An Ashen Hero [Requesting Entry]

[Uchiha Izura]

At first, his sense of touch was faint, but the feeling gradually grew stronger, as if ants were crawling all over him, jolting him awake. His eyes shut, he took his first breath, only for his airway to fill with ash and dust. As he awoke, memories of battle resurfaced, a fresh and vivid memory of being run through by a blade, overwhelmed by the sheer number of the enemy, collapsing to the ground, bleeding out. And with the memories, came the physical pain. He shivered from the cruel sense, as his body seized up, grasping for life. He clutched at his chest, feeling dampness where he touched. The wound was still fresh. He coughed, wheezing in agony as the pain grew stronger. This place was suffocating, dark, and filled with dust and ash. He could barely move, barely see.

Izura screamed, opening his eyes as he forced his body, with all his might, to move. It was his only chance at survival.

The sun was setting in Iwagakure, casting a dull orange glow on Titan’s Keep. Merchants, sailors, and various other people made their way to their homes, filling the streets with a constant flow of bodies.

A regular day, for most people. But from thin air, out of nowhere, Izura appeared, collapsing to one knee, his right hand on the ground as he coughed up blood. A woman screamed, dropping a clay pot as she reeled back in fear and surprise at the Uchiha’s sudden appearance.

Crash!

The clay shards scattered onto the ground, the woman fleeing from him.

Izura’s clothing was tattered and worn, as if it had been left for a decade underground, left to gather dust. Cuts and tears ran the length of his clothing, clear indications of battle. But what seemed more appalling was that his wounds appeared fresh, a stab wound through the heart spilling blood all over the stone street.



He looked up, his face pallid and pale, the crimson in his eyes showing. It was unmistakeable that he was an Uchiha, to all onlookers. The iconic symbol of the clan on his back, his eyes which bore the unmistakeable tomoe of the sharingan. But more interestingly, the steel plate on his belt. Four vertical lines, all evenly spaced, and in parallel, and a broken blade stowed at the small of his back. Hanging along his right side, another steel plate, bearing the unmistakeable symbol of the Leaf.

He coughed again, spilling more blood. He clutched at at a pouch on his belt, pulling a few pills from it and quickly eating them. Blood pills, to be precise. They’d hold him over in the meantime. He let the tomoe fade from his eyes, but oddly enough, his eyes remained crimson in color.

This was a strange land for him. Somewhere he had never been. A moment ago he felt like he was on a battlefield, but the next…he was here? His head hurt, and a thousand questions loomed in his mind. He grit his teeth out of frustration and pain. Someone here had to have the answers, and he was determined to find out who.

The Uchiha stood up, clutching at his heart, as he ever so slowly but steadily stepped…towards the gates of Iwagakure, a trail of his own blood being left in his wake.

[MFT]

[Requesting Entry]

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Kurokawa had yet to become Chunnin and fully get into the duty of manning the gates but that did not exclude her from doing some interning while she waited. Today she had followed the crew on duty around and learned what would be expected of her when she would be assigned here. Not that it was the only job she would have but somehow overseeing the traffic to and from the village spoke to her.

It was a big entry area but the two main entry points were the harbour if you came by sea, and the land entrance. Currently she was strolling around just outside the land entrance, on a break from all the listening and learning. She was told not to walk out of sight since she had no passport but telling a blind person not to walk out of sight is like telling a deaf person to go outside when he hears the fire alarm.

She suddenly heard someone screaming and some pottery being dropped. It sounded similar to her night time mission where she would be tasked with protecting civilians so she rushed to the scene of the crime only to find a bleeding man at the centre of attention. She new he was bleeding cause her inner being was moving around as if excited. By the time she got there the man was working himself to a standing position while holding one hand to his heart. She could hear his irregular heartbeat. A stab wound like that would kill any ordinary man so it would be safe to assume that this guy was a Shinobi, or a Samurai. At least someone with a unique physical prowess.

She would approach with caution, and yet with haste as it was clear that he was in need of medical attention, and fast. Her heart was raising as she got a whiff of the vague scent of iron in the air. Had she not been blind her nose might not have been keen enough to pick it up. She felt as if her inner spirit looked at her with eyes wide open.

If he is an open and shut case he is mine. Such power

And if he is not you stay put!

Her inner dialoge had become commonplace to her by now. She knew that her new companion needed sustenance every once in a while and the stronger the meal was the longer it could wait, but she also knew that they had an understanding that as long as it got fed when possible, it would not go rogue.

"Are you alright sir? Is there anything I can to. Help you in some way"

As she asked she would fish out a bandage and a canteen filled with water.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

"NPC Sango"​

Today was an exciting day for Sango as she would be given the task of tour guide and instructor. As if guarding the gate wasn't already an exciting job, molding the minds of potential gate guards was a high honor to her, even more so then being promoted to senior gate guard. This was her first class of interns and everything was going well until one of her interns sprinted off from the group... her eyes were covered by her band and Sango feared that she might run head first into a tree.

"Santo wait!"

Telling her other more visually inclined interns to stay put, Sango dashed after the girl. Before long they both came upon a frightening seen. A bloodied man rose from the ground with several fresh wounds causing Sango to gasp. The other girl seemed un-phased but then again her eyes were covered. Sango watched the man in awe as her intern approached with caution. She had already taken out bandages and everything and was getting closer to the man. Sango asked herself two questions at that time, what good will those bandages do with such severe wounds and how was this intern going to guard the gate blind Folded??? Both questions would go unanswered for a while as she needed to do something about the situation at hand. There was only one explanation to what they were witnessing right now. Sango would leap in frontof her blind Folded friend and get low into a fighting pose.

"Santo get back, it's a zombie!"

[Npc topic entered]

 

[Ii Hissori]

No matter what anyone said, being Tsuchikage was a largely boring role to play for the village. All day was meetings and dealing with a council that only cared about the bottom line of the village. It was probably best that Hissori did not have to deal with it. A man that was much about keeping the populous happy and keeping the evolution of Iwagakure moving forward. Basically Hissori was the type of leader would have screwed the village for the benefit of his people short term happiness.

Luckily Hissori had his advisors to deal with the sort of budgetary issues that may arise within the village. Still, Hissori had to attend these incredibly boring meetings for him. Or well someone in his place had too. Hissori had become a rather genius idea of putting Buru in his place. Transforming the dog into a copy of himself. It let Buru sit in on the meetings keep charastically quiet taking note for Hissori to later read.

That was what brought the Tsuchikage out into to the Titan Keep port. He had been shopping to collect the bribe that he had to give his intelligent dog in order to get away with his little charade. The large bottle of Lightning Country Tequila, was by Hissori’s side as he sat at the bar in a small shop that Hissori frequented. The man was enjoying a sushi roll of rare seared Kobe beef sushi which was a specialty of the Iron Country. To Hissori dismay, his little get away was interrupted by the scream of civilians. Springing to his feet, The Tsuchikage was off throwing down his payment and running towards the gates.

Within forty five seconds, Hissori was coming up on the group. It seemed as if someone had attacked a person at the gate. Hissori would try to push through the crowd to make it to the circle of Genin and the Uchiha. “What is going on here?” Hissori would say in his kind but secure tone.

Hissori was of course not dressed in the Tsuchikage Robes who were currently on his dog. Instead, he was in a black slacks, a black button down shirt, and white vest and tie. Seeing the bleeding man, he began to roll up his shirt sleeves and moved forward. “The man is hurt. Let me help him." Hissori said towards the rather excited looking ANBU.

"Just relax sir, I am a trained medic.” Hissori would say smiling towards Izura with a slight poking of his fang like canines as the green eyes visually inspected him.

“I can help him Shinobi-chan.” Hissori would tell the man trying to make sure that shinobi who seemed a bit bewildered. Of course, Kurokawa wouldn’t be able to see that the man helping the injured combatant was her Tsuchikage, but the heavy scent of island see-breeze mixed with dog as well as his heavy kirigakurian accent may have been enough to give away who was helping him.

“Lets gets you healed.” Hissori mumbled to himself as his large hand carefully ran over his chest checking for breaks and lacerations. Without feeling much on the surface, Hissori began to think that most of the damage was internal.

“Help him lay down.” He told KuroKawa as he started to try to move Izura to the ground. Once Izura was settled a seal of handsigns would begin to come quickly out of Hissori’s ands as soon his fingers began to glow. Carefully, Hissori slowly touched the rib cage and chest. With a combination of Skeletal Fortification, and Coagulation, Hissori would stop the bleeding and heal any broken bones that may have been affecting the leaf shinobi. Finally, Hissori would pull away and pause a moment before stringing another set of hand signs healing his body fully with mystical force. “There you go. You feel better friend?” The rather famous medic said as he offered a hand to Izura.

“Get up when you feel ready.” Hissori said as he slowly stood and dusted off his pants.​

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

As Kurokawa stood there waiting for an answer the crowd quickly gathered around them. Another girl arrived. Behind her was a seemingly distressed woman yelling out the word Santo at her. Must be her name. The voice identified her as Sango, the person in charge of showing them around which Kurokawa had left behind when break time came. Maybe one of the other interns had joined the crowd.

Suddenly another man arrived who seemed to be a med nin. Many years in stone would mask any remaining scent of island sea breeze, and Kirigakuran accent was not really something Kurokawa knew much about other than it being different. He was definitely a dog person though with that dog smell strong enough to knock out every Inuzuka in Stone. Not that one would mind the smell of dog but still.

The Med nin ordered Kurokawa to help the man down to a more horizontal position, for the healing to be applied and if Iruza was not resisting treatment she would comply.

"I know some basic Med nin jutsu if I can be of assistance."

Not being from the med nin branch she would only know Coagulation and Mystic Hand, but if she could help in any way she would.

 

[Uchiha Izura]

His head hurt. Memories of battle flashed through his mind as if they happened yesterday, but somehow his senses were off, his timing and control….incomplete. Soon enough, he was surrounded by many people. A blind girl, a woman with an odd quirk, and even a medical doctor.

"Just relax sir, I am a trained medic.”

Memories of the violence that had ensued moments ago distracted his thoughts, and he pressed a hand to his forehead. Samurai and shinobi, falling in battle around him. Screams of desperation, anger and pain. Samurai approaching him at all sides, charging with their blades drawn. He deflected their blows…over and over again. His head hurt, his mind reeling. His blade broke at the last second, leaving but one brief moment of weakness. And his heart was run through.

Sensing that the man was about to reach for his chest, Izura pulled away quickly, grabbing and drawing his broken blade, the damaged chisomizue, before getting into a defensive stance. Breathing heavily, he looked over the three shinobi there with his sharingan, before coughing up even more blood onto the ground. Gathering the will to persevere, he dropped his weapon, performing hand signs before placing his hand on the ground. Seals began to unravel on the ground, his blood being used as a catalyst for the technique.



“Kuchiyose no jutsu!”



A blast of white smoke poofed into existence, the wind rushing as the smoke began to quickly clear. A magnificent and large black eagle, adorned with white and violet feathers along her 12 foot wingspan appeared, emanating an aura of healing chakra that enveloped Izura as he leaned against the eagle’s side. Within a matter of seconds, his wounds began to heal at a rapid pace. The eagle let out a protective cry, the cry of freedom! CAW! (lol MURICA)

His sharingan still active, but his mind composed a bit more now, he looked over the group more carefully. The blind girl was probably a shinobi, based on the way she moved. There was no way an ordinary blind person could move the way she did. He put a hand to his forehead. Things still felt…out of place. He still felt a sense of disorientation.

“What country is this?” , he asked, as he looked at them again, suspicion in his eyes. A more trained eye would notice that Izura was still running off of a great deal of adrenaline, clearly residual from whatever battle he had participated in. If it wasn't already obvious from earlier, it was evident now that Izura was an Uchiha.

[MFT]

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

The stranger did indeed resist treatment. Heavy breathing turned heavier still by stress. He didn't trust the people around him. Out of nowhere a giant eagle appeared and took over where Hissori was denied. The man seemed to breath easier with each passing second. He suddenlyput out an inquiry as to his whereabouts. earth country was a big place and one would have to travel a fair distance to end up at the Titan's Keep.

"You came all the way to earth country without knowing where you were? Who are you if I might ask"

She held out her hands in front of her absent weapon. Well she wore gloves but no knives or thrown weapons, and no visible weapons on her either. She presented her palms as if to make a gesture towards the lack of desire to fight. They would first need to determine if this stranger was friend or foe and angering him while he was still in this haze could spur him in the wrong direction. She would also lower her general stature a bit, bending the knees, curving the back. Not So much as to seem crippled but enough to cut a few centimetres from her high to make her seem less intimidating. Not that she was very tall to begin with.

 

[Ii Hissori]

Hissori just sighed a bit. The annoyance of someone serevely injured drew on the Tsuchikage nerves. It was a rather a normal response for people who were suffering from PTSD. The Tsuchikage easily realized this from all the battle survivors he had treated in his nearly twenty years of being a medic.

The puff of grey smoke filled the air as Izura’s summoned a large eagle. Obscuring the emerald green eyes of Hissori pulled one of his hands over eyes to shield himself. As the Eagle cleared the smoke however, Hissori would passively lower his arms as he took a much more passive and relaxed stance.

“You are in the Earth Country, shinobi. At the gates of the village of Iwagakure. My name is Ii Hissori. I am the Tsuchikage of this village. What is your name?” Hissori responded in a friendly tone as he continued to stand there staring up at the leaf shinobi. He would keep an even tone as he continued to try to deal with situation.

“Sir, if you can come here, you are seriously hurt. You are just damaging yourself more by keeping that jutsu up. I can heal you if you can come down here. Are you thirsty, we got some water for you as well?” Hissori told the shinobi glancing at Kurokawa for the water bottle.

“You probably are suffering from some internal damage. I can heal it if you want to live.” Hissori would simply state again as he stood there not being threatening in between the two other shinobi he was with.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

"NPC Sango"​

Sango watched as everyone including the leader of the village who showed only moments after she did, ignored her zombie theory and attempted medical aid to the badly wounded man. To much of everyone's surprise, he reacted to their help in a distrustful hastily manner. Despite their efforts to not make Sudden movements, the man reacted in much of a manner as a badly wounded animal, unable to identify friend or foe. He however Summoned a giant bird and found safety and comfort in doing such. His consciousness was fading and his behavior unpredictable to say the least. None of the others seemed threaten but Sango was trained to handle these situations as an emergency and consider her kage's and young girl's safety first. Leaping away from the bird and now clearing smoke, Sango range up dispatch on her Headset.

"Santo! Judee, Gurren at Titan's Keep Northwest sector, potential hostile requesting diplomacy."

"*Judee opporator* Roger Gurren Titans Keep northwest sector that's a good copy. Sending information to the nearest opperatives. Noblesse Oblige, I prey for your continuous service as a protector of this nation."

With that Sango would stand on the ready supporting both her fellow Stoners.

[Amaya enters next post]

 

[Uchiha Izura]

Izura looked Hissori in the eyes with a studying gaze, his eyes quickly glancing at the blind girl and the clearly worried Sango as they all peppered him with questions and mentions of concern for his wounds. A few moments of time passed as he continued to warily study the trio for any hostile intent, but he eventually decided to trust them, taking a deep breath and sighing. He smiled in response to them, a wave of relief washing over his face as he lifted a hand, dispersing his eagle summon and responding in kind to their questions.

“Yasha….”

He grabbed the end of the ninja bandages on his right arm, unravelling it with a few rotations before wrapping it around his left bicep. More blood dripped down his body onto the ground as he did so, but at the very least it looked like Izura was stable.



“….Uchiha Izura. Leaf shinobi…and Lord of the Land of Rain.”

He then looked at Sango and the blind girl again, chuckling to himself a bit at Sango’s odd quirk of saying ‘santo’ all the time. He couldn’t help but poke fun at her for it, pretending that ‘santo’ was a person.



“It’s alright, you can call off whoever ‘Santo’ and Judee are. I surrender peacefully.”

Grabbing at his sleeve, he pulled it down, casting aside numerous weapons, pouches, and scrolls from concealment behind his outer garment. Underneath, his body was covered in white bandages, tinted with the color of a light film of dust, dried, old blood, and fresh, scarlet blood. Kunai, senbon, explosive notes, and other ninja tools clattered to the ground as he did so, ending with him drawing a kusarigama, letting it clang to the ground as well. When he was finished, he would pull his sleeve back up again, letting the coat cover the numerous bandages covering his body.

Still holding his relieved smile, he placed his left fist against his chest, his right hand placed in the small of his back, and made a polite bow towards Hissori.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I….”

He placed his right index and middle fingers to his own forehead, closing his eyes for but a moment. His head hurt, like there was a building pressure there. A side effect of the long term stasis. Opening them again, he temporarily held a blank stare, as if in deep thought.



“…have many questions. But they can wait, Tsuchikage-sama. As I’m sure yours can as well.”

His sharingan remained active. Even if the three in front of him were not hostile, that didn't mean that the area was necessarily safe. There was a reason he was here, and not in the Land of Fire, and he wasn't about to let his guard down completely now. He knew that it was a risk: if any of the three knew about the sharingan, they'd know that his eyes were a weapon in and of themselves. Keeping them active wouldn't exactly be akin to disarmament, but it was a risk Izura was willing to take.

[MFT]

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

Kurokawa tilted her head to the right as many weapons began to cling when hitting the rocky footing they were all standing on. She didn't care much for sharingan, due to her not being able to perceive them but dropping them like they were mere weapons would be a horrid sight anyway so if she herself had the ability to see she would be glad that Izura did not do that.

Someone would already be on their way. Rapid response was not something uncommon in stone, though Kurokawa did not know what difference requesting diplomacy had over requesting simple backup. Then again someone running around saying Santo all day could very well have her own way of requesting assistance.

Kurokawa decided to stand idle for the most part until she was ordered otherwise. Quirky or not Sango was still a superior albeit a confused one, but more pressing was that the Tsuchikage, head of all shinobi was present. Following his lead would be highest priority for a genin like herself. Now that the stranger, who presented himself as Uchiha Izura, had dropped all weapons and dispelled his giant bird she was ready to engage once more, in whichever way deemed necessary by the Tsuchikage.

 

[Ii Hissori]

“Well Izura-san. Welcome to Iwagakure, and maybe now you can come down here so we can get you some help.” The leader said in a friendly manner. Of course Hissori was always glad to avoid conflict especially with so many civilians around that could be hurt if a fight were to have broken out at the gates. Still the man showed off a bit of brashness when he started to rain down from the man summons. Luckily no one was below it or someone could have ended up hurt.

“ANBU-chan, do you mind to call the Hospital and inform them we will be having a severely injured combatant coming in shortly.” Hissori said as he moved closer to the leaf shinobi in order to see if he was already to be transported.

“Do you feel okay, Can you stand and walk? Where does it hurt?” The doctor against in the standard doctor tone that probably so many people were use to dealing with. The man would then let out a low drawn out sigh before freezing at the site of Izura looking like he was having a brain hemorrhage. This man defiantly needed a visit to the hospital and quickly. For the villages sake though, he had to be processed.

Turning towards the Genin in the area, Hissori felt like rewarding him. “Shinobi-san. I never learned your name, but you did great today. I haven’t seen you at the gates before do you know how to properly process someone to enter them into the village? You know, asking them their name, where they come from, if they have a passport, and how long they are staying? That stuff. Why don’t you process this man, and we can get him on the way to get healed.” Hissori told the genin in a kind way.

Spoiler

MTf 290+ words
TLUS with Izura to go to the hospital after Kurokawa processes and grants him access!

 

[Hashigaki Kurokawa]

[OOC: Rewarding him?]

"Yes I have been through that already"

She picked out a scroll from her belt pouch molded some chakra and put her hand on it.

"Okay so lets get this over with."

Kurokawa would proceed with the regular boring questions and go through them as fast as Izura could answer them. She would log his name, what weapons he had with him, and where he came from. Everything that she said, and everything Izura answered with would form itself as chakra lines in the paper, readable to those who can read by sensing chakra.

Part of processing Izura was giving him temporary residence permission which could be made permanent once he had been formally accepted into the village. For now they just needed the regular info to allow him entry so they could get him to the hospital. She figured it would be important to note what weapons this guys brought into stone and she also elected to note that he was using bird summons. At this point she was not sure what would be needed as this guy did not have a passport, or a desired time of departure.

After noting everything of worth she folded up the scroll and attempted to help Izura get towards the hospital. If allowed she would use a Coagulation jutsu and Mystic hand to make sure the wounds would not get worse while they moved. Eventually the called medical help would come and take over and Kurokawa would return to the Gate office to hand in her report. It was her first actual processing.

[MFT]
[WC: 261]
[OOC: Welcome to stone]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

"NPC Sango"​

Sango would nod to her Kage's request and would immediately inform the hospital of the situation. She kept her eyes on the man who seemingly had calmed down and requested that she call off the back up. It was in reason considering he had disarmed fully. She however would not have time to because as she keyed up on her mIke, a hand would rest on shoulder.

"Captain Santo!"

"Ill take it from here Sango. You were giving a tour correct? Don't keep them waiting..."

"Roger that Captain!"

With the arrival of Amaya, Sango had her orders and the situation was but handled. Amaya observed from the distance, not interacting with what was going on for her priority was the safety of both capable shinobi in front of her and to act as a secondary deterrent to her kage in case of mishaps. The man bearing the uchiha crest seemed to be reasonable. Dark hair and eyes as strange as Akashi's but different. She would take a mental note of all she observed here today as it would be needed when she filed her report. Hissori was completely hands on and a young shinobi girl wearing a blind fold was too doing her part. Amaya would observe the girl as she preformed the proper gate procedures. She was taught well and Amaya found her method interesting to say the least as she did all of this while blind folded. Amaya would not interrupt the girl even though she could not read was being scribed by chakra, however, the proper questions were asked. The girl would then go to help Hissori with the battered and bruised foreigner while Amaya kept a watchful eye for sudden movements. Distrust was an occupational qwerk that all anbu acquired over time.

[NPC topic left]
[PC Topic Entered/ Topic Left with Hissori, Kurokawa, and Izura]
[Access granted/ escorting to hospital]
[ooc: see you in hospital, welcome to Stone]

 

[Uchiha Izura]

“Yasha Uchiha Izura. Kusarigama, Chisomizue, Kunai….” The list would continue. Izura had quite the arsenal of weaponry on him. Enough to sustain him for a long, drawn out battle. Place of origin…. “The Land of Rain. It’s where I was raised, although I was born in Konoha along it’s border.”

He let Kurokawa use her medical jutsu to heal him, even though he knew that most of the physical damage was superficial at this point. More importantly, his senses seemed way out of tune. The stasis had rendered his body unresponsive to the same movements he had been used to in the past. It was now much harder to concentrate, and it was difficult for him to retain his old range of motion.

“To be honest, I feel…off. But I guess we’ll find out what’s truly wrong once I get back to the hospital, right?”



He smiled again, grateful for the Tsuchikage’s hospitality.

Not far from where he stood, he noticed Sango greet Amaya in a very respectful, albeit somewhat hilarious fashion. The way she added “Santo” to every utterance was just downright silly, in Izura’s mind. He smiled at her greeting to ‘Captain Santo’ , but as he turned his attention to Amaya, his amused smiling face transitioned to that of curiosity. This was the first time Izura had met Amaya, and he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Apart from the scar on her face, she was quite the beautiful kunoichi. The way Sango treated her made it evident that she was in charge, and Izura took the opportunity of that moment to sear her visage into his memory. Every detail and peculiarity, memorized with the use of his sharingan. If she turned to look him directly in the eye, naturally, he’d avert his gaze.

But he had a feeling that they’d meet again, and this was just the beginning of something bigger than any of them could come to expect.



[Topic Left]



[Entering Village]



[MFT 321]

 

[Ii Hissori]

OOC: Thread continued here: https://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=579&t=49301