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.

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Proving your worth (Hon/potential bmod)

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There was still a lot he needed to do in order to gain experience as an anbu operative. Ibaraki can’t help him all the time, so Uri needed to gain his own identity. For that, he needed to be more proactive within ANBU itself, and no longer just be a shadow, an extension of Ibaraki. He needed to finally put a reason as to why he wore the red faced oni mask. But it can be difficult to do so. It wasn’t like he was hoping to get as many assassination missions. He was getting bored with gate duties. And he wasn’t really aiming to be a normal recon specialist. He wanted to be the man who stood next to the highest authority in the village– the Raikage’s guard. It would take a while to reach there so he would have to accumulate his credentials and prove his worth.

One such fear, he realized was that it wasn’t just important for him to improve on his own. He needed to make sure that the anbu operatives were also doing well. Being a raikage-guard wasn’t just about being one person, it was also about being able to assess and trust the rest of the anbu corps. While there was the sennin who took charge of the anbu affairs, the guards needed to be able to protect the Raikage as firmly as a shield as well, and for that to work, a guard needed to be as knowledgeable and competent as the sennin in order to properly perform his duties. And for that end, Uri took it upon himself to accept the challenged posed by Ibaraki-san– to check up on the recent additions to the anbu ranks and make sure they were not slacking off.

As such, he sent an invitation to a certain anbu operative whose profile was given to him by Ibaraki. Looking at the file, Uri could tell that he was still a kid, but being able to join the anbu, this kid may have proven his worth in the past. It was now time to make sure that this was proof was sustained, if not, developed even further into an asset. In the invitation, they were to meet in the Sileo’s training grounds, a closed off space, though big enough to contain the academy, he supposed since it was underground and everything had their place. In this enclosed space, it was like a large square space meant for open fighting, or if they were to be more creative in their spar, figure out how to disappear from such an open sight. The place was well lit enough and the walls were fortified with steel structure. It could take a good beating, something Uri was hoping in order to make this training session fruitful.

With his red oni mask on and dressed in a long black coat, he waited for the boy to arrive and join him in this training.

[Requesting Hon]
 

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Sileo… so they had taken contact to him. This held Honnou’s toes stiff all night, given that he had never been near that area before. He had gotten an invitation from an ANBU member, a member of the most literal shadows of shinobis. Pure executers of their work. In the mind of the young Hyuuga, the most silent shinobis were bred there… this place sounded suitable for him.

Although, this invitation meant more than that. It was a goodbye to his previous, carefree life as a genin - and now that he had passed the exam, a whole new gate of possibilities opened up for him. This would likely mean a lot to his lifestyle… but nothing held him back from accepting the request. He said nothing to his parents yet - he wanted to surprise his father if possible, given the status as ANBU nin was as prestigious as it was a heavy burden - and besides… this could mean that he would be molded the right way. His ‘thinking ahead’ behavior would perhaps pay off under the mask of the ANBU. Also, if he was put under the right conditions… just like with his battle with Suika… he might have been able to reawaken the blue eyes again. It sounded perfect for him…

About a mask… upon entering the Sileo’s training grounds, his eyes fixated on the one visible person through his wooden mask. The man ahead of him was wearing a red oni mask and was dressed in a long, black coat - it was most likely him who invited Honnou over here, and the boy couldn’t see anyone else around. He, himself, wore a white blouse with long sleeves, sandy pants and his discreet equipment plus the mask. Every ANBU member wore a unique mask in and out of the borders of Kumo on their duties, whether if they knew each other anyway. Their secretion was on point, and what secrets they labored… they were destined to surprise him. Although, perhaps Honnou could’ve worked with his own mask - it was handmade, and compared to a professionally crafted ANBU mask, it was poorly executed. It didn’t even seem to depict anything specific like some animal or monster, but just a face… And that was because Honnou didn’t know yet. He didn’t know himself that much, yet…

And yet, nothing would stop him from moving forward… not even a wall of thunder…

“I’m ready.”
 

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He didn’t wait long as the invited operative arrived on the dot. Well, to be precise, he was earlier than expected. Plus ten cookies. Anyway, jokes aside, Uri knew better than to stall the inevitable, so he proceeded to walk closer to the boy. He wasn’t a child anymore but he was still smaller than average. Uri hoped that whatever decision that he made to accept being taken into the ANBU was something he thought long and hard. After all, this wasn’t your simple game of choosing sides. This was a lifetime of commitment and the ANBU was not your average after school club. But it wasn’t all about the shadows and death either. There were many aspects of being an anbu operative than what people normally thought. But that would be reserved for another time. For now, it was simply a matter of making sure the kid knew the physical requirements of being in ANBU.

“I commend you for the prompt arrival. Some overthink things and end up getting here late. Others even refuse. There are many ways one can carve a name for themselves in this branch, but the most important is to make sure you’re always worthy of a place in it,” said Uri as he now stood just an arm’s length from the boy. “I’ve already sent you the details. I’m here to make sure you are worthy of a place in this branch. Treat me as a target you need to execute. Do all that you deem necessary. For I will do the same. Of course, since this is not entirely a culling of the weak, there wouldn’t be a need for death. But if you hesitate at any one point, then I would consider that as your permission to be executed. Remember, this is a moment to assess if you’re worthy. And we have no place for those who do not belong.”

And with that, the rest of the training grounds fell silent as they oni mask stared down at the boy.

[Calling bmod]
 

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Aight Chillins', it is I Sanyu Jaehyun here to mod yo fight, I just got a few requirements:
  • Link all your stuff in your actions, if you're using a jutsu, link it. If you're using an affinity move, link to the list. If you're using a dependent action from a CA/BL, link to the CA/BL.
  • List your passives, just make a list one time and copy pasta it into ever action cause I promise you I will forget something.
  • If you have any concerns contact me on Discord, if I don't respond immediately I'm either at work (I have discord on my phone) or I'm being lazy and don't care for that moment.
  • I'm gonna be a stickler for rules guys, ya'll ain't new to this.
 

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Making himself clear to the young boy, Uri would jump back to give the other some space to work with. It would be cheating on his part if he suddenly gutted the boy right then and there when he had just finished giving the instructions. Besides, the point of this exercise was to try and let the boy draw out his full potential. As such, Uri, while he may try to pressure the boy with offensives that dare not to hold back, would have to redefine his strategy. This was no headhunt, after all. And as such, he knew the perfect way to get the ball rolling.

In an instant, he let his chakra surge as his only warning to the boy.

[Actions sent]
 

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Watching Uri jump back, the young boy caught the signal. It was time to show off a little, you know, make sure that you're capable of performing as a member of the ANBU. And given their reputation... Honnou was to perform efficiently in the eyes of his superiors if he had hopes of joining their ranks. After having heard the instructions, Honnou took a few steps to the side, laying his eyes on Uri from a distance before something bluish shone out through the ocular holes of his mask. Waves of chakra leaked out in response to Uri's, readying for a battle!

[Actions Sent]
 

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HP: 49200 - 1968 = 47232[lb][/lb]
CP: 33000 - 7243 = 25757[lb][/lb]
AP: 10 - 9 = 1[lb][/lb]
AP Next Round: 11[lb][/lb]
Maintains: [lb][/lb]
Status: [lb2]

ABYSMAL HARBINGER[lb]
HP: 9900[lb]
AP: 4

HP: 18900 - 1237 - 1237 = 16426[lb][/lb]
CP: 15900 - 3150 = 12750[lb][/lb]
AP: 8 - 6 = 2[lb][/lb]
AP Next Round: 9[lb][/lb]
Maintains: [lb][/lb]
Status:

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TIME​
ACTION​
DMG TAKEN​
CP USED​
0.00sURI declares Duelist & Combat Instinct on Honnou[lb]
HONNOU has Hakumei Byakugan activated![/lb]
1.25sHONNOU attempts to enter stealth
  • Honnou's stealth: 23
  • Uri's Awareness: 23
  • Kiri is Aware!</LIST>


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  • [tr=bg2][td=null,1]1.88s[/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU draws his weapon!
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1][/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]2.00s[/td]
    [td=null,1]URI goes into Elemental Manifestation Stage 2
    [/td]
    [td=null,1]URI: 1968[/td]
    [td=null,1][/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]2.50s[/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU switches to Jyuuken Stance
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1][/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]3.13s[/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU activates Elemental Channeling: Lightning
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU: 400[/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]5.00s[/td]
    [td=null,1]URI summons an Abysmal Harbinger
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1]URI: 3484[/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]6.88s[/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU activates Chidori Control - Lightning Blades
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU: 2750[/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]7.50s[/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU makes a strike at Uri!
    <LIST>
    • Auto-Dodge (10%): 15
    • Honnou's Total: 32
    • Kiri's Total: 36
    • Miss!

    ABYSMAL HARBINGER strikes Honnou!
    • Auto-Dodge (20%): 88
    • AH's Total: 43
    • Hon's Total: 26
    [/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU: 1650[/td]
    [td=null,1][/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]8.00s[/td]
    [td=null,1]URI uses Amplifier on Honnou
    • Fire blast backlash (10%): 31
    • Auto-dodge (20%): 1
    • Auto-Dodged!
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1]URI: 3759[/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]8.50s[/td]
    [td=null,1]URI switches to Fire Style: After Burner
    • No Fire damage was dealt this round!
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1][/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]9.00s[/td]
    [td=null,1]URI equips his weapon!
    [/td]
    [td=null,1][/td]
    [td=null,1][/td][/tr]

    [tr=bg2][td=null,1]10.00s[/td]
    [td=null,1]URI attempts to willpower cancel a genjutsu on himself
    • Fail!
    [lb2]

    ABYSMAL HARBINGER strikes Honnou!
    • Auto-Dodge (20%): 63
    • AH's Total: 32
    • Hon's Total: 32
    • 50% Partial!
    [/td]
    [td=null,1]HONNOU: 825[/td]
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  • Notes ------
    • Honnou you poor child, jutsu AP doesn't work the way your actions had them. You didn't have enough AP for finish all your stuff, PM me and I'll do a full explanation on how AP works.
    • Kiri, the Elementalist ability can only be used on B-Rank and lower jutsu.
    • Added Abysmal Harbinger's Actions.
 

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As soon as the boy was ready, Uri didn't wait for another second. He immediately let his aura surge out and engulf his body, blue flames appearing to converge about his figure. Along the horns of the oni mask, along the length of his arms and along his back like silhouettes of wings, the blue flames flickered and danced with a charming light.

"I'm picky with my flames. You should do well to remember this. Now, I've got the perfect partner for you." He teased as he gathered energy along his flaming hand and crushed it within his palm. From the core of the energy shot out a black flame that coursed in front of him before it formed a large humanoid washed in shadowy mist. It resembled one equipped with a sword from its outline while it gave a gutteral roar.

The boy attempted to hit Uri but the latter was faster. He could easily anticipate the movement and act accordingly. "Come on, boy. Bare your fangs or you'll be swallowed by my flames." He warned as heat and light began to siphone above the battlefield and without warning, erupt into a murderous searing atmosphere, with the blue flames spreading out like lightwaves. The steel walls would bend and scorch at the touch. Luckily, the boy managed to use his wits and avoid the assault. Uri smiled beneath the mask. So there were talented individuals, after all. Often than not, they were hidden and it was tests like this that discovers them.

"Not bad. Better keep your eyes open though. Don't get distracted by me." Said Uri as the harbinger he summoned would then use this moment to strike the boy.

[Action sent]
 

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His eyes shone out through his mask as he quickly sought for another position. If he managed to leave Uri’s field of vision for a moment, then he could work from that point on - and as small of a moment he searched for, given the infrastructure of this place, it was rather difficult to find a hiding spot. Uri quickly spotted him and covered himself in fire like a suit. It would be harsh to touch that directly, so Honnou funneled chakra through his released carpal blade and charged forth. He would have to cut his way through Uri’s flame armor.

His opponent was aware of Honnou’s movements, and he couldn’t utilize the element of surprise now. His channeled Lightning Blade hit flat air where Uri used to stand, and mentioned even warned him against the upcoming hellfire. After being hit back by what appeared like a second opponent - a black figure made of black fire and wielding a sword-like object - An eruption of blue fires soared out from above the field, and despite having focused on Uri’s position and being pushed back by his opponent’s summon, Honnou saw them coming from a mile away. He efficiently dodged the blue flames almost inhumanly, but the summon was waiting for him when he caught his foothold again. Just barely did Honnou avoid another clean hit, but his side still tasted the black figure’s wrath. Feeling troubled, he would have to change his way of fighting a little to catch up again - remember, he was to consider Uri a target, an enemy for this battle, in which he swiftly adjusted his right gauntlet a little…

It was a miracle that his mask hadn’t burned off yet, since it was pure wood…

[Actions Sent]
 

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HP: 47232 + 984 = 48216 - 7288 = 40928[lb][/lb]
CP: 25757 + 1650 = 27407 - 5270 = 22137[lb][/lb]
AP: 11[lb][/lb]
AP Next Round: 11[lb][/lb]
Maintains: [lb][/lb]
Status: [lb2]

ABYSMAL HARBINGER[lb]
HP: 9900[lb]
AP: 4

HP: 16426 - 11264 - 11264 = -6102[lb][/lb]
CP: 12750 - 3405 = 9345[lb][/lb]
AP: 9[lb][/lb]
AP Next Round: 9[lb][/lb]
Maintains: [lb][/lb]
Status:

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TIME​
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CP USED​
2.27sURI uses Psi-Shock on Honnou
  • Auto-Dodge (20%): 14 Feint: 72
  • Uri's Total: 44
  • Honnou's Total: 28
  • Hit!
  • Psi-Blast: 38
  • Crit Chance (10%): 76
  • Wildfire (20%): 82
HONNOU: 4125[lb]
URI: 618
URI: 1144
2.50sABYSMAL HARBINGER strikes Honnou
  • Auto-Dodge (20%): 36
  • AH's Total: 40
  • Honnou's Total: 36
  • Hit!
HONNOU: 1650
3.33sHONNOU uses Chidori Current on Abysmal Harbinger & Uri
  • Uri's Auto-Dodge (10%): 17
  • Honnou's Totals: 23, 24
  • Uri's Total: 27, Miss
  • AH's Total: 30, Miss
HONNOU: 2750
4.55sURI uses Shadow Punishment on Honnou
  • Honnou's Auto-Dodge (20%): 95
  • Uri's Total: 53
  • Honnou's Total: 35
  • Crit!
  • Bleeding R1
[lb2]

URI follows up with Ring of Fire on Hon
  • Auto-Dodge (20%): 22
  • Uri's Total: 42
  • Hon's Total: 23
  • Hon is trapped!

HONNOU: 8437[lb]
URI: 1265
URI: 1816
5.00sABYSMAL HARBINGER strikes Honnou
  • Abysmal can't target Hon!
5.83sHONNOU uses Enraging Strike on Uri!
  • Hon's Awareness: 27
  • Uri's Stealth: 23
  • Hon can target Uri!
  • Uri's Auto-dodge (10%): 94
  • Hon's Total: 33
  • Uri's Total: 42
  • Miss!
[lb2]

HONNOU quickswitches to White Long-Range Dart Gracer!
HONNOU: 655
6.38sHONNOU switches to defensive stance!
7.27sURI uses Darkness Falls on Honnou
  • 20% auto-Dodge: 92
  • Fire Blast Procs (20, 30, 10): 29, 3, 95
  • Additional dmg w/ additional backlash!
  • Uri's Totals: 39, 49, 50
  • Hon's Totals: 35, 37, 31
  • All Hit!
  • 3 Chances for Bleed (14%): 16, 24, 1
  • Bleeding Rank 2
HONNOU: 8316; KO'd[lb]
URI: 5405
URI: 2310


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Notes ------
  • Since this is a spar and Kiri (Uri) expressed to me before to stop at KO, am stopping at KO.
  • Hon you poor child.
  • Uri you big bully >:C
 

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There was no doubt that the boy had something special. It wasn’t just foolhardy guts, it was a strange determination that made Uri sympathize with the boy at the very least. It was almost as if he was out to prove himself. Well, that was the point of this exercise - to test if the kid who caught the eyes of the examiner during the previous chuunin exam truly had what it takes to be part of the ANBU. It was fascinating to see the boy make use of his strategies to try and dodge his assaults, but there was only so much that the boy could do. The pressure of the silhouette harbinger didn’t help alleviate the boy’s predicament either, proving to be quite the challenge in breaking the boy’s rhythm and pace of battle.

“Careful not to get distracted, boy,” said Uri as he noticed how the boy was forgetting to keep his guard up against the harbinger. “In a real mission, you aren’t simply going to be fighting one person. In most cases, you’ll be all alone against many. You’ll have to keep in mind that there is no one to help you but yourself. However, you must also be wary of others involved. And in doing so, you need to keep calm and collected, even when you’re being beaten to the a pulp. Only then can you keep your guard up and leave no opening.”

He pauses as he watches the boy’s last attempt to strike him, but he so easily avoids it. And in return, Uri lets the boy experience a shower of darkness. Black mist forms from overhead before it rains down to trample on any living being, crushing them from the force. Well, in this case, he simply wanted the boy to experience being overwhelmed and wanted to know how he would react.

But he was careful not to overdo it. At the moment he saw the boy run out of strength, Uri would cancel all his jutsus, the harbinger disappearing in an instant before it let loose its massive assault, and Uri appearing by the boy’s side to catch him before he fell to the ground unconscious. “Not bad, kid. Perhaps we can work more of a few things, but not bad.”

Just then, Uri would feel a presence approach the Sileo’s training grounds and he glanced at the lone entrance. Whoever it was, Uri didn’t have to worry since he had his mask on. Even when he was no longer in isolation, he could still remember Shuuten’s words to best be anonymous even within the ANBU’s organizational structure.

[Requesting Kaji]
[OOC: I’m not a boolie. T_T]
 

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Vigilant eyes kept an endless watch on the many corridors of the Sileo Tempestas, and of course, the training cells were of no exception. Stowed away above the support beams lining the ceiling were several small cameras, all providing a live feed in shades of gray to ANBU Central Command. It was a nifty innovation, mostly meant for security through the feed had its occasional other uses. As Uri and Honnou’s exercise was conducted, it was on display across a wall of over a dozen large screens, along with a rotation of over one hundred additional of camera feeds. The Command Center was not a theater— typically the large office was a whirlwind of activity acting as the nervous system of the hidden cloud, however, the lights were low in favor of a movie-night atmosphere. Several shinobi were gathered here, mostly elite rank operatives making use of the high access to coral in the place for a special showing. The aroma of popcorn with fatty butter and salt was rich and intoxicating. There was a chorus of laughter as a new trainee was being shown the ropes in the old fashioned way and harsh critiques from elders who had something to say about everything the fighters did. To these onlookers the brutality was normalcy; the barbaric examination held some quarter as a reasonable way to teach a student. To them, it was funny to watch a poorly trained inductee nearly die at the hands of a loose cannon. These six or seven shinobi were all seated on or around the room’s center counsel, and all seemed entranced as someone slipped into the room from a rarely used back entrance.

The group paid the image of a masculine figure who walked slowly up to the furthest platform which overlooked the entire Command Center. Several months had passed since someone had manned that station— for all the shinobi knew it was a janitor. But no, it was none other than the rightful holder of that place, who made himself known as he slid a finger across personal controls over the room’s lighting. Bright, golden light washed over the room as movie night was abruptly canceled, and Vice Commander Kaji Okada was revealed shooting a hard glare through eyes with pupils like emeraldine orbs.
“Enough” bade Kaji, who took in the full attention of the attendees. “Movie night in Central Command is over… as a matter of fact, shame on you for making a spectacle of your peers.”
Of course, this caused a slew of disgruntled sighs from the several spectators. A few of them looked upon Kaji Okada as if they had seen a ghost, but when one also spoke up in protest another quickly corrected him and the group started collecting their things.

The fight was still in progress between Uri and Honnou as Kaji approached the wall where it was on display. Kaji was motioning to pick up an empty beer bottle one of the miscreants left behind when he noticed folders opened with both fighter’s profiles and records paired side by side. A closer look revealed them as photocopies, in black and white with red marks on them— scores being tallied freehand like on a fight card. Under a heavy sigh, Kaji scooped the records into his hands and took a stern look at the fight in progress before hurrying out of the room.
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By the time Kaji had arrived it appeared that the fighting had reached its conclusion— after all, the duo was not much of a fair match up according to the scorecards. The doors of the training room opened to reveal Kaji Okada, who did not bother walking through the Sileo Tempestas in a masked form, however, he was in his appropriate anbu uniform. Eelspine was hanging across his back with its pommel seemingly reflecting the room’s light with a brilliant sheen. The photocopies were ditched along the way. His uniform was fitted to his physique— it told the story of a honed shinobi form with prowess in hand to hand combat, and his posture added a promise of discipline. His raven head of hair was bound back in a loose knot with strands flying free, and a face rich with patchy stubble suggested that he had been either working hard or cutting loose as of late, certainly the former. His most notable feature though was the hardness of his stare, those emeraldine orbs that stared into the soul. Clearly, he seemed to be in disapproval of what he walked in upon. And as he entered, he caught the tail end of Uri’s final statement, one that insisted that there were good intentions beneath the colluding that caused this sparring match.
“That’s right, you put up a good fight son” spoke the Vice Commander in a tone that commended Honnou’s effort without sounding all too enthused. “Perhaps next time the spar will be led by a lecture on how to hold your ground against an opponent who’s above your weight class.”
Kaji continued his approach, ignoring formalities as he moved until he was in range to see to the pupil’s safety if needed. As he drew closer, the perceptive Kaji began to notice a certain familiarity to the senior of the two sparring shinobi, something a mere face covering could not hide. Kaji had seen his record but now he remembered the acquaintance he made with Uri only days before— a chance passing on a fateful, cataclysmic night. He couldn’t say the same for the lad Honnou though, who was still all but a mystery.

“You can get on with the meaning of all this whenever you’re ready.”

-- I am here.
 

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The harbinger had been a pain in the ass since it appeared. Surprisingly, Hon had trouble dividing his focus on multiple targets - he was doing fairly better against Uri only. Very well, if the ANBU member wanted to test him that severely, then that probably meant that he saw something in Honnou that justified his actions - perhaps he was surprising in Uri’s eyes. Yet, Honnou’s thoughts faded away from the optimistic thinking and more into how difficult it was to catch up to him now.

The two against one strategy confused Hon several times, his Chidori couldn’t target two as efficient as just one. And despite seeing the Harbinger’s moves, its speed outdid his own - that too led him forget about the several burns on his body. There were rings of burns on his previously white blouse signaling the ring of fires that kept him bound for a moment, and his consciousness was beginning to fade. As a last resort, he switched to long-range and attempted to bind Uri in order to catch a breath and - hopefully - to try and target the annoying Harbinger, but his vision turned into a blur by Uri’s last fire jutsus which knocked Honnou down.

Sounds of cracking bones could be heard when the Hyuuga boy slid across the arena floor until he braked, down for good and with rings of burn marks on his chest and legs. Apparently, something had stopped him from completely touching the ground despite the sliding - he felt arms holding him before he fainted.

His wounds were still releasing smoke even after he closed his eyes, and bluish light vapored from his eyes releasing the Hakumei Byakugan from his control until he would wake up again…
 

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Much to his surprise, the face that greeted him was none other than that man, Takaji Osada. He was still for a moment, trying to remember the instance that they first met. Surely, there was a kind of arrogance that the man displayed in front of them that was gathered, and the confidence to even be in good communication and regard with the Raikage. This only confirms it. This man was definitely someone beyond his rank. And to think that he was walking around the Sileo without the mask, though clearly he wore a uniform that very much resembled that of an anbu’s. He kept his guard up, even as the other greeted them with a half-hearted commendation of Honnou’s performance. He knew there was something wrong with the situation, especially when the man’s eyes were far from being cheery and the plain sight of his weapon.

“I’ll do so after we get him treated,” said Uri. A medical team should have been stationed outside the training room, waiting for the result. It was likely the Sentou Henkan from the Medical Branch who was called for this purpose. And as if on cue, due to Kaji’s own entrance, leaving the door open, a masked doctor did enter the vicinity and hastily went over to Honnou’s side to inspect him. Uri would let the boy down on the ground to let the Sentou Henkan perform a first aide treatment to his injuries, the warm glow of chakra instantly filling the space with vibrant green light, much akin to Kaji’s eyes.

At that, Uri turned his attention back to the man with authority. The light from the glowing chakra that gleamed against Kaji’s eyes only made them far more serious and deadly, sending a brief moment’s chill down Uri’s spine, but he didn’t move. “I did not think you were someone from ANBU. My apologies,” Uri began as he slowly took off the red oni mask to reveal his face. It was considered rude to hide behind anonymity when someone, especially of higher rank– something he was assuming at this point– was addressing you. And so, he let the other catch a glimpse of his own red hair and red eyes, almost as red as the mask he wore, and just to put their encounter into context once more as they had recently met by the village gate.

“Under normal circumstances, I would not tell you the details, but seeing as you’re someone close to the Raikage, I suspect you’re someone who can simply pull authority over me anyway,” he began, not so much in hopes of spiting the latter with his rank, but more so as if he was talking to himself. “Today was an evaluation. This boy was apparently recommended to part-take in the training of an ANBU operative. But because he’s from a different branch, they… the other anbu officials decided to make sure if the boy has what it takes to even qualify so they gave me the task of meeting him here and test it out.”

And that’s when Uri realized it himself. The boy was obviously far below his rank. There was reason for concern to his safety as well as the man’s seemingly building up rage. This was a mismatch and though the boy was enthusiastically trying to prove himself, it was almost seemingly decided from the start. But for what reason? Only words of caution from Shuuten would resound in his head at that point. He was always different. He was a special case, so to speak, having learned and taught far from the anbu’s prying eyes, isolated and then suddenly introduced into the force when he was allowed to. But it was by the Raikage’s decision that he was even allowed to live, to be trained and to be included in the anbu in the first place, thus it was normal if there were any jealousy among others. Jealousy was a mild word. Spite should be the right one. Shuuten always warned him of his risk as a jinchuuriki, but he also reminded him that not everyone in anbu would be so kind to him for how he suddenly appeared in their ranks, especially beyond missions. That would prove why he was assigned to the gates for cold nights and why he got tonight’s mission as well.

Maybe they thought that if the boy had talent, they could belittle Uri’s own potential and have him demoted, perhaps even reassessed and cast out. Or in the chance the boy would die, they would have a reason for Uri to be tried and equally be cast aside. Maybe he even knew their aims from the start. And yet, Uri didn’t refuse. To refuse the task given to him that night was to show his deficiency, and it would have shown badly on Shuuten or the Raikage. And all the more when the boy appeared, all cheery and high-spirited to perform. It would be a disrespect to the boy if he toyed around with him in the fight.

“It’s essential to let the boy know what he’s getting himself into. He needs to know that there are possibilities of death even during training, because these things happen in real missions. To be an ANBU means you won’t flinch even at the gutting of a knife to your stomach. You need to retain a clear head amidst the pressure, and you have to face the mission with all you’ve got. He was brave and stubborn, but he also has a gift and the potential. To someone who had such a soul that wanted to go against destiny itself, I may have been the one that lost. I let go of my neutrality. I let his enthusiasm get the best of me and I ended up making it more difficult than necessary. But I think it wasn’t wrong. It’d be a disrespect to his efforts to be toyed around with.”

Then again, perhaps he was talking too much. Perhaps he was trying to justify his actions as he had experienced the same thing. He knew he was taken in under not so normal circumstances and that most of the time, it was real when those words - to prove yourself or die trying - were uttered on a daily basis like a chant. If it wasn’t them, it was him. Because his only purpose was to live as an asset, not as a burden. It was a long road for him, through those years isolated and heavily trained, constantly reminded, and even now, still threatened by death as he was a risk due to the demon inside. Even if it wasn’t a demon in actuality, it was and has always been treated as one, and by extension, so was he. He glances at the oni mask he held before he tucked it inside his coat.

“Oh well. I guess I’ll do what it takes to give back to the Raikage and be his guard. Even if it means doing this all the time, or baby-sitting new kids, or watching the gates. Until those men are satisfied, I’ll do my part… or am I mistaken?” Or so he would say, but he simply shuts his mouth and stares even towards Kaji, waiting for the other’s response, leaving everything else unspoken. And yet, the smell of burnt cloth and skin wafted through the air, the gleam of the healing chakra still shone, but at least he could feel a bit of life in the young chakra pulse to their side where the boy was taken cared of by the masked Sentou Henkan.
 

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Kaji’s eye-line cut downward to review the extent of Honnou’s injuries— singed, tattered garments over parboiled skin and devastating burns. The boy was in need of treatment, that much was clear but Kaji Okada had no intention of letting Honnou be carried off just yet. And as Uri brought attention to Honnou’s injuries, Kaji began to roll up a sleeve and reveal his right forearm, toned with corded muscle and a vivid red dragon tattoo which coiled around from his wrist to shoulder. He took a few paces back from the pair of shinobi to grant about a dozen feet between himself and them. Blood was drawn from a bite of his thumb, and he swiped it across his wrist to complete the ritual. His hand seal combination was nothing short of well practiced, sharp movements followed by a sudden plume of thick steam.

“Honnou can stay; my friend Bhelzira will tend to his burns in short order,” said Kaji, who was unperturbed as a floral tendril reached for his shoulder with a gentle touch. The creature emerging from the vapor besides the Anbu Commander was a scaly mass of bulk, muscular and towering over her human company. Bhelzira was a vivid green beast of the reptilian order, uniquely bearing a bloomed, massive symbiotic flower from her back.
“It’s a joy to see you, Kaji-san… Ah, someone has had an accident” noted the ancient creature known as Bhelzira in a motherly tone.
“This is Honnou Hyuuga, he has received several second and third-degree burns, and I’m guessing various bone fractures from high impacts in combat.” The memory of that copied profile was fresh in Kaji as he looked at the boy who might not bare the same potential, or even resemblance to the photos and records unless proper medical treatment was shown to him. Bhelzira revealed several vined tendrils which she used as hands— they were unfurled and growing towards Honnou, poised to commence an examination and healing process.

Meanwhile, Kaji and Uri transitioned to the matter of the purpose of that combat exercise gone awry. The Vice Commander was something of an anomaly to the scenario, bringing criticism to what might have been another traditional ANBU ordination. To Uri, his was a recurring acquaintance, and to Honnou he was most-likely a blurred image as the boy struggled to keep consciousness. “I assure you that my subterfuge at the gates was well founded, but I do apologize for the mess… Allow me to introduce myself— Kaji Okada, your Vice Commander. But, let’s not stray from what’s brought me here.”

Bhelzira’s vines commenced glowing with an invigorating aura, providing healing while the conversation between the elders progressed. Uri was offering an explanation and Kaji listened, reserving his judgment to the best of his abilities, though the micro-expressions on his face revealed his tension. Uri came into the exercise with the best intentions, however, his methods were antiquated at best, at least to his superior.
“I am sorry Mempo Uri, but the criteria which you chose to evaluate our young candidate for is only a sliver of what makes a cloud shinobi an ANBU. Bravery is essential, yes, but that is a necessary attribute in every shinobi’s repertoire. However, The Cloud loses twice when an ANBU is defeated in the way that you crushed candidate Honnou. First, if it were a mission scenario— whatever objective he had would have resulted in failure. Second, The Cloud would have seen one of its own perish. The application of physical power can only resolve so many situations— it is what’s up here that separates a proper anbu from just a shinobi on a one-way trip.” As he offered the wordy counter he tapped two fingers against his own temple to cement a point. “Separate logic from passion, Mempo Uri. Teach your pupils to survive above all other principles— experience is, in fact, the greatest teacher of all, and those who possess the greatest capacity to learn have the best potential to serve ANBU, and by proxy, The Cloud.”

While the clash of ideologies occurred, it seemed as if Bhelzira was performing a rather unorthodox healing technique on Honnou. He vines were spread across the lad, encouraging his regeneration with healing chakra and infusing him with a lizard sage technique— Sage Art: Thousand Scale Regeneration. Honnou’s burned flesh was being quickly overwritten by a graft of newly forming reptilian cells in a hue determined by Hon’s own latent DNA potential to receive the treatment. In a few weeks time, Honnou’s scales would shed to reveal new human skin in perfect condition, but until then he was repping Lizard Gang. “You’re going to be fine, little fella,” said Bhelzira in an encouraging tone.
 

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… Slowly, his consciousness returned with the blink of a faint source of light that shone through his eyes. The light increased in magnitude until Honnou was aware of it, conscious of its existence within his field of vision… despite having his eyes closed. Next up, his curiosity revealed the revival of his brain’s thinking - he could think on his own accord, on his own command once more.

The next thing that came up was a heavy headache. Argh… it forced him into the outer world, slowly opening his eyes only to spot… uh… the creature. He couldn’t specify its species yet, but… it talked to him. Who was that? A contract? But why summoned it? Was it Uri… or was it the other male standing next to him. Apparently, during his absence, another figure had entered the arena - a tall, blunt individual who appeared to be in some kind of bind or worry.

“… Huh… okay…”

Upon looking down, whilst light began to return to his eyes in form of chakra that would recover his Hakumei, he noticed a strange pattern on his chest and legs... something was attached to him. Something scaly and fine...
 

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Even as he spoke those words, there was something about that made Uri feel bad about himself. It was almost as if he had to justify everything. It was almost as if was a child all over again.

It lit a fire inside him, and perhaps a glint along his eyes as he never averted his gaze. He would take on the latter’s serious gaze without flinching a bit. He knew very well whom he was dealing with. This person before him was the Vice Commander of the branch and had every right and authority to rule over him, but he was no Raikage. And that was whom Uri was ultimately loyal and answerable to.

I mean, when you hear someone suddenly show up in front of you, someone who could have changed the system you, yourself, knew was brutal and demeaning to the uninitiated and a lingering suffering to trainee– one that must be put up with and accepted as it was supposedly part of strengthening one’s core and resolve even at the expense of possible death– only to suddenly say that all these things when you’ve long experienced it… was unfair. To him, it felt unfair. To him, it felt weak. To him, it felt like all the years he struggled, the reason why Chika died, and the very reason he was trying to overcome the past, was suddenly invalidated.

“Why now?” He gritted underneath his breath, perhaps too soft and low a tone that it wasn’t meant to be voiced out directly. It took a moment before he realized it, and not before was already glaring at the man before him. “Are you saying that we need to start babying them? A fragile kid doesn’t end up well in a harsh adult world.”

He took a moment to calm himself. He could feel the fire lit inside him. He didn’t like how things were turning out for him. And he even wondered if he was set up like this. Maybe those in the higher ranks had meant for him to undertake tonight’s task only to be spotted by Kaji, to be interfered with and potentially be punished for it. But why? What was so wrong with it? He had undergone far harsher trainings and there wasn’t even a willing person to heal his wounds- Wait. There was one. The one who was supposed to keep watch over him was at times kind, at least in the latter years. He was kind enough not to cut too deeply or to stop when he drew out too much blood. Kind enough to overlook his nightly escapades to the coliseum and train on his own without reporting this as a direct insubordination to the limits allowed to his freedom. Freedom… right… it was curtailed ever since.

He sighed as he clenched his fist and then let it go. As if diffusing all the tension that was building up inside. “It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done. If you want a different way to teach the kids, then you better start teaching the old ones. Just say a word and things will go differently. That’s why you have the power for it.” Uri zipped up the front of his coat and then raised the hood to cover his hair. “I don’t approve of it though. They can’t learn to survive without knowing it by experience. When your body is fractured and don’t know what to do, there’s only so far words can reach to help you. Most of the time, it’s instinct that pushes you.” His eyes grew serious, gaze still not averting. “You can’t preach about these things unless you, yourself, have experienced it. So I’m not the type to do it, and I don’t think you’re one either. Unless you got to where you are based on hugs and headpats. I doubt you even know a hint of anything you’re saying aside from theory because you know better that what got you here is not any of those you speak of. It’s not logic that operates the body; it’s instinct. You only think it’s logic because you want to rationalize such actions… because they’ve worked through the years.”

That's right. They’ve worked through the years. Whether he was trying to make Kaji believe it as his own narrative, it was plain as day for Uri. Break a few bones to grow stronger ones. Bleed some to learn where it hurts best. And then trade blows to earn respect beyond the fear. Whatever relationship you build beyond this would then be something worthwhile. At least, that’s how the trust and bond he had with Shuuten had come to. When he had nothing else, all that was left was to keep receiving. To be molded. To be prepared for the worst. And to create that inseparable bond with someone. Sure, it was also possible to die in the process. Heck, he is still constantly reminded that he could be killed by Shuuten any moment he loses his ability to control his power. But that’s all the more reason for him to work hard and keep himself stronger than everyone. He would not be who he was without the life he had, and no one was going to invalidate all of that.

“If you’re not satisfied, then don’t count on me to be productive like you want. Send me out where I was made for. I’m an asset only when it comes to battlefield, after all. That’s the only reason I was brought here,” said Uri as he began to walk past Kaji. “If that’s all, I’m leaving. If you need me for anything, you can ask the others where to find me. Not that hard considering there’s only one coliseum to go home to. I’m sure there are those willing to even do it for you, and I’ll even entertain them if that’s what they want.”

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Full of fire with nothing to burn but himself— Uri was roiling in his reply, and scorching away that practiced gruff image to reveal the damage child beneath. Kaji Okada did not need to skim the photo-copied profile in order to understand Uri Eru, no, because his story was one Kaji already knew all too well. He spent seconds reliving his own youth in passing memories.
Decades ago— the tutelage of Kaji Okada began with the deceptive and controlling methods of his master, [redacted]. He and two fellow street urchins were taken in by their master with a lure of honor and power, ushered down into a musty mushroom grove underground. Years of isolation and demanding training, learning to avoid the brutal sword strikes of an adoptive sister who wanted to hurt him just to earn the favor of her beloved master. Years watching over a third adopted sibling; a runt who was gifted in ninjutsu but otherwise weak in both will and potential. Years spent learning to deceive and hurt each other, only to be turned on the world once they became too deadly to continue sparring in the grove. By the time [redacted] set them free to perform his missions, Kaji was grateful to see daylight, so much that he followed The Disciples’ path for years without a fault in his loyalty. It was a youth devoid of hugs, head-pats, and especially mercy, but it was a journey that Kaji survived. That journey left him wise, strong and driven to be better than his former master in every sense.

Uri let off a verbal explosion before taking drumming steps toward the exit. Kaji was unmoved all the meanwhile, standing with his arms still crossed behind his back and watching Bhelzira’s work on Honnou.
“I don’t recall dismissing you, Mempo Uru” boomed Kaji in a stern tone, reaching the doorway with a bouncing echo that cut off Uri’s escape. Then Kaji turned to resume that same cold glare. He wanted to see if there was some modicum of discipline instilled in Uri, or was he just a thug in a mask vulnerable to a manipulative master?
“Before you go— mind delivering your verdict on your assessment of candidate Honnou? In fact, how do you think your master would have assessed his performance?” Kaji asked and then he waited, not for an answer but to see Uri turn back at his command. Any words from Uri were simply cut off.
“I will have a talk with your superior in due time, but for now you can answer on his behalf… What is the mark of success for an ANBU operative? The strength to survive? Power to crush your obstacles? These are the principles underlying in your rebuttal but how is your method the only way to teach a pupil? Not all shinobi operate this way, especially ANBU operatives expected to accomplish missions with minimal collateral damage... and even more so, ANBU entrusted with protecting the Hidden Cloud and her people.”

“The treatment is complete” cut in Bhelzira, who took Honnou and laid him over her shoulders for safe keep and a ride home.
“Thank you Bhelzie” answered Kaji in an affectionate inflection that was fleeting.
“How can you teach with your own training so incomplete? Power is only half the equation that results in a proper ANBU. The other side of the coin is precision— the wisdom to take in and analyze a scenario, an ally, an opponent— to destroy or build as your mission dictates. Two days ago my daughter was poisoned in an assassination attempt meant for my wife. Tell me, if I assigned you to the task of finding the culprit what would you do? Burn everything in your path until someone confesses? That’s not as sound a strategy as it is an action-packed one.”

The training room floor thumped with the heavy steps of Bhelzira as she stepped to Kaji’s side, and he took another glance at Honnou.
“You held the candidate to your standards and skill set, one honed by fierce combat. Honnou is blessed with the Hyuuga bloodline; genes that grant him an ability unique to his kind and an incredible asset to the ANBU branch. I was actually the one to requisition him for ANBU, hoping to develop his latent potential as a battlefield analyst and tracker. His worth is determined without question, however, you… Your record revealed that you are a host to a demonic spirit that enhances your ninjutsu, granting you gross power deemed extremely dangerous if— or rather when you lose control.
My assessment insists that it is not Honnou’s potential that needs to be questioned, it’s yours.”
 

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He was done. Uri wanted to leave and avoid the stirring of his soul. He knew that he was ready to blow up anytime and the current situation wasn’t at all helping his case. If anything, the way the vice commander was handling the scenario, and then way he put it to words earlier had only made Uri angrier, more upset with how things were changing and yet he was left behind. Call it childish of him, but that wasn’t something he was hiding as a fact. He never asked for a life like this but he was left with no choice. And over the years, even if Shuuten had been there to alleviate the burden in any way, he was still and always will be left with no choice when it came to matters with ANBU.

And then, he was stopped. The voice that rang throughout the place was cold and chilled his very bones, not that he was frightened but because it made him all the more conscious of the fire that was about to burst inside him. Eyes closed shut for a moment, not bothering to turn back to face the man as he listened to how he was called. Only when the mention of his guardian did that make Uri jerk. He instantly turned back to face Kaji with an annoyed glare. “Master?” He repeated the words and before he knew it, he was already marching back to where Kaji was standing, all finesse lost in his stride as if he was ready to fight.

But he stopped closed enough to keep a steady gaze at the man, not even sparing a moment’s glance to the boy that was being treated and now carried by the strange-looking lizard. He was glowering, if anything, holding back a growl or something, very much trying to reel in the emotions that was trying to escape his chest. “There’s only one master I serve, and that’s the Raikage. Whatever criteria he has, I’m sure you know,” he began before taking in a few more breaths and calming his nerves. “As long as you can be asset, if there’s potential, you’ve passed. You just need to be molded. That’s my assessment, and at the very least, the boy wasn’t scared to get battered and he lived through it. Now he just needs to be taught how to make himself an effective weapon.”

Listening in more, especially with the news of the assassination attempt gone awry, Uri’s eyes fell to a dangerous glint, a spark of flames flashing briefly. He then remembered the time when he was constantly been put to night watches around the village, told to be careful as possible conspirators were lurking, and perhaps enticing people to join their cause. But most of the time, it was only because the information about these rumored people were about targeting the Raikage. Now, it seemed like it turned for a dangerous turn. Involving an innocent child was not one that Uri took gently. And so when he was asked for his opinion on this, he could only say, “I’d smoke him out. Don’t think I’m just a person who’d blow up everything in my path. I’m not that stupid. Besides, there’s more information to gather when you target individually until you can reach a solid information.”

And as if things weren’t feisty enough, Kaji went and dropped the bomb. Uri clicked his tongue. “So it’s all about bloodline? Is that it? I don’t care if a person was born to the highest ranked person in the land. If they have no strength and potential, then that’s that. The more you cling to his lineage is the more you tend to stereotype and cage his potential. And there are those around you, far more, who are born out of simple families, who have none at all, and because of this, they strive harder, work further, and show incredible talent. This isn’t just about me, but if you want to conclude that everything Hon has shown is simply because of his bloodline and the expectations placed on him, then you’re doing him a disservice as a person. He’s not a child, nor a Hyuuga. He’s his own self.” Strange, for one so seemingly cold and destructive, he knew of the boy’s name, and even calling it in short form. Sometimes, that happened. Sometimes, there was that side in Uri that made him far from being professional… made him more intimate, to say the least, if not overly casual with others. And Kaji was seeing a glimpse of that.

He then walked up closer until he was inches away from the latte. He had no trouble with proximities like this and thought it more of an act of challenge. “But if you really want to make this all about me, then fine, I’ll show you. I’ll show you just what potential I have. I’ll show you what asset they saw in me and how I’m to be used in this war because I’ve been waiting for a long time, always reminded of it but never quite seen. And for someone who wasn’t here when that decision was made for me, it’s the least I can do to properly introduce myself, isn’t it… Vice Commander Kaji Okada?” A small tongue of fire appears along his side of his arm, clinging like a familiar with invisible eyes that stared at the man before him.
 

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