Shinobi Life Online
Naruto Category => Naruto Fanworks => Topic started by: America on January 03, 2015, 23:43:05
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So I noticed that many more people have been posting fanfictions related to SLO. I canceled mine awhile ago, but I feel as if I should be writing something on this forum. I've started this thread for a few reasons.
- I will be writing short stories, and you can find updates about that here. I'm not sure if I will post them on this thread, though.
- You can request me to review a story that you have written. These reviews can be harsh, so don't ask me to do it if you are going to cry over it. (Only stories related to SLO please.)
- I might occasionally hold polls to see what you want me to write. (Example: If you want me to continue my old story.)
- (Maybe) Hold writing contests. Prizes for the victors.
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Meant to do hell yes but clicked no instead oops.
But yeah carry on with the story please:)
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My stroy is about a young kid and his dark path of revenge.
Theres not much but it is well detailed.
http://www.shinobilifeonline.com/index.php/topic,1086.0.html
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My stroy is about a young kid and his dark path of revenge.
Theres not much but it is well detailed.
http://www.shinobilifeonline.com/index.php/topic,1086.0.html
I will review this sometime in the future.
Also, I've got a new short story, titled "Understanding of Evil" coming out soon.
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This is the first short story I will be posting, titled "Understanding of Evil". Enjoy, and tell me what you think.
Understanding the concept of evil is difficult. It all lies in the judgment of the onlooker.
With concealed confidence, a man in a solid black robe strolled into a cafe. Located in the Hidden Haze village, the cafe did not do so well, as they sold hot beverages such as coffee and tea. Merchandise like that did not sell so well in such a warm village. Sitting down at the counter, the man ordered a cup of plain black coffee.
“Put out your cigarette, please. Not allowed in here.” The woman behind the counter said, pointing to the sign at the entrance of the building. Usually prideful, the man was going to stand up for himself and protest. Being such a powerful shinobi, a mere cafe worker couldn’t tell him what to do.
He bit back his words, reminding himself that he was undercover, and extinguished the cigarette. She expected an apology, however the man would never stoop so low as to apologize to anyone else.
The bells rang as a new person opened the door. This guy looked around the same age as the other. They both were young, possibly only 16 or 17 years of age. The newly entered shinobi took a seat next to the robed man.
“Nagare Hano! How have you been?” The woman behind the counter asked. “You haven’t visited in awhile.” Apparently, the newcomer was a regular customer.
“I apologize for that, Inari. Katakiuchi has been more active lately. I can’t let them continue with their killings.” Nagare responded. At the mention of his organization, the robed man started to take interest in the conversation.
“I see. Stay safe out there. Can’t lose one of my best customers!” She exclaimed, disappearing into the kitchen to prepare the robed man’s coffee, and Nagare’s drink. She didn’t have to ask him what he wanted anymore, he would get the same thing every time.
“Hey stranger, how’s it going?” Nagare turned to the robed man, stirring up a conversation.
“Didn’t your mother tell you not to talk to strangers?” The robed man replied, turning his head slightly and glaring back at Nagare with his black eyes.
As the woman served the beverages, the robed man used his fire style to warm up the drink. Nagare began to wonder who this man was.
“So, you hunt rogues for a living?” It was the robed man who started the conversation this time.
“So you overheard my conversation. Figures.” Nagare retorted. He stirred his drink, watching the other man out of the corner of his eye. “And what do you do with your time?” He dared to ask. There was no answer. They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peace.
“I purify the evil that lurks in this world.” The robed man finally answered.
“What would that evil be?” Nagare persisted.
“The definition of evil lies in the eye of the beholder. What you hunt and I hunt might be different, but we both see it as evil.” The man got up, leaving his half empty cup of coffee on the counter. He dropped a few coins on the counter, and left the cafe.
Unbeknownst to Nagare at the time, he had just shared coffee and philosophy with his greatest enemy, Pride of the Yugure Council.
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Pretty interesting story. Good job!
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Nice short story America :P
I would want you to continue your old story but only if you wanted to, otherwise you won't have the enthusiasm for it like you did before :)
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Like the others said nice story! and i also want you to continue your old story.
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Great story, and yeah please do continue your old story.
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pls contunie et 5 mi et wuld mek mi so happeh.
But seriously, only continue it if you want to. If you are writing a story with no motivation, it usually comes out as half-ass. If you don't want to write it, don't.
About the short story: it was good! I enjoyed reading it. And you know me, I don't spout complements that mean nothing to protect people's feelings. Seriously, well done.
Aaaaaand I expect a snarky response but it's okay because you're my senpai-sensei-sama-kun-chan-san
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pls contunie et 5 mi et wuld mek mi so happeh.
But seriously, only continue it if you want to. If you are writing a story with no motivation, it usually comes out as half-ass. If you don't want to write it, don't.
About the short story: it was good! I enjoyed reading it. And you know me, I don't spout complements that
mean nothing to protect people's feelings. Seriously, well done.
Aaaaaand I expect a snarky response but it's okay because you're my senpai-sensei-sama-kun-chan-san
The wisest of us all speaks truth.
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http://www.shinobilifeonline.com/index.php/topic,1053.0.html
Review me? :P
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Review my haiku:
America sucks
Not the country but the guy
This thread will be locked.
Kidding.
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Review my haiku:
America sucks
Not the country but the guy
This thread will be locked.
Kidding.
Hilarious.
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Review my haiku:
America sucks
Not the country but the guy
This thread will be locked.
Kidding.
threa'd*********
god indugi lern 2 grammer
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I agree with America. I would appreciate it if you would learn grammar before you tainted the forums with your cancerous posts. @Indigo
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I agree with America. I would appreciate it if you would learn grammar before you tainted the forums with your cancerous posts. @Indigo
You want lunching?
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I agree with America. I would appreciate it if you would learn grammar before you tainted the forums with your cancerous posts. @Indigo
You want lunching?
I already ate lunch, very kind of you to offer though. I would be willing to lunch you if you would like, Indigo.
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New short story, titled 'The God Among Us' coming soon.
Also, @Leebz, I am (slowly) reading your story and preparing a review.
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New short story, titled 'The God Among Us' coming soon.
Also, @Leebz, I am (slowly) reading your story and preparing a review.
Ok bro, cheers
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I was hesitant to post this one, as it didn't turn out as I thought it would. Nevertheless, here it is.
The God Among Us
"Understand the plan?" Kazuo Shoda asked the group of ninja crouched behind him.
"It isn't much of a plan. We just jump in and slaughter a ton of people." Iwane Shoda responded.
"And-?" Kazuo continued. Iwane scratched his head with the round side of a kunai. Halfway through the process, Iwane accidently dropped the kunai. It bounced off the tiled roof they were positioned on, falling down and hitting the ground near where the Kage of the Hidden Thunder gave his speech.
"Fuck." Iwane muttered, watching in horror as the Kage and the crowd looked up at their position. The warm summer wind blew through his hair as hundreds of people glared at him.
"You fuckin retar- GO! JUST GO!" Kazuo activated their clan's Kekkei Genkai, turning his flesh into steel. He jumped from the roof towards the Kage.
The sound of multiple metallic shinobi hitting the ground could be heard all throughout the plaza. Chaos ensued as the other squads jumped, barely noticing Kazuo's early entrance in the darkening evening. Iwane felt the need to make up his mistake by being the one to slay the Kage. He dug his feet into the ground, preparing to launch toward the Kage. Before he could move forward, a shinobi jumped in front of him, weaving handsigns insanely quick.
"Better move, idiot!" Iwane yelled, propelling himself forward, straight at his target. The man finished his Jutsu and took a huge breath. Iwane prayed it wasn't fire style.
Bright blue flames spewed from the ninja's mouth in the form of a dragon's head. Kazuo watched as the dragon engulfed Iwane and lost it's shape, becoming just a ball of fire. In the aftermath of the Jutsu, Iwane was nothing but a pool of molten steel splattered on the stone ground.
As the battle raged on, a Hidden Thunder ninja slowly strolled off the battlefield, into an alley.
"C'mon kid, get back out there! You don't want the Kage to die, do you?" A jonin instructor yelled as he passed the ninja.
"Such trivial matters mean nothing to me." The ninja replied. The instructor was hesitant, but continued on towards the battle.
With his suspicion taking grasp of his mind, the jonin instructor stopped and looked back towards the deserting ninja. The dust from his sudden deceleration blocked his view for a few seconds.
Once it cleared, the young Hidden Thunder ninja was no longer there, but rather a man in a dark cloak, walking away.
"Dirty rogue..." The instructor muttered to himself. Without a second thought, he jumped from wall to wall towards the rogue in the cramped alley, preparing a killer punch. At the perfect range, the jonin launched from the wall, straight towards the rogue.
Mere milliseconds away from impact, the rogue turned a full 180 degrees, blocking the jonin's right handed punch with just his left hand, not moving an inch.
"H-how did you...?" The instructor stuttered in amazement. He looked the rogue in the eye, noticing the special pattern.
"So... Gods actually e-exist." He said with defeat, realizing he had attacked the closest being to a god that existed in the universe.
The instructor quickly realized his chakra was being drained. He grunted, debating if he should just accept the divine punishment.
His first gate of chakra opened.
It seemed to take hours, but the god managed to open all eight of his gates, which he had never done himself.
Within a few seconds of first making contact, thanks to the increased rate of drainage due to the opened gates, the jonin was dead.
Taking his time, the god formed a few hand seals.
Seconds later, the fighting in the plaza stopped. Gasps were common among the group of shinobi as they looked towards the heavens.
Hundreds of house-sized meteorites barrelled towards the village.
Anyone who saw the god's true appearance died, along with many others from collateral damage.
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Poll up bois, go take a peek and vote. I've got a few ideas, and I could continue the story if there still is a high demand.
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Sure
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If it wasn't obvious enough, I already voted yes.
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Alright, so it looks as if I will be rebooting my old story. The first nine chapters were Part 1, and I will now write Part 2. This will also be around 9-10 chapters. At the end of that, I will hold another poll to see if there is still interest for a Part 3.
However, I've got a few things on my writing list as of now.
1. Morigakure Lore
2. Acaryus Ichiro Character (My char redone)
3. SLO Story Part 2
Hopefully it will be out by February.
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Anything in italics is what Acaryus is thinking.
Toshi Noguchi had seen this too many times. The exact same thing, every time. The word 先 drawn on the wall in the victim's blood. The marking was thin, meaning it was drawn with a blood-tipped kunai, which was usually found laying on the ground nearby. The actual victim was sprawled in their own pool of blood, on the floor of a dark alley in Kaminarigakure. A different alley each time.
"Hey boss," Oda Kikkawa motioned towards the right arm of the victim. "You see how he's pointing? What does it mean? Why is he pointing towards a wall?" Oda asked.
"Maybe if you actually did something, we could answer those questions." Toshi replied, giving Oda a cold look. Oda looked hurt, but realized his boss was just disappointed that this serial killer was beyond his capability.
"C'mon kid, let's go." Toshi grumbled, disgruntled at the lack of evidence to find the murderer.
Everyone had a motive, so what was Destination's? (先)
Acaryus opened his eyes, barely able to see anything. He was laying on the couch in the den of the Yugure's base. He could hear the voices of the fodder in the Member section of the base loudly conversing. However, Acaryus found his current situation odd. He didn't fall asleep on the couch last night. He fell asleep in..... The Yugure Meeting.
"Well, I'm sure my opinion wouldn't have made a difference." Sloth reasoned. Acaryus swung his right foot onto the floor, followed quickly by his left. As he stood up, he noticed a presence moving quickly towards his right side. He quickly looked at the door to the member commons.The door is still locked. It's a Yugure. My right side. Rooms on that side? Hiwaka's, my own and Ayame's. It's Hiwaka, for sure. Motive? Sleeping at meeting? Probably. But that isn't enough to invoke Hiwaka's wrath.
Acaryus would've liked to say he was just too lazy to move out of the way, but in reality, he was just too slow. Hiwaka wasn't as fast as Hao, but he still could move much quicker than Sloth. Shoulder to shoulder impact knocked Acaryus flat off his feet, landing a few feet left of his original position. Acaryus propped himself up on his left elbow, turning his head to look into Hiwaka's eyes. True anger. Something happened to a passion of Hiwaka's. He isn't angry about Sanashi's death, so what wa-oh.
"You. You lo-" Hiwaka started, only to be cut off by Acaryus.
"I lost you the vote to your god summoning plan because I was asleep. Instead of reviving Sanashi with the summoned god, we have to replace him with one of his Umbra." Acaryus guessed.
"Y'know, I'd be impressed by your deduction if I wasn't so FUCKING PISSED AT YOU." Hiwaka raised his voice, cracking his knuckles.
"It's a stupid plan. Learn the difference between fantasy and reality. Even if there truly was a god, you wouldn't be able to enslave it." Acaryus said as he slowly rose to his feet. "Of course, you would've forced me to vote for you, even if I don't truly believe in the plan." He brushed the dirt off his robe.
Hiwaka slowly advanced towards Sloth, preparing to fight. Acaryus looked around the dark room, looking for anything to gain an advantage. Hao. Pride sat at the table on the raised platform, watching the fight. Even if we aren't the greatest friends, he won't let me die. Bait out a kunai from Hiwaka, and Hao will jump in to stop the fight. Acaryus dodged the first punch Hiwaka threw, ducking under his extended right arm and trying to land a hit for himself. Sloth's meager attempts to strike Hiwaka obviously failed. Take a few hits now.
Acaryus slowed down, blocking select punches and kicks, purposely taking others and of course, still getting hit by the ones he couldn't dodge even if he was trying.
"Weak. Have you been doing your push-ups, buddy?" Acaryus taunted. As the brawl continued, various insults kept coming.
"C'mon brobeans, you punch like Ayame."
That was it. With that comment, Hiwaka snapped. One last powerful punch sent Acaryus sliding a few feet backwards on his feet. Wrath reached into the pouch on his backside, pulling out a kunai.
"I hope you have no regrets in this life. I'm done with your shit, you fucking psycho." Wrath gritted his teeth and his kunai starting humming with wind chakra. Hiwaka hasn't even noticed Hao.
Hiwaka flew towards Acaryus, kunai in hand and killing intent in mind. Hao wasn't moving.
Mere centimeters away from Sloth's face, a large smirk formed on Wrath's face. Pride still hadn't moved.
Millimeters now.
Sloth didn't even see it. There was a boom and a huge cloud of dust that covered one part of the room, coming from the wall on Acaryus' left.
Pride had moved all the way from one side of the room to the other in a few milliseconds, slamming Wrath's head into the wall. The solid wall of the cave cracked around the site of impact, leaving a meter wide indent.
Wrath was unconscious, bleeding out his head.
"He's tough, he'll live." Pride said, lighting a cigarette. He walked up to Lust's room and knocked on the door.
Just as planned. You never disappoint, Hao.
Tell me if there is anything that needs to be fixed.
Opinions are welcome.
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Wowzers! (read in Mickey Mouse voice)
Really well done. I liked this one. And wowzers! (read in Mickey Mouse voice again) M4 is such a badass holy shiiiiiit.
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That was really good kusa
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That was amazing America, can't wait for the next one.
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I am delighted. I am sorry Indi, but it had to be done. U_U
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Talk shit get hit ~ Pudge 2014
GeeGee Indi.
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Alright, so America wrote this filler thing. It's the battle when my char kills that Kage. (Those of you who've got to read part I will know).
Through the corner of his eye, Kinzokugakure ANBU Captain Hogai Sugiyama could see the robed man carefully sip his burning hot coffee. The gray robe with no other details gave few hints as to who this man could be, but Hogai had ample suspicion. His bingo book had clues towards identifying known criminals, however the aged captain could not remember the specifics. Taking out the book now would alert the anonymous rogue that Hogai was suspicious, unless he could do it so nonchalantly as to not raise question. With no panic in his actions, Hogai slipped the small black book onto the counter. He casually flipped through the pages as if he was not researching one person in specific.
As he browsed the book, he became aware of someone watching him. It was something he could notice easily, almost like a sixth sense. There was no doubt in Hogai’s mind that his cloaked friend was monitoring his actions. To avoid suspicion, Hogai laxly crossed off a random target’s picture, scribbling a few notes. To further convince the onlooker, he left his bingo book on the counter with a kunai jabbed through the center of the book, and headed towards the restroom.
There was one thing Hogai didn’t understand about the nature of rogues, especially those attempting to hide their identity. A hooded cloak raised more suspicion than wearing nothing but normal attire. Hogai certainly didn’t remember every face in the bingo book, and wouldn’t recognize any but the worst criminals if he passed them on the street. By hiding their faces with clothing, they confirmed that they were probably a criminal, and therefore garnered more attention than desired.
As the captain made his way back to the counter, he saw his bingo book in the exact location as he left it, with the kunai still piercing through to the counter. It didn’t really disapprove that the cloaked man had looked at it, but it seemed to remain untouched. The man himself had his back facing the counter as he stared out the window. From his position, Hogai could see a few strands of white hair sticking out in front of the hood.
Hogai approached his stool and took a seat. He reached out and picked up his tea, almost making the mistake of taking a sip. Before the liquid came out of the cup, he quickly put it down, realizing that it could possibly be poisoned.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Could I get a new beverage? This one is cold.” Hogai asked as he pulled the kunai out of the wooden surface.
“We can heat that back up for you if you’d like.”
“No, that’s okay. I’d just like to order a new drink if you don’t mind.” Hogai requested a new beverage. As the waitress shuffled away, Hogai noticed her hands shook intensely. Was he really that scary of a guy? He brushed the thought off and turned back towards the counter. Seeing that the cloaked figure was facing the exact opposite direction, Hogai took the chance to sift through his bingo book and look at the person he suspected. Over the next few minutes, Hogai compared the man in the book to the man sitting next to him. He decided it was a match, however, this man had a minimal challenge ranking. Anyone below the rank of ANBU Captain was not authorized to fight, even Hogai himself was strongly advised to seek reinforcements before confrontation. However, that was not how Hogai operated. He had been in the ANBU for 22 years, and understood how to handle difficult situations.
Hogai turned on his chair to face the mystery man. As he went to place a hand on his shoulder, he noticed his posture was very different compared to before. Also, Hogai observed severe fidgeting and shivering all throughout. It certainly did not seem like the same person that was sitting in the chair earlier.
What was going on?
Instantly, Hogai realized that something was off. There was a foul mood that swamped the entire room. With intermediate talent in sensory, the aged captain could feel the fear in the collective chakra of the room. He was not surprised to discover that the chakra next to him was smaller than he previously thought. Quickly, Hogai pulled the hood back off of the mystery man, only to find out it was a terrified teenaged girl with long white hair. She gazed into his eye with fear comparable of invoking the anger of one thousand gods. Terror was not the only thing that clouded her eyes, she held unbelievable sorrow.
“H-help me….” The girl whispered in a weak voice, as she tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. Hogai wasn’t on duty as of now, but he couldn’t just overlook this. She pointed to a table in the middle of the cafe, which had two seats, one of them empty. Upon closer inspection, Hogai saw the person sitting on the right side was dead. He couldn’t see it clearly from his position, but he could see enough blood splattered on the table and on its clothes to be confirmed as deceased. The hood on the person was up, and as Hogai pulled it down, the head fell completely off the shoulders.
The girl at the counter let out a muffled cry, allowing Hogai to deduce it was someone of importance to her.
“Who did it?” The obvious question came from the ANBU Captain, with no immediate response. After almost a minute of trying to pull herself together, the girl picked his bingo book up from the counter and flipped to the section Hogai had been studying earlier. As expected, it was one of the six remaining Yugure, Hao Kirishima. The sin of Pride. He was notorious for hunting Kages, which sometimes forced unprepared ninja into the vacant position, weakening the village. Of course, he was probably on a reckless dash straight to the Kage's Office. This village was one of the three Katakiuchi had not targeted before. Why now?
The battle was raging by the time Hogai arrived, even though it only started few minutes prior. Both parties were in quite a bind. The Kage had activated his Magnet Style ultimate defense, Iron Susano'o. He held small metal plates suspended in the air around him, forming a solid shield. Despite his fortifications, Hao's Plasma Style already managed to melt several plates, leaving gaping holes in the defense.
Hao, on the other hand, could not last in long fights. He was surrounded by the fourth wave of village shinobi that came to aid their Kage. As night fell, Hao's Fire, Lightning and Plasma releases lit up the surrounding area, making it easy to find the fight.
Hogai jumped down from the roof, avoiding large patches of scorched ground on the way to aid his Kage. Hao mopped the floor with the Chuunin ranked reinforcements that threw themselves at him like fodder. He stepped up to the top of the growing pile of bodies.
"Kinzokukage! Did your father not teach you proper mannerism?! You must bow in the presence of a god!" Hao yelled from his elevated position on the stack of corpses. As the Kage stood up off of his knee, Hogai noticed that some of Pride's attack had hit the Kage.
The Kage looked up towards Hao. The setting sun directly behind Hao illuminated the Yugure with golden sunshine.
"This world is mine to take." Hao said to himself. "THIS WORLD WAS ALWAYS MINE!!" Hao yelled with a face distorted by anger. He raised both of his arms, truly appearing as a god to any onlookers. After a moment of basking in his own glory, Hao dropped his arms, forming a dickish smirk on his face.
"Who are you to challenge my divine authority?" Hao calmly asked the Kage. No response was given. "ANSWER ME, MONGREL!!" As Hao yelled, cracks in the earth opened up, spewing flames. By the time Hogai looked back at Hao, he was only a few feet from the Kage, and moving in fast. The fire spewing from the earth was merely a distraction, but the Kinzokukage was not fooled.
He used his Magnet Release to place several kunai as a wall in front of himself. The Yugure had no option but to dodge. He swiftly stuck his hand out onto the ground before the Kage, pushing himself upward and over the Kage..
As gravity pulled him to the ground behind his enemies, Pride unleashed Fire Style: Dragon Flame Barrage. This was easily blocked by manipulating metal plates into the Iron Susano'o. As the smoke cleared, two giant shuriken flew towards the Kage. Upon impact with the metal defense, it was evident that strings were connected to the shuriken, and Hao held the end of them.
With a few quick handsigns, the Yugure ran a powerful electric current down the wires, effectively making the Iron Susano'o a death trap. Unable to utilize his secondary affinity to fully negate the incoming lightning, the Kage suffered mediocre burns. It was time for Hogai to stand up for his leader. As Hogai pulled a kunai from his waist pouch, the injured Kinzokukage held his hand out in front of the ANBU Captain.
"This is my village to protect. I've already let-" The Kage coughed up blood, interrupting himself mid sentence. "too many ninja have sacrificed themselves because I am weak." He finished his sentence.
"You were supposed to retire the Kage position six years ago, but you held on. This wouldn't be happening if you did what you were advised." Hogai reminded the age-worn Kage.
"You must understand... The only true successor to this position is my daughter. I will only relinquish my mantle in death or upon the return of my child." This sentence caught Hao's attention.
"Your child? Are you referring to Ayame Hayashi?" Pride closed his eyes as a smirk formed on his face.
"What do you know of my Ayame?" The Kage spat, anger displayed on his face.
"Oh, I don't call her Ayame. I know her as the Sin of Lust." Hao grinned as he spoke, knowing his words would provoke a reaction. The Kinzokukage fell to his knees. If Hao could further break the Kage's spirit, he could easily win this fight. Pride lifted up his right arm, instinctively moving to roll up the sleeve of the cloak he wore, until he remember that he left it with the distraught teenage girl at the cafe.
Hao removed the wrist cuff of his raised right arm, revealing a summoning seal. Hao pressed his left hand down onto the seal, channeling chakra into it. With a loud poof and white smoke, Hao summoned one of his Umbra.
"What's the situation at base?" Hao asked, loud enough for the Kinzokukage to hear.
"Uh-, Greed captured Lust's brother and Sloth's sister, Sloth used Greed to kill his sister." The Umbra spoke loudly and clearly, inspiring despair in the Kage.
"And Greed's health?" Pride asked, although he didn't actually care what happened to the obnoxious Yugure.
"He's dead." The answer was blunt. Hao nodded his head and waved off the Umbra. Another puff of smoke announced his depart.
The Yugure looked back towards the Kinzokukage, who was now on his hands and knees, tears falling from his face onto the burnt ground. The metal plates that previously formed his Iron Susano'o had fallen to the ground.
"Man, you must've been a terrible parent." Hao rubbed it in. No response.
Only half of the setting sun was now visible on the narrow Kinzokugakure road.
"The sun sets on your life, Kage." Pride said while placing the cuff back on his wrist. He drew a chokuto and slowly made his way towards his enemy.
Before Hao could deliver the finishing blow himself, the Kage rose from his hands and knees. Hao felt a tug on his chokuto. This was why he didn't use it earlier, it could be easily controlled by the Magnet Style. He prepared for the worst.
There was no resistance towards his advance. Instead, the Magnet Style wielder pulled the blade towards himself at an alarming rate.
With a splat of blood, the Kinzokukage fell to the ground, a chokuto piercing his heart.
"Put my daugh-" He started coughing. Blood. "out of her-" More coughing. "-misery."
That was Izumo Hayashi's final order to the captain of the ANBU. Hogai himself was paralyzed by shock. He couldn't move as Hao nonchalantly strolled to the Kage's corpse, and removed its head.
The last thing Hogai remembered from that day was the distinct smell of a cigarette.
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Why you rogues no like the Kage? :(
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Why you rogues no like the Kage? :(
Because they are our exact opposite........ *dark and creepy look in eyes*.............
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Here we go ladies and gents, a story I scribbled in an hour or two.
The malevolent eyes of a Jinchuuriki would be enough to frighten even the hardiest of shinobi. The rarity of a tailed beast presented them as divine creatures to anyone as lucky as to stumble upon one. Unfortunately for treasure hunters seeking a tailed beast without a vessel, death was commonplace. Although, in the new era of Hidden Villages, the prospect of finding one of the divine creatures outside heavily fortified walls was insane.
However, for Kannaja Imagawa, he wanted nothing more than to flee in the presence of the ominous tailed beast. Well, it wasn't even the tailed beast in it's entirety, just the vessel that carried the burden of hosting such an evil. The only justification for his extended sojourn was the captivating dance of blades taking place just a few dozen meters from his position. The Two-Tails Jinchuuriki had engaged the Kinzokukage's youngest son in epic battle, apparently a test of some sort.
Being the only son (one of the daughters had it as well) to inherit the Magnet Release, Atasuke Oyama would undoubtedly be the next Kinzokukage. As expected of all the Kinzokukage, the Jinchuuriki of the village would be kept within close proximity to the Kage, be it brothers, lovers, etc. With the death of Atasuke's estranged mother, the Jinchuuriki at the time, eight years ago, the Two-Tails disappeared into the mountains in the northern region of The Land of Metal. Somehow the majestically giant beast was able to elude Hidden Metal ninja for two years, until finally being sealed into a twelve year old girl in a remote village.
The young girl was allowed to stay in the comfort of her home village for six years (with increased amount of shinobi allocated to protect and constrain her), until she was finally ordered to migrate from her cozy town to the industrialized Kinzokugakure. Upon arrival she was given a rough welcome by immediately being thrown against Atasuke's two older brothers. These brothers, much to their own embarrassment, lost quite quickly. Being young men, they stormed off the field muttering things such as 'I went easy because she's a girl' or 'She isn't ready for me to actually try my hardest.'
Although the circumstances for Atasuke's fight were different, the outcome was predicted to be the same. The Two-Tails Jinchuuriki, Nari Matsushita, was presented to Atasuke as an enemy of the village, and vice versa. Neither knew this was simply another test.
Those with an untrained eye could not see the battle was more than a desperate struggle over life and death. The sparks flying from the collision of extended claws and twirling swords would soon ignite into a great flame called love.
Don't ask me if they fall in love. That's for you to decide.
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Ahh kusa your poetry makes shakespeare look rad
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