State of the Union [Plot] Open to All Kumo-nin

[Ronri Takeshi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ALL MY LIFE I WANT MONEY AND POWER - - Clouds. Such intriguing entities. Light yet containing the bane of life in its confines. Moving wherever the wind took them. It was for this reason that some envied them, being able to travel the world so freely and carelessly. However, being easily swayed always led to demise and no cloud could last forever. This reigned true for a village that shared the name, and had for too long been easily swayed by outside forces, but no longer. There was an air of change that would allow the Cloud to direct itself from this point forward, and its name was Ronri. He stood in the clouds themselves being over six and a half feet tall, but he was no air head. Far from it. Overlooking the village from his office the man took in the daily life of those he was tasked to lead and protect. Jutting rock formations led Kumo to having one of the more interesting village architectures out of the five Great Nations, a fact that he found oddly proud of. Natural borders protected them but if war could find Amegakure, then it could also find Kumo. Relying on the mountainous landscape was far too risky, but it had held strong thus far. Ronri had been Kage for little over a year and had been stuck doing mountains of paperwork and running in and out of meetings for most of it. He had yet to see the village from a new perspective, that of a leader. Though Kumo had always been his home it was a different story when the very welfare of the village was resting on his shoulders. He wanted to assess the condition of Kumo for himself, interact with the people, both young and old. He wanted personal insight, not just scrolls of information. It was decided then that he would take this day for that very purpose. The man had left his office in a blur and was on ground level in a matter of moments. Now came the question of where to start? The markets seemed like a better place than none. A village was only as good as what it ate and sold. Nasty food and faulty wares would prove disastrous when it came to trade. It took only a few minutes to reach the dozens of stalls that held within them everything from produce to textile goods, and anything in between. Some had noticed him upon his arrival, and a quick nod or wave was given. Others shook in fear, mostly because of the height. Ronri had never gotten used to people being afraid to speak to him because of how tall he was, though it helped cut down on the unnecessary chatter. He continued at a leisurely pace, eyes drifting from one stall to the next taking mental notes of what needed to be improved. His assistant should have been here, writing all of this down. Perhaps she would notice that he left the office and come running after him, that was always a sight. It felt good to get outside the confines of the office every once in a while, though this journey still had business mixed in with it. Ronri took village matters seriously and wanted nothing but the best for Kumo, and he would do anything to achieve that goal. WORDS 553 TAGS people NOTES: any notes CREDITS akemi of btn RESPECT MY MIND OR DIE FROM LEAD SHOWER - -

[Takayami Ryūzen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #5D8AA8 solid, bTable] Soaring Sage The air was fresh and pure. Embracing the ambiance that is unique to Kumogakure was a daily exercise performed by its Sage - Setsumoto Izuuna. It allowed him to get a greater sense of self as well as his loyal resolve surrounding that Kumogakure, but what more, it calmed down his lust for battle that seemed to seep into his consciousness like madness. Every training session grew dull due to lack of real combat, and without a war in the midst, fighting individuals from other villages were a declaration of war unless taken upon on neutral ground. On the other hand, attacking a talented individual of Kumogakure is an act of treason, unless a formal spar is requested, and thus lacks killing intent from the other party - such a drag. It disgusted him, but fear not, the serenity that is Kumogakure soothe that disgust rather nicely. A deep breathe was taken upon the roof of a local clothing shop that had four cylinder pillars completely random in nature in symmetric form while he, legs crossed, sat in the center. Meditating was an act of centering oneself an attempting to reach enlightenment, but it is also the key to gathering Natural Energy, and increase ones spiritual energy. It held more purposes for the shinobi then it did for any other type of individual out there, even more than a monk, but that's debatable. His lust for combat sported intrusive thoughts that, no matter how hard an attempt to keep out, sipped over the calm meditative state to the center of his thoughts. There was one particular inquisitive thought that intruded his mind relentlessly, and that was the Raikage of a Year, 3 years older than him, and the wielder of the revered Black Lightning said to be feared by even the most powerful shinobi during the early years. He wanted nothing more than to fight this individual, test his mantle, and see if he really had what it took to be Raikage, as Izuuna clearly passed up the opportunity despite being a candidate, or at least he assumed he was. His outward appearance was always strict, perfect, hardworking, intelligent, and thoughtful, while he hid his true nature that developed into a combat lusting shinobi. His spreadsheet of achievements were higher than most of the Kumogakaure's force, including mission completion, teaching, and being a sage helped rather well. Some may see it as envy, but whatever the case may be, Izuuna wanted to fight Takeshi, Ronri regardless. It also seemed that heaven had answered his call, an unusual calm silence caused Izuuna to open his eyes, exit his meditative state, and witness the staggering height of the man his mind has been itching to combat. Coincidences are simply blessing in disguise. Even if it was a formal invitation of a spar, without killing intent, it was something he wanted to do. A jump from his position to ground level, caused some people to jump by his appearance, albeit not because of his speed, which lacked rather much and needed improvements, but of simply his appearance. With a calm stride towards the Raikage, the first meeting was set. "Hello, Raikage-Sama.

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Skills/Abilities Used:

• [None]

Techniques Used:

• [None]

Weapons Inventory:

• Kunai | 10 [Holster]
  
• Shuriken | 12 [Pouch]
  
• Explosive Tag | 40 [Pouch]
  
• Kakkou | 2
  
  
• Smoke Grenade | 3 [Pouch]
  
• Hikari | 2 [Pouch]
  
• Ninja Wire | 60ft [Pouch]

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WORDS [516] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: ---]
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[Ronri Takeshi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ALL MY LIFE I WANT MONEY AND POWER - - Interesting produce and goods, they all seemed to be of acceptable quality. Though acceptable could always be improved, vastly. Perhaps the market could do with some more melons as they were scarce here, and yet again his assistant was nowhere in sight to write any of this down. What exactly was the purpose of having one if they weren't around to do their job? Hell, it would have been better for Ronri to carry his own pen and paper, though that may have scared the merchants into paranoia. It had always been impossible for the man to just blend in with the crowd given his height, and now that he was Kage it seemed that all eyes were on him, even if people were too afraid to actually look at him. He had continued moving through the various stalls and shops that comprised the market area of the village. So far there hadn't been anything out of the ordinary which was always a good sight, and talking to the merchants provided great information on their needs and what would make buying and selling easier. Hopefully Ronri would be able to remember all of it and if he couldn't then his assistant would surely be fired.. or worse. Very useful and definitely something that would help steer the village in the right direction, but this was only one part of the whole and much more information was needed. The man still had a few different areas of the village to visit before this excursion came to a close, so it was best to get moving. However, before the man could take a step a figure appeared before him, and Ronri had to tilt his head down slightly to make out who it was. An interesting surprise to see the sage coming out of nowhere, though he would have preferred it to be his assistant. Some may have not recognized the face but as Kage one was tasked to know the high profile identities in the village. Izuna was his name, and he specialized in hawks. His skills were well documented and there had been much discussion between Ronri and the elders on making him a part of the Thunder Spiitter's, though that was a discussion for another time. "Izuna. To what do I owe this visit?" Ronri asked, knowing that there was something more going on than just wanting to exchange pleasantries, especially with that entrance. Having this many high profile people in one place was just asking for trouble, but he had a feeling that this encounter would not end swiftly. "Walk with me, I'm in the middle of surveying the village." He added, moving in the direction that would lead him out of the marketplace and heading towards the residential area. It would be a decent walk to reach that part of the village which would give plenty of time for Ronri to discern Izuna's true purpose for approaching him. WORDS 497 TAGS people NOTES: any notes CREDITS akemi of btn RESPECT MY MIND OR DIE FROM LEAD SHOWER - -

[Takayami Ryūzen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #5D8AA8 solid, bTable] Soaring Sage It wasn't his first time actually meeting the individual, he was seen during his inauguration as Raikage, yet the staggering height that surprised him then surprised him now with a close-up appearance. However, he kept his composure and surprise hidden amongst a façade of self-control and respective posture. Although, the thought of him using his height in combat was rather interesting. His inner-section of his mouth salivated at the ways he could employ his height in combat situations. His body urged him to grab his slim tower-like body and slam it to the ground. The impulse subsided, but the lingering thoughts of his imagination performing such acts remained. Caused his own perceptiveness to lack when it came to analyzing the purpose of this man's arrival; however, it was revealed by the raikage himself - surveying the village. An act that Raikage don't usually perform themselves. "Curiosity, Raikage-Sama." He answered his first question, albeit late as he was now walking with the Raikage, it wasn't like it was a question needed to be replied with a "sure" or "okay," he was the Raikage and he had no right or purpose to refuse such an offer. Although his words were short, it had all his intentions held into one. Curious of his battle capabilities. "I understand the importance of public appearance with the Raikage, but is it possible for you to properly survey each and every section without prior knowledge of shipments and previously requested improvements?" Although, all improvements would've been sent to the Raikage's desk as notification, it seemed rather odd for a Raikage to remember every little detail, hence there were multiple individuals specialized in that specific matter - improvement and assessment. He wanted to simply say, nevermind that, due to it being a question he had not needed to ask or be answered, but it was already out there. He took various looks around at others expressions, "You should try to improve the image others possess of you, Raikage-Sama. All i can see in their faces are tinges of fear and uncertainty." It needed to be addressed, and in his most formal tone with a slight hint of worry. This conversation might drag on before the correct time for his proposal. Skills/Abilities Used: [None] Techniques Used: [None] Weapons Inventory: Kunai | 10 [Holster] Shuriken | 12 [Pouch] Explosive Tag | 40 [Pouch] Kakkou | 2 Smoke Grenade | 3 [Pouch] Hikari | 2 [Pouch] Ninja Wire | 60ft [Pouch] WORDS [373] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: ---] COLOR TEXT: [5D8AA8]

[Ronri Takeshi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ALL MY LIFE I WANT MONEY AND POWER - - Curiosity, eh? It certainly wasn't unheard of for people to be curious of their leader, but rarely did they appear face to face with them to sate said curiosity, so to speak. Normal circumstances called for one to just find some information on the other, though these two weren't normal people by any stretch of the imagination. Ronri wasn't going to dwell any further on the topic though he would keep an eye out for Izuna's true intentions. His record preceded him, and he would have probably been the Kage had Ronri's family not seeped its influence into the village. Granted, the man would never admit to such a thing as that would call into question his leadership qualifications, which were the best of the best, and there were other things that took precedence over such things. The mans questions about his reasoning for performing such an impromptu survey were both unwarranted and interesting. He simply didn't just go along with the flow of things like so many others would. Who knew it actually than a knack for meditating to become a sage? "A few reasons. I want to see the fluidity of the village as it goes about its day, not static workers who overly polish their wares because they know I'm coming." Ronri began as he adjusted the hat that was tied to his waist. He hated wearing the damn thing and had it not been tied to his mid-section it surely would have been sitting on a desk somewhere, or sitting in a closet it didn't matter either way. "I get reports all the time on what would make the village run better, smoother, but that's not good enough for me. I want to see what will make it great." He added, a small grin appearing on his features. Of course there were other reasons for this trip but those would stay within the confines of his mind. He knew all to well the looks people were giving them, or more specifically him. Ronri had always been much taller than those in his age range which brought about all of the looks, and wouldn't you know it they only increased when he became Kage. Back then he didn't care but now as a leader appearance played a large role. Politics. He hated it, but had to play the game regardless. "That very remark is probably the biggest reason I'm out here, so the people can see that I am not just a figure looming over them and have no qualms mingling. In time they will hopefully become more comfortable with me, but it is not something one can force." Ronri replied as he surveyed the various faces that gawked and cowered in his presence. "No meditating for you today, Sage?" He joked, though partly asking the question to figure out his true reason for being here. He would have to take a look at the missions chart and figure out why one of the villages strongest wasn't out performing his duty. WORDS 518 TAGS people NOTES: any notes CREDITS akemi of btn RESPECT MY MIND OR DIE FROM LEAD SHOWER - -

[Takayami Ryūzen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #5D8AA8 solid, bTable] Soaring Sage The reasons the tower-like, 6 inches taller than the man standing before him, was rather solid, at least from a standard point of view. He took note of his ambitions to increase the functionality of the village, and the comfort of its inhabitants. It did feel like the reasons were too standard expectations of a Raikage, too standard. What more, he seemed to have intentions of creating a sense of familiarity, albeit he possess respect, just not general acceptance. Perhaps there's rumors going about, or something other than his towering figure that caused these people to have that tint of fear painted on their faces. Whatever the case may be, Izuuna had no intention of dwelling on the matter any further nor did he want to elude away from his true purpose of approach. "I'm sure they will, Raikage-Sama." He attempted at reassuring the Raikage of their soon to grow familiarity and graceful respect towards their leader. If he only didn't possess such an imposing figure, and more of a brooding and broad figure of strength, it could, instead of embodying fear, establish a sense of strength and protection amongst the people. Guess political gains weren't always going to be greeted with flowers and candy. It was true. Many of the perceptive individuals who indulge in politics, even himself as a hobby, know of the Raikage lineage and their influence that is sitting through every precipice of Kumogakure. They held top influence, and weren't scared to display it. Which again, brings back to his own could-be-seen-as envy towards the Raikage placement. It had not mattered to Izuuna literally, he never wanted to become Raikage, nor would he have accepted the position even if given to him. Hell, even if the Raikage before him perish through some incident, he would be reluctant to become Raikage; rather, he would outright refuse any direct proposal towards such. Raikage's attempt at a joke brought Izuuna back to reality, "Contray to popular belief, we sage's don't always have a need to meditate everyday." He corrected, the joke was something he's come across many times it he perceived it was a bit tiresome in nature, "However, i've done my meditating for the day Raikage-Sama." He hadn't truly, merely three hours worth, and not near as much as he needed to do so that he may one day master the art of senjutsu. If it wasn't for his recent request for relief time after his long-standing mission streak, he probably wouldn't have time to train in the sage arts. "If it wasn't for my request for relief getting approved, i wouldn't be able to anyways." It was more of a demand for a vacation after a long-period of missions than a request, but potato -- po-tah-to. He surveyed the village with sneak and peaks, "Do you see anything that in need of improvement, Raikage-Sama?" To maintain his outward appearance, he had decided to wait for the survey to have some form of insight before requesting a sparring session. He could anticipate the heated battle they could have if serious, delicious. Skills/Abilities Used: [None] Techniques Used: [None] Weapons Inventory: Kunai | 10 [Holster] Shuriken | 12 [Pouch] Explosive Tag | 40 [Pouch] Kakkou | 2 Smoke Grenade | 3 [Pouch] Hikari | 2 [Pouch] Ninja Wire | 60ft [Pouch] WORDS [---] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: ---] COLOR TEXT: [5D8AA8]

[Ronri Takeshi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ALL MY LIFE I WANT MONEY AND POWER - - An odd attempt at assuring Ronri of his trying to connect with the people of Kumo, and while he would do little more than nod the man had made a note of it. There were only a select few that Ronri felt knew him on a more than superficial level, and for the most part he enjoyed it as such. Too many people who knew which buttons to push was asking for trouble, and it had inevitably led to the situation at hand. Going about fixing such a thing would be a long process and certainly put quite a few people out of their comfort zone, but that came with the responsibility of leading a village. By now the two had begun to enter the residential district of Kumo, with the various abodes built right into the numerous jutting rock formations that sprung up all over the village. Black stair cases wrapped around the formations and led up to the entrances while wooden bridges connected one complex to the other. It was clear to see that maintenance was needed on the stairs as they had begun to rust in some places, and the boards on the bridges was beginning to wear. There was no telling how long it would have been until a report detailing said issues landed on Ronri's desk, and it would have been hell if someone had gotten injured. Again another mental note was made, and again the need for an assistant who actually assisted arose. No matter, something such as this held enough priority to be remembered without the need for writing it down. Izuna had taken decently to the joke it seemed and had also given the reason why he wasn't on a mission currently. That would save the trouble of Ronri trying to figure out why the man wasn't out and about. "Some of the stairs and bridges. Nothing spectacular." He replied while scanning the area for any more problem areas. Ronri was actually pleased that the residential areas were in decent shape as having a decent place to rest one's head after a long day went hand in hand with being a competent, able-bodied member of the village. "Could always be a bit more lively though, don't you think?" He asked, not entirely sure of what he was attempting to convey but noticing the odd silence that covered the area. Granted it still was fairly early in the day but even as far as just something to look at things were rather bland. It was one thing to have a house, but something entirely different to have a home. WORDS 442 TAGS people NOTES: any notes CREDITS akemi of btn RESPECT MY MIND OR DIE FROM LEAD SHOWER - -

[Takayami Ryūzen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #5D8AA8 solid, bTable] Soaring Sage The residential area, it was actually the place that Izuuna possessed a flat not too far from their location. He rare spent anytime in his flat, often meditating with the outside world or going on missions of great difficulty. It made the entire purpose of owning your own place pointless, but not the reason for calling it home, because, albeit symbolic and rare opportunity for him, it is a place where you dictate your life and at your most comfortable. It was indeed, a place where he can lounge around and relax, often bringing female's to receive the gift of a sage. Raikage's assessment of the residential area was far to small. That was the main reason why there were others who possessed specific knowledge of the village to make more complete assessments. There were a few corrupt home-owners who secretly skyrocketed the prices for living simply for greed, something, if it wasn't for his military name, would've been pushed onto him as well. He, of course, reported the actions and have been waiting for an response, however, he could still do nothing more than that as they took legal measures to skyrocket. With the comment about a livelier scenery could fix the situation, it crossed his mind if the reason for such inactive was his own presence, perhaps rumors of the Raikage going around the village has people spooked and scared for their possession and legal activity. He was indeed, the main commander of all military operations. Gah, this is long and boring. His inner-voice spouted out agitated by the method of go-around. "You are most certainly correct, Raikage-Sama. A livelier view would be more pleasant, however, perhaps not at this moment as it is fairly early in the day, and kids have academic and shinobi academies to go to." He said, placing his hand on his chin in a thinking position, "If it was livelier, i would be afraid of our future with children neglecting their sleep and academics." Great that wasn't the case. "Raikage-Sama, i've always wondered and hoped you would indulge me in a friendly spar, if you have time that is." FINALLY! His inner-voice shouted loudly, it's been asked and said. What will come of this development? Skills/Abilities Used: [None] Techniques Used: [None] Weapons Inventory: Kunai | 10 [Holster] Shuriken | 12 [Pouch] Explosive Tag | 40 [Pouch] Kakkou | 2 Smoke Grenade | 3 [Pouch] Hikari | 2 [Pouch] Ninja Wire | 60ft [Pouch] WORDS [372] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: ---] COLOR TEXT: [5D8AA8]

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[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px, bTable] FOREVER HERES TO EVERYTHING COMING TO NOTHING

[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] The longer she had to stay dressed like this the longer she was going to be in a foul mood, once the clan had found out about her wound on such a simple mission they had grown worried and told her sensei they needed to “tend to her” and that as she was one of the four females of the clan everyone could understand why protecting her was something they had to do. And so her tools had been taken and the clothing she called her uniform had been hidden and even her head band had been “misplaced”. she had screamed and threw a fit while destroying a good bit of dishes not to mention mirrors and the likes and still no one would speak up about her missing things. The other girls had tried to calm her down telling her that they were only looking out for her until she could fully use her ability but she had thrown perfume in their faces and they had retreated giving strict orders for things around the shrine to be packed up before Zakuro could destroy them. The women who were married into the family could hardly believe that the young child was going to be let to act this way, however they would not speak up against the Tamayori princess. No their husbands would be greatly dishonored if their own wives were to speak badly about a future leader of their clan. By the time Zakuro had warn herself down the shrine and connecting houses had been cleared away of anything breakable, save for the doors and windows which could not be removed. She had taken half a mind to start breaking glass but found she would most likely hurt herself in the process and she had already bleed enough for the week. Besides the fact that the attire she adorned was far to fat and fluid and she had such a hard time moving around in it, she was to livid to rip the thing off as her entire closet had been replaced with things just like it. The mess of a room she had made left her unhappy and finally the little girl had endured enough, getting out into the village was something she was highly eager to do. Though Zakuro had forgotten about her current appearance which didn’t take people long to notice, sure they would stare in awe when the Tamayori would make the wedding celebration march though the village or the annual festival they held to honor their shrine and its moon goddess. Those were the days in which such an attire was expected and yet here she walked so out of place in a sea of eyes, she had become fluttered and with her face to the ground she quickened her pace. Not far from the gates to her clans small area of inhabitance Zakuro found herself head long into some ones back, she stepped back quickly and was about to apologies when she found herself tripping on the back of the long kimono. With a squeal she fell to the ground as a puff of dust erupted around her, Zakuro sighed and lay for a moment before looking up to the person she had ran into. Not pleased however to see the Hawk sage she made a face though as her eyes traveled to the person he had been speaking with she found a lump in her throat. Yes it was just her luck that in such an attire she had made a scene in front of her kage. WORDS:595 NOTES:OUTFIT made by prism of btn and ls~

[Ronri Takeshi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ALL MY LIFE I WANT MONEY AND POWER - - The man was right, it was still quite early in the day and people had various responsibilities to take care of. Would have been more odd to see a bunch of people lazing out mid-morning. Perhaps Ronri would come back later in the day when most were in the residential district but had yet to enter their homes for the evening. Of course that excursion would have to be a bit more stealthy as to not draw a ton of attention, but that was an easy feat. The Hawk Sage was knowledgeable, not just some nut who spoke about world peace and what not, and he would indeed make a fine candidate for what the Kage had in the works for him. Then it came, the true reason Izuna had tagged along with the man for so long: he wanted a fight. Arguably the two strongest people in the village having a match would cause massive damage to the surrounding area, even if they took it outside the village. Why the man waited so long to ask was a mystery as every moment he waited took away from his respite, though that was to end soon regardless. It had been some time since Ronri had fought, though usually it had been the urge to fall asleep while trying to finish all that damned paperwork. He couldn't lie, it would have been an interesting challenge to go up against a sage. Masters of natural energy they were, a seldom tapped resource that had more risks than benefits. "Your true reasoning finally shows, eh? Took long enough. While I'd like to oblige there is something of grave importance that I want you to handle first--." His reply interrupted by the force of something hitting his back followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. He stopped and turned to see what caused all the ruckus and saw a rather oddly dressed girl sitting before him. There weren't any celebrations taking place today as far as Ronri knew so why was a girl so young dressed so formally? The man bent to knee and offered a hand to the young woman to help her up, she was definitely an odd sight and probably running from her parents. O to be young and care free. Ronri didn't long for those days, he was quite content with where his life had taken him, but knew that the only way Kumo could flourish was with the proper upbringing of its next generation which gave him an odd aura around children. He wanted to protect them but at the same time enlighten them to what the world truly was without scaring them. Sometimes it worked, other times not so much. "Apologies, I'll have to watch where I'm going next time." An odd attempt at a joke, the man was rarely funny but knew that humor was a key to being more personable. WORDS 494 TAGS people NOTES: any notes CREDITS akemi of btn RESPECT MY MIND OR DIE FROM LEAD SHOWER - -

[Takayami Ryūzen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #5D8AA8 solid, bTable] Soaring Sage Oh? So it seems the Raikage had a rather perceptive side to him, with the capability to guess correctly that he was here for an alternative purpose other than to talk. It would indeed be a rather easy assumptions simply due to the fact Izuuna was sure that others had tried to perform the same thing with ulterior motives. His next words came to quick a shock to Izuuna. He requested that he would like for him to perform a task before obliging to his request for a friendly spar - regretful. If it wasn't for his words being interrupted by a thud impact and then a slam upon the ground, perhaps he could've heard the specifics of this request. His onyx eyes moved towards the interrupter to see that it was Tamayori, Zakuro - heiress to the Tamayori Clan - dressed in a very ritualistic outfit commonly affiliated with their events. There was an inquisitive boom in his mind wondering why she was in the residential area, away from her clan residents, in such formal wear? It begged a question and brought an inquisitive brow up on Izuuna's face. Noticing she was on the ground after hitting something, Izuuna turned around to see the Raikage, knowing that she had most likely hit him from the back, and that was confirmed by his attempt at a joke once more. No one can say he didn't have a sense of humor. He would've laughed at the attempt as the joke, almost out of obligation, if it wasn't for him not wanting to be seen as a yes man or a person simply there to kiss up to the Raikage - something he was not. So he didn't laugh, hell, he didn' crack a smile and kept his apathetic expression he had donned on before the crash impact. "Raikage-Sama, i understand your want to bargain, but i would much like it if we could spar before any official business were to pop up, or more distractions." His attempt at levying the situation, it wasn't that he didn't want to do a request of the Raikage, it was he wanted to fight before doing a request from the Raikage. Skills/Abilities Used: [None] Techniques Used: [None] Weapons Inventory: Kunai | 10 [Holster] Shuriken | 12 [Pouch] Explosive Tag | 40 [Pouch] Kakkou | 2 Smoke Grenade | 3 [Pouch] Hikari | 2 [Pouch] Ninja Wire | 60ft [Pouch] WORDS [366] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: ---] COLOR TEXT: [5D8AA8]

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[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px, bTable] FOREVER HERES TO EVERYTHING COMING TO NOTHING

[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] She wanted nothing more then to lay there and die however this man seemed to have other plans in mind, pity she rather liked the idea of being crushed to death in such a pretty garb. But no she found herself taking his hand and pulling herself up to a standing position once more, she would have attempted to brush the dirt off but to be blunt the girl no longer cared. “ why would you apologies to me when I ran into you” she told him rather bluntly, unaware however the man was merely trying to make a joke. The sage on the other hand seemed quite quick to completely dismiss her and move on with his topic, it slightly ignored Zakuro but she would get over it. Picking a fight with him would lead to no good for her and she was well aware of her limits, she at her current start would merely be a bug upon his shoulder. Her brow raised as she listened and she couldn’t help but find a smug little grin on her face “ My Lord Kage, if you wouldn’t mind so much would you care if you and I took a walk. I have a few things I would like to run passed you, that and well being suck looking like this perhaps I would not look so out of place if we were to travel together. My clan had hoped the attire would keep me in place at home however they unfortunately were wrong in their assumptions and now that my mind had cleared I to may have been wrong in defying their attempts.” Truthfully enough now that she had him here Zakuro was surely not going to let this chance get away from her, sure their were times that her clan and the kage spoke though mostly the head and he spoke over festival preparations. This however was a matter of getting her happy ass away from her family for well however long they could manage it. Not that she was going to allow her own kage to know she was attempting to use him in a plot to free herself from his village, no that wouldn’t have gone over smoothly. WORDS:374 NOTES:OUTFIT made by prism of btn and ls~

[Ronri Takeshi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ALL MY LIFE I WANT MONEY AND POWER - - Not a man to just take orders easily, was he? Sparring before a high profile mission held the risk of causing unneeded injury, a fact the Sage more than likely ignored in his lust for battle. Ronri wasn't in the mood to argue at the moment, especially with a child present, but felt that he would end up having to entertain Izuna's request before he would agree to set off on the mission. Annoying, to say the least, but no longer the prominent issue. Golden hues shifted once more to the child as she spoke, her response indicating that the joke had went right over her head. Ronri stood once more after the girl got to her feet, the expression on his face not hinting at his true thoughts. "I doubt you'll agree to the mission if I say otherwise. Fine, I'll send word in a few days time via hawk." That was the last the Kage would speak on that particular matter. Having a strong will was acceptable, but dealing with those kinds of people sometimes was akin to dealing with children who would complain until they got what they wanted. It was one of the various reasons Ronri didn't want kids of his own. As the oddly dressed one spoke once again of joining the man on his trek the dots finally connected on just who this girl was, or rather, her family. She was of the Tamyori clan, a rather prominent group in the village and he had indeed met with the leaders of her clan on more than one occasion. What exactly they had done to drive the girl out of her home in the early morning in formal wear was still a mystery, but Ronri would find out; it was part of his job after all. "I suppose it can't be helped. Come along then." He replied, his tone rather formal considering the age of the person he was talking to. Most children were too awestruck by the man's height to even look at him so walking around the village with the young Tamayori would hopefully improve his image, if even a tad. Once more the man began walking, not a particular destination in his head but rather taking the time to enjoy being out of the office. In time Ronri would get back to surveying the village, but for now he would simply relax... and hopefully give his assistant time to catch up. "So, young Tamayori, no training or missions today?" Ronri asked, thinking back to the Sage's words just moments earlier. It was the exact reason the residential district was as barren as it was. Adults were tending to their duties, be it civilian or shinobi, and the children were either in the Academy, helping their civilian parents, or out on missions/training. But apparently this girl didn't fit any of these criteria, and the man was going to figure out why that was so. WORDS 501 TAGS people NOTES: any notes CREDITS akemi of btn RESPECT MY MIND OR DIE FROM LEAD SHOWER - -

[Takayami Ryūzen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #5D8AA8 solid, bTable] Soaring Sage His concerns for performing the fight other than the mission was probably the same reason the Raikage refused his invitation towards a spar. In confidence, Izuuna always had the mind-set that every mission is his death-bed, and to prevent that, he must give 100%, and a mission given to him specifically by a Raikage could have a higher risk of death than usual. So, due to this unsightly thought, to combat a foe before his possible death was something he wanted to perform. However, in the face of a strong foe, if injury were to occur, so would the likelihood of succession of the mission. Their interests conflicted, or at least Izūna expected so. The Raikage thoughts were not entirely true. If it was an order or the Raikage insisted with his worries at hand, he would've surely disregarded his own personal ambition for the sake of the village and his leader. It was simply a fact of loyalty, and the very fake the Raikage even said such words, and gave him a time-limited had Izūna question if the Raikage thought his Sage was as loyal as he was. What supported his suspicions were the simple fact that Raikage openly suggested that Izūna possessed other intentions besides a lofty conversation. Perhaps he was just being paranoid, or wanted to be, but his own perceptiveness is not to be disregarded, even if it was his self who questioned it. "Raikage-Sama, forgive me for my previous insistence, but if the spar shall take place in a few days, i will be happy to perform your assignment before it took place." He said, his inner-voice kicking him in the gonads for taking such a route, "I will be ready for the mission at any time, simply give me the summons and we'll continue this elsewhere." It was unfortunate, but it was simply to remain on the god-side of the Raikage. He knew this spar wasn't going to take place anytime soon, the Raikage's tone supported that much, and it would only put him on the bad-side of things if he refused or grew reluctant of an order. After his last words, he disappeared onto the rooftops, venturing back to his location of meditation. [Exit] Skills/Abilities Used: [None] Techniques Used: [None] Weapons Inventory: Kunai | 10 [Holster] Shuriken | 12 [Pouch] Explosive Tag | 40 [Pouch] Kakkou | 2 Smoke Grenade | 3 [Pouch] Hikari | 2 [Pouch] Ninja Wire | 60ft [Pouch] WORDS [373] TAGS [---] NOTES [OOC: PM me when new thread is set up.] COLOR TEXT: [5D8AA8]

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[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 100px, bTable] FOREVER HERES TO EVERYTHING COMING TO NOTHING

[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;] Zakuro was in no mood to care about with either of the two older men were saying, they were turning out to be a boring lot and she found the sages attempts for a spar to be down right lame. If he had really wanted to spar with the man he should have just attacked him and told him to spar or lose the challenge, though she supposed the mans status as Kage would have gotten the sage in trouble. If Zakuro had been a sage she would have disregarded titles and did whatever she wanted, who was really powerful enough to stop her from doing so? In the end however she perked up the moment the kage had told her to come along with him, however she wasn’t so convinced he was taking her plea to him seriously. However Zakuro followed after him anyways making sure to keep in step with the man, she was not the type of girl who would follow behind someone else even if his title was Kage. her upbringing had told her she was far to important (even if it was to her own clan and not the world) to follow behind someone else. “ I was punished by Setsuna and she told me I wasn’t allowed to go on any more missions until I thought about my safety more, she’s under the impression I am to reckless because I hurt myself a bit on a non- life threatening mission. And since I think Sensei is scared of her he agreed to her terms of keeping me at home until I can use my hand again. “ the girl hissed in frustration and looked down to the wrapped hand “ so until the stitches come out they have restored to stealing all my gear and leaving me with a closet full of these horrid clothing in the hopes I wont make a fool of myself within the village” she was interrupted by the Sage who apparently had no time for the minor discussion, he apparently thought of better things to do in order to impress the kage and get his sparing match with him. She watched as the man disappeared among the sky and turned her attention back to the kage “ I don’t think I like that sage” she told him rather bluntly. WORDS:393 NOTES:OUTFIT made by prism of btn and ls~