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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.
Momaru was walking into the small town, to everyone else, he looked like a normal civilian. However, to those with a trained eye, they could see a small stain of blood on his back where a stick was protruding from him, through his shirt. He however, had a soft smile on his face and a thousand yard stare going on. People kept their distance from him and even began to whisper to one another, the rumors of this injured boy walking around town. A few of the town militia even began to just keep an eye on him out of habit.
THe boy soon made his way to a general goods store where a shooken up store keeper sold him a cup of instant ramen. He left out the front of the stored, a young woman standing infront of him. "Oh sorry" she said to him. "You fucking what?" he said, creeping up on her, getting in her face. This was when some of the militia started to approach him. "You better watch yourself." they said, pointing pitchforks and weapons they had at him.
Momaru laughed, grabbing the head of one of the pitchforks, snapping it off and cutting a long cut into his arm; his blood into his cup of ramen before licking the wound and drinking his own blood from his arm. He gave a laugh at them before pushing through the group and continuing his walk. "Like you can fucking stop me."
A sharp raptor's eye turned, attracted to the scent of blood in the town. A woman in the square paused, interest ensnared by the throng of people, an aggression seeping from within the crowd. They waved pitchforks at a singular creature in particular, treating the bleeding individual with the same contempt as one would an ogre. It wasn't even that much that caught her attention, but the way the male handled it. He seemed to relish the attention, even going as far as injuring himself to inspire more threat with nary a blink of an eye. He was interesting.
Following at a safe distance, Nayami tracked the man at a leisurely pace, the circling vulture overhead keeping the rogue's quarry within her sharp sights. Once the crowd of followers dispersed, the powerful medic approached the male, casually keeping pace alongside him.
“Those injuries look as if they hurt,” she commented, eying the stick in his neck and the self-induced gash in his arm. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest. “You're not going to get them treated?”
The boy stopped and turned to look at her. "Them?" he asked, more concerned with the fact that she was plural compared to the singular he had expected when it came to his wounds. He felt around on his back and eventually found the stick jutting out of his neck. "Well shit..." he said and pulled the stick out of his neck like one might wipe off some dust.
"I'll take care of it myself, what's it to you?" he asked, obviously either so manly he didn't care about the pain, or there was something wrong with him.
Nayami watched the male with interest. Did he not even realize he was hurt there? How was that possible? Well, actually, she could think of a number of ways that was possible, and most of them were rather interesting...
"I'll take care of it myself, what's it to you?"
She smiled kindly at him.
“I'm a doctor. Just showing some concern. Do you mind if I take a look?” she asked him, reaching out to take his bleeding arm. Most people would see him coming off as sme sort of tough guy, but Nayami was a professional. His pupils weren't dilated, his breath was normal, he wasn't in a sweat. Pain was something she specialized in not only delivering, but taking away. She wanted to see what, if not pain, this man was feeling at the moment.
"Yes, i do mind." he said and pulled back out of her grasp. In this motion, he managed to drop his blood filled cup of ramen. "CRAP! Look at what you made me do!" he said and then glared at her. "Ok, you're going to go get me a new instant cup from the store, or we are going to have serious issues. I can't tell you how much i had to kill to get even a little of that money." Momaru said, clearly unhappy with her, rather than caring about the fact his arms had a cut on it and his neck had a hole in it.
The rogue shinobi frowned when he tore from her grasp.
"CRAP! Look at what you made me do! Ok, you're going to go get me a new instant cup from the store, or we are going to have serious issues. I can't tell you how much I had to kill to get even a little of that money."
The medic raised a brow in amusement. He had to kill for money, did he? That meant he was a shinobi or a mercenary of some sort. He also had a short fuse it seemed, but thus far he didn't come across as someone she couldn't handle. So she smiled at him.
“Let me patch you up,” she offered, “And I'll get you something better than bloodied instant ramen.”
His behavior made him all the more interesting. She was itching to know why he wasn't hurting. There were a plethora of reasons in the shinobi world, and she wanted to know what it was. She wanted to hurt him some more to see if he'd react.
Momaru stood back and looked at her, his blood finally stopping running down his arm. "How about this, you go and get what i want and i'll let you LOOK at my arm." the boy said, crossing his arms. He was about at his end in patience and the annoyance that she was causing him, albeit the very minuscule amount of grief she was causing him. Still, the lacking of pain was in his composure, only annoyance and anger.
"How about this, you go and get what I want and I'll let you LOOK at my arm."
If anything, the woman only grew more amused. It was cute, the way he thought he was intimidating. Unfortunately, Nayami, the “Bearer of Agony,” was not one to take orders, but to issue them. Attracted heavily by the scent of blood, the aloft griffon vulture, Vivvian, dropped down from above to land on the woman's shoulder, large black talons gripping into the white fabric of her coat. Her fuzzy head turned so that one russet eye could examine the crimson that oozed from the wounds on the male, scrutinizing him.
“You seem to be under the misconception that my statement was a request. You do not give me orders. Whether you wish it or not, I will examine you.”
"ha, you're rather funny." he laughed like one would at a funny joke. Then he nearly doubled over with laughter, until he saw she wasn't phased by him or laughing. That's when he unsettlingly sobering up. "That's cute, you think you're people." he said and kicked back, doing a back flip for distance between them.
"It's been fun, toodles." he said and weaved a series of handsigns, finishing with a poof and a clone of him standing next to him. The original began weaving signs as the clone began to run off behind the buildings(lightning clone). If the original would complete the hand signs, this would spawn another clone (water clone) and they'd both begin weaving handsigns.
The boy seemed to be impressed by his own joke, laughing in the most irritating of fashions.
"That's cute, you think you're people."
Her brow arched again. He was being quite brazen, wasn't he? The vulture by her head hissed at the teal-haired male when he jumped away, while the woman shifted her weight and put a hand on her hip. At the sight of handseals and a clone forming, the woman's guard raised. He was a shinobi, as suspected. The vulture took flight once more when Nayami moved back, one eye on the clone that took off. She made a mental check to keep an eye out. She didn't especially feel like humoring the male and fighting with him.
“If that's how it will be.”
Keeping her eyes on the original male, Nayami dashed straight for him. Using her body flicker, the woman aimed to get right in his face and latch on to his shoulder to burn a suppressing seal onto him. No chakra meant no jutsu. After that it would merely be a matter of handling his physical attacks. Jutsu Used: Shunshin [Body Flicker] OSAERU FUUIN [SUPPRESING SEAL]
He took a step back, just out of her reach, still weaving the signs as his clone tackled into the other nin, pinning her to the ground as she felt he was actually kind of watery. At this time, the other clone had jumped up onto the back of a building, climbing up and moving into position to execute an attack as he began to weave symbols from atop the building, aware of the bird keeping an eye on him.
Meanwhile, the real version of him was moving backwards, doing handsigns as well. If he'd get to finish, he's unleash from hi mouth Raiton: Gian [Lightning Release: False Darkness], at her and the water clone. The clone on the roof however, would release built up lightning chakra to the sky, Raiton: Ryuuraidan [Lightning Release: Thunder Dragon Blast] darkening and clouding over before coming down on the female.
NOTES S rank jutsu for the win. That much electricity would likely stop his heart but she can restart it and repair the damage.
CREDIT by akemi
Nayami growled in annoyance when the male's clone got in the way, trying to push her to the ground. Stiffening her hand, iryo chakra coated her hand to form the Chakra Scalpel, and she thrust her arm into the clone. The clone melted into a mass of water, drenching the woman, but she didn't take the time to care. Instead, she performed handseals for an elementary ninjutsu. Nayami's body disappeared, replaced by a roadside trash barrel that exploded when the lightning struck it, flinging the trash within every which way.
“If that's how you're going to play...”
She wasn't particularly in the mood for playing around with the male. If he wanted to play with lightning, then he was going to get the thunder. He didn't have a clone to protect him this time. Instead of a suppressing seal, raiton chakra cracked around her hand, fueled by the static in the air. She dashed again at a greater speed towards the male before using her body flicker once more. Appearing in his face, the rogue plunged her raikiri in just below his ribcage, discharging a heavy amount of lightning into his body.
Momaru saw the hand light up and activated the two levels of his of his Kekkei genkai; glowing in the red aura as chakra poured off of his body. he immediately began shunting all of his chakra to his feet like one might begin to do when walking on water or up a tree, but they were giving off massive amounts of sparks. When the impact connected, the torrent of chakra his body was producing overpowered a large portion of what he was receiving and shunted it down and out of his right leg, scorching it a bit.
This was when the female nin might have realized she was in trouble, even if only a little bit as his hands grasped her arm, locking her there. She heard a poof behind her and one to the right of her as she was able to see a new clone poof in to her right. The other poof was his clone on the roof having used the body flicker technique to get right behind her, crackle of electricity and a lightning fist straight to her spine while raiton was poured into her arm, effectively paralyzing it.
While this was going on, she came to the terrible realization that he didn't need to do handsigns to use jutsu while he was in whatever state this was. On the right, she saw the water clone's arm turn to a blade and swing downards at her locked arm, the bastard aiming to cut it clean off.
The smell of scorched flesh met the woman's nostrils, but her attention was instead on the glowing red flesh of the male. Her lips pursed when he grabbed onto her arm and anchored her in place, another clone appearing to the side. The chill edged up her spine when she heard a second behind her, crying out when the electricity seared into her back. She couldn't move her arm. That wasn't good. This guy didn't need to make handseals which was inconvenient as far as predicting went. It was only made worse by the watery blade that was headed towards her. Gripping the male by the front of his shirt with her free hand, Nayami dropped to her knees on the ground, using her weight to pull him in the way of his own clone's path.
From the air, Vivvian swooped in on large wings. Heaving, she sent a spray of hot, burning acid into the lightning clone's face. Next, her extended talons dug into the flesh of the recovering water clone, intent on clawing out the eyes as she passed, large wings battering the original's head with the swoop. Taking advantage of the distraction, Nayami fisted the hand that was buried deep into the taller man's torso, latching on to the lung she'd targeted with her attack, intent on eviscerating it from his body with a yank. He had two. She wanted him alive, she didn't need him well. Jutsu Used:
GASTRIC ACIDS
Like all other vultures, Vivvian has a highly corrosive and acidic stomach. It's designed to kill any sort of bacteria that enters her body to prevent her from becoming ill from eating ripe dead things, but she's also capable of projectile-vomiting the fluid which is strong enough to corrode metal. It would be akin to getting hot acid splashed in your face decorated with bits of decayed meat.
Watching as his own lung was literally ripped from him, he felt something rushing through him that he hadn't felt in a long, long time, Fear. His hands were shaking, seeing a part of him extracted was one of the few things that he could mentally not handle. "I... PUT IT *GASP* BACK!" he begged her, his vision going blurry as he'd been beaten by her. He didn't want to die, he fucked up and it was clear in his mind now he had bit off more than he could ever wish or hope to chew. "*GASP I *GASP* SUBMIT!!" he said, his clones disappearing from the world, the boy himself trying to contain himself before he screamed out in fear and horror, the last of his spared oxygen disappearing from him as he fell on his left side, unconscious.
All the meanwhile, the blood rushing from his wounds was all too happy to fill the space his lung once was located in and started slowly filling the remaining one. He had fought a nin way out of his rank and didn't die too easily, but had one less lung to show for it.
