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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.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 22, 2014 0:23:50 GMT
This was a common sort of activity for Waribou, but most people wouldn't dare. Not that they didn't possess the physical or mental prowess to complete the task. It was that most people didn't have to sneak inside of The Medicinal Greenhouse of Sunagakure. Now that he had stolen about a quarter ounce of the green leafy substance, Waribou was perched atop the glass rooftop like a hawk. In a sense he was, his vision was excellent, spotting many figures in the distance in anticipation to flee from being spotted. Afterall he was doing something most academy nin wouldn't, smoking.
Reaching inside of his hip pouch, he removed a thick leafed cigar from a pocket and stared at it, almost as if he was in awe. The pair of golden orbs he called his eyes scanning it as if he were looking for a certain point on it. Removing the dagger from inside of his loose shirt, he gave a few quick pokes into the end of the cigar. Some of the dry brown leaves inside of it fell out, allowing the end of it to be hollow. He seemed to an amateur, even a child about it. Grabbing a few nuggets of the herb he had taken into the tip of the cigar and twisting it shut.
The next step would be to ignite it, although this was on activity he usually only observed, today he would have his first smoke. Of the most expensive herb in the greenhouse, how it would affect him, he would know shortly.
"Luxury eh? Lemmie see what the hell the fuss is 'bout."
Leaning backward and placing the other end of the cigar in his lips, he used his dreadlocks as a pillow as he gazed towards the clouds. Wind whipping against his face, forcing his hair to flail about some. With a few dry puffs he could taste the tart plant even through tobacco. He felt relaxed already, no wonder this was something only rich people got to enjoy.
The warm, summer air of Sunagakure no Sato sounded like it was almost alive; humming with the rattles of countless cicada singing what was presumably, to the ears of their own species a sweet symphony of seduction, or something similar. To human ears, most would consider this din to be not a song at all, but rather a nuisance. Loudly did they declare their passions in the night sky, telling stories of the stars that hung above, but for the ear that did not understand, these sonnets were a clattering din of displeasure; a droning sound of notes not suited to bring any kind of soothing, and instead an interruption to sleep and thought. However, there was at least one such human, who contrary to the masses, found this sound to be pleasing. Not in the same way as the humble cicada might; no, his source of satisfaction was brought through somewhat more sinister means, for to this person, they were a welcome means to help him achieve his ends.
Perched on the rest of a tree blessed with an ample degree of foliage, the figure who appreciated this noise waited patiently, peering at a fully open doctors office. Was this a shinobi, waiting to rectify a failed assassination? Was he paid to kill someone? A professional killer would not wear a sleeveless black and white blazer and black pants and they would have the comportment, the pride of their job, to make a better attempt of hiding their face than wrapping a handkerchief over the top of their head, and around their nose. It was a pretty poor attempt at concealing one’s identity, and short of hiding hair colour and dragging the nose upward to look like that of a pig, most of the features of this face were visible. It was these visible facial features that perhaps put to rest any worry that this form was an assassin, for hiding in a loop of knotted cloth, shone eyes as bright as the stars above them. These were not the eyes of a killer, not the eyes of someone who had felt a piece of their soul break away as they stole the life of another, they were deep, and though dark, seemed alight at the same time; burning with dreams and ambitions. This person was no assassin, he was a ninja, a one with immense potential, one that went by the name of Ryu Anzai.
Noisy little buggers make for a nice cover... With a small grin, Ryu glanced around himself and then looked up to the moon, happy at the sound that swam through the air. Not the sharpest of minds, but at the same time not entirely without something of an edge, this boy knew that the din of the cicada would make his intent much easier. With the bugs making that jangling song, the people who sought to avoid it would have to dull their senses in order to sleep; plugging their ears to keep the sound of the vocal little beasts outs. The small Advanced Genin had set up targets on top of the doctors office in an attempt to improve his aim with items like shuriken. Ever since the child's parents had died he would always do things like this. This wicked wisdom he had obtained through experience, rather than intelligence; the delinquent child had known long ago that the blanket of darkness that followed the departure of the sun was a convenient weapon against sight, but what about sound? When things go dark, the sense of sound is the substitute used to inform one of goings on, so even if one could make their image transparent, they would never truly be able to be invisible if they could cover up every trace of their being. The boy in the branch had no time nor experience on how to render himself a true ‘ghost’, but with night hiding the sight of him, and horny bugs hiding the sound, it was good enough for him.
The targets that he had setup on the rooftop of the doctors office were mere popcans that he had picked up in broad daylight off the streets of Sunagakure no Sato. Altering his posture to a 'ready' posture, he knelt on his left knee and held a shuriken in his right. He positioned his facecloth to cover his entire mouth and then he was fully ready.
Ready..
Set..
Go!
Ryu threw a kunai that hit one of the five pop cans. He then leaped to another tree, doing a backflip in the air and while in the middle of the backflip, he focused both his kinetic and potential energy to his right hand to successfully throw the kunai and make it hit its target. As he jumped from tree to tree, hitting each and every object in sight, thoughts of his dad came to his head. His dad used to be a Ninjutsu master and he was very skilled at hand to hand combat. His dad used to leap tree to tree with ease and throw the items, hitting each of the targets in the dead center. Ryu used to clap, he was a more cheerful kid back then, but after his dad's death he seemed to be torn from reality. All of his emotions had faded away and what is left of him is a mere image of the past. He imagined talking to his father in his head as he continuously set up the targets and shot them down, repeating the process for a good thirty minutes. After the thirty minutes he stopped the process and his stomach grumbled, he was very hungry and tired from the training but he knew that after a good meal he would be able to train once again. He started to debate with himself whether he would go to the nearest Ramen location or go to his friend's dads restaurant. It was a tough choice but in the end he decided to go to the nearest Ramen location, Asaki's Ramen. Within ten minutes of travel he was there and looked at the menu, Asaki's Ramen was in the higher classed place of Sunagakure, it was surrounded by the Medicinal Greenhouse and the Kage's Office. Most of the rich people resided here, Ryu was nowhere near rich but he had enough money for a small meal. As he chose his small and simple meal, he started to think of that young boy he had met around two years ago, he had not seen him for a good five months and wondered how much he had matured since then. The boy lived near the outskirts of Sunagakure so he couldn't really pay him a visit without walking thirty minutes and he didn't plan on seeing him here in the rich area of Sunagakure either. With his meal served, he began to eat.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 22, 2014 1:55:33 GMT
It didn't take long for him to feel the effects. In a few short moments, Waribou was experienced euphoria as he never had before. A few short pulls was all it took to alter his mind state. Although his lungs burned, his body felt light, and as crazy as it would sound to another person, he felt more aware. Accompanied by this was his unstoppable urge to smile, which appeared a bit goofy. He finally understand why the underwater herb was so favored among rich people, he felt at peace for a moment, yet he was hungrier and thirstier than he had ever been.
Jumping up and flinging what remained of the cigar, Waribou made his way to slide down the glass side of the greenhouse. After a foot he launched himself from it and landed with a slightly audible 'thud'. Suna was growing quieter, people were returning to their homes, or grabbing a bite to eat, in which he himself would have loved. Especially due to the state he was in. His eyes, droopy and bloodshot were half open, giving him the appearance that he was sleep walking to some. Inhaling deeply, Waribou placed his fingertips underneath his nostrils and took in the scent of the burnt herbs. If one knew what it was, they'd easily be able to tell that Waribou had been smoking the expensive herbs.
Scanning the distance, he took in the figure of a few different buildings. The greenhouse to his back, he could also smell different foods being prepared in the area, all of which made his stomach growl. Not the common low one he usually heard, but more ferocious. He made his way in the direction of the most potent of odors. Feet shuffling lazily underneath him as he traveled down the Sunagakure streets. A few glances came his way, some seemed to know what was wrong with him, the others just found it weird that a pint sized ninja was giggling to himself and staring vacantly into every open restaurant. Almost as if his body was on 'auto pilot' he strolled into a Ramen shop. Although he had acquired enough money to purchase something finer, he had an odd taste for spicy shrimp flavored ramen with sweet dumplings, something he'd never ate before, but then again, he wasn't truly himself at the moment.
As he approached a stool and sat he reached up and moved a loose dread lock from his face and looked around for the staff, and eventually his golden orbs locked onto a more familiar site. A familiar site that meant he would probably get in trouble, especially if what he had done was discovered, he wasn't supposed to steal anymore, let alone, be smoking.
"Shit...."
Waribou whispered to himself as he confirmed his fear. It was his old sensei. The red salamander of sungakure. The only thing he could focus on was how hard Ryu hit.
Shortly after starting his meal he finished it and then sat down, his stomach was filled and he was completely satisfied. Now all he needed was a drink, he asked for two cups of water and almost instantaneously devoured them. As he laid back on the stool he looked at the sky, the sky was dark and you could see the stars yet people walked on the streets like it was daytime. The only thing Ryu hated about his moment was the fact that it was so cold, Ryu didn't like the cold due to his inherited Shakuton chakra which made him feel weird when it was around freezing temperatures. However, on this day, Ryu would have another thing to hate and yet another valid reason to whoop one's ass. He turned to his side and noticed the kid he was thinking about was sitting there, he was shocked, why was this kid here? He surely could not afford the stuff that this store sold unless he had applied for two jobs, or, he was back to his stealing ways. Usually, Ryu was very tough on the kid and made the kid work hard everyday, day in and day out to become a great shinobi but at this very moment he felt different. The kid didn't grow much and didn't gain much muscle in the time-lapse of six months. His skin was still very tan and he bore the same hairstyle. He still had those weird hazel eye's that could see almost anything. He donned the same attire, a sleeveless off-white colored shirt and a pair of tan coloured pants. The kid looked a bit off than he would usually but Ryu figured he was just tired. The pink-haired salamander looked for words to start up a conversation and after a few seconds he only came up with six small words and two questions.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 22, 2014 5:16:27 GMT
"Ryu-sensei, sup?"
After his few short words Waribou reached up to rub the back of his head as the oddly placed order landed in front of him on the counter top. It was just a she expected and in seconds he began shoveling portions into his mouth. He was somewhat excited to see Ryu, yet, he was "high". The thing he could focus on the most was the spicy noodles in front of him and the grape flavored liquid he poured down his throat in a hasty fashion. The two hadn't seen each other in a long time, but that didn't make Ryu dislike him or feel any type of different way. Yet, one questioned lingered as he thought about how long it had been since the two seen each other.
"I been alright, where were you?"
Although he was talking with his mouth full, he was easy to understand. It seemed as if he was used to talking with a mouth full of food, and multi-tasking wasn't very hard for him to do. Being he was scarfing down ramen and talking to his previous teacher in the same breaths. Glancing at the head full of pink hair, he was reminded of how brutal their training sessions could be. Ryu had showed Waribou little to no mercy, which helped him develop and progress in the academy just as he himself had did.
The kid didn't have many manners, talking with his mouth full and all but Ryu was pretty much the same. They both possessed no manners whatsoever. As he listened to the boy's response he remembered their training sessions and how brutal it would get. Ryu would push Kajuu to his limits which had helped him graduate from the academy at such a young age and helped grow his potential of becoming a top shinobi. He remembered their first meeting when Ryu caught Kajuu stealing from a store in the slums of Sunagakure and oh boy did he beat his ass. Kajuu was all bruised and beat and from then they started their training sessions. Four times every week for four hours each, in those training sessions he saw Kajuu develop from a kid with no strength or willpower to a kid full of both of those attributes. After his memories came back to him he quickly ordered a chocolate bar and snapped out of his current realm of thought and shifted back to the very fabric of reality, he then replied to Kajuu's two questions.
"I've been sent on very top-rank missions, matching even ANBU level of skill, in crisis times of these they've been sacrificing all their shinobi to gain intel so they could plan out stuff for the future, also, I'll be around more often now."
While eating his chocolate bar, he opened his mouth to speak and you could see the brown coloured chocolate all over his teeth and around his lips.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 22, 2014 20:51:17 GMT
After he finished his bowl of food, Waribou found it necessary to slurp down the broth that came with it. An odd mix of sweet and spicy he usually would have never ate before. He reached into his hip pouch and placed a few small denominations of money on the counter top. A slight yawn escaped his mouth. He began to feel like him old self, the way he was before smoking the expensive herbs. Yet, sleepier than usual. He listened to Ryu's answer carefully.
"ANBU?..."
Due to the nature of Ryu, how seriously he took his training and the amount of importance he began to hold in Sunagakure. It wouldn't be long before he was a full fledged ANBU, if he wasn't already and lying to Waribou about it. Turning in his stool to face his teacher and propping his chin in his palm, supported of course by an elbow on the counter, he parted his lips again.
"That's a big deal Sensei."
He wasn't being sarcastic, not the slightest bit. Considering this, Waribou thought about his own soon promotion. Although it was almost a week away, he'd be taking an exam to see if he was experienced enough to be considered a Genin of Sunagakure and placed on a squad to complete missions. This of course was something Ryu told him he would have to do, especially given he hectic times they were facing.
"I've been training....A lot, I have the Genin exam in a few days. So I've just been, ya'know, relaxin' until then. Next time you see me out, I'll be graduating the academy, real deal Suna Shinobi, forehead protector and all."
Giving a subtle nod, which the two were accustomed to doing to one another. Waribou stood and stretched. The night was Ryu's favorite time for the two to train. Waribou didn't mind, his eyes had an odd ratio of cones and cylinders, which made them able to absorb and reflect light similarly to the way they did during the day. Almost, cat or hawk like in some instances.
The night started to become colder and the streets started to clear up, the humidity started to drift away and it looked like it was going to storm tomorrow. Ryu yawned and spinned his scarf around his neck just the way he liked to wear it, he ruffled his pink hair and started to shift back to his thoughts. Many thoughts started buzzing around in his head but one thought particular stung him like a bee. Ryu realized how much he had progressed over the time-span of six months, not just Kajuu. He had gone on B to A Rank missions almost once every two weeks and sometimes he feared that he would not return to his hot, sandy and loving home of Sunagakure. Ryu never thought his pupil would become a Genin so fast, if he did pass the exams he would surpass Ryu's age of graduating from the Academy and becoming a Genin and Ryu's age of graduation was nothing short of amazing. He had become a Genin at the ripe age of ten and now this kid with no brain whatsoever was surpassing him. Ryu wondered how much more mature the kid had gotten since their last confrontation six months ago, he wanted to test his skill and see if he had the potential to bear the symbol of Sunagakure on his forehead. He decided he would ask Kajuu if he wanted to go on a training session just to test his skill and loosen up Ryu for any other upcoming missions. Standing up from his stool, he looked down into Kajuu's eyes and then spoke.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 23, 2014 3:39:09 GMT
As soon as Ryu's words entered his ears. Waribou smirked and took off running. As he entered a full sprint he began to recall some of the training regiments they had underwent before. Ryu taught him not to hesitate. To be the first to strike, and to always plan a counterattack. He knew that even in the cover of the night, Ryu would be able to find him, he was also sure he was right behind him. Even if he wasn't, Waribou was sure he'd travel to their usual training spot. The graveyard of Sunagakure.
Having a stomach full of food would make Waribou a more formidable foe, even though he'd be sparring with his old Chunin instructor. He didn't know many techniques that would utilize his chakra bending abilities, but he would make the best of the ones he did know, mixed with his ability to use his slingshot and dagger. Making his way into the eerily quiet clearing Waribou planted his feet shoulder length apart and began to take in his surroundings. He noticed the remains of a snake, a cobra missing most of his hood and other parts. This made Waribou smirk.
When one described him, Waribou would be called a "street rat" or even "hawk eyes". These were inaccurate, he was innovative, fast, and capable of setting traps and counters, he was definitely more like a mongoose. Capable of defeating a foe far larger and stronger than himself, based on his speed and accuracy.
"Chief Wari The Mongoose...Eh, it's alright."
He muttered to himself before sliding his hand into his hip pouch. First removing his slingshot with his right hand, and placing a trio of marbles between the fingers of his left. Ryu was fast, and fierce. He'd have to stay on his toes if he didn't want his eyes blacked again.
Kajuu took off running in the direction of both his and Ryu's favourite training spot, the Graveyard of Sunagakure. As Ryu followed, he thought of what the graveyard meant to him. The Graveyard was a very special area that held great importance to Ryu. Everytime that Ryu would go to train or visit the graveyard he would pay respects to both his deceased parents. He would also read the names of the fallen warriors of the past and then would ask people about who they were, Ryu enjoyed the stories and legends of many of the warriors that came before him and the people who carved Sunagakure into what it is today. Without them, Sunagakure probably would cease to exist and Ryu might not have been on this planet. Ryu took to the rooftops which was easier for him because he could easily keep track of the young shinobi from up there. Around a minute had passed and the Pink Salamander of Sunagakure entered the Graveyard. He spotted Kajuu and it seemed like he was observing his surroundings which was always key for a shinobi, you never knew what you could use to your advantage and what would be a disadvantage for you, however, Ryu didn't really need to observe his surroundings with great focus because Kajuu posed very little threat to him. What was the most he could do? Shoot him with a marble and bruise him? Ryu yawned and started thinking of what to do and he decided that he would start the session with a quick jutsu to test Kajuu's reflexes and thinking ability. Quickly performing a series of hand seals, this enabled Ryu to infuse the air within his lungs with Fūton chakra, which sharpened the air that it saturates. Usually, Ryu could cleave through tree trunks, carve deep gouges into solid stone or cut someone in half with this jutsu but due to the fact this was his star pupil, he didn't want to kill him, but it didn't matter to him if he got hurt. Instead of creating a large blade, he created five miniature one's, each around his arm's length. Quickly inhaling a breath of air, the pink salamander of Sunagakure unleashed five small blades towards Kajuu, at the most, this could cut Kajuu but not in half. After letting them go he crossed his arms and relaxed, curious as to how Kajuu would approach this technique and carefully planning out his next move.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 23, 2014 19:26:54 GMT
Unlike Ryu, his parents were too poor to be buried there. The place served little significance to him other than motivation. To not be belittled, even in death. To become someone who wasn't forced into a shallow grave induced by debt, but a great shinobi, even wealthy, privileged enough to be buried with the rest of Sunagakure nin. As Ryu arrived, a quintet of wind blades began to make their way towards Waribou. Even though it was night time, Waribou's eyes could react similarly to the way they would during the day.
He had a strategy in mind, one that eventually led to his consideration for a genin squad. Although he wasn't physically strong, Waribou was quick on his feet, both literally, and figuratively. Yet, he would have to play all of his moves carefully to land a single hit on Ryu. He had scanned his surroundings quite thoroughly.
It appeared as if Waribou was struck with the group of blades, quite badly also. One in the face, and the other four in his respective limbs. Yet this was part of his plan. In what appeared to be a puff of smoke, in Waribou's place was the mangled corpse of the Cobra from earlier. Being ripped to shreds by the blades of wind. As blood spattered the sand, Waribou appeared several feet to the east. Smirk on his face as he prepped and released the trio of marbled from his slingshot. They were aimed in the direction of Ryu's torso, it'd seem they were meant more as a distraction than anything else.
It wasn't advanced, or even that clever but Waribou had used it several times in spars. He was full of energy, belly packed with nutrients. He was ready to endure a decent training session and complete multiple jutsu before he would be exhausted. Although he knew he wouldn't "win" he was sure to make Ryu proud.
Ryu was a bit surprised when all five of his not so sharp blades of wind had hit his sparring partner successfully but then Kajuu poofed and the target became a snake. The red blood of the snake made the sand sparkle even though it was nighttime and a regular person would not be able to see anything. Ryu already knew Kajuu possessed eye's akin to those of a hawk which was a big strongpoint for him and would greatly aid him in the upcoming Genin Exams and even moreso in the Chuunin exams. Kajuu had used the infamous Substitution Technique successfully which was key to becoming a full-fledged Genin. Shifting back to the battle, Waribou suddenly appeared several feet to Ryu's west, it seemed he had a slight smirk on his face and he released a trio of marbles straight for Ryu. Ryu focused and quickly caught one marble and deflected the other two, when he deflected the marbles they didn't hurt much but Kajuu could certainly use them to his advantage in a spar against someone who was more equal to him, possibly using the marbles as a distraction and then running at his opponent with an uppercut of some sort. Ryu quickly threw the marble that he had caught earlier in his right hand straight at Kajuu's stomach, not putting a lot of force into it but enough force to hurt him for a couple seconds.
Using his quick reflexes, Ryu performed a series of hand seals and then converted a small amount of chakra in his body into katon, he then took a deep breath and exhaled an orb of roaring flame shaped as a sphere. It wasn't very big but it was big enough for Waribou. Ryu then quickly performed another series of handseals and produced a clone which looked exactly like himself but was unable to physically move or attack, he postured the clone so both his arms were intertwined and he was staring right at the direction of Kajuu. Ryu then ran a couple meters east and up the nearest tree. He hid in the tree like an assassin waiting for the correct moment to pounce on him. Ryu awaited to see how the small shinobi would react to the sudden fireball and his clone, while waiting in the tree he opened up the pouch on the right side of his pants and took out a shuriken which he would use in his next attack.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 23, 2014 23:08:56 GMT
Waribou's tactics proved successful thus far, but now it was time to perform something more complex. Following his release of the marbles, they seemed to gain Ryu's full attention. This was all a part of his plan, being underestimated seemed to be his greatest strength lately. As Ryu's eyes traveled to the trio of marbles, Waribou lowered his slingshot into his hip pouch, and began to prepare hand seals. First creating a clone of himself directly to the right of himself. It was successful, being he had much practice with the trivial jutsu.
Ryu deflected two marbles and flung the third, the distance gave him enough time to dodge it, he and the clone he created of himself in an attempt to confuse his sensei and sparring partner. Splitting a meter apart as they ran side by side the marble traveled directly between them. Focusing on this tactic took his attention away from Ryu for a moment longer than usual. This allowed Ryu to replace himself with a clone and send a fireball in the direction of the small shinobi.
They continued onward in a charge towards Ryu, as fast as he could possibly travel. As the fireball got closer, Waribou didn't flinch, he simply allowed the clone to be obliterated by it, keeping a decent distance away. As Waribou's own clone poofed he gained proximity enough for his next move. Although these were low level tactics, to him he was playing chess, and doing quite well. Reaching in to remove his blade from underneath his shirt, he raised it overhead for a strike. The weapon was encased in it's thick sheath, making it more of a small club than anything. Although this wouldn't kill or harm Ryu much, it would count as a hit for Ryu if his reflexes didn't deter the blow. It was aimed directly for the chin, Waribou's favorite spot. On numerous occasions he had left a larger person dazed or unconscious. Given the distance between the seperation of himself and his clone it wouldn't be likely. The only problem being that it wasn't Ryu, he himself had switched positions with a clone.
Ryu observed each and every step that Kajuu took and from what Ryu had figured so far, the small shinobi had gotten much smarter during the time-span of six months and also had gotten quicker. As he moved in for a knockout blow on Ryu, Kajuu's own clone was destroyed by the small fireball that Ryu had let out earlier and at the same time he charged at Ryu's clone, his clone stood still and acted like he could not defend it. But when Kajuu went for the knockout blow, the clone suddenly poofed away last seen with a grin on his face. Kajuu looked around himself looking for the real Ryu, Ryu utilized the same simple trick that Kajuu did and it also worked. The wind around the graveyard started to pickup significantly and the sand started to blow around in Ryu's face, Ryu quickly took his scarf and tied it around his face which made him appear as if he was a bandit. While up in the tree, Ryu quickly drew a shuriken from his right leg pouch and gripped the kunai that he already had in his left hand even tighter. He quickly calculated the trajectory that he would need to successfuly curve the shuriken and still land a hit on Kajuu. He waited for the right moment and when Kajuu turned a little to face behind him he threw the kunai which was aimed straight for Kajuu's foot, he did not want to kill or make Kajuu bleed but he did intend to land a hit on him. He then threw the shuriken on an angle which would make it curve and eventually hit Kajuu. The kunai was more of a distraction than the shuriken and the shuriken was supposed to hit.
After he threw the two weapons, Ryu quickly jumped down from the tree and headed right for the tallest gravestone in the graveyard and took cover behind it, peeking out of his cover to see what the outcome of his attack would be.
Post by Kajuu Warifuru on Jul 25, 2014 2:24:58 GMT
To Waribou's surprise, the Ryu he attacked was simply a clone. The same generic kind he had used. Although a bit shocked, he knew he had little time to react. With the 'poof' and disappearance of the figure, he quickly averted his gaze elsewhere to try and locate Ryu's new position. Although he couldn't see him, especially through the cover of the night aided by trees and gravestones, he knew he was close-by, waiting for an attack.
Waribou's hawk like eyes absorbed what little light there was available catching a slight glare on the tip of a kunai. He was able to determine the distance accurately, just as he did when firing a steel marble with his slingshot. It was aimed lower, more towards his feet and ankle, a place he couldn't afford to be hit in. Lunging to the west he was able to dodge it. The kunai silently plundged into the sand, causing Waribou to smirk followed by the parting of his lips.
"Better off using a slingshot foo-"
Waribou's words were interrupted, and although it was too late, he caught a glimpse of the second weapon. By the noise that slightly accompanied it, it had to be a shuriken. Waribou's reflexes weren't the greatest, but they were decent for his age. Due to the part of his body the shuriken was aimed at, he was able to respond somewhat. Raising his knife he collided with the shuriken as it came near his waistline.
This oddly caused it to go into a flipping motion, forcing the flat side of the weapon to hit him in the cheek. It wasn't enough force to harm him seriously, but it did cause redness in bruising underneath his eye. Waribou was more in shock than anything, and quickly reached up to massage the area while scanning the makeshift battleground. His eyes were squinted, his eyebrows narrowed. As he whispered to himself.
"You better take this shit seriously now."
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