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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 18, 2013 20:40:48 GMT -5
“And this one is green, and this one is blue, and this one is…” Kashiki paused, putting a finger to her mouth as she thought on the name of the color. “Onee-san, what’s this one?”
Nanashi waved his hand as he yawned, uninterested in whatever Kashiki was doing. She seemed not to care about his sudden lack of interest though; to be honest, she didn’t really care what anyone thought of her. “What do you think it is, Namekuji-chan?”
A heat swelled within her tummy and she instinctively rubbed it. It’s yellow, ore! I’m a master of colors, so I know all of these!
Kashiki giggled at Saiken’s enthusiasm, but Nanashi was decidedly less amused. Once every six months Kashiki was allowed outside of the home she was kept sealed in, and though it was mainly for her safety, it was also for the safety of the others. No one knew who the Rokubi jinchuuriki was or where she was located other than the Mizukage and a select few shinobi. He flicked her on the forehead once, drawing an angry glare, but Kashiki understood.
“So mean, Onee-san,” Kashiki murmured, skipping after her warden. The markets of Kirigakure no Sato were busy during the day despite the thick mist that clung to the stalls. For the most part, the people of the village were unique in their own right. Sharp teeth, lots of bandages, and dressed for the chill that plagued the island nation.
But as Kashiki skipped around the stalls, her eyes caught one girl in particular. In an instant her eyes went wide and she ran from Nanashi. He shouted after her but she didn’t care; this was Kashiki’s first time ever seeing anyone with red hair.
“Hey, Someiro-chan, can you dye my hair too?!” she asked, hands held behind her back as she looked at Takemi with an absolutely captivated smile
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Post by Takemi on Oct 18, 2013 21:18:36 GMT -5
To say that the people within Kirigakure no Sato were unique was truthfully a matter of opinion. Yeah, a overwhelming majority of people had sharpened teeth. Just about everyone was wearing bandages, whether for fashion or necessity. Hell, there were more than a few fish people just walking around. However, growing up in an environment such as this makes such wonders appear mundane.
So, Takemi set out to be truly unique.
Forgoing the standard ninja garb and the current fashion trends of the village, she adopted a brighter color palette. Instead, she chose to dress in a manner more akin to young, civilian women in the capitol. She got stares. Plenty of disapproving looks. But fuck if she cared.
In fact, someone made it a point to mention it whenever she went out. In fact, it seemed now was about that time.
"Look, bitch," she said picking up a pomegranate from the fruit stand. She spun around on her heels to face whoever decided they wanted to start shit only to see nobody there. Blinking, she glanced downward to see a white haired child smiling enthusiastically at her. Oh gods, it's looking at me, she thought as she offered the child a nervous smile. Put simply. She was not good with children. That whole nurturing instinct thing that women were supposed to have skipped a generation. "Hiiii...," she said awkwardly, a little creeped out by the child's...everything.
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 18, 2013 21:26:54 GMT -5
Kashiki’s grin grew three times its normal size when Takemi called her a bitch. All her life she had only seen the same type of person every six months, but in the books and toys she was given, sometimes she’d read about vagabonds and street punks who liked to mug people and who talked like sailors. They captivated her, just as all new things did children, and meeting one in real life was the same to Kashiki as meeting a dragon or samurai.
“Are you a vandal, Someiro-chan? Do you like to beat up people and take their money?” Kashiki asked, curiosity pushing her on further.
“Oi, Kashiki, where’d you go?!” The voice drew the crimson gaze of the little girl back over her shoulder. With a determined glare she looked back to Takemi, grabbed her hand, and pulled her off into the mist and through the alleyways.
Should she have followed, and Kashiki would keep pulling until she did, the two eventually came out at the shore of some large pond within Kirigakure. Old men were sitting on the pier fishing the dead waters, and Kashiki wondered if they did it out of habit.
Turning back to Takemi, she smiled. “Let’s go mug some people!”
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Post by Takemi on Oct 18, 2013 23:42:58 GMT -5
Great. Now this strange little pale child was judging her too. However, being called a vandal wasn't the worst thing she had ever been called. She had lost count of how many men tried to slip her some ryō in the hope of getting lucky. In that sense, she kind of was a vandal. Since she did take their money after beating the shit out of them.
"Oi, I think your owner is call," before she could finish the sentence the child had her hand in a vice grip. Takemi couldn't even vocalize her surprise before she was being pulled through the crowds. The child had an uncanny amount of strength or something because she wound up at one of the village's many ponds in what seemed like seconds. Trying to get a hold of the situation Takemi looked down at the girl, clearly baffled.
"First off, no. You don't just go around mugging people. I mean, I get it. We're the Bloody Mist, whoohoo. Doesn't make us savages," she said to the child. As an oinin she got to do a lot of traveling, and as a result learned what most people thought of her village. It was a real piss off. "Second, I'm not a vandal. I'm a ninja." It was then that she noticed the pomegranate that she had brought along in her kidnapping. "And apparent thief. Anyway, who are you?"
The last thing that she needed was some little kid trying to get on her good side just so they could meet her father. Too many people tried to go that route and failed.
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 21, 2013 7:58:32 GMT -5
Kashiki made a disappointed face when Takemi said they couldn’t go mugging people. She didn’t understand why someone would want to look like a punk and then not go through with the act. But she also said she was a ninja, and at that a new sheen burned in her eyes.
“Someiro-chan, do you use a bat with nails in it and whips to fight people? Like a BDSM ninja?!” Kashiki was jumping up and down. Nanashi had accidentally left a magazine for her one time that had a bunch of people in funny rubber suits being whipped, and ever since then she wondered if people really fought each other like that.
Running over to the old man fishing, she violently shoved him down and took his fishing rod. The man grumbled and yelled at her as she ran back to Takemi, but she wanted to see these out of the world BDSM ninja arts.
Thrusting the fishing rod at Takemi, Kashiki smiled. “Show me your BDSM jutsu please!”
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Post by Takemi on Oct 21, 2013 9:22:16 GMT -5
"Say what now?" she questioned after the child said something about BDSM ninja. Frankly, she was flabbergasted. Yes. She had to delve into the deep recesses of her mind to pull out that word because it was the only thing that accurately described how she felt at the time. Had she used a bat with nails before? Of course. They were surprisingly common place in certain cities, in the areas nukenin liked to hide. Whips too. However, the closest that Takemi ever came to BDSM was that one incident in Nami no Kuni, but her SO1 made her swear never to speak of it again.
Before she could say any more the child had run off, assaulted an old man, robbed him of his fishing rod, and was not trying to pawn it off on her. The girl then had the nerve to ask her to perform some sort of BDSM jutsu.
Hold up, was he being propositioned by a child?
She knew there were some sick, twisted fucks in this village. She accepted that. Embraced it even. But this situation had struck a nerve with her. So without so much as another word the chūnin turned on her heels and walked away.
1SO = Supervising Officer
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 21, 2013 11:11:05 GMT -5
When Takemi turned to walk off, Kashiki stood there for a minute in silence. Instead of showing her some cool power that vandals used, the girl had just been unfriendly like everyone else and walked off. The little girl felt tears building in her eyes, but they were wiped away as an idea rolled through Kashiki’s head.
“SOMEIRO-CHAAAAAAAN!”
Kashiki ran past the girl, threw the fishing rod down, and stopped in front of her. Both hands were locked behind her back and a smile sat on her lips. But this was not the smile of a little girl eager to play at show and tell, this was the smile of something far darker than what a child should have been able to pull off.
“How about I show you one of my techniques if you show me your BDSM jutsu after?”
Kashiki, what are you doing? The Mizukage will be mad if she finds out what you’re planning on doing, ore!
Kashiki ignored the voice as she tossed Takemi a telling grin. Red bubbles began to pop up along her face and legs, and she reached to take the oinin’s hand so she could lead her into an alleyway.
“Kaa-san would be mad if I showed you this,” the girl said as she pulled. “It’s supposed to be a big secret. Even Sanbi-kun doesn’t know about it.”
The red bubbles began to grow, fusing together to form a thick cloak of red chakra around the little girl. It was slow to form, and unsteady, but it was clear this wasn’t a normal technique. Even those without sensor skills could likely sense the dread that was now gushing from Kashiki’s body.
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Post by Takemi on Oct 21, 2013 14:21:55 GMT -5
As the girl ran in front of her Takemi stopped and sighed. Placing a hand on her hip she was about to say that she would give the girl one more opportunity. If she wanted to hear somebody make fun of her style then she could have just visited her parents. Her mother would have been glad to do just that. However, if the child continued to spout off ignorance she would continue to leave. Her job was to catch criminals not teach snot nosed runts.
Yet, before she could say any of this, the girl already ruined it.
"Look, I don't know what kind of porno garbage," her voice trailed off as an oppressive force seemed to emanate from the child. She would snatch her hand away as Kashiki attempted to grab hold of her hand, and leaped back when the red bubbles began to appear. Nobody needed to explain to her what was happening. This child was a jinchūriki, the Rokubi, considering she already knew the identity of the Sanbi's host. Wasting no time Takemi channeled chakra to the seal on the back of her hand, slapped it, and summoned her iconic sword. Everything in her wanted to cut the child down right then and there. It was because of those fucking monsters that her father was dying. More accurately, it was the Sanbi's fault, but Takemi viewed them all the same.
But despite her desire she hesitated.
"I'd advise standing down," Nanashi said grimly as a curved kunai, typical of Kirigakure, was held to Takemi's throat. "Even if you are his child I cannot permit you to harm her."
"I'll extend the same courtesy to you then," she said coldly. In the same amount of time that Nanashi had taken to make his move Takemi had already made countermeasures. Zankuroshiru was now held in a reverse grip, its blood red blade centimeters from the Robubi's guardian's neck. Even with all that transpired Takemi's eyes remained glued to Kashiki. Or more accurately, through Kashiki, at the monster within her.
"Kashiki, stop this! Now!" Nanashi commanded, standing his ground against the Shinobigatana's daughter. "You know better."
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 22, 2013 21:22:21 GMT -5
Saiken was shocked. Through all of their training Kashiki had never been able to go through to the chakra cloak and remain control over him. Hundreds of hours had been put into it, and he always thought that she had tried earnestly to control the massive amount of power he granted her. But despite all of that, she had failed seemingly every test. It was all just a game she didn’t want to play, the slug realized.
When Takemi manifested her sword, Saiken was ready to lend all of his power to Kashiki, but he found a wall stopping him. Whether it was the girl’s hesitation that did so or the jinchuuriki’s own willpower he didn’t know, but the child’s thin smile was a window into her thoughts. She wanted to provoke the shinobi into a fight. Saiken wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted justice from being walked away from, or if this was just a game to her too, but the seemingly oblivious and annoying antics were all a mask, and this much he knew.
“Onee-san, it’s not very nice to hold daggers to people’s throats,” Kashiki said with a giggle.
The tail that had formed beyond her wavered once and then split into two. The sense of dread she was releasing was palpable in the mist, foreboding and dangerous. Soon, other shinobi would begin to arrive.
Kashiki cocked her head as she looked from Takemi to Nanashi. “Didn’t you say that we need to kill anyone who saw me transform, Onee-san?”
Nanashi grimaced. Saiken watched intently as he adjusted the kunai he held at Takemi’s throat. LIkely the jounin knew that any traitors in the village would be on their way soon, and if that happened all hell would break loose. Open fighting in the streets with Kashiki free to do what she pleased wasn’t an appealing idea to anyone, most of all the bijuu.
Calm down Kashiki-chan. There’s no need to be so riled up, ore. If she was listening, she was doing a damn good job at ignoring him.
“We’re going to see your father,” Nanashi said to Takemi. He stepped back from her, his dagger sheathed and hands in the air in a gesture of goodwill.
Kashiki cocked her head and Saiken could feel her confusion...and her disappointment. The red cloak that had formed around her dissipated into the mist, along with the ominous aura it had created. “Is Someiro-chan’s father a vandal too?”
Nanashi gave her a look that Saiken knew the humans only gave when they felt fear. Both hairless apes had been given the girl that same glare that she had received from the academy, he realized. Is that why she was so ready to kill?
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Post by Takemi on Oct 23, 2013 11:51:25 GMT -5
Takemi's grasp on the hilt of her sword tightened when the jinchūriki child mentioned that they killed anyone that learned her secret. She was sure that she could take the jōnin. After all, she made a living off of hunting ninja of all skill levels. As such, a kunai to the throat was not unfamiliar territory. Her biggest concern came from the child standing before her. She had never fought against a jinchūriki before. On several occasions she had thought about it. Killing the Sanbi's host in order to claim vengeance for her father. But the same thing kept her at bay then as what stayed her hand now.
Loyalty to the village.
As much as she despised the beasts they were an invaluable asset to Kirigakure's military strength. Losing them would weaken the village, which in turn would contradict her nindō. So, for now, she was helpless. Unless provoked further she would do nothing.
When Nanashi backed off she lowered the Zankuroshiru, her eyes still looked coldly at the child. Despite the jōnin putting away his weapon she would simply stab her sword into the earth. She could trust neither of them, and she would not allow them to get a further advantage on her.
"What does my father have to do with this?" she asked as she finally faced Nanashi, the annoyance in her voice was palpable. Takemi was far too old to have to pull out the connection with her father to get out of trouble. She was a warrior in her own right. She didn't need daddy to come running to save the day.
"More than I can say at this time. Just consider yourself lucky," Nanashi answered, glanced at Kashiki, and then back to Takemi. "All things considered."
"Whatever," she grumbled before conjuring up a thin layer of fūton chakra over her thumb. It left a cut just deep enough to draw blood, and she ran through a quick series of seals. Placing her hands on the ground a small puff of smoke exploded and when it cleared a crow was in its wake. "Receiver: Katsuken. Message: Garden meeting. Urgent," she whispered to the black bird, which cawed in understanding before taking flight. "Let's go," Takemi instructed as she walked out of the alley, not bothering to wait and see if she was followed.
The time it would take to get to their destination was roughly ten minutes via walking. In that time she remained silent, even if they attempted to speak to her. Takemi would lead them through the garden, which was quite tranquil in design, until she saw a woman standing next to a fountain. Upon seeing Takemi's guests the woman's expression hardened.
"What business do you have with my family?" Zetsumei Yin questioned, a menacing aura flowed from her. The large cross shaped scar below her neck, given to her by the very man she called her husband, showed she was not one to be trifled with.
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 23, 2013 12:16:57 GMT -5
Kashiki was unaffected by the tension in the air. Takemi had no love for her, nor did Nanashi right now. Still, she gave out a carefree smile, as if such things were common place for her. She skipped beside the oinin, humming to herself the entire ten minutes. Though a child, Kashiki wasn’t stupid. She knew Takemi didn’t want to talk to her, and the reasons, though unknown, could be easily guessed. Maybe the Rokubi had poisoned a parent of hers, or the Sanbi had killed her friends as a child. The civil war between Daimyo and Mizukage, and thus between Sanbi and Rokubi, had also planted the seeds of hatred towards Jinchuuriki.
But still, Kashiki smiled. And when the trio approached the woman who stood in the garden grim as death, she skipped right up to her and smiled.
“This is the Rokubi no Jinchuuriki,” Nanashi said before Kashiki could, “and Tatsuo-senpai is one of the now seven people in the village who knows this. It was five an hour ago, before you and your daughter found out, and me and him need to talk about this situation.”
“Or else we’ll probably have to kill Someiro-chan,” Kashiki piped up.
Saiken was watching in the white space of the girl’s mind. His own protective emotions threatened to open up the dam that kept his power separate from Kashiki’s own, but the girl had fortified the seal somehow. That, too, worried him. She was showing near-perfect control over the near infinite amount of chakra he could provide her. A control that, he was guessing, was being powered by her motivation to complete some scheme of hers.
What are you planning, ore?
Kashiki didn’t reply.
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Post by Takemi on Oct 23, 2013 13:13:16 GMT -5
Yin's eyes shifted to the child, her carefree nature was unsettling, but it would not phase her. A former pirate and active kunoichi, she was no stranger to unsettling behavior. Upon hearing Nanashi's explanation she looked at her daughter and when the creepy child mentioned her potential of dying Yin simply sighed.
"Child of mine," she said cooly. "You have been home for two days and already you're causing trouble. Your father does not need to be dealing with this kind of stress."
"It just walked up to me! How the hell was I supposed to know?"
Yin simply raised her hand in response, quieting her daughter. Her attention returned to the jōnin. "I will speak on my husband's behalf. Anything that you have to say to him you can say to me," she stated, her tone implying it was not a subject that would be debated. Whether it was top secret or not. Her family was being threatened and she would not stand idly by, nor involve her husband needlessly.
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 23, 2013 13:35:41 GMT -5
“Unless you know all of the regulations and plans that our village has when dealing with a Jinchuuriki, then I can’t talk to you, Yin-san,” Nanashi said plainly. His face was hard now, and his eyes serious. “And you should know that neither of us have the time to dance around something as serious as this. Kashiki used her powers in the middle of the village, and that’s sure to attract the Daiimyo’s men like moths to a flame.”
During all of this talk, Kashiki had sit down on the ground with her hands cupping her chin. When Takemi spoke, the little girl turned to face her and had yet to look away. It was no secret who the oinin was. Everyone knew who her father was, and people spoke about how she had let to live up to her legacy; especially Nanashi. Kashiki had hoped things would go smoother when she finally found the girl, but her curiosity and act had began to get out of control.
“If you let me see Tetsuo of the Living Sword, I’ll take away the poison,” she half-murmured to herself.
Nanashi looked at her in shock at that, but she had already blocked him from her mind. His earlier fearful look, despite having raised her, had been enough for a wall to be thrown up between the two. He too had already realized that she was outgrowing him. His mission was to help train her in the basic shinobi arts and to keep her safe, but they both knew he couldn’t exert any control over Kashiki anymore. She had grown too strong for him. That left four options, two of which were taken off of the table due to the circumstances around them.
Saiken chuckled in her mind upon realizing what she was trying to do. You’ve grown faster than I thought, ore! Why didn’t you clue me in?
I had the idea on the spot, Kashiki admitted, and she looked back at Yin. Nanashi had asked her about what she meant, but she was only half-listening to him.
“That’s a pretty good deal isn’t it, Kizu-chan?”
Kizu - Scar
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Post by Takemi on Oct 24, 2013 9:04:22 GMT -5
In truth, unlike her husband or her daughter, Yin held no love for this village or this country. The Zetsumei were an old clan; they specialized in poisons and even created a hiden revolving around their usage, but they splintered from Kirigakure many decades ago. Yin and many of her immediate family had taken up piracy as a trade, and had it not been for Tatsuo's interference she might still be living on the open seas. So all this conflict between the Daimyō and the village meant nothing to her. The only thing that she cared about was keeping her family safe.
"The health of my husband supersedes these petty squabbles between the Mizukage and the Council. I will relay your message, but that is all," she stated firmly. "What difference does it make if Takemi knows? She is of your Mei Kiri and her sense of duty rivals that of her father. To doubt her is to doubt the Setsuna."
"Kaasan...," Takemi said hoping to quell her mother's anger, but before she could say more she heard something. A familiar heart beat. She closed her eyes in the attempt to pinpoint it, but that's when Kashiki made her announcement. "You could do that? You would do that?" Obviously, she didn't trust the jinchūriki, but if there was any merit to her claims then she would take the risk to save her father's life.
"Only if you could pull it off," Yin said with a dark smirk. Despite housing a demonic slug, Yin appreciated the girl's bold nature. In the village, few were willing to speak about her scar. Most knew the story, but to speak about a man's wife was to speak about him, and nobody wished to usher Tatsuo's wrath. Nevertheless, the girl's idea was interesting to say the least. It still wouldn't get her any closer to Tatsuo as far as Yin was concerned.
Not without some sort of definitive proof.
"It's no wonder I get so few visitors. Nobody will want to stop by if you treat them so sourly, Yin," a tired voice said from the shadows, but despite its strain it flowed with an aura of authority. Stepping out from behind a nearby tree the retired Shinobigatana made his appearance, much to the surprise of everyone save for Takemi. The Shin'on was one of the only things that could effectively track him while he was being stealthy. The stress that the poison had put on his body had aged him. His hair an even mix of salt and pepper. In truth he looked like a shadow of his former self, but he stood before them as if nothing were wrong, cane in hand and half smile on his face.
Yin sucked her teeth. She had thought that he was asleep when Takemi's crow came with the message. All she wanted for him was to get his rest. "You should not be out and about."
"Then let's make this quick," he said simply as he looked to Kashiki before putting his attention on Nanashi.
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 24, 2013 15:18:54 GMT -5
Nanashi bowed awkwardly when Tatsuo appeared. In every way the retired Swordsmen was his senior and his teacher, but the real reason he dipped his head was to avoid his eyes. His fall from grace was fast; from a mighty youth who had another four decades ahead of him to an old man in the blink of an eye. It was cruel and unnatural.
Kashiki noticed this, and Saiken found himself impressed at the young girl’s level of observation. She was showing a side of herself and a level of maturity that he hadn’t thought existed. What Takemi and Yin was as ignored as his questions were earlier. The jinchuuriki’s focus was entirely on Tatsuo.
“I think it would be better to go inside, wouldn’t it? If the daimyo and council’s men come this way, fighting in the open would be a disaster, Tatsuo-sama.” Kashiki jumped up and slowly walked to the man. She circled him once, twice, and then stopped in front of him again. “You're stronger than the rest. Namesuji-kun said that Sanbi-san’s poison killed most people in a year.”
“She’s grown stronger, Tatsuo-sensei,” Nanashi said, “during her training she wasn’t able to fully control the cloak, but now she can hold up to even two tails without effort. That’s part of the reason I brought her to you. I think it’s time we moved to the next stage.”
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Post by Takemi on Oct 25, 2013 10:02:12 GMT -5
Tatsuo's eyes honed in on the child as she walked around him. In a way, he could empathize with her. As the poster child of the long abandoned Toy Soldier Project he grew up as a weapon for Mizu no Kuni. It was not until he was an accomplished member of the Shinobigatana that he developed any sort of personal life. But just because he could empathize did not mean he held sympathy for her. She was a weapon, just like him, and she would be molded into an instrument for Mizu no Kuni's prosperity or be terminated. Such was the hand fate dealt her.
"My strength is only part of the equation. Though, I suspect I might live even longer if you and Yin cooperate," he said moreso to his wife than the child. The Zetsumei narrowed her eyes at him, but he dismissed it. Unlike his wife or child he harbored no ill-will against the bijū or their hosts. When Nanashi spoke of progressing the plan to the next stage Tatsuo simply raised an eyebrow before giving the child a once over. "Perhaps."
"Nevertheless, the child is right. We should move somewhere more private," Yin said as she walked over to her husband. Despite what appeared on the outside she knew the chronic pain that he endured.
"I agree. It wasn't that long ago that I was attacked in broad day light," Takemi added for further persuasion. Her concern was not for the safety of her father, or even the nature of this meeting. She was more worried that her father would overexert himself in battle. Everyone in the village knew about his situation, how his poisoning was taking a toll on him. Yet, even in this civil war he remained protected due to the fear people had for his abilities. If he were to be attacked then he would hold nothing back in order to prove that even with his diminishing health he was still in a league far beyond the majority of the village.
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Oct 27, 2013 12:35:49 GMT -5
Nanashi led the way through the mist, senses open and searching everything around. He hadn’t detected anyone following them, and if someone had somehow managed to hide their chakra, Takemi would have heard their heartbeat. Confident that they were safe, he took the party down a small alleyway close to Tatsuo’s home and performed a single hand sign before touching the cement below. A trap door opened, with a series of steps leading into the gloom. Nanashi beckoned for them to follow.
A light switch was flicked on and the trap door above closed. They were standing in a small chamber, dimly let by a swinging lamp at the top. There was a wooden table in the center with seven chairs surrounding it. Nanashi beckoned again for each person to take a chair.
“I assume this is no time to be keeping secrets,” he started when everyone sat down, “at least from you all. I won’t say who else knows save for the Mizukage, but Kashiki’s identity is the most closely guarded secret in the entire village. She is our weapon against the council’s Sanbi, and our trump card if things ever turn against us.”
While Nanashi spoke Kashiki forgoed the chair and jumped into Tatsuo’s lap. With so little distance between them, she could feel the demon turtle’s chakra slowly eating away at his life. Saiken could feel it too, and per her request, he began to work out a method of counteracting his brother’s curse.
“Needless to say, if the enemy finds out who Kashiki is and attacked her, it could lead to chaos and an open civil war in the streets. I was ordered, along with the rest of us who know, to kill anyone who found out. I hope that me and Tatsuo-sensei are not making the wrong decision in telling you two about this.”
The mist was thin today. This was a blessing from Suijin, Chuudan was sure. His hands blockd out the white winter sun and let him see keenly through the haze as the Rokubi’s party of five descended into their secret meeting place. Reaching down to the collar of his jacket, he pressed a button and whispered softly into the microphone. Affirmative responses echoed in the air, and the forces began to mobilize.
“Remember men,” Chuudan added, almost as if an afterthought, “you can cut the girl’s limbs off, but don’t kill her.”
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Post by Takemi on Oct 29, 2013 10:18:13 GMT -5
There was no denying it. Takemi felt a certain way about Kashiki sitting in her father's lap. Who did this little brat think she was? The answer was obvious. A living weapon with the potential to nuke the entire room as well as the village. That's who she thought she was, and she was very accurate to think as much. Nevertheless, Takemi did not appreciate a bijū being in such close proximity to her father. He would not show it, but she was more than sure that it was having an affect on him. On the subconscious level, who the fuck did this bitch think she was sitting on her father's lap? That was her spot. No matter how old she got.
But she would hold her tongue. Her standing as Tatsuo's daughter afforded her a lot of luxuries in her career, but she knew her place in this village. She did not have the rank needed to actively partake in this conversation. She would respect that.
"The Setsuna are not a group that hide their agenda," Yin stated. As opposed to earlier she was less riled up now, things had already progressed further than she would have wanted. So the best thing she could do for her husband was to speed things up so he could rest. His bravado, while strong and unwavering, could not fool her. Every nerve in his body raked in burning agony. But when have you ever heard a sword cry? "They ally themselves with anyone that they feel will promote growth in this country. Unless the Daimyō and Council can see past their greed the Mizukage have their blades," she continued for Tatsuo. Yin then placed her hand over her scar. "My loyalty is to my husband. So as long as he supports you, so will I."
"My blade follows the will of my clan," Takemi said in reply.
"And as the leader, that will is mine," Tatsuo finished, his voice was stern yet haggard. Even with Kashiki on his lap he showed no sign of fear of the child. He would trust her as much as she was willing to trust him, which seemed quite high for her to remain so close. Had he any desire to do so, she would be mincemeat before she could notice the need to react. Such was the power he had come to possess. "But civil war is already on our hands, Nanashi-kun. Now is not the time to fall prey to paranoia and turn on those that fight for our cause."
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Post by Rokubi no Kashiki on Nov 5, 2013 15:37:10 GMT -5
“Your right,” Nanashi said, abashed by his own reluctance to trust, “but you know very well the dangers of Kashiki being discovered. She is the only thing we have that can stop the Sanbi should it attack without suffering severe casualties. So it is paramo--”
“Stop going on and on, Nanashi-san,” Kashiki spoke up. “Tatsuo-senpai has already agreed to discuss with us my proposal.”
With that the girl turned around on Tatuso’s lap and looked up at him. She gave him a playful smile, and before Nanashi could speak up she placed a finger on the retired shinobi’s heart. “Namesuji-kun said he can help remove the poison, but only if you agree to help me, Tatsuo-senpai. I think if you teach me some of your techniques, I can better use Namesuji’s chakra.”
Nanashi said nothing, though his face was hot after being cut off by Kashiki. Not only had she dropped any playful tone she had for him, she also treated him like she was the jounin and he the genin. Slamming his hand on the table, he stood up to talk, but stopped when something caught his nose.
“Does anyone else smell...smoke?”
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Post by Takemi on Nov 15, 2013 10:25:45 GMT -5
Tatsuo's expression remained unchanged by Kashiki's proposal. His eyes shifted to his wife, who showed her discontent with allowing another one of these tailed monsters to be involved with him. It did come as a mild surprise that all she wanted in exchange was for him to give her a few pointers here and there. That was not difficult, his eyes shifted to Takemi. Perhaps it might even speed up her process in learning to use the Katsuken.
That's when the scent of smoke hit him.
"Guess we've been found out," Tatsuo said simply. He then glanced back at Kashiki. "If you want me to teach you then you must first prove your worth," he said as he rose to his feet. "Keep in mind, I am not impressed by violence." At this stage in his life, he did not care whether he lived or died. If she could help with the poison then fine. He would be able to draw breath on this earth for a little while longer. However, he would not train anyone that would abuse their power. No, she would need to be able to display something more useful.
"Nanashi-senpai, where are the exits?" Takemi asked as she rose from her seat and looked towards the entrance.
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