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Ninpocho Chronicles

Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.

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.

Current Ninpocho Time:

Engagement PARTY (Yamazaki,Toraono & Friends)

The Steward was late to arrive, but he did so stylishly. At the very least he came dressed for the occasion. A white flash bypassed through the Grand Palasis as the Steward went to his destination being the facility which held the engagement party. The Steward once at the door stopped. His metallic frame was bulkier as he was experimenting with the mark two model. The Steward's eyes beneath the yellow lenses narrowed as he reached for the door knob. He stopped. No. The knob would break too easily, and so he decided to power down the mark two. The armour design began to phase out leaving the Steward in his mark one. The Steward looked himself over as he wore a tuxedo. This tuxedo had cost him quite some yen. Who knew that formal wear was so expensive?

The Steward this time reached for the door with metallic hands that were about a quarter size smaller in size. He turned the knob and opened the door to the great ball room. The first thing the Steward experienced was panic. There were quite a few people present, a lot more than the Christmas party he had some time ago. I don't like crowds of the magnitude. Perhaps it would be best if I ... back away and leave. The Steward then realized that he was thinking and in that Kuro would have already detected his thoughts. The Steward was going to turn away and leave, except he found himself being pushed into the room by some huge hulking force. The Steward turned to find Kitchenzilla at his side. The mechanical lizard let out a wood and nudged him in with her massive muzzle. "Alright girl. Alright. I'm ... going in. I'm late, but at least I'm fashionable." The Steward said as he straightened his blue tie and tried not to seem ... out of place.
 
The conversation with Nori and Harupia went smoothly, the two perhaps going to cooperate with one another to create a masterpiece of sorts. Suzuhime seemingly being brushed out of the conversation though she would soon be addressed again, still not used to the title she was to receive upon getting married. 'Milady' or 'Lady Toraono'. Both names she was not used too. Believing first things first.

"Please, just call me Suzuhime-san. I'm not Toraono yet. Nor would I be 'Lady Toraono' that belongs to Kuro's mother."

She would smile as if it was no big deal. As if she weren't constantly in a mental battle with herself trying to figure out what really made her Suzuhime. She wouldn't let her bother her for now.

Their little meeting being intruded upon by none other then he brother, her cutesy niece, and... Itami... What in the world was he thinking bringing her? She was already very upset with Iori, but he found it a good idea to bring the other object of her hate right in front of her in a large room full of people? Dammit Iori... however she had to act as if nothing was wrong. So she would curtsy to her older brother, gently taking the box he held out to her. Ignoring how inappropriately intimate he began to get with his boon. She would take the box in her hands. Looking at the intricate craftsmanship. It sure was uncle Tetsuo's work... however now was not the time to be decorating herself with jewelry. The royal convoy should be arriving soon. Next was Chizuru, who seemed to be in a rush to play with the one of the servant's daughters. Oh well...kids will be kids. When Suzuhime turned away, she saw one of Kuro's separate bodies pull Iori away, Suzu having a sinking feeling about what it was. And it seemed Itami was pulled away by another Kuro. A small pang of rage resonated from within her spirit. She didn't know why... something was off...

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'That no good two timing! Argh! I'll give him a piece of my mind after I slap the piss out of him!'

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Suzuhime could hear a voice in her head before it vanished. The conversation she and Kuro were having with Haru and Nori still going on. Making a comment of how she could make an excellent model. Blushing lightly, a light pink contrasting to her pale face as she looked away for a moment. The royalty of the Toraono finally arriving, Azame making her way over to Suzuhime with her daughters. Seemingly accepting Suzuhime as she was dragged away to their seats for the event. Suzuhime would make a motion for Azame to listen.

"Lady Azame, before this day is finished, I have a single favor to ask of you as your to-be daughter in law."

Suzuhime would pause, remembering her death warrant she was about to sign herself.

"I challenge you to hand to hand combat. I feel I was let off much to easy, and I feel insulted. So I wish to redeem my own honor. I will not take no for an answer."

Suzuhime's face steeled, she knew that Azame was proficient with a blade. But how good was her Taijutsu? Probably still very good. But this was closure that Suzuhime needed.

"Perhaps we could call it the entertainment for the evening?"​
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Those cold, endearing and shameless fingertips traced up her arm as Itami's hair stood on end at the touch. Bumps crawling along her flawless skin in embarrassment as he insisted they went to meet with the lucky couple. Itami's eyes looked deeply at Iori at the idea. He knew very well of her silent disposition with the bride and perhaps he was testing her very ways with this. Black blood that bubbled under her skin at the thought of the way Suzuhime's eyes watched her. Perhaps, it was less of how Itami felt about Suzuhime, but rather how Ikkadan felt about her.

Mommy this! Mommy that! Mommy! Mommy!

Itami's upper lip raised in a snarl under her breath for a moment. It was a over-lapping voice that Iori would be familiar with. That alienated voice he would have heard deep in the catacombs of the hospital: "Vilis mulier..." She cursed--or did she? The voice was not her own, but rather a dark spirit deep within her that she constantly let seep and take over her soul with every consumption of foreign and dark chakra she consumed. The voice that overlapped hers was none other than a demon's that possessed her body from her addiction. I did not speak Sunan, but rather the language of a totally different world. A world full of predators and ghouls that fed on the innocent--and now, because it took over her very spirit, Itami had the same habits.

She was becoming nothing but a puppet. A servant to it's desires. She was being brought to her knees without even knowing it. With Suzuhime holding celestial-like blood, the demon inside Itami hissed and crouched in hate. If ever asked why Itami hated her, she wouldn't come up with an answer. There was no answer that she was aware of--oh no. She hated her because her soul--her demon--despised her benevolent behavior.

The two, outrageously giant in size, moved across the ballroom, Itami folding her hands in front of her as her emerald eyes glowed a sweet green and she gave a reluctant smile to Suzuhime--who didn't even look at her. Iori handing her a gift as Itami watched their movements carefully--her eyes trailing behind herself towards Nani who moved in to play with Chizuru. She was a beautiful child. Fresh. Young. Sweet. Perfect, really.

Itami's attention snapped back as Haru--whatever his name was--spoke to her and Iori. "I'm offended, Haru-Sama." Itami said as she waved to Chizuru who hopped off. Iori's hands still wandering around her lovingly. "Doctor Kanashimi Itami--we met before my surgery." She'd say with that addictive charm as she reached out her hand to shake his. "I stole your book." She joked, a bright and artistic smile crossing her face. "A pleasure to finally see you. Orange is a good color on y----ooooou!" She blurted out the last half as a creature grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the group.

Stumbling over the tall heels, and tripping a few times, Itami found herself in a chair at one of the various tables lined with blood-red table clothes and crystal decor. "My dear sir--!" She questioned as he interrupted her with a long slur of information. Haku---juu....what? Itami blinked a few times as she stared at the beast before her. Hyaku, a demonbeast king possessing Kuro.

And he called her a predator.

"Hyakujuuonou!" The double voice exclaimed, effortlessly, "Such a beast can detect my presence, ahhh?" Her voice slurred and hissed as she leaned forward towards him with a sly grin on her face. "I am a Nǚ Guǐ." She hissed, her eyes dropping down for a moment to giggle. A Nǚ Guǐ was the most sly and vicious of the supernatural. Belonging to the Oni family, they are vengeful spirits who were females who committed suicide in a red dress after being wronged in their life--sexually abused, for example--and they come back to possess vulnerable women. Itami's sickening power of "sucking" the "souls" from people coming from the Nǚ Guǐ, who are famous for such wrong doings--as well as seducing to receive the chakra of their victims.

"But, my love, this is no place to be discussing such....sensitive mannerisms....hm?" She giggled again--that seductive succubus giggle as her eyes traced around the ballroom for a moment. "Another time." She would say before standing her eyes looking towards Iori as she smiled and waved to him playfully. "Take your time." She would mouth to him as she moved, running her hand over Hyaku's shoulder slowly before moving away from them.

[OCC: Don't forget to check my signature for the Nǚ Guǐ's voice/laugh (Two Links). :D!]
 
Eyes drawn from the small beam of light that dared enter the room, curtains almost completely closed over and dust particles danced freely with every small motion. Ikka, whom had been induced in a speedy recovery process from his mother Suzuhime, was laying in bed adopting the new-found love for these extra strong pain killers in his life. It had been a month, maybe two, since the boy had been taken over by the virus that was Tessu and struck down by his own family. And unfortunately, due to the volume of time Ikka had, wasting away in a drugged state, he was able to reflect continually on the moment where he assumed control over his own body... And he remembered Iori's face, something that'd he would never forget.

But the day at come, and the servants had given him the all-clear to leave his bed, so with tired muscles and lazy bones the boy managed to swing himself from a stationary position to the edge of his bed. Ikka would hold himself, hands on his knees, upper body arched forward as he sucked in the air; which ultimately made him feel dizzy, along with being nauseous.

It took Ikkadan a good hour before he was ready, bandaged up from his stomach to his neck, arms seemed frail but yet still muscular. He was dressed in his regular Toraono attire, an yellow splatter-printed styled shirt, open to reveal his bandaged air, an orange rope belt that was tied behind his big in one large knot and simple black trousers that fitted gently against his skin. Oh, and wooden sandals, bitches can't roll without wooden sandals. Hazily, the orange zest haired boy would make his way from his quarters to the meeting point, which was an immaculately, elaborately and beautifully dressed ballroom. It felt so grand, so formal and so lush that even the tiniest hint of commonness would result in the expulsion of the poor.

Too many people, too many introductions, so he just stayed quiet. However, in his hand was a small box, which contained a present for his mother and father. Inside was a set of necklaces, one jeweled with a red stone and the other with a lighter shade of brown and concealed within these stones would be a small emblem of chakra. Of course, it wasn't actually chakra, but it did indeed look fairly like the energy.

It was a simple gift, one that the salary of a Chuunin could only afford.

[Wow, rubbish post on my part. Hazy me, apologies!]
 
Iori would let Itami re-introduce herself to Harupia, chuckling softly as it seems that they had met previously before she had become perfect. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, and thank you for your compliments." He would say to Haru, offering him a hand before turning his attention back to Kuro. Before anything more could be said a clone of his would come from nowhere and forcibly pull Itami away from him, the man able to hide his displeasure with surprise as his date was taken away without even asking her, wondering how the head of such a prestigious family could be so rude. He would straighten his jacket once the man released him, wondering what he could possibly want to talk about now. Of course he wasn't surprised at the subject, though he could have picked a better time to bring it up.

"A chainsaw? That's a bit much isn't it?" The man would laugh, tucking a lock of his red hair behind his ear. "He came to my home and tried to kill me, caught me in the chest with four kunai and would have finished me off if it wasn't for Itami. She fought him off as best as she could until I was able to get a saw from one of my maids and managed to strike him while he wasn't paying attention. I was absolutely scared out of my wits, I never thought that something like that would happen...I would've died that night if it wasn't for her..." The man would close his eyes and shudder as he recalled the memory, a hand moving to rest on his forehead.

Looking up he would stop Itami getting free of the other Kuro, a smile returning to his lips as he looked at the one before him. "We should talk about this more some other time, today is supposed to be a celebration, right? If you'll excuse me..." He would say, patting Kuro on the shoulder before making his way to Itami, offering her an arm as his smile brightened. "Excuse me, miss. I was wondering if you would do me the honor of joining me for a dance?" He would ask, wondering what she had discussed with the other Kuro.
 
Sudden the stuffed animals drop their trays and huddled in a circle. They spoke to each other in voices only Nani could hear, but they were in such hush tones that she could barely make out the words. Nani looks a little confused not sure what was going on. “I think you gave them an idea or something.”

Maho and Maha, the two rabbit agreed with Nani’s new friend. They would love to put on a show for they always like to play and show off. Teddy places her paws on her mouth and shakes her head. She did not mind being a prop for a game, but an actress for a show; she was far too shy for that. Mimi the Raggedy Ann slaps Teddy on the pack telling her to man up and be brave. Teddy just looks at Mimi and tells her that it’s easy for her to say. Mimi then suggests a tournament, a battle royal between the five of them. She spoke joyously with both arm stretch out wide. Teddy faints from Mimi’s suggestion and falls lifelessly to the ground. Teddy was not a fighter. Maho through the idea for using one of the trays as a wing and Maha agrees. Tora remarks that the tray is too small for a battle between all of them and suggests one on one battles. Mimi crosses her arms and kicks the air saying that’s no fun, but the two bunnies agreed. Mimi was out voted.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Maho and Maha stand on a tray and gets into a fighting stance. It would seem they volunteered to go first. Nani sits down and invites Chizuru to do the same. “From what I can tell they are going to perform a fighting tournament for us. Please have a seat.”
 
Chizuru watched with interest as the plushies talked amongst themselves and decided on a new game altogether. She couldn’t help but to wonder just how all of this was being performed. She was familiar with puppets and the many uses one could perform with them. She herself took care of the three in her own home, but they were like any other puppet with such jerky movements and absolutely no grace. These plushies moved with such life and vigor! Needless to say, the scientific genius girl was absolutely amazed by what she was witnessing. A fighting tournament sounded like a grandiose idea to her since she liked to watch others fight.

“Oh that is a wonderful idea. I would love to watch!”

She claps with delight and beams with glee. For the moment she had completely forgotten about what was happening around her as far as the fact that they were at an engagement party. Right now she was just going to lose herself with Nani and her plushie friends.
 
Harupia blinked as the notion of insulting the lady, but as she introduced herself further, a small light bulb flared up inside of his mind. His face quickly turning into an expression of pure surprise, but also great delight he would say "I remember! It was such a long time ago... And I can see much has changed for the...better?" he would be somewhat interrupted as Kuro firmly pulled Itami away to the side...while Kuro pulled Iori to the side as well...While still standing next to his bride to be. Erm...alright then. He guessed that this was one of the many talents the Sunan Tiger had up his sleeves... He was a jovial man, but he never wished to find himself on his bad side.

After the distraction faded away, he would turn back to the engaged pair, Kuro making the suggestion of her being quite a model...to her apparent embarrassment. With a chuckle he would say "I will allow myself to be as bold as to agree with you Kuro-san. Your fiancé is a truly beautiful women. One which deserves all my effort to represent truly in a sculpture. I doubt I would be able to complete a worthy sculpture on this day...but starting one here, and then working not he details until it is completed, that is certainly a possibility. If Suzuhime-san will agree of course" he said with a nod, referring to her as she wished it beforehand.

A slew of new guests arrived, the most notable being the rest of the Toranao family, who of course also came to greet the soon to be wed couple. Quite an entourage they brought with themselves, including dancers...which had assumed the forms of both Suzuhime and... Kuro's mother. Now, they looked differently then the real women due to the hair...still, seeing the bride to be and the grooms mother dance was something...unexpected. But what came next had been even more surprising, as Suzuhime challenged Azame to a fight. A hand to hand match. His eyes opened wide, he would turn to Kuro and say in as polite of a voice he could "Erm...I can see you family has quite...exotic traditions, Kuro-san..." after which he finished his wine glass. This was a twist of events he did not expect.
 
Azame smiled at Suzuhime before removing her armor laced Kimono to reveal a light silk fighting gi before beginning to wrap her hands, wrists, feet and shins. "You have quite the spirit within you but then again that just reinforces that my son made the right choice in a wife to be. None of my daughters have ever beaten me in combat, armed, or unarmed, although Shiro has come very close. I will not give you any warning, just know that I hope you will enjoy this match as much as me."

Demon Kuro bonked himself on the head, but luckily his mother had not decided to go full nude traditional Toraono combat but then again she just might. "Oh no Suzuhime, please don't do this, Mother is not a traditional fighter.... Oh yes Harupia-san we have a great many ancient traditions."

Hyakujuuonouu released control of Sanryougan Kuro and all at once Kuro noticed that there was a great deal of spiritual activity going on in the chamber, especially within and around Itami. Sharingan Kuro nodded to Iori as he stepped away to dance with Itami whom oddly was with Sanryougan Kuro for a moment before their full mental link returned. He quickly stepped close to them again as they began to dance with each other and spoke in a tone so that only they could hear him. "I understand Iori, one must defend themselves the best they know how. I could not pierce the mind of the spirit that possessed him but I did manage to remove and imprison it. I am certain you can get along with your nephew now without fear of a possessed attack. "<i></i> Sharingan Kuro slipped away as the pulse of vision from his spirit sight emerged, ((What was going on with Itami, she radiated much too much spirit energy))

Demon Kuro was being embarrassed by both his future wife and his mother as they prepared to engage in combat. There was a pulse of dark energy outside of the Grand Ballroom, Kuro took a deep breath to settle his mind as he took up defensive points around the chamber. That was the only problem with gathering nobles in a single chamber someone always wanted to take advantage and stage an attack not knowing how deeply destructive and dangerous the family they chose to attack really was.

Demon Kuro stood next to Sousuke with smile as he looked over his suit, "You look good Sousuke-ni-san I am hoping you can stow your beautiful suit as it seems we are being surrounded by assassins. I intercepted their thoughts just recently and there appears to be three dozen assassins after my mother, Itami, Iori, Suzuhime, and anyone who gets in their way. There are currently seventy four people gathered in this room thirty eight of which are capable fighters. We will do our best to make this look like a staged combat show. Are you and Kitchenzilla in on this portion of the party?"
 
She could feel it. Not Suzu. Amaterasu. She could feel, and almost even taste the evil energy that radiated off of Itami. It made her hiss inwardly. Suzu somewhat confused as to what her body was doing. Smiling over at Ikkadan when he arrived looking like a bandaged dandy. The servants certainly did their job well. Ignoring Iori and Itami as she was about to begin her confrontation with Azame. Ignoring Harupia's comment of the 'exotic' traditions, or Kuro's plea to not fight her. She imagined that Azame wouldn't exactly fight fairly. She was a warrior, and ever battle was 'to the death.' While she hoped that was not the case, Azame would most likely give her a sound thrashing before the battle was over. Taking into account Kuro's worries, it seems this was no holds barred. So Suzu wouldn't play fair either. Suzuhime withdrawing a kunai, her fighting jacket, and her own bandages. Using the kunai to cut the dress she had been wearing down the middle of the legs, for more fluid movement. Removing the top piece to reveal the bandages she had wrapped tightly around her chest. Swiftly putting on her coat to where most of the bare skin on her body was hidden beneath it. Leaving her collar and midriff exposed. Kicking off the shoes she had been wearing for the event, some of her personal troupe of servants coming to withdraw them from the fight. She would wrap her hands, wrists, feet, and shins like Azame. But she doubted they would work much. Clenching her fist tightly, a black flame would sprout from Suzuhime's hand. Indicating the corruption of the technique that became her niche next to her martial arts. Suzuhime knew many styles, and incorporated most of them into her fighting. Switching between styles as the fight would progress. She had her plan, and she didn't say they couldn't use jutsu either. So this probably would be their entertainment for tonight. While Suzuhime was glad Azame wasn't going nude in-front of this crowd, which would mean she would have had to as well, she would have done it to get her closure. The room went much quieter as they prepared for their fight. Guests looking on as they knew the bride-to-be and her future mother in law were...fighting? Well, they were about to fight. She could already feel people betting on how badly Suzu would be beaten by Azame. In truth, Suzuhime believed she would lose, rather quickly at that. Kuro managed to defeat Suzu in a single blow, so she would need to remain light on her feet and not all in aggression if she would last for more then a minute. In the stunning silence of the ballroom Suzuhime would exhale, lifting her leg high into the air, displaying her flexibility, then bringing it down sharply behind her. Seemingly shaking the ground as her foot was brought down. While she didn't intend to break the tile, it wouldn't seem to matter as this fight would seem like quite a violent one. She didn't expect mercy, especially with Azame. Suzuhime would call out to Azame after she brought her leg down to shatter the tile beneath.

"We can discuss the winner's reward, and the loser's punishment later, correct?"

Be the best, beat the rest seemed to be a common credo of the Toraono in terms of battle. And if Suzuhime were to inherit that name, she will adhere to that. She didn't intend to the be the best. She wanted to cement her position in the family. And she wanted to prove herself. The only bad that could come from this fight his being hospitalized again. But Suzuhime was used to that by now. Suzuhime would finish her stance, holding her hands level with her heart, her elbows level with her ribs. Kuro would recognize this as the same style she originally used against him. Xing Yi Quan. The black flames that radiated off her dainty bandaged hands giving off an aura of dread. Of corruption. If Suzuhime so much as grazed Azame she would feel it's affects, much like Kuro had. All of the things that made her a warrior would be slowly sapped from her. But she couldn't be aggressive yet. She needed to sit back and analyze, study her attack pattern and fight accordingly.​
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The battle between Maho and Maha soon begins. Tora kicks a tray which sounded like a gong. With the sound of the first bell the two charged at each other. Maha swings low to sock Maho in the stomach, but Maho evades by leap frogging over Maha’s head. Maho lands on one foot and pivots around to swat Maha’s fluffy white tail.

The little white rabbit’s ears shot straight up into the air and her feet slightly left the ground. She spins around and shakes her fist angrily at Maho’s improper advances. The brown bunny responds by slapping her knee. Maho’s head bobbed and body jerked around as if he was laughing hysterically. While her twin sister is busy laughing, Maha does down punch thus making Maho’s head clang again the floor.

Mimi stands right outside of the ring with her arms flailing. She was punching and kicking the air trying to coach what the rabbits to do. She did not want to see this slap stick routine; she wanted to see some action. If she did not see someone body slam the other into the ground soon, she was going to enter the ring herself.

Seeing Mimi’s eagerness to fight Nani reaches into her bag searching for her other scroll. She had the perfect opponent for Mimi. One who is just as much of a fighter, but in a more elegant way. Mimi focused on winning through sheer determination, while this one focused his fighting style into an art through skill. Nani finds the scroll and summons a plush artic fox in front of her.
 
You’d think someone that owned a two headed dog wouldn’t be so surprised or impressed, but you’d be dead wrong. Chizuru was blow away by what she was witnessing and highly entertained by it. She was cheering the plushie bunnies on and clapping at their antics. And to think she had not even wanted to come to this engagement party because she thought there was just going to be a bunch of grown-ups and formal things happening. Oh how delightfully wrong she was.

“This is so wonderful! Thank you very much Miss Nani, you’ve made this party much more enjoyable for me.”

Of course Chizuru was unaware of the challenge that Suzuhime proposed as well as the impending danger that perhaps may be looming thanks to some would be assassins. She was well equipped if she had to fight and she would no doubt protect Nani if need be. She was also unaware of how quiet it was getting so it may have sounded quite awkward when she suddenly yells out.

“Kick his bunny butt! Or…or her?”

She wasn’t quite sure on the genders of the plushie bunnies.
 
The Steward looked about and tried to figure out how best to ... enter one of the many conversations at hand and be social. The Steward listened and watched. Toys fighting. Azame and the immigrant preparing to fight. There was a lot of fighting going on. The Steward looked down at his feet. How absurd. Who knew that such an event would be so violent?

The Steward soon enough was greeted by a more demonic appearing Kuro. The Steward was given pause for a moment. Kuro's sudden appearance caught him off guard. What more surprised Sousuke was what Kuro had said. The Steward was speechless for quite a while. His silence was unnatural and prolonged. "Cat got my tongue... or that's how the saying goes. I've never seen cats grab tongues. Why would they do so?"<i></i> The Steward finally broke the silence with an expression he didn't get. The Steward exchanged glances with Kitchenzilla. The creature let out a whimper. "Kitchenzilla was not built for combat, she was built to keep me company and to expand upon my ability to connect to things in a social manner."<i></i> The Steward spoke calmly and coolly.

The number of assassins in the room troubled the Steward. They were trained, but was the Steward trained better than they were? That of course was the question. The Steward took off the blazer coat, and undid his tie. He gave both to Kitchenzilla who just happened to have his lab coat store in her back pack. The Steward placed the coat on and nodded his head. "I suppose it would be a good time to mention that I have not been ... blooded? I think that is the term for people trained but not ... mmm experienced in actual life or death fighting. I think the term is more reserved for gladiators though. "<i></i> The Steward merely shrugged. "I am confident in my training being better than theirs. Your mother does mean a lot to me, as she was my one of my favourite teachers."<i></i>
 
The woman seemed to be straightened out for the most part. Her body returning to her own control--as far as she knew--as she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and watched the people around the room with longing eyes. People waltzing around with one another in such a gorgeous behavior.

Itami stood on the edge of the dance floor, her hands folded in front of her as she smiled blissfully and wishfully at the couples that twirled so lovingly. They were all in such perfect sync--beautiful creations. Lovely ladies in long and short beautiful dresses. Red hair, black hair, brown hair, blonde hair--curls, straight, short, long, wavy. Pale, tan, dark, blemished, flawless, soft, rough. All unique in their own personally desired bodies. Someone out there desired them for their features.

Wasn't that just beautiful?

An arm nudged her own, turning her head towards the man who had approached her. A familiar face, with that sharpened smile looked down at her, his arm perched out for her to take. Itami smiled, pulling the pink ribbon from around her waist as she looked at him knowingly. Tying the ribbon over her eyes, Itami would take his arm to be lead to the dance floor.

It wasn't an unusual habit for people that knew the woman well enough. There were things that she had learned when she was blind that she simply could not do with the hinderance of sight. Things such as baking, cooking, dancing, riding and fighting were things she learned to do by sense of smell, touch, and sound. When sight came into play, the senses she used to do those things were depleted, making her not-so-skilled anymore.

After being lead, Itami's sweet rosy smile would spread as she took the position and let Iori lead the way. Her body twirling around with him as she smiled and giggled with that sudden feeling of being a princess. A beautiful childhood dream that she had never really had a chance to have.

Twirling. Twirling. Twirling. Twi--

What the hell was that?

Itami stumbled, stoping herself from moving as her hands raised to her head. Her head pounded violently and viciously as she clutched the side of her head in sudden pain. Her upper lip rising as she let out a low-toned snarl, and her blindfolded head whipped in the direction of the females who had all just entered the room. The benevolent aura they gave off pissed off the Nǚ Guǐ who snarled again in repentance.

But Itami fought back. Had Iori taken a closer look, he might notice the dim blue light flickering on and off under the blindfold. Her hands reached for her head again as she dropped her head and her hair fell over her face, and she'd push herself away from Iori, shoving through the crowds of people as she made her way for the door, occasionally a hiss escaping her lips as she pulled her way out the door of the building, and threw herself into a carriage--demanding a ride back home.

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Iori didn't bat an eye when the woman blindfolded herself, leading her out to the dance floor. An arm wrapped around her slim waist as he pulled her close, taking the lead as they danced along with the music. Only a few words passed between them, idle flirts and sweet nothings whispered in her ear, just enjoying her presence in his arms. As the music slowed so would their steps, pulling her closer to his body, face inches from hers. Everyone else just faded away as he looked down into her eyes, that sharp grin spreading on his lips. All was perfect...and so of course it wouldn't last. He was broken out of his stupor as the woman pulled away from him, holding her head as if stricken with a sudden pain. "Itami? What's wrong?" he would ask, perplexed by her sudden behavior. As he reached out to her he would catch that blue light through the blindfold, pulling his hand back as he realized that it may be more serious than he thought. As she left the building he followed, stopping once he reached the door as eyes slid over to Chizuru. He hesitated for a moment...before he turned to walk towards the girl and her new friend.

"Excuse me, Chizuru..." he would begin to say, pausing as he noticed the stuffed animals fighting before them. It was a curious thing, but his smile returned as he saw how happy his daughter was. It almost pained him to pull her away. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but something came up and I have to get back home. Do you want to stay here and maybe have your Aunt bring you back home later?" He would ask, deciding it would be best to let her decide. After all, she was a very capable young woman and he would hate to pull her away from the friend she just made.
 
And so it would seem, it would come to battle.

while many cultures relied on combat as their marker within the clan or as a means to establish dominance or in this case a means to prove worth, Nori found that in such a civil place, surrounded by guests plenty that it wasn't the place for such a display, but who was he to question the Toraono family traditions. They were a proud warrior clan and it would probably be most bloody attempting to earn favor by the eldership therein. clan members one and all, face-dancers -something not unseen by his eyes-, and gloriously decorated escorts stood about as the tension built between the two would-be combatants.

Shinobi nature was just that: Bloody and unnecessary.

Not the way of the future, but the way their lives had adapted.

Seeming to be removed from the forefront of any of the conversation, he did his best to slip away from the circle and find a refill for his wine glass. Unfortunately for Nori and his values, displays such as these seemed so base and primitive, despite their more honorable foundings of generations past. In order to stand such showings, he would need to loosen up a bit more with another beverage. During his walk to find a refill, he had managed to spot Sousuke, a man who he had been friends with for years, and only recently met him face-to-err-Mask. Observing as people departed and others continued to filter in, he bobbed and weaved his way over to the duo of the demonic groom and the Steward making conversation.

"Do beg my pardon, but this is quite the show we have going on here, no?"<i></i> Noticing the tension being a bit greater near these two, an unease crawled up his well-dressed spine, "Did I miss something, friends?"<i></i>
 
Itami left in a hurry as she seemingly had some kind of reaction to something while dancing. As she did so four assassins specifically gunning for her left the area as well to try again at another time completely unaware of the second and third team of assassins that were there to shed the blood of Toraono and Yamazaki’s alike. The evening’s festivities never noticed the interruption as Sharingan Kuro and Sousuke intercepted the twenty four assassin’s aiming for Azame as Kuro and Sousuke cornered them in a manner that only swordsmen could. Sharingan Kuro’s eyes went from white with violet pupils completely black with a violet feline slit and three golden tomoe at the edges of the his irises. The sword Kuro drew from the scabbard he had strapped across the back of his right hip extended into a full length bastard sword as each link was set in place by the scabbard itself. As Kuro lined up to Sousuke’s right side his blade ignited with violet flames while his left hand extended a set of claws that were dense with chakra allowing them to cut o deflect just about anything.


The assassins, fourteen men and ten women of varying heights and sizes all realized they had been found out and with perfect synch they each all drew blades of their own, two were whip blades, several were giant blades, nine were normal size blades, the other four were daggers, by the way they paired off in groups of two’s, three’s, and one group of seven. ”The swordsmen of Kimone, I thought you were a myth…”<i></i> One of the dagger wielding women with blonde hair and sky grey eyes charged with lightning as she stepped forward to lead the assault. She called out as she assaulted Sousuke rather than taking on Kuro, ”We shall see who is a myth after we take the Nobuku Queen’s head!!”<i></i> Two more dagger wielding women flanked her left and right to attempt to make a combined strike upon Sousuke. Kuro’s eyes missed nothing as he leapt into the midsts of the giant sword wielding team ruining their long distance attacks and forcing them to shorten their attacks to chops and light swipes.

Demon Kuro kept four chain wielding assassins at bay as they tried to get passed him to get to Suzuhime.

Sanryougan Kuro made his way to Iori to warn him against the four pole wielding assassins that took up point around him. They leveled their iron staffs at Iori and prepared to attack in synch just as Sanryougan Kuro arrived to protect him and Chizuru


Azame’s hands came up as Suzuhime’s foot slammed down and then suddenly Azame’s left hand became a blur of movement as there was a small clap of air as Azame lowered herself to the ground and dashed straight at Suzuhime only to disappear from view at the last moment. A shuddering jolt struck Suzuhime’s right hip as Azame made a vicious unyielding energy release that struck Suzuhime in a manner that would only cause her a light but embarrassing bruise across the buttocks. ”Just because you are soon to be one of my daughters doesn’t mean you get to act like one yet. Since I know Kuro would never put you up to this I applaud your audacity and I will spank you now just as I would one of my own children.”
 
["Eyes of the Hand"]

As the duo of assassins leaped forward to launch their combination attack upon the Steward-Kazekage, both of them found themselves struck backwards away from where Sousuke stood sending both of the two un-prepared dagger-wielding women skidding across the floor leaving small streaks of blood behind them as they went. Suddenly interposed between where they had stood and where Sousuke stood, Mikaboshi's black steel talons upon his right hand gleamed slick with the blood of Sousuke's assailants as he held the dangerous set of knife-like weapons before him and seemingly inspected the blood upon them with his left hand tucked behind his back as if he were clasping his hands-- a mannerism known by many to be a common one of his. Looking from his talons as the female assassins he'd struck began to get to their feet, the shadow blades melted away from his hand allowing Mikaboshi to join his right hand with his left completing his common mannerism as his gaze fell squarely upon the trio of female assassins arrayed before him. The one of the right had caught much more of Mikaboshi's slashing claws and struggled to join her sisters on their feet but managed it after a moment, holding one of her daggers against her stomach where Mikaboshi had raked her.

"Allow me to handle these miscreants, master." Mikaboshi remarked to Seitoshi. It was not a question or a request. They had brought blades to bear against his lord which allowed Mikaboshi implicit permission from Sousuke to dissemble them as per the pact that he had sworn. Mikaboshi had promised to protect Seitoshi and his interests to the best of his ability and had sworn his word to that end. And so it was that when Sousuke found his life threatened inevitably the black shadow of the Hand found it's way to his side. Unclasping his fingers and bringing his arms forward, Mikaboshi presented his hands and then with a flicking flourish of his wrists produced a set of wicked shadowy claws identical to the set that he'd had only moments earlier which he'd used to slash at the dagger twins. The right set no longer was slick with blood but even still the claws radiated a sense of dread and hate about them. "If they were simple enough to think that they could assault you with so many present, this will not take long."

Annoyed was the only word which could be used to describe Mikaboshi's tone of voice while he spoke to the assassins facing Sousuke and took a step forward towards them. He had originally had no intention of accompanying Sousuke to Kuro's engagement party. What use or care did he have for the union rituals of apes and half-demons? But the undeniable summons of Sousuke's heightened sense of awareness had brought Mikaboshi to his side and had interrupted a ritual of Mikaboshi's own. Interrupted during one of his hunts for food, Mikaboshi had been forced to leave his meal upon the streets of Sunagakure bleeding, alone and terrified. Of course no one would ever believe his story that he had been attacked by the cavern's darkness itself but rumors were quickly beginning to abound on the streets of a "shadow man" that would come and take you to your doom if you strayed too long on the streets alone at the latest hours of the "night". So it was that the Hand came to his master's defense hungry and irritated leaving him in a much less chatty state than he was usually.

He simply wished to do away with these fools and be done with it.

"You three." He hissed, taking another step forward with his claws exposed and predatory hunger burning in his golden eyes. "This is a simple matter. Come here and die swiftly. That is all I require of you."
 
“They’re both fe…” Nani was interrupted when Chizuru’s father came to ask if she wanted to stay. Knowing how much fun Chizuru was having she was sure she would. The two rabbits then stopped their combat and their ears twitched. There was a sound coming from behind Iroi and when she looks behind him, she sees people were attacking with pole weapon. They were ruining the game and that is not allowed. The puppets cease their actions and Nani stands up. “You wanna play too? It will be fun.” Three of her dolls transforms into copies of Nani. The three transformed dolls bomb rushes one of the assassins and binds him in a marionette restraint. If any of his friends tried to pull them off, their Hidden Wires upgrade would activate and ensnare them as well.

Do to the strange nature Nani’s puppeteering works, some of the puppet jutsus become a little modified as well. Nani placed a small demon within each of her dolls, which grants the dolls the ability to move on their own. However in order to move they must feed on the sealer’s chakra and thus Nani and her dolls are connected by a chraka string. She cannot make chakra strings to move an object because she does not know how to control her chakra strings like that. Instead the demons in her dolls can leave the doll and possess the object. When possessing living things the demons can’t control the person but be a voice to guide it. Also they can only possess willing hosts; if the host is unwilling they can be thrown out with a thought. This is Nani’s version of Life-Line Manipulation.

Nani looks at Chizuru and smiles, “Let teach these guys not to under estimate the children of Suna.” The remaining three puppets would fall lifeless as their souls possessed the little Chizuru. Chizuru would begin hearing the voices of the demons inside her head. Two were female; one teenage and the other child. The third voice was male and also teenage. Ok, let’s get this party started! Now Mimi, remember that it is skill and precision that wins a battle. Ha, if you throw enough punches one is bound to hit. Come on guys can’t we all just get along?

“Don’t worry, the voices will help guide your moves and evade enemy attacks”
 
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