A Curious Individual [Open: Anarchy-Based]

[Kazuo Takumi]

The cauldron was finally beginning to boil. Takumi loomed over it, as if inspecting it, and began to stir with a large crooked stick.

"What is the old saying Otaku? A watched pot never boils?"

Haroku was standing in the corner. He had a very worried expression on his face, having been hardened to the fact that Takumi seemed to be losing his mind. Instead of standing by, and happily watching his beloved young friend learn and grow, he was forced to watch Takumi descend methodically into madness. Haroku was standing guard over the genin, as if waiting to see what he would do next. Takumi turned to him with a half-smile.

"I would say that this pot boiled rather quickly," he nodded. "And I was watching it the whole time." He turned back to the cauldron and stood.

Takumi walked calmly to the cracked window of his dimly lit room. He looked down upon the village, hearing the screams of agony and the cries of chaos swallow an otherwise peaceful night. Through his eyes, the buildings, structures, and roads of the village seemed to be on fire. Everything below him was burning, and there he was watching it happen. Was it this way in Konoha? Was it any better? One had to ask, how could you escape from hell and end up someplace even worse?

"When you say boiling, I take it you're not referring to the cauldron, sir?" Haroku said.

Takumi frowned at his broken reflection, "I'm talking about this village."

There was a silence. After a while, Haroku sighed and stepped forward.

"I know that things seem bad here, but you must rest assured that this too will pass. You also have to realize that this, here, is not permanent! It will pass!"

Takumi felt a tinge of anger.

"Are you saying that Konoha's situation was permanent?! The situation there would have passed as well!"

"But not as quickly," Haroku interjected. "The problem in leaf was very much... inherent. It is not the same here. We are dealing with nothing more than terrorists."

"That's a very naïve perspective." Takumi said quietly. "Anyway, I'm going out Otaku."

"What? Sir, you must not...!"

Takumi stopped beside the door.

"I'll lose my mind if I do nothing. I have been putting it off for too long. I have to realign my loyalties," he paused, "and become a true citizen of Sunagakure."

Haroku wanted to stop him from leaving the house, more than anything, but he feared that this would be the only way for Takumi to regain his senses. He offered nothing more than a deep sigh as his acceptance.

"This is not another ploy to escape the village and go missing?"

Takumi gave his old friend a look. "Are you kidding? There are bombs out there!" He said. "Innocent lives are in danger." He paused. "I can't struggle with this any longer! I want to see my parents, but not if it means that someone else pays the price."

Takumi opened the door and walked through before stopping. "Besides, I couldn't leave even if I wanted. The gates are locked down remember?" And with that, he vanished into the darkness of the decrepit hallway.

Haroku sighed. "I'm sure you'd find a way..."

Takumi emerged from the abandoned old mansion. Within the second week of living in the village, he estimated that the mansion had been looted a total of twenty-five times. As he watched it, he measured the rate at which invasions occurred, along with the reputation of those who looted it. There was a steady decline in the number of people raiding the mansion, as the amount of valuable property found within had severely dropped with all of the thefts. The more reputable looters were a part of even larger gangs, and the word quickly spread that the mansion was worthless. Even so, there were always those criminals who were either too dumb to realize that the mansion would be empty, or too uninformed to know for sure either way. Those visitors were swiftly taken care of by Takumi himself. Once he was sure it was safe, he had established himself a base on the top floor, essentially hiding in plain sight.

Takumi made his way toward the Shinobi Foundation Complex. Following the events of the terrorism, the foundation had become a holding place for many of the students and genin that Takumi had come to know throughout the village. There were also a few higher ranked shinobi and instructors there who could probably help him to be promoted. They might also know something about the terrorists. It was a place to start, though he did know something about the local gangs which frequented the area, having watched their activities with the mansion. He even went so far as to create incomplete profiles for each of the gangs and their members, going off of the people who he observed committing crimes and those that they hung out with. He kept photos, news prints, and strands of yarn linking them across the walls of his room at the top floor of the mansion. Still, it wasn't enough. He wasn't even close to finding the ones responsible for the entire ordeal. He would need help for that.

When he arrived to the foundation, he took his place among some of the homeless huddled around a barrel. He was dressed in little more than rags, with light patches of dirt matting his face and his hair. One of the men moved over to make room, as if familiar with Takumi's disguise.

"Hotsuo," the man flashed a toothless smile. "You shouldn't be out here... Did they not let you in?"

"They don't accept homeless people," Takumi said, "it puts the students at risk."

"But you're just a kid," he said. "Sure they'd let a little orphan like YOU in," the man dug his dirty fingers into a cup of apple sauce and jammed it into his mouth.

Takumi warmed his shivering hands by the fire. There were six others, and each of them seemed perfectly comfortable around Takumi. He was finally being accepted as one of them, especially now that they knew he had no place else to go. A few minutes passed. Takumi coughed and curled himself into a ball.

"It's okay, at least I have you guys..."

It was important to Takumi that he build a relationship with the homeless around the sector. After all, a homeless network would serve as an invaluable source of information while continuing his investigations. They knew that he wouldn't be accepted as a permanent tenant in the Shinobi Foundation Complex, so they would be able to trust him as one of their own. But, there was still one other thing he could do to seal their faith.

"Hey! Maybe they'll give me some blankets to hand around!" Takumi said, lightening up. "Surely they wouldn't let me freeze out here... Even if I am just an orphan. I'll go ask!" He smiled. The other homeless nodded and mumbled in excited agreement. Takumi pushed himself up and dashed away.

"Now," Takumi said to himself, "I need to find a way to help the village. I should ask some of the instructors in the Foundation." He quickly wiped away his disguise and entered the academy. He saw a few of his friends here and there, some just sitting against the wall, others huddled together in the classrooms. He asked several instructors about the anarchy. Hopefully, he could find someone who could help.

[MFT]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Upset wasn't the word for what Toraono Kuro felt now as he checked in on the students and genin. The area was swaddled in homeless and refugees as those displaced from areas like Konoha and Mist were intermingled with those whom had lost their homes to the terrorist attacks. Akuma Kuro had been recovering his energies since he had shielded people during Magnetica's attacks. Even if he was using multiple bodies, they only had one chakra source when he wasn't drawing energy from the enemy, ley lines, or those volunteering it. They had struck when everyone was either down, out, or weakened, and the clicks in his demonic mind told him that they had set Magnetica up from the get go. Now they had angered the beast within and soon they would all pay and their very lives may very well be forfeit. He counted over four hundred dead between his multiple view points. Kuro could revive that many without aid, it was what would happen if their bombs went off that he could not counter. He was not omnipotent, Kuro knew his limits all too well. A flash of inspiration struck and he would set his plan in motion. Aru was missing, Mikaboshi was out of the picture, Sousuke was trapped outside according to sources he listened to, which meant all this fell to him. He would take care of those in need first. His giant side was aiding the wounded and gathering the dead, his hunter side was searching for Mikaboshi and getting the scent of primary targets. His Sharingan side was organizing all the former Anbu, and readying the Toraono Clan forces inside the city for strategic counter attacks and capture ops. His Healer side had garnered great insight on the enemy and even spoken to one of the ring leaders whom was now no longer a threat although he had insinuated he was. The masters within the city had spread out and began taking down criminal groups in concert with the ANBU. Kuro debated whether he should begin his hunt now or get a scout that would never be recognized. Then he found just the one, the boy's chakra aura was that of an ancient hunter of old. It seemed he might have actually found someone whom could actually wield Senshu no Sessou (Honor's bow). As his clan members began handing out food, clothing, and blankets and directing them to other protected shelters where plain clothes Anbu, and medics were readily on hand. Places like this were obvious targets and Kuro would have to fix that too. Akuma Kuro approached Takumi and took a knee before him so as not to stand over the young man before speaking. a black and gray kimono with matching hakama. Kuro wore a sand tone obi around his waist where he kept a sheathed set of weapons. Kuro wore a battle pouch on the sash just above his right hip. Adjacent to his sheathed blades Kuro wore a pair of collapsed fuuma shuriken, and last but not least Kuro had a leg sheath attached to the interior of his hakama just atop his fighting gi shorts with his ANBU serum and summon scrolls. A convenient cut in the silk cloth of his left hakama pants leg allowed Kuro full access to his ANBU gear without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Secure in his anbu arm guards and leggings Kuro had covered the runic terran markings of his hands and leg wraps. Kuro carefully wrapped his tail around his obi making sure it appeared to be a furry tiger skin add on to his obi although his horns still showed proudly. "Pardon me young one might I speak with you for a moment?"

 

[Kazuo Takumi]

According to his watch, Takumi had been wandering the halls of the academy for twenty minutes with nothing to show for it. He became frustrated as he was slowly brought face-to-face with the design-flaw of his plan. The instructors in the academy barely knew anything about the events surrounding the anarchy. In fact, a few of them had been huddled behind the safety of the Foundations walls for so long that they were unaware of the severity of the chaos on the outside. There was an inherent commonality between each of the shinobi held up in the academy, and it was that their jobs had been defined for them. They were to protect the students at all costs. But it seemed clear that the terrorists were content with the idea of safety zones, at least for now. Maybe their intentions were to gather everyone in clearly defined areas? Maybe the terrorists favored organization after all? As Takumi could see it, the village was being effectively sanctioned off into just two kinds of areas: safe or chaotic. If they really wanted to cause chaos, then they would target the Foundation Complex.

Takumi wandered back to the front of the academy, where a lot of the students and instructors were huddled about. There was no denying that an attack here would have devasting effects. But would the terrorists really attack children? It was important to Takumi to develop a profile of each of the terrorists and determine their motives. That way, maybe he could predict where the next attack would occur. Was this the kind of person who would attempt to maximize the deaths of children? After all, by causing such chaos in the streets and drawing innocents to take refuge in the school, he would be killing as many children as possible by attacking the academy now. Given his current profile, Takumi suspected that that wasn't the case. The school was probably safe for now. It was important to him to take care of the homeless, who might not be accepted in safe-havens such as these. Those people were innocent as well.

He couldn't find many blankets for his homeless friends nearby. Most were being used, and they were in short supply. As Takumi exited the academy, he noticed a few other shinobi approaching. In fact, it seemed to be an entire calvary. Some of them had blankets! He watched as they spread out through the academy, distributing food and clothing, and he searched excitedly for one of them with spare blankets. Maybe if there were enough, he could take them to the homeless! He was about to dash away, when one of them, rather large, well-equipped, and with peculiar horns protruding from his head, stepped in front of him and took a knee. Takumi was noticeably pleased by the gesture, as he wasn't used to speaking to his superiors at eye-level.

"Pardon me young one," the man said. "Might I speak with you for a moment?"

"Sure..." Takumi nodded slowly, with a half-open smile nailed into his face. What could such a formidable person want to speak to him about? Whatever it was, maybe he also had some answers about the anarchy. Maybe Takumi could finally find a way to help!

"Oh!" Takumi remembered, "I'm looking for some blankets!" He threw his head around. "Do you have any extras?"

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro nodded in a matter of fact motion and placed a summon scroll upon the ground and after pressing his palm to it fifty blankets and fifty well made meals appeared. The meals were in bowls with spoons and chopsticks also wrapped in special sealing papers. "I am Sennin Toraono Kuro and of course I have supplies, here... take what you need and when you return I have a mission and a weapon for you to wield should you accept my request. From the look of you, and your slight accent I can tell you are one of the immigrants from Fire Country so that will mean a great deal to me as the enemy will not suspect you. What I have to ask of you will only take a small moment of your time but this can wait till you come back from wherever you need to go with blankets."<i></i> Kuro rose to his feet and proceeded to help the other people around the area. Fifteen normal ninja in various civilian dress made their way about handing out food, water, clothing, blankets, and the occasional bottle of medicine. With his heightened sense of sight Takumi would notice some ANBU in the higher points of the area on special look out.

 

[Kazuo Takumi]

The man nodded to Takumi's request and revealed what Takumi recognized as a summoning scroll. A puff of smoke later, there were around four dozen blankets and meals arranged before them. Takumi looked at the man again. He was a formidable looking person with great power and probably greater influence. There was no doubt that he was watching over the academy, which could also lend to the reason why so many people considered it safe. Instinctively, Takumi picked up several traits about the man with his first glance. He wore a large number of visible weaponry, which suggested that he often relied upon taijutsu along with his obvious strength. Most of the weapons appeared to be short to mid-range, which suggested somewhat of a personal nature to his combat style. He also wore the fur of many animals, which suggested that he enjoyed hunting, and took great pride in his kills. Maybe he was a proud person in general, which meant that he probably held honor to a great esteem. He also sported ancient-looking markings on his hands and legs, which also suggested that he was very knowledgeable in history and possibly well-versed in many different languages. Someone like this, who had many strengths in many very distinct areas, probably also had superior foundations in ninjutsu and possibly genjutsu. He was very likely someone who was highly ranked.

"I am Sennin Toraono Kuro and of course I have supplies, here..." The man announced.

Takumi smiled brightly and began gathering up a few of the blankets. He should have guessed that the village would protect the Foundation with someone very powerful. After all, it was important to maintain certain areas and keep them safe, at least to minimize the chaos and confusion. He stacked a couple of plates onto his pile of blankets.

"Take what you need and when you return I have a mission and a weapon for you to wield should you accept my request. From the look of you, and your slight accent I can tell you are one of the immigrants from Fire Country so that will mean a great deal to me as the enemy will not suspect you."

Takumi was puzzled. To what weapon could he be referring? Was it one of the weapons that he had hanging off of his obi? Probably not, but it was still a fun thought. What was more interesting was that he mentioned "the enemy". Was he referring to the ones responsible for the anarchy?

"Wow, so you're a Sennin?" Takumi said, stacking on the last plate.

"What I have to ask of you will only take a small moment of your time but this can wait till you come back from wherever you need to go with blankets." The man continued. Takumi became excited.

"Is it about the anarchy?" He asked. His anticipation was overflowing. After a quick moment he bowed his head in thanks and dashed across the field.

"Great! Okay! I will be right back!"

He stopped outside of the walls of the Foundation Complex. The air was different than before. It felt somehow safer. He could hear less screams of agony, and feel less desperation throughout the streets of the district. The city seemed to be burning with slightly less ferocity. There were protectors around. They were ANBU, like in his old village. They were tactically positioned and almost omnipresent. They would probably see him change into his homeless disguise, but they probably wouldn't care about that. He quickly changed and went on his way.

"Hotsuo!" One of the homeless gave a gurgled cheer. Takumi stepped forth with the supplies and a smile.

He was about to explain, when the figures around the burning trash can all leapt from their decrepit positions and dashed into Takumi with beast-like ferocity. They tore at the blankets and grabbed at the food like starving animals, shoving and fighting each other just to get near. Takumi dropped the stuff and backed away. He watched in shock as they spat, hit, and clawed at each other. They were no longer human beings. They were no longer individuals. Takumi's kindness had been wasted on the sickest and dirtiest scum the village had to offer.

"Wait guys, don't fight!" He said. But to them, "Hotsuo" had ceased to exist. At least for now, there was nothing he could do to get their attention. The chaos of the city seemed to manifest right before Takumi's eyes. Before he knew it, there was the sound of breaking glass. One of them had a weapon, and Takumi wasted no time in rushing into the pile. The man began slashing and thrashing, aiming for whomever was threatening to take his meal. A person was cut and fell over bleeding. Others backed away as Takumi grabbed the attacker's arm.

"S-stop!" He yelled. "You're going to kill someone!"

He ripped the bottle out of the man's hand and pushed him away. With a single motion, Takumi smashed the bottle onto the ground and crushed the shards into sand. The men were savages. Without thinking, they were busy gnawing and mashing onto whatever scraps of food they had ripped away. Takumi couldn't help but feel anger, frustration, and disgust. They were willing to kill each other over food that they could have easily shared. They had ripped and torn the blankets which had been so carefully folded and prepared. Suddenly, as Takumi turned away from the scene, the homeless didn't seem so innocent anymore.

Takumi returned to the academy only a few minutes after he'd left. He hadn't bothered to remove his homeless disguise, so he was still dressed up in rags, and his face was dirty with soot and mud. His eyes traced the ground in disappointment. He walked up to Sennin Kuro and forced a weak and pathetic smile.

"I'm back," he said lowly. He was obviously upset. "I-uh... I need to do something about this village. I can't sit by and watch it tear itself a part." He paused, taking in a deep breath. The images of the homeless men thrashing and clawing at each other played fresh in his mind. The chaos was growing everywhere. He looked up at the Sennin with new found determination.

"It already happened in my last village. I can't let it happen here too! There has to be way that I can help!"

 

[Nagoro Gojin]

"I</B><B> don't think the academy halls are the right place for one so young."</SIZE> The blue robed young man said as he walked in from an undisclosed location. With the recent.. events.. that had taken place in the village, Gojin had been finding it hard to keep himself stationary, as a matter of fact his entire clan had taken to keeping busy. Unfortunately the full scale of the situation (whispers were of an invasion or a terrorist attack) was still unknown to him but he knew there was definitely no lack of severity. He felt a heavy heart though, almost as if he could feel the weight of death down on him. So many people dead, so many families destroyed. The emotions burdening him had no effect on the position of his posture though, he maintained a strong chest and stood tall; tall enough that the weight of the shield as his back served as his only anchor. Almost as if without it the sheer power of his pose would float him into the air. He had come to stand next to both of the men, glancing at the one that stood taller than seven men (or so he appeared.) while the man went to help those who were huddled around in their rags. He turned and looked towards the white haired boy, he had to be no older than fifteen. A shinobi? His body was strong, perhaps a student nearing his prime..

<SIZE size="93">I couldn't help but notice that perhaps you need some assistance young one..." He spoke in a grizzly tone, his throat was dehydrated and water seemed scarce. Or perhaps it simply didn't matter right now. However it seemed that the young lad didn't really hear much of what Gojin had been saying as he shouted at the larger one enthusiastically and then decided to go do his own thing, perhaps under some order that the Genin had not heard? With the opportunity of there just being two people in the room. Gojin turned and looked towards the big man and, What was it that you said your name was Great One?" He asked gently. Clearing his throat out he stood and looked around, finally grasping the situation, it seemed as if the two men were supplying rescue items to the people who had either lost their homes in the events or had come to the Academy seeking refuge. "We should move these people in case of another incident, is there anywhere safer in the village?"<i></i>

[M . F . T ]​

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Toraono Kuro took a good look at the newcomer with a stern eye and noted that his chakra was fierce and stoic. He was graced with the lean muscle of an Anbu but apparently was not one which meant he was Main Branch. He was obviously skilled in defensive techniques as well, they could make a fine team a if he had time to teach them but he did not and were he to grant them seals it would cause undue strain on their bodies and give away their chakra by making them unusual. Still he had little choice in the matter. "I am Sennin Toraono Kuro, Due to the current state of affairs in the village I am in need of ninja whom are not directly associated with me to perform a series of tasks to help me stop the terrorists and prevent them from killing more innocents. In exchange I will promote you both to chuunin and ensure you receive special training to reach beyond your current potential. If you are willing to accept this dangerous mission I will give you details and items necessary to improve the odds towards your favor."<i></i>

Kuro didn't want to risk anyone's life on this but everyone was at risk anyway.

 

[Kazuo Takumi]

"We should move these people in case of another incident, is there anywhere safer in the village?"

Another person spoke up. There were many bodies shifting about across the corridors. Takumi barely noticed the other shinobi who had joined their company. Given the time of his arrival, he had probably showed up with the others. Takumi turned to the man with a curious face. The man seemed to have an air of confidence about him. Maybe it was due to his rigidly firm posture. Whoever he was, he had a valid concern. The academy was a very vulnerable place to attack at that moment. Takumi had posed the same question to himself sometime before... Was it safe to keep everyone there? He began to wipe the dirt from his face.

"That would be a bad idea. We might unintentionally provoke the terrorists by moving the students somewhere else." Takumi said.

The man before him was several years his senior. Also, it occurred to Takumi that the man wasn't especially up-to-date on the situation. He had posed a question that someone might ask if it was their first time visiting the academy since the start of the anarchy. After all, if he had a high position, then he would likely already know where a safer place might be, and he would push to initiate an evacuation, rather than just suggest one. Under the circumstances, the man likely held a position as a genin or a chunin. Given the man's age, Takumi bet on the latter. Once his face was clean and his eyes were clear, he took a step forward to analyze the robed shinobi. He had a large shield and a stern posture. His voice came off as rusty and dehydrated, but he didn't seem to mind it. Thus, he must have a resilient one-track mind, Takumi assumed. Takumi further noted that, given his one-track mind and the massive shield, he must have the personality of a guardian or protector. Was he there as back-up?

"...There are bombs hidden at undisclosed locations around the village." Takumi added. "Given that the first one went off at the Kazekage tower, I think it's safe to assume that no place is any safer than any other. So far the terrorists seem to be content with everyone gathering in clearly defined locations." He looked around at the students dashing by and working the fortify the area. "And I don't think that they're the kind of people to kill children while unprovoked."

It wasn't long before Kuro spoke up. Takumi was eager to have the answers to many of his questions.

"I am Sennin Toraono Kuro, Due to the current state of affairs in the village I am in need of ninja whom are not directly associated with me to perform a series of tasks to help me stop the terrorists and prevent them from killing more innocents. In exchange I will promote you both to chuunin and ensure you receive special training to reach beyond your current potential. If you are willing to accept this dangerous mission I will give you details and items necessary to improve the odds towards your favor."

The state of Kuro's voice suggested that he was talking to both of them. Takumi glanced over at his apparent partner. He was right by assuming that the man was genin or chunin, but he was shocked to know that he was a genin. After all, he came off as very powerful and strong. Regardless, Takumi was excited by the prospect of being promoted, and he was even more excited by the idea of being able to help the village through its chaotic frenzy. Takumi wasted no time in saying "I accept!" with his most honorable salute. Then, with a light smile, he turned to his new partner and extended a hand.

"I'm Kazuo Takumi. I guess we'll be working together then."

 

[Nagoro Gojin]

"A</B><i></i> Sennin? That was definitely a rare sight in the village, Gojin had never even known the Sennin's identities, or perhaps he simply did not find the time to learn such knowledge. Whatever the case was, what the Sennin offered them was dangerous and yet it held opportunity to seek advancement and knowledge. The young one who made his name known as Takumi seemed to hold a deep meaning in his eyes and it radiated from his heart as well. Gojin took an immediate liking to him. He felt a few questions forming into his head but first felt the need to introduce himself formally before he made any attempts. <B>"A pleasure, my name is Gojin. Nagoro, Gojin of the Trifold Path." He bowed his head as another sign of respect to the young dynamo. But then turned and spoke towards the Sennin. "Kuro-Sennin, I used to be carefree and jump headfirst into everything. But life has cruelly made me much more cautious. What mission is it that you speak of and what are the dangers that we may face?" He kept eye contact with the Sennin. "A shield after all is a good defense, but a shield that has been crafted to withstand something it already knows how to face is a much more dangerous one." He of course was metaphorically referring to himself as being the shield, but hopefully the man would see through the riddles to the real meaning underneath.

Gojin did not want to die, he was not scared to die. Living in a world where you weren't aware if you were going to be poisoned, burned, drowned, or buried alive every single day gave you a strong mentality towards the fears of the afterlife. But like any good shinobi he was trained against these calamities. But it always helped to know what possible calamities you may face right around the corner. Gojin felt his hand wipe across his brow flicking the sweat that had gathered onto the ground, it was unusually hot in the academy. He felt a ping in his heart looking around for a slight second at all the children and refugees made so by the anarchy that had taken place. But he returned his strong gaze back to the Sennin. He still had questions that needed answered.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro nodded as he sat before them both while they stood so he could easily look at them and explain. "The enemy knows my face and some of my abilities so when they face me they will be prepared for me. They will not however be prepared for or expecting a newly designated sniper and assault team. I will need you to scout the areas that seem to be safe zones for criminals, rioters, looters, and refugees of militant standing that are most likely working with the enemy. When you encounter these groups you are to mark their location if there are more than ten people and relay the location of large groups of enemies to me by launching special arrows into the air to detonate over the area with special soundwaves that only myself and those with special abilities granted to them can hear. ((Kuro then removed a scrolled and summoned a special bow with That way we can echo locate that area and mark on our maps what areas we need to overpower. If you come across groups of five or less and you both feel confident you are authorized to engage and capture the enemy. Try not to kill them as I will need their chakra to save lives later. If you get in over your head then Gojin san I will grant you a special blood seal that will allow you to wield some of my own power and in response I will know your general location and mental state. If things weren't so dire I would not ask you to risk yourselves like this or expose you sacred weapons of power or runic seals of battle. Takumi san if you accept this mission then I grant you the Yotaka Senshu a special living bow that can transform itself to aid you in combat of its own free will. Gojin san if you accept this mission then I grant you the Runic Seal of Gaia and with it a small bit of access to my own demonic power. Do you both accept this mission?"<i></i>

MFT (Gaia Seal if accepted)
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[Kazuo Takumi]

"A pleasure, my name is Gojin. Nagoro, Gojin of the Trifold Path."

"Nag-oro, Go-jin," Takumi carefully repeated. He smiled at his new partner and turned back to the sennin.

Once Kuro had explained the mission, Takumi nodded his head to show his understanding. He took the bow in silent awe and turned it around in examination. The details of the mission sounded simple enough to him. The two zones that had sanctioned the village were already set and defined before the village council, as well as the Cabal. The safe areas that were resigned for villagers and students were being properly monitored and controlled by military forces. It made sense for the council to want to extend that control into enemy territory through systematic invasion. There was also the issue of threatening to provoke the enemy, especially when it was very likely that the Cabal had their finger on the trigger. Given the covert nature of Takumi and Gojin's involvement, it was definitely possible to prevent such dangerous detections from taking place. Nonetheless, they had to remain extremely careful to avoid being profiled by the terrorists.

Takumi again glanced at his partner with his thoughts. He figured that Gojin would be aware of the same things, and offered his most confident smile.

"Don't worry about us. We can handle it sir!"

[Exiting to the mission]
[Kinjutsu Application Begins Here]
[Kinjutsu Application Continues Here]

 

[Nagoro Gojin]

R unic Seal? Gojin was no sucker when it came to the legends of the Runic Seals. An ancient shinobi art, the Runic Seal was almost considered a blessing in the land of Kaze no Kuni, but it was considered a taboo in the other parts of the world, and the name they used was much more sinister; Cursed Seals... A chill flooded through the blood of the Genin. The premise of untapped power, malevolent chakra coursing through the very being of the shinobi that dared to accept the seal. Such a temptation. The shinobi found himself hearing Takumi, but so deep in thought the boy's voice passed like an echo over him, he seemed so confident in his abilities. What kind of shinobi was he, was he a blade to Gojin's shield, a spear or an axe? Or perhaps he was the armor... Only time would be able to prove if the boy was compatible with Gojin's skill sets. But that was not the most dominant issue in the shinobi's mind. There was of course, still the matter of the Runic Seal and the choice he had to make. He felt a choke come into his throat as he opened it to speak and coughed for several seconds before finding the ability to speak.

"I accept." his words were cool and calculated but on the inside he was in turmoil. With this power he could use it to obtain greatness, to be a hero that he so often dreamed of being, and with the promises of Chuunin after being successful in the mission, it was just another step towards this goal. So many steps all at once, many years down the road when he was a much older man he would often say that he made the choice in the heat of the moment, something he never regretted, but definitely something he should have thought through much more than he did. But in the present moment, the fires of determination lit up in the shinobi's eyes and he found a great strength filling him up. Giving him the courage to move forwards with his fate. "I accept the power of the Gaia Seal." He said again before stepping forwards.

He did not watch how it was done, but he felt the sensations filling his body. Even a shinobi so mentally strong as he felt an insane amount of energy course through his body, that quickly shifted between something similar to an adrenaline rush with the feeling of euphoria and then slight pain. All of these feelings taking over his body at an extremely rapid rate for what seemed a lifetime, and then suddenly as if his entire heart exploded he felt a huge palpitation, and then the burning across his skin as the seal formed on the solar plexus of his body.</COLOR>

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The seal that formed on his body became a black mass. About a foot and a half in width and diameter. Gojin's pupils became huge as he felt another surge, the black mass's chakra continued to course through his body as the veins in his chest popped out and were as black as night. After another fifteen seconds, the outer portion of the seal formed and then after another intense wave of energy that brought the shinobi down to his knees. It all subsided... He panted as he felt slight euphoria and exhaustion... He stayed on the ground for a few seconds, before standing and looking towards Takumi. "I am ready to go..." and with this, he turned towards Kuro and nodded. A deep understanding in his eyes and he looked back into the Sennin's. A part of him would forever be a part of Gojin.

However, for some reason. Their was a cold aura that surrounded his core. It almost felt like a black mass, his pupils were still huge, and deep down. He felt an intense feeling, a balance of rage and calm all at the same time. But that was not the thing to be focusing on right now, it was the mission...

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[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro nodded to them both he had give Gojin approximately 1/10 of his own demonic chakra, and from the manner of his acceptance at his heart it seemed he would be okay but a part of Kuro worried. The seal had taken form much too quickly and although he had used the smallest amount of his blood to place the seal even Gojin's blood had become black within his veins for a brief moment which was highly unusual.

Gojin is now subject to the following Custom RP jutsu:

Akuma Ishindenshin ((Devil Link))

Spoiler

- Using a demonic blood transfusion, and a cursed seal Kuro forms a light telepathic link with the bearer of his seal. Once this link is established it can be broken by evil sealing, and five elemental sealing which disrupts the chakra paths so violently that telepathy cannot be maintained. This seal also causes an alteration of some physical aspect of the bearer. That physical aspect can be changed through rp.

The aspects changeable by choice are hair, eyes, fingernails, growth of a catlike tail, tiny horns, extra long tongue, and last but not least skin darkening.
Up to two of these aspects can be changed.

This jutsu is a seal and not a genjutsu or a taijutsu.
It does not have any affect other than to provide the location and health of the bearer to Kuro or other bearers of a cursed seal given by Kuro.

Note:
The telepathy is broken by evil sealing, five elemental seal, and special abilities like those possessed by ghost walkers, and Yamanaka's. The link can be reset by intense concentration of both parties. Because of the specific strengths of the abilities and the rare abilities required to break this link it is an A rank Jutsu. Those in use of the link can only tell what Country the person with the seal is in and how they are physically/emotionally feeling. They cannot talk via this mental link but as they get closer to one another each individual is able to home in on eachother.