The Artemis of Kumo [Open RP]

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo stared at the target, carefully aiming his arrow. To any who were around to see, it would not seem like it. Tomo was working on his trick shots, specifically his curve shot. Therefore, his aim was quite far from the target before him. He had already mastered the cure shot from the right, so now he was working on the left. He blew a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. His new blonde color was much more distracting than he thought it would be. However, according to Tomo's research, blonde hair was more popular with the ladies, so in order for his latest goal to succeed, Tomo needed gorgeous, golden locks.

Tomo released his arrow and counted in his head. 1...2...now. Tomo released a sharp breath, shooting a gust of wind towards the fletching of the arrow, creating a path for the arrow to follow. To his dismay, Tomo didn't calculate the trajectory right and the arrow hit just to the left of the bullseye. Some might consider this a success considering how far to the left he had been aiming, but Tomo knew that missing by the amount he had could be the difference between life and death for his enemy. Tomo much preferred death.

Tomo tipped his hat, cueing the ink bird on his shoulder to fly towards the target to retrieve the arrow. Now that Tomo needed to be popular, he decided that getting sweaty recovering his arrows would ruin his image, so he created his own personal caddie of archery. A cute one at that. The bird returned, dropping the arrow into Tomo's open palm, then returned to it's perch upon Tomo's shoulder. Tomo gave it a quick pat on the head. What Tomo really wanted was a moving target, because shooting a human is greatly different than shooting a stationary target. However, he couldn't bring himself to shoot his own ink creations. It would feel like shooting a pet. So Tomo casually glanced around him, hoping to see someone who might be brave, foolish, or naive enough to let Tomo shoot at said person. Preferably someone who acted like Tama.

WC: 358
[MFT]

(OOC: I might be a little slow responding, so please bear with me if you join.)

 

[Homura Akuma]

Namazu face was extremely intense, it was of a young man who was more warlike than that of young man who was simply training. The Kyoujouran only had one setting when training and that was one of all out. He figured if you half assed your training regiment or didn't push yourself, well then your results would stifle and your effectiveness as a shinobi would become stagnant. You would be nothing more than a succesful mediocre shinobi who never gained the ability to take risks or overcome overwhelming odds.

Today, Namazu was clad in his typical fit, with nothing more or nothing less. Despite his routine genesis taking place in the morning he was still going strong into the afternoon.

"1123, 1124, 1125, 1126, 1127, 1128....."

Namazu currently was monopolizing a muay thai clutch on a wooden dummy with his left knee striking repeatedly. He was covered in a slimy sweat, a signature of a hard worker. Today he was not only furthering his physical conditioning, but he simultaneously applied his Zaiken style(rped as Muay Thai) to the point repetition would become subconscious effort known as instincts. His strikes would be perfect with each blow lauched at his enemies.

Moments later he would take lunch, and what was he having for lunch? Chicken salad, two bananas, a gallon of water, and a energy drink. It was upon finishing this highly nutritional meal that he felt vibrations trembling through the earth. Perhaps 5-10 meters from his location due east. Intrigued by another presence Namazu took it upon his self to go check out just who had joined him at the training grounds in order to better themselves.

Maybe, just maybe they could by chance improve each other skills. Consequent to nearing the location where he felt the fluctuations, a lone blonde haired boy came into view with a bow in hand. Strangely he was aim off target? But when he fired what transpired next was quite impressive. The shot curved missing the bullseye mere inches to the left. It caused Namazu to raise a inquisitive eyebrow. Soon his head twisted and if the blondy looked in the correct line of sight he would see Namazu looking back at him with a friendly smirk.

[MFT]

 

[Ryu Hime]

[Inpc Hebi enters topic]

Of course these two students were not the only kids training on the obstacle course. There was also a brown haired girl with some rather strange boxing gloves. First they were made out of metal and second they looked like cat hand-puppets. She was pounding away at the dummy with lightning speed. She did not count out loud like the other two; no she just kept punching and kicking. She was not alone in her training. An older blonde haired woman was watching her. She looked old enough to be the girl’s mother. The woman had a pair of headphones on. She must be listening to some music for her fingers twiddled around like she was playing the piano.

The punching girl takes a breather and pulls a water bottle from her pack. She takes a few gulps and then notices Tomo taking some interesting shots. The one actually curved and almost hits the bull’s eye. Very impressive for one his age. She calls out to Tomo, “That was some pretty nice shooting you got there, but most targets aren’t going to stand there as you aim. One of the reasons I prefer going melee.” She punches the air once. “I like fighting up close and personal. It really gets the blood flowing.”

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

Their eyes met. A boy about Tomo's age standing a ways away. The guy was pretty muscular for being in his mid-teens, and Tomo almost felt jealous. Tomo had never been the most fit child. The guy seemed friendly enough, with an interesting smirk on his face. Tomo could deduce that the guy had a focus on taijutsu, considering the male's body type and dried sweat. An odor wafted to Tomo's nose. It was the smell of hard work. Tomo returned the guy's smile. The boy was different from most Tomo met. Mocha skin was one such trait that Tomo never seemed to come across. It is probably helpful to have for stealth missions at night...unless he had to be in the snow. Snow stealth missions would be my forte however. My porcelain skin would be perfect for the pure white environment.

Tomo realized he had let his mind wander when he heard the call of a woman not too far away. Tomo had been too focused on looking good and training that he had failed to really pay attention to the people around him. He felt a little foolish, and vowed to never let his guard down that much ever again. Tomo had analyzed the mocha man enough and let his eyes rest upon the woman and her companion. Both melee fighters, that much was obvious. He couldn't pinpoint their relationship, so he assumed trainer and trainee. He gave them a flourished bow, his arm and hand circling to his chest and returning up towards the sky. "Well then, ladies, it looks like I have some entertaining to do." He gave them a wink.

Tomo approached the young man and gave another bow, adding the flourish again. "Greetings my fine gentleman. I am Mochizuki Tomo, manager-in-training and rising idol of the Mochizuki Troupe." Tomo gave a flick of his hair to emphasize. He made sure his introduction was loud enough for the ladies to hear, but brought his voice down when he began to address the young man singularly. "I happened to notice the sight and smell of hard earned sweat upon you. I have a proposition for you." Tomo began to twirl his arrow in his left hand. "I believe we could both benefit from each other's strengths. You see, as the fine woman over there mentioned, I have had plenty of practice shooting a stationary target, but that practice can only get me so far." Tomo turned half his body and at the same instant shot an arrow. It was a bullseye. Tomo tipped his hat to signal his ink bird. As it went to retrieve the arrow, Tomo continued to speak. "It is simple enough to calculate my shot on something that will always be there, regardless of whether I move or not. Now a moving target, on the other hand," Tomo motioned to the mocha boy, "that comes with entirely new algorithms."

The bird returned and dropped the arrow in Tomo's open palm. "I suggest we partner up, if only for today. As you are a taijutsu user, it is only natural that you need to learn to dodge ranged attacks until you can near your target. It also could be even more tricky for you considering your...special case." Tomo tapped imaginary glasses on the side of his face, implying that the boy's glasses might be a handicap. "As for me, I have to work to keep big guys like you as far from me as possible, if I can't get a clear kill shot that is." Tomo gave a wink and began again to twirl his arrow. "So what do you say?" Tomo hoped he hadn't overwhelmed his new acquaintance. It was the first time Tomo had interacted with anyone since his recent transformation. He hoped his personality and actions were agreeable to not only women, but men as well.

Tomo let his gaze drift to the ladies. The old him would have offered for them to join. However, the new him was purposely leaving them out. Tomo didn't want his image to be 'pop idol who likes to shoot at lovely ladies.' However, if the ladies insisted on being included, his new personality could not decline. It would be up to them to decide.

WC: 713
[MFT]

 

[Hashashin Tensai]

The obstacle course wasn't a place that the boy was familiar with. As a a matter of fact, it was his first time ever setting foot there. It was a place that, surprisingly, didn't have as many people there at one time as one might have expected. Naturally there would be a handful or two working on their particular techniques and styles, all business and preparing to go to war when called upon. A person could see it as such, even if those making use of the area were primarily youth below the age of eighteen. In the world which they all inhabited, age held very little meaning when it came to skill and strength.

Tensai himself didn't seem as prepared as the others. There weren't any decorative belts, pouches, or visible weaponry anywhere. For one reason or another, he was dressed down even more so than usual, to the point where shoes weren't even a factor. Simple baggy green pants and a sandy short-sleeved shirt were the most of it, giving the impression that the boy hadn't even left his room. Despite all that, there he was, among the future and perhaps current titans of Kumogakure...But, where exactly?

[He's not that small, simply a Chibi-rendition worthy of his current predicament. My profile will give more information, you can reach it by simply clicking my signature image.]​

Well, always and forever the natural loner, Tensai had been sitting in a dark corner with his knees drawn up to his chest. Beside him, a very rare companion in the form of a wild rabbit nestled itself next to the boy. At the present moment, our young teen's eyes were the color of murky waters and gave off a similarly somber feeling. His right hand gently and unconsciously stroked the rabbit's head carefully, which the animal seemed to appreciate greatly. The obstacle course wasn't exactly the place people went to be alone, or to haul their depressed moods along with them...So what happened here?

Well, after getting into a rather big argument with his mother, Tensai took off. Hopped out of his bedroom window without his robes, jewelry, shoes, and simply bolted for it. Frustration and anger had clouded his judgement, but getting away from the source of his displeasure wasn't a bad move at all. Even if he'd hear much more of it whenever he finally did go back home. He was tired of her badgering, and the jeering of his siblings. His mother was more likely than not going through something, and in truth he knew she endured a lot on an everyday basis...But, he didn't like when it was taken out on himself.

For most of the time, he would be sort of spaced out and not noticing the particulars of any of the patrons. However; when his heart's pace finally slowed and his disgruntled mood subsided all became a bit more clear. Just in time to witness an arrow curve before hitting its target, a curiosity that caused Tensai to seek out the source. He'd see a young blond, a dark-skinned male, and two females. One of the females wasn't a youngster, the dark-skinned male was very fit and muscular, while the blond seemed flamboyant and- There it was, the bow. "So, he's the one that made the shot." He thought to himself.

It seemed that they were about to group up and start something, and Tensai was content doing nothing more than watching from a distance. Fate wasn't having any of that today though, and her agent of chaos would be none other than the cute little rabbit. The floppy-eared creature began to hop towards the group, and Tensai ended up trying to stop it. He knew they were about to start throwing, shooting, punching, and who knows what else...If the rabbit was caught in the crossfire, it would be bad. He scrambled to his feet just as the rabbit began a full sprint, and followed suit.

Stepping out into the light to chase his animal-friend, revealed a few bruises and scrapes, likely from jumping out of his window. Just before the rabbit could reach the group of warriors, Tensai would leap forward and catch it before rolling...Landing right in the middle of the group. His clothes were a little dirty, and his cheeks were red with harassment but both himself and the rabbit seemed generally fine. He stood up, and being quite nervous he spoke with a crackling voice. "The rabbit...I-...It was going to get in the way and..." Giving up, he groaned lightly. He wasn't really this awkward, not usually but with the day he'd been having...Well, his mind was a whirlwind of chaotic feels.

 

[Homura Akuma]

The contact that was created between the two males locking eyes wasn’t a socially awkward one, nor was it an exotic lustful stare down of star crossed lovers. It was more of a brief in-depth glimpse into the surface of soul, by surface of soul we’re talking about external appearances here. By external appearances we’re talking about gangsta and on Namazu’s end he initially respected the blond's gangsta . Just like the genin, this blonde haired boy was not exuding any forward hostile energy that needed to be cautioned, however he was enriching the atmosphere with the sweet taste of ambition. A quality of a go-getter that was admired in the eyes of the Kyoujouran, even if it happened to be in the possession of a malevolent being guided by evil.

In other words, from first glance the dude seemed like he was coo.

“That was some pretty nice shooting you got there,
but most targets aren’t going to stand there as you aim.
One of the reasons I prefer going melee.”

“I like fighting up close and personal.
It really gets the blood flowing.”

His head faced the voices, while his bodied remained rooted like a sturdy oak. He could agree with the statement fully, but at the moment he didn’t bother speaking on it. What he did feel like voicing was his name and just as Namazu was going to part his lips and properly break the ice, robin hood broke the silence.

"Greetings my fine gentleman.
I am Mochizuki Tomo, manager-in-training
and rising idol of the Mochizuki Troupe."

‘The Mochizuki Troupe?................
Nope never heard of dem foos.
Maybe my mans Tomo will enlighten me?’​

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"I happened to notice the sight
and smell of hard earned sweat upon you.
I have a proposition for you."

"I believe we could both benefit from each other's strengths.
You see, as the fine woman over there mentioned,
I have had plenty of practice shooting a stationary target,
but that practice can only get me so far."

"It is simple enough to calculate my shot on something that will always be there,
regardless of whether I move or not.
Now a moving target, on the other hand,"

"that comes with entirely new algorithms."

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‘Okay I see where this foo is going with this one.
This would be extremely good practice,
And This’ll give me the chance to practice closing distance on long range specialist.
Come on bro get to the point
You got me hyped. ’​

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"I suggest we partner up, if only for today.
As you are a taijutsu user,
it is only natural that you need to learn to dodge ranged attacks
until you can near your target.
It also could be even more tricky for you considering your...special case."

"As for me,
I have to work to keep big guys like you as far from me as possible,
if I can't get a clear kill shot that is."
"So what do you say?"

“No doubt I’m all in bro.
I prefer real combat situations over striking wooden dummies
ANY day of the week.
Bu-“​

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The sensation of vibrations running through the earth around them caused Namazu to break off his thoughts. The pulses grew close to where the four were precisely located, one reverberation was of a hopping nature, but the other was definitely the foot pattern of a human. Namazu’s brown orbs would waste no time in pinpointing the source and much to his surprise the couple coming their way was far from being seen as a sinister enemies, perhaps the complete opposite even.

<COLOR color="#BFBF80">‘A bunny and boy?
No.
I can’t let down my guard.
As an ANBU-in-Training that would be unacceptable.’​

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So Namazu watchfully waited their approach. The others probably would wonder what the hell he was being so cautious for, especially after seeing what he was focusing on. Yet in the world of games and shadows you could never be too cautious, because in the Chikyuhito’s opinion caution is a healthy mind state that will prolong an individual’s life. As the boy completed his daring rescue with a well executed rolling maneuver, Namazu’s box frame glasses fixated upon the figure before them.

"The rabbit...I-...It was going to get in the way and..."

So this boy was a protector of life. It was very admirable, but a very naïve gesture presuming he was a shinobi of course. Why else would he be here. So this was more than the perfect opportunity to introduce the little one to the brutalities of combat. It was a chance to for him to gain some experience, the same kind of experience that was a very cruel teacher. Perhaps this would be more than what his peer could chew, but if it’s one thing Namazu remembers his father telling him is that sharks are born swimming.

“So then there were five.
We have grown into quite the crowd.
Fate puts interestin puzzles together
Don’t ya think?
By the way, I’m Chikyuhito Namazu, Genin.
Namazu is fine by me,
or whatever is easy to remember.
Personally,
I don’t think anyone should be left out of this game of yours.
So let’s up the ante by includin ALL participants present.
What do ya say?
I have a proposal…….
BUT what would you have in mind?
Tomo-san.”​

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Namazu wasn’t sure how this was going to go down, but his idea was sort of insane. Maybe too insane, because for the Tomo it essentially might be like shooting fish in a barrel, but not necessarily either.

[MFT]

 

[Ryu Hime]

The boxer girl was fuming from Tomo’s suggestion. “Why you Mother @$%ing Pig! You set up a fucking fight and expect me to watch like a little damsel to be won from it! Do I look like a @$%ing Princess?! Girls can be fighters too you know and I am going to beat that into you!” She looks to be in a pure unadulterated rage. Tomo’s idea was viewed as completely sexist and she won’t stand for it. If it wasn’t for Namazu’s suggestion for them all to be in on the fight, she would have tackled Tomo and beaten him to a bloody pulp. Instead she stands there waiting for Tomo’s answer and by god if he did not give the right one she would kill him. With her fists shaking angrily by her side she exclaims, “Well Tomo, are we all in or not?”

Hebi found herself intrigued by Namazu’s suggestion. That he had the balls to even add her into the match. She wonders how she should respond; how can she fight and still make this interesting. She already knows that no arrow what going to hit her regardless of how skill this Tomo may be. However what exactly did he meant by all participates. Surely he was not including the rabbit boy. However his timid expressions might just be a facade. “All of us might be overwhelming the poor boy. On the other hand how often is a battle one on one?” She smiles as she figures out how exactly she is going to take this. “Or when is someone truly alone? As a Chunin I will intervene minimally.”

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo watched the mocha youth as he responded, seeming excited at the chance to be in real combat. Tomo was glad that his little speech hadn't bored the guy, though it certainly wasn't what was motivating him. However the male paused and his gaze seemed to focus on something other than the three others there. Tomo stared at his new training partner, trying to figure out what could possibly have gotten him so on edge. Tomo followed the guy's eyes in time to see a boy roll into the center with a bunny in his arms. Tomo gave the boy a few claps, impressed that the boy could catch the furry vermin. The white-haired kid tried to explain himself, but soon gave up with a groan. Tomo could tell the boy was socially awkward, something Tomo had been trained not to be. His actions made the kid seem younger than he probably was, since he wasn't much shorter than Tomo.

Tomo was going to console the awkward boy when 'Mocha' began to speak. He talked about fate and five people and puzzles. He also introduced himself as Chikyuhito Namazu, mentioning that Namazu was fine or whatever they wanted. Namazu sounded like a fine name to Tomo, so that's what he picked. As Namazu continued his dialogue, he suggested having everyone in on the training, including the girl and the boy. Namazu ended by asking Tomo, which caused Tomo to raise an eyebrow in response. Me? Shouldn't you be asking the boy and the gi... Tomo's thought was cut off by said girl cursing at him. "Woah woah woah! Calm down for a second." Tomo could see murder in the girl's eyes. "I was merely...awaiting you to voice your opinion. And besides, now you're all fired up! Nothing screams 'time to train' like your blood boiling." Tomo felt he was probably only digging himself deeper into the giant hole he was already in, but he much preferred to talk his way out of things, which of course didn't work on the fiery types. The woman with the girl, stating her rank as Chunin, said that she would participate minimally, which Tomo appreciated. Considering that the pupil could beat the snot out of Tomo, he didn't want to know what the teacher could do. The enraged girl also asked Tomo if they were all in, and yet again he questioned why it came down to him. He gave a light sigh, not liking to make decisions dealing with shinobi life.

Tomo started by addressing the young lady. "Of course you are welcome to join our match. I would never deny a lady fighter her training if she asks." Tomo stopped himself from bowing, knowing that if he treated her too special she would probably jump him in a rage. He made a mental note to be more careful who he treated like a damsel and who he treated like an equal.

Tomo then turned his attention to the boy in the center. "Well Bunny Boy, I won't force you to join our little game if you don't want to, but I do think we should take care of your little friend there." Tomo placed his bow on the ground and took a scroll from the pouch on his leg, along with a brush and ink. He quickly drew on the scroll and when done, tapped it with the non-bristled end of the brush. A simple cage popped up from the scroll, complete with a latch to keep the top lid closed. He placed it at the feet of the boy and put away his materials. "This should be an acceptable place to keep the rabbit. You can release it when we're done with training, or use it to move the rabbit away from the obstacle course." Tomo kept a smile on his face while he spoke, but some might be surprised at his inner dialogue. Stupid filthy creature getting in the way of our training. The only use a disgusting, hyperactive thing like that has is to be put in a stew. Granted, his thoughts were just that, and he would never actually go out of his way to harm a furry critter...he just wouldn't be broken up about it if one happened to become deceased.

When his materials were back in their place, Tomo put his hands to his hips and thrust his chest out. "Welp, regardless of whether or not the Rabbit Rapscallion here decides to join or not, we have at least four members for your plan my friend. If your arrangement is what I think it is, my arm is going to be really sore tomorrow." Tomo placed his foot beneath his bow, swung it so the whole thing balanced on his foot, then flicked it in the air. He caught it on his finger long enough to bump it back into the air again with a flip. He finally caught it in his left hand and drew the bow string back, pointing it towards the sky. "Let's hear your plan Namazu the Nearsighted!"

WC: 846

 

[Hashashin Tensai]

Things seemed to be getting out of hand rather quickly. He was thankful that attention wasn't drawn to him as quickly as one would have expected, considering his daring entrance. The younger of the two females was shouting and cursing up a storm. As she went on Tensai's expression softened just a little, grasping a slight understanding of why she was so upset. He knew all too well how girls could get when they wanted to be on equal footing with boys, but he himself wasn't too competitive in nature.

The dark-skinned warrior managed to salvage everything while the blond attempted what would likely be unnoticed apologies. The proposition made was one that left Tensai's expression blank for a moment. With quick thinking he prepared to use the rabbit as an excuse to decline, but the blond offered solution before lips even parted. His murky eyes watched carefully as a scroll was used along with ink and brush to create a physical masterpiece in moments. The cage simply sprung to life from the scroll, and Tensai had never seen such a thing. Of course one heard stories about Shinobi, but hearing and seeing were always very different experiences in one's life.

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he would assess the situation in his mind and eventually come to a conclusion. In this state, he seemed to be simply lost, or completely bored as the reddish blush faded away from his cheeks. The older woman spoke in reference to him, and the words reverberated within his psyche a few times over. "Overwhelming the poor boy...I suppose she means me." He felt his heart sink into his stomach, to meet with what felt like a ball of ice. He knew he was likely the weakest there, for he hadn't even had his first class. Still, being thought of as helpless and weak wasn't something that sat well with him for some reason.

"I'm in, but-" He stopped himself, closing his mouth as he looked at the cage with the same dull expression he managed to maintain. Putting the rabbit inside wasn't something he really wanted to do. It was only going to be for a short while though, so giving a small sigh he'd set the rabbit down inside the cage at his feet. Closing the latch he'd lift the cage and set it down in a relatively safe corner before darting back.

He stopped about halfway, looking off to the side at an abandoned training site. "Perfect..." He didn't have any weapons, or at least he didn't bring any with him. In a situation like this, it wasn't very advantageous to be unarmed, so the remedy for that was ingenuity. Jogging over to the lone dummy, he would then yank out two of the Kunai lodged within its wooden flesh. Once those were procured, he would kick up a half-used spool of Ninja-Wire. In moments he'd be tying the wire around the Kunai...Still, there was another dilemma.

The wire could be quite sharp if enough pressure was applied, and the idea he had in mind could backfire if that wasn't taken into consideration. Another idea emerged and quickly the sharp edges of the Kunai were put to use, cutting off the boy's short sleeves. The bits of cloth would be wrapped around his fingers and palms in a manner that kept them safe, and gave him a semi-bandaged look. With each Kunai attached to a string of wire held in each of his hands, Tensai whipped them both around gently...The makeshift weapon seemed to be a success. He'd walk back over with the same look as before, toying with the wire...Intertwining it with his fingers and slipping out of the entanglement quickly.

He'd look up towards the group, and try to give a somewhat awkward grin, but it was warm and genuine. "I'd rather not be called bunny-this, or rabbit-that...I don't mean to offend by rejecting these names, but I actually like my own name." The sincere grin had the boy's eyes closed for just a moment, and as the lids opened anyone would be able to witness the murky color warp and become a steely grey. "Call me Tensai, I hope I don't slow you guys down or anything." He gave a half-bow, eyes still half-lidded.

[MFT - WC: 711]

[Can I also mark this for potential use for obtaining a BL/CA in the future?]​

 

[Hashashin Tensai]

[Removed at Namazu's request, I'm still game people.]​

 

[Homura Akuma]

The boxer girl's sudden explosive outburst sure did catch Namazu's awareness off guard. He looked at her sideways for but a moment and his first rational thought was to tell her to chill out. Then again it was a good thing it was his FIRST thought and not his FIRST reaction because in the end he didn't want to feel the scorpion sting of a females tongue. She would further press Tomo into the corner by supporting the AiT's free-for-all idea. The older looking lady that accompanied the boxer girl hinted at minimal participation. That was cool by Namazu though she maybe in for a rude awakening when the action got started.

"Nearsighted Namazu huh?
I see we have jokes.
Sunshine I'm going to make you regret that "

Namazu smirked a bit entertained by the playful quip given by Tomo. Casually adjusting the frames more comfortably on the bridge of his nose. The outcome for the group exercise now rested upon his shoulders. He honestly didn't have a plan, instead the Kyoujouran thought having a suggestion was the friendly thing to do in this social situation.

"Uh, well I was thinking that Tomo you...
You can position yourself in one spot with a flag near you and we race to get it. Of course this will take place on a open field, but I don't know what we will do as far as squads? Or if anyone has a better idea shoot? Wait I might need to elaborate some more. Ya?"

 

[Ryu Hime]

The boxer girl sees the bunny boy was looking for some weapons. He had gathered some kunai and ninja wire. Ninja wire is fairly sharp, but the boy had a way to protect him from in. Though, who knows how long it will last? If the wire is sharp enough to cut skin, it is sharp enough to tear up fabric. The girl takes off her metal gloves and tosses them to the boy. “Here kid, try these on. I’m not going to need them.” She then pulls out a scroll and summons three fake pets; each of them resembles a wolf. She takes a puppeteering stance and the pets come to life.

“Let me introduce my puppetry apprentice, Fubuki Haru.” Hebi was not a teacher in taijutsu, but in puppetry, however taijutsu does help in puppetry. Learning how to fight hand to hand allows one to fight with one’s puppet more effectively. Hebi determines that taijutsu will help make a puppeteer’s puppetry more fluid. Hebi summons a Chibi doll and it runs over to Tomo’s side for she liked Namazu’s based idea but had some modifications to it. “Here is your mission Mochizuki-san. The little one beside you is a child to a member of the council. There is a rumor that there is a group of enemy shinobi that will try to kidnap the child in order to influence the council member. It is your job to protect this child from being kidnapped. As for the rest of you, it is you job to take the child alive. If the child dies you both fail.” It was starting to look as if Hebi was going to play a bigger role than she initially intended as the controller of the child.

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

Tomo watched as the boy ransacked a nearby training site, creating an interesting weapon. Inventive. When the boy returned to the group, he declared his dislike of Tomo's nicknames and introduced himself as Tensai. Tomo nodded. "Completely understandable Tensai the Tenacious. I rather much prefer my name as well." Tomo gave the boy a thumbs up. "And considering how resourceful you've been so far, I'm sure you'll learn fast and swoop in for the victory." The fiery girl seemed troubled by Tensai's makeshift weapon, and offered her metal gloves as protect. She then summoned three puppets and Tomo gave a whistle. "Probably should have saved that little surprise for the game. It certainly would have caught me off guard." He gave the girl a smile, hoping that she wouldn't take his comment the wrong way.

With that out of the way, the attention was on Namazu. A quick taunt came from him, and Tomo tipped his hat in response. Sunshine huh...well, better than Goldilocks. Namazu followed up with his plan, which wasn't as much a plan but an idea. A race huh...that could work if done right...

However, it was the woman's turn to speak, and she introduced her student, Fubuki Haru. Tomo wasn't surprised this time when the woman summoned her own puppet, one that looked like a small child. The Chunin gave them a mock mission, Tomo's job was to protect the puppet, and the others were tasked with stealing it. Tomo nodded, thinking this plan would work nicely. However, he needed to practice with his bow, and he still didn't feel comfortable shooting arrows at a kid that didn't have a single piece of armor on.

So Tomo got out his scroll and began sketching wildly. By the time he was finished, he had a giant quiver full of ink arrows. As he rolled his scroll up, he began to speak. "Alright. This sounds like a perfect training exercise. Here is my contribution. Here I have, as you can see, a quiver full of ink arrows. I can control their density with my chakra, so as soon as an arrow makes contact, it will turn to liquid. No fears about being mortally wounded, just some messy clothes. So don't hold back, because I won't." He gave everyone a thumbs up. "Considering the game, I say we solo. If you think about it, I'll be more inclined to focus on the trained ninja, which could leave an opening to Tensai if we watches and observes." Tomo gave a nod to Tensai, hoping the boy would take Tomo's little hint to heart. "The last thing we need to decide on is rules. For example, am I allowed to use ninjutsu, other than my ink arrows of course. Can others use it on me? That's something I'll let you decide Namazu, since this is your initial plan. I will admit, I have three types of jutsu at my disposal, so think carefully whether you want to allow me to use them in exchange for getting to use your own on me." With that, Tomo lifted his hat off his head and placed it on the puppet child. He didn't want it pushing on his bangs, and it was his little way of showing that the puppet was his responsibility.

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[Hashashin Tensai]

In a way, he felt quite out of place. As the other jested among themselves he found himself grinning a little, amused by the friendly jabs thrown between Namazu and Tomo. Tensai himself had never been a particularly fun individual, and rarely made jokes about anything. He wondered whether or not his new acquaintances would find him to be boring, and though he listened to Namazu's proposition the thought lingered like a dead weight upon his conscience. Not so much in the sense that he cared, but it made him question himself, as to why he wasn't very fun-oriented. It was a marvel for another time though, introspection best saved for another time.

He was pulled out of his contemplative hypnosis by Tomo and the new nickname bestowed upon him so quickly, immediately causing the boy to grin broadly and form dimples in his cheeks. "Tensai the Tenacious, I kind of like that." He'd think to himself, giving a gracious bow towards Tomo in gratitude for the confidence the blond appeared to have in him. "Thank you, I appreciate that." He then paused for a moment as the girl with the strange boxing gloves offered them to himself. A large bead of sweat appeared on the back of his head as he was left no choice, none but to catch the strangely shaped accessories.

The image of himself wearing kitten-styled gloves didn't really appeal to him at all. They were made of metal, which he'd find out after being hit in the chest with them and catching before they fell. The impact caused him to cough slightly, no doubt he had been hit in the Solar Plexus, but he played it off by clearing his throat. He'd look down and examine the tools, and despite his distaste for the emasculating style he intended to put them on any way. However; there was a problem. He'd chuckle just a little holding them up.

"I appreciate the gesture Haru, sincerely at that...But, I kind of need my fingers in order to manipulate the wire as precisely as I need to. Wielding these would really only let me swing them around and hope for results-" Mid-sentence he would pause, and it would be apparent to all that an idea had struck him boldly. Without a word to the others, he would slip the purple one onto his left hand. His right remained just as it had been before. He'd be able to manipulate one set of Kunai and Ninja-Wire efficiently with his right hand, but saw many uses for the metallic armament she had given him...The pink one however; was gently and subtly set aside. "Thanks Haru, I know exactly how I'll be using this now..." He said, half to himself while he heard further details added to their exercise by Tomo. "Alright, I'm game." He'd finish, meanwhile glancing over Haru's puppets. In response to Tomo's hint, he would nod in agreement to show he understood, but also kept in mind that Tomo would likely be expecting something from him still. Tensai's mind began running through scenarios and calculating outcomes relentlessly already.

 

[Hashashin Tensai]

As everyone began to prepare for the upcoming event, Tensai heard quite a bit of commotion from the rabbit's location. His face became marred by a saddened expression as he noticed the rabbit moving around in its prison, trying to find a way out. Sighing for a moment, Tensai would remove the metallic glove and proceed to stow away his makeshift weaponry. "I'm sorry but I can't..." He started, his soft voice cracking a little. "That rabbit can't just sit in the cage while I play around, it isn't really fair." With that being said, he made his way over to the strange contraption and opened it up. Reaching inside, he'd gently lift the creature out which soon stopped struggling once in his grip. He'd walk passed the group, giving a small bow to them on his way out. "I'm sorry, but I have to find somewhere to release it. I wish you all the best." With a frail grin he would soon be out of sight.

[I think it's safe to say that I've waited more than long enough. Topic left.]​

 

[Tanuki Rinko]

[Topic left due to inactivity, for paper trail purposes]