Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy setting storyline set in the World of Ninjas where feudal daimyo, clans and ninja villages all wage war on each other for money, glory or for a common goal.

Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.

Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.

The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.

This is Ninpocho Chronicles.

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Entrance to Saint Isamu’s Square
Holy See of Tenouza, Boundary of the Lateran Treaty
…0800 Hours, the day after yesterday...

Even though it was shorter than the Torre Celeste, the main spire of Saint Isamu’s Basilica, not to mention the actual super cathedral itself, was an imposing sight. Situated at the far end of the massive, travertine cobblestone-paved plaza named after the same saint, the Basilica sported four-column-deep marble colonnades that encircled the plaza in a partial ellipse, as if it were the torso of a giant, whose arms attempted to sweep all present into its embrace. In the center of the plaza, a needle-shaped obelisk of red granite stood nearly thirty meters tall, and was supported by bronze lions at its base, with a Tenouzan emblem capping its point. The obelisk was said to be perhaps the oldest man-made object on the planet, and was older than Tenouza itself by at least three thousand years if the story was to be believed.

Radiating out from the main cathedral and surrounding the plaza, innumerable other ancient buildings sprang up in the chaotic, non-planned pattern that marked the truly ancient cities. The plaza itself was at the lowest point of a natural U-shaped valley, and everything else was built up the sloping hills surrounding the basilica. The Pontifical Palace of Saint Himura was located on a hill to the west, its roof poking up above the line set by the roof of the encircling colonnades, and beyond, the lush gardens that marked the geography of most of Tenouza itself seemed to envelop the chaos of the plaza in a calming sea of green. On the valley ridge, the faint lines of aqueducts could be traced going downwards, bringing water from natural reservoirs to the city below.

Like most mornings, this morning wouldn't have stood out as one of particular note for the inhabitants of the Tenouzan Republic. In fact, the morning to most of the lay people that inhabited the land were mostly unaware of what sort of monstrous acts that were being carried out in their collective name. They were pious people, true, but like most people who blindly followed what they were told, they were left in the dark. What they couldn't have known was that at that particular hour on that particular day that their revered leaders, their most highest held officials had opted to send the final blow to their enemy, the shinobi in one defining attack that would never be forgotten. It was indeed their illustrious leader who had signed off on arguably the most defining act of his career. At 0444 hours, a cliché number more meaningful to the heretic shinobi than the devout, the anti-chakra device planted deep within the bowels of the Capital was supposed to malfunction due to critical error and take out all that was remaining of any leadership within the Shogun's line.

No doubt a known secret among the shinobi, the Tenouzan banked on the shinobi finding out about the device but without the aid of chakra, there was no way that the shinobi could come up with a quick enough counter for the device. Even if a few of royal blood made it out alive, the fact that an equally rigged device was hidden right under the shinobi in Kumogakure would prove to be a knockout punch to their entire regime. Set to go off at the same time, there would be no way for the shinobi to be in two places at once and when most lay asleep, Iano the Pope knew that with such a deafening blow, that the region would be his to rule and remake to his liking. Even as the rest of his pontiffs began to stir and begin their mornings he sat waiting, watching over Saint Isamu’s Square for signs of a messenger on the horizon. Wait as he did, no messenger came, and even as a loyal bishop entered his room, when inquired, no news was presented to him. Ready as he was to begin the day, he started to turn away from the window but not before he saw a figure that he hardly expected to see, Udo.

There, standing in the square looking right at him was a man that he had doomed to die, one of many in fact. Nobody was supposed to make it out of the Capital alive, absolutely nobody. The resulting carnage of the anti-chakra device going nuclear was supposed to make it all but impossible for even the most fortunate to make it out alive, much less make it back to the Tenouzan Capital. Udo was a wet boy, a tool, a weapon for Iano to use as he needed. Ultimately, Udo was expendable and yet there he stood, clad in his rags and very much alive. Signaling to his guard, Iano knew that if Udo was alive then the shinobi must have figured something out that he hadn't expected. Panicked for but a moment, Iano watched as Udo began to casually stroll towards the entrance of the super cathedral. Sighing, Iano stood up and motioned towards one of his bishops to come to the window and see what he saw. "It seems that even the cockroaches of the world can survive a nuclear holocaust. Alert the knights, every last one of them."


Continued from The ABC's of diplomacy . . .

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Lord L's Bedchamber
The Capital Region
…0300 Hours, the day before tomorrow...

"Pssst, Umashi, wake up!" Like most men, Umashi wasn't exactly mad when a beautiful young woman crawling on all fours on his bed, woke him from his slumber in the wee hours of the morning. Like most decent men however, Umashi was more than alarmed when he, a married man, found said younger woman to be his mission assigned younger sister. Going through more than enough emotions in a matter of seconds to give even the best trained therapist psychoanalytical whiplash, Umashi pulled the covers tight against his nude body and muttered a still somewhat sleepy answer despite not being in the wrong. "I just really love the feel of this Sunan cotton on my skin, you know?" Stifling a yawn, he scratched at his stubble as he finally realized that Jae-Wol wasn't exactly smiling or looking to be in the mood for jokes. Noticing that she was fully clothed and the fact that the clock behind her read something akin to 3 o' clock in the morning, Umashi again focused on Jae-Wol and realized that even in the moonlight, that he could tell that her cheeks were tear stained.

Instead of focusing on the inappropriateness of the situation, he instead focused on the probably serious nature of the event. "What's wrong?" Even as he asked the question, he watched as a load seemed to be taken off of Jae-Wol's shoulders as she moved into a sitting position and sighed. "You're probably not going to initially believe me but I've just gotten back from watching you and everyone in the Capital die for the eleventh time in a row and ... I'm just about ready to give up." Waking fully up, Umashi deadpanned as he at first thought that he was dreaming before Jae-Wol seemingly running on automatic, reached over and pinched him. "No, you aren't dreaming, this is real." Shaking his head, Umashi took a deep breath and sighed. "You know, I really hate those plotlines in the movies. It's an excuse for lazy writing and tired tropes that need to die. Writers just use it as filler for otherwise dull plots that could be solved if people used logic instead of thinking on pure emotion alone." Much to his horror, Umashi watched as Jae-Wol matched him word for word as he spoke.

Waking fully up, Umashi leaned all the way up and banged his head back against the headboard. "Ok, this isn't the strangest thing that's happened to me. Did I ever tell you about the time that the fourth Hokage and I killed Jashin?" Looking at him, Lord R sigh and moved to light the candle on her side of the large bed. Her silence belied her annoyance. "Ok, maybe it wasn't Jashin-Jashin but it was definitely a zealot the likes of these Tenouzan wackos." Lighting the candle, the room was bathed in a somber light as she finally looked back at him. "I get that you use humor to lighten the mood and give yourself time to think of a plan in that mad head of yours but unlike you, I haven't lived long enough to see..." Trailing off, she shook her head as if shaking away a bad memory and Umashi sobered up quickly. "Okay, so, you said that you've done this whole thing eleven times making this the twelfth life..." Realizing that he was still naked, Umashi stopped talking and looked down before looking at how far away the robe at the end of the bed was from him.

Motioning with her hand for Umashi to go on, she shrugged. "Look, it stopped being weird for me around the fourth time but if you'd like, I can close my eyes. You aren't exactly the first naked male that I've seen in my life." "Still...it's weird for me so if you wouldn't mind..." Breathing in deep and shaking her head, Jae-Wol covered her eyes as Umashi jumped out of the bed and ran to get the robe and put it on. "Okay, fanfiction plotlines aside, how do we end this once and for all. I'm going to take a stab in the dark and guess that whatever keeps happening in this time loop that the Tenouza have something to do with all of this. What's the catalyst?" Crossing her arms, Jae-Wol leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes as she began to recount all of the previous timelines that she'd experienced over the course of what was essentially a number of days for her. As she told Umashi of all of her failings and even his own, even the battle hardened Umashi softened at the way in which she explained the many ways that he and everyone else in the Capital died.

At one point he was forced to sit down at the foot of the bed in actual disbelief. "So we figure out where they're keeping the weapon and then what exactly? I'm kind of handicapped here." "I know where it's at and I'm not inhibited as you are." "Okay, there's that, but that still doesn't address the fact that every time we approach the room where they're holding it, we either die..." "I don't die though..." "Okay, I die and you have to start this rodeo all over again or we spend time fighting the knights and barely make it in the room before the whole thing goes into overdrive." Umashi paused as he scratched at his chin and noticed that an entire hour and a half had gone by. "And the whole catalyst for this is because somehow or another, my letter to the Raikage gets intercepted, which leads to her not making a proactive move against the Tenouzan but instead leads to a reactive move that causes the whole of Kumogakure and the Capital to be wiped off the face of the planet? Am I understanding that correctly?"

Shaking her head, Jae-Wol took a deep breath and stifled a yawn. "Yes, but no. In some timelines, the Raikage just gets antsy and makes a move herself without consulting you, sometimes she's too early which leaves Kumogakure open to invasion because she gets tunnel vision. Besides that, even if it was just a matter of her being here or there is pointless. We three times tried to alter her plans from afar but no matter who you send, they all get figured out by the spies and barely make it within a kilometer of Kumo before they're taken out!" Rubbing at his temple, Umashi shook his head and made a crude remark. "Why do all the problems in the world begin and end with an Uchiha doing or not doing something?"

Rolling her eyes, Jae-Wol got out of the bed and walked to the nearest window and peaked out of it before moving to stand in front of Umashi. "You know, you really ought to see a therapist for that whole thing you've got against Uchiha. It can't be healthy. Is it pent up feelings of inadequacy? Is it sexual?" "I do see a therapist, thank you very much and no...I think?" "A sketchy shop ran by an even more sketchy Uchiha and Yamanaka duo doesn't exactly constitute as a proper therapy session in the least." "They get the job done just fine, thank you very much." "Yeah...self deprecating behavior is one of the worst forms of self deprivation. You can't just escape all of your problems by losing yourself to a few rounds of genjutsu induced masochism." Holding his hands up, Umashi leaned back, nearly forgetting that he only had a robe on before straightening himself out. "Woah there, that's definitely not what we're doing there, believe me!" "Un huh, a likely story. In any event, we still have the issue of how to stop everyone from meeting their maker. Figured out any bright ideas yet?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Umashi got up and started to walk towards a nearby changing curtain in order to actual get modestly dressed. "I mean, what can I say? You said that we've literally made every logically sound decision and the outcome stays the same. About the only thing that I can think of at this point would be to just do something..." "Illogical..." Finishing Umashi's words, Jae-Wol put her hand to her forehead and muttered, "Wow, how did we not think of that before?" Coming from behind the curtain dressed more appropriately for being around people, Umashi held up a hand to calm the woman's excitement. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, that sounds nice and all but let's not get too excited, we still need to actually do something highly illogical enough to force the universe to, ahem...not autocorrect it away!"

Pondering for a moment, Jae-Wol held a finger to cheek and trumped it before making a matter of fact statement. "Well, if the biggest hiccup is you trying to help the Raikage, why don't we try to hurt the Raikage?" "Assassinating the Raikage? Now that's a discriminatory move if every I saw one!" Shaking her head no, the woman corrected her statement. "No, we're not going to actually assassinate the Raikage, we're just going to make it seem like you're trying to take out a credible threat to you assuming the actual mantle of Shogun and ruling the country in a capacity that leaves you the ruler of an entire country instead of just a simple shinobi village. The Tenouzan will eat it up, trust me." Holding a finger up to pause her, Umashi couldn't hide his smirk. "That's oddly specific and totally something that I'd think of but we still have the problem of a believable assassin. It's not like we just have one lying around." Like a lightbulb going off in both of their heads, they both realized exactly who they could use, at the same time. "The ragman!" "The ragman!"

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A speakeasy for the elite
Kumogakure
…The wee hours of the morning...

Jakku was nimble, Jakku was quick, Jakku knew when to keep his mouth closed when the Raikage showed up to his very legal establishment and ordered a very stiff drink. Late hours or early mornings, shinobi that lived a tough life often wanted a place to kick back and take the pressure off around company that understood their line of work and Jakku aimed to provide such a service. When he wasn't busting some Genin's chops over a missed hand seal, he ran the lavish basement bar that the Raikage now found herself in. Motioning to one of the staff on duty, Jakku was glad that he only employed shinobi of a like mind, because while normally the sight of the Raikage would have caused a stir, his patrons instead noted the appearance of a high ranking official and went back to their business of minding their business.

While Jakku took a "don't ask, don't tell" policy on how he treated his patrons, everybody clearly recognized the Raikage and for that, her drink was on the house. "The boss said that this one's on us, ma'am!" A happy customer was one that was well watered and with a sense of pride, Jakku went around the room making sure that the rest of his patrons were just as comfortable. It was perhaps around the Raikage's third or fourth drink that business picked up even more so. Perhaps the Raikage's personal guard had finally figured out where she'd snuck off to, or maybe shinobi on their off time wanted a story to tell about the time that they had drinks with their leader. Drinks were flowing, the chatter was buzzing and the jazz music carried a decent tune that all could appreciate. Jakku hated to break up a party but he was mere minutes from making the infamous "last call" before closing.

No sooner than he'd looked at his watch to make sure that the call was made exactly a quarter till the hour, than the well guarded, and supposedly well fortified door to the establishment was kicked in and with it, the bodies of both of the guards who guarded the place from the outside. Like a record scratch, the entire room fell silent as a figure dressed in what could only be described as rags sauntered in. Rushing from behind the bar, Jakku snapped his fingers and called for the guards stationed discreetly among the crowd, but they were far ahead of him as they rushed whoever the threat was. In the world of shinobi, one could never be too safe, and precious seconds spent studying an opponent could land a person in the hospital or worse, six feet under. Jakku had had unruly customers in the past and any sort of bar was going to have its fair share of drunks, but this particular situation was far different. This individual was an assassin on a mission.

Seemingly flickering in the light, the speed with which the figure dismantled not only the guards but the rest of the room. It was in that moment that Jakku remembered that the Raikage was in the room. Moving to jump in front of her, he put up his defenses and created a chakra barrier between him, the Raikage and assailant but it was to no avail. Wielding only a simple kunai, the assassin seemed to avoid even being touched as the attacks that should have landed, instead phased right through them. In fact, curiously enough, the assailants attacks didn't seem all that impactful either. Few shinobi were capable of a continued intangibility, much less avoiding a room full fully capable Chunnin, Jounin and ANBU but whether it was a rasengan or a chidori, the assassin seemingly avoided them all to the point that the very proud Kumo shinobi were quite literally doing more damage to the premise and themselves.

Making their way to them, Jakku braced himself for impact. "Raikage-sama, there's an emergency exit in the back office, hurry up and get out of here! We'll have this cleaned up in no ti-." Flickering out of sight momentarily, the assailant reappeared at their side, just outside of Jakku's immediate field of vision but not outside of the Raikage's. Creating her own barrier, the Raikage and Jakku under normal circumstances would have been a force to be reckoned with, but against a foe that they knew nothing about, even they were helpless to stop the ghost of an enemy as they began to phase through the barrier, ignoring it as one might a simple sheet hanging to dry. "Stop!" The words escaped Jakku's mouth as a command but much like the world often went, the assailant didn't stop and instead spun their kunai around into an offensive angle and began to swing it at the Raikage.

Dropping his barrier, Jakku held out his hand to attempt to defend the Raikage from the attack but just when the kunai would have made contact with his arm, instead, he heard a loud popping sound as his vision went white and then he heard a peculiar droning sound and then he woke up on the floor of the speakeasy with debris from the fight strewn all around him and the room practically empty and a clearly identifiable medical shinobi standing over him trying to wake him. "Sir, we're just doing some preliminary test to make sure that you're ok, but we're going to need get a statement from you about what happened here." "Okay...is the Raikage alright?" "The Raikage?"

At the mention of the leader of the village, Jakku's vision was coming back to him enough to see that a number of medical shinobi and ANBU stopped what they were doing and turned in his direction. "Yeah, she was here, uhhhh, getting a drink and then when that assassin burst in, everything went to heck. I did my best to defend her but then there was that pop and then everything went dark or, white. Yeah, it was white. Then you woke me up." Motioning to have a nearby medic-nin write something down, the med-nin helping him nodded in understand as the notepad was shown to him to which he nodded and then turned his attention back to Jakku. "While you were out, you were muttering something about rags. Was that what the person was wearing?" Jakku nodded and then finally noticed the splitting headache that he had. He winced in pain as the medic put a cooling hand to his temple and smiled at him. "Don't move too much. We'll get you patched up in no time. Thank you for your statement." Moving to get up, the medic called over a medic to watch over Jakku as the previous medic moved away from Jakku's view but right before he closed his eyes to continue resting, he heard them muttering something. "Yeah, that fits the description that Ziren mentioned in his debriefing from the Capital. We need to alert the Sennin that the Raikage is missing!"

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…0700 Hours, the day after yesterday...

Waking up or rather, coming to, the Raikage would immediately notice that she wasn't in the same bar that she'd started out in, that and the fact that she wasn't alone. Around her, stirred some of the same individuals that she'd just been having drinks with after an especially pressing day. There still hadn't been word from the Capital which could mean a number of things but her War Council was expecting her to give the word first thing in the morning about what to do about the Tenouzan forces. From the intel that she'd been able to gather from the surprisingly helpful Hoshigakure forces, they were onboard with helping Kumogakure in any way that they could from afar, so long as the Capital sent them reinforcements to help their own homefront against the Tenouzan. Kitsune had a defining choice to make, one that would affect more than just herself. Would she press on and take the fight to Tenouza or seek to consolidate her allies politically by attempting to fight the Tenouzan spies in the political realm. Every choice had a consequence but some consequences would affect generations long after she had had her time in the sun. All of those decisions however, would have to wait until after the Raikage figured out just exactly where she was.

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OOC: I use color for speech to clearly identify who's talking but if the colors that I choose make it hard to read the speech then please let me know. I've changed Jae-Wol's aka Lord R's speech to be a hopefully more agreeable variation of purple.

Kitsune + Some from Jakku's Speakeasy = You wake up in a strange place. Kitsune will provide the details of the area.
Those left behind at Jakku's Speakeasy + Kumogakure = You find out that the Raikage disappeared at a well known secret bar for shinobi. The only clue is that the assailant involved in the incident was just recently identified as captured at the Capital.
 

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Broken beer bottles and shattered low-ball glass crunched beneath the combat boots of an average sized woman as she surveyed the carnage. She wore a one piece bodysuit, carpenter pants, a half-crop military style jacket, and a fierce glare at the carnage she had finally been allowed to see. Bodies were marked off, witnesses detained, and all that was left of the room was the silent movements of ANBU as they gathered what little evidence there was. Not to say there wasn’t a lot of evidence to unravel, just that so little of it pertained to the core issue at hand: the Raikage was missing. Jakku had long been detained and was undergoing questioning by the same Branch that was collecting bits of glass that “looked important” or blood samples of the small handful of witnesses that where here last night; rather or not they saw anything. So there wasn’t going to be any talking to him for awhile and good luck getting that report.

“Goddamn vampires…” the cyborg muttered to herself as the masked bastards moved around the room without a sound. They had given her hell just getting down into the bar to start her own investigations, and were it not for her war-time appointment as the Kumogakure Head General, she highly doubt the obedient dogs would have let her go any further. Rei’s new title of Sennin only carried so much weight with the ANBU, a lesson she was learning the hard way. It had only been a few days in this position and it was clear that only Main and Medical recognized the weight she had been granted. The Black Ops, clearly as she felt them sizing her up even now, did their own thing. The scientist had grown up in Kumo hearing how terrifyingly independent their undercover Branch was, but it had never stuck with her how this was so. Such a strength of independence meant an entire wing of the military could easily up and move out; given to how much strength ANBU generally carried. Surely the Raikage of any age would have rooted out this sort of thinking ages ago, and Rei had always thought that such talk of them was hearsay to counter the dark work these agents of death doled out. That was, at least, until she met the current Sennin that kept ANBU reigned in. Then it all made sense.

Kagami Miro was not the woman to mess with. Their brief introduction to each other during the all hands meeting sparked a small tension, but of course the newly appointed Sennin didn’t think much about it. It was probably that small pride that most people in their position held at their gut. That distaste for change and the introduction to a new way of things. Indubitably, she had a lot of plans to change the Main Branch and make it more functional for the village than keep on to all of its age-old traditions; perhaps that had been felt. Then, the explosion happened.
Reports were slow, but when they came, they were heavy. A black sparrow carried the message from the capital claiming the news that Rei had feared: the Shogun was dead. However, in his stead, a replacement was already being swung in, but that was were the message was fuzzy. The way the kanji had been written from there on was in code, and it took the breakers another twenty minutes to comb out the last bit of the letter that had only read: “I’ll tell you when I get home.” Shortly after that, the rolling hills of the North exploded into a fireball of such magnificent proportions that Rei could do little more than stare in awe. The destruction it had to of wrecked would be one for the books, and the amount of research the scientist could glean off of anyone that was there would be astronomical; for her, at least. Yet as an hour came and past after the initial boom there was no sound or warning that anyone had survived the ball of fiery death; until there was.

ANBU was suddenly back in force. Most people rarely recognized when they were actually out doing stuff in the village, but Rei had been around and knew enough to catch the signs. They were moving with a purpose, someone was commanding them to act, which meant that Miro had not only survived the explosion, but has also returned to Kumogakure in silence with an undisclosed amount of surviving forces. There were no reports from medical so either they all survived, or those who didn’t had anything left that could be brought home. Rei had tried from that moment forward to get a full report on the situation North but all she was given was: “They had succeeded in stopping the weapon.” Not, they got the weapon. Not, we’re hiding the weapon. Not, the knights were easily destroyed by Genjutsu. Nothing, except that ANBU had succeeded in what Kitsune had ordered them to do.
That’s when it all clicked for the Main Branch Sennin. How such a dangerous organization like Kumogakure’s ANBU was still allowed to exist. Miro controlled them, and she remained loyal to Kitsune. So long as the head continued to take orders the rest of the dogs fell in line, but the moment she decided to go against everything, Rei wondered how quickly everything would fall apart, or, if there was already a caveat for that too. As the cyborg moved lightly through the room she could tell that they did not enjoy her company either, and that the title given by the very woman that was missing was probably all that was keeping them from trying to knock her out and remove her presence.

Rei knelt down near the table where Kitsune had been sitting. Forming a single seal to activate chakra to activate another seal, the woman’s eyeball suddenly dried out, cracked in half to reveal its true metallic form, and opened up to allow a green ray to emit and douse the area in her chakra momentarily before reabsorbing it back into her skull. Like being hit by ecstasy, Rei felt her back spasm and arch her body forward as she gasped suddenly at all the information suddenly attacking her nervous system. Footprints, lingering traces of chakra from everyone around the table that had used them, the taste of the various alcohols, the sweat and smell of every man, woman, and other that had been present within a thirty foot radius collected itself into a neat little file. Clacking her prosthetic hands together once more she saved the information to be reviewed in a more convenient location, relieving the adrenaline of information rush. However, a bit of lingering information graced her subconscious for a moment, and it choked a quick sob for in the lingering information she felt a twinge of sadness that had belonged to the Raikage.

Kitsune had actually went out of her way to invite the cyborg out for a drink shortly after she returned from the Capital mission. Ninety percent of the time, she would have quickly taken up the Raikage’s offer. The tea she made was exquisite, even for the cyborg’s dulled taste-buds, but she had declined because she was still trying to wring out information out of ANBU and get a status report started for the general populace of their village once Kitsune was ready to debrief. Something tugged inside of Rei that night, telling her she should go with her friend, and like a fool she had ignored it for the duties of her post. There wasn’t a lot of people the scientist genuinely liked, and about three she called a “friend”. After losing so many of them during her tenure as a Jounin, she only kept close to the powerful and the people she felt her heart still move for; Kitsune was the rare exception of being both. The woman was like the older sibling she had wished for, the same person who had picked Rei up at her worst and literally fixed her.

With the info stashed away safely in her brain, the monster that science had wrought stood up without the cliche hydraulic sound effects and calmly walked her way past the masked parasites that were still picking up insignificant pieces of glass to ponder over. She was going to review the information burned into her memory and then use every last resource at her disposal to find and rescue the Raikage, even at the cost of her very own life if necessary; Rei owed Kitsune at least that much.
 

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The low murmur of voices droned over the command center within the Sileo. Anbu captains stood around the rectangular table with a large map being the centerpiece. Littered across the map were X’s and O’s of encounters with the Tenouza at the beginning of the war. A noticeable mark was made a few inches, which converted into many miles, south of the village where the weapon had been destroyed. Red hues glanced over the map while pale ears took in information that was being reported by her subordinates.

The last few days were a nightmare. The weapon was destroyed beyond repair and the blast inflicted casualties amongst the few within its surroundings. And according to the reports the efforts of the Tenouza proved to be even more meticulous than the village had anticipated. The ANBU protected the flanks of the village from the droves of Tenouza, all kitted with special armor that sapped chakra to the point of combustion. The informed were quickly educated when their abilities merely deflected off their armor. Fortunately those specializing in Taijutsu proved to be worthy adversaries. Leading those squadrons to victory, it was a bright day for her kin.

To Mirō’s knowledge the Shogun Kitsune held so highly had been murdered. A manilla folder lay open on the table. Pictures of the scene were gruesome, scattered across the dossier. Adjacent to those was a picture of a rat-like figure of a man dressed in tattered rags. The world's ugliest mugshot could be awarded to this freak but Mirō had to give him some praise. To infiltrate into the Shogun’s village unnoticed and assassinate him… Hell… she’d recruit him just for the cleanliness of the kill. A sigh escaped her lips, her moments of thought interrupted by the sound of an alarm, illuminating the command centered in a strobe of red light.


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A few hours later….

Red optics gazed around the lavish room adorned with fancy light fixtures and rugs that cost more than some of the poor villages in the outer village zones. The whole place supposedly was meant to be a hide-away for the elite of the elite shinobi. It had been so exclusive that even leaders of the village's respective branches needed to be guided to the place.

Like a ghost Mirō entered the room where the Raikage had vanished. Her ANBU had already recovered and noted important details from the scene of the crime. Shattered glass, pieces of cloth, fingerprints, the works. What they hadn’t uncovered was any traces of chakra. Her ANBU blessed with special eyes and chakra reading techniques came up empty. That pattern had been a common occurrence since the Tenouza engaged in war with Kumogakure. As the ANBU worked diligently the Raikage’s newly appointed maid rose up from her kneeling stance. At long last, Main Branch finally played their part to benefit the community other than sitting on their ass whilst ANBU completed the serious work.

The ANBU Sennin moved gracefully towards the bar. The chairs were in disarray and glass shards littered the counter and floor. The red stains of blood were a good addition to the scene that took place and from what the bartender had reported to the medical staff it could primarily have been his own blood. Mirō found herself staring at the seat where the Raikage had sat with her arms folded underneath her chest. As powerful as Kitsune had claimed to be, even with her own eternal mangekyou sharingan, she still fell prey to abduction. “Heh.” Mirō chuckled. Perhaps Junko was right about her combat prowess. Mirōs' long black tresses shook side to side in disbelief of her train of thought. From the corner of her eye Mirō spotted the Main Branch Sennin headed toward the door. Her head turned slightly towards Rei on her left, “Leaving so soon?” Mirō called out to her. “In that much of a hurry you have to have a goal in mind. Find something?” Her interests were piqued by Rei’s movements before she stood up. One of her captains bent over to whisper what the Sennin did before her arrival. “Freaky. That’s something out of a monster story.” A wicked smile emerged on her pink lips. “Since you’re adamant on finding the Raikage, shall we leave you to it?” Her head fully turned to feast her entire gaze on Rei.

The ANBU followed the village leader’s command, and with no leader it was up to the Sennin to make the calls. The ninja within the ANBU have seen many things. An array of emotions and history lie within their minds from their time served. Veterans were far and few in their line of work, those who were held respect in Mirō’s heart. Many have witnessed the Raikage’s progress and held their tongues on their opinions. Trailing in tow with the ideals of those of an old medical sennin. Mirō had taken notice of their displeasure, however she was now a woman who had been guided by the gracious hand of the Raikage. For as loyal as Mirō was, her ideals focused on protecting the village as a whole. The Raikage was the face and voice for the media while the ANBU operated independently, unless the Raikage reached out. With more encounters of old members of the ANBU including the previous Sennin, Mirō’s worldview had shifted slightly.

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Normally Kitsune would be in her own nightclub, drinking booze she already paid for, but tonight was different. She needed some time more or less alone to gather her thoughts in regards to the current debacle facing not just Kumogakure, but the entire country. Though it would appear that fate had other things in store for her as a short while after her second drink, the Ragman decided to crash the party and try to take her out. Jakku, the proprietor of the speakeasy, jumped in to defend her, but also to no avail, resulting in him getting knocked out cold, and well, Kitsune too while we were at it.

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When Kitsune came to, she tried to get her bearings but a sudden dizzy spell came over her and she shook her head to try and make it go away. What in the seven unholy hells happened... she thought to herself as she blinked a few times to focus her vision and look around the room. It appeared as if she was in an abandoned bar of some sort, along with a handful of the other patrons from the speakeasy she had been in earlier. So far there was no sign of the Ragman, but who knows what happened during the time they were knocked out.

She got to her feet and began taking stock of the situation, helping others up and checking to see if they were alright. If they weren’t then, as the mednin Kitsune was, she’d give them a healing hand to try and get them back to “working” condition. Once that was taken care of, she’d try to figure out where the heck they were, and ideally without triggering any kind of trap or alarm. Hopefully they weren’t too far from the village so they could get back home and on with their lives.
 

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Skulking outside the periphery of the investigation site he had heard…rumors. Though he hadn’t really known the Raikage too well, and besides living in the village his whole life without…many incidents, the lone ninja skulked, and worried for the absent Raikage, Kitsune, who represented the core of the Village. Struggling with feelings of inadequacy and even questioning his own existence, it was hard for him to ignore such an event of such precedence. He could see them, he could feel them, opportunists getting fat on the scraps of glory like overly ripe pidgeons picking at the bones of whatever they could. Lurching forth like a looming specter, a graven condor trying to mesh with the ordinary sorts despite his lofty stature he tried to disguise as a mishapen hunched back.

What to do? That was the question wasn’t it, he had heard accounts spread about the assailant, of the kunai that they used, which didn’t sound very Tenouzan, now did it? If he could only get close to those implements, the assailant probably didn’t use less than two if what he’d heard was to be trusted, but they were the most solid lead he could think of if the metallurgical qualities could be observed and traced, he was certain could be used as a lead if the ANBU didn’t decide to hoard them to themselves and not act upon it for whatever selfish reasons they could muster. What was he to do?

What do do?

Echoing, these words did, endlessly through the great endless chasm of his mind through the stream of a multitude of conscious and unconscious ideas. Standing at the precipice of the site where it had all happened, he contemplated what had to be done, would he need to stage some self-sacrifice to achieve what needed to be done? Break the thhreshold? Take what he needed? Escape? Analyze what needed to be observed and pass on that information to Rei in his dying breath? Duty was all he had as he grinned at the thrill of such a self-destructive and impulsive act, even if it was likely to fail which was his only reservation for staying his hand. Chakra was a lot harder to track, but the metal, that was one of his strongest fields of study and one he felt needed to be pursued despite ANB’'s perpetual stonewalling, so when he saw his boss, he wondered if perhaps he might be able to propose something of use though it really went against his policy of being deceptive of his mental capacities.

However, he simply couldn’t play stupid if it meant the difference between finding the Raikage, alive and well, and finding her cold and long dead. Besides…he wanted to end the would be assailant, but not before vigorously extricating any information that would assist in counterattacking the likely source behind this attack and spilling even more blood. Creeping past, he found his way over to Ryuu Rei which…hrm, wasn’t what he expected. To be fair he rarely formed expectations in advance but she definitely struck him as more interesting than he had heard. Never formally meeting, which wasn’t very surprising considering his aversion to people due to his disappointment and trauma and phobias, but he learned from a young age that sometimes you needed to swallow all of it to avoid starving or worse.

Ryuu Rei? I don’t really know how to do introductions…but I’m Horigome Sukejuro, yes? Do we have any evidence or what?” He improperly approached her, standing upright a bit more, feeling it wouldn’t be proper to try deceiving his boss. Opting to not fully stand erect as to not draw too much attention, still stood well over 7’. He offered his hand, each digit was sheathed in overlapping plates of steel but curiously each digit had over 10” long curves steel blade extending from a gauntlet, which with a formulaic gesture of his wrist and fingers, would have each blade sink back into the cumbersome gauntlet as locks were disengaged and disengaged, and inertial inner mechanisms smoothly sliding back the blades with industrial precision.

Eheh, do we have any metal samples? Shavings? I have…facilities in Cronopolis which we might be able to discern origin or lack thereoff if that’s the case?” He offered, though it felt rather strange, was this really going to be the circumstances that he would invite a woman to his home? Obviously the intention was purely professional but still somewhere in his hectic brain was the strange idea of the strange circumstances. He kept the ANBU in his periphery as he easily wanted to criticize them but really this was probably the most ambitious move in the young adult’s life. It was difficult for him to fathom how Miro, the young student he had met once was now the Sennin of ANBU? Such a strange reality…but he had to consider if maybe he was more capable than he ever considered or if he was making a fool of himself?

Well that wasn’t exactly any different from any encounter, but it was a unused to feeling of vulnerability in the cyborg’s presence. His voice muffled with the occasional hiss beneath the laboring of an intricate dust filtration device with two hoses hanging from beneath the intricate bleached bone white of his mask. “If we can get enough steel, we can test the metal compared to the stuff our own ninja use, or other villages maybe, and figure out the metallurgical profile and origin of the weapon. Hardness, torsion, yield, etc... that sort of stuff. Then we can find the assassin and get more information, yes?

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I suggest we both work on the task at hand, Miro,” the cyborg replied without emotion, “Our leader is missing from her post and unless you want me running the village for long I suggest you stir up your best detectives. Oh, and do send over all of the physical evidence to my Branch when your done with it, granted, your kind haven’t contaminated it too far.” The machine didn’t look at the fellow Sennin and ascended the staircase while ignoring the youth otherwise. The emotions of her friend were still fresh in Rei’s head, and she had work to do.

Rei wasn’t out of the building for long before one of her own came skulking up to greet her. Upon extending himself up to his full size and extending a bladed hand, that retracted the weapons for a greeting, the cyborg was reminded of why she enjoyed the Main Branch so much; diversity. Unlike the psychopaths that all followed orders to the letter in ANBU, her branch were made up of a collective of different minds, personalities, and appearances. They all had a uniqueness to them that allowed them to take on the diverse missions the Main took on. Everything from getting a cat out of a tree to eradicating the monsters that roamed the mountain forests, there was nothing Main couldn’t do. According to records she had inherited, they even had a group of assassination specialists…which she highly considered dissolving since the Black Ops were literally trained to do that one task specifically. If ANBU needed Main’s help in assassinating someone, then they were slacking heavy in her own opinion.

The giant that approached her gave a name and she quickly drew up the metaphorical file in her brain on the man. It didn’t say a lot. He was a strange one from what little they had. Left at the gate as a child with a mysterious past, he showed an attachment to the village and patriotism that some would call questionable. Most notably, to Rei, was his mercy over an opponent. Many people preferred a quick kill to end a situation and call it that, but in their line of work it often proved best to drag an opponent down when they could for questioning; knowledge was power, after all. There were a few other tid-bits in his file that marked him as a maverick, such as his conversations with plants, but they did little to interest her. She focused on his skills, even if she had to crane her neck up despite being 6’3’’ herself, than his strange traits.

The cyborg took the man’s hand with a powerful grasp. Her mechanical hand gripping and causing the leather of his glove to crinkle in distress before releasing it,
Ryuu Rei, it’s good to meet a physical body from Main as I am afraid I only know most of you from files. It’s been a hectic week. As for evidence I collected nothing physical, sadly. Whatever physical bits inside of the bar that could be used to trace a path is being held hostage by the Black Ops Branch and it may be some time before we’re allowed to see it. I do, however, have a scan of…many things. Emotions, compounds, chakra signatures, and yes even a few metal shavings. I can break them down for you into a formula if you’re willing to go the lengths to recreate the information. Perhaps we can discover something from that?

It was a long shot and a bit redundant when she had demanded the collective evidence be sent to her second hand, but she wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity; no doubt it’d go faster than waiting on Miro. The machine also had a few in mind to help trace the chakra signatures but, even if they were able to get a taste of whatever creature kidnapped their leader there was no guarantee that they could still sniff them out. She also needed to cross reference different style of chakras and pin them up on a board to see which of the unique signatures matched their current data. Rei felt like Kitsune knew something big and never got to tell them, and it was up to Rei to figure out what message she needed to speak in person remained. A Mystery was a-foot, and though the situation was desperate, the mechanical lady did love a good puzzle.
I’ll defer to your location for metal making. My lab is more equipped for chemical and chakra solutions.
 

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"Don't touch that!" Smacking Umashi's hand away, Jae-Wol and the ever curious Umashi made their way down a corridor leading to where the ragman was being held. As they walked in relative darkness and silence, all around them, semi-transparent versions of people from within the Capitol walked around them as if they weren't there. "Perhaps it's commonplace to you, but to me, they're the most peculiar things that I've ever seen. What would be the harm in just, jumping through one?" Taking care to avoid a spectral being that she was about to run into, Jae-Wol sighed and shook her head. "I don't know, maybe you screw around and catch a glimpse of what could have been or you mess around and create a divergent timeline which ultimately leads to the collapse of the multiverse. I don't know, pick your poison!" Utterly confounded, Umashi's face twisted up. "What's a...multiverse?"

Throwing her arms up, Jae-Wol half laughed, half sighed loudly. "What are they teaching you people in those shinobi villages?" Stopping and looking around, she made sure that they were still indeed alone and not being followed and then she continued. "So, you know how you pull turtles from a different realm by summoning them?" Umashi nodded. "Yeah?" "Ok, so realms are just pocket realities, basically, smaller dimensions, errr, pocket dimensions. They have rules like a dimension but they usually aren't as expansive. Hence why you don't hear your summoning contracts talk about geo-politics all the time. Some of them just live in a nigh finite forest that has an invisible wall stopping them from walking off the edge of their quote unquote, planet. A dimension is a much bigger realm in that it has, dimensions in the scientific sense, aka, we live in a three-dimensional dimension. Don't get me started on five dimensional imps though, they're annoying." Blinking, Umashi just simply nodded his head and allowed her to continue.

"So, we have big dimensions, right? Yes. Ok, so within a given dimension, you can have one universe, or multiple universes. We're talking purely theoretical stuff here, but in theory, we live in a singular universe within a dimension but it is possible, theoretically at least, that for every decision that has ever, is ever and will ever be made, that there are different universes to account for that. Perhaps in one universe you decided to become the Raikage when Ayumu disappeared and then annexed Bear, Marsh and Fire like a megalomaniacal despot." Raising a hand, Umashi shook his head. "Hold up, I could never...!" "But you could. Maybe in some other reality you managed to sacrifice enough Uchiha and Senju children to create a Rinnegan, I don't know, that's kinda the whole point of the mystery of a multiverse. Stuff happens. That said, time is all over the place. It doesn't run the same in all dimensions, pocket or otherwise, or universes. You basically just lick your finger and stick it out into the void to see if it withers or not." Holding her hands up, Jae-Wol demonstrated the motion by indeed licking the tip of her index finger and sticking it out into the darkness before drawing it back to her, thankfully, unscathed.

Completely confused, Umashi shrugged his shoulders and motioned with the lamplight for them to continue walking. "So basically, I shouldn't interfere with whatever these dimensional aberrations are because..." "Time... and I like to call them apparitions myself but I guess in this case that you could use either term interchangeably. Either way, those only appear when I or somebody like me is screwing with time enough for somebody to do something that they normally wouldn't have done." "Because by jumping into one of them, I could cause the past version of a maid to get a fright and she drop some expensive pillows and get fired, leading to me not getting my breakfast on time, which could cause me to be cranky enough to want to invade another shinobi state?" Having started to walk, Jae-Wol tilted her head from side to side slowly while making the same motion with her hand. "Perhaps. As high level as it sounds, it's not a science, it's an art. People like me, we usually only zip from one point in time to another, usually a matter of seconds, maybe even a few minutes. I see these time apparitions all the time but they normally just fade away within a few seconds, maybe a minute and they're always localized. We've been seeing them now for far too long and in too many places. Something is really seriously wrong."

As they began to near their destination, Umashi slowed down just outside of the door to the prisoners room. "Ok, but what's the harm in allowing them to just walk around, surely they'll just do that ghost thing right on through, right?" "Normally, yes, but for one, the fact that you can see them as somebody who hasn't traveled through time to get here means that others probably can as well, and also, look." Pointing at a nearby time apparition, Jae-Wol drew Umashi's attention to an average looking samurai guard. "We actually passed by the same guard before we stepped down into the lower levels." Unable to follow her alarm, Umashi had a simple response. "And?" "And if he was both up there and down here, then that means that there's multiple forces at work that are throwing time out of sync from multiple points in time." "I don't get it, shouldn't they just pass through each other? What's the harm?" Slapping her forehead, Jae-Wol stared at Umashi as if she was staring at a child. "They really should teach...nevermind. The issue is that if those two run into each other, nevermind the Tenouzan, reality is going to do really funky things because they can't both exist in the same space at the same time.

It's a scientific fact, energy can't be created or destroyed. When one being in our current timeline crosses paths with a time apparition, then ok, easy, the mass and energy bits do their thing, but what happens when it's a samurai from our timeline, crossing paths with a time apparition of his future and one of his past, or what about two different past. Whether it's the present, the past or the future, we all have the same chakra signature no matter where we are in time or space and chakra is..."
"Energy..." "Bingo!" "Ok, so I shouldn't attempt to hack a time apparition because I could inadvertently cause some random kid somewhere to spontaneously combust." Looking at Jae-Wol in the eyes, she could tell that despite his joking tone, that Umashi was serious. Cocking her head to the side in thought, she started to object via a raised finger but stopped just short and straightened her head with a thoughtful look on her face. "Actually, shockingly you aren't wrong." Smirking, Umashi nodded at the door that they were standing just outside of. "Alright then, since I've been thoroughly educated today, how about we go use some of that education to try and convince an assassin to assassinate a Raikage, shall we?" "For science?" "For science!"

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"Screw off!" The man clothed in rags did his best to act tough despite the fact that the two figures before him held all the cards. How he'd gotten here, was simply a fact of trusting the wrong people to hold up their end of the bargain. In a word, he was between a rock and a hard place. Having peculiarly knocked out the guards when they entered the lavish, but still equally daunting dungeon cell, Udo could only surmise that they'd managed to figure out just who the Tenouzan were, another point that he'd have to bring up to the Pope, least they ever meet again. For a fact, the Tenouzan were sloppy in their delivery and by being such, they'd allowed room for the shinobi and samurai to get the upper hand. "Look man, they kind of left you to dry. They're not bailing you out, they're not coming to fight for your freedom. They used you as they've used countless others in the past and will continue to do so in the future if left unchecked." As the woman spoke, she struck a chord in Udo that he couldn't help but pay attention to.

It was true, the Pope and others had abandoned him, but equally so, that was something that he'd always knew that they would. He was a weapon, a tool, an arrow in their quiver and once he was used for the job, there wasn't much use for him unless there was another job. Still wanting to remain obstinate, Udo let the two drone on about how he'd be helping in an effort bigger than himself and all of the other excuses that captors often used to turn their prey. He'd often used the same tactics himself so when they continued to try and get him to work with them, he scoffed loudly and turned his face away from them, away from the light. At first, they remained silent, and in their silence, he hoped that they would eventually just leave him to his thoughts. He didn't belong in their world and they certainly didn't belong in his. He'd take his chances with the odds of death. "Unlike the movies, talking to the bad guy to get them to change their mind doesn't work in real life. Bugger off, why don't you."

Defeated for the moment, Udo sighed and started to close his eyes, but just as slowly as his eyelids began to move downward, he caught sight of a spectral being that caused his eyes to open aghast. Trained to not show too much emotion, he couldn't help but to quickly discern the features enough of the being to recognize that it was very much a mirror image of him, only free from chains and walking around, talking to someone that he couldn't see. As his eyes tracked the movement of the specter, he watched as it walked around the room before finally coming to stop right between Udo and the door, right where the samurai and the shogun's brats stood. When their eyes locked on the fact that his head was tracing the movements of something else, it was the man who spoke up. "You see them too?" Walking closer to Udo, the smile on the mans face with the flickering of the candle was one sick with glee.

"What are you thinking?" The woman's question was definitely to the man and not Udo but as the man seemingly ignored her and approached Udo, Udo attempted to stand and then he remembered the heavy chains that were meant to keep him in a seated position. With a flick of his wrist, the man dismissed the chains holding Udo down and they made a loud sound as they collapsed to the floor. "Wait, what are you doing, he didn't agree to anything yet! Uma-, Lord L!" Not quite sure if this was a good cop versus bad cop scenario, Udo attempted braced himself for an attack and attempted to mold chakra but found that for whatever reason, his ability was oddly slow to start. It was in that moment of shock for him that the man, Lord L, rushed close to him and shoved him into the spectral clone of himself and then things when white as he and the time apparition as Lord R called them, disappeared from view.

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"Why did you do that? What were you thinking?" Throwing her hands up, Jae-Wol yelled her frustrations as she kicked one of the downed Tenouzan aligned knights that was lying on the ground knocked out. "What part about not messing with time and space did you not understand?" Turning around and shrugging innocently, Umashi smugly replied. "Isn't the scientific method essentially just asking questions and then testing a hypothesis for an answer? I just skipped the scientific gobbledygook that you've been spouting off." Beginning to pace, Jae-Wol rubbed her temples in a vexed manner. "You really are content to just throw caution to the wind for the sake of...what exactly?" "Science! Didn't you say that you'd tried everything the right way every time and it didn't turn out like you wanted?" Stopping and standing silently, Jae-Wol sighed audibly.

"There's a certain level of finesse that you need when messing with time and space. You shinobi think that you can just brute force everything to your will. Now I have to go find this man and pull him back before he steps on the wrong butterfly!" Smirking, Umashi sat the candle holder down and used a measure of natural energy to expand the light source. "That's half the problem milady, I think that you misunderstand the fact that I'm a pirate not a shinobi." "You're unbelievable." "Perhaps, but it's been like a whole minute since he disappeared. Do you need to go try and grab him or something?" Slapping her forehead in frustration, Jae-Wol nodded and muttered, "I'll be back." before she blinked out of view. While she was gone, Umashi looked around and began to clean up the room a bit. Notibly, he moved the downed guards from blocking the door and sat them upright against a nearby bookshelf.

The room wasn't homey but it was certainly better than any prison that he'd ever been in. While he didn't agree with the Tenouzan guards ideals, he certainly respected life enough to make sure that in their knocked out state that they wouldn't choke on their vomit. As he stood up from moving them, Jae-Wol appeared again but in a panic. Alarm written all over her face, she was breathing heavy as if she'd just ran a great distance. "I had him, he was right there and those, darn...rags!" Speaking through hurried breaths, Umashi saw that doubled over as she was, that a strip of cloth was clutched tightly in her hand. "So you saw him? Where did he go? How could he have gotten away from you?" Shaking her head, Jae-Wol finally stood and stretched out her hand, showing the piece of the ragman's clothing. "There's some sort of repelling force in them. When I reached out to grab him, it was like whatever seal was placed on him was amplified and he was able to push me away before I could pull him back here."

Not fully understanding exactly what she was implying, Umashi shook his head. "Explain it to me like I'm five. How could he stop you from pulling him back here. He's not like you is he?" Shaking her head, Jae-Wol put a hand on her hips. "No, but wherever he is...was, his repelling force was super charged and as strong as actual gravity itself. It caused a gravitational time dilation." Deadpanning, Umashi repeated his request. "Like I'm five, remember?" Breathing in deep, Jae-Wol explained herself in a more simple way. "A bowling ball when dropped on a bed, makes a dent and if there's a glass of wine on the other end of the bed, it wobbles and tips over, spilling its contents." "Ok, so despite you being able to move through time, he was heavy enough to move even you?" Pausing to think of a better way to explain it, Jae-Wol gave up.

"Something like that. The bottom line is that I don't know where or when he is anymore." Finally matching her alarm, Umashi panicked. "Ok, let's start with where was he and maybe that will tell us where he could have gone." Shrugging her shoulders, Jae-Wol couldn't provide much help. "Oddly enough, he was at a bar. I didn't have time to exactly look at a map though." Shocked by the answer, Umashi cocked his head to the side in thought. "Dude gets to travel through time and he ends up at a bar? That's odd." "You're telling me. It looked like he was about to shank some redhead too. Maybe I saved his ex-girlfriend or something." "Wait, the Raikage has red hair." "Hold up! I never saw a full face." The two however were interrupted by a strong knocking at the door followed by a gruff voice. "Guard change!"

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Landing, or rather, appearing, Udo found himself standing in a hallway of sorts with a door behind him and a door in front of him with what he quickly recognized to be two shinobi sporting Kumo headbands. A trained assassin, Udo wasted zero time in figuring out that wherever he was and however he got to be where he was, that not being armed wasn't going to help him get out of the situation alive. Just as shocked as he was, the two shinobi attempted to react to the sudden presence of Udo but like he'd practiced countless times, he was able to quickly get the mastery of them, and knocking them both out with ease. Kicking in the door, he hoped that it would lead to the outside but instead he found that he'd stumbled upon a posh looking establishment and a room full of eyes all trained on him. Reach down to pick up a kunai that one of the first two guards attempted to use against him, he noticed that at first his hand seemed to phase right through it but when he did a double take, he found that it was secure in his grasp.

Quickly righting himself, he motioned towards the first shinobi at attention and leaped into action. As the shinobi ran at him in a dogpiling way, try as he might, Udo found that all of the techniques that he would normally use to make light work of his opponents didn't seem to work. For whatever reason by just the barest of inches a slash here or a jab there was moved every so slightly to one side or the other or it didn't even connect at all. Like his worst nightmare it was as if he was fighting while underwater and his movements though swift, seemed just as uncontrollable as if he was fighting against an unseen tide. As he leaped from foe to foe, his only comfort was that they seemed to have an equally hard time actually making any sort of impactful hits on him. It was when he heard frantic yelling coming from the direction of the bar itself that he locked eyes with the wench that he knew to be the Raikage.

She wasn't his actual target from before, but if the shogun's children were going to try to turn him, he might as well throw a monkey wrench into their plans by cutting off the head of the shinobi leadership. Beginning to rush towards her position, it was this act that gave a second wind to the shinobi in the room but try as they might, they were unable to stop him, in no time there was only the bartender that stood between Udo and historical infamy. Mere seconds, mere footsteps and he would become the sort of terror in the night that children would hide from. Swinging the kunai in his hand around to get a better grip, swing with all of his might determined not to miss, and he didn't. It was however in that instant that his blade touched the fibers of the Raikage's garments that outstretched arms appeared through what could only be described as a tear in reality and grabbed hold of Udo.

Out of the corner of his eye, he recognized them as the arms of the woman whom he had been standing before just mere moments ago. As the world slowed to a crawl and froze, all that seemed to move were those arms and Udo's eyes tracking them. They were coming to get him, coming to drag him back to that prison, and he wanted nothing to do with their plans. In fact, he refused, and like the first swing of a pendulum, he swung back with a matching force. Welling up from deep within himself, he felt a renewed vigor like he hadn't before, and like a spark that couldn't be contained, every fiber of his being rejected the meddling witch's demands on him. When she pulled him, he pulled back, and in that space of time, he heard a pop and then he was gone, as was she, and unbeknownst to both of them, as was the Raikage.

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Kumogakure
…The early hours of the morning...

Feeling the tension, other shinobi in the room stared in amazement at the Sennin. Despite all working together, certain age old grudges between the various shinobi departments wasn't one that would die so young. As taut as the air was however, a loud clanking of metal hitting the floor behind Sukejuro and Rei drew not only their attention but the attention of the nearby ANBU Sennin, Miro as well. Jumping into high alert, nearly everyone who heard the sound over the sound of voices might have jumped in anticipation of another attack but it was the eyes of those three especially that caught sight of the strange occurrence of a kunai spinning around quickly on its side on the ground.

As all of them would know, it wasn't there a moment ago and certainly it wasn't doing the kunai equivalent of breakdancing either. On high alert, any of all possibilities of someone firing off a rapid ninjutsu to defuse the kunai might have occurred, but in as just a quick time as the kunai started spinning, it suddenly stopped and righted itself on its sharp tip like a magnet had suddenly taken control of it. Even more, it floated just a hair off the ground. It would be anybody's guess concerning the who, what, when, where or why of it all, but none of them were given barely enough time to mutter much of a complete string of thought before a shinobi ran into the bar with a loud alarm behind them. "Quick, Sennin Rei, you must come!" Doubling over to cough, the smell of smoke was thick on the obviously singed shinobi. "The Academy is on fire!"

With a gust of fury, many shinobi didn't even wait for the command from either Sennin to go, they just did. It was easy for all to recognize the importance of saving the lives of children, for that, the command never needed to be uttered, it simply was. For some however, more than others, their spouses and children worked or were staying at the Academy. Within the coming days, Kumogakure was to hold a large scale Chunnin Exam, one that powers that be refused to let be affected by the likely war effort. Right before such an exam, scores of prospective Genin, Chunnin and Jounin often stayed on site to get training at all hours as was the custom. For those hard nosed higher ups, it was a matter of pride to show the Tenouzan that Kumo would not show fear in the face of opposition, and for that decision, it seemed that very likely, many lives were now at stake. A funky kunai and an academy on fire. Were they connected or simply two oddly coincidental occurrences?


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…0701 Hours, the day after yesterday...

Like a true medic, Kitsune made sure that her people were healed first before finally checking on her surroundings. The space seemed to be oddly familiar and yet it strangely wasn't. Looking for an exit, Kitsune wouldn't exactly find one save for a door that seemingly refused to open no matter how much she tried to force it ajar. Continuing to inspect the space, she might ultimately come to the conclusion that the space was just ordinary, plain and that they were utterly trapped. Even the others in the room would start to mill about, finding that they were simply trapped. One particularly tilted shinobi pulled out an exploding note and suggested strapping it to the door and that was when oddly, a woman looking very much like Kitsune only with blue hair, appeared behind the bar and shook her head. "I wouldn't do that if I were you!"

To Kitsune, the mirror image of herself sounded as clear as ever but to the others, it was as if she wasn't there at all. Sighing, the woman snapped her fingers and all of the other shinobi instantly fell asleep right where they were. "I didn't want to have to do that but we couldn't risk them blowing a hole in the place. In any event, we need to talk." With a wave of her hand, the bar before the woman was filled with every notable bottle that Kitsune could think of. "I'd offer you a drink but it won't actually matter for much so if you don't mind, I'll just go through the motions because helps us to think." By now, Kitsune would be on full alert, a talking clone with the wrong color hair was anything but what she remembered of where she had been.

As if reading her mind though, the woman stopped making whatever cocktail she was working on and held up her hands in defense. "Trust me, we're on the same side. I'm you...well, a hallucination of you, you're subconsciousness, I think...you think?" Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, the woman started back making the cocktail. "Remember that rag dude? When he touched you, something happened and now where trapped in an infinite white space of some sort. That door is literally your chakra protecting all of us from maybe suffocating or something but I don't know how I feel about testing that theory." Shrugging the woman continued on. "So yeah, we're trapped, in Raiden knows where, some vagabond just tried to assassinate us and we might die because some random arm reached out and...wait, where did those arms come from?" Pausing to think, the blue haired Kitsune scrunched her face up before shaking her head again and going back to make the cocktail. Presenting it before the Raikage, she pushed the martini glass forward to the edge of the bar. "I call this, den hvide because...you know...yeah." Looking at the frothy white concoction, Kitsune might or might not be impressed but the more the woman spoke, the more that she remembered about exactly what had happened before she ended up here. "So anyway boss lady, how're you going to get us out of this?"

OOC: Sorry about the wait. I'm doing more large chunks of writing upfront so that there's not a random deus ex machina moment in the back of the event.

OOC Kitsune: Despite the world slowing down around you when Jae-Wol reached out to grab Udo, your Sharingan were able to track her attempt to pull Udo away. You are also aware of being trapped in a bright white expanse that has no definition. The bar scene that you see before you is literally a creation of your imagination based on your memories. How you chose to attempt to get out or not, is up to you. [You're affected by what happens in the Kumo side of the event.]

OOC Kumo: The kunai that Sukejuro and Rei found has a fluctuating weight to it as if there's a miniature gravity about it, throwing it in flux. In one moment it might be as light as a feather, in another, as heavy as a medium sized pet, and at others, normal weight for a kunai. If either of you can see chakra, you'd be able to note that it has a peculiar chakra field that's more akin to natural or corrupted energy. Physically, the kunai also has a fluctuating appearance, appearing to be rusty one minute and then freshly new in the next. [Decision to inspect it further elsewhere is either of the two's choice]

Roll information below for how Sukejuro and Rei found the kunai.
Umashi-Ret. Kage | Sora-Genin — Today at 2:37 PM
Roll for if Sukejuro or Rei spot a clue
[2:38 PM]
+1 for rolls, going with a d6 roll (just feels right). Two chances.
[2:39 PM]
t!dice 2d6

Tatsu
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— Today at 2:39 PM
Rolling dice!
[2d6 : 4,5]
In the end, the result was: 9

Umashi-Ret. Kage | Sora-Genin — Today at 2:39 PM
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Ryuu Rei

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The appearance of the kunai at the collective feet of Rei and her subordinate caused a mild stimulation of excitement in her brain; mild, because it had been altered extensively to avoid high-anxiety. The weapon was clearly altered in some way and its appearance felt immediately familiar. There was something temporal going on with the strange steel, the scientist surmised, but only because she recognized its power through one of her own weapons. The Satsujin-sha, or ‘Murderer’, was a special device she had created to take what little actual chakra she kept stored away in her core and expand it by replicating it over, and over again through temporal manipulation. She achieved this by creating a time loop inside of her own body that allowed her to pull out chakra from her ‘past self’ and inject it into her present self. In order to keep her body from spontaneously exploding, the energy she pulled from the past self was then looped back through to that self; sort of like a perpetual engine. The original intention of the device was to grant her infinite reserves of chakra to help aid the poor amounts of energy she already had transformed most of her body to make up for in order to preform Ninjutsu. What Rei created instead was a device that appeared to increased the speed of her actions by temporarily placing her existence both within and outside of time itself; allowing her to stand at two points of the stream simultaneously. In reality she was simply rewriting where her movements ended, making it nigh impossible to dodge her attacks and was used to face off against opponents that could move at supersonic speeds. The kunai on the ground reminded her of the same energy the Satsujin-sha gave off when it was activated which allowed her to deduce that temporal shenanigans were possibly afoot; meaning it was going to be a huge headache to unravel.

Before the scientist could even bend down to touch the weapon, though, another shinobi of her own branch zipped onto the scene to inform her that the Academy was extensively on fire; causing the Sennin to swear loudly and berate the man. Was this not what they had electronic communications for?! Moments after announcing that the new disaster on top of their current one, a great deal of shinobi went to move in assisting against the fire which left Rei in a conundrum. Did she stay and investigate the weapon having already a grasp on temporal science to locate the Raikage, aka, her best friend? Or did she align herself to the duty that same-said friend had given her and protect their national interests? It was no secret that a massive Chuunin Exam was being planned, as opposed to it as she was due to wanting to focus more efforts to the war. Money talked, though, and certain nobles that were keeping Kumogakure from financial collapse pushed for it to display their pride despite the raging war. Kitsune carried the village on her shoulders with how much of her own money went to keeping things afloat from her estate alone, but her fortune couldn’t keep everything running; which was one reason why they still bothered to parlay politics with the Shogun’s elite. All the power in the world meant nothing if they had no infrastructure to gain footing on.

The cyborg’s eyes closed and her hands gripped into tight fists for a moment, causing the wood they were made of to make a distressed sound before she released them with a calming sigh. Rei reopened her eyes to look up at the uncanny blacksmith and then back to the ANBU Sennin,
This situation keeps unfolding at alarming speeds of uncouth aggravation. Miro, please, work with Sukejuro here in unfolding the mysteries of the kunai and locate our leader. He has a high, well-tuned, knowledge of metals and their origins,” she turned her head back up to the giant, “I can’t say where it came from or how, but I can say that it might have temporal properties. I know not how, just be extremely careful with it and I would recommend against trying to throw it. You might send it back in time far enough to nail yourself to a wall by accident if you do.
I will deal with the fire and dignitaries,” she then announced to the room before flipping open one of the tiny scrolls holsters on her belt and withdrawing a tiny roll of paper. She gripped it between her thumb and palm before spearing the wooden hand into her chest to ‘slot in’ the scroll into her mechanical heart. Before removing the hand, Rei pinched the very edge of the scroll’s paper and tore it out like a rip-cord, causing her body to crackle with a light-blue energy as the tiny motor inside the scroll was unleashed and began to fluctuate time. Her emotions were hidden well as the motor revved up, as she wasn’t sure if it was the motor or her own heart that was threatening to break as once more the shinobi chose to follow her duty instead of her friend.
I leave this in the capable hands of this room,” the Sennin remarked one last time before her image distorted and blinked out of existence.

Rei blinked in and out of time throughout the village heading back towards the Academy where her office was and where this day started. Using the Quicksilver Step this many times in succession by stepping back on her own time-line was dangerous, and by the time she made it to the Academy there was no doubt she’d have to rip out the machine before it exploded. Rei didn’t fully control the whims of time, if it was that easy she would have traveled back in time to prevent the kidnapping all together; but warping a few times through the present should be feasible for the Satsujin-sha. The Sennin had an idea of she needed to do to get the fire under an immediate control, but worried her limited chakra reserves would hinder her ability to preform so many high-level Ninjutsu at once. Worried or not, this was Rei’s duty, and she planned to preform it to her utmost ability; no matter the backlash her mechanical body would undertake.

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… It was to be expected, huh. He had been gone for quite a while, so things were bound to look different once the swan returned to its nest. However, he wasn’t even able to take in the sight of his village with relief – not while being met with the sight of heavy, dark smoke bursting from where he could’ve sworn the A.E. still stood. Was the Academy on fucking fire?

It seemed as if he had much more to catch up to than he guessed. He had originally planned to meet up with Kitsune and catch up on all the monthly checks on his prosthetic arm that he missed – apologies, sincerely – but this looked like an immediate emergency, and whoever he could stumble across at the site could possibly put him back up to speed on events. What he figured out from second-hand up until now was that a war had broken out, so he also had little time to re-settle on personal matters concerning the whereabouts of his old colleagues. Hopefully, he would face them soon…

For now, he was darting towards the Academy at haste, not knowing the cause of the fire – yet assuming it to, possibly, be someone screwing up a Fire-Style or Lightning-Style Jutsu. Even worse as a hunch, though, could be that it was connected to the war that he had just heard about earlier today, but right now was the call for action bellowing through his head. Faster, Honnou!

“No, no, nobody told you to burn down like this, Aurora…!”

Upon reaching the Academy’s site, the sight of licking flames creeping up on so much of its structure left a sour, saddening taste in his mouth and throat. Still, he hadn’t hurried over here without a plan to quench some of the fires, and fearing for whoever and whatever could’ve been trapped in there – people as well as important items – he quickly flicked his hands out and went into action with a succession of hand seals.

Wind Style – Gale Force!

It was a little risky, but he attempted to choke out the flames leading to the front entrance by sucking away the oxygen with this Jutsu. While it showed results, he had to be careful with coming too close to any blades of fire at this point, for while the Jutsu choked out fires further away from his position, the air was still condensed around his contour, which could only draw fires to circulate his very skin if not treating carefully. He didn’t aim to quench all the fires – he was far from able to – but if he could make an opening to enter and rescue trapped people and possible Academy Students, then he’d be ever grateful to his skill.

Once a wide enough opening was made possible, he entered the burning Academy… and only leapt out of one of the windows with three Genins, each under his arm and one hanging onto his back. His facial expression was much more worrisome; the number of Genin and younger shinobi in the Academy was strangely high right now…

What an inconvenient time for the fire to start. The Hyuuga leapt into the building once more, but only after shaking off any embers from his suit. His heart began to tremble, an old feeling of his… he needed assistance. Immediately.

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Mirō looked over at the new face that trotted into the scene. Ghostly white mask, strange demeanor and gargantuan height was none other than Sukejuro. She hadn’t seen him for many years, last time was with Shikyu back when she was just a genin. It had been far too long, making her wonder where he had gotten off to. Did he venture off into unknown territory or lurk in the streets of Cronopolis where she had met him before.

Before she could acknowledge him, that annoying buzz droned in her ear. The static noise that echoed from the new main branch sennin. Mirō’s fine brow rose on her forehead, bewildered by the Sennins remark. “My kind? We’re the humans here, Robot. You’re the outcast.” Mirō didn’t refrain from biting her tongue. “If you believe the Kumogakure people will blindly follow a robot who could malfunction at any time... you’re in dire need of a tune up.” Her vicious red glare glowered at Rei. The cards in her deck were in Mirō’s favor. The people of Kumo took years to accept mutated shinobi and kunoichi. High tech robotics were a whole other playing field and if she dared try to govern the way ANBU operated she would quickly find herself alone in a wolf's den. “Keep your branch in order and I’ll continue to guide mine.” At the perfect timing a metal object suddenly appeared within their field of vision.

The metal object in question was a standard kunai that danced on the floor at varying speeds like it’s life depended on it. Coming to a stop it held it’s strange angle like it was being controlled by puppet wires. If that wasn’t enough of a distraction, more shinobi burst through the room and informed the Sennin in frantic gasps of the academy halls burning. “For Raiden’s sake, another attack?” Her arm whipped out from underneath her black cloak, signalling a few of her ANBU to investigate the situation alongside the main branch mutts. Following the disruption the android continued to remain a possible threat by piercing her own innards and vanishing like a blur towards the academy. This left the ANBU Sennin and Sukejuro to their own devices.

Mirō closed the distance between her and the upright kunai on the floor. She kneeled down, her red hues spun into that famous sharingan pattern to observe the unique properties of chakra that surrounded it. While she inspected it the metals shifted into different durabilities. At a moment's notice the kunai would be near the brink of crumbling due to rust and at the very next moment glistening vibrantly like a diamond. Upon closer visual inspection Mirō noticed a peculiar aura. Subtly as the chakra moved around the kunai there followed strange distortions in reality akin to something she observed in her gravitational jutsu mastery. A strange phenomena and on top of that the chakra that surrounded it counted out the more common chakra elements seen in shinobi. “Odd.” She whispered to herself.

Cautiously a bandaged hand reached out to clasp the hilt of the kunai. Her hand froze, noticing how suspiciously light the kunai was. Rising to a stand she faced Sukejuro. Red hues looked up at the man while her arm that adorned the kunai rose to her shoulder level. It was time to run some tests. Her hand opened to let the kunai fall to the ground. Bewildered, the kunai slowly fell to the ground akin to the weight of a feather. Repeating the process again the kunai hit the ground faster than before, leaving damage within the wood flooring. Again the process was repeated only this time it hit the ground how it normally should. Her gaze returned to Sukejuro, handing him the fluctuating kunai. “You can inspect the metal. Just from that little test I can tell it’s tampered with altering states of gravity.” Her mastery in gravitational jutsu made that conclusion easy to arrive at. However, that didn’t explain how the kunai would rust and then refine itself. "Haven't seen that mask of yours in a while. Take a vacay in Cronopolis?" She chuckled to herself, returning to her work.

A finger rose to her lower lip in deep contemplation. “The strange chakra… gravitational weight that alters vastly… then a rapid change in matter…” Gears spun in her brain to the point of overclocking. Mirō wondered just how deep the depths of gravity alteration could take her. If she was liable to universe hop with her mangekyou could gravity allow her to rip holes through time?