Forced Entry I’m Back!

[Ryujin Akira]

The gates stretched before me once again except this time, I found myself marveling at its beauty. I couldn’t appreciate it before but it would seem I have matured a bit since then. Once, this was simply a giant sand castle to me… but now, it’s a giant sand castle that I call home. It was nice to see the gate guards had missed me. Shouting and wagging their fist like before. They were shouting “get out of here!” I recently learned sarcasm and it’s a way to say the opposite of what you truly mean but to your friends. I simply waved in return. I didn’t remember any of their names.

I strolled through with my new souvenir. A massive sword slung across my shoulder. Almost embarrassed to say, I am glad to be home.

[mft]
[Force Entry]
[Half the Time Card]
[1 hour]

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

The gate guards were still shouting when Shin materialized at the top of the Bulwark wall.

He hadn't rushed. He'd felt the disruption at the perimeter the moment it was flagged and walked to the overlook with the unhurried pace of a man who had already made his decision before he arrived. Below, the figure strolled through with a massive sword across her shoulder like she was returning from a market run, waving at the gate guards hollering at her heels.

Shin looked down at her for a long moment.

He recognized her.

That almost made it worse.

"Ryujin Akira."

His voice dropped over the wall like a stone into still water. Not loud. Not angry. Just present, the way a wall is present.

"You walked past my guards. You ignored the perimeter protocols. You entered Sunagakure without clearance, without documentation, and without permission."

The golden fractures along his collar pulsed once in the torchlight. He hadn't activated his chakra mode. He stood with his hands at his sides, looking down at her with the kind of stillness that wasn't calm so much as it was decided.

"I don't know where you've been. And I don't particularly care right now."

He stepped to the edge of the wall.

"What I care about is that my village was attacked. My people bled. And I have spent every day since making sure that nothing and no one enters these walls without my knowing exactly who they are and why they're here."

His eyes found hers and held them.

"So you're going to stop walking. And you're going to wait. And we are going to do this the right way—because the alternative is me treating you like every other uninvited presence that's approached these walls recently."

A beat of silence.

"I'd rather not do that. But I will."

[Stopped]

 

[Masaru Yuuto]

Yuuto had spent the better part of the morning drifting through the village, quietly dissecting the clockwork of Sunagakure. His desire to connect with the local youth had led him to a simple request: he wanted to walk in their shoes and experience a day in their lives. To facilitate this, he had dispatched a formal letter through the village's main branch system to Ryuni, asking the boy to meet him at the gates for a full tour of the perimeter. When the first lift carried him up to the edge of the village, he was greeted by an landscape of sunburnt rock and shimmering heat. The metal of the gates was so intensely hot that it felt capable of melting skin upon the slightest contact, distorting the very air around it.

While he waited for Ryuni to arrive, Yuuto remained a silent observer of the village’s daily operations. Everything seemed to be functioning with relative ease until his gaze snagged on a glaring error at the entrance. The gate guards were making a precarious mistake, looking almost indifferent as they allowed someone to pass through without the proper scrutiny. Yuuto let out a heavy sigh because as much as he had come to appreciate his stay among the dunes, it was clear their security was lacking. It was easy to see now how the Barons had managed to infiltrate the walls when things were being handled with such a lax attitude.

Fortunately, the Kazekage was never far from the action. Shin appeared on the scene with his usual timing, causing Yuuto to smirk. Even though Shin could be a pragmatic asshole, he was undeniably a man who stood on business.

"My kind of guy." Yuuto muttered under his breath. He gave a small scoff and a nod to Tenno, the six-eyed chimeric simian who followed his master with a quiet, watchful intensity. Together, they sauntered down from their post to approach the Kazekage and the unknown intruders.

Yuuto wasn't close enough to hear every syllable of the exchange, but the sheer gravity of Shin’s closing words reached him clearly. The Kazekage’s warning was cold and final: "So you're going to stop walking. And you're going to wait. And we are going to do this the right way because the alternative is me treating you like every other uninvited presence that's approached these walls recently."

It was exactly what Yuuto had expected to hear, especially considering how recently Sunagakure had been under siege. He stepped forward toward the leader of the sand.

"Greetings, Twelfth. I didn't expect to see you at the gates again so soon." Okay, Shin didn't know who Yuuto was, based on his appearance and the stark change of Cursed to Divine chakra, but there'd be no mistake of the monkey next to him. He offered a brief nod and then fell into a deliberate silence. The sharp lecture he had intended for the guards was no longer necessary, as their own leader was already delivering a much more effective brand of discipline.

[Topic Entered]

 

[Toraono Michino]

The noon was reflected in the false sky overhead. Michino stared up at the glorious invention of his uncle, wondering what it was the man would tinker up for the village next. Reaching into his pocket, the Toraono lord removed a round timepiece and gazed at the intricate design. A special watch given to him by Sousuke, that always seemed to be far more accurate that most watches. His thumb slipped over the notch that pushed down into the metal, releasing the mechanism that kept the watch’s face fully covered. Beneath, pristine glass revealed two hands ticking, moving towards the start of a new shift.

The shouting caught his attention. Swearing, knowing this was going to be an interesting day, and he was just starting his shift, hating every second of it. From the upper parts of the old Bulwar’s battlements, the ex-Kazekage lowered himself down via the grace of the false winds produced via the chakra crystals. His feet landed with barely a sound as he shifted through the remains of the upper world’s sands towards the problem at hand.

“Excuse! Are you aware exactly of what you’re doing? Our village is currently in the middle of the war, and your actions is not in the category of neutrality. You have two choices: continue to move forward and face the consequences there of, or turn around. I beg of you to take the latter option.

Then it hit who he was talking to. Their eyes met and the panther god roared within him. He had always wondered where she had went after his humiliating defeat, but had not questioned it due to a wounded pride. Now they were back again, walking through with more jaunt than the Daimyo. Michino clinched his knuckles tight as he slowly walked up to the group already apprehending the Mercenary. The wind began to stir around him with small vicious gusts reflecting his growing anger at their audacity. Surely they had not missed the war enveloping the entire country right now? The propaganda spread to every watering hole by the Twins? Had this person really chose now, to step through an ant hill? His eyes turned to the 12th with some concern. The man was still healing, if he even could. Now this, when everything else was already moving.

This needed to be handled quickly. There was no longer any time for nonsense.

[Stopped/topic entered]

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

​

Alas, there would come a time in many shinobi's lives where they would come to grips with the ideals from which they would go about to protect their village. Their people. However, today wasnt one of those days. Ryuni, getting the letter from Yuuto to meet him. This was becoming something for Ryuni, after their fight Ryuni noted that he along with Kyuji were apart of the group that saved his life. He would be beholding to the idea that he would definitely owe him. More than just his life but his respect and diligence. So, with the idea that he would be going to see this man at the edge of the village. 'Was it time for Suna to emerge again?' the boy would think as he'd find himself moving closer to the edge.

He was still bandaged and hurt, but he was clear for his training to begin again. He wasnt as strong as he was previously... but he was smarter now. That would do him much more than any amount of chakra he would draw for his flames. With a smile on plastered on his face, the boy would emerge behind the group. Yuuto was there, another male who zipped by him and called out... and the Kazekage? Along with a woman... what was going on?

"...oioi! Yuuto-san! Am I late to the party or something?" moving his hands behind his head, he'd tuck them between strands of hair. A Crimson headband covering the seal on his head, and his typical clothes... village attire. Nothing fancy. But everything felt tense. Felt.... off.

"...Why is everyone here like this?"

[Stopped/Topic Entered]

 

[Sabaku Rika]

Rika was on her lunch break. The day had been slow and boring. She was near the gates. She was just wrapping up some business with a nice toasted sandwich when she heard shouting. Any sort of drama caught Rika's attention, then, and naturally, guarding the gates was within the job description. By the time she reached the area, Shin was there. Rika recognized her Kage; the woman, on the other hand, she didn't know. Rika stepped up and wiped her hands on her pants.

Whether the Kage was there or not, she was still going to see what was up and see who had the gall to try to enter and ignore the guards posted. Rika saw two other men approach, but she would be there. "Man, I guess I'll stay on the sidelines," She mumbled to herself. She stopped behind the group and rested her hands on her hips, shifting her weight to one side. She was much shorter than the three men she stood behind, but she could still get a good look.

Ryuni showed up, and Rika turned to look at him. "Yo Ryuni, looks like a party now," Rika said with a smirk. She then took a few steps back.

'I should have eaten my sandwich more slowly, then I would have had food and a show,' She thought to herself. Maybe this person didn't seem like the smart type, so she was sure something would happen. If it did, she would have to go get medical and let others know the gates were under attack. She didn't mind, she'd do it fast so she could come back to watch.


[Topic entered/Preparing to leave if combat starts]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

“Ryujin Akira.”

The voice gave me pause, drifting down from the top of the wall like a bad omen. I squinted, searching for the source until he finally stepped to the edge. Why was he hiding? Was this that game the children played—hide and seek? If so, he was winning, and I hated losing. He started rambling about things I’d missed: a village attack, casualties, the usual. Damn it! I missed a perfectly good fight! He then started droning on about "gate procedures" and needing to verify my identity.

“You already know who I am! You just said my name! Now I am confused?”

I had to shout; the altitude clearly wasn’t doing his brain any favors. But then, a familiar face appeared near the gate. “Michino!”

The world around me ceased to exist. I slammed my greatsword into the sand with a heavy thud and launched myself forward, leaping into his arms with the force of a falling boulder. If I ever had a friend, Michino was the closest thing to it. We were practically family. In fact, we’d already planned to have several illegitimate children together the last time we met.

“MICHINO!!! How is my favorite little kitty!? I heard the village was attacked while I was gone. You must have been soooo scared. Don’t worry, Akira is here now to keep you nice and safe.”

I wrapped my arms around as much of him as humanly possible, squeezing until his ribs gave a polite little crack. I briefly turned my head to glare back up at the wall.

“Ugh, what does he want now? Whatever.” I turned back to Michino, cupping his face with hands that still smelled faintly of greatsword steel. "Don't mind the mean man on the wall, kitty. He's just jealous of our bond. Now, tell me everything. Who attacked? Did you hide under the bed? Did they steal your shirt? Are you poor again? I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”

Fixing him with an awkward, unblinking stare, I leaned in to affectionately attempt to shove my six-inch tongue down his throat. It was a classic greeting—efficient, heartfelt, and deeply invasive. It was our thing.

[mft]
[If kiss is successful, valentines badge please]

 

[Toraono Michino]

Why did she say those words so flippantly? Michino’s heart sank watching as the mercenary came running for him. No. Oh goodness no, not this again. Before he could react Akira's strong arms had wrapped around his abdomen with a tight squeeze belaying the strength the swordswoman had. He felt something 'pop' inside of his chest cavity. Already the Toraono lord was backstepping, pushing back against Akira trying to find some ground between them. Not because she had managed to crack a rib with her sudden hug, but because he was embarrassed. Such forward attention from strange women always had the man on edge, something he had most likely inherited without realizing, from hanging out with his brother. The woman’s face drew near, taunting words causing his fury and wounded pride to boil over. Her lips neared closer to Michino’s his range and panic at an all time high as he really did seem to be somewhat helpless there for a moment.

Then he saw a flash of his fiancee’s eyes across his subconscious.

“NO!” he shouted. The air around the pair answered to it’s master’s command, causing a quick, thin, sheet of bladed malice between them. With a roar the sheet of air pushed at the Merc and everyone else there with sudden hurricane forces. His anger and genuine himbo panic pulling him to react in kind. This had not been a good day to be a gate guard, and once again it was because of this woman.

A part of his mind questioned the dejavu of the entire situation.

[Calling B-Mod]
[Kiss Blocked - Begone, foul temptress!]

 

[Sabaku Rika]

Rika watched the scene. She blinked once, then twice. Then she felt the burst from the man, making her slide back on her feet. The force was fierce, and she instinctively lifted her hands up to shield herself. She managed to keep her balance, luckily. It took Rika a moment to process what just happened. The woman had no hesitation. She had never seen anything like that happen before.

"Eh?!" She exclaimed, "She tried to kiss him!" Rika yelled and pointed. She then looked up at Shin on the wall, then to the others around. There were plenty here to deal with this invader.

"I am gonna go get Lady Kyuji for this crazy Bitch-" Rika said as she formed a few handseals and poofed disapeared using bodyswitch. She'd be back to watch, after she went and alerted some sort of medical team that there might be a dead body soon.

[Topic left (Im already in a bmod)]​

 

[Kōsa Harikēn]

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[Kōsa Harikēn]

Also note, I'll need terrain modifiers from Ryujin Akira, as they are the one who created the topic.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

Also note, I'll need terrain modifiers from Ryujin Akira, as they are the one who created the topic.

Moderate/Dim
Rp WIP

 

[Ryujin Akira]

There’s a certain tranquility in being blasted through the air—a brief, weightless moment to wonder if there’s still a two for one special on fruit pies. I hit the sand with a dull thud, staring up at the Great Wall and contemplating my recent melancholy.

I sat up, spitting out a mouthful of grit and giving Michino a look that was less "wounded warrior" and more "disappointed." I stood up, casually cracking my shoulders. It had been awhile since I had the opportunity to get my blood boiling.

“So that’s how we’re playing? No dinner, no movie, just immediate combustion?” I whistled, hauling my blade out of the sand. I slung it over my shoulder, squinting at him through the dust and trying to look intimidating despite the smoke wafting off my sleeves.

“Bad kitty. Just how I like em!”

[mft]
[actions sent]

 

[Masaru Yuuto]

This was all escalating... way too quickly.

Another man stepped on the scene and he seemed to be way more peeved about this than the Kazekage. For Shin this was clearly just a run of the mill gate duty, he was stringant on protecting Sunagakure within this timefame. However the other guy, he seemed more confrontational here. Yuuto simply noted the behavior as Ryuni approached him, with Rika trailing behind.

Yuuto-san

It hung on him for a moment. A smile spread across his face, like the boy had actually taken a stance of respect with him. Before he had time to respond to his would-be-pupil, the woman did something crazy and tried to force herself on the new arrival. Yuuto watched in confusion as he rebuffed her advances rightfully so.

"What the hell, they don't teach folks about consent anymore?"

He didn't really know what else to say this was becoming strange, it almost felt like he was watching something he shouldn't be apart of. However he, the victim, squared his stance, and the woman stood back up. She was muttering something about bad kitty and it was evident she was about to fight. Yuuto's blood began bubbling, combat, a true exchange of passion. However this wasn't the friendly sort... or was it. He thought back to the last time he killed someone in a village or beat down their Anbu Captains. It didn't go over well with the head honcho, Umashi, so Yuuto took care not to repeat the same mistake. He looked at Shin.

"So, do I go down there and stop this orrrr?" He'd let the question linger. However assuming Shin probably wouldn't want some random weirdo killing his gate guards or whoever, he'd likely have to step in.

He slipped down the side of the Great Wall while yelling to his would-be pupils, Ryuni and Rika.

"Yo, dont get too involved. Dont need you running up my tab at the hospital!" The implication that anything Ryuni needed in regards to his recovery would be provided for and handled. Rika did the smart thing and left the scene. No need to be involved further. Tenno followed his master, the six eyed chimeric monkey focused on nothing but the gentle breeze since none of this concerned him.

He walked to the woman who didn't understand consent and the guy who was her victim.

"We really doing this? Would you rather fight the village of Sunagakure rather than just turn around and leave?" He'd point to the Kazekage clearly standing there, who was in a way being ignored.

[Voice of Reason: Short Talk - No - Jutsu]
[Actions Sent - proceeding to join the fight if battle not called off]

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Shin dropped from the wall the moment Michino made contact.

He landed beside his Sennin in silence, and as he straightened, his right hand extended slightly at his side. The air around his palm shimmered—not dramatically nor not slowly—just a single quiet pulse of golden chakra that solidified into the hilt of a blade materializing from light itself, the way a flame finds its shape. The weapon came to him the way it always did. Naturally. Like breathing.

His pale eyes settled on Akira.

He spoke to Michino without looking at him, his voice low and even.

"She is not mine." A brief pause, the weight of it deliberate. "The Chikamatsu did not make this Homunculus. Whatever she is, whatever she wants... you owe her nothing. If you see her as a threat, I will not question what you do next."

He shifted his grip on the blade.

"I'm with you."

Three words. Simple. Final.

His gaze returned to Akira, unhurried and unimpressed, the golden fractures along his collar pulsing once in the dim light.

"You had your chance to stop."

[Actions Sent]

 

[Yamashiro Ryuni]

It would seem that this was such a precarious position for Ryuni to be apart of. However, with everyone building up behind them munching on popcorn and seeing as this would be something of a spectacle he would be compelled to stay. Watching as Rika would warp... or flash to the stands with a few others that seemed to show up. Ryuni found himself smiling. He was still bandaged up well, and he was JUST released to begin training his body again, he would have to take it light. There were others here that could defend their position. Hell, the Kazekage was here. Yuuto was here two of the strongest people he would know could manage themselves. He didnt know the other guy but... He looked pretty strong.

Ryuni was likely the weakest amongst those here today. However, this was a chance to show some pride for the village. He didnt know who this woman was, but she was causing such a commotion by just presenting herself? They didnt want any parts of her. So, by community the Yamashiro boy would act in accordance with the hierarchy. "Yuuto-san. Shin-sama... and Afro-sama dude. I'm here to support. I will follow your leads." Ryuni would huff allowing smoke to billow from his nostrils and mouth.

Flames and heat would begin emerging from his body, though it would seem the sealing of the mark on his forehead would take hold. There was nothing they would need to worry about when it came to that forbidden technique that would need to be noted today. He wouldnt be going through his heart now. He had to keep it under control for now. Nothing crazy. So...

He was playing defense. "Lady... That was disgusting by the way... Who does that? Seriously." he would chime in about the stuff she'd done. She was pretty, however, he knew that was not something a person should trifle with... else they themselves become trifling. Hell, was this man married? Did she know? Looking up the gate he would wonder if the woman he could be with was up there? Kyuji was there. Rika was there and another... Rika. Who knew... he had to focus. His eyes darting back to the vent before him.

'Focus. Defense. You dont need to get too involved to help out.'

Here we go.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Going near the Toraono right now would feel akin to standing next to an angry large feline. There was a certain “aura,” of pure murder that floated around his body like a miasma of death. Shin’s words coming from behind him was almost enough to snap the tight thread of patience he was barely holding onto, the knuckle on his hands turning nearly white with strain. Akira was more than just someone insulting his honor, or stomping on his pride as a taken man; they were a threat to their entire order. If she were to, say, join the Twins after being ran out from here…well, the results could be devastating.

Yet Yuuto’s word cut through the raw fury. Like a bucket of cold water, Michino was forced to look away from Akira as she unslung her weapon towards the stranger and his young ward. Ryuni was familiar to him, at least by face. The name fully escape the old shinobi but, he recognized the face from military forms filled out for record keeping. He had taken the rare time to sort through a majority of their forces to see who might need remedial training for the upcoming war, and that face had been planted in the “maybe,” pile. Yet both of them were raring to go, and the Kazekage was at his back. This fight would not go like it did last time…

…and gently, he felt his god ask if that’s what he really wanted.

“Hold!” he shouted, eyes closing breifly as he raised an hand, “Hold…” a repeat of the word, softer this time, though with clear, barely restrained anger, honing the edges.
“Last chance,” he muttered darkly, lowering his hands as his purple irises bored into Akira’s skull, “Turn around. Walk away, or I will personally paint this entrance with your gore.”

[Talk-no-Jutsu succeeded on Michino: the Suna Himbo has heard you! One last post from Akira to fight or walk away.]
[Action Sent if fight is inevitable.]
[My bad, I thought I had posted already lmao]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

I let my eyes drift from one to the other as they descend from the wall—golden blade forming, heat rising, smoke rolling from lungs. It was a true shinobi standoff and yet…

"Would you rather fight the village of Sunagakure rather than just turn around and leave?"

The voice of reason. My gaze shifted toward him slowly. Fight them… and I fight the village. I stare at the gate. Then at the men. Then back at the gate. “…This is complicated.”


Akkuma’s voice surfaced in my mind like a weight tied to my ribs. “Do not bring harm to Sunagakure.” If I fight them, I disobey Akkuma. If I leave, I obey Akkuma. If I leave, I am sad. If I fight, I am happy. What is this feeling. Is this what humans call a “moral dilemma? Or indigestion, maybe?” I do not like this feeling of uncertainty. Whenever I have a burnt peace on my hash browns, I simply cut it off and set it on the side. Why can’t I just do the same to this feeling.

My fingers tightened instinctively around my weapon… then loosened. If I fought, it would be fun. If I fought, it would be wrong. The realization remained like ash in my chest. I sigh softly, melancholy settling in like a cold draft through an open window.

Michino raises his hand and orders them to halt. I feel the shift in the air. The tension dips. The moment dissolves. Oh. It is over. That is disappointing. My grip falls fully from the hilt as I hang my arm over it. I turn away, already walking. Fine. this was probably for the best. Growth. I’m so mature. I guess I won’t need a therapist to tell me this every night. Just two steps in and...

“Turn around. Walk away, or I will personally paint this entrance with your gore.”

I stop. Slowly… I turn my head. “…What?” My head snaps fully back toward him. There is a long pause. I blink once then twice. My eyes narrow slightly as the words replay in my mind. Paint the entrance with my gore. “What sort of freaky sex shit are you on about now Michino? And to think, the mummy child called me sick!”

Something inside my chest shifts. This man was once again speaking my language. His cat calling completely evaporated my earlier melancholy.
Replaced with delightful adrenaline.
A slow grin stretches across my face. Akkuma would understand… right? They insisted. I raised my hand and pointed straight at Michino and his merry little execution squad.

“Oh, check it out y’all,” I called, voice rising with sharp delight. “The only gore getting painted out here is yours, Michino.” My grin split wide. My hand gesture immediately transforming into devil horns.

“CAN YOU DIG IT?!”

[mft]
[ooc: Rage-bait-no jutsu successful on Akira. Happy to continue rping if anyone would rather do so. I don’t know what the general consensus is. But, if you guys want some action then… let’s get ready to RUMBLE!!!]

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Shin moved the instant her voice rose in challenge.

There was no flash of speed meant to impress the crowd, no violent displacement of sand. One moment he stood beside Michino, the next he occupied the space between them, placing himself squarely in her path with quiet inevitability. His arrival carried the same certainty as a closing door.

The gilded blade lifted in a smooth motion and settled beneath Akira’s chin. The edge hovered at her throat, precise and unwavering, positioned so that even a careless breath forward would meet steel.

He did not look back to check on the others. He did not need to.

Chakra began to rise from him slowly. An immense pressure would ripple through the air carried with the scent of sweet lilacs and decay. The fractures along his collar brightened, thin lines of gold spreading across his skin as though something ancient stirred beneath it. The air grew heavy like late summer's humidity. Sound dulled at the edges, a slight ringing would echo through the minds of all whom had even thenslightest mental weakness.

Shin new that if this continued a life would be lost, and he called to his ancestors like he did before. A technique lost to the ages and forbidden by all of those in his clan.

The Kazekage called into the abyss, and the inevitable answered.

It did not rage. It endured.

A dense, suffocating weight pressed outward from Shin’s body, washing across the gate and those gathered there. Instinct alone warned that stepping closer would be a mistake. The sensation was not heat or killing intent, but existential dread, like standing before something that had already decided how events would end... and had already claimed your soul.

Shin’s pale ghastly eyes remained fixed on Akira.

"كافٍ!"​

He spoke calmly but his ancient tongue felt as if it was omnipresent.

The blade remained perfectly still.

"You were warned before you crossed the gate. You were warned again when you ignored my command. This is no longer misunderstanding. This is defiance."

Golden chakra pulsed once more, steady and controlled, never spilling beyond his command.

"You will stand down. You will lower your weapon. And you will remember where you are standing, and whom you are speaking to, أنا الكازيكاجي الثاني عشر لقرية سوناغاكوري!"

His voice did not rise, yet it carried easily across the entrance.

"This is Sunagakure. You will not threaten my people inside its walls."

The sword did not press closer, but the space for mercy had clearly narrowed.

"Choose your next action carefully."

Spoiler: Runic Terran

كافٍ = Enough
أنا الكازيكاجي الثاني عشر لقرية سوناغاكوري = I am the Twelfth Kazekage