Team 116: Team Awkward.
Team 121: Tsu-Na-Mi Retired
Team 112 Death Bringers:RETIRED
Tsuyoi and Friends chibi-kii
Gwendolyn "Gwen" Aphenglow
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
4.3: Sparks to the Future FlameIt was just one thing after another. Hiroki was still shocked that he and his team were even together at this very moment. Earlier that day, he and Kumiko had been separated from Chiyo and Shoichi after the bandits set off some explosive thing that had started an avalanche. The onslaught of heavy, snowy waves had pushed them all the way back to the forest from the day before, and Kumiko had pulled Hiroki out of an enormous snow pile by his cloak. After that, he just started searching for people. Shinju, Hotaka, his teammates, anyone. He was feeling desperate when the red flare shot off in the distance. Kumiko and Hiroki ran towards it at full speed, anxious to see who else would be returning. After reaching the meeting point, he interrogated all the younger shinobi until he finally found his sister. With a tight hug and some peace of mind, Hiroki resumed looking for his teammates.
Now, reunited, they were following the 3 jounin to the bandit camp for a counter attack.
4.1: Ambush"CHIYO, GET DOWN!"
Shoichi's voice rang through my ears at maximum volume. Despite the intensity of the battle before us, I had to stop and rub my ear to get that funny feeling to go away. Hearing restored, I looked up in time to see Chiyo evade an attack from some thug that came at her from behind. She twisted around and did a sweeping kick to the guy's side. I gotta say, that shit looked pretty impressive. Maybe I'd see if she would teach me a move like that when we got back home (if we got back home). Shoichi wove some seals and ensnared the bandit in a genjutsu; my cue to prepare some fire ninjutsu.
As I went through the motions for Goukakyuu no Jutsu, I couldn't help but kinda feel bad for the guy. His boss really picked the wrong group of shinobi to mess with. Did they even know they had targeted shinobi? Well, if the protectors weren't a dead give away, they sure as hell knew now. Seals complete, I exhaled and sent a large fireball the bandit's way. Still under Sho
15.2. A Message from the North“-That's why I'm gonna leave this choice in the hands of the villagers of Tōrōgakure, because this village we all reside in is just as much theirs to live in as it is mine.” Akihiko’s voice carried over the crowds.
Enkou smiled and pushed himself off of the wall. “Not bad,” He said, more to himself than anyone else.
At his side, his young student was fuming. “So what is he saying? That he won’t do shit and just leave everything as it is?”
Enkou sighed a little. Ahh, how very impatient children could be. “No, that’s not it-” He began, but he was cut off by a scream from the crowds.
People were backing away from the area where Akihiko had been standing, pushing and pulling at each other in their haste. The Shikaku Seiei spiralled towards Akihiko, even as one of them lay broken on the ground at the hands of his colleague.
“He tried to kill the Akarikage!” Arata shouted, anger colouring his voice. If it
"They told us it was Hajime," Ibuki says. "But it wasn't, was it?"
Hajime lifts his head slowly to face her. He's sitting on the edge of his brother's bed. His mask dangles between his fingers and he's still wearing his uniform. He's been home for an hour, but he hasn't moved yet.
Ibuki's fists are clenched and her eyes are red. "We're not stupid, you know. We can tell the difference."
Hajime doesn't say anything. Ibuki bites her lip. "So why would you say you're D-Dai? That's sick. It's wrong."
She stomps into the room. She's not wearing shoes so she doesn't make a lot of sound even when she tries. She's small for her age. "Mom couldn't tell, at first." She says. "But then I said that it wasn't Dai-chan. Dad knew too. She wants- she's angry-"
She punches his shoulder. Her fist glances off and he absently notes that her punching technique is horrible.
"Would you just say something already? You can't be quiet forever!"
"I don't want