Leaf District

[Mellow]

The words from Inoka caused Hachiro to blink a couple times when the mention of a Shadow Realm coming up into the conversation.
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Hachiro: I'm sorry, Shadow what?​

Yet despite the weight of the mission, there was something about finally knowing somewhat of the "what" that put him at ease. The uncertainty for this shadow realm however never faded and kept him curious but at least he had an objective. Though, confusion immediately washed over his face when the Hokage said something about an Uchiha. He tilted his head to the side, one finger scratching just above his temple, eyes darting to the floor like he was trying to scan a mental file he definitely didn’t have. The name ‘Uchiha’ had weight, sure. It was a name whispered with reverence and caution, even among foreign shinobi, but yet he hadn’t heard that name once before stepping foot in the village. Not in any mission briefings, not in the tavern gossip, not even during the background screenings. Even so he decided to speak on the matter of course in a joking way while still holding some truth.
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Hachiro: Uchiha? Never met one... never seen one. You sure this guy’s not a myth? Or like... the final boss of a training arc? - Well, I guess its only one way to find out! Let's go blood balls.​

In that moment, Hachiro began walking out of the Hokage office, strolling through the halls and down the stairway until he finally made it back outside. Putting his hands back into his pockets as he continued down the same street as before, occasionally looking around corners and through alleyways to find some kind of hint of where to go until he heard someone mention a fan like symbol. Which only made things easier for the young shinobi. With that he scaled a large building and gean looking around until he spotted a nice sized area covered with red and white Uchiwa fan symbols. From there he yelled towards the child then hopped down from the building and began walking towards the very direction he saw the compound.
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Hachiro: Hey! Blood Balls, the estates over there towards the left of this building!​

Current Location: Leaving Hokage Office → Heading To Uchiha Compound
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike→ Inoka Yamanaka → Hachiro → Shijo
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Jeriah]

Gyoken's Sharingan followed every subtle shift in movement, anticipation building as he hoped to see Tenbo's attack successfully turned back against him. Instead, Tenbo deftly maneuvered into defense, redirecting the blast harmlessly downward. "Impressive," Tenbo uttered, his voice steady, yet carrying an undeniable weight of recognition. Those words, combined with Tenbo's penetrating gaze, sparked a flame of pride within Gyoken. It wasn't just acknowledgment of skill—it was validation from someone who had always seemed untouchable, someone who now truly saw him rather than merely looking through him.

Yet, Gyoken's satisfaction was quickly disrupted as an unfamiliar figure appeared, interrupting the tense standoff. "Team Yaju, your presence is urgently required in the Moonlight District, Tsukigakure," the messenger spoke firmly. "There's been a significant lead regarding the Shadow Realm, and your sensory abilities are essential. Please head immediately to the village gates—you'll find Jin Tendo waiting there."

Gyoken felt an immediate jolt at hearing that name, a surge of adrenaline flooding his veins as he quickly turned toward Konohagakure’s gates. "Jin?!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of surprise and concern. Without another moment’s hesitation, Gyoken dashed forward, urgency carrying him faster with every step. His heart pounded in anticipation and worry, hoping to find his friend safe and sound.

Location: Forest of Death -> Konohagakure Village Gate
Posting Order: Gyoken -> Kokezaru Sarugami -> Yaju Inuzuka
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days.
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[Dante]

Shoji – The Crimson Resolve of the Uchiha

Within the ever-bustling street of the Hidden Village, amidst the chatter of merchants and the scurry of civilians, there moved a presence that warped the very air around him. Shoji—stalwart, silent, and exuding an aura so heavy it seemed to slow time—walked amongst his kin, his every step demanding space without uttering a word. Uchiha after Uchiha subtly parted before him, as if an unseen force pushed them aside. His crimson eyes, alight with the glow of the Sharingan, gleamed not just with vision but with judgment. They reflected the souls of those he passed, casting silent scrutiny, and illuminating the shadows clinging to their hearts.

Once, he was known as a loving spirit—gentle, promising, even hopeful. But the man who now roamed the streets was none of those things. That light had been swallowed by something far more vengeful. More complete. Shoji had become the embodiment of purpose clad in wrath. A man not merely following destiny, but forging it by fire and cold steel.

His mission was no secret to those who dared to watch from the alleys or rooftops: Shoji intended to elevate the Uchiha to the legends once whispered in reverence. To reclaim their place not as protectors of the village—but as the beating heart of it. The clan, he believed, had been dimmed, pacified, and buried in history. That era was over.

Despite the turmoil that brewed inside him—anger that flared like wildfire and emotions knotted in complexity—his path remained precise, razor-sharp. This contrast defined him: a tempest within, a surgeon’s hand without. That iron sense of orientation was a gift—or perhaps a curse—passed from his mother, a woman known more for cunning than compassion, more for ambition than affection. She had molded Shoji not to survive, but to conquer.

Stopping for a moment amidst the crowd, Shoji lifted his gaze toward the sky. The scent of the village’s decay drifted into his nostrils—smoke, sweat, and stagnation. He took it in, let it settle in his lungs like a bitter truth.
“It reeks of comfort,” he muttered under his breath. “That ends soon.”
Shoji would be the one to ignite the new folklore—one not written in peace treaties or council scrolls, but in battle cries, in the flicker of the Sharingan, in names whispered in awe and fear and it would be something else.

Location: The Uchiha Compound
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike→ Inoka Yamanaka → Hachiro → Shijo
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll​

 

[Reigetsu]

Sōma followed Hachiro out of the Hokage's office, a rotating ball of blood lazily circling in her hand as she contemplated the boy she’d just been partnered with. She wondered if another member would be added to this randomly assembled team. She didn’t even know this boy’s backstory or capabilities—hopefully, he was useful enough for the mission. As they walked through the halls, they passed Baiyo. Sōma lifted her left hand, flashing a single peace sign while still carrying her floating orb of blood. The sight startled the Hyūga girl, who hesitated for a moment before following.

“I see you got what you came here for. Good,” Baiyo said softly. Her voice was delicate, just like the first time they met at the village gate—reminiscent of the shy girls from the Mist District where Sōma once lived. She remembered seeing a couple of them attempt to ask a boy out, only to either whisper too quietly or faint mid-sentence. To Sōma, it was embarrassing to act like that—so paralyzed by your own emotions.

She responded in her own unique way—by shaping the words with blood floating from her hand:
“Yes, I have. Thanks to you, I made it here.”

Baiyo smiled and bowed slightly. “Good. Happy to help, hm?” she said, tilting her head toward Hachiro. Her eyes widened slightly upon seeing him more clearly from behind. She stepped out from behind Sōma, glancing at him curiously before quickly hiding again, cheeks faintly pink.

Her soft voice tickled Sōma’s ear as she asked, “Uh… who is this?”

Sōma responded with another floating blood message:
“This is Hachiro. We've been assigned on a mission together.”

Baiyo looked momentarily sad but smiled again, nodding to show she understood. Then she turned down a different hall as they exited the building. Back outside, Sōma followed Hachiro down the street but soon hopped onto a fence, trying to get a better view of the village rooftops in search of a clue to the Uchiha Compound’s location. That’s when they heard someone mention a fan symbol. Sōma turned and watched as Hachiro scaled a tall building. His expression shifted suddenly—he must have spotted it.

He shouted down, confirming the location.

She gave him a thumbs-up and began scaling her own building. At the top, she spotted it too—a red and white Uchiwa fan in the distance. That was the place.

Sōma began leaping from rooftop to rooftop, vaulting over houses and alleyways, occasionally glancing back to check if Hachiro was close. Then she turned her gaze forward again as she dropped onto a slanted roof, slid down, and launched herself off the edge. She soared over an apartment building, rolled onto another rooftop, and finally dropped down when the compound was within reach.

She landed near a narrow corner and rounded it until she spotted an open passageway. Taking it, she walked into the compound.

Inside, she observed Uchiha clan members going about their day. Some returned from missions, others chatted quietly or worked within the safety of Konoha’s walls. Sōma watched them with a mix of curiosity and fascination, wondering what made the Uchiha unique among the clans—and whether she could one day test her skills against one of them.

Current Location: Village Streets to Uchiha Compound
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike→ Hachiro → Shijo
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Baldhead]

With his Byakugan active, Takashi stood at a distance. Silently observing the clash between the two Uchiha and Yaju who stood still beneath the broken sky, arms folded. The presence of Yaju had altered the rhythm of the battlefield and Tenbo could no longer move as freely as before. Takashi, on the other hand, still had space to act. Yet he remained still, waiting, watching for any signal from Tenbo. But instead of seeing a signal from him, he saw something else.

“Of course...”

The words slipped from Tenbo’s lips, spoken casually, a polite mask to avoid friction with Yaju and his loyal hounds. Takashi read them with ease. But there was no weight behind them. Those two words rang hollow, brittle. Polite lies, spoken not to Yaju, but to the situation.

"So this is it..."


Takashi thought, his expression unreadable as always. He swept his gaze through the surrounding forest, checking for signs, distortions, every twitch of movement. Then, Tenbo turned to leave the forest. Takashi didn’t move right away, he only watched as the man’s chakra flickered... then vanished entirely. One moment present, the next, a sudden absence. It was like if the trees itself had opened it's arms and swallowed him whole. No chakra signature, no trace and only silence.

He exhaled slowly, letting the tension bleed off his shoulders. Without hesitation, Takashi slipped both hands into his pockets and faded from the field. Like a gust of wind, just as swiftly as he had arrived.

Location: Konohagakure 44th Training Ground [Forest of Death] ( Leaving)
Main Posting Order: Gyoken -> Tenbo -> Takashi -> Yaju
Secondary Posting Order: Yugo (Optional) -> Akitsuki (Opitonal) -> Kokezaru Sarugami
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll

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[Jeriah]

A messenger pigeon swiftly descended, perching upon the window of the Konoha Aviary, capturing the immediate attention of the Konoha Cryptanalysis Team. Halting their ongoing work, they cautiously approached, carefully retrieving the scroll from the bird. Unfurling it, the analysts found only two cryptic kanji written boldly: "影草." "Kagekusa," one analyst read aloud, puzzlement evident on his face as he contemplated its significance. "Shadow Grass?" another questioned, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. After a brief pause filled with uncertainty, one analyst decisively stated, "Let's report this immediately to Lord Inoka. This seems urgent."

The analysts approached the peculiar ragdoll that was intricately attached to Inoka's kunai, gently tapping it to summon his attention. Instantly, Inoka’s consciousness surged into the doll, allowing him to communicate with the Cryptanalysis Team directly. "Lord Inoka, we've received a message stating 'Shadow Grass.' We suspect it could indicate members of the Shadow Realm have been sighted near Kusagakure, the Grass District."

Inoka's eyes widened, the implications rapidly flooding his mind with countless scenarios. "Thank you," was all he managed to respond verbally, though internally his thoughts raced at dizzying speeds. Quickly regaining composure, Inoka issued telepathic orders to the few jonin available: "Hyuuga Takashi, Yamanaka Inori, Uchiha Tenbo—I’m dispatching you immediately to the Grass District. Reports indicate Shadow Realm activity there. Proceed with utmost caution."

Even as he communicated the orders, Inoka swiftly prepared another messenger pigeon, urgently requesting support from neighboring Uzushiogakure. For the first time, unease clouded his confidence; he wasn't certain if his shinobi would return alive.

Meanwhile, Inori Yamanaka stood immersed in training, meticulously refining a promising new jutsu. Finally feeling satisfied with his initial progress, he took a deep breath, formed the required hand seals, and vanished amidst a cloud of smoke. Moments later, Inori stood alert and composed before the village gates, awaiting the arrival of Tenbo and Takashi, mentally preparing himself for the critical mission ahead.

Location: Konohagakure Gate
Posting Order: Inoka/Inori -> Tenbo Uchiha -> Takashi Hyuuga -> Sumiko (Optional)
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll​

 

[Mellow]

After a short while of walking from his current position to his destination, now walking upon the actual gates itself to enter the Uchiha compound, though before entering, he took a look in the direction behind him with his head only slightly turned enough to look behind him at an angle where he saw the smaller girl, Soma landing closely behind him as the two of them made their way inside of the compound. Noticing the many people of the clan relaxed and enjoying life for the most part which was something new to Hachiro since he treated everyday life as a mission of survival up until this point. Soon his eyes came upon a taller figure with darker skin and long hair with a sword across the back of his torso. His eyes glanced over the body of this male and wondered if this was the person they were looking for or the clan's leader. At first glance he didn't really look like much but if he was a fellow swordsman than fighting alongside him could be interesting which means he could also pick up some new moves along the way.
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Hachiro: I'm looking for someone, Shijo Uchiha. Orders of Lord Inoka for a special mission. Are you the leader of this place or is it safe to assume you're the one we're here for.​

The look in Hachiro's light hazel brown eyes was one of curiosity as he calmly flipped his fur coated hood on and stuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
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Hachiro: Oh yea, and the girl behind me is Soma in case you don't already know.​

Current Location: Uchiha Compound
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike→ Hachiro → Shijo
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll​

 

[Dante]

Amongst the proud blood of the Uchiha, Shoji stood as a rarity even among rarities. While many bore the fearsome power of the Sharingan, few were graced with the additional gift of heightened sensory prowess. Shoji could feel the dance of chakra around him—its ebb and flow, its pulsing signatures—even when others would be left blind to such subtleties. Every whisper of energy, every tremor of life, he could sense it as clearly as the beat of his own heart.
And now, even amidst the busy hum of the Uchiha compound, Shoji caught it—faint signatures, fragile and untamed, like flickers of candlelight on the verge of extinction. These were not seasoned shinobi. Their chakras were raw, immature. Mere children. Outsiders to the clan, their energy held none of the sharp, refined weight of Uchiha lineage. Yet they moved with a strange purpose through the compound, and their mouths soon confirmed it—they were searching for him.

Shoji remained still, posture loose yet brimming with a quiet intensity. His crimson eyes, burning beneath the cool shade of his lashes, sharpened their focus on the group. One figure, a youth barely reaching adolescence, stood boldly ahead of the others, his brown eyes filled with a determined gleam.

Shoji’s gaze narrowed, piercing into the boy's spirit with frightening clarity. For a heartbeat, it was as if time itself had locked the two into a silent confrontation—the hunter and the yet-unaware prey. Beneath the surface, Shoji’s mind whirred. What were these children to him? Messengers? Tools? Pawns to a greater scheme yet unseen? His eyes foresaw the future and perhaps alluded to it.

A slow, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the edge of Shoji’s lips. Not out of amusement—but intrigue. The world was shifting, and even the smallest pieces, the youngest faces, could become instruments of the future he intended to carve.

He took a single step forward, the ground beneath his sandal whispering against the dust. The red in his eyes flared brighter, as if challenging the youths before him.

"I am he who you searched for," he said, voice like iron wrapped in silk. "Now tell me why?"

Shoji’s crimson gaze bore into the youth’s trembling figure, awaiting an answer—but none came immediately. Instead, there was only the soft shuffling of feet and the tight clenching of small fists. These were not bold messengers by nature; their nerves betrayed them. Yet, they had come anyway, which in itself piqued Shoji’s interest.

It was then—like a faint thread weaving itself into his awareness—that the truth unraveled in his mind.

This isn't coincidence... he thought, his senses stretching deeper into the flow of their chakra. Embedded beneath the surface of their consciousness was the faintest imprint, a technique so delicate only someone like Shoji could have even noticed it—a lingering signature from the famed Yamanaka techniques.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of realization crossing his features.

Inoka, the current leader of the Yamanaka Clan—an individual is known for his political subtlety as for her mastery of mind-based jutsu. A man who could move pieces on the board without ever dirtying her own hands. If these children were here under his influence, it could mean only one thing: this was a message... and a mission. Specifically meant for him.

Location: The Uchiha Compound
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike→ Inoka Yamanaka → Hachiro → Shijo
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll​

 

[Davon]

"Inori?" Tenbo muttered under his breath, a sharp edge to his voice. Who was this mysterious Yamanaka? He wouldn't so easily fall prey to the Hokage's schemes. An unknown shinobi, tied to the ever-elusive Uchiha, reeked of a calculated move—and Tenbo refused to be a pawn. This orchestrated maneuver would not go unnoticed. Did the Hokage truly think so little of the Enigma—or did he arrogantly believe his own skill outmatched Tenbo's? Unlike this so-called Inori, whose deception would soon be laid bare, Takashi was a trusted operative of Root, bound by discipline and loyalty.

A mission of such severity was no place for games—yet the Hokage seemed intent on treating it as one. This was a matter of life and death, or worse: a descent into the grasp of the shadow realm. A rare, unsettled expression twisted across Tenbo’s face, the hard glint in his eyes leaving no doubt about his growing displeasure. He emerged from the shadows, as silent as a whisper on the wind, materializing from nowhere with no hint of the path he had taken.

His obsidian eyes locked onto the so-called Inori. Yet from the figure’s height, build, and perceived weight, it was clear—this was no coincidence. It was a deliberate ploy, orchestrated by the Hokage himself. Tenbo stood still, already anticipating some sort of explanation—but he wouldn't be surprised if the deception continued. He made no move to advance, choosing instead to confront the Yamanaka with words first. "I have no intention of going on a mission with someone whose identity is hidden. And I am not asking for permission." The words were deliberate, powerful, laced with thinly veiled annoyance. Tenbo didn’t need to rely on chakra sensory or even his Sharingan to sense the deception at play. "Let me be perfectly clear—this is no place for games. Leave at once. You can report back to the Hokage that I, Takashi, a member of the Shinobi Union, will handle this mission alone." uthority radiated from him—it was not a suggestion, but a command. There was no question about who would lead this mission. Standing at the village gates with Takashi inbound, Tenbo carried no trace of doubt. One thing was certain: as long as Inoka sat as Hokage, he would place no trust in any Yamanaka. Especially someone with the exact same physical structure as the Hokage...

Only, in the event that Inoka/Inori returned or removed himself from the posture of taking on the mission, only then Tenbo would disappear from the village as he would be headed to the Grass District with Takashi following him.

Location: Konohagakure Gate -> Grass District (Potentially)
Posting Order: Inoka/Inori -> Tenbo Uchiha -> Takashi Hyuuga -> Sumiko (Optional)
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll

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[Reigetsu]

Sōma followed behind Hachiro, allowing him to take the lead—he seemed more comfortable with social interactions, and given that she couldn’t speak anymore, it made sense to hang back. Her blood orbs hovered gently around her hand, glowing faintly in the afternoon light like crimson satellites. As they moved deeper into the Uchiha compound, she took a moment to observe the clan members. Most were minding their own business, though a few glanced toward her and Hachiro with suspicion or curiosity. She expected it. Outsiders weren’t common here.

But she didn’t care. Let them stare.

When Hachiro approached a tall man with a dark complexion, Sōma instinctively slowed her pace. The man had raven-black hair tied into a long ponytail and wore a black and red robe with a sword across the back of his torso, fitted shinobi pants, and sandals. From a distance, his expression looked cold and stoic—borderline menacing. The kind of face carved from stone and honed in war.

As they neared him, Sōma felt it.

That gaze.

The man—Shijō Uchiha, she presumed—turned his attention toward them. His eyes, blood-red with the unmistakable ripple of Sharingan tomoe, bore into them like scalpels. She felt it instantly—a chill crept down her spine. It was as if she were no longer a person, but a test subject under clinical dissection. Her instincts screamed caution, but she held her ground. When Hachiro began to speak, addressing the older Uchiha, Shijō's eyes remained fixed on the both of them. Though intimidating, there was no malice—just sharp, unyielding scrutiny.

Sōma stepped forward. The blood around her hand coalesced, swirling briefly before reshaping itself into glowing red letters in midair:

"Lord Hokage, Inoka Yamanaka assigned me and Hachiro to you, Lord Shijō."

The message held for a few moments before melting back into her floating orbs. Then, more words emerged:

"Our destination: the Waterfall District. There are rumors of Shadow Realm followers appearing there."

The blood dissolved again, returning to orbit her hand like patient moons circling a red planet. Her violet eyes met his crimson ones. The unease was still there—those eyes were unnerving, soul-piercing—but she stood firm and gave a respectful bow, signaling her deference to her temporary commander. Shijō’s expression didn’t change much. If anything, there was a slight raise of one brow, but it was hard to tell if it meant approval, interest, or amusement. Maybe all three.

Sōma's gaze flicked around once more. Other Uchiha nearby had subtly stopped what they were doing. She could feel the tension in the air—like being watched by predators hidden in a forest. Still, she turned her attention back to Shijō, shaping her blood into words once more:

"Although I’ve never heard much about the Uchiha Clan before, coming here has made me curious. My district didn’t share much information or history about your people."

That was the truth. Her district—the Mist—held tight control over its knowledge and cultural access, especially concerning other shinobi clans. There had always been whispers of powerful bloodlines, but never specifics. And now, standing here before one of them, Sōma could finally understand why. The way Shijō looked at her again made her stomach twist. There was something primal in it—not hostile, but sharp. Like a wolf staring down two rabbits—not necessarily out of hunger, but to measure which one might jump first.

She remained quiet, her blood orbs spinning calmly, betraying none of the anxiety beginning to rise beneath her still surface.

If this was the measure of what the Uchiha were... they were as intense as the rumors claimed—and far more terrifying in person.

Location: The Uchiha Compound
Posting Order: Soma Chinoike→ Inoka Yamanaka → Hachiro → Shijo
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll​