The docks of Gimangakure house several dozen ships, most filled with illegal goods! Smugglers, traffickers and all sorts of characters inhabit the docks and the surrounding townships attached to the area. Still, its the only place to park that nice ship you tactically acquired!
Ships in Port
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 10:34 pm
The two Kogarashi members would find themselves upon the banks of Gimangakure after several days of travel. The girl had remained unconcious for the majority of it, talking briefly in her sleep. He would yawn as the anchor was dropped, allowing the boarding crew to settle the ship. Surely Kagami was ready to awaken now? He stepped into the bunk room below deck and would open the door. " We've arrived."
● Learn (5) Bloodline Techniques a post. ● Learn ( 1 ) additional Suiton and Fuuton per post. ● Mizu Soujuu [ Water Manipulation ] ● Kiri Shikaku no Jutsu [ Mist Vision Technique ]
__ She finally woke up after several days on the ship after Takumi alerted her of their arrival. She crawled out of her bunk while rubbing her head in confusion. She was parched and hungry after the long fast that was her coma. She rubbed her eyes and stepped out onto the deck with Takumi. She retraced her memories and remembered that they had stolen the ship from the pirate crew. Being nearly drowned and then communicating with a demon from within certainly made for an interesting series of events. "Well, let's make our way to the Institute." She said as she walked in that general direction figuring Takumi would steer her if she lost her way. She felt grateful that the man rescued her and took her aboard the ship when he could have left her for dead. After all she was certain that she was the least experienced Kogarashi member. At least now she felt more trusting of him, but obviously not completely. There is no honor among thieves.
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Personal Attributes • Smoke and Mirrors | Kagami can cast any and all genjutsu through eye contact with her created mirrors. • Built to Last | You double the number of posts your mirrors stay active. Additionally, once per battle, you can use Terikaesu (Reflect) without paying its cost.
Sanbi Attributes Chakra Cloak Version 1: Basic Effects • Can draw in a C-Rank amount of water per post. • Can breathe underwater.
Kondo Kaicho
Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2018 7:09 am
Takumi would exit the ship with Kagami, heading to the institute.
● Learn (5) Bloodline Techniques a post. ● Learn ( 1 ) additional Suiton and Fuuton per post. ● Mizu Soujuu [ Water Manipulation ] ● Kiri Shikaku no Jutsu [ Mist Vision Technique ]
__ Kagami arrived to the dock yard from the Land of Floods after a few days on the ship. When they docked she immediately jumped off the ship and would make her way home to Kogarashi Institute.
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Personal Attributes • Smoke and Mirrors | Kagami can cast any and all genjutsu through eye contact with her created mirrors. • Built to Last | You double the number of posts your mirrors stay active. Additionally, once per battle, you can use Terikaesu (Reflect) without paying its cost.
Sanbi Attributes Chakra Cloak Version 1: Basic Effects • Can draw in a C-Rank amount of water per post. • Can breathe underwater.
Kondo Kaicho
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 1:55 am
All of it gets to be so tedious after a while. Never losing. Never failing. Even when she ended up having to lick her own wounds at the end of a confrontation, even if it was by the skin of her teeth she had yet to taste failure. She took deep breaths in through her engorged nostril, clearly frustrated but otherwise no worse for ware than she had ever been before. Laid out before her on the otherwise empty table in an unmarked and unimportant building was a body, entirely naked and of darker skin than the average of what she was used to seeing and hair she had few words to describe in short thick strings only at the top of his head. Falsa Sanda was completely numb as she performed the "ritual" on the corpse. She had begun with his face, naturally, making holes through the skin on his ears where he had, once upon a time, been fond of the idea of having earrings. A pair of sloped jewels, darker than obsidian, poked through the delicate, pale skin inside of her hand. An easy enough skill to learn, she recalled with a small degree of fondness when she had first manifested the occular prowess that would define her in the eyes of so many. It was like breathing for her, an instinct that as of that point had been entirely unnoticed. As per the usual she was provided with an endless amount of praise, and that gave her the prompting she needed to, in her excited youth, try something else before the parents who had wanted to see what the young one could do with the foreign gift of the Rinnengan. Chains, more accessories that could, easily, fill a role in combat. For now, a small black chain connected the two earrings around the back of his heavy, lifeless head. Using the same needle, she punched holes through his lips, two on the outer rim of the bottom lip and one through the center of the top. Thick, curved piercings once more pressed through the holes as she worked her up to giving the boy rings for a few odd digits on his now lifeless hands, and a couple more were simply impaled through the tops of his chest.
Chakra was already infecting the body before she realized it, and she merely sat beside it, tongue running over raw skin where a fist had busted her lip and left her with a less than attractive scar. She pulled her legs up to her chest in the long dress that came more than halfway down her thighs but hid the shorts and ninja tool pouches still. Unmoving were the deep purple orbs, rippling black lines through them as she watched her own chakra infecting the body.
Her mind took a trip backwards, spinning her viewpoint on the tale of how she ended up here after her and Shinsei abandoned the former Konoha. She made a friend, one who stayed with her while her older brother did whatever it was he did. He was wary of the boy hailing from the land of Fang, and mayhaps he should have been, but still the teenager was charming and helpful. Mugen. That was his name then. Falsa never lacked for formal training, but he was a gem when it came to keeping her on her toes. "You can't live in a village full of wanderers and vagabonds and NOT be able to scrap. Come on, put your hands up." he'd told her, pushing her shoulder and taking a stance that gave her the idea he knew what he was talking about. That first few weeks was rough on Falsa, pretending to be interested in companionship with him, in any kind of... contact. That, however, was the game. It was the sort of thing that she was used to though. And it wasn't the only reason it was rough. Street education was... rougher than her previously pampered life. The closest she got to failure was having him shove her around, into walls, the floor, mannequins. It was different when you were learning to fight though. Never did she lose a spar with the restrictions he imposed on himself. He pulled every punch, avoided what was within a reasonable level for her to be throwing. "Never be an underdog in a street fight Falsa. Even if you're small: be the hill that toppled the mountain. Soft fighting, parrying and avoiding strikes. Thats the name of the game for today," he had told her with his deep and endearing voice. She remembered that he was of few people who was only cursorily interested in her eyes. She kept the orbs on him, seeing every bead of sweat on his glistening muscles and licking at her lips to focus herself. He stepped in and she braced. He shook his head, giving her direction she had previously not had and adjusted. He came in and she shifted to move with him. As he aggressed she back pedaled until he was close enough to shoulder check her, and when he did she scrambled back, rolling to get on her feet before he could do it again and this time taking his body and grounding him with a shift of her hips and a roll of her body that put him on his a**. A move he showed her just a day earlier, though she fell on him as a result, body to body... warm skin against warm skin... the contrast of cream and mocha with their sweat now comingling.
She had flushed just like she did in her memory. "Not bad!" he grunted as she scrambled to her feet. "Yeah well, you're not a bad teacher." His grin pierced something in her, and she quirked an eyebrow as he explained the difference between that and hard hand to hand. "I think you'll find him stronger than I look," she warned as he held his hands up. A fist slammed into the palm of his own hand, and he nodded as if mildly impressed. "Ok. Not bad. Don't carry all of the power in your arm. You have more muscles than whats in your limbs. When you strike, use your whole body. Rotation, physics, fighting, and even mental sparring. Concept is the same. The motion starts in your legs, carry it up to your hips," and with his hands he gave her direction, keeping eye contact as he moved her properly. "Think of it like a current or a wave. Your arm should just be directing all of that." She nodded, managing to stay focused on something that wasn't based entirely in her hormones. The lessons were more advanced eventually, until they were at a similar level. And then they were just sparring for the hell of it, or fighting the other thugs that would sometimes come after one of them... or both for this reason or that.
They were a pair of hellions in those first couple of years. Perhaps that led to the string of undertakings they went under for some crime bosses or the people in charge... as much as any one could bring law to the lawless anyway. Mercenary work was work... but it paid and was thrilling. "It's just so barbaric," she complained as they approached their target location. That day... where had they been? Somewhere in Giman obviously, but where had this group chosen to hole up? "Yep, but you've been getting handy with... whatever it is your kekkei genkai does." She shrugged, acknowledging that with a couple of years she'd had time to go through some experimenting. Asura. That was the name of what she tended to favor where it came to the Rikudo. He had called it a weird puppeteering type thing someone HAD to have done to her when she was young, but the same arm that opened up to create a buzz saw still bled. That same arm still happened to bleed. It also still was able to produce a cord of some kind that she could use so deftly. Even when she got too tired to actually USE her abilities, she was still all flesh and bone. It was meretricious for her to try and explain. Color to the blind was equally futile. But less often she would produce an extra limb, could make a new face. That one was far less difficult for some reason, as if it were the gateway to something greater. Eitherway, neither of those things were particularly difficult to really wrap your head around if you chalked it up to ninja magic. It was how she managed not to go crazy wondering how all of the world worked.
As they arrived on site, she recalled it being the cistern now because of the smell, she had already resigned herself to internalizing her frustration. At least he had a map to where the rival gang would be holed up. They avoided wading through dirty water and covered their faces, less to protect their identities and more to defend their poor olfactory nerves. It was sudden when they discovered the group of thugs who were unwittingly sharing space with the thieves guild. None of them were memorable as the two of them stormed the small space, descending upon them with the fruits of their training, and benefits of being close range savants. Mugen was a lot less nice with them than her. As he closed the space between them his fist crashed into the skull of the nearest thug with a carry through that scattered blood from a broken nose straight up into the air as he reverse swan dove from the force. He was fast, dangerously agile. Every attack launched at him was met with swift retribution. He would have made even official shinobi jealous. That wasn't to say that Falsa wasn't a vicious little hellcat. Her smaller frame was terribly hard to keep pace with. Keen reflexes making the difference where raw speed and strength couldn't. A knee was delivered to the face of one thug, and boy was it quite the skull crushing opener. She didn't have time to watch him clamor to the ground as she swung a backfist into the cheek of an aggressor. The serenity of combat took her as the two of them worked side by side, taking the half a dozen men down without breaking too heavy of a sweat.
But that was only the first of the many thugs muscling into the territory of those thieves that had contracted them to handle this. Naturally the dynamic duo ventured further in after catching their breath. "Ok, it may be garish, but it's fun in a very juvenile way." Mugen laughed, but led on with a sort of... pointed focus that she had to put effort into maintaining. Hours passed as the two of them brawled with the many, many low class fighters, and by the time they had exterminated the last of the troublemakers, they were all but exhausted, battered and ready for a bath and sleep. Maybe not even in that order.
The job wasn't to take them all out but rather to send a message that they weren't welcome, maybe dissuade further forays, but they'd gone above and beyond. It was worth it to pass their names along, because evidently they'd be doing more of this sort of work of the next year or so, growing stronger along the way. The next time they were deployed to work, they found themselves actually out in the world beyond Giman's city limits, and with a greater horizon came larger dangers. Still, Falsa and Mugen flung themselves headlong into the throes of their work. She'd grown into an even more serious and reserved person, with Mugen doing a lot more of the talking and negotiating just on virtue of being more empathetic and easy to get along with. When it came to combat, however, and the execution of their jobs she was perhaps even more lethal, more efficient than he was. Not a single step was wasted as she bounded from the trunk of a tree to body check a ninja at top speed and send him falling from the canopy. A cursory glance showed his life force draining from his freshly crashed corpse. Mugen was like a bullet, a true hellion in how he could go from a punch to an ax kick in a fluid motion. Suffice it to say that anyone unlucky enough to be slammed into by that raging demon would wish they hadn't. It was the first time they were in the wild to fight, however, and they had underestimated how easy it would be to lose a target. Lucky for them, falsa had been practicing something else as well. A skill that came with another of the Rikudo: the Human Path. With only a few seconds to scan a given landscape, her ability to discern emotion could point them in the direction of pretty much anyone. The girl had only to point, and he was on the warpath, catching up as to him as he finished the stragglers. As an enforcer, Mugen was amazing, and she'd be lying if she didn't admit that, by then, she hadn't developed something like attachment to him. As she looked over his wounds, she realized belatedly that she probably could learn something to help with that, but before they had a chance... an ambush. Had the vermin called some backup somehow? No matter. They were flat footed, but those three bandits were simply completely outmatched...
Another successful year brings us close to the present. At 14, the teens were known for their aptitude for the present, but by the date in question? It was accepted that Shinsei wouldn't be seeing his sister, and Falsa and Mugen were close. The rumors typically didn't bother her too much, and she was far from the kind of person to give in when under societal pressures. He wasn't her type. Or rather he was, but that was just the issue because Falsa wasn't interested in having a romantic interest. That, combined with the feeling that she had stagnated due to a lack of real challenges had caused her fears to get the better of her, and she told him she wanted to go on without him. "Fala... what's going on?" he had asked as she packed up her stuff, leaving whatever was in a gray area of ownership for him to keep so as to escape as quickly as possible. Her eyes never met his as she responded. "I have to go. This isn't something I am content with anymore. You... you're holding me back and I'm keeping you from doing what you really want." He shook his head, trying to block her path which prompted an expression of more powers she had only recently trained. With little introduction needed she had tapped into the power of the Deva. So simple was it to create and destroy forces. Magnetism, heat... gravity was no different if you had the aptitude. The ability to push and to pull objects at will was nothing to scoff at, even if she had found it a bit more overrated than the whinerbabies would have you believe. With a controlled expression, he was shoved to the wall. "Fala! Stop it! Don't tell me what I really want ok. Talk to me!" he demanded as she reached the door. She didn't remember crying... but streams fell down her face in phantom sensations as she called upon the memory. Of refusing to look at him. "There is nothing to discuss. You want to go join up with the Kogarashi, be official and all that. Fine. Do it. I don't care. It just isn't for me." He spat venom in his next words. "You stupid ********. I want YOU Falsa. It's all I've ever truly wanted. If you walk out that door you're walking away from everything that we had together, and stepping on the growth and companionship we've shared in along these past three years." She went to step, and he fell to his knees. "If you leave, Falsa, I don't ever want to see you again." Seconds passed. Long, painful seconds before she gained the nerve to finally walk away.
She never heard the door shut. She never went back.
Fala was jarred from her memories by a sudden awareness. A second view of the world, nothing quite so disorienting as crossing your eyes, but still entirely confusing at first. The ceiling was in her view, even though she was looking straight ahead and could still see the wall she had been emptily fixated on as if her mind were projecting the memories. Sensations, not her own. Cold agaisnt her back, the draft against... something between her legs? Were boys always so consciously aware of... wow. How uncomfortable... So it would seem that the ritual was successful, and as she stood to look down at her first Path of Pain, she rubbed her fingers along the still cold and pale body, over the three stab wounds that had done him in, now just closed scars from her use of the King of Hell itself to fix him up, too little too late. After a year of not hearing or seeing him, she finally had gone back on the only mistake she had ever felt she truly made. He rose, finding clothing that she'd taken from his home after hearing of his downfall at the hands of the very same ones who had once revered him. Wordlessly, he got dressed, and she felt as though she had offloaded so much of herself to give him this facsimile of life. A bit of her emotion, a bit of her processing, a bit of her power. When he turned to face her, she imparted upon him something she herself never used. The technique that made a certain path as useful as it was, and was only one of two that it could even ever access. It's premise, along with it's sister technique, was the ability to absorb chakra. As a result of this, the path in question was the most powerful defensively of any of the others. The path he had been blessed with? The shell of Mugen spoke to her, his voice the same velvet, though it lacked the same heart. "Preta." She embraced him, feeling so empty even still, but allowing herself just a moment to feel something other than self loathing.
And then once composed again, her and her first body went off to do one of two things: locate Shinsei, or find her next one.
Training: Shinra Tensei, Bansho Tenin, Armaments of War, Reaching Cords of Judgement, Ascension, Soul Sensing, Leeching Touch, Jutsu Absorption, Black Chakra Receiver, Outer Paths Chains, Hard Physical, Soft Physical.
Missions done: 13 A rank RAIDs.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 12:32 pm
__ After leaving the Institute, Kagami made her way to the dock yard. In little time she found the proud Yukikaze ship. She waved to the crew with Takumi alongside her. She climbed aboard the ship and stepped towards the mast. She looked over at the sea before turning to Takumi. "It feels like there's no going back from this, but it's good. It's time that we hold a mirror up to the villages and show them what they truly are." Kagami spoke with confidence and vindication in her voice as she waited for Takumi to give the order to set sail.
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Personal Attributes • Smoke and Mirrors | Kagami can cast any and all genjutsu through eye contact with her created mirrors. • Built to Last | You double the number of posts your mirrors stay active. Additionally, once per battle, you can use Terikaesu (Reflect) without paying its cost.
Sanbi Attributes Chakra Cloak Version 1: Basic Effects • Can draw in a C-Rank amount of water per post. • Can breathe underwater.
Kondo Kaicho
Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 11:11 pm
"Takumi Saegahara? Do you know him?" It was the 20th time he had asked a dock worker today. He knew the b*****d was in the city- he just didn't know where. The kid was born and raised in the Mist so he figured if he had to get around it would be by boat. But, unfortunately, nobody seeed to know the name. Or, if they did, they weren't telling him! Belamos was met with a silent 'no' and moved on once more, sullenly walking down the side of the docks.
"You're looking for Takumi?"
The voice caused Belamos to whirl around, fists at the ready. He was pleased to find, not a threat, but a confused looking sailor "Whoa there! I heard you asking around? So, are you looking for him?" Belamos let his hands lower before answering slowly "Yes" The sailor seemed to ponder this for a moment before nodding and jerking his thumb to a grand vessel on the opposite side of the docks "He's on my ship. Follow me"
Belamos walked behind the man silently, intent on thinking about what he would say to the man when he caught up to him. Once aboard, Belamos was directed to a hatch that led below deck. The man opened it for him and gestured inside "He's down there reading or something" Belamos raised an eyebrow at this but overall didn't question it. Once he reached the bottoms of the stairs he found that it was actually pitch black save the shaft of light the flitted down from above...yet that too was extinguished as the man slammed and locked the hatch aboveh im "HAH! Got you you Kogarashi Scum! The Whirlpool has a high price for any of you'z guyz. I'm gonna be a rich man!"
This was interesting for many reasons. That the organization was well known enough that even common sailors know of them and that they had come into conflict with a fish much bigger than them. This only redoubled his efforts to find the man. Belamos didn't try to argue with the man- didn't try to talk his way out. No, he simply raised his hand to the sky and stood by, unflinchingly, as a 300 meter high pillar of fire shot up through the deck and into the sky. Calmly, Belamos stepped out of the hole in the deck, past the scared shitless sailor, and out onto the dock once more
"Now I know you saw that...come out you sneaky b*****d" He muttered to himself
__ Kagami stood on the mast and overlooked the whole dockyard as the sailors were preparing the vessel. She looked down and noticed some commotion occurring on another ship. Her attention was only truly captured, however, by the appearance of a tall column of flames erected through the ship. Her apathetic gaze over the dockyard turned into an arched eyebrow. She was in a bit of a lazy mood as she stood and leaned against the mast. She assumed the fire came from the redheaded man as opposed to the sailor he was interacting with. It was obvious that he was a powerful shinobi as well in order to create that kind of fire out of thin air. In her subconscious, a timid voice pierced through her thoughts. "K-kagami, he's a jinchuuriki too. The host of Son Goku." The shy turtle spoke to her and confided this information to Kagami as his trusted friend. "H-hi brother." Isobu initiated conversation with the proud ape beast. "Another jinchuuriki is here in the dockyard?" The odds of this occurring was quite unbelievable to her. She immediately made her way down the mast before approaching close enough to Belamos to speak with him. "Are you planning on burning down the whole dockyard?" Kagami asked with a sarcastic tone and a wry smile.
Personal Attributes • Smoke and Mirrors | Kagami can cast any and all genjutsu through eye contact with her created mirrors. • Built to Last | You double the number of posts your mirrors stay active. Additionally, once per battle, you can use Terikaesu (Reflect) without paying its cost.
Sanbi Attributes Chakra Cloak Version 1: Basic Effects • Can draw in a C-Rank amount of water per post. • Can breathe underwater.
Kondo Kaicho
Dexterous Prince
Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2018 2:23 am
Belamos shuffled through the crowd, his cloak drawn tight over his armor when suddenly a figure stood out in the crowd. She blocked his way and had her pale blue eyes sat right on him. He, in turn, met her gaze. Inside of him he could feel the trapped Demon rage against his confinements- as if the woman before him had disturbed him somehow. "Isobu! You useless runt, you've been sealed too?! GAH! No matter! Kill this runt and free me!" The Monkey Demon commanded. Belamos had no idea of the conversation going on between the Demons and, instead, focused on the human girl before him. She seemed to be rather amused by his handling of the earlier sailor, something which rather annoyed the Prince. "I couldn't care less what happens to this filthy town" At this he crossed his arms and looked the woman once over, obviously studying her. She seemed...not weak "Does the name 'Kogarashi' mean anything to you?" He asked dryly.
__ Her smirk disappeared into a regal expression of superiority and indifference. It was a visage that mocked and sneered at him with every simple twitch of its expression. "Gimangakure is a kingdom of mud. What's better, to be powerless in society or the queen of chaos? I've made my choice." Kagami tapped on her chin with one pointer finger to mime contemplation. "Well, I'm one of its two commanders, so the name rings loudly for me." Kagami knew that since he had a bijuu within that he was immensely powerful as well as her. She was prepared for what seemed to be the most likely case that he was not fond of the organization under her leadership alongside Takumi.
Isobu was sundered by his brash brother's displeasure with him. "I-I-I'm sorry, Son Goku. What was once my prison is now my home and my captor is now my friend." Isobu and Son Goku now spoke face-to-face behind their sealed confines conversing in a place that was private from their respective jinchuuriki. The sanbi avoided looking his fellow bijuu in the eye and instead stared at the ground beneath him. His head was hung in shame as he felt unable to help his brother.
Personal Attributes • Smoke and Mirrors | Kagami can cast any and all genjutsu through eye contact with her created mirrors. • Built to Last | You double the number of posts your mirrors stay active. Additionally, once per battle, you can use Terikaesu (Reflect) without paying its cost.
Sanbi Attributes Chakra Cloak Version 1: Basic Effects • Can draw in a C-Rank amount of water per post. • Can breathe underwater.
Dexterous Prince
Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 11:42 am
The woman obviously did not like being sized up. Her petty little faces and the comment about being queen remind him of himself in his younger days. She would learn; You can't just proclaim yourself royalty- you must be held aloft to the title by those beneath you. Belamos uncrossed his arms and ran one hand through his shoulder-length red hair, resting the other at his side. The woman's scornful glares didn't really get to him. 'There is only one Queen, woman, and her subjects are all the blades in the world' Although he kept this thought inward, he still spoke "Commander huh? I need to speak with Takumi. My name is Belamos Karna" He wasn't sure who this woman was or how much of himself Takumi had divulged to her. While he was the other founder of Kogarashi, and led the organization against the UHV during the Battle of Otogakure, he had let Takumi remain the face of the syndicate for the totality of its existence. As a consequence, few outside of its ranks knew of Belamos's involvement with the group.
Son Goku, meanwhile, retreated back in on himself. He was ashamed to call Isobu kin and more so that he had allowed himself to be cowed by such a weak woman. Now, for the first time, he found himself on the side of his jailer- hoping he struck down this Jinchuriki. While he hated Belamos the man was strong and he respected that strength begrudgingly. Isobu, meanwhile, displayed all the traits of weakness that Son Goku loathed. He would love the opportunity to destroy him with his own hands.
__Kagami was caught off guard by Belamos' words. "So he's not anti-Kogarashi?" She fought with great effort to keep her dignified facial expression in this moment of confusion."My name is Kagami Hari." Her tone was not that of a standard introduction, it was haughty and dripping with hubris. His name was somewhat familiar to her but was not within her memory's grasp in this moment. The familiarity with which he referred to Takumi was cause for further inquiry, but she would not cede any power or trust in him. He was far from earning that at this point. Her eyes now scanned over him pensively and eerily pierced through her former aloofness. "I don't know who you are, but I know what you are. You're carrying something colossal and powerful. Do you even know how to use it?" Kagami spoke cryptically and was now intrigued in potentially holding the power of knowledge over him unless he knew that she too held one of the mighty tailed demons. She wanted to test this. A smug smirk returned to her face as she anticipated his reaction.
Personal Attributes • Smoke and Mirrors | Kagami can cast any and all genjutsu through eye contact with her created mirrors. • Built to Last | You double the number of posts your mirrors stay active. Additionally, once per battle, you can use Terikaesu (Reflect) without paying its cost.
Sanbi Attributes Chakra Cloak Version 1: Basic Effects • Can draw in a C-Rank amount of water per post. • Can breathe underwater.
Dexterous Prince
Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 1:27 pm
Now it was his turn to show surprise. At the woman's lack of knowledge of his own deeds, and more important, her knowing what he had inside of him. His shock was quickly covered up by a flat mask of anger. Belamos looked past her "We're done here" And went to walk past her. She didn't know how the woman knew these things but he did know he wanted nothing further to do with her. ◆￤ CHAKRAx 1,195/ 1,195x◆￤ STAMINAx 1,030/ 1,030x◆￤ RYOx 29,000x◆￤ ACx 100,000 ◆￤ Ninjutsu / Bloodlinex◆￤ S-RANK x◆￤ Yonbi Host x◆￤ Koninx◆￤ Arashigakurexxxxxx
__ Kagami smirked as he walked away. She agreed that their conversation had concluded. She was interested to see if he could become stronger and something more than he is now. "Our paths will cross again." She spoke with confidence and without a trace of doubt as she walked in the other direction back towards the ship. The woman was akin to an apparition of Belamos's torment. When she returned to the ship she retired to her quarters and waited to set sail.
Personal Attributes • Smoke and Mirrors | Kagami can cast any and all genjutsu through eye contact with her created mirrors. • Built to Last | You double the number of posts your mirrors stay active. Additionally, once per battle, you can use Terikaesu (Reflect) without paying its cost.
Sanbi Attributes Chakra Cloak Version 1: Basic Effects • Can draw in a C-Rank amount of water per post. • Can breathe underwater.
