Mist Harbor
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A heavy miniature breeze had infiltrated the docks whispering in all the ears of its visitors. On days like this, it playfully fills the sails of the harbor boats, flutters their flags, and pushes along the clouds. It was not to be forgotten that this breeze was just a mere hint of its power, that when roused it can toss whole ships like toys to smash on the rocks, and that's why Captain Ikura loved sailing. The bearded man was a respectable man and renowned captain who served on the Land of Water's naval force for 52 years.
His heroism and bravery had made the veteran a fan favorite, as his jolly attitude had spread over the crowd warming them with his joyous smile. Assigned as the ship captain of the incomplete squad, Team 9. Captain Ikura's job was to safely escort them to Prison Island, which would not be a challenge for the old man as his engine was still kicking.
The rich benignant cigar smoke eddied coolly down his throat; he puffed it out again in rings which breasted the air bravely for a moment. The rich oaky smell of the fire permeated the docks, wisps of silver-grey smoke curled and danced their way through the thick, hazy air as if excited to escape the gentle pull of the chimney. While the smoke lingered, his steel pipe flames were extinguished as it was time to greet his guest. An unbalance motion breathed itself during the wooden tiles of the dock. While his right leg remained intact and was fairly balanced, but the same could not be said about his left. A darker hue and crafted from oak, the captain's prosthetic leg revealed
itself to the veteran's company.
"Whew boy! It seems that my age is catching up to me. HA! Greeting's soldiers I am
Captain Ikura of the Argonaut. This ship has been my best friend and has survived
traitorous battles your humanoid bodies would not be able to withstand. Whew Boy!
You can introduce yourself to me on the ship. Time is subservient to both the breeze and
waves, so we best get on it! Oh and before you board...Welcome to the Argonaut Kirigakure's
oldest and legendary ship!" A loud raspy joyous voice had emitted from the eldered man.
The sailing ship was fashioned from an ancient oak, with masts that stood as tall. With everyone
on board, it was now time to set sail. The young crew members whose outfits were mostly white with
hints of dark blue scurried amongst the ship lifting up the anchor and raising the anchor. The actions
were not as quiet as the crew sung as they worked, their booming vocals would make the entire docks tremble.
Releasing the gigantic flag, the wooden ship would brush amongst the sea saltwater, manifesting waves and torrents
behind the ship as it raced against the ocean. Continous singing and enthusiasm pervaded the ship, not allowing one
to have clear thoughts and peace and quiet. Within ten minutes, the ship would make it to the docks of prison Island.
"Whew ha! Knock 'em dead for me kiddos. I'll be here waiting for your arrival"
JigokunoTenshi
Mythical
In response to accusations or just outright ignorance many would react in a volatile way. Explosive anger, spiteful or petty remarks- these were ways wrongful treatment had been responded to since the beginning of time. It was a human reaction. A human reaction of someone who lacked finesse and grace, or humility.
Kiseki was not such a person. Having been raised by a respectable, retired kunoichi, and a woman who valued honor, the rising shinobi handled every circumstance with something many people even beyond her years could never get a grip on- patience. It was for this reason that when Yumaro called her slow, her response was unexpected for her age. She smiled, checking the time herself on her watch. There was still a few minutes til the Mizukage had actually told her to be at the docks. “Oh, I sincerely apologize. I will be here early next time!” Her tone was sincere and enthusiastic, and she didn’t confirm or deny what her new teammate had said. She didn’t feel it necessary. There was no desire to be right in her entire body. As she spoke she’d followed him onto the boat and lingered near the railing so she could watch the water as they sailed.
Whatever peace Yumaro had intended to seek to meditate was going to be a rough thing, unless he managed to tune everything out. Kiseki could tell just from how jovial the captain was that he ran anything but a quiet ship. Excitedly she introduced herself to the captain in return and tentatively listened to him- but he received no further responses. The little lady became completely captivated by the singing, lingering amongst the crew. She clapped her hands and happily bobbed about in place to the songs they sang all the way to the prison island. Such a show before a mission uplifted her spirits and soothed the jitters that she’d been feeling completely.
She left Yumaro to his own devices during their short journey just in case he did manage to find a quiet place to himself, but she was also eager to get to know him. Perhaps he would grow to be the best friend she was holding out hope for, but he didn’t seem the type. He seemed... standoffish isn’t the right word she’d choose to describe him. He seemed very complex, and like he preferred being alone. Those types were generally ones she pitied more than she fancied their company. After getting off the shop, she waited quietly for him on the dock of the island. Her hands were folded neatly behind her back and she looked around with a refreshed gleam in her eye.
There was only one thing that still hugged her and it was the nuances of carrying out an official mission like this. She hadn’t gotten a real briefing on it, only a minor explanation, and not only did she not enjoy that- her mothers hadn’t approved either, especially after their daughter told them she wanted to go. It was a fight they’d had though, because they tried to keep her from accepting, and Kiseki was tired of trash duty and chasing lost pets. Reluctantly they let up on their disagreement and decided that if she was going to learn about how cruel the world could be, it would have to be hands on. Much to their dismay, it was unfortunately true. They could tell her and tell her until they were blue in the face, but she believed she would be fine and had to learn the hard way that believing wasn’t going to keep her safe. Kiseki had trained hard, they’d seen it with their own eyes, but she lacked experience.
When Yumaro came off the boat Kiseki joined his side and hit the inside of her cheek for a moment, a hesitation tic of hers, before speaking up. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the details of the mission. Do you happen to know what it is we’re looking for here?”
Kiseki was not such a person. Having been raised by a respectable, retired kunoichi, and a woman who valued honor, the rising shinobi handled every circumstance with something many people even beyond her years could never get a grip on- patience. It was for this reason that when Yumaro called her slow, her response was unexpected for her age. She smiled, checking the time herself on her watch. There was still a few minutes til the Mizukage had actually told her to be at the docks. “Oh, I sincerely apologize. I will be here early next time!” Her tone was sincere and enthusiastic, and she didn’t confirm or deny what her new teammate had said. She didn’t feel it necessary. There was no desire to be right in her entire body. As she spoke she’d followed him onto the boat and lingered near the railing so she could watch the water as they sailed.
Whatever peace Yumaro had intended to seek to meditate was going to be a rough thing, unless he managed to tune everything out. Kiseki could tell just from how jovial the captain was that he ran anything but a quiet ship. Excitedly she introduced herself to the captain in return and tentatively listened to him- but he received no further responses. The little lady became completely captivated by the singing, lingering amongst the crew. She clapped her hands and happily bobbed about in place to the songs they sang all the way to the prison island. Such a show before a mission uplifted her spirits and soothed the jitters that she’d been feeling completely.
She left Yumaro to his own devices during their short journey just in case he did manage to find a quiet place to himself, but she was also eager to get to know him. Perhaps he would grow to be the best friend she was holding out hope for, but he didn’t seem the type. He seemed... standoffish isn’t the right word she’d choose to describe him. He seemed very complex, and like he preferred being alone. Those types were generally ones she pitied more than she fancied their company. After getting off the shop, she waited quietly for him on the dock of the island. Her hands were folded neatly behind her back and she looked around with a refreshed gleam in her eye.
There was only one thing that still hugged her and it was the nuances of carrying out an official mission like this. She hadn’t gotten a real briefing on it, only a minor explanation, and not only did she not enjoy that- her mothers hadn’t approved either, especially after their daughter told them she wanted to go. It was a fight they’d had though, because they tried to keep her from accepting, and Kiseki was tired of trash duty and chasing lost pets. Reluctantly they let up on their disagreement and decided that if she was going to learn about how cruel the world could be, it would have to be hands on. Much to their dismay, it was unfortunately true. They could tell her and tell her until they were blue in the face, but she believed she would be fine and had to learn the hard way that believing wasn’t going to keep her safe. Kiseki had trained hard, they’d seen it with their own eyes, but she lacked experience.
When Yumaro came off the boat Kiseki joined his side and hit the inside of her cheek for a moment, a hesitation tic of hers, before speaking up. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the details of the mission. Do you happen to know what it is we’re looking for here?”
Fox
Mythical
Because of the eventful incident, this would cause numerous boating accidents throughout the nation this includes those that are traveling toward the Hidden Mist Village's Harbor... where numerous children are on their field trip to visit the harbor, on the pedal boats though it was clear that they wouldn't able to respond in time for what they were about to encounter... With a speed of about 50 miles per hour and increasingly so as the wind weren't in their favor' this specified boat has about 20 people inside for what appears to be a birthday party. Though because of the power out this was proven to be difficult to reduce the speed as it continued to add more to its speed accordingly to the water and wind pressure.
"We're gon' die!!!" a terrified child screamed as he found himself paralyzed by fear, though it is clear that he hit his head while trying to jump out of the boat fainting onto the ground. By now, about 2 lives are trapped inside the boat and 10 kids in the water what will the Shinobi of Hidden Mist Village do?
JigokunoTenshi
Mythical
They were inseparable, as most twins are- but these two particularly had a special dynamic. Words hardly needed to be said to coordinate attacks and defenses between the two, working seamlessly together in the name of Kirigakure. Shimo had love for his brother in his heart, and only him. Mist shinobi had one job and their eyes was always kept on that prize. Kill, or be killed. Of course it was obvious that any given moment they would protect the civilians and other fellow shinobi by any means as well. Including the current calamity that was plaguing their land. The mass power outage extended beyond the main circuits and destroyed any artificial means of power. This included the boats on the water, and that was quite a predicament for them at the beginning of this mass panic. Shimo and Netsu had limited eyesight in the beginning of this, but they had made it to the harbor well within the timeframe of the boat carrying children nearing the dock. Shimo was quick to action and quick with a plan, intending to throw this boat off course from its path toward the dock.
After forming several handseals, the water in front of the dock began to bubble up into a large mound, like an agitated mass. It looked like it was sentient at the same time as being just water, which hinted at the jutsu being used in question. Putting as much chakra into it as he could expend, his timing was impeccable as well as execution of this technique.
Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu
The mass of the dragon that emerged from the unsettled water in front of him rivaled the size of the ship comically, curling its body as it went upright within the air and timed its arrival upon the water with perfection. The head of this dragon struck the surface of the water just before the front of the ship passed it, leaving its body and tail above the surface in a curved half-u away from the dock, as if pointing further down the channel. As soon as this happened, more seals were waved, casting ice upon this dragon and fortifying it with yang chakra in order to harden the ice to levels of density and strength akin to multiple layers of hard metal. The boat itself would come into contact with the head of this dragon and its neck, being jarred by its initial impact and as it continued along the path of the frozen water, would curve along with its body away from the dock and also be slowed by the friction of the jagged ice against the side of the boat. This would likely create holes within the side of the ship and allow water to breach its lower levels, and they would be quick to get to this boat before it sank with the lives of those stuck upon it in tow.
Other shinobi within the harbor's area had already taken to small rowboats to go retrieve the children that had jumped into the water. When they were safe, he would be sure to freeze the rest of the harbor to ensure that no other boats lost control and put more people at risk, but for now they had to wait.
After forming several handseals, the water in front of the dock began to bubble up into a large mound, like an agitated mass. It looked like it was sentient at the same time as being just water, which hinted at the jutsu being used in question. Putting as much chakra into it as he could expend, his timing was impeccable as well as execution of this technique.
Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu
The mass of the dragon that emerged from the unsettled water in front of him rivaled the size of the ship comically, curling its body as it went upright within the air and timed its arrival upon the water with perfection. The head of this dragon struck the surface of the water just before the front of the ship passed it, leaving its body and tail above the surface in a curved half-u away from the dock, as if pointing further down the channel. As soon as this happened, more seals were waved, casting ice upon this dragon and fortifying it with yang chakra in order to harden the ice to levels of density and strength akin to multiple layers of hard metal. The boat itself would come into contact with the head of this dragon and its neck, being jarred by its initial impact and as it continued along the path of the frozen water, would curve along with its body away from the dock and also be slowed by the friction of the jagged ice against the side of the boat. This would likely create holes within the side of the ship and allow water to breach its lower levels, and they would be quick to get to this boat before it sank with the lives of those stuck upon it in tow.
Other shinobi within the harbor's area had already taken to small rowboats to go retrieve the children that had jumped into the water. When they were safe, he would be sure to freeze the rest of the harbor to ensure that no other boats lost control and put more people at risk, but for now they had to wait.
JigokunoTenshi
Mythical
Time-skip implemented.
April 12, 1205 AH
6:00 AM
April 12, 1205 AH
6:00 AM
ZimTheInvader
Mythical
After the sudden and devastating declaration by the being known as Madoguchi, it would seem as though as he had retreated into the chakra source as fast as he had arrived. Due to this sudden retreat by the alien threat, the world leaders have ordered all citizens' return effective immediately.
Time-skip Implemented
Zone 1 & 2: April 13, 1205 AH 9:00 AM
Zone 3 & 4: April 13, 1205 AH 9:00 PM
Time-skip Implemented
Zone 1 & 2: April 13, 1205 AH 9:00 AM
Zone 3 & 4: April 13, 1205 AH 9:00 PM
Light footsteps echoed throughout the room as they bounced off the floor tiles and reflected onto the walls. While the sound traversed throughout the ship, the sound was subtle and had not immediately drawn attention to the hooded shinobi. Residing on board a submarine ship that had been stationed within the Mist village’s harbor. The small ship consisted of a small naval team that was in charge of infiltration, sensory, navigation, and weaponry. Adjacent to the hooded shinobi was two masked shinobi who belonged to the Hunter-Nin corps, along with Kazuo had he decided to join the venture.
After a few minutes to check on the functionality of the submarine, the ship submerged within the body of water and traversed towards the direction of the Land of Lightning. A barrier emerged around the ship suppressing its physical presence and concealing everyone’s chakra.
Utilizing the Jōkyūkan Ninjutsu: Suishayusō. (上級忍術 水車輸送, Technology Ninjutsu: Water Fleet Conveyance), this technique is a large-scaled, space-time variant of the Water Flicker Technique that allows a ship to travel instantaneously throughout a body of water to reach a destination that would otherwise take much longer to reach. The ship would disappear from its previous position utilizing its space-time technique to travel massive distances within seconds. Making it to their destination, the ship stationed itself at an unguarded port allowing for the hooded shinobi to sneakily enter the Land of Lightning borders.
Hopping in the submarine, Kazuo had a sense of worry race back and forth all over him. It was gone as soon as it arrived, as he seated himself, watching the window's sea surface, and then once it was on, the undersea. He turned away. The submarine's cloaking capacity messed with his vision, and it's not like he loved the (under)sea anyway. Where others found water calming, he found it stoke up his paranoia over his Lightning release going amok and spreading itself all over the water and himself. Kazuo knew his potencial: It might render the way electricity dillutes in water irrelevant.
Thankfully, the travel would be short, courtesy of the technology ninjutsu. Kazuo was amazed by tech ninjutsu's, but these were techniques as advanced as they were powerful: making Kazuo's relation with them that of a boy and a mesmerizing girl way out of his league. Send all the flowers you want her: She might even notice them before going out with the school's finest stock again.
Right behind Isamu, Kazuo put on the hood of his own, and aviator shades, keenly aware of his unique eye color. Soon enough he was past Land of Lightning borders. Kazuo paced on to walk side by side with his leader.
"Exactly what are we doing here, boss?" - he whispered as they walked. Sure, he could try use telepathy, same way Isamu summoned him: But sometimes crude voice was more secure and confidential than sophisticated jutsu.
Thankfully, the travel would be short, courtesy of the technology ninjutsu. Kazuo was amazed by tech ninjutsu's, but these were techniques as advanced as they were powerful: making Kazuo's relation with them that of a boy and a mesmerizing girl way out of his league. Send all the flowers you want her: She might even notice them before going out with the school's finest stock again.
Right behind Isamu, Kazuo put on the hood of his own, and aviator shades, keenly aware of his unique eye color. Soon enough he was past Land of Lightning borders. Kazuo paced on to walk side by side with his leader.
"Exactly what are we doing here, boss?" - he whispered as they walked. Sure, he could try use telepathy, same way Isamu summoned him: But sometimes crude voice was more secure and confidential than sophisticated jutsu.
The mission to capture the six tails Rokubi was a success due to the aid of the infamous Rekkai Terumi. Her mastery of both boil and lava release allowed her to regulate the dissolving temperatures released by the tailed beast when emitting its corrosive gas. Working in tandem the famed bubble blower and kage assistant was able to defeat and seal the beast into a pot. With one of the hardest missions completed, Sumato was under the impression that he could return to his normal jounin task and fight opponents who shared the same human physique as him but he was sadly mistaken. Before the Mizukage's departure, he was ordered to capture the three tails alongside Yumaro. He understood that the Land of Water was short-staffed due to high mission requests. As of now that only left two top-tier jonin within the Kirigakure. Though this did not mean they were contemporarily the strongest in the land, their skill-set and arsenal proved they were the most suitable to capture the three-tails. A huge sigh released from Sumato's pale lips as he thought of how much of a pain this would be. Lingering in his head was loathe for Muteki Khan who was initially assigned to capture the three tails. The Jonin-commander who he too referred to as master had an extensive history with the three-tailed beast, and was the one who gifted Sumato with the Sanbimeisu. Once promoted to Jonin, the Great Khan crafted this tailed beast weapon and bestowed it upon Sumato. Never one to openly question one's generosity, Sumato always wondered why this weapon was given to Sumato and not kept for himself. The question planted itself in his brain the day he was given the mace.
Even as a jonin and a military captain, Sumato still doubted himself amidst his many achievements. Categorized as a standard jonin with no Kekkei Genkai, Sumato was always looked down upon and didn't bloom into a useful shinobi until his late teenage years after extensive training with Chinoike Isamu. It was people like Rekkai, Yumaro, and even his pupil Kazuo who he admired due to their bloodlines and kekkei genkai's. They all possessed exclusive abilities that could easily defeat frightening opponents and relieve the world of chaos.
While the Great Khan had not captured nor defeated the beast, he did manage to discover the Three-Tails location. The beast is currently stationed in the Land of Rice, but Muteki failed to peacefully delegate with the Land of Rice leaders in order to escort the tailed beast bake home. The mission became even more difficult when Sumato learned that the Sanbi had a harmonic relationship with the residents of a foreign land and treated the beast like a God. The Land of Rice became a small nation that was able to acquire a mass number of funds, almost making them as rich as the Five Great Nations. Once struck with poverty, were now blessed with an entity that can help them acquire generational wealth. Stroking his chin, various scenarios and outcomes were fabricated in the jonin's mind as he thought about how many people's lives he would be affecting. He battled against him conscious of what was right and wrong.
Concealing his left hand in his pocket, Sumato stare blankly as he wondered what was to come next. He questioned himself and wondered if it was a good idea to ask Yumaro what he thought about the mission. Had Yumaro had a conscious or was he just a product of the bloody mist?
