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Post by Toshirō Madara on Jul 13, 2013 19:12:39 GMT -5
 a real uchiha Kannabi Bridge was Madara's most favored place in the world. To him, there would never be anywhere better. It was a place that always seemed to uplift him, a sublime area set between two worlds. With nature on either side, it seemed to be the perfect stabilizer at times, and it would have been a perfect sanctuary had it not been for the traffic. Even on calculated days such as these, that is to say days where Madara predicted low traffic, it still ended up more lively than he could care for at times. Other times though, it was the perfect combination of nature and the company of men. As carts and people trudged by, this was one such time.
He never actually looked back as the people that passed him. He didn't care for them as much as he did their presence. Though he did occasionally ask travelers if he could pet their horses. for the most part he sat on the bridge's right edge (from the the point-of-view of Kusagakure's side) with his eyes glued on the river below. Supported by his hands, Madara was locked in ever flowing thought. He was mulling over the darker sides of his reality and putting five years into perspective. It wasn't a long time. Was it possible to gain such a title as "Shinobi no Kami" in such a small time frame? Was it possible for a twelve year old with a broken body to even become that powerful so fast? The pragmatic answer to all of his dreams was no, but there was always a possibility.
Sitting there, he realized that if he was going to reach the standard that he had set for himself, he would have to begin sooner than later; he would have to leave the Grass behind.
"Traveling the world at twelve sounds just as weird though," he sighed to himself.
Imagine that: a rookie Genin asking his lord for a pardon to travel the world; it sounded preposterous. Then again, so too did beating an illness that no one had a cure for, which was what he and his brother had resolved to do four years prior. In their own ways of course, the two had resolved to do the impossible. Wasn't that more outrageous than shooting for the unlikely?
Like a fish through water, these were the thoughts that Madara swam through.
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Post by Hatake Sōra on Jul 14, 2013 1:38:16 GMT -5
Kanabe Bridge. A bridge connecting Tsuchi no Kuni and Mori no Kuni together. In war times, it was said to be the main bridge that gave supplies, a item of constant attacks, and yet, thrawted each time. One could see small battle marks that could not be wiped unless completely reconstructed, albeit the untrained eye would obviously miss these marks of battle. Mori no Kuni's repairers were gifted. One could ask why the shinobi departing his village in an attempt for freedom was now traversing this bridge, and the answer would be rather simple. Cause he felt like it.
He was now in a crowd of individuals walking alongside the massively stretched bridge, amongst certain points, the bridge had peddlers who would use this chance to profit out of their business from the commuters. A smart tactic, but it seemed the people who traversed the bridge was less than they were used to, due to this, many workers simply looked bored until someone looked their way and they turned into a smile, if passed by, turned back into their straight face. Soura couldn't help but find this funny, reminding him of his villages people.
Oh! Not to forget, Soura had beside him an individual who seemed to be acting as a guide to Kusagakure. Over the time, he found this guide to be unreliable to the point of insanity. They barely got to the Kanabe bridge. It was hard to believe they would be close to reach Kusagakure. "Thank you for taking me this far." Soura said sincerely.
"No prob' partahna. You'll make it to the Kusagakure quickly with my help." He said clueless to Soura's true intention of saying those words. "No. I will find another way to Kusagakure," he turned to look around at the people in the crowd, "I'll find a new guide." The country-bumpkin guide turned around with a depressed face, "Why? Ain't I good enough?" No. Is what Soura wanted to say bluntly, but the man's face gave way to sympathy. "You're an absolute terrible guide, if i were you, i'll find another profession." Well, sympathy wasn't really his thing. ANBU years and such.
The man took half his payment and left. Seemingly turned into a happy clown the moment he received his payment, was this simply a means to gain money? Well, why he trusted someone with an composure and look like that, he had no idea. He took to the bridges railings, looking at the water beside some others who performed the same, "Now to find a Guide to Kusagakure."
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Post by Toshirō Madara on Jul 14, 2013 4:50:32 GMT -5
a real uchiha Madara giggled at the small exchange behind him. Apparently, someone was bad at their job, and his customer hadn't bothered to withhold any disdain. It was nothing serious, the exchange, but it was enough to flare the Genin's imagination. How bad did you have to be in order to be called a terrible guide? It seemed like the easiest profession in the world unless you didn't know way to and from your routes. How could someone possibly . . .
He giggled even harder. "Wow."
He didn't think that even oni could be that awful.
'Yare, yare, o foreigner,' he imagined himself saying, 'nigh is the way to the Grass that you seek! Come hither, and thou shalt findeth what thine wish with little trouble!'
His giggled turned into a laugh with that thought, as he realized that he'd make an even worse guide than the other guy, and that was just what he needed to flush that depression out of his system. He could now return home in one piece, and say goodbye to Kannabi for the day.
But first . . .
"Hey, mister, do you mind if I pet your horse?" Madara asked.
The traveler was incoming, and he had to wait awhile for him to show up. He used that time to absorb a bit about his surroundings: there was less traffic than just moments ago, and there were new people present as well. There was one who stood out, a man in a mask, but Madara didn't dare approach him on his own. He seemed a bit frustrated . . . or something, so Madara instead admired the man's appearance. That was until the horse showed up, then he set aside his guessing and observing to get one last pet in.
When he approached the animal, its rider asked Madara if he liked horses, to which he replied yes. The next question was if he knew anything about them, to which he replied no, but he did reassure that he was always interested.
"I have stables set up in Kusagakure if you ever want to take lessons. I normally don't invite people this way, but you seem to really love animals," the rider said.
"I do, all kinds, but I live in the Grass, so I never see many animals myself. I never knew there was a stable there either," was Madara's replied.
The rider then gave Madara a pamphlet and reassured him that he was welcome to the stables after idle conversation. He then left, and Madara stayed where he was for a bit, choosing to take in what had just happened. It made him happy to know that he was going to learn how to care for horses soon, and maybe it would teach a thing or two about other animals as well. Maybe it would teach him something about himself.
Notes: Sorry if it's choppy. Still getting used to RP'ing again.
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Post by Hatake Sōra on Jul 14, 2013 17:55:36 GMT -5
This might turn more troublesome than Soura had actually wanted it to be. The main reason for a Nukenin to possess a Guide was simply to avoid any dangerous territorial spots grabbed by criminals or whatnot, trying not to stand out as well, thus needing someone well familiar with the area. It would be super convenient to simply hypnotize an individual to leading him to Kusagakure, but doing so could tip off any sensory-type shinobi, something he neither wanted nor needed. Letting out a crisp sigh from his mask, he overheard a boy ask a horse owner permission to pet his horse. Soura turned, only so his peripheral vision could see, and chuckled a bit. Simply because - horses were funny. Why? Probably some deep seated joke hidden within his subconscious from past experiences with the majestic creature, so if it shall ever come to light - we shall never know.
I should find an individual who lives in Kusagakure, then simply follow them. Follow. Tail. Not ask. That was his intention anyways. Albeit, it'll be suspicious as hell, so he thought it over, what if he tails someone who notices his presence and informs others of his suspicious tailing - could be classified as an enemy. He sure as hell didn't want the Soekitsukai or Karyudo Kusagakure was famous for to come after him. It'll be only a bother, and killing others simply for freedom wasn't something he favored.
His ear tickled from the mention of a boy-ish voice state he lived in Kusagakure aka Grass for slang terms. A boy...this could be a nice development. His onyx gaze shifted towards the boys figure, analyzing his physique and attire. He waited for the horse owner to leave and walked up besides the boy, "Take me to Kusagakure." More of a demand than a question. His forceful nature still laid from his constant giving of commands towards others. Could he even phrase a question correctly at this point? "You live there, and i need to go there. Be my guide." He re-stated in a more...clarified meaning, yet still distinctively demanding.
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Post by Toshirō Madara on Jul 14, 2013 21:11:38 GMT -5
a real uchiha There was that voice again, stale and blunt just as before, and demanding, he seemingly wanted Madara to take him to the Hidden Grass. That normally would have been of no issue. Madara was, after all, a very helpful person; however, this guy hadn't seemed very appreciative. He almost sounded as if he had no regards for human life, or at least Madara's life, as if he were just a tool for the moment. If that was the case, the man could find someone else from among the crowd to help him out. Madara was sure the man could find someone willing to put up with his crappy manners for a little pay.
"The first step to getting help is asking," Madara said. "If that's too much for you, help can be found amongst others in the crowd."
Madara wasn't surprised to see that the voice belonged to the masked man, once he turned around that was. The voice seemed to match him almost perfectly. Hidden face, emotionless tone: he was most probably a ninja, maybe even an enemy at that. But then, why would he need a guide? Ninja knew the ways between the Hidden Villages with little issue, except maybe Genin like himself. It made no sense unless the guy had some ulterior motive for wanting to be escorted, and that was something that, if true, Madara wanted no part in. That was when he noticed the lack of a forehead protector: was it possible that he was a rogue? Since his studies of Uchiha Madara, the Genin had become aware of the fact that rogues did exist, but he never conceived that people would leave their villages in this day and age.
Maybe he should have. After all, if his Lord denied him of his request of a pardon, wasn't that what Madara would have to do himself, become a Nukenin?
Bleh. He hadn't the time to think about that now. At the moment, he had to decide how he would deal with this guy.
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Post by Hatake Sōra on Jul 14, 2013 21:38:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]Mein Kampf His expression stayed emotionless through the boy's words. Something he's tried to evade, but being an emotionless soul turned free-bird took more than just will alone, but time and practice. Even now, the boy shot one of his faults in his face, and he knew it completely. He did possess a demeanor in his tone that was rather demanding, stale, and non-friendly. Why would someone act as a guide for him at his current state? He release a silent sigh without change of expression, turned around, ready to take off and find someone else, but there was a nagging feeling in his mind that he should try to obtain this boy's trust, or respect, or something, but there was definitely a nagging feeling. It could've been his own individual desire to make an attempt at befriending someone besides Kuru or Chie, which he wonders what they are doing currently. Last time he heard from them, they said they was going to recon a possible bijuu location. Why he didn't go? Well, because he wanted to go to Kusagakure, and despite Chie's insistence, he decided to allow them to perform their duet alone. A quick shift back to the boy, he squinted his eyes a bit, " Will...you be my guide?" His attempt to ask dubiously most likely gave off a comedic sense of "try-hard-fail" type of situation. It was simply difficult for him to give off an dubious-tone without being stale. At least he tried - that's what matters. If this was to fail, he had already begun counter-measures to ensure his reach to Kusagakure, even if that would become hypnotizing an individual in a mass-crowd[Risky], or following the boy in the shadows. Whatever was the case, he was going to reach Kusagakure. All of a sudden, a brisk thought came to his mind - brilliant, it was. " If you'll become my guide to Kusagakure, i'll listen to one request of yours instead of paying you cash[If reasonable, of course]." Was his idea. He didn't care what this boys desires were, be it to beat up some bullies, or find his pet dog, it was something someone of his skills can do easily. What did little kids want nowadays? Techniques Used: Weapons Inventory: WORDS [371] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: Progression is going quite well.]
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Post by Toshirō Madara on Jul 14, 2013 22:29:36 GMT -5
a real uchiha Madara visibly retreated into thought at the masked man's proposal; there was no denying that the possibility of having a wish fulfilled had snagged the Genin's interests. But what could Madara possibly ask this man for though? He had no idea where this man was from, and even more so, he was ignorant of the man's resources and means to accomplish anything. If he had gone out on a limb and made a wish—if this man really was an enemy or a threat—he would only be revealing things about his ambitions and his desires, and that would only give the man a weakness to exploit. Less complicated though, there was also the very clear possibility that this man would be unable to fulfill the wish anyway. Maybe he had only made that proposal for the sake of getting his way.
Either way, this didn't seem to be a favorable exchange. Trust was a matter of faith, which was a result of knowing, and it was impossible for him to have faith in a stranger whose merits so far weren't that good. Even when the masked man had honored Madara's request to ask for direction to the grass instead of demanding it, his tone had been akin to Madara's brother's whenever their parents would force him to apologize for something he had done. In other words, it hadn't seemed genuine. Granted, it was enough to let Madara know that the man was at least the tiniest bit considerate, whether it was toward Madara or his wallet was a different issue to mull over altogether.
With his mind made up, Madara bowed to the man. "Thank you for honoring my request, but it didn't seem very genuine. I prefer not to use people, so I can't accept your offer either. I hope you can find someone else to help you in your travels, sir."
"Gomenasai," Madara added upon lifting his head.
After that, he began his run back home. However, he was running not because he was afraid of the masked man; rather, he was running because he was once again testing his heart. It was something that he virtually never started doing.
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Post by Hatake Sōra on Jul 14, 2013 23:24:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]Mein Kampf What a bothersome kid. However, not a naive one to accept a genie-wish from a stranger hiding his face from view. He had to give him mental points for that one. Albeit, if in his shoes, he would ask for something relatively easy to perform yet help in his future goals, but that's only him. He became even more bothersome when he gave off a formal departure that is rather rare in today's society, and ran away. His oynx orbs watched his small feet take itself away from his position, but well, this was indeed one of his contingency plans: "Follow him in stealth." Just bothersome. A quick glance around, taking note of individuals and the amount of people that also glanced at the boy running away from him, it seemed to be a few, but if he had directly followed the boy after meeting him, it could very well arouse someones natural curiosity and suspicions leading to further problematic obstacles. Now he wished he possessed Kuru's Sensory Perception, would've been useful in keeping track of this boy, hell, he didn't even receive his name. Standing there, watching the boy disappear from his view, letting things pass by, he took a deep breath. Why did i even try? If a planned objective is likely to not come out as an advantage with a high percentage for success, there's no reason for one to perform or indulge in said plan or situation - An ANBU motto. A general rule of thumb followed by trained operatives tasked with sometimes leading a squad or having to lead a squad. So that's why. His thoughts of ANBU came as the answer. He wanted to perform a risky situation with a low probability for success due to the initial meeting and response, so that he may destroy this motto. He was not an emotionless tool birthed with a singular goal for success, but wanted to live his life in the sky - in risk. Alright. He closed and reopened his newly displayed eyes: SHARINGAN Keeping his eyes focused on the boy's chakra aura, he disappeared, it would seem as if he faded with the wind as he Shunshin from his location onto the bottom of the bridge, running alongside the unseen water with his eyes focused upon the globe of chakra of the boy. This boy. He was going to learn today, that Hatake Soura, Twilight Prince, was an individual that will find his objection - Kusagakure. Skills/Abilities Used: - Sharingan Awakened[3-Tomoe]
- Walking on Water[C-Rank CC Capable]
- Chakra Seeing - Sharingan
Techniques Used: - Shunshin no Jutsu[A-Rank+; 110-20 Feet Max]
Weapons Inventory: WORDS [411] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: Aight, so what we gun do?]
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