Team 116: Team Awkward.
Team 121: Tsu-Na-Mi Retired
Team 112 Death Bringers:RETIRED
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Gwendolyn "Gwen" Aphenglow
5.4: An Act of Heroism!The samurai that Squad 139 had been pursuing was almost completely cornered. They had followed the armor-clad warrior into a smaller alleyway between the shops, and watched him duck behind a large wooden cart. As Chieri, Chinatsu, and Isao closed in, the warrior popped up from the cart with his arm tightly wrapped around a young boy's neck.
"Don't get any closer!" The samurai's words echoed in the alleyway, his sword poised threateningly. The boy let out a gasp as he struggled in the samurai's grip.
The three shinobi froze. Hadn't the jounin commanders said that it was unlikely hostages would be taken? Chieri glanced at her teammates out of the corners of her eyes, hoping to see a sign of how they wanted to proceed. The situation was dangerous, but that didn't mean she was going to let a civilian life be lost to this coward of a samurai.
"Get out of here now! Or I'll cut this boy in half!" He threatened. The direction of the sword changed from Squad 139 to the boy.
Chieri felt tense. T
8.4: Tender Reunion"Freedom!" I cried happily, tossing not one, but TWO of my heavy layers to the ground. The soft sand almost muted the thump of cloth, wool, and fur as it hit. Almost.
Kumiko snorted as she looked up at me, arms spread wide and enjoying a non-existent desert breeze. I was so overheated that the dry air almost did feel like a breeze as it touched my skin.
"People might think you took a hard hit to the head during the battle if you keep acting so ridiculous." She said with a grin. That tone was one only Kumiko could achieve. She sounded like she was ready to give me a lecture, but highly amused at the same time.
I dropped my arms and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"After fighting in that large battle with that many layers? I think I've deserved the right to act a little ridiculous." I got a large number of burn marks-- or would have if I hadn't been wearing so many layers. Now that I think about it, I guess I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with my cold weather clothes. If th
4.4: Snowfall Celebration"Cheers!" Shoichi and I said happily, clanking two heavy mugs together. As one, we tipped the mugs back and took a drink.
The taste was extraordinary; there was nothing like this back at home. A mix of spices, sweetness, hot sake, and a flavor I've never tasted before. Whatever it was, it was good. I set the mug down carefully, not wanting to spill a single drop, and grinned at Shoichi. He let out a happy sigh. We were in some sort of ryokan in the center of Kosetsumura. It was reminiscent of what we had back in Torogakure, but as if Torogakure had prepared itself for an eternal blizzard. Well, that's pretty much was Kosetsumura was in.
There were a lot of people in here. All of the Torogakure shinobi stood out like a lantern in the night; bright colors, some people ill-prepared for the weather and inappropriately dressed. All of the Kosetsumura villagers wore blue and brown hues, and were heavily bundled in furs, cloaks, and layers upon layers of wool. Many of us were patched up from