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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
Yuu listened with intent. The conversation had gotten more involved than originally intended to, but it kept her talking, something he'd gathered was rather difficult to do. It wasn't the kind of talk that was supposed to be had on a date, but then, Yuu had never been on one. Most of the people in his age group knew him in the academy, when Kamizuru Yuu was still the twin sister of the lilac-headed troublemaker known as Kamizuru Kyo. It made things... difficult.
Tranquilizers were, indeed, useful in many situations. He personally had fallen out of use of them on the field when he had a more effective, regretfully cruder, method of subduing. Many of them, in fact. Although she had a point; Yuu liked to take long shots and occasionally teammates got grazed, but this was a very rare occurrence. Taking a shot from afar required predicting where the target would be by the time the projectile reaches them, and predicting where his own company would be at the point of impact. Naturally, Yuu was not a mind reader, and sometimes those calculations went awry.
The glance at the cat indicated that Jun was likely one of those “interlopers” whom “got caught in the crossfire.” That was always a possibility with animal combat companions. With (oftentimes) smaller bodies than humans, damage received was often more fatal and quick-progressing than that of a human. How many animals had Yuu needed to do a fix job on? The difference between animal and human biology meant little to the partner of the beast, and they needed their partner alive and capable just as any other ninja needed their partner.
Now hallucinogens were a class all their own. There were instances where they could be useful. Shinobi who were resistant to genjutsu were more susceptible to being caught in one if they were already being affected by hallucinations. It allowed the mind to be harassed more thoroughly by even an inexperienced genjutsu user, as the target's mind would already be in a toxin-induced turmoil. Sometimes drugging them was a better way than pure genjutsu, it often depended on both the user and the target.
But her preference seemed to be that of a paralytic. It did have its appeal, Yuu's own numb arrow did something similar. Autonomous body functions don't stop even when numbed, so in a sense it was more satisfying. Assuming the arrow was left in long enough, or there was more than one, the fully-alert target can do nothing but watch himself get carved and not even feel a thing. Yuu'd tested it out on himself when he'd been creating the seal. Wasn't the smartest of methods, but it worked exactly the way it needed to.
It was eerie seeing the contents of your own flesh or the threat of with no feeling. To be unable to do nothing for yourself or your comrades. It was as she said, trapped within the confines of your own body was a feeling of beyond helplessness. That was a particular feeling he was privy to, but for different reasons entirely. Toxins with more potency produced better results, but it was difficult to have any practically without access to a stored greenhouse filled with plants that could induce the most terrible of effects, hives of bees, not only the honey-producing kind, with toxins easily at their disposal. Antivenoms were a common necessity at the hospital, meaning access to countless venoms and the creatures that produce them. Certainly within the power of a shinobi or two whom specialize in poisons to mass-produce personal stock with that sort of VIP access to all of those things, but those types of people weren't very easy to come by, were they? Certainly not ones willing to bring someone along for the ride, most certainly not.
“That really depends on your definition of practically and mass-production. Are you mass-producing for a platoon, or only for yourself? What defines practicality? The ability to utilize those sorts of things in combat when something, say genjutsu as you said, would theoretically be better than a hallucinogenic compound? It depends on what the purpose of your fight is, and whom you're facing, to determine practicality of any weapon.”
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 24, 2014 7:27:15 GMT
Shi politely thanked the waitress that refilled her tea and informed them their food was coming shortly. She didn't envy the girl's job; it must take so much effort to be that pleasant all the time. "If only we could predict those things ahead of time, hm?" She lifted her cup, blowing on the steaming liquid. "War would be much more efficient if the battles we fought were in our minds." The corner of her mouth lifted. "Then again, you'd be out of a job if that were the case, wouldn't you?" How unusual it must be, for one's very livelihood to depend on the proclivity of one's comrades to sustain injury. 'To think that being a killer isn't the most morbid work there is in our world...'
Her head turned faintly, her gaze directed past her current companion, and her lips curved downward at the sight of a little boxy device in vaguely familiar hands. Having an audience was one thing, but this was ridiculous. "I'm guessing you're not an only child, correct?" A brow lifted, any trace of amusement fading. 'That, or he needs to practice perfecting his clones. And the basic concept of stealth.'
“If only we could predict those things ahead of time, hm? War would be so much more efficient if the battles we fought were in our minds. Then again, you'd be out of a job if that were the case, wouldn't you?”
Yuu tapped his fingernails on the linoleum tabletop, thinking it over.
“There's more to a medic's job than just healing the wounded. We do a lot of—”
“I'm guessing you're not an only child, right?”
Yuu articulated the beginnings of a question at the statement, odd-eyed gaze following hers to lie on his twin brother, small red camera in hand. Upon being spotted the male's grin lessened as the lens lowered from his face. Uh-oh. The situation had been to perfect not to try and snap photos of. Yuu's first date with a real girl, daddy would be so proud. Yuu, however, wasn't amused in the slightest.
“Tch. Excuse me for a moment.”
Scooping up his recurve, Yuu's fingers snagged a blue-feathered arrow on his way to the top of the fence rail, a graceful leap back onto the roof of the diner, arrow already nocked and string taut. The point directed right at a lilac head, Yuu took aim, Kyo not even having the chance to break free of the crowd before the string snapped free from the medic's fingers, arrow barely whistling as it shot across the street and directly into the back of Kyo's thigh.
The resulting scream of pain was satisfying in a cruel way, followed by the loud cursing as the immediate pain died. Some passersby looked at Yuu on the roof, but most looked at the male stumbling in the street, whom found walking increasingly difficult by each passing moment. Eventually the knee gave out and he dropped onto it, ripping the arrow easily from his leg and flinging it. Satisfied that someone was going to Kyo's aid, Yuu hopped neatly down between two tables, bow balanced overhead so as not to hit the patrons on either side. Dropping it to slide down his fingers but stop before it hit the ground, he returned to his seat by Shi nonchalantly, replacing the bow by the quiver against the fence, taking a sip of his drink, completely ignoring the comments of those around him with quite a calm expression, as if having successfully gotten rid of a long-term annoyance.
“As far as anyone should be concerned, as of thirty seconds ago, I am an only child. As I was saying, there's more to being a medic than that. An innate knowledge of biology and medicine is useful for both shinobi and civilians off-duty. We can teach, learn, treat, help. We play a larger role in society than just being battlefield bandaids.”
“FՍՍINJUTSU: MAHI YA [SEALING ART: NUMBING ARROW] C|| FՍՍINJUTSU || N/A || LONG || OFFENSIVE/SUPPLEMENTARY”
Of the three kinds of arrows Yuu carries, two types are used for sealing jutsu. Using either a straight-shaft bolt or barbed arrow, he dips them in Kamizuru beeswax. The seal is carved into the shaft through the wax. He fills the arrow with specialized healing chakra before firing. Upon impact, the modified chakra will eject into the target's body, causing a dead numbing to radiate outward from the wound. This can allow for loss of body function depending on where it strikes, but also allows for no pain, meaning blood loss will easily occur if the enemy cannot feel the wound. The numbing effect wears off within minutes of the arrow being removed, however, if struck through a tenketsu, the modified numbing chakra will mix with the target's chakra system and spread much faster, while taking a much longer time to wear off. The straight-shaft bolts are designed to easily strike the tenketsu points, but are easily pulled out. The barbed arrows don't have such precision but cannot be pulled out without causing massive excessive damage.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 24, 2014 19:26:19 GMT
“Tch. Excuse me for a moment.”
A brow lifted faintly as she watched the medic flee to higher ground, her head turning to share a glance with the cat. "He's odd." The feline grinned. "So are you." Shi observed the commotion across the street, her lips curving faintly. "Jun." Paws hit the dirt silently, his tail swaying as he padded off. She observed the male as he retook the seat across from her.
“As far as anyone should be concerned, as of thirty seconds ago, I am an only child. As I was saying, there's more to being a medic than that. An innate knowledge of biology and medicine is useful for both shinobi and civilians off-duty. We can teach, learn, treat, help. We play a larger role in society than just being battlefield bandaids.” "Hn." Of course, they kissed booboos domestically as well as stitching Shinobi back up in the field. However could she forget that surely riveting aspect of the job.
Jun trotted back to the table with a discarded arrow between his teeth, not quite able to smile around it. She took it from him so he could return to the table, resisting the temptation to call him a good boy. He didn't like being referred to like a dog, and a spiteful Jun was usually an irritatingly chatty one around company. Instead she focused on the arrow itself. The blue fletching was certainly eye-catching, particularly against the sheen of fresh blood. Twirling the shaft idly in her fingers she noted the unusual feel to the wood against her fingers; it was treated with something, a thin layer scarcely worth noting if you couldn't feel it for yourself. She wondered idly what had made him choose the bow. It seemed like an odd weapon to master, and time-consuming.
She lifted the arrow, holding the fletching toward the boy in offering. "Are you in the habit of using your abilities on your own family?" Shi had always been given the impression that family was supposed to mean safety and security. Then again, what would she know?
“Are you in the habit of using your abilities on your own family?”
Yuu met her violet eyes for a moment, considering his answer.
“Only on Kyo. It's how we show affection. He knows I'll fix it tonight and do something to get me back for it.”
Kyo and Yuu no longer lived together since Yuu got his own place, but with how often he dropped by you'd think otherwise.
“Keep it. I have no use for it now.”
In combat, Yuu had to make do with every projectile he could find if his arrows were depleted. But otherwise, putting a bloodied one back in the quiver was pointless and unsanitary. Perhaps it was a medic thing, but things soiled with blood should not be put back where they came from, and wiping it off would rub the seals carved into the wood through the wax.
It didn't take much longer for the food to arrive. Yuu was impressed by the table manners of the cat, knowing less sentient creatures to not give a damn when it came to food. Perhaps he should get a pet too. Maybe a rat. Rats were adorable.
“What kinds of things do you like, Shi?”
WORD COUNT | 201 TAGS | Adachi Shizuka ADDL. NOTES | To get straight to the point.
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 24, 2014 23:07:05 GMT
“What kinds of things do you like, Shi?”
She chewed thoughtfully, considering the question. Did she like anything enough to mention to the boy before her? This was one of those things that she hated, this getting to know you nonsense. No one really cared what your likes were unless your interests and hobbies matched theirs. Most of her hobbies were things that had been forced on her that she tolerated for their ability to occupy her spare time, it wasn't as though she couldn't live without doing any of them. She wiped her mouth idly as she swallowed. "Training." She sipped her tea, twirling her chopsticks idly. At least there was one benefit to sharing meals; if her mouth was occupied she couldn't be expected to speak could she?
Yuu hummed at her response, swallowing a mouthful of noodles. That really wasn't something he could work with well. He knew she liked poisons, at any rate, and now training. He was hoping for something a little more recreational, but he'd have to make do. He'd already gotten more out of her than he expected initially. Licking the miso from his his lips, he spoke.
“Then let's train together some time.”
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Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 25, 2014 0:36:45 GMT
“Then let's train together some time.”
"Hn." Training with another person was never easy. Anyone who'd seen her bloodline in action rarely wanted to get close enough for her to use it, and holding back was a waste of time. He seemed most comfortable at a distance, if the bow was any indication, whereas she fought up close and personal, even without her ninjutsu, so she was left to wonder how exactly he expected them to be able to do any proper training with one another. 'If nothing else he'd get a chance practice healing.'
Shi observed her plate, searching for some inane topic that would pass the time and end the question session before it began. When all else fails, most people loved to talk about themselves. "What made you choose to specialize in kyudo?"
Yuu stirred his drink with the straw, remembering the first time he'd gotten a bow. That bow was a lot cruder and rough than the one he used now, but its aim was true.
“When I was young my mother told me of the shinobi of her home village, Takigakure. A shinobi she'd idolized there used a bow. Many shinobi find a bow and arrow unconventional because the bow is long and cumbersome, but I find archery to be an elegant practice. It suits my needs and gives much farther range than any hand-thrown projectile. Attaching things to the arrow provides quick delivery to far teammates, extra damage to far enemies, anything, really. Like all things, it has its downsides, but the good outweighs the bad.”
By now he had to fish. Yuu didn't know what sorts of things to talk about on a date. His odd-colored eyes fell to the spotted beast whom was gnawing the last bits of meat off of a bone.
“What made you choose to get a ninneko, and why choose poison?”
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 25, 2014 17:39:51 GMT
Practical and sentimental. At least he seemed to be an even mix of the two. “What made you choose to get a ninneko, and why choose poison?” She followed his gaze to her feline partner.
"Jun was forced on me as a genin." The feline huffed but was far more interested in enjoying his meal than debating her affections in front of a stranger. "Namame didn't want to have to deal with two kittens and he apparently thought forcing a small, helpless creature into my care would somehow improve me rather than doom him." She didn't mention that it had probably done a bit of both.
She sipped her tea. "Poison was a preference of my mother's, one of the only things about her I was able to learn." She'd also seemed to like flowers as a whole; she had her own little garden according to the photo's she'd found in storage under her family name. I researched the subject out of curiosity and found it's a convenient backup weapon." Plus the prick of a needle was less damaging than being slashed by a blade, which would usually happen if she was given a weapon to fight with. Her teammates hadn't enjoyed sparring with her very much.
"Do all Kamizuru have such varied interests?" She twirled some noodles around her chopsticks, the corner of her mouth lifting. "From how some tell it you'd think members of your clan live in a buzzing nest and polish their stingers all day."
“Jun was forced on me as a genin. Namame didn't want to have to deal with two kittens and he apparently thought forcing a small, helpless creature into my care would somehow improve me rather than doom him."
Yuu could see the reasoning for that. It also explained why Kashii possessed a cat identical to Jun. He'd never asked. The blue-haired male often gave roundabout answers and was generally infuriating to talk to at times. But he seemed to have gentle inclinations towards the girl across from Yuu, and that was why he continued to talk to him.
"Poison was a preference of my mother's, one of the only things about her I was able to learn. I researched the subject out of curiosity and found it's a convenient backup weapon."
“Poison has always been a convenient method of death.”
"Do all Kamizuru have such varied interests? From how some tell it you'd think members of your clan live in a buzzing nest and polish their stingers all day."
Oh ha ha, sooo funny. It wasn't something Yuu hadn't heard before. Still, the image of “polishing their stingers” brought a little color.
“Every morning and evening, some before every meal. We try not to look them in the eye. How about yourself?” he countered, “I heard Bakuton users give a good blow.”
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 26, 2014 3:22:23 GMT
“Every morning and evening, some before every meal. We try not to look them in the eye. How about yourself? I heard Bakuton users give a good blow.” A feline hack made violet eyes roll, her hand striking the chocking nincat. He wheezed briefly, once the chunk of meat went down the correct pipe, catching his breath. And then, he leveled his gaze on her. "A good blow." He snorted, cackling like a child. Clearly he was spending entirely too much time being corrupted by his sister and her human if he understood that joke.
A navy eyebrow lifted, the corner of her mouth twitching idly as her gaze slid back to the boy. "When a blast user gets done with you, you never walk again." The cat snorted again, muttering into his plate about humans in heat and bad sensei. Shi feigned deafness and sipped her tea. "I suppose you may get the chance to see for yourself if you wish to train with me. I hope you're sturdier than you look, otherwise you won't last very long." If her time with Namame had taught her anything it was how to play these particular games, and Shi played to win.
Even if the girl didn't seem too amused, the cat most certainly did, and the reaction he gave was hilarious in and of itself. Brownie points with the wrong individual, but it helped, if anything.
“When a Bakuton user gets done with you, you never walk again.”
“Sounds like a nice time.”
Again, the cat's responses were amusing. Perhaps treating the animal like a child was the wrong way to go. He'd have to get Jun alone one of these days; Yuu had a feeling the animal would answer quite honestly at his owner's expense. It was getting the feline alone that would be troublesome. Yuu could probably work something out with Kashii's Cat; there seemed to be a strong connection there. He knew for sure the bluenette would attempt to pull some strings, that meddlesome oaf.
“I suppose you may get the chance to see for yourself if you wish to train with me. I hope you're sturdier than you look, otherwise it won't last very long.”
Somehow Yuu knew that training together would somehow go awry, but it was another chance to be with her outside of the office. There was a fleeting worry of the idea of hurting the girl for the way he felt of her, but it just as quickly left. She was a very capable kunoichi, and he was a very capable medic. She didn't seem the type to hold back, therefore, he shouldn't either. He could treat her wounds and his own when things were said and done.
“Don't question my stamina, and I won't question yours. I can hold out much longer than one would think.”
Stamina training was one of the disciplines behind becoming a medic. Never, no matter what, should the medic go down until everyone else on his team has fallen. Never stop supporting, never stop healing. It required a lot of stamina to avoid taking significant damage on top of protecting your own. Didn't necessarily mean he'd win in a spar; close range was not Yuu's strong suit. Arrows can be blown away by blast jutsu. He'd have to numb her hands early on to at least handicap... perhaps thinking out ways of injuring her could wait until after the first date ends, Yuu...
Post by Adachi Shizuka on Jul 26, 2014 7:42:29 GMT
“Don't question my stamina, and I won't question yours. I can hold out much longer than one would think.” Her smirk was small. "I suppose we'll see."
She ate quietly, contemplating the male before her. He was... Unusual. Not remotely like her, she could be sure, but not completely unworthy of her time. It didn't hurt that she was familiar enough with him, and he with her. He probably knew what to expect when dealing with her, which was very little. She'd been generous this evening as it was. Then again, this was an unusual case for Shi. Usually the only human company she had was someone she'd known since she was twelve, they had a rapport. Granted she still wanted to strangle him half the time, but at least they were comfortable enough with one another that she didn't have to feel guilty slipping a little something into his tea when he got too obnoxious. Yuu was far less familiar to her but she found herself responding out of habit. Perhaps she was associating the boy a bit too much with Dave and Kashii. She hadn't started to regret it just yet, but if she considered it too hard she'd definitely step across the line into overthinking territory.
Shi reached toward Jun's dish and spun it idly, giving him easier access to his food. He was putting a decent dent into it, as usual. He licked his furry lips, glancing between the humans before settling on his tawny gaze on Shi, his tail curling. "Is he still odd?" Her lips twitched. He wasn't very subtle, was he? "Yes." The feline smiled. "But you like it." He ignored the lifted brow. "You're still here; you like it." He nodded once, certain. His ear twitched, his tone lowering to a stage whisper. "Are we gonna keep him?" The sigh was longsuffering. "You don't keep people." Whiskers twitched. "You keep Ka-chan." She frowned. "Don't call him that. Her eyes narrowed, and his mouth closed before he could retort that she called him that sometimes. "You don't keep people." The feline frowned, pawing at the half-cleaned bone. "Still like it..."
Her jaw tensed idly before her expression smoothed, her hand reaching for her tea. She really needed to invest in a muzzle. She knew what he was up to, of course. He wanted her to keep talking, even if it was to argue with him; anything to make their outing last longer. He suffered the delusion that she was lonely and needed more friends. Humans aren't meant to be lone hunters. She was getting very tired of arguing about her social habits with a cat. Nincat or none, arguing with your pets usually doesn't bode well for one's mental health. She'd be sociable when she found people worth her time, not before.
Did sparring together count as a second date? It depended on how it ended, Yuu supposed. How damaged they were at the end, at any rate. Whether it would end in a forfeit, draw, or undeniable loss on one end. The thought of taking her down wasn't pleasing, but at the same time, besting her, as a more experienced and accomplished kunoichi, would both be rewarding in its own right and prove to her that he's not as weak as she thinks he is. Yuu's thoughts were distracted when the cat spoke.
“Is he still odd?”
There was that “odd” thing again. Not that it wasn't something Yuu was used to hearing directed at himself over the last few years, but that and synonyms of weren't exactly pleasant to hear. At least he could shrug it off better than he used to be able to.
“Yes.”
Yuu quietly ate, working on finishing his meal, listening to the banter. He hadn't really expected her views of him to change over one dinner. But he had hoped for... oh, Yuu didn't know what he was hoping for.
“But you like it. You're still here; you like it.”
Yuu's gaze went over the rim of his frameless glasses to look at the cat. It was true. She hadn't left yet. From what he gathered, the girl would simply up and go when she didn't agree with the task at hand.
“Are we going to keep him?”
At that question Yuu paused, chopsticks in the hand resting on the table. It was an odd question but one worth hearing the answer to. The mind of a cat was bizarre, sentient ones no exception, so it was possible the animal was speaking on his own terms. It did not, however, give Yuu an explanation of the context.
“You don't keep people.”
A logical answer. People weren't pets to be kept. The utensils in Yuu's hand scraped the bottom of the bowl, looking for small stray noodles hiding in the dark broth.
“You keep Ka-chan.”
“Ka-chan”?
“Don't call him that.”
“Him”? An ice-and-amethyst gaze settled on the girl across from him. Who is “Ka-chan”?
“You don't keep people,” the girl repeated. The cat seemed to be in defeat.
“Still like it...”
Yuu tapped the wood sticks against the rim of the bowl, not exactly sure what to make of the conversation that transpired between the kunoichi and the ninneko. He was inclined to believe Jun, but had no idea what course of action to take. Soon the server would bring the check and the dinner event would come to an end.
“Thank you for taking the time to talk to me. I'd look forward to the test of endurance of having a spar with you.”
WORD COUNT | 465 TAGS | Adachi Shizuka ADDL. NOTES | Bitch I do it just to annoy you.