▰▰▰ |SHINOBI • INFO| ▰▰▰ • Shigeko, Tsukasa | A | Amegakure | Genin | Bloodline | Medic | Steam Oni Shigeko strolled in line with the general assembly of present shinobi, sticking near the front and not as part of the support forces despite her medical skills. She had her usual sword strapped to her back and her usual Oni mask on the side of her head, a few pouches not normally seen strapped around her left leg and right hip. She looked pretty casual beyond this as any armour she wore was hidden beneath her hoodie, only small traces of said mesh shirt was visible. A small cloud of mist emanated from her body and clothes as the rain droplets that struck her were immediately evaporated with a hiss. One hand sat in her pocket while the other would grip her flask, swishing it about gently or holding him loosely at her side when not periodically imbibing in its contents. She didn’t care if anyone voiced a problem with her doing so, the liquid basically did nothing and she might as well be drinking soda, instead focusing on where their commanders were, to Satoshi and Soyeon, Mano, Botemaru and the rest of the present brass, her focused mostly on the large man on the metal horse, being as he was trying to rile up the forces. With little sincere love for her leadership it was hard to get immediately into the mans words…., then again she was also an Oni, getting pumped up was in her nature and much like finding thrill in combat, her genetics played their hands, adding a large punch to the air and wards of readiness that were her own added in with the rest.
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Stamina 1715/1715 | Chakra 1840/1840 | Saketon 800/800
The blind boy would find himself among the shinobi heading out to war as well. Unlike at the shop where he had met a few people though, this time he stood next to a girl who was about the same size as he was and looked to be about his age as well. She gave off the same sort of twisted air that Yoshiyuki himself gave off when it came down to it. A smile that spelled nothing but trouble across her face in the same way it was across Yoshiyuki's face although in a slightly different way. Yoshiyuki's smile shouted sinister and mischievous while hers displayed perhaps what might have been a rather genuine one? Perhaps one that clearly hid something beneath it, or maybe like the smile wasn't even her own? They didn't really stand in the line properly, obviously believing themselves to be better than the rest here. But they were just as prepared.
tab Standing among the hoard of Ame shinobi, Inoki awaited orders from the Amekage. While he waited though, he took a moment to take a deep breath of fresh air. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back, taking in the sensation of having the rain fall against his face. While there may have been times that he found the rain a bit annoying, today, he appreciated the familiar feeling. After being stuck in that KASA facility for over a month, it felt great to finally be allowed outside. Granted, it was on orders to go to the front lines of what was sure to be a bloody conquest but he didn't care. He was just happy to have his freedom back.
Her dealings in the Sky sector having met completion after a couple more meetings, time had moved forward and now it was nearing the hour of the “prom.” Seina made her way with the villages forces, a sword on her hip and equipment on her person she didn’t commonly carry, even if the evidence of such was mostly hidden by her standard, robed attire. Rain was deflected from her body by the usual massive parasol that was yet again in the hands of the large, grey Oni that often trailed right behind her clad in armour and with a large blade strapped to its back. Then there’s be no forgetting the giant snake that slid along just off to her flank, forked tongue flicking our on occasion as he maintained pace with his master. The slit pupils of the snake woman took in the unfamiliar sight of a capable rain village military, a strength it had lacked since she could basically remember… it was all very exhilarating and pivotal feeling.
She quietly joined the other commanders of the army, not drawing attention to herself as she would rather revel in this energy. Even the booming voice and previous ire she held against Botenmaru didn’t deter any ill feelings from her, the moment they would be moving to action would be soon and so she would bask as long as she could, until the building anticipation would finally be answered. The tasks of financing was done for now and she didn’t want to think about loans or the anger she’d receive of those she intentionally left out of the offer, to destroy their businesses and let more tolerable, agreeable and wealthy members take what the others lost. While that war was already in full swing the more interesting one was only just about to begin, her eyes turning to Satoshi and Soyeon as any minute now she expect him to offer his own words, he likes to speak and was rather inspiring when he tried and wasn’t being an antisocial psychotic, though even then he did have a way with words….
▰▰▰Pet Name: Naga Nickname: Age: 15 Species: Snake Height: {39ft or so} Weight: 770lbs Physical Features: Has an off white belly and the other 2/3rds or so of its body is covered in lighter almost silver scales. Has yellow/gold eyes. Is rather thick
▰▰▰TA Invested: 10 Chakra: 1200/1200 Stamina: 1200/1200 Chakra Elements: Water, Earth Enhanced Sense: Taste Mirrored Techniques: Water, Earth, buki, Tai, instance gen-Jutsu Mirrored Stats: Strength:6 Speed:6 Agility:4 Endurance:4 Total Activation: 3 Tamer Attribute: Mystic scales: Nagas scales as blessed and as a result as treated as medium spiritual armor without the drawbacks. Exposure to healing techniques will repair a rank of degradation once per jutsu.
▰▰▰Pet Name: Tsula Nickname: Age: 4 Species: Snake Height: under 8 feat long. Weight: 19lbs Physical Features: Silver snake with gold diamonds on its back.
▰▰▰TA Invested: 6 Chakra: 1200/1200 Stamina: 1200/1200 Chakra Elements: Maruton, water Enhanced Sense: Touch Mirrored Techniques: Buki/tai, Maruton, Water. Enchantment gen Mirrored Stats: Strength:4 Speed:8 Agility:6 Endurance:2 Total Activation: 3 Tamer Attribute:Tamer attribute: Mistresses sleeve viper Tsula has been through an interesting program where the food she eats is polluted with Siena’s crafted toxins. This allows any bite attack or water release nin-jutsu she produces to have one of Seinas crafted toxins applied to it, chosen at the start of the battle. In the case of close combat this applies to Grapples, basic combat attacks, tai/Buki using the mouth(often using her mouth/face when using punching or lunging techniques) and customs/jutsu explicitly involving bites. Secondarily, if using a bite attack from within/on Seinas sleeve/person when Seina is performing Tai/Buki-jutsu, Tsula can simultaneously use one of her own offensive actions and if Seinas strike is blocked or met by physical techniques or received, Tsulas attack then may only be evaded and ignores half the opponents total agility value while doing so, though the technique must be at or lower than Seinas performed technique
tab The rustling of paper would fill the air, as it got closer it would even drown out the patter of the rain around the 'Kage and his Advisers. Paper airplanes would descend from the crying heavens. All the paper would meet, morphing together, slowly building up Yazawa from the soles of his feet. The final few planes would make up his cyan blue hair. He'd reach into his suit jacket, a cigarette would be seen between his index and middle finger knuckles. His free hand would produce a metal lighter, a flick and a deep inhale later and the Minister of State would have a glowing red cherry on the end of his stick of tobacco. Blowing smoke out of his nostrils, he'd respond. "Sorry for the delay, Amekage."
✘║ CHAKRAx 1,570/ 1,570x✘║ STAMINAx 1,740/ 1,740x✘║ XPx 7,000 x✘║ RYOx 30,000 ✘║ Land of Iron x✘║ B-Rankx✘║ Bukijutsu / Bloodline xxxxxx
tab Rain pattered the top of the wooden carriage. Blackened shiny wood with accents of gold and yellow covered the Raiu's ornate carriage. Horses pulled it though the muddy road through the land of rains. An entourage of warriors either walking or riding on horseback lead and followed Zaishin's Raiu clanhead. Ever since the incident back at the Summit, Ishikura had been busy back and forth between the villages. Important diplomatic missions had kept him from his home for a while now. His Guard having protected and followed him faithfully the entire time.
tab Ishikura was napping, his cheek resting on his fist, leaned close to the window of his carriage.
Ishikura's carriage would come to a sudden stop, which would likely jolt him awake. If it didn't, then perhaps loud pained neighing of horses and screams of the clanhead's guards would. Regardless, by the time the man would have the chance to step from the vehicle it would be too late. He would be met with the sight of his guards and horses on the ground bleeding. Each of them with a fairly decent sized hole somewhere on their body be it their chest, stomach, neck, or whatever. "OI! I thought the Raiu clan's head would have stronger guardsmen! They ain't even make me draw my sword." A loud shout resonated even through the sound of the heavy rains. A fairly muscular man, boasting scars amongst all parts of his visible body that made it clear he probably had them everywhere. A single hand of his covered in blood that was slowly being washed off it by the rains. "They sent me to take ya out. 'You don't deserve to be the clan's head...half-blood.' What they said." The man pretty simply explained with a bit of a shrug. Despite his speaking, explanation, and his generally relaxed demeanor...it was clear he didn't let his guard down in the slightest. No openings for sneak attacks, always ready for anything. A veteran samurai. "Don't care much about that, but orders from the top and all. Besides, I'm always down to fight strong people. C'mon, lets go."
