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Post by Toshirō Madara on Jul 10, 2013 23:57:39 GMT -5
 destined to fall Madara's heart burned warm as he eyed the stone structure before him: "Little Mountain" was what he and Neah called it, a three story tall mass of Earth that really did bear some semblance to what a mountain looked like. Well, it was what children who had never seen a real life mountain expected one to look like anyway. Amongst his less important goals, Madara had always dreamed of climbing Little Mountain. He always pictured it as the great, Kyūbi-sama, and himself as the great Uchiha Madara. It was a beast to be conquered—it was a fun fantasy, but after finding out about his illness, it had honestly begun to seem impossible. And despite his enthusiasm, it would have been a lie to say that he hadn't once fallen for those thoughts. Even as he started upon the giant body of the structure, he was choking back both the fear in his chest and the insecurities that tried to bind his feet to the ground.
The statistics . . . the doctors . . . the facts . . . all of it pissed him off more than it scared him. He hated the fact that men thought they could just decided his fate like that. They left no room for hope or chance or miracles. They just expected him to roll over like a sick dog! They were not the kami, and as far as Madara was concerned, not even gods had jurisdiction over his fate if it meant supplanting his dream with some half-baked existence of deterioration.
Yes, that was right, it was up to him to decide. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that.
"You're bigger than we credit you for," Madara said to the structure. "Ironically, I feel the a similar way about Kyūbi-sama. I'll conquer you; I'll find him; and he'll be able teach me the truth. I promise, as if my life depended on it!"
And it did.
Of course, he was being a bit dramatic, despite the truth in his statements, but he was heated, and passionate. His self-inflected rage had turned the warmth in his heart into a raging fire. It doused whatever doubts he had. He would not be deterred; not in that day, and not in that hour.
He unzipped his navy-blue hoodie and left it on the ground a few feet from Little Mountain's base, revealing a white T-shirt that wore alongside navy-blue pants and combat boots. He dropped his forehead protector there as well, and with his body now free, Madara placed his foot firmly onto a good, sturdy foothold and started his climb to conquer Little Mountain.
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Post by Tsukioni Haru on Jul 11, 2013 19:15:09 GMT -5
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SUN RISES. THE ARROW OF THE THUNDER GOD WILL STRIKE DOWN His golden orbs looked out over the heavily forested landscape trailing off towards the horizon. The celestial orb known as the sun had long since begun her rise up into the heavens. As she slowly made her climb up to kiss the highest reaches of the heavenly plains, her radiance spread its throngs across the land illuminating everything and forcing him to not open his eyes nearly as wide as he would normally prefer to see. A rogue wind rushed past him making his ivory hair dance about his head. It pushed his long tiger tail off of his shoulder, making it fall down to reach his lower back. Lowering his gaze now to the vast reaches of forest below, the hunter plucked a branch just small enough for him to wrap his fingers around from the tree's grasp before he leaped off of the large branch his feet had clung him to. Heading quickly now through the tree tops the thunder hunter made no effort to conceal himself, but perhaps that was because concealing himself typically came natural to a hunter such as himself. He traveled like this for a good distance until he came to the edge of a clearing where a large rock formation stood. "Little Mountain" as some of the kids in the academy had taken to calling it. He stared at it with those golden orbs of his for a moment before he sat down on the large branch he had been standing on. Resting his back against the trunk of the ancient tree, he removed a kunai from its holster before his began to strip the bark off of the piece of branch he had harvested moments before. That took only a few moments for him to complete and soon he began to shave down the branch and sharper one end to make a makeshift arrow, or at least what looked like one. "So I thought to myself, life has been rather peaceful lately," he talked to himself, filling the silence that had befallen the area around him. However almost as soon as he finished his sensitive ears picked up a voice on the gentle breeze. Snapping his attention toward the rock formation the Chuunin noticed a young boy. It was actually a boy he had seen around the academy perhaps a year or so ago when he had been helping to teach the runts of the litter. He couldn't remember the kid's name for the life of him, but he was certain he had definitely seen the kid before. Stopping in his self set task of shaving down the now wooden shaft, the chuunin got back up, returned the kunai to its holster and put the shaft into a pouch that clung to his hip. Then with a single bound, he was off. He landed in the middle of the clearing and took a few more bounds before he had already ascended the "Little Mountain" formation by perhaps a full story and a half. Crouched down on a small ridge, he watched the younger boy as he attempted to climb the formation. "You seem to be determined to climb this formation despite appearing to be fresh out of the academy judging by your age. So I was thinking to myself, just what propels you to climb this formation? Is it training perhaps?" He then cocked his head to the side as he projected the most blank stare one could give towards the kid. TAGGING: Madara [open] | WORDS: 580 | NOTES: none |
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Post by Toshirō Madara on Jul 12, 2013 2:28:47 GMT -5
destined to fall "Yes," Madara replied, "it is."
Latent in Madara's voice was a hint of exasperation, focused more so at his own misdeeds than his present compatriot's interruption. He was disappointed with the fact that he hadn't noticed the other boy before he spoke—if he could call him that at least. Even though the sun was preventing Madara from making out his more intricate features, this other person both sounded and appeared years older than he, which was good in its own right because it meant that he had a potential tutor. From the remark that was made about his rank, Madara assumed, from the way that this person's perspective seemed to bend, that the boy was above the Genin rank, so he must have had some experience. Maybe he could actually be of some assistance if things went well.
"Or it was at least," he said, returning to his position on the ground. "It's hard for me to do things like this in front of other people."
A warm smile painted Madara's face as he spoke. Although, his eyes never lifted to face this mystery person. He was still the tiniest bit angry that his training had been disrupted. Granted, he couldn't help but admit that this person had probably just saved his life. If his heart had given out near the top of the mount, it would've been game over for him. That thought hadn't quelled Madara's desire to climb the damn thing of course, but it had put his anger into perspective. After all, Madara had turned many people away for similar antics, and there was still the fact that he was hoping to gain a teacher out of this.
He sighed. "I'm Madara," he explained after he dressed himself. "This mountain here is an obstacle that I have to overcome, and this is my first time trying to climb it. I wanted to pick a day where I wouldn't have to worry about other people showing up, but I guess I was foolish was thinking that no one would show at such an iconic landmark."
Notes: Pardon my French. My posts will be rough until I get the feel for RP again.
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Post by Tsukioni Haru on Jul 12, 2013 9:45:29 GMT -5
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SUN RISES. THE ARROW OF THE THUNDER GOD WILL STRIKE DOWN As the boy slid back down the small amount of stone he had managed to scale back down to the earth the chuunin shook his head violently enough that his ebony tipped tail shook about his head before resting on his right shoulder. He let out a small inaudible sigh as he crouched down and placed his left elbow on his leg thus allowing him to place a cheek on his palm. So you're the nervous type in front of those you don't know well, are you?" He cocked his head to the side as his golden eyes soon lost their focus on the boy and caught sight of a small ivory furred creature. Licking his lip slightly the chuunin reached back taking his hunting bow off of his back and pulling an arrow from his quiver. "So I thought to myself, why would you come out all this way just to give up when someone first appears?" He took careful aim with his bow, closing one eye before Madara would likely hear the bow's twang as he let the arrow loose. Bulls eye. The small critter soon fell to its side as the arrow lodged itself just between the ribs of its left side. At that moment the chuunin looked down to the genin, Madara, as he put away his bow. "I am Satsuhito, Rai. It is a pleasure to meet you, Madara." He dropped off of the ledge landing at the bottom of the small drop with much ease as he bent his knees to absorb the recoil. Looking up at the genin now from his crouched position he once again cocked his head to the side. "I apologize for interrupting your training, perhaps I should leave?"TAGGING: Madara [open] | WORDS: 289 | NOTES: no worries |
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Post by Toshirō Madara on Jul 12, 2013 19:34:19 GMT -5
destined to fall Listening to the newcomer's words, Madara couldn't help but notice how nonchalant the guy was, as if being in the area was a chore or something . . . or maybe it was the conversation that was boring him. Madara didn't know what it was, but Rai didn't seem interested or nervous or upset or even eager. He just seemed to be there. But Madara did notice one thing, Rai did seem to be a nice person. He seemed to be patient, and even when he offered to leave, he seemed to do so with the kindest of intentions. Madara could see that he didn't deserve whatever anger had been directed his way.
He had to apologize.
"Please, don't leave because of me. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm just . . . . Well, never mind that. You seem bored, so if you want to go because of that, I think you should. I just don't want you to leave because of me."
White hair, golden eyes, and an unlikely style of dress: Rai was definitely exotic in appearance to Madara. More importantly though was Rai's ambiance. He seemed experienced, which essentially etched Madara's initial assumption into stone—he had to be a high-ranking shinobi, higher than a Genin at the least. Knowing that he was possibly in the presence of a superior changed his mod a bit, for it made him feel like he had something to prove, which was saying something considering that he always felt that way. Then again, he may have been a simple hunter, and Madara may have been getting worked up for nothing.
"Um, you're not a Genin, are you? Chūnin, maybe? Are you hunter, or do you just use your bow for combat? Is archery hard? How did you kill that whatever that was so easily?"
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Post by Tsukioni Haru on Jul 24, 2013 21:35:30 GMT -5
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SUN RISES. THE ARROW OF THE THUNDER GOD WILL STRIKE DOWN This kid was certainly an odd one, but at least Rai's assumptions about him being a genin had indeed been correct. Now he didn't at least have to feel like some sort of an idiot for jumping to conclusions. Then again he wasn't the only one jumping around here. Madara was too. "So I began thinking to myself, you seem to be a kind kid, Madara, however too shy, far too shy, for any typical shinobi." Rai moved his head now in order to cock it in the other direction, or rather, prop it up with his other arm as he placed his elbow on his knee. All while he did this he continued to train his golden orbs on the young genin. However this posture was soon ruined when he was struck with a surprise volley of questions aimed at his direction. Losing his balance due to the surprise the chuunin hunter fell over rolling onto his back however miraculously avoiding destroying any of his hunting equipment. It was only moments later when Rai finally got back up to his feet, taking his time in doing so, and dusted off his clothing of any collected grime. Once he did, his golden eyes now trailed over to the rabbit corpse just a few yards away. "Yes I'm a chuunin." He began to walk away motioning for Madara to follow if he so desired. "Yes I am also a hunter." He tracked down the body of the deceased rabbit and moved to collect his catch, "Yes I do use it in combat." He pulled his arrow free from the rib cage before proceeding to clean it, "It takes practice like anything else, and yes it can be hard depending on conditions." He eventually returned the arrow to its quiver before pulling out a kunai knife, "I killed it by predicting where it would be going, then I loosed an arrow aiming for the rib cage to pierce either a lung or the heart." He grabbed the hare by the ears raising it up a bit, "I would suggest turning away if your squeamish to the sight of blood." With that he pierced the soft white coat of the hare's fur around its neck and drew the knife across making a clean cut to begin draining the blood. Once that was done he sought to cleaning the kunai before putting it away and looking back to Madara. "Tell me, just what is it you aim to become as a shinobi?"TAGGING: Madara [OPEN] | WORDS: 418 | NOTES: none |
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