the Air Nation]

He walked over and started packing up everything, as Gamamusha wrapped his cloth around him, Jiraiya would take his old staff and Hope and Will would jump onto his shoulders. As he walked past Sin, he spoke.

“I hope our alliance will give great benefits. For now, I will travel out in these bonefields, I saw a fireball being shot into the sky quite far away, and I would like to see what it was all about.”

As he said this, he would leave Sin for now, as he would trot through the sand dunes, up and down, like the waves of the sea, Hope & Will still annoyed by the sun as they trotted along. They would soon come over a large sand dune where they would come to look down into a rather large valley, it was filled with sand and bones of the dead, the sand had shifted leaving them revealed. However, it was not that, that caught Jiraiyas attention, it was the living person walking across the area. He would jump and slide down the sand dune as if he was riding it like a wave, until he would reach the bottom looking at the man in front of him.

“What brings you into the bonefields… do you not know that the Air Nation is in charge of these places?”
 

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This post serves as a beginning to the new journey of Jiraiya and his friendship with Sin and the Air Nation.

Mission Starting In This Post With Element:
(2) – Accept and facilitate a trade


The villages madness is what they had called him, among other names. As he sat in the shade of the cloth he held up with his staff, and the toads upon his shoulders as well as Gamamusha had also taken shelter beneath it, it seemed like a weird bunch. They could barely all fit underneath it, and the white-haired man looked scrawny, annoyed at the situation. As he sat down on the ground below, he saw a shadow that moved across the sand ground, it warned him that someone was above. Yet he sat calmly as he had seen it fly quite far back, he knew what it looked like and if it wanted to harm him, it would have done so long ago. He could hear and feel the sand shift as the being landed nearby, and an individual jumped off and walked towards him. He knew of him, he knew who he was. What a relief. He sat there and smiled for a moment.

“Why it is I! Jiraiya the hermit, and these are my companions, Hope & Will… oh and Gamamusha, he is not much of a talker.”

He stood up from under the piece of cloth, leaving its cold embrace, stepping into the beaming sun.

“I have been searching for a purpose since the events of the past, and perhaps the Air Nation is what I have been looking for. I shall join your clan, nation or whatever it is, to give myself a purpose and to hopefully gain back my will to do good things.” [Joining the Air Nation]

He walked over and started packing up everything, as Gamamusha wrapped his cloth around him, Jiraiya would take his old staff and Hope and Will would jump onto his shoulders. As he walked past Sin, he spoke.

“I hope our alliance will give great benefits. For now, I will travel out in these bonefields, I saw a fireball being shot into the sky quite far away, and I would like to see what it was all about.”

As he said this, he would leave Sin for now, as he would trot through the sand dunes, up and down, like the waves of the sea, Hope & Will still annoyed by the sun as they trotted along. They would soon come over a large sand dune where they would come to look down into a rather large valley, it was filled with sand and bones of the dead, the sand had shifted leaving them revealed. However, it was not that, that caught Jiraiyas attention, it was the living person walking across the area. He would jump and slide down the sand dune as if he was riding it like a wave, until he would reach the bottom looking at the man in front of him.

“What brings you into the bonefields… do you not know that the Air Nation is in charge of these places?”
Mission Starting In This Post (Custom Element): (2) Obtain a powerful ally.

For miles, Azuma had trudged through the immense and seemingly endless expanse of sand, dune over dune, hill over hill. Thank god he'd learned Suiton, else this would have been an unmitigated disaster. Pausing to take a drink of water, he quickly reached into his bag and grabbed his bottle. Full, as he'd left it. Unscrewing the lid, he glanced around before taking a long sip.

"Ahhhhh... hits the spot."

Wiping off his lips he then screwed the lid back on and began to continue forwards once more as he sighed, a tad dissatisfied with how dull his current path of travel was.

Why the hell didn't I turn back, if even for the night? Ugh, this is booooriingggg!

You wouldn't believe the look of shock on his face when that changed in a matter of seconds. Over the horizon appeared a figure, confused, Azuma squinted, trying to make out what the figure was exactly. A few seconds later, the figure got close to enough to become a tad more defined.

To say the least, he was a bit shook.

Azuma stood in confused awe as he watched the white haired man in front of him slide down a sand dune as if he was the coolest man alive. The guy was a geezer, plain and simple. He had a long white mane of sorts, and was accompanied by what looked like three... frogs?

Are they summons...or...who the hell is this guy?

Wait, he recognized this man. Yes, there had been pictures of him in books back at his home in the West... was his name... Jidaiya? Jibaiya? No, Jiraiya! Yes, he was a Sage of some kind, and a very powerful ninja supposedly. What in the hell was he doing out here?

It was at this point that Azuma realized something that led him to shake off his surprised expression and drop his left hand to the handle of his sword, his right to the scabbard for support.

Shit! My fireball was probably visible for miles! I was careless, damn. What if he's an enemy? What if he CONTROLS the "vault" I just broke into?

Then, the geezer talked. He didn't seem particularly aggressive, but words could be deceptive. Azuma made sure not to appear relaxed, even if unconsciously he had ever so slightly done so. Hesitating briefly before speaking, his words held a slightly cautious and inquisitive tone. He'd never heard of an "Air Nation".

"...I'm travelling in search of others looking for a home; I come from the far West."

Well, he wasn't COMPLETELY lying; he was searching for others who were looking for a home and did come from the far West.

"What is this Air Nation you speak of? I apologize, I'm new to the area. And you? What brings you here, old man?"

He wouldn't let on that he knew who the man was just yet. Regardless, Azuma had a feeling that Jiraiya had no ill will towards him.


(OOC: Azuma is 14, to clarify. His birthday is in late December; the NW is currently in early December I believe. You can play with the weird age dynamic a bit if you want ;))
 
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As Jiraiya had come to a halt in front of the boy, Hope and Will was silent as they sat there drinking some water from their satchels, while the large Gamamusha sat directly behind him like a shadow overlooking him. His question about the bonefields and the air nation seemed to have propelled off of him, he seemed to know nothing about such things. Instead of delving into the same questions for now, however there were a few things that made him curious about him.

“The air nation is a young nation that have come to fruition through a man who rides a beast of both great beauty and terror, a man whose vision of this place goes beyond anyones imagination, and I have decided to support him.”

As he finished speaking for the moment, he pulled out a small leatherbag, its content unknown, he held it in his hand as his facial expression changed, the same with his intentions.

“You say that you are out here searching for a home, however I see no indications of you having packed your belongings, neither do I see you having enough rations to reach any of the camps or villages that lie in the direction you are going right now. You are but a child in this world, traveling alone and that makes no sense to me. On another note, I noticed the fireball that was shot into the sky where you came from, care to explain?”

He stepped forward, out of the shadow of the toad, and into Azuma’s personal space, looking on him.
 

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[Coming from here]

Players involved: The Pervy Sage
Mission Rank: 3 = B
Story elements chosen:
  • Explore the history of something (3)
  • Investigate the history of a landmark (3)
Date of beginning & date of conclusion: 26/03/19
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Additional information: Sin explores a new area.




Arriving with his dragon made of Caramel that he'd given life to, Sin looked around this new land, deciding to explore those lands around where he'd formed his new home. What he saw was a wonder to be hold but with a grim past to it. Where he landed it would seem as though wind had unveiled a part of the history of the land itself, War. The grounds were littered with the skeletons of the long dead, though the wonder came from how the bones would shine, as the sand had polished them in the storms to give them a glow, a wonder to behold. But that gave Sin and insight into what this land once was, nothing but a sight for a battle, though, looking down something drew his attention.

He jumped off the dragon of his and walked forwards, inspecting the area a little closer. He noticed something. From skeleton to skeleton he looked, brushing sand off some while noticing different things. In some places the sand levels were lower revealing more to him, his curiosity was telling him a story in itself. Each skeleton still had it's weapons sat nearby or say a necklace or something along those lines, stuff that wouldn't be much value at the time, though now seen as relics. No, that's not what Sin was interested in, it was the markings on each of them, be it an icon from an old religion or various languages of old. But why would Sin be drawn to this? It showed that people from all lands and different cultures had been here, fighting, for one reason or another, some holding religious symbols, others just the languages, they were old, like Sin had never seen. How had so man different peoples from different times come to end up fighting over a barren land like this? What was so special about it?

Sin believed there was more to this than met the eye, he could see there must have been a reason for people fighting for these lands but why was it hidden or lost to time? There was one way to find out. Releasing his chakra through himself he releases his powers of sound release to act like a sonar, pulsing outwards feeling everything around. With that his hearing was enhanced as he felt everything around him. The two individuals off in the distance conversing. The snakes in the sand as they slithered, the winds howling in caverns.... wait... Sin opened his eyes looked around, there were no caverns, just barrens of sand and some rocks littered around, but he could feel/hear the sound echoing in an empty space.

(Ototon: Naiteki Ne no Jutsu) - Sound Release: Inner Sonar Skill
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short-Long
Chakra Cost: 10 (-1 per turn)
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The user will enhance their hearing by infusing his ears with sound chakra. Then, by utilizing chakra and enfacing his lungs, the user will be able to control the frequency and intensity of the sound emitted from his simple breathing. This low frequency, inaudible sound is passively emitted and has no effect other than emerging from him and bouncing off of objects. Using the enhanced hearing, the user is able to know where everything is around them, effectively creating a sonar effect through the rebound and reflection of sound waves. The hearing and the sonar effect is precise enough so that one can effectively use it to substitute one's vision in battle if needed. Despite being very effective, specially if the user has any of his other senses hindered, it also leaves the user vulnerable to sound genjutsu or sound attacks which will be much more drastic in its effects.
Note: Lasts 6 turns

He tried to discern the direction, which led him to the mass of rocks off in the distance. But why there. He slowly began to make his way there as his caramel dragon flew up into the sky looking down from above. Making his way in that direction, he could hear it more clearly, the wind and air within the rocks, some scorpions walking on solid stone, there was definately something there, but what? As he got closer he released his inner sonar powers and stood facing a wall of rock. Looking it up and down. He placed his hand on it but it seemed normal. There was only one was to see. His eyes spiralled a dark red to reveal his 3t sharingan as he looked on and what he saw amazed him. Something he never expected to find in a place like this.

( Doujutsu: Sharingan ) Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C - A Rank
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 15 - 30 ( -5 per turn for 1T and 2T, 10 per turn to keep active for 3T )
Damage: N/A
Description:
One of the Three Great Dōjutsu (San Daidōjutsu), the Sharingan is the kekkei genkai of the Uchiha clan. Unlike the other Dōjutsu, not all members of the Uchiha Clan possess the Sharingan. This great Dōjutsu seems to awaken only on exceptional Uchiha members and only in times of great stress. Once awaken, the pupil turns red and a single tomoe (巴) seal appears around the center pupil. As the user masters and evolves their eyes, the tomoe (巴) seals increase, topping 3 per eye. The main ability of the Sharingan, like any other Dōjutsu, is to enable the user to see the flow of chakra. This ability is further improved as the Sharingan gives color to chakra, enabling the user to differentiate chakras from different people or from different sources. Although the user can see chakra through matter, he cannot see beyond dense matter or in long distances. Coupled with the ability to see chakra, Sharingan users gain acess to an incredible clarity of perception that enables them to read insanely fast movements or minor details, enabling them the ability to foresee in an easier way, traps, incoming attacks, etc. This clarity of perception is so great that a Sharingan user can sometimes start performing a counter to an attack that is still being performed, enabling the counter to be launched only a split a second after the attack. This clarity of perception leaves Sharingan users able to track high speed movement easily as well as to read through handseals. This last ability enables them to learn techniques much faster and sometimes copy them directly from the enemy, as long as the user has the necessary chakra affinities and requirements to perform it. Finally, the Sharingan is often linked to Genjutsu and mind-manipulating illusions, mostly because the user can, mostly through Eye Contact, directly and precisely use his chakra to manipulate the enemy's chakra flow. In return, the users clarity of perception gives him the ability to more easily decipher visual illusions cast upon him and see past them. The Sharingan has a great cost to the user though. The chakra consumption disables its use for long periods of time and, even when the user grows stronger, it's still hard to keep it active for long periods of time.
Note: The user, if he hasn't gained full mastery over his Sharingan, will need to spend a move to activate it, although as long as he has chakra and enough stamina he'll be able to keep it active until the end of the match. If the user is Sannin Rank or above and has gained his 3 Tomoe Sharingan and held it for one month, he becomes able to passively activate it, meaning he'll no longer spend a move of his 3 per turn.
Note: To avoid direct Eye Contact and be able to focus only on the body movement below the chin, the opponent needs to have mastered Taijutsu to possess the necessary skill
Note: C rank usage is for 1T Sharingan, B rank usage is reserved for 2T Sharingan. A Rank usage is reserved for 3T Sharingan.
Note: Predicting the nature of a technique or what it exactly is requires the user to either know the technique or that its a cannon technique.
Note: Danzo and Kakashi bios activate the Sharingan by removing the covers in their respective eyes and suffer a +10 chakra consumption per turn penalty
Note: The user is bound by the abilities and limits of the stage of sharingan he possesses, stated in the rules of the KG.

Chakra was flowing around the rock. Streams of Kanji laid over it, it was a barrier with a tag located to the side of him, the medium for the barrier that held it here. Sin wondered how long this had even been here? He stepped over and pulled the tag off and with it, the air rippled and the rocky surface in front of him dissipated into nothing, revealing a set of old rock stairs that led below. It was a time where curiosity would get the best of Sin. Holding up his hand he created a small flame and would walk down into the caverns that lay below the earth.

Following the steps down he saw symbols on the wall, images that looked like text, hieroglyphics maybe? he couldn't be sure he just assumed they were old. He continued to slowly make his way down, noting the damage and cracks in the walls and so on. For rock to crack and be worn down like this, this temple must have been formed quite some time ago. He reached the bottom of the stairs as it all opened up in front of him to reveal a large open area. Pillars held up the roof and in the centre was a item of solid rock. Sin walked around and noticed their were old torches on the walls he lit each one which would then light up the entire room
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Sin then made his way into the centre of the room, towards the large item carved out of solid stone. It was about 1m high and long enough to hold a full grown man's body, was this the final resting place of someone important? Is that why they were all fighting for these lands, to try and find this, but what was so important about one person? He was about to leave when he noticed the main symbol in the centre of the rock, it was one he could never mistaken, it was the symbol of Jashin. A cult, nothing more, Jashin demands nothing less than utter death and destruction. They frames this as a public service, saving people from the fear of death by killing them. They were a bunch of lunatics that no one could ever seems to find the source too. They believed by sacrificing the masses that they would gain favour with their lord Jashin and through that.... Immortality. The worst part of it was, Sin had seen a result of this, he'd met one of these "Immortals" before. Though their flesh doesn't die, you can knock them out, hack them up, bind them and stop them. Now it was all starting to make sense...

This land, the fighting, it must of been the same as the tails of the holy grail, the fountain of youth, it was just a dark history of those seeking to live forever, yet how much blood had been spilled in this conquest. Such a thing had cursed the very lands above to become nothing more that a desolate wasteland graveyard. Well it was time to put a stop to this, once and for all. Sin had removed the ancient seal that hid this place, now it was time to finish off what time had begun to do, the desolation of this temple. He made his way back up the steps, a new look of determination on his face, history or not, he'd put an end to this.

Reaching the top of the stairs now, he turned around taking one more look down into the caverns below, he'd made up his mind. He held up his hand and released an Immense fire blast down into the caverns below, within seconds the ground infront of him all erupted into the air in a large explosion, wiping out any trace as to what was below, as sand, rock and dust now dropped down, leaving a dip in the ground where it had all caved in on itself. It was done with.

(Katon: o-ba-hi-to) Fire style: Overheat
Rank: S
Type: Offensive
Range: short - long
Chakra: 40
Damage: 100 ( -20 each time it is used)
Description: User raises his/her hand and uses all his concentration to attack the opponent with a huge burst of fire.
NOTES:
1) Can only be used 3 times in a battle
2) Each time its is used the damage done to opponent is reduced by 20

Sin turned to walk away, his work here was done, he'd put an end to what could be a potential threat.... or had he....

[Mission end]
 

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  • Fight an individual of comparable strength (3)
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Date of beginning & date of conclusion: 27/03/19
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Additional information: Sin deals with what he uncovered in the depths of the earth...




"And where do you think you're going...."

Sin had just enough time to turn and duck before a blade passed over his head, a scythe of sorts, watching it pass over. His sharingan was still active, perceiving the motion of it. He could see the wire attached to it, seeing it being pulled back to catch him again. Sin rolled to the side drawing his own sword deflecting the blade as it passed back over returning to it's source. Sin now turned fully to look at who it was who had attacked him, and what he saw was truly a horror to behold. It was a man, his flesh charred and burnt, smoke coming off his body as sand clung to his bare open flesh, alls that remained was his his trousers. His lips burnt away on one side, how was this guy even walking. Sin decided to ask...

"And who might you be... friend?"

The man burst out laughing, he sounded insane, though he started coughing and dust and sand came out.

"Bastard... that's you're fault... but i guess i should be thankful, i've been locked in there so f*cking long...."

"Locked in..."

But then it hit Sin. Locked in the temple he'd just destroyed. The tag was to seal the place away. That solid rock case in the center with the symbol on it, that must of been where this guy was kept. Looking at him now, the state of his body and how he was still walking, talking in a state that would of killed anyone.

"Jashin..."

The man smiled holding out his arms.

"Oh, you know of our lord? Fantastic, that means that the brotherhood must have survived while i've been trapped down here..."

Sin realised what he'd done now. He'd freed one of the first Immortals of the cult of Jashin. They must not have had a way to deal with them back then, instead they focused on sealing it away. Hiding it, but even then, look at the death it had caused, this entire area was a graveyard, a testament to this one man.

"Well, i'm sure you're connecting the dots. I could hear from being locked away down there, it seems i was quit the popular guy. Well i guess it's time to do our lords work once more. I've been idol for so long, now i need to make it up to the big man, and from what i can sense, there's a nice settlement off to the west over there... our lord will be pleased..."

Sin's head turned, he knew what the man meant, that was his home, The Air Nation.

"No... i'm afraid that's not going to be an option. If you'd like to go back to sleep, that would be great."

The man laughed, clutching his scythe tighter.

"I guess i've found victim number one... who better than the one that released me..."

Sin knew what this meant. He'd have to fight an immortal. Just what he wanted. But he had no choice, if he didn't stop him here and now, his home, his clan would be next. Sin held his blade and ran at the man now, he'd find a way to deal with this. He sprinted forwards as the man ran towards him, his scythe out to the side, he swung it around into Sin's left side with a horizontal slash, aiming to cleave him in two. At the last second, timing it perfectly with his sharingan, Sin jumped up, placing his left foot on the scythe, pinning it down to the ground as he thrust his sword directly into the man's heart through his charred flesh.

The man stopped for a minute, looking down, taking a step backwards. Sin withdrew his blade and jumped a meter backwards. Had that worked at all? The man then looked up and smiled, coughing up a little blood.

"A nice try, but f*ck does that hurt... you'll be a worth sacrifice for my lord..."

He pulled on the wire to his Scythe, it returning to his hand and he swung, sporadically, constantly, he just didn't stop. If it wasn't for his sharingan, Sin didn't know what would happen, step by step, he'd slowly back away, deflecting blow after blow, he couldn't even form hand seals to use ninjutsu. He was waiting, it was almost time. Then a shadow engulfed them both, Sin's dragon made of caramel dropped down it's front leg crushing the man into the ground, pinning him down. He let out a cry of pain as Sin jumped back to catch his breathe.

Under the foot, the man should have been crushed but he just cursed loudly before pulling out something from his trouser pockets, a tag, it was going to explode. Sin jumped back but the tag went off blowing away the leg of the dragon. Freeing the man. From the smoke, Sin could hear him coughing as his shadow emerged. This man wasn't just immortal, he was reckless and unpredictable, it was a demon in human form, there would be only one way to deal with him.

[1] Sin jumped back and the man walked forwards, his scythe held ready, then he lunged towards Sin once more, swinging all over the place trying to hack him to bits. Sin dodged, blocked, countered, slowly moving backwards waiting for that moment. His eyes met with the man, but the man kept swinging until eventually he made a cut on Sin's arm. Suddenly he he stopped, bringing his Scythe to his lips and licked Sin's blood off it. His damaged sin turned dark with white patches all over it as he drew a circle on the ground.

"Behold, you'll be the first of many to satisfy our lord Jashin...."

"What... wait..."

But the man drew his Scythe into his own chest, stabbing himself. Sin would cough up blood and fall to the ground on his knees looking up.

"Thank you for freeing me... mortal..."

But then the image of sin began to fade, fizzle out like a hologram. It was an illusion. That's when the man would notice Sin to his right, but something was holding him, hands, spiritual hands? But when? He looked over his shoulder and there was an open coffin, the hands were dragging him into.

"What the f*ck... when... how... but i"

He looked down, his skin was still charred, Sin was uninjured...

"You're not the first one of your cult i've come across... if i can't kill you... i can seal your ass away for good... where no one will find you... goodbye..."

The man was dragged into the coffin which closed up, sinking into the ground, sealing him, forever.


[Mission end]

( Doujutsu: Genjutsu Sharingan ) - Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye Illusion
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C - S
Range: Short - Mid
Chakra cost: 15 - 40
Damage points: N/A
Description: This technique is simply the use of generic genjutsu used by members of the Uchiha clan. By simply having their opponents look into their eyes, the Uchiha can lock the user within a genjutsu of their choosing.
Note: Can only be used with 3 tomoe sharingan

( Kinjutsu: Edo Fūmetsu ) - Forbidden Technique: Impure World Seal Destruction
Rank: S
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short-Long
Chakra Cost: 40
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The user claps their hands, causing a coffin, much like the ones used in Impure World Reincarnation, to erupt from a portal near the opponent. The coffin opens up, and ghostly arms reach out from the coffin and catch the opponent. If they successfully catch the opponent, he will be immobilized and unable to react. The arms drag him into the coffin and take him to the netherworld, a dimension separate from reality and which can only be escaped from via Space/Time techniques.
Note: The arms reach only up to short range of the coffin's position and lack kinetic force.
Note: This technique can only be used twice per battle.
 

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Date of beginning & date of conclusion: 29/03/19
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Sin was relieved that was all done with. He'd found out the dark history of the landmark and put an end to what led people here to fight. With the immortal member of the Jashin cult sealed away, that would be the end of that, or so he thought. As he turned to go explore the mystical land further, he could see something in the distance. It was hard to make out, especially with like the heat waves distorting the air. Something dark was moving across the sand, was it a person? I looked like a wave of black. A heard of beasts? Anything was possible in these parts. He decided to focus using his sharingan, noticing the chakra systems and outlines, it was people. A large mob, all dressed in black it would seem. Out here in the middle of no where? What was going on.

Sin re sheathed his saw and wiped the sweat from his brow as he waited for them to get closer. Deactivating his sharingan, he waited. The closer they got the more he noticed, they must have been at least 50 strong, with one figure leading them on a horse, a leader maybe? How they could all wear black in this weather was beyond him. As they got around 15m away, the man help up his hand and they all stopped. He took a few steps forwards on his horse as it turned sideways looking down on Sin.

"You, boy. What happened here?"

Sin had to think for a moment before remembering he'd destroyed the entire underground temple.

"I'm not sure, the ground just kinda, sunk in on itself..."

The man didn't accept this, he drew his jagged sword and pointed it at Sin, who took a step back holding up his hands.

"Don't lie to me boy, those rocks were here not long ago, we saw them on the horizon, maybe you'd like to answer to our lord, Jashin"

There was something about playing dumb when it came to bad guys. They couldn't help but tell you who they were with their threats. Just as Sin planned. Didn't take him many seconds to realise they'd come like the rest for that temple, they worshipped the same insane god. They wanted immortality and they were willing to kill all who got in their way. Sin took another step back, took a quick look over his shoulder before looking back around.

"Oh that? Yeah... my bad.... my hand slipped, next thing you know... some underground temple is exploding... how about that?"

The man's face flickered to anger instantly as he got off his horse and held his blade to Sin's throat, a mere inch away.

"You little bastard, how dare you desecrate a sacred site of jashin, where is the one who was sealed within?"


"Sealed? Oh you mean the guy that wouldn't die?"

"Yes, the first of our lords true prophets... where is he!"

"Yeah, don't worry he isn't dead, he's just you know.... in some weird realm of darkness sealed away forever where you and you're moronic cult will never get your hands on the secrets... funny right? All of you came here, so many evil deeds and this..."

The man almost lost it, but before he could react to Sin's words, Sin dropped down under the blade, his sharingan activating as he struck the man's knee with such force causing him to drop down, as it snapped in the wrong direction. Sin stopping in a kneeling position twisting, grabbing the man by his throat with his left hand, slamming him into the ground as he screamed out in pain.

"I have questions for you.... but first..."

He saw the mob of cultists rushing in his direction. 50 strong it would seem, some moderate chakra levels in there. How had all this happened in such a short time? Well, it was time to deal with them. With a single hand Seal, Sin placed an illusion on all of them, robbing them of their sight instantly as darkness washed over all of them.

( Kokuangyo no Jutsu ) - Bringer-of-Darkness Technique
Rank: A
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra Cost: 30
Damage Points: N/A
Description: The user makes one handseal, causing the opponent to believe they have been trapped in a world of infinite darkness, where their sense of sight is useless. It is capable of affecting multiple targets within range. However, it does not negate their other senses.

Though that wasn't all, in a burst of speed Sin Sin passed through the group and with in that instance of confusion he took full advantage. As he entered the ground, he held his sword out to the right slicing through 5 people as he passed through. In the same time he dropped two smoke bombs with his left hand and place an explosive tag on the second man in. Dashing through cleanly using his sharingan to avoid any dangers. He slid to a halt on the other side as he spun around, his blood soaked sword still in hand, the 5 he'd sliced through, free from the illusion due to the pain but mortally wounded and dropped to the ground. One spoke "Behind", the other choking on his own blood managed to say "genjutsu".

This didn't matter, it had the right effect, it caused the opening, the confusion for him to make his first move. Now the smoke bombs went off, they began choking as they each tried to free themselves from the illusion. One cry came "look out", but the explosive tag from the back of the group went off, the explosion killing 10 more, creating more smoke, throwing sand and dust up around, blinded, coughing, choking, the distraction, chaos. Sin could read all their motions, their chakra systems, everything, like the world was moving in slow motion. Now one of front men lunged forwards with a downward slash. It was so easy to read, Sin could side step, grabbing him by the wrist and stabbed him through the chest with his own demon blade. Taking his blood soaked sword out, he pulled on the man's wrist causing him to fall to the side behind him as the life left his eyes.

The next came straight after thrusting his own blade forwards Sin stepped to the outside, bringing his sword down on the back of the mans, using his free hand to grab the handle of the sword. He'd then punch the man in the face with his right hand with his sword in it, breaking his nose. The man brought both his hands to his face as he cried out in agony, Sin now had his sword in hand slicing both his blades across the man's stomach, in a scissor like motion, slicing him clean in half. Another down.

Sin now stood, blood on both blades, some spattered on his face. Smoke in the air, some people on fire from the explosion, others still in the illusion. He held both the blades out to the side with a clear message... "Bring it on".

Now they tried something different, several kunai came from one side, SIn could easily duck, dodge, parry, it was like he was dancing through their attacks in such a flow. A cut here and their, a block, deflecting, stabbing, blood almost lingering in the air as he sliced, cutting them down one by one. They stopped in their advance as they all tried throwing kunai and shuriken, they would of had him, but as they were about to his, currents of wind rapidly spun around him pushing them away.

(Fūton: Kujaku Senpūjin) - Wind Release: Peacock Whirlwind Formation
Type: Supplementary
Rank: B
Range: Short
Chakra: 20
Damage: N/A
Description: This technique utilizes wind chakra into the users sword and then they release a vortex of wind that surrounds the users body and can push away materials covering the users body.

There was a short pause. The wind stopped, the blades dropped to the ground as Sin stood unharmed. At this point he was stood int he middle of the group. About 30 remained with him at the centre. It was time to try something new, something suited for this kind of situation. He was about to cross a line. He dropped the spare sword and put his own away. No one moved, from what they had seen they weren't sure how to react to this. They stood on edge watching, waiting. He brought his hands together, and with that he released a mass of chakra all around him flowing through the earth itself, all around, gathering minerals and with it his chakra would flow into those he'd just slain. The ones he'd just cut down started moving, rising to their feet in they could. The group stepped back as their fallen comrades raised as Zombies.

(Kinjutsu Doton Soseijutsu: Shishi Dojō) Forbidden Earth Resurrection Technique: Corpse Soil
Type: Supplementary
Rank: Forbidden
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 5 per corpse (150) (-10 per turn)
Damage: N/A
Description: This technique is called the "ultimate earth-element resurrection technique" because it focuses upon using the earth itself as a medium to revive corpses. By utilising soil in the local ground, the user can revive the fallen present there in one of two ways. The first version allows the user to seemingly continuously resurrect a large number of slain people as zombies, but with none of their rationality, physical prowess, or techniques at their disposal. They are fairly easy to destroy, capable of enduring little more than Taijutsu and D-Rank Ninjutsu. The amount of zombies raised is directly proportional to the chakra spent to search through the ground and awaken the corpse's remains. Some corpses may not be in a perfect state, being deteriorated or decomposed, in which case, earth will form the missing areas into functional parts. If the technique is deactivated either by the user or if the user is killed, the zombies will immediately turn to dust. The second version allows the user to bring a person back as a perfect resurrection, able to use all their skills from when alive, with the addition of a preset directive the person is forced to obey despite being consciously aware. Unlike the Impure World Reincarnation technique, the soul is not bound to the body nor can the user completely overcome the targets personality. In this case, the user needs access to both a large amount of chakra as well as the fresh, preserved corpse of the target. The limitation of this technique is that, while with Impure World Reincarnation one can summon the pre-prepared revived ninjas at any time and how many times one needs by summoning them, with this technique, the user can only use it once and cannot prepare it beforehand. This means that the user will either need to bring a sealed corpse and perform the technique in the midst of battle or perform it in a fallen enemy who will then be used for as long as is necessary. Another difference is that the revived ninja is not immune to damage and will not regenerate if damaged though injury is not enough to stop it and the corpse will continue to work and function while it has some way to do so. At any time, by performing a Snake hand seal and snapping their fingers, the caster of this technique releases the resurrected targets, turning them into loose soil.
Note: The technique can only be used once.
Note: First version will produce how many corpses the user is willing to pay chakra for, all of which will last until destroyed.
Note: Second version can only be used in one corpse and requires access to a corpse which will not be usable anymore once the technique or the battle ends but that can last while chakra is fueled to sustain it or the technique is ended.
Note: In either cases, defeating the caster of the technique ends the technique.
Note: To use a corpse, the user must have sealed it in an official fight, approved by an RP Moderator, linking to which, upon reviving, is mandatory.

"Is this not what you wanted? A form of immortality? Don't be afraid, your turn will come...."

But Sin waited for the last moment, when they tried to step back away from his zombies, that they forgot, Sin had already killed some at the back of the group, they would attack first, lunging on the cultists, biting, tearing, never relenting. Now mass chaos took over. Cultists trying to escape his Zombies. In the confusion and smoke, Sin just stood at the centre of it all, laughing, a darkness in him now coming out showing itself. The cultist fought, 30 dropped down to 18 by the time they had cut down their former comrades. A blood bath indeed. All tired, angry, the strongest remained. They surrounded Sin, no escape now, only a meter away from him, but he didn't move he just laughed.

"You know, i thought you'd be smarter than this. You see the dead rise and you get so focused on those few. Now, you see, you all came here looking for something right? That undead guy, okay it's not the same as my little powers, necromancy isn't really my thing, just a lil treat for you all, but the funny thing is, you know the history here don't you?"

They looked at him confused, what the hell was he on about?

"Well, you see, this land has the name 'the bone fields' right? How did it get that name? How many people have been fighting here? That's a lot of you know... dead?"

That's when the smoke began to clear around the remaining group and they could all see behind their own comrades. The sight was horrific.

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They turned, they tried to fight but they were truly outnumbered, there was no escape, the numbers too great, it was a true slaughter. Sin just stood in the center of the chaos, waiting, watching, until the last man was cut down, all of them hacked apart by the vengeful undead. With that over Sin released his jutsu and headed over to the leader of the cultists who, apart from his leg was unhurt, he was lying in terror, trying to crawl away as Sin approached. But it was no use, Sin reached him with ease and crouched down by him and grabbed him by the throat.

"Well that was fun right? Right up your street? Mass slaughter? Undead? Pain? Suffering? Isn't this the kind of stuff you and your fanatics love? Well now you see where it gets you. But a man of your level, is sure you know the where abouts of other cultists such as yourself, and that information would truly be wonderful. So you'll be coming with me. One way or another, you WILL tell me...."

[Mission end: Next time, time for some torture]
 

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Blood soaked the very sands behind him as Sin dragged the leader of the mob with him throwing him up against the rocks. His leg was broken, snapped back the wrong way, he was in too much pain to resist, just crying out in pain for no one to hear him. Sin now knelt down in front' of him looking him in the eyes. The man had a look of hatred and fear in his eyes at the same time.

"Now, you have an idea of what i can do, so it's quite simple, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, i know which i'd prefer, but it comes down to you. I want to know all the locations of your cults, so i can put an end to it all... so now... what will it be?"

The man simply spat in Sin's face, though in a swift motion as the spit hit Sin's face he punched the man with a right hook, with enough force to knock one of his teeth out and cause him to spit out blood.

"Now, lets try this again. You see, you aren't going anywhere, and i've got as long as it takes to be honest. Now, the thing is, you're probably sat there thinking 'Well i'll die anyway' if i torture you too much right? Well here's the fun part, that's only if i take it all out on your body...."

With that Sin's eyes spiralled, the three tomoe sharingan swirling as he made eye contact with the man once more...

Genjutsu


The man looked around. He was in a chair, in a world of it's own, bound to it. The sky dark, thunder rolling through the sky, the air smelled like burnt flesh. In the distance screams could be heard, people being tortured. It was a hell in itself. He looked around for Sin but he was no where, he tried look over his shoulder but couldn't see anything but the dark plains. He turned back and realised he couldn't feel the pain in his leg, he looked down and it looked normal, what was going on?

"This is my world...."

The man jumped in his seat, looking up, there was Sin in a dark robe, stood in front of him but when?

"... Did you not hear me... oh you're wondering about your leg? Well in your mind that's not hurting right now, but how long will that last for? Oh look it's broke again..."

In that moment the man's leg snapped back to how it had been before and the pain soared through his leg for what seemed like an endless time before it was gone. He looked up and now he was surrounded, all of these people, were Sin. Clones maybe? But what was going on.

"And here i thought you were smarter than that. Clearly i was wrong. You're a prisoner of your own mind, and well, i'm in control of that, your very senses, what you see, touch, feel, smell, hear.... i control it all. Now, lets make this easy, where are the locations of your other cultist friends, nice and easy..."

"**** you! I'll never tell someone like y...."

He didn't even get to finish his sentence, several copies of Sin were stabbing him, at the same time, the pain excruciating, the sharp searing pain through his body, this would be it, the pain was too much, he couldn't take it, just when he was on the edge, it was all gone. He was out of breath, gasping, how could he keep doing this. What was going on... then it hit him... the look on his eyes said it all.

"Ah i see, you finally caught up. This is all an illusion. My illusion... what ever i want..."

A bar of gold appeared in his hand.

"Where ever i want us to be..."

The area warped to the be the top of a sky scraper...

"And what ever i want to happen...."

He was in front of the man kicking him of the building as he plumetted down to the ground below, as he hit it with such force the shock and agony shot through his body but then it was gone and he opened his eyes to be back in the chair like when all this began.

"...i control it all. There is no escape, now how much can you take? How much pain, how much suffering... just need to answer a few little questions and it will all be over."


In reality there Sin Knelt, looking the man in the eyes as time passed. Using his Copy wheel eye illusion he could create any illusion he wanted, but over time it was draining, unlike the legendary Tsukiyomi that could inflict a lifetime of damage in mere moments, he would have to make the most of the time he could afford with such a complex skill. He'd already used a lot of chakra blowing up the temple, sealing the immortal and fighting the horde with zombies, he'd have to make this quick.

Gen

The man sat in the chair out of breath in the hellish realm that Sin had created.
Gen


"So, what will it be, which was your favourite way to suffer? I quite like the thought of your skin slowly burning away bit by bit with acid slowly dripping on you like in the tales of Loki with the snake... yeah lets go with that..."

Sin raised his hand, the man was shaking in the chair, sweating....

"Okay Okay... i'll tell you... i only know of one other cult, based in the land of fire... near of of those old castles... the bare is called the "Tavener" or something like that... i can't take it any more... please just let me go... i'll never do any of that again..."

Sin lowered his arm and smiled.

"See that wasn't so hard now was it..."

"S...so i can go now....?"


The illusion slowly began to end... but what came next...


The man was freed from the illusion as he was burning alive, the sheer pain from the flames breaking the illusion. He writhed in pain but it was for nothing, with his leg broken he couldn't move... a minute passed at most before he remained still... never to move again.

"You'll never do it again as you'll never have the chance... nor will any of your cultist comrades... i'll put an end to it once and for all...."


( Doujutsu: Genjutsu Sharingan ) - Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye Illusion
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C - S
Range: Short - Mid
Chakra cost: 15 - 40
Damage points: N/A
Description: This technique is simply the use of generic genjutsu used by members of the Uchiha clan. By simply having their opponents look into their eyes, the Uchiha can lock the user within a genjutsu of their choosing.
Note: Can only be used with 3 tomoe sharingan

(Katon: Honoo no Saigai Hi Kagayaku no Jutsu) - Fire Release: Flame of Disaster Fire Shine Technique
Type: Offensive
Rank: C
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 15
Damage: 30
Description: The user releases a flame of fire chakra that converges on the opponent wrapping around them and burning them.


[Mission end]
 

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As Sin left behind his path of destruction and bodies, he thought ahead in how he was going to actually deal with his approach to dealing with the next cult of Jashin. This was a one off, a rabble of weaklings that he could read their chakra levels. It was out in the open, easy pickings, they came to him. But this wouldn't be the same next time. If he got too close he'd be sensed by any actual shinobi next time or any barriers and such, this wouldn't be of any use to him. Instead he'd have to plan this out.

After travelling for about an hour he sat down in the shade behind some rocks, taking a drink, relaxing for a minute. It had been a long couple of days for him, he hadn't really rested since getting here. As he sat leaning back against the rock he tried to think of how to work out how he'd be able to spy on the next cult without getting caught, he could try hiding his chakra but that never usually worked. He sat looking up to see some birds of prey in the air. He could try using the hawks as scouts, but again, they'd be senses, who knew what would happen to them, he didn't want to risk his friends. Anything living could be sensed...

"That's it..."

That's when it came to him, "anything living", the answer was clear, technology. He sat forwards now, deep in thought about how he'd go about this. First he'd have to come up with a theme. He took his bag off his back, hanging from it were three small birds he'd caught, dead, ready for his next meal. But he had new ideas for one of them. He'd start by cutting it open, removing everything from the inside, bit by bit, leaving just it's empty skin with feathers on it, before using his water to wash it all out and his hands. The meat from inside he put in a pot, that would be a meal for later but his main interest right now was the idea of camouflage.

Now taking out the kit of tools from his back he looked at what he had. First he'd need to create a frame in the shape of a bird with wings that he could thread through. It was out of a thin, light metal he'd acquired, one that was easier to bend and shape. Always useful to have for one thing or another, a couple of sheets of that did the trick. Now he looked at the bits and pieces he had. A small little motor circuit would be great for working the wings, which he fitted with ease, it was like making a toy for a kid, But the real struggle was to come.

He looked at it and wondered the best way to use this as a spy tool really. He'd need a visual and sound connection, but how would you go about this. He sat and pondered. He'd made sure the bird worked in the sense it could fly and be controlled, that was easy. That's when his next idea came. He took out his phone, looking at it. It had the camera, mic, speaker, with his head phones. He pulled the back off his phone and began dismantling it. He fitted the main tiny board and battery into the bird, soldiering it to the frame within, taking the wires within and threading them to the head of bird. In here, in one eye, he fitted the camera, putting the linking screen to one side. He then fitted the mic to the other eye connecting the two.

That was only half the job though. He now turned his attention to the head phones and the screen. The head phones were easiest, using that wireless connection to fit the head phone behind his ear, talking to the eye in the bird with the mic and he could hear it in his ear. It would take a little tweaking to stop the distortion, before he'd fit it properly. Now for the screen, he would fold it around, shaping it, creating a thin layer, that would act as a contact lense which would display what the bird would see. All of this taking hours to do. It sounded easy but it was all so intricate. Sin had already had to sit in a cave making a cloak to try and hide himself from those pursuing him (here). He was accustomed to working in difficult situations to suit his needs when driven like this.

After hours of work, it was going dark and with it the temperature dropping. Sin would wrap up warm as he finished the final touches to his bird. He would then use the little remote he'd made to control the bird, pushing one button, it would then begin to fly as he caused it to fly up, in the sky looking around, he could see it all, everything for miles. He forgot how good the camera on his phone had really been, what a world to live in. He could hear other birds off in the distance as he controlled the bird to fly around for a while before returning to him. He had exactly what he needed. A nice piece of spy equipment that the enemy would have a hard time noticing.

[Kairosu no unpan hito: Kairos fateweaver]
Type: Tool
Rank: A
Range: Short - Long
Chakra: N/a
Damage: N/A
Description: This is an adaptation of the ninja tech drone seen in the series, though designed in a different way. Instead of being used for offensive purposes, it's used for tracking or scouting missions. This is designed to look like a small hawk so as to blend in to most situations. It is powered by a battery rather than through chakra which helps it go undetected when being used, the one downside to this is doujutsu would be able to recognise it due to it's like of flowing chakra should they see it out in the open. It is made of a light alloy which allows it to fly by flapping it's wings to help it blend in. This small hawk has visual and sound receptors allowing it to see and hear, which is then relayed back to the user through a small devise they fit behind their ear that links this to the user through information in a way similar to chakra sensing ( instead of directly hearing or seeing, it is translated into feedback the user is made aware of, unlike Rinnegan linked Paths or animals). This can fly around while relaying information to the user up to 2 landmarks away allowing them to scout out potential threats for the user. This battery will last for 10 turns of travel in total allowing it to scout and return for short periods at a time. They eyes are similar to that of a hawk in a sense they were designed to be able to zoom in and focus on something in detail with their vision for a clear picture, much like on a modern day camera. Though its made of a metal alloy, the hawk can be destroyed by any B rank and below jutsu.
 

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Wiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead, Azuma sighed. Having declined the old man he'd met several months ago's offer, the green-haired 15-year old now once again found himself wandering across the bone fields alone, although this time, he lacked even the simplest of missions. No Daimyo who had something he needed stolen, no assassination that needed carrying out, no nothing. Then again, it wasn't like that was new.

This is what, month three without anything to do?

It wasn't that he was worried about money. In fact, Azuma could really care less about the status of his funds as he was a ninja trained in survival skills. Hunting some food by picking a bird out of the sky with a quick Fuuton: Yubijuu was easy enough, and setting up a fire was...well...certainly not a problem for an Uchiha of all people. Anyway. The real issue was legitimate, bonafide boredom, as well as not really having much of a permanent home at all.

And so, fed up with all of it, Azuma had come to the Bone Fields of all places on his ongoing search for answers, and more importantly, for a potential home.

Why did I think this was a good idea again?

The boy cracked his neck as he glanced around. It wasn't nearly as impressive of a place to him now as it had been the first time he'd come through. Sure, the sheer volume of sand which worked its way into his shoes was still downright insane, but as he moved across the desert with longer, swifter legs, he found that it didn't feel all that grand to him anymore.

He'd been here for about... what, a day and a half now? Yes, that seemed about right, seeing as the sun was just-about setting now. His first night had been spent in a rudimentary box made up of Doton-fashioned walls, if only to protect him against scorpions and whatever other little critters. He'd actually heard rumors of there being gargantuan bugs hidden across the desert, often slumbering beneath the dunes in wait of a poor traveler who was destined to become their next meal. Those rumors sounded absurd, of course, but then again...

Something has to leave all of these skeletons behind.

On that note, he'd just passed the eight-hundred and fifth skeleton of his journey. This one looked that of a large, quadrupedal woodland creature, perhaps a deer from the bordering forest that had rather tragically found itself lost in the midst of an unfamiliar place.

Hah. Doesn't that sound familiar.

Well. Perhaps lost wasn't the right term, but still; Azuma wasn't exactly aware of where he was going or what he was doing. He was just... walking. Stone pillar after stone pillar, dune after dune, and flatbed after flatbed, he'd traversed much of the open expanse that was the Bone Fields without really feeling like he'd gone anywhere.

That was, until perhaps half an hour after the sun set, when Azuma came across a certain landscape feature which he found eerily familiar. From atop his dune, it should have looked like just any other part of the desert. Oddly enough though, surrounding the little valley created by the dune he stood on as well as the others around it were three pillars, all of which were near equivalent in height.

Of course, if it had been just those pillars which looked familiar, he would have dismissed it as an instance of silly deja-vu, but that wasn't the case. This was because in the center of the little dip was yet another dip in the sand's elevation. This one was far more pronounced than the usual dip down from a dune; in fact, so much so that it couldn't be natural. The dip was shaped almost as if somebody had taken a very long, three-foot thick sword, and shoved in straight into the ground before drawing a line with that sword, resulting in a miniature crevasse.

It was upon noticing this that Azuma realized that he was standing in the very same location of his previous visit to the Great Wind Desert, or more specifically, the location at which he'd found that damned diamond. Upon recognizing this, he glanced down to his side to look at his Katana for a brief moment, remembering how he'd rather comically over-exerted himself in a display of Fuuton using that very sword as an apparatus for his technique. The boy couldn't help but smile at the memory. He wasn't all that much older now, but he'd grown more than a couple of inches and lived what felt like an eternity's worth of life over that little gap. He much less of a child nowadays, he supposed.

As much as I love the nostalgia, I think it's time to keep moving.

Then, something particularly weird happened; he didn't. Still stood atop that dune of sand, as Azuma's eyes scanned the unforgiving landscape, his brain was rampant with ideas, with potential. Surely he couldn't stay here, could he? For one, it was pretty much the middle of nowhere by definition.

Well, to be fair, it isn't very far from the forest, which isn't very far from the nearest town if I remember right.

Okay so maybe it was the middle of NOWHERE but it was still dangerous! There was no reason for him to stay in a place where he'd be struggling to stay alive.

Okay but didn't I JUST ruminate over how easy it was to survive? Food isn't hard for me to get, period, and I can materialize water from thin air.

Well, maybe that wasn't an issue but... uh... damn, maybe his instincts were right on this one. Despite his best efforts, Azuma hadn't mustered the strength to lift a foot in a direction away from the little valley, and frankly, his gut had a history of making good decisions when it came to things like this.

So sure, he'd stay the night. Or the week.

A month, tops.

[Mission End]
 

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Come morning in his stone box of a shelter, Azuma already had a long list of ideas planned for his little settlement. To put a few of them simply, he wanted to create a small reservoir to hold water, build himself a proper dwelling, and he wanted to secure the area around said dwelling. The boy, although a mature for his age, allowed himself a childish grin at the thought of doing all of this.

Finally! Something to keep me busy!

Unfortunately, upon dusting his clothes off, cracking his neck, Azuma came to yet another realization. If he wanted to spend any of his time building all of that stuff, he'd first be forced to clear out the space around the little valley he was now residing in. That meant the sand dunes had to go. With that thought out of the way, the green-haired Uchiha let out a sigh as he clapped his hands to the floor of his shelter and allowed the stone beneath his feet and around him to crumble, returning to the sand from which he'd raised it.

Immediately, the sun hit him with full force. He'd have to get used to that. Regardless, he had work to do. Looking around his position at the epicenter of the dip in the sand, Azuma figured that the diameter of the valley, at the moment, was about 20 meters. Big, but not big enough for what he hand planned.

The good news was that he happened to be proficient in techniques which were great for blowing sand around. He'd start with the north-facing dune. First, however, the boy let his mind come to rest on an idea that had been nagging him for a long while.

How did all of this sand get here? Rock erosion?

No, that didn't make sense. There were only a few hundred pillars of rock across the whole of the Bone Fields. Furthermore, the sand here was almost... white? Oh, wait, that made sense; all of the bones on the surface must have eroded, he supposed. After all, this certainly wasn't a new landmass. It was certainly unique, at least. Anyway, that was a thought for later.

Azuma first clapped his hands together and shut his eyes, allowing chakra to build up in his lungs. Following this, he applied the Fuuton nature to this chakra. Then, without ceremony, he exhaled while thrusting both of his hands forwards.

Type: Offensive
Rank: B
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 20
Damage: 40
Description: The user will create a large surge of wind that is capable of pushing a target back and dealing some small cuts to them. The wind technique is also strong enough to push back a large summoning creature.


Almost immediately, a large gust of wind erupted in the direction of the North dune, one powerful enough to simply pick up all of the sand which composed it. Within moments, the former dune was now deposited somewhere well into the distance.

I do admit, this area does look a little weird missing one of the dunes; sorta like a house with only three out of four walls, and-hey what's that?

This was the least interesting turn of events to Azuma though; no, what he found far more interesting was what his technique had just revealed. In particular, it was something which brought him back to his earlier train of thought.

Are those the skeletons of people?

Beneath the sand was... well, mostly more sand, but rather eerily, a corpse-pile of freakishly well-maintained human skeletons. Azuma was used to seeing animal skeletons spread about the surface and occasionally that of a poor traveller who'd forgotten water, but this? This was almost organized. Even odder was the metallic gleam of a small object which had caught his eye from the distance. Allowing himself to give in to his curious urges, the boy ran towards the previous site of the dune.

And as soon as he arrived, he slid to his knees and grasped what he could now see was a shining, perfectly preserved kunai knife, complete with equally well preserved dried blood. To confirm his suspicions, Azuma first gave the blood a wipe with his shirt, thinking it might have just been dirt, or something else than had gotten lodged in the sand. Nope; it was definitely blood.

Well wasn't THIS a surprise?

It was then that he realized why the bodies were piled on top of each other so closely. For one, the sand, which had clearly accumulated on top of them over many years had simply pushed them together, and two, they were rather obviously ninja who had been engaged in combat. Upon further inspection, he'd also found the hilt of a sword with no blade anywhere in sight and a few other pieces of basic shinobi weaponry, many of which were in good condition. The reason they'd not been picked up in his gust of wind was because they had all been trapped beneath the skeletons of what were likely their respective wielders, and for that he was thankful.

What had been a mundane morning task had very quickly turned into an interesting little history lesson for the boy. Of course, the depth of that lesson was limited from his perspective. Azuma didn't know this, but well over three hundred years ago, the members of two clans whose names were long since lost to time had engaged in a clan war so expansive that it had actually created the vast majority of the area now referred to as the "Bone Fields", bringing ruin to an area which had actually once been one of the most contested and hospitable places in the whole of the Great Wind Desert. Stories had since turned into legends, which had even further left public discourse, with the understanding of most being that the Bone Fields were simply just a very dangerous part of the Great Wind Desert.

Of course, that all depended on when a person came through the Bone Fields. Azuma again didn't know this but both times he'd moved through the area had been during similar seasons, a point in which many of the bones were covered by immense dunes of sand. During the summer, in the absence of storms, the bones remained covered, but had he visited during the spring, when windstorms were all too common, he would have likely already have seen a multitude of the human skeletons which truly defined the rather nefarious background of the Bone Fields.

Azuma, of course, wasn't satisfied with the knowledge a passing glance could provide him with. And so he allowed his greatest tool, his three-tomoed Sharingan, to swirl to life, hoping it could see something that his naked eyes could not.

( Doujutsu: Sharingan ) Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C - A Rank
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 15 - 30 ( -5 per turn for 1T and 2T, 10 per turn to keep active for 3T )
Damage: N/A
Description:
One of the Three Great Dōjutsu (San Daidōjutsu), the Sharingan is the kekkei genkai of the Uchiha clan. Unlike the other Dōjutsu, not all members of the Uchiha Clan possess the Sharingan. This great Dōjutsu seems to awaken only on exceptional Uchiha members and only in times of great stress. Once awaken, the pupil turns red and a single tomoe (巴) seal appears around the center pupil. As the user masters and evolves their eyes, the tomoe (巴) seals increase, topping 3 per eye. The main ability of the Sharingan, like any other Dōjutsu, is to enable the user to see the flow of chakra. This ability is further improved as the Sharingan gives color to chakra, enabling the user to differentiate chakras from different people or from different sources. Although the user can see chakra through matter, he cannot see beyond dense matter or in long distances. Coupled with the ability to see chakra, Sharingan users gain acess to an incredible clarity of perception that enables them to read insanely fast movements or minor details, enabling them the ability to foresee in an easier way, traps, incoming attacks, etc. This clarity of perception is so great that a Sharingan user can sometimes start performing a counter to an attack that is still being performed, enabling the counter to be launched only a split a second after the attack. This clarity of perception leaves Sharingan users able to track high speed movement easily as well as to read through handseals. This last ability enables them to learn techniques much faster and sometimes copy them directly from the enemy, as long as the user has the necessary chakra affinities and requirements to perform it. Finally, the Sharingan is often linked to Genjutsu and mind-manipulating illusions, mostly because the user can, mostly through Eye Contact, directly and precisely use his chakra to manipulate the enemy's chakra flow. In return, the users clarity of perception gives him the ability to more easily decipher visual illusions cast upon him and see past them. The Sharingan has a great cost to the user though. The chakra consumption disables its use for long periods of time and, even when the user grows stronger, it's still hard to keep it active for long periods of time.
Note: The user, if he hasn't gained full mastery over his Sharingan, will need to spend a move to activate it, although as long as he has chakra and enough stamina he'll be able to keep it active until the end of the match. If the user is Sannin Rank or above and has gained his 3 Tomoe Sharingan and held it for one month, he becomes able to passively activate it, meaning he'll no longer spend a move of his 3 per turn.
Note: To avoid direct Eye Contact and be able to focus only on the body movement below the chin, the opponent needs to have mastered Taijutsu to possess the necessary skill
Note: C rank usage is for 1T Sharingan, B rank usage is reserved for 2T Sharingan. A Rank usage is reserved for 3T Sharingan.
Note: Predicting the nature of a technique or what it exactly is requires the user to either know the technique or that its a cannon technique.
Note: Danzo and Kakashi bios activate the Sharingan by removing the covers in their respective eyes and suffer a +10 chakra consumption per turn penalty
Note: The user is bound by the abilities and limits of the stage of sharingan he possesses, stated in the rules of the KG.

With his eyes in their most active form, the young Uchiha once again gave the skeletons a closer look and smiled upon realizing what he'd exposed. Much like the bodies themselves, it appeared that the faintest of chakra signatures had been preserved upon each the bodies of those who had perished in whatever battle had taken place here. This signature appeared to Azuma as a faint blue aura lining the skeletons of each individual who lay among the corpses. Hell, two of the signatures even had a slight tint in color, indicating some form of nature transformation had been applied very soon before their demise. One appeared green, and the other just a little bit red; so fire and wind, he supposed.

That makes sense. Fire users are common in the Land of Wind, as are wind users.

At that thought, Azuma actually laughed. How fitting. Once upon a time, practitioners of Katon and Fuuton had fought and perhaps even lived here, and for hundreds of years since, it had remained an an open lot. Now, only he, a shinobi who preferred the use of both Katon and Fuuton was taking it over.

I suppose history really does repeat itself.

Finally, with this newfound knowledge, if vague, and a soft smile arming him, Azuma felt satisfied. He was ready to start clearing dunes again. After all, who knew what he might find beneath the next one?
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Directly follows my last mission. B-Rank assigned because it's basically the next step up from a "secure" camp. While a camp would be a shelter, and a secure camp would be a defended shelter, a secure, liveable camp, would be all the previous things with the addition of a dedicated place to sleep and a place to get water from.
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Azuma exhaled, although this time, it was driven by exhaustion and not the need to cast a Fuuton jutsu. He'd finally finished clearing out the dunes around his little valley. Slumping backwards onto his bottom, Azuma let himself lay down in the sand, too beat to pursue the rest of his daily tasks for the moment. At that precise moment, an idle, if annoying thought shot its way into his brain.

...It isn't really a valley anymore, is it? Without the dunes, I mean.

Way to kill the fun, brain. See, this was why he didn't ever rest. Oh well; back to work, he supposed. First and foremost on Azuma' list of things to do was to actually build the place he'd be sleeping in, and god knew he didn't want to have to just sleep in a fucking box again. That said, there wasn't really enough material for him to build something decent located in the surroundings, save for the few stone pillars about the place.

The good news was, he had a solution to that. Pushing himself off of the ground, the green-haired boy stood up and took a few steps back from his position at the center of what HAD been a valley (and was now an unnaturally flat portion of the desert). First, Azuma bit his thumb and winced, still a tad sensitive to the admittedly mild pain summoning techniques required of their casters. Then, he made a series of three handseals and smacked his right palm to the ground.

Type: Supplementary
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 30
Damage: N/A
Descripton: The user will bite his thumb and perform the Boar → Monkey → Bird → Monkey → Ram hand seals, slamming their hand into a scroll on the ground. This technique is a combination of the Summoning Technique and an Earth Release technique. The user summons a large amount of rock from a giant canyon which, during the process of being summoned through this technique, he shapes into a design he outlined previously in a scroll. This allows the user to change the topography of the map and create any earthen feature he needs from pillars to gorges, canyons, mountains or simply plains. If the user wants to or is defeated, the alteration ends as any summon eventually does. Additionally he can use (Doton: Dimenshon Fuudo Shihai) - Earth Release: Dimension Topography Control at any point to change the design and alter the summoned terrain.
Note: can only be used once per battle

Almost immediately, a portal opened in the sky above the boy which dropped a rather large quantity of raw rock in front of him. However, as it landed, the stones melded with the ground and one another, slowly forming into a 50x50 meter semi-smooth square of solid, earthen ground. Azuma silently cheered at the not of not having to wake up and step outside into an endless ocean of sand every morning. Thank god for his newly cleared space. Surely this would be enough, at least for now.

Azuma then took his first steps onto the stone. It felt nice to have something solid beneath his feet, which were, at this point, rather sore from the lack of any proper support. That said, he was still far from done. The boy briskly moved to the center of what he was about to use as his foundation before looking around.

25 meters to each edge from the center here if I was as precise as I hoped... yeah, I'll need some walls for all of this space. Won't be secure otherwise.

It would be difficult to defend a home from whatever potential opposition Azuma ran into if he couldn't control what went in and out of his little compound. Furthermore, walls just seemed like a good idea for what was to hopefully become a proper settlement for him and maybe some other people in the future. Despite this though, the boy was encountering yet another problem in the form of a simple question.

How do I make a perimeter wall that's 200 meters long? I certainly can't spam Doryuheki...what, 20 times? That would probably take up like 40% of my chakra, and I've already used a good chunk today.

While only a brief setback, it was certainly something he had to think about for a moment, before stumbling upon an idea he figured was actually quite genius. The technique he had in mind wasn't exactly designed for this kind of use, but if it worked how he thought it did, then it would probably solve his problem quite quickly. Thus, Azuma built up quite a significant amount of chakra, and began to weave a rather complex set of handseals. In fact, he had to restart the sequence once or twice, since this was a technique he'd actually only used once. It was very high-ranked, and while he was actually a good bit more knowledgable when it came to Doton than even with his more naturally gifted elemental affinities, he still risked failing. Eventually, however, he completed the sequence, leaving the rest up to fate.

I'm in the middle of the square... and I want walls two meters thick, so I need to raise the ground in a square extending 24 meters from me in every direction. And, I think 5 meters should be enough, height wise. Don't want to completely block out the sun. Alright chakra; don't fail me now. First, the whole foundation.

Type: Supplementary/Defensive
Rank: S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 40
Damage: N/A
Description: This technique grants the user the ability to freely lower or raise the terrain within a specific area surrounding them, in a similar manner to its parent technique, albeit on a much larger scale. The user will slam his hands on the ground which he can then lower or raise the ground up to 100 meters in a large section. The rise will be fast enough to pin enemies to the ground, restricting their movements as they struggle to get up and the drop will be fast enough to leave almost all enemies without a footing (albeit not airborne). Because of the large chakra needed to alter such a large area of the terrain, the user will be able to use it only a limited number of times.
Note: Can only be used twice.

And so he clapped his hands to the ground. The speed at which the floor responded was shocking, even to Azuma; almost immediately, all 22500 square feet of his foundation shot up about 15 feet. Great! It had worked. The young shinobi took this opportunity to take a breather for a moment; he could only use this technique twice a day or so, and it was very taxing. After about five seconds, he gave up on that notion though, unable to stop himself from smiling through the sweat. This was exciting! He was growing as a ninja. Alright, it was time to see if he could pull off what he had intended for his second usage of the jutsu. Azuma briefly let his mind dwell on the numbers he'd thought up earlier.

48 meters long, 5 meters tall. 45 meters long, 5 meters tall. You got this.

Azuma built up the chakra necessary and began moving through the handseals with much more confidence this time; he'd done it once. He could do it again. And that he did. Without any hesitation, upon completing his preparations, the boy clapped his hands to the ground, and just as quickly as it had risen, a square 48 meters long (24 meters in each direction from his position at the center) and 5 meters deep dropped, returning him to his exact previous elevation, but with a new view.

Type: Supplementary/Defensive
Rank: S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 40
Damage: N/A
Description: This technique grants the user the ability to freely lower or raise the terrain within a specific area surrounding them, in a similar manner to its parent technique, albeit on a much larger scale. The user will slam his hands on the ground which he can then lower or raise the ground up to 100 meters in a large section. The rise will be fast enough to pin enemies to the ground, restricting their movements as they struggle to get up and the drop will be fast enough to leave almost all enemies without a footing (albeit not airborne). Because of the large chakra needed to alter such a large area of the terrain, the user will be able to use it only a limited number of times.
Note: Can only be used twice.

The result of Azuma's little escapade surrounded him in as a set of perfectly even-height walls about 5 meters tall, and 2 meters thick. Now this was a compound, or at least the skeleton of one. He certainly felt more finished with the job than it looked. Despite the fact that there were two more steps left in his plan to create the ultimate desert home, the hardest part was over now. The rest would be a simple exercise in far less complicated Doton and a few Suiton techniques.

In fact, Azuma felt so motivated that he wouldn't even take a brief break. The boy had officially resolved to finish the basic concept of his dwelling by the time the sun had gone down, if not much earlier as was entirely possible. First; he'd build his reservoir. Of course, there wasn't exactly a source of running water near him, so he'd have to provide his own supply for now, but the vessel which would hold said water, regardless of its source, was certainly within his reach. It only took Azuma a brief moment to decide where his water storage would be. The northeast corner simply made the most sense, as it would shade his water from the morning sun, which was the biggest period of evaporation if his memory of the water cycle served him right.

Upon reaching the corner he had in mind, Azuma gave himself a 5 x 5 meter space to work with. He then made four handseals and clapped his hands to the ground, causing a single five meter long and three meter tall wall connected to the perimeter wall to arise from the ground. Following this, Azuma repeated this same action, this time erecting a wall which connected from the end of the wall he'd just made back inwards towards the perimeter wall. This left him with a 5 x 5 x 3 meter box.

Type: Defensive
Rank: B
Range: Short
Chakra: 20
Damage: N/A
Description: The user will first perform the Tiger → Hare → Boar → Dog and then creates a solid wall of earth as a form of defense. Chakra is either converted to earth within the body and then spat out to form the wall or the user can manipulate pre-existing earth to form the wall. The earth then instantly rises up and takes form. The barrier itself is also coated with chakra, making its strength incomparable to that of a normal mud wall. Because of the earth's special characteristics, the wall is highly resistant against, for instance, fire and water. Hizuren Sarutobi spits mud from his mouth to perform the jutsu whilst Kakashi creates a wall composed of bulldog sculptures to box-in Pain.

Alrighty then. Just one more step to this part. Azuma swiftly walked up the box he'd just created and stood carefully on the lip.

125 cubic meters of water, right? Okay then this'll be easy.

With his plan already halfway finished, Azuma set about completing it by making six handseals then moving his palms upwards towards the sky as if he was lifting something. Soon after, water began to seep out from the ground at the base of the box, slowly filling it up until he was left with only a few inches space from the surface of the water to the top of his reservoir.

Type: Supplementary/Defensive
Rank: C
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 15
Damage: 30
Description: After performing the required handseals: Tiger → Dog → Monkey → Snake → Boar → Tiger, the user makes water rise from the ground and they can use this water in various ways. They can create a body of water for a water summoning to be encased in and allow them to move around where normally no water exists, or create a body of water to block incoming attacks or surround his target and then drown them.

Sick! I have water now. That's refreshing... no pun intended.

Now, it was time for the last part of his plan for the day. To be honest, Azuma really wasn't feeling building another box, even if this one was going to be smaller and have a ceiling. No, he wanted to sleep somewhere cool and build himself a proper house once he had all the materials necessary. That was tomorrow's problem. Right now, style was the goal, and the green-haired teen had just the right idea in mind.

I get to be lazy for a few days if this works, which it should.

Azuma walked a few feet away from his new reservoir, but remained facing the north wall of his compound. He then, in a ritual that was becoming obnoxiously familiar, clapped his hands to the ground, releasing chakra into it with a clear purpose in mind. From the floor arose two small square stone pillars, 3 feet apart from one another and about 7 feet tall. These pillars were also located about feet away from the north wall. Beyond this, two platforms, about 3 feet wide and 1 foot thick, connected themselves to the pillars from the perimeter wall. The first platform was built at a height of about 3 feet off the ground. The second one was attached at the very top of the pillars, 7 feet high.

Type: Supplementary/Offensive/Defensive
Rank: D
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 10
Damage: 20
Descripton: Creates small pillars of earth, small tools, and small shields of earth

The result of this set of creations was the basic shape of a single bed with a cover above it that could block rainfall (although seeing as Azuma was in the desert, he didn't think that would be a problem), and more importantly, pesky morning... or mid-afternoon sunlight. He had a bed! That was a first.

Then, with a sigh of relief, Azuma removed his pack and took out his bedroll, which had admittedly seen lots of use, and positioned it upon the lower platform. He was finished! And by the sky's evidence, he was well ahead of his sunset deadline. That said, he wasn't going to wait on the sun for him to get some fucking sleep. So, with full knowledge that there was still lots of empty space to fill in his compound, but complete comfort in that fact seeing as it had only been a day, Azuma pulled himself onto his new bed of sorts, slipped into his bedroll, and closed his eyes, relishing in the fact that the platform above him shaded him from the sun that had so often conspired to ruin his plans for relaxation.
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Azuma's first interaction with another human in a long while took place a few days after he set up his compound's little skeleton. In that time, he'd added a doorway, and had begun studying how to create some rudimentary form of running water. By extension, it made sense that he was due for a run into the nearest village or town for supplies. It was when he decided to set out that the person in question appeared.

It had to have been high noon when Azuma saw the brown-hooded figure approaching across the now mostly flat sand-scape. That was his first indication that something was off. It was the middle of the day, and travel was dangerous.

Why would anybody be travelling through the desert at this time of day? That's a death sentence for any non-Shinobi. Unless-

He was cut off by a kunai flying past his face and grazing his cheek in the process, lodging itself in the outer wall of his compound. Azuma's eyes widened immediately, but before he allowed any other thoughts run through his head, he took up a traditional Strong Fist stance with his right foot pointed forwards and his left foot pointed sideways along with the rest of his body. At this point, the hooded person was moving much more quickly than he'd initially seen; so fast that sand was literally being kicked up into a cloud behind her. There wasn't much time to do anything other than fight.

He's fast.

That they were. In seconds, the figure was upon him, Wakizashi in their left hand. From a few feet away, Azuma could barely make out the movements of a downwards slash being prepared from the person's right hand side. In response, the Uchiha drew his own sword, a Katana, to counteract the opponent's swing, their steel meeting in the space between them within a mere moment. Sparks flew off of both blades immediately, and just as quickly, Azuma could tell his enemy was stronger than him.

He ground his teeth as the force of the opponent's strike kept pushing him backwards. First he gave an inch, than another. Soon, Azuma was being forced up against the outer wall of his compound. The doorway was about five feet to his right. If he could get inside, he would have a more stable footing, and it wasn't as if there was a lack of open space. As his arms pulsated with pain, he waited for the right moment to escape.

Wait...

With a single surge of force, Azuma forced both of his arms downwards, pulling the sword out from the clash along with them. In this brief moment, he ducked, his opponent's Wakizashi slicing through the air where his head had just been. Originally, he had then planned to follow his dodge with a dash towards the doorway, but that didn't appear to be in the cards.

Now-

The teen's self-signal was interrupted by a swift kick to the left side of his chest, strong enough to send him flying through the air, parallel to his wall. Azuma saw the doorway fly by and grunted in both pain and disappointment.

****. There goes that plan.

He then planted his hands in the sand and let his body skid to a halt, prior to letting out a cough. His enemy had more than likely just cracked one of his ribs. That was unfortunate. Now he REALLY needed to get into town. Looking up from his position, Azuma saw that the cloaked figure was now taking his time moving towards the boy, clearly no longer seeing him as a threat following their first little encounter. The green-haired shinobi took this opportunity to raise a hand and speak between his pants.

"Who the hell are you? Why did you attack me?"

Heh. It was worth a shot. Lucky for him, the opponent acknowledged his words, although they didn't stop moving forwards, only choosing to reply in a light, snide tone ripe with some form of anger.

"I could ask you the same thing. What right did you have to build over my family's grave? Tell me that and maybe I'll give you a better answer. Oh, and your name could help too. I don't like burying people without something to write on the headstone."

Azuma grimaced with a little bit of intrigue plaguing his face at the same time. That answer hadn't helped him out much, but it had provided him with a couple of pieces of information. For one, the skeletons he'd unearthed earlier this week had been those of this person's family, most likely. That was unfortunate. The second thing was a little bit less important, but was just as interesting to him.

Judging by his opponent's voice, this hooded figure was a girl.

Well shit, he was just a regular at getting his ass kicked, wasn't he? Okay, well, better get his head back to the fight if he wanted to survive. As the enemy continued to walk forwards and reached within 5 meters of Azuma, he came up with an idea. First, he sheathed his Katana. Then, he threw his hands forwards while focusing chakra into them. From his palms erupted a torrent of water, aimed straight at his opponent.

(Suiton: Seiryūshō) - Water Release: Azure Dragon Palm
Type: Offensive
Rank: B
Range: Short
Chakra: 20
Damage: 40
Description: The user unleashes a spiralling torrent of water from his hands.

The girl, of course, decided to respond with her sword. At first, Azuma wondered how exactly she intended to do such a thing, seeing as thin metal, no matter how well it could cut, was for the most part unable to deal with a torrent of water. How wrong he was. Her Wakizashi took on a blue glow before she swung it, releasing that blue glow in the form of a wide, circular object, which she quickly swatted the torrent away with. Just as quickly, the glow vanished. Furthermore, he swore he could have seen his opponent smirk under the shadow of her hood.

Damn them. Cheeky asshole. Okay.

Okay then. So water wasn't the best option. Azuma had an idea though; and it required that he test out his enemy's defenses with a few more attacks. So, he darted to the right, away from his walls, and wove a single handseal while he did so. He then inhaled.

Let's try fire.

Following an infusion of chakra into his lungs, the boy exhaled a massive, dragon shaped fireball in the still slowly-moving hooded girl's direction. She appeared to respond with, yet again, a construct formed out of her glowing sword. ****, okay, so was her technique neutral to all elements? Azuma's first thought had been that it was some sort of Raiton ability, but it seemed to be something else entirely. Ah, **** it. Deciding that deduction was best left to the pros, the Uchiha made a decision that was probably for the best.

After a brief moment, Azuma's eyes swirled with red, developing three Tomoe around his pupils. Following this, oddly enough, his enemy actually stopped their slow, menacing course forwards, taking a moment to comment on the turn of events.

( Doujutsu: Sharingan ) Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye
Type: Supplementary
Rank: C - A Rank
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 15 - 30 ( -5 per turn for 1T and 2T, 10 per turn to keep active for 3T )
Damage: N/A
Description:
One of the Three Great Dōjutsu (San Daidōjutsu), the Sharingan is the kekkei genkai of the Uchiha clan. Unlike the other Dōjutsu, not all members of the Uchiha Clan possess the Sharingan. This great Dōjutsu seems to awaken only on exceptional Uchiha members and only in times of great stress. Once awaken, the pupil turns red and a single tomoe (巴) seal appears around the center pupil. As the user masters and evolves their eyes, the tomoe (巴) seals increase, topping 3 per eye. The main ability of the Sharingan, like any other Dōjutsu, is to enable the user to see the flow of chakra. This ability is further improved as the Sharingan gives color to chakra, enabling the user to differentiate chakras from different people or from different sources. Although the user can see chakra through matter, he cannot see beyond dense matter or in long distances. Coupled with the ability to see chakra, Sharingan users gain acess to an incredible clarity of perception that enables them to read insanely fast movements or minor details, enabling them the ability to foresee in an easier way, traps, incoming attacks, etc. This clarity of perception is so great that a Sharingan user can sometimes start performing a counter to an attack that is still being performed, enabling the counter to be launched only a split a second after the attack. This clarity of perception leaves Sharingan users able to track high speed movement easily as well as to read through handseals. This last ability enables them to learn techniques much faster and sometimes copy them directly from the enemy, as long as the user has the necessary chakra affinities and requirements to perform it. Finally, the Sharingan is often linked to Genjutsu and mind-manipulating illusions, mostly because the user can, mostly through Eye Contact, directly and precisely use his chakra to manipulate the enemy's chakra flow. In return, the users clarity of perception gives him the ability to more easily decipher visual illusions cast upon him and see past them. The Sharingan has a great cost to the user though. The chakra consumption disables its use for long periods of time and, even when the user grows stronger, it's still hard to keep it active for long periods of time.
Note: The user, if he hasn't gained full mastery over his Sharingan, will need to spend a move to activate it, although as long as he has chakra and enough stamina he'll be able to keep it active until the end of the match. If the user is Sannin Rank or above and has gained his 3 Tomoe Sharingan and held it for one month, he becomes able to passively activate it, meaning he'll no longer spend a move of his 3 per turn.
Note: To avoid direct Eye Contact and be able to focus only on the body movement below the chin, the opponent needs to have mastered Taijutsu to possess the necessary skill
Note: C rank usage is for 1T Sharingan, B rank usage is reserved for 2T Sharingan. A Rank usage is reserved for 3T Sharingan.
Note: Predicting the nature of a technique or what it exactly is requires the user to either know the technique or that its a cannon technique.
Note: Danzo and Kakashi bios activate the Sharingan by removing the covers in their respective eyes and suffer a +10 chakra consumption per turn penalty
Note: The user is bound by the abilities and limits of the stage of sharingan he possesses, stated in the rules of the KG.

"What's up with your eyes?"

Hah. Shit, what else was new? Azuma was so used to people knowing about the Sharingan that he'd forgotten some people probably had never even heard of it around these parts. He stifled a painful chuckle while giving the girl a half-hearted reply, his mind still racing for an idea, seeing as physically, he was entirely outmatched.

"I don't think I have to tell you that, but for the sake of it; It's a part of my heritage. I'm an Uchiha."

After a brief moment, his adversary simply shrugged.

"Never heard of them."

Azuma sighed, although his brain was experiencing far more interesting ideas.

That's good; now I just need to-

His thoughts were again interrupted by a change in his opponent's speed, the figure rushing his way with clear intent to get the battle over with. This time, while he could certainly track her better, she was coming from a lot closer and he wouldn't be able to draw his sword in time, nor weave handseals. His eyes could predict the arc of her incoming swing; a horizontal slash, surely capable of slicing him open like a fish. So, what COULD he do? Azuma made a decision on the fly.

As the slash coursed forwards, the green haired teenager swung his right arm downwards with the goal of trading blows. Azuma soon felt the searing pain of the girl's sword cutting into his chest, but at the same time, he could also feel his fist making contact with her face. Then, as time ceased to slow in his eyes, the exchange ended with the slice finishing, although not nearly as deeply as she'd intended it to, and the girl stumbling backwards, reeling from the harsh strike to her head.

(Kodzuku) Punch
Type: Offensive
Rank: D
Range: Short
Chakra: N/A
Damage: 20
Description: One of the simplest moves in Taijutsu, the user will simply use one of his hands to deliver a simple punch by clenching his fist and swinging his arm. The user is free to do variations of a basic frontal punch and the technique though simple, can be deadly for strong users.

Azuma coughed at the exertion. Even though the strike had been shallow, his black tank-top was now drenched in blood, a resource which he was losing rather quickly. He needed to finish this soon, or else he'd BE finished. The enemy, on the other hand, wasn't all too flustered, simply shaking their head and ignoring whatever damage, if any, the punch had caused. Azuma glared daggers in her direction, observing her chakra pathways for a brief moment.

I need to land at least one big blow to turn this around, and I think I know how, but it's a big if, and it relies on an assumption which could very well be wrong, so I'll say this once-

Azuma let both of his hands fall to his sheathed Katana.

-let's gamble.

The boy kicked himself forwards, dashing with all the speed he could muster, aiming himself straight at his opponent. The girl seemed just as eager to strike him down, and prepared a sword-swing of her own. But what she couldn't count on was Azuma's eyes. He saw her strike, he knew where it would cut. And so he drew his sword ever-so slightly out of his scabbard a bit early, knowing that speed-wise, he couldn't match her on even footing.

One inch closer. And then another. She swung, and in time, so did he. And then, just as their blades were about to meet, Azuma allowed his chakra to flow throughout the sword, electrifying it. Time, once again, took up its normal pace from his point of view, and in a flash the collision was over. He stood, his Katana crackling with lightning extended out in front of him. His eyes were aimed forwards, towards the horizon, just the same. It was like a scene out of some Samurai film.

(Chō Biburāto Raitontō) - Super Vibrating Lightning Release Sword
Type: Supplementary
Rank: B
Range: Short
Chakra: 20
Damage: N/A (+40 to Kenjutsu/sword-related attacks)
Description: The user channels their lightning chakra into a blade, increasing its vibrating frequency and giving it more cutting power than standard wind techniques.

Then, he heard the sound of a blade lodging itself in the sand, and took note of the grunt his opponent had just made. Azuma finally allowed himself to turn around, making sure not to re-sheathe his sword. He was greeted by the sight of half of the girl's Wakizashi blade missing from it's original home, as well as a thin line of blood dripping down across her now shredded tunic. In the collision, at some point, her hood had blown off, revealing a head of flowing, reddish hair, and the fair face of a girl who looked not much older than he did.

Azuma took this brief reprieve to speak once again, hoping to at least try to salvage the situation.

"I figured; you're a Samurai, aren't you? Or do you just not know any Ninjutsu?"

He could see the girl's jaw tense at the mention of her identity. She remained facing the other way for the most part, her eyes still hidden from Azuma's view.

"Maybe."

A brief second passed before Azuma allowed himself to speak again, fully aware that time was of the essence with an open wound like his.

"I'm Azuma. If you still need something to put on the headstone, I mean."

The girl's face remained turned in another direction, although her reply indicated at least some waning in her intent to murder him. A little, at least.

"Duly noted. I...I won't apologize for striking down a man who built over the graves of my clansmen."

He grimaced, unsure how to deal with the situation.

"For the record, I didn't know about the skeletons until a few days ago. I'm sorry I treated the dead with such disrespect."

Hell, am I always this apologetic? Where the **** are the curse words?

Yes, even he felt a bit out of his element talking about a sensitive topic such as deceased family, no matter how distant. Hell, it wasn't like it was an unfamiliar topic to him; he'd never really known his parents. Clearly, this girl didn't feel the same way though.

"You may repent with your life. You are a fighter of honor, to have struck me from the front in such a lopsided confrontation. I take no pleasure in striking you down, but know I must do so in honor of my family. They are my pride, and the only thing I have to define me."

He stifled a chuckle. Even she knew how outmatched in raw power he was against her. Azuma's Ninjutsu arsenal was far too pinpoint for a fight against somebody with such a physical advantage against him. Still, it was clear only one of them would finish this fight standing. In that moment, the girl finally turned around, her piercing blue eyes meeting with his own red orbs.

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In that second, Azuma cast a genjutsu upon the girl, although its nature was yet to be revealed.

( Doujutsu: Genjutsu Sharingan ) - Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye Illusion
Type: Supplementary
Rank: A
Range: Short - Mid
Chakra cost: 30
Damage points: N/A
Description: This technique is simply the use of generic genjutsu used by members of the Uchiha clan. By simply having their opponents look into their eyes, the Uchiha can lock the user within a genjutsu of their choosing.
Note: Can only be used with 3 tomoe sharingan

The girl spoke yet again while she drew yet another Wakizashi from under the part of her cloak which hadn't yet been shaved away. This time, her words resonated with determination and begrudging respect, not anger.

"This next contest will be our last, Uchiha-San. You know as well as I do that neither one of us will stand through another deep strike, and I intend to make contact before you do. My name is Tsukimiya Shiro. You have earned that knowledge."

Instead of speaking, Azuma simply nodded, observing as her sword once again took on a blueish glow, although this time it didn't extend into any sort of construct. Then, interestingly enough, the girl moved the Wakizashi to her side, as if it were in a sheathe.

Iaido, I suppose.

Ah. So this was it. He rushed forwards in time with the girl, fully committed to a right-diagonal slash across her chest as he did so. Then, as if nothing at all had happened, the girl cut into the green-haired boy before he could even make a move, her sword swing no more than a flash in the pan, having re-sheathed itself near-immediately. His throat exploded with blood, and his corpse fell to the ground.

And then, she felt a searing pain spread across her lower abdomen. The corpse faded from view, and to her right stood Azuma, clearly struggling to stand as blood dripped down from the gash across his chest. His sword was cleanly behind her, having struck her in a horizontal slash not unlike the one she had struck him with earlier. She felt little pain, the wound having been numbed by the crackling energy surrounding the boy's Katana. She even managed to choke out a few words.

"Y-you... I have b-been bested, if not in the purest f-fashion."

He frowned, unsure how to process the situation at hand, only managing yet another apology.

"I'm sorry. I am a Shinobi; and I am not honorable, I apologize for allowing you to believe that. Like you, my pride lies in my family, and I used our abilities to win this fight."

She simply offered him a confused glare, before uttering her last words before collapsing to the sand.

"T-there is no dishonor in taking pride in your family, Uchiha Azuma. T-that is the greatest honor you may bring to yourself."

And then, she fell. Azuma took a brief moment to breathe, then sent fire-transformed chakra into his hands, running them over the deeper-than expected cut across his chest. He winced in pain at the cauterization. It was a pain he was not foreign to, but still, it was just that; painful.

Then, with the immediate danger out of the way, he allowed his gaze to shift down as his eyes returned to normal. He looked upon the body of the girl... no, Shiro, shielded only by her cloak. He saw the blood trickling out of her two wounds, and he contemplated.

And then, he saw her chest moving, ever so slightly, up and down. In that moment, his mind was made up. Ducking to the ground, Azuma grunted in tremendous pain as he scooped the girl up and began to walk her back into the compound. She only wanted to do what he did; honor her family. This compound was, to be fair, built on stolen property.

It was the least he could do.

So he would try his damndest to save her. Surely it couldn't be too hard, if he had at least stopped his own bleeding for now.

Damn empathy.

He could try all he wanted, but Azuma was, even at his worst, a person who meant well, and a person who took on the pain of others. Right now, he could both literally and figuratively imagine what Shiro was going through, and he couldn't bear to let her suffer through it any longer.
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Azuma had to move quickly, and he meant quickly. It wasn't as if he was out of the woods, but his bleeding had stopped and had resulted from a comparatively shallow wound, whereas Shiro was suffering blood loss from two wounds delivered by an electrically-charged sword. There was a stark difference between the damage dealt by a chakra-enhanced blade and cold, normal steel, and it was one the Uchiha was witnessing right in front of his eyes. In fact, while he could get away with cauterizing his wounds, he wasn't even sure whether that would suffice for the girl in his arms because there might have been some internal bleeding from her deeper, more severe wounds.

It looked like he would have to save her life the old fashioned way then. Alright.

So he picked up speed, his legs carrying him into his compound as quickly as possible, doing his best to ignore the pulsating ache spreading through his arms. As soon as he arrived in the more sheltered area, Azuma glanced around, unsure of what to do next. He saw his travel bag lying next to the rudimentary bed he'd built for himself. Immediately, he sprinted over in it's direction.

Come on, come on... tell me you have what I need...

Upon reaching the stone bed, he lay the red-haired girl's body upon it, facing upwards. It would do as an operating table for now, he supposed. Then, the teenage shinobi ducked underneath the bed, pulling his large travel bag out as he did so. Azuma proceeded to rummage through the bag, pulling out a few things in the process. First, he tossed one of many small cloths onto the ground. Then, he continued sifting through the rummage, cursing his own lack of organization.

Damn it, all I need is a fucking needle. I have one of those right? Come on.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a metallic glint. There! In a flash, his right hand jabbed in and out of the bag, returning with a small sewing needle and tiny spool of thread. That was perhaps the most important item for the procedure Azuma had in mind, and frankly, Shiro might have been dead on arrival if he hadn't found it. Thank god his adoptive mother had always forced him to travel with a needle and thread. Stitches and sewing, she'd have said, were the unsung heroes of Ninja life.

You weren't wrong, Okaasan.

Even if she'd never shown him love, he was grateful for the shelter her and the clan had provided. Azuma wouldn't have been the same without that part of his life. Enough nostalgia though. Azuma pulled himself back up, holding the needle and thread in his right hand along with the cloth.

Right, well, he needed to see the wounds first. In an instinctual motion, Azuma drew a kunai from his side holster and sliced the girl in front of him's cloak open, allowing him to pull it to the side. She wasn't wearing a shirt; oh dear. As much as his teenage mind wanted to run wild with the girl in front of him's appearance, he had more important things on the brain. Immediately, he could see the two strikes, both planted across her chest starting just above the belly button. He then dropped the kunai, spreading the cloth across the center of both wounds, where the cuts were most severe and blood was still flowing.

The cloth was quickly dampened by the blood. Shit, okay, so he might need another way to stifle the bleeding. Rapidly, Azuma's mind ran through every bit of medical knowledge that he had. In that moment, he glanced over in the direction of his makeshift water tank, and came upon an idea.

Water can dilute blood flow, not just wash it away. I need another cloth.

With a moment of reluctance, Azuma removed his hand from the cloth on Shiro's chest, hoping that the brief dip in pressure wouldn't stop the effort of ceasing the bleeding. He then ducked down to rapidly grab another cloth, knowing that the one he had previously been using would no longer be absorbant like he needed it to be until he rinsed it out. Then, not willing to spend even the spare few seconds it would take to run the few meters over to his water tank, Azuma forced his chakra to quickly expand outwards from his body, letting him literally flicker up to the ledge of his reservoir with tremendous speed.

(Shunshin no Jutsu) - Body Flicker Technique
Rank: D
Type: Supplementary
Range: Short-Long
Chakra Cost:10
Damage Points: N/A
Description: Shunshin no Jutsu is a basic Ninjutsu technique. The ninja will appear and disappear in an instant, allowing them to retreat or attack suddenly. To facilitate the movement, the ninja will often use nearby elements such as mist, sand or leaves to mask their appearance or disappearance.
Note: Cannot be used in battle.

Azuma once again crouched down, dipping the cloth into the water of the reservoir. Making sure it soaked up as much water as possible. Then, the green haired boy once again flickered down to the bed, removing the old cloth and quickly replacing it with the new, wet one. The difference was stark and obvious. Slowly but surely, along with pressure came a stop in the bleeding. Azuma repeated the damping process a few times, squeezing the blood from the cloths into his reservoir, ignoring the fact that he'd need to refill it later.

This went on for well over an hour, eventually culminating with Azuma forcing Katon-influenced chakra into his palms, allowing him to superheat the wet cloths. Quickly, they reached a near-boiling heat, and despite his own familiarity with such things, the young shinobi found himself burning his palms rather mildly, if painfully. He then proceeded to place this cloth on the open wounds. Quickly, the wounds bubbled up and Shiro winced. It was the first sound of pain Azuma had heard from her mouth during this whole process, and frankly, while he should have felt sorry for the girl, he was more relieved that she was capable of making noise in the first place. Regardless, those bubbles indicated the death of any potential infection, and confirmed that there were no deeper, internal wounds which could cause further problems.

Thank god.

Azuma hadn't even noticed that he'd started panting until this very moment. Every technique he'd been employing during his little medical intervention was only of minuscule cost to him, but since he'd been using them so frequently across well over two hours, he was starting to feel the onset of a waning chakra supply, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a good while. Azuma took this brief moment of peace to glance across the girl's body and her troubled, if very still, face. In that second, he came to the conclusion that perhaps, chakra exhaustion wasn't so bad if he could save a life in the process.

She's still breathing, the bleeding has stopped, and there's no serious internal damage. Hell, I'm lucky. Okay, well; now for the stitches.

Ironically, this was the easy part. If Azuma was good at anything, it was stabbing people, and he had, for a time, favored senbon to more traditional ranged weaponry, although that had since changed. Thus, stitching up a pair of wounds wasn't an issue. Within about thirty minutes of careful, clear precision, he wove in two lines of tight stitches to each wound, sure to leave almost no space between each of them. He couldn't half ass this job; a wound like this could reopen just as quickly as it had been created, and frankly, after all of this effort, he couldn't stand the idea of it all going to waste.

So, with careful, steady hands, the wound was closed, and Shiro remained breathing. The sun was already nearing it's last hours in the sky, and the compound was quickly descending into shadow. So, Azuma couldn't blame himself for collapsing, his back against the wall.

He was exhausted, both physically and internally, but for now, he was provided with the opportunity to rest, one he would gladly take. For the moment, Azuma closed his eyes. In his head, he mulled over what would happen upon waking up. Would he wake up?

It was all so confusing, the future and that.
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He woke up midway through the night, the moon beaming down onto his position from straight above the compound. It was large tonight, although super-moons were common in the middle of the desert. Azuma was then rather quickly shaken from his moon-gazing by an aching pain in his wrists. Clearly, he'd been clenching his hands holding one thing or another for far too long that day. It wasn't as if he regretted it though.

Azuma then shifted a little, repositioning himself so that his back wasn't in quite as much of an uncomfortable position. Then, just as he was about to turn to look at the person he'd both fought and saved in the last 24 hours, he found that even the slightest movement had woken up that same individual.

Upon facing her, he found that the girl's eyes were wide open, simply staring at him from her place on what was usually his bed. Then, just a moment after meeting her eyes, Azuma quickly glanced away, unsure of what to say and ripe with some twisted form of embarrassment. Lucky enough for him, the female samurai had a few words to get whatever conversation was to be had on track.

"Why did you save me? I tried to kill you. I would not have done the same for you."

Well, wasn't she good at getting to the point? A simple question with an oddly complex answer. Azuma's gaze remained planted elsewhere, his eyes drifting off to who knows where as he replied.

"You attacked me for violating your family's place of burial, right?"

The girl replied briskly, her voice betraying nothing.

"That is correct."

Azuma spoke just as bluntly, avoiding a show of emotion, although he was wrought with it at the moment.

"Then you were in the right, and regardless of whether I chose to defend my life, you didn't deserve to die out there."

A moment passed between the two, not even wind making a sound. Then, Shiro spoke once again, her tone evasively complimentary, as if she was unfamiliar with the words she was speaking.

"You are odd. For a Shinobi, I mean. I would expect such behavior from a Samurai but-"

Azuma twitched ever-so slightly, before cocking his head in confusion, not quite experienced enough with people to maintain his cool after hearing such a blatantly backhanded compliment.

"Odd? Which Ninja exactly do you surround yourself with, if they aren't so much as respectful of a person's motives? It isn't exactly like we do this because we chose to; we were either born into it or forced there. Nobody wants to be bought and sold as a weapon, trust me."

For the first time in their brief encounter, something odd happened. Shiro frowned, and spoke in a manner which wasn't quite stalwart. She had emotions, obviously, but Azuma had yet to see them until this moment. And boy, were they scary.

"My people were killed by Shinobi. Both here, centuries ago, and where I am from, far to the North. Our ways are looked down upon; you have no right to judge my expectations of you! What else should I have expected upon seeing somebody parading about in a great stone cube where many of my family's bones had once been?!"

Well. That was rather surprising. Finally, Azuma turned to face the girl again, allowing the eye contact to be sustained this time. With that, he just stared for a moment, losing himself in thought. She wasn't wrong. It wasn't as if he'd known what had happened to her people in particular, but at the same time, he did know that many Shinobi looked down upon Samurai, regardless of their clan or social status. It was only reasonable that this girl had her reservations towards him.

Am I really going to say it again? Oh well.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. I suppose I just have a different view of Shinobi, being one myself. That said, I know more than a few people who might fall into your idea of a Ninja."

Images of Sin and Alucard came to mind. They truly had forsaken their paths as people for one of bloodshed and power. To be honest, Azuma preferred having friends.

And maybe he could come out of this whole mess with a new one if he played his cards right.

Shiro spoke next, replying in a more reserved tone of her own this time, although not quite retreating to her once monotone tendencies from earlier in the exchange.

"I too apologize. My original statement was meant as something of a compliment, although I see why it might incite such a reaction."

Azuma raised an eyebrow at the girl's continued usage of such formal language. This time, he allowed some of his natural curiosity to seep into his words.

"Do you always speak like that? I've never met a girl who's as polite as you, especially to somebody they were trying to kill just a few hours earlier."

Through the darkness, Azuma could make out the faintest coloration on Shiro's cheeks. He allowed those previously suppressed teenage impulses to loosen up a little at that sight, although he was more pleasantly surprised than anything.

She's actually pretty cute when she isn't pointing a sword at me.

Furthermore, when the girl spoke this time, she actually sounded a bit flustered before attempting to turn the question around on him. Who knew!

"I-... I take pride in being well spoken, Uchiha-San. Why do you ask? Does it bother you?"

Azuma stifled a laugh at that statement before shaking his head, his own facial features relaxing a bit.

"I never said it bothered me. I was just wondering why. Nothing wrong with speaking well though; I'm not quite as articulate as I'd like to think am, and ****, god knows I'm not the cleanest talker."

Shiro's eyes actually widened at the profanity, clearly affecting her enough to the point where she actually turned away, moving her body to face the other way entirely before speaking in a vaguely offended tone.

"I do not appreciate your language, Uchiha-San."

The green haired boy shrugged, although he found the brief reprieve from what was slowly turning into the world's most awkward interrogation was soon interrupted by a very feminine squeak coming from his left. He quickly shot up to his feet, ignoring the shooting pain that would have otherwise made him wince, having only stood up due to instinct. Azuma then moved to speak, wondering what had elicited such a reaction.

"What's wrong?"

After a second of silence, Shiro spoke, still refusing to turn around and now sounding oddly violated.

"My cloak! Where has it gone?"

Azuma sighed and put a hand to his brow. That was what she was worried about? For ****'s sake, he would never get used to situations like these. It wasn't exactly made any better by the fact that he was a teenager who had thought about exactly what Shiro was thinking about at this very moment, if only in the deeper, less innocent recesses of his mind.

"...I cut it open so I could stitch you up. What did you THINK I'd done with it?"

Immediately, the girl looked like a dear caught in headlights. Even the one cheek Azuma could see was bright red, and it was the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! Soon after, Shiro appeared to attempt to straighten herself, clearly disappointed with her own show of vulnerability.

"O-Oh. Of course you did, Uchiha-San. What else would it have been?"

Azuma simply shook his head before sliding back down against the wall, fully content to allow his wound to keep healing without any further irritation. It was only after several minutes of silence that either one of them spoke.

"I have something to say."

Azuma glanced up from his position on the ground to the source of the soft sound; a now turned-around Shiro. He raised an eyebrow for a moment before speaking his own peace, more confused-sounding than anything.

"You don't need my permission to speak; go ahead."

Shiro nodded, and then seemed to take a moment to work up the courage to say whatever it was she wanted to say. Then, it came out with a practiced smoothness that clearly came from that well-spoken background of hers.

"Thank you for saving my life. I did not deserve this kindness."

Azuma looked at the girl for a second before replying in a resigned tone, rather fed up with Shiro's self-deprecation.

"Stop that. You're as deserving of kindness as any other human; I had hurt you in my own defense and figured I'd try my damndest to make sure I didn't have blood on my hands from someone I hadn't been forced to battle via a contract or something. It was selfish of me. That... and I can understand how painful losing family can be. I've had my fair share of those experiences. People do things out of rage, or out of honor, or out of pride, but regardless of their motive, if it comes from some form of love, I can't fault them for it."

Shiro opened her mouth as if to speak then closed it, instead choosing to process the boy's words. After a moment, she returned to speaking, with a renewed sense of kindness to her words. It was a small gesture, but Azuma did honestly appreciate it.

"I am...glad to know that I am not the only one, but at the same time, do know how awful that must sound to your ears. I hope you understand the meaning of my words. You are a good man; I am lucky to have fallen against somebody like you."

At that, Azuma couldn't help but smile and nod.

"I do understand. No offense taken, Shir-... Tsukimiya-San."

Again, Shiro blushed at his words, specifically when he nearly used her first name. Then, after a moment, the girl appeared to correct him.

"Shiro is fine, Uchiha-San."

Azuma looked at the girl for a moment before acknowledging her statement with a reply of his own.

"Then you can call me Azuma."

The redhead's face didn't change at all upon hearing this, although Azuma could tell that inside, the gesture was at least somewhat confusing to her.

"...Alright, Azuma-San."

He snorted. Maybe eventually he'd get her to drop the honorific. Wait, hold on.

Eventually?

Where exactly WAS she going to go after this was all said and done? Did she still hold a grudge? Did she have any destination in mind? There were so many questions he hadn't had answered yet, but still, one statement rang out in his mind. A suggestion more than anything, but still, a statement. It only took Azuma a few seconds to decide what he was going to say after taking note of it. Perhaps this meeting had been for the better.

"I don't have any hatred for you, you know. You aren't my enemy as far as I'm concerned. As such... I'm inclined to offer you a place here."

Shiro's eyes widened at that statement, unsure of what to say as the green-haired boy gestured to the area around him.

"It isn't much, but I could use another pair of hands around. I totally get it if you were going somewhere, obviously. I just... I would feel wrong not at least allowing you to stay somewhere which truly belongs to your family, especially after doing what I've done to it."

Yet again, silence fell upon the unlikely duo. Only after over a minute by his count did the girl in question speak again, and by all rights, her answer surprised him.

"I... would like that."

Azuma avoided making any grand gestures at the moment, but nodded with a soft smile on his face before leaning back and relaxing his muscles.

"Alright. Rest now. We can talk more tomorrow."

Shiro herself also managed a nod then closing her eyes, although not without one last farewell for the evening.

"Right. Goodnight, Azuma-San."

The Uchiha once again glanced up at the quickly fading form of the girl he'd so oddly found himself sitting next to before replying about as simply as possible, lacking any further words for the moment.

"Goodnight, Shiro."

They were both sound asleep within minutes.
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It was a full week before both of the two young, solitary warriors were healed enough to resume any significant degree of mobility. Surprisingly, there was little further opportunity across that week for Azuma to interact with Shiro. No, he'd spent most of his time cleaning his wound, cleaning her wounds, and finding food for them both to eat. It was only on that seventh day, in the early hours of the morning, when Shiro finally was well enough to walk about for long periods of time, that she asked him anything meaningful.

"So, why do you hunt all of your food, Azuma-San?"

It wasn't that the question was odd, just that it came out of nowhere. Azuma turned his head back in the girl's direction prior to responding from his position near a small table-like platform he'd been using to draw out ideas for a running water system.

"Oh? I don't know how else I'd get it."

Shiro looked confused, seeming muddled by the green-haired boy's naivety.

"You are aware that you could grow food, correct?"

Azuma froze in his tracks. How the HELL hadn't he thought of that. For somebody who prided himself upon his intellectual faculties, that had been a pretty idiotic possibility to overlook. Thus, despite the tint of embarrassed red coating his cheeks at this revelation, the Uchiha did his best to shrug it off.

"I guess I never really thought about that. It's a good idea though; works in conjunction with my idea for running water."

The girl furrowed her brow even further, continuing her little prodding campaign directed towards Azuma's rather lacking self-management skills, and rightfully so. This time, she spoke with a more advising tone, although her words could have come across as intentionally rude to anybody who hadn't known her for a little while.

"That is odd, for somebody who lives by themselves in the middle of the desert. You are smart, but clearly you are still lacking in maturity, Azuma-San."

Azuma shot Shiro an indignant look from his position at the table and simply shrugged prior to brushing the girl's little assault off with a comeback of his own, spoken in a vaguely sarcastic tone. He'd found, over the past few days, that sarcasm was a form of humor that she responded to rather well.

"This, coming from the girl wearing said immature boy's T-shirt and sweatpants? I'm so hurt, Shiro."

Upon hearing his words, Shiro huffed about for a moment and pulled up the blanket Azuma had provided for her up closer to her face, covering the simple white shirt that she had on. It wasn't her fault that she hadn't been travelling with any other clothing. It was hot in the desert, for damned sake! Thus, she spoke in a resigned if flustered tone of voice, clearly annoyed at having this little issue pointed out.

"Shut up."

Azuma raised his eyebrows at that, even taking the opportunity to further poke fun at the girl.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you use anything remotely resembling an insult, Shiro. I must be doing a good job getting close to you.

As if she hadn't been flustered enough, Shiro nonchalantly tossed the blanket back onto her bed and waltzed over to the table, sitting down with all the theatricality of a three-year-old throwing a tantrum. For somebody so composed much of the time, she was a very sensitive person. That, or just a little socially deprived.

Or maybe both? Who knows.

Upon sitting down, the girl appeared to observe Azuma's hand-drawn designs as he went over them, trying to reckon the geography of his new environment with the potential for a pipe system. After a few minutes of glaring downwards, Shiro pointed her finger towards one of the entrances of the compound drawn out on the piece of construction paper, describing an issue that Azuma hadn't really thought of.

"Those pipes might be submerged in this design, but would they not disturb the local giant scorpions? That would be a poor decision, Azuma-San. They are quite fearsome."

Azuma gave Shiro an odd look before rolling his eyes in disbelief, something that the samurai did not appreciate.

"You're what, fourteen? And you still believe in myths like that? I've lived here for a good little while now and I've never once seen even one of them. Shiro, for somebody who prides herself on her maturity and composure, you're a tad gullible."

Immediately, the girl snapped back at him, intent to correct the few smaller, and single larger, mistakes that he had made when talking to her. There was no real malice in her voice, but she was certainly a little bit annoyed.

"For one, I am fifteen years old, Azuma-San; and for your information, I turn sixteen in only a few weeks. Furthermore, I assure you that the myths surrounding the Bone Fields' infamous giant scorpions are very true. All Tsukimiya-style Kenjutsu is derived from observing the scorpions of this desert."

Azuma looked at the girl for a moment once again, pondering upon her answer. She certainly seemed dedicated to her truth; and frankly, he wasn't really willing to doubt that the girl's clan had some natural source for their style of swordplay. So, instead of pushing the issue, he resorted to a classic tactic. That was, of course, changing the subject. With a newborn smile and a lighter tone of voice, he replied to Shiro, if indirectly.

"That's funny. I'm fifteen as well, and I'm turning sixteen in a few weeks as well. When's your birthday?"

Worth asking, at least. If I'm living with her, I should get to know her better.

After staring at Azuma with a clearly forced indignation for a second, Shiro replied simply, content with the knowledge that, in her mind, she had one that brief little clash in wildlife knowledge.

"I was born the 30th of December."

Azuma's eyes widened, and then he broke down laughing. Shiro again took on that annoyed tone of voice, unsure what to make of the green-haired teenager laughing over his half-baked underground pipe plans.

"What is it that is so funny, Azuma-San!"

After a minute spent recovering and clutching at his chest, the Uchiha composed himself enough to respond to the girl, completely lacking in any negative emotion as he did so. Talking with her was a strangely enjoyable experience for him, it seemed; especially for somebody who wasn't very talkative.

"N-nothing... it's just a crazy coincidence. What're the odds that we have the same birthday?"

It was Shiro's turn to have her eyes widen, unsure what to make of this development. Then, after a brief moment of silence, she spoke again, this time with a previously unheard mildly mischievous intent in her voice.

"I believe the odds are one in three-hundred-sixty-five, Azuma-san."

Was that an attempt at a joke? Jesus, we have work to do.

The last of his laughter having tapered off already, the green-haired teenager gave his companion a deadpan glare, clearly unimpressed with her attempt at humor.

"Shiro, it was rhetorical."

The girl immediately deflated at her joke's failure, still clearly adjusting to residing with such a carefree person. She really was just that socially inept; it wasn't an act, was it? Azuma looked at her for a second, then decided to cheer her up with something he'd been planning to do anyway. Hopefully, the girl didn't mind the idea of activity this soon after her recovery.

"Alright. Chin up, you have plenty of time to learn how to land jokes, even if I'm not sure why you don't know how to already. Right now, I think we should head into the town on the outskirts of the desert. We can get you some clothes which you actually want, and I actually buy the things I need to get this water system working. The only other thing I can think of is some more medicals supplies... maybe a generator and some appliances. Hell, maybe I'll pick up some seeds, see if you can help me plant some food for some point in the future. It isn't like I have anything else to do with my money. Does that sound good?"

Rather quickly, the young samurai in question perked up at the notion of doing something other than lazing about. Nodding her head with a freneticism that remained one of the few indicators she wasn't an 80-year old grandmother, Shiro spoke with an enthusiastic, if somewhat restrained tone.

"That sounds like a good idea, Azuma-San. But I have a question."

Azuma motioned for the the girl to go on with his right hand.

"What is a generator?"

That hand immediately planted itself on his head. Like he'd said, they had a lot of work to do.
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