Traveling around Earth coutrie

[Bluedragon44]

Nami sat on a tree waiting for the others. The bandit could be anywhere, she thought. To waste time she started cutting the tree with her kunia. 3 ninjas and some bandit. Her first mission. The trees swayyed as the wind blew though them. Where are they?

[Nai]

Amaru arrived at the meeting spot, inspecting his robotic arm and dragging his blade. He could only imagine what this first mission of his would be like. He pondered; his head high in the clouds and his chest against the wind.

I finally get to go on an actual mission.........I just worry how my team will bare with me..What if we fail?

He looked in front of him as to see the tree. It rained pieces of wood as the clouds had rained water only so many days ago. He stare at the tree for the moment.

So I'm not the first here.....

The bloody curtain wave behind him as he carry himself towards the tree, his sword at hand. He sit at the bottom of the tree away from the tree-cloud with his legs straight forward and his blade across his lap waiting for the last of his teammates. He sit there with all of his attention to his surroundings to make sure he not become a victim of dangerous prey.

Azerial, where are you.............?

[Keva]

Intro - Training Post:

Times Trained: 2

Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)

TP Required: 10/30

With a slight grin Azerial was to leave that of the tower, the giant by human standards which was Rook soon following. Oh how couldn't he grin as he left that tower of pure stone? After all had he not just obtained himself a rather easy job? Eliminate a bandit threat without taking their lives... it said nothing about injuring them to the point of death however had it? With a slight almost feminine chuckle he was to turn about and face that of his puppet with a grin. Through that connection of merely his middle finger upon that lowest most right hand he gave that puppet life... he gave Rook animation.. and he gave himself a method of getting around and protection. With a mere flick of his finger and impulse of chakra Rook was to drop to a knee and bring forward his covered arms. Arms Azerial was to skitter into without a second thought, and without a thought of how it must of looked for that six armed child to climb into the arms of a hooded form to boot!

Yet it was now upon his mount Azerial was to lazily yawn as he was to curl that middle finger once more, with it coming a impulse of chakra which quickly traveled into the puppet's slots, giving to it the animation he desired. From that of the ground Rook was to easily spring forward, all the while keeping hold of it's passenger. Onto the ground he was to land upon his right booted foot, only for that still airborne left leg to touch down and be used as springboard further shooting him forward. Only the constant rustling of parts heard as the duo was to make it's way down the streets and past those heavily defended gates, leaving guards to merely gawk at the rather fast large cloaked form burst past them holding the grinning Azerial who watched them as that cloaked form burst them... Truly it must of been a odd sight to see, yet for Azerial it was merely a matter to chuckle and giggle over in that nearly feminine voice.

Time was to pass all to quickly however, after all it is said when one enjoys themselves time seems to nearly increase it's pace by ten times. Well not everyone added by ten times, that was something Azerial himself had added over his own personal experiences. Yet it was during that brief time between exiting Tsuchi no Sato and arriving at what had been decided as the rendezvous point Azerial had busied himself. With merely his top set of hands he was sculpt it, a spear. Through that of his nose he was to inhale, letting them fill to the point they felt as if they would burst while redirecting his chakra flow into those spinet glands located within his mouth at the same time. With lungs to the point of what felt like popping he was to slowly purse those slightly filled lips, and then he was to exhale all the while maintaining the slight exit which served as the cast for the spear's handle itself. Quickly that golden hued thread was to push from in between those pursed lips which gave it it's roughly circle shape in the handle. With his tongue guiding the golden silk from out of his mouth he was to slowly remove the rather gooey contents from his mouth which almost instantly hardened underneath the air's drying caress. A inch... two inches.. three inches... four inches.. five... six... seven.. all to quickly that handle started to grow in length while maintaining a width of what seemed roughly a inch. Yet all to soon that handle's weight became to much for itself, it started to dip lower and lower with it's increasing weight... and then it started to slip quickly. Uppermost hands shooting up to grab the handle's base he was to slowly pull it away from him giving it even further length. A foot in length was quick to become two and that soon enough to double. The handle had been created and yet the tip was all that remaining. A tip he would finish soon enough, yet for now something else required his attentions... those abused bags of muscle he called his lungs. With intent to live he was to quick to breath in, returning to his body the precious oxygen which had escaped past those lips oh so quickly within the creation of that spear.

Slowly that head to roll back, resting itself against the hard shoulder of Rook. Oh how quickly had he actually been carried from the city to that of the rendezvous point? After all it was upon the horizon he could see those two he would find himself allied with... He had better hurry up. With a slight sigh to calm himself he was soon afterwards to breathe in, allowing those bags of elastic muscle which was his lungs to well with the stored air within them. And once chakra was to find itself directed into those spinet glands within his mouth... and then he was to exhale. Those pursed lips still kept opened by that pole was suddenly to expand in width as his left topmost hand was to come and pry further apart his mouth with middle and forefinger, creating a rather wide line for the base of the spear's head. Slowly though he was to let that mouth come back to it's natural width as he exhaled, causing that of the head to slowly taper, in the process creating a rather triangular point under that of his shaping tongue and slowly shrinking mouth... and eventually it was to come to a end. That of the spear head was pulled free from that mouth.. leaving a slight wad of the golden silk within the poor boy's mouth, yet he was quick to spit it out at the ground only for it to harden...

Yet it was within the arms of the cloaked puppet Rook Azerial was to approach those he was meant to call his allies, a spear among his possessions. It's butt left resting upon his lowest left hand's palm it's head was to stick far above the relatively small child's head, however that was only after he dismounted Rook. Something he proved quick to do... yet it was now upon the ground he was to softly sigh, severing the cords of chakra which linked him to Rook which in turn caused the standing puppet's joints to harden and the life almost instantly be sucked from it... leaving it merely a standing statue, it's owner standing beside it observing who was meant to make up his team with those baby blue eyes... a teenage boy with a prosthetic arm of steel and a hyperactive girl who decided to waste her energy hacking away at the tree's trunk... oh he had surely received some great allies.[/color]

[Nai]

"Are we ready?"

Now that they were assembled, Amaru decided that he'd be the first speak. He understood what the meaning of a task was, and hoped the both of his allies would too. His cape rubbed against the rough bark as he scooted up the tree with his zanbato in his hand.

"The sooner we leave, the quicker we can catch the bandit and reap our rewards. I apologize for being so curt and sounding so much like a leader, but we have been given an assignment. Also, my name is Amaru if you don't know it. Shall we go?"

A gentle breeze lift his jet black hair while he await to be answered.

His puppet hopefully need not rest.

[fang]

( Just giving Keva some wonderful TP. ^_^ )

+8 TP
((18/30))

[Bluedragon44]

Nami looked at the two allies and stopped hacking at the tree.
"Sure, but I think we better come up with a plan just incase the bandit wants to pick a fight," she anounced. She jumped down to the ground and traced a picture on the ground with her kunia. She looked up at the sun to see it's position and stared back down drawing again.
" Ok I say we track our postions with not a cut in the barck but a symbol on the ground so no one messes up our tracks," she said. The drawing was three circles surronding a X.
" It may be hard to draw but noone can mess it up. What do you think you guys?"

[Nai]

Amaru looked up as the continuous hacking noise perished.

The said:

"Sure, but I think we better come up with a plan just incase the bandit wants to pick a fight"

What!? He won't just give himself up. It's a fact that he'll put up a fight. If he didn't it wouldn't be a mission.

Amaru didn't know where this was going, but he decided to listen anyway. He watched attentively as the little brown-haired girl, jumped from the tree. She seemed to have an interesting idea.

The said:

"Ok, I say we track our postions with not a cut in the bark, but a symbol on the ground so no one messes up our tracks."

Good idea, but what if the bandit is watching our group now or eavesdropping on the plan. This would be useless then. What if the bandit is using hypnosis to control her mouth? Or even if he was controlling the boy? And/or his puppet? I have to take these things into consideration. Sorry allies, but that's what I have been taught.

The girl continued to think with her mouth.

The said:

"It may be hard to draw, but noone can mess it up. What do you think you guys?"

Amaru: "I like the idea. What do you think?"

Amaru looked at the six-armed boy and winked twice. Hopefully, Azerial would think about the situation as he had and understand why he winked. Perhaps he would not. Amaru looked through the corner of his eye at their other teammate and blink his eye once more. That way he was sure to be understood without the giving himself away.

Amaru: "It would prevent us from getting lost or caught in some type of genjutsu. As a matter of fact........."

Closed his eyes and performed several handseals as if he was focusing his chakra, then began to mumble something.

To make sure were aren't trapped right now.
Amaru: "....Kai..There we go."

Amaru watched to see if anything were to change.

[Keva]

Continuation - Training Post:

Times Trained: 2

Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)

TP Required: 18/30

With what seemed almost like a amused grin Azerial was to he was to watch those two supposed teammates chatter amongst themselves. This was so... amusing! A handicapped shinobi and a overly chipper girl was meant to go along with him upon this mission. Oh he truly he would of taken the company of Rook over the both of these Shinobi, and Rook wasn't much of a conversationalist for the matter. Then again he was a puppet. With a sigh he was to turn upon his heel and slowly make his way towards Rook only for him to softly place that of his lowest right hand upon it's broad shoulder. "You guys are far from the sharpest of people... Girl, you claim that we should use the ground to leave our symbol instead of a tree to prevent it from being tampered with. All you'd have to do is take a few moments to destroy it and you'd never see a trace of it again. By carving our mark into a tree it would stay there unless one of the following happened. They mark it out, burn down the tree, or place a illusion over it. If they mark it out we would see the scarring of the tree and we'd know we was once there, if they burned it down we would likely see the smoke in the sky or find the ashes from where it once stood. If a illusion was placed over it we would merely need to realize there was one in place and dispel it. If you wished to create a symbol we'd need something hard to detect unless your looking for it. And even then if it is detected the bandits know we have been there and they won't expect us to come back, and if they do they will merely ambush us when we come back to it or the even more likely go into hiding making our mission even harder. The best thing to do is keep no symbols made yet attempt to create a map and keep it with us. Make a grid upon the map... each grid could be perhaps half a mile. Each time we had cleared one mark it out. I could create the map itself and the grid... yet Amaru, your statement is inexcusable. The girl messed up... yet your statement is poor stupidity. What makes you believe the bandits would have any skill at Ninjutsu and Genjutsu? If they did we would of been told and this mission given a much higher ranking... after all, how would we know about bandits if there was not victims to tell of them? A victim could tell us if they had witnessed these acts... yet even more foolish was the statement that they may have a Genjutsu Specialist amongst them. There is very few amongst Shinobi so what makes you believe there would be one amongst a group of foolish bandits. You give them far to much credit..." Azerial was to softly coo out, maintaining a rather soft and caring tone despite his venomous words.

"Now what of spies? If there was any in the area we would not know and they would now know of our plans. Yet I think there is one thing we should take notice of... this is the Tsuchi no Kuni. Forests and grass is uncommon amongst our lands while not to the degree of the country to our south we hardly compare to the fertile central plains of the continent. Look around us... where would they have to hide? Amongst the rocks? If that is the problem we would see them take off once they discover us. All we'd have to do is keep a fierce look out while we use something to look about... and no human should endanger themselves with that task when we had a creation unable to feel pain amongst us." and it was with those words Rook was to quickly rise, a invisible string of chakra having led from that middle finger upon that hand which held it's shoulder. "Do you not agree? If any of you wanted to take the puppet's place and perhaps take a sword, spear, or arrow to the gut be my guest. It's quite a annoyance to maintain a puppet after all...Yet if you wish to annoy my words you may go on your own, we would have two parties of two then. And Rook and I could easily defend ourselves..." he was to finish with a coo only to slowly approach that tree the girl had been cutting. Letting himself lean against the side which had been yet to be cut he was to examine those about him... the handicapped fool Amaru.. the hyperactive girl.... and the always loyal Rook who stood like a statue, facing the 'God' who gave to it life. "Girl... you let your blade dull with your foolish cutting, it is a weapon designed for throwing not melee... if you wish for something of the such I recommend you use this." he was to softly coo, only for that uppermost right hand to slowly come before that mouth with the slightly filled lips. Quick to inhale through that of his nose he was to let those twin balloons of muscle which was called his lungs to reach their limits while that delicate chakra flow throughout his body was once more redirected to that of his mouth and into those spinet glands... and then he was to exhale through pursed lips. From in between those circle like lips a rather circular shaped golden silk was to slide itself out, a rather dull tube for the fact which maintained no shape. One inch... two inch.. three inches four... five... six... seven.. eight.. nine. And then those lips was to quit suddenly close, that tube of golden silk which had already hardened to a density stronger than steel snapped off from those oil producing lips which made it rather like clay to the Kumomusha clan...

In mid drop that right hand which had came up was to snatch the tube by it's very ending, while the hand below it was quick to shoot itself up and begin shaping the girl's dagger. Directly a inch from above his grasping hand he was to start tearing away portions of the inch width tube upon each side, shortening it to more of three fourths of a inch. Only for those oil producing fingers to slowly curl it into a circular and smooth object. A handle had been created and now it was time for the blade. Slowly that bottom hand was to come up just above that handle and slowly grip the whole width of the thing, only for those fingers to pinch in and slowly drag away from the handle. Causing it to slowly form a point... it had become a piercing weapon all to quickly yet it was time to make it a slashing and piercing. To the side of each point of that homemade dagger he was to pinch the side of it only to drag away, causing the sides of it to come into a much broader point which stretched down it's whole width. The dagger had been completed. Slowly he was to let those oil producing glands wean their flows until it came to a stop, allowing in the process for that golden webbing to once more harden to a density greater than steel. With a slight sigh he was to toss that of the blade at the ground beside the tree, expecting the girl to come and retrieve it. After all.. he had learned all to well not to handle the blades of his creation. After all did not a bloody scratch exist vertically down his chest from just between the pecs to the naval? Then again over it a golden webbing had been created, forming a bandage of sorts. "Take your weapon girl.." he was to softly coo as he was to let those hands drop by his side. Those left hands still cradling that spear close to him while that lowest right hand busied itself with his puppet...[/color]

[adasuke]

+6

24/30

[Nai]

Azerial said:

"... yet Amaru, your statement is inexcusable. The girl messed up... yet your statement is poor stupidity. What makes you believe the bandits would have any skill at Ninjutsu and Genjutsu? If they did we would of been told and this mission given a much higher ranking... after all, how would we know about bandits if there was not victims to tell of them? A victim could tell us if they had witnessed these acts... yet even more foolish was the statement that they may have a Genjutsu Specialist amongst them. There is very few amongst Shinobi so what makes you believe there would be one amongst a group of foolish bandits. You give them far to much credit..Now what of spies? If there was any in the area we would not know and they would now know of our plans. Yet I think there is one thing we should take notice of... this is the Tsuchi no Kuni. Forests and grass is uncommon amongst our lands while not to the degree of the country to our south we hardly compare to the fertile central plains of the continent. Look around us... where would they have to hide? Amongst the rocks? If that is the problem we would see them take off once they discover us. All we'd have to do is keep a fierce look out while we use something to look about... and no human should endanger themselves with that task when we had a creation unable to feel pain amongst us......Do you not agree? If any of you wanted to take the puppet's place and perhaps take a sword, spear, or arrow to the gut be my guest. It's quite a annoyance to maintain a puppet after all...Yet if you wish to annoy my words you may go on your own, we would have two parties of two then. And Rook and I could easily defend ourselves..Girl... you let your blade dull with your foolish cutting, it is a weapon designed for throwing not melee... if you wish for something of the such I recommend you use this......Take your weapon girl....."

......Idiot..

All Amaru could think of was how partially stupid Azerial displayed himself to be. He had to be the smartest idiot to ever live on the face of the planet. What type of shinobi was he to not give the bandits their credit. They were, and are, a threat to the village hence the mission possessed reason. Despite the depicted mission rank, a shinobi should never let his guard down as long as dear life remained valuable, for even the sage council could make a major mistake in ranking the mission. How would Azerial know so much about the rogues unless he'd been using his puppeting skills to control the whole situation? His cockiness proved to be his downfall; his words being capable of ripping one's insides asunder. This whole genin team's structure was more like that of an idiocracy. The girl being as dull as the kunai she'd been clipping away with, the boy with his external wooden brain causing him to repetatively dumb-lip, and Amaru himself for believing that Azerial would play along with him to manipulate the girl. If only Azerial had been as smart as he, could they have used her as bandit-bait and made the mission easier than it seemed to be turning out. However, it was never too late.

Amaru: "OK, maybe it isn't a good idea, but you aren't being as bright as you could be now. Besides, we're wasting valuable time and the bandit could be an inexperienced nin like ourselves. Genjutsu and ninjutsu are always threats on missions because they can be used to decieve us at anytime. Now stay on your toes and stop starting irrelevant debates with moronic remarks before we end up in a situation we dont like. We appreciate the weapon. Now can we get on with this assignment?"

The crimson fire in his eyes glowed with a sincere passion, as he had been as calm and true as a noon-sky-cloud on a partly sunny day, sort of like such. The young Aistyn stood with his blade slumped over his back-neck in such a way that would ache his back if he remained immobile for any longer. His long hair hang dead with the same perpetual stiff to that of a frozen corpse. It matched his whole undead aura, along with his Orpheus Fangs, icy pale skin color and lean foundation.

Amaru: "We have much ground to cover."

[Keva]

Continuation - Training Post:

Times Trained: 2

Kumo Nenkin (Spider Sticky Gold)
Rank: C
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Makes weapons harder than steel.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 turn to form 1 weapon.
Description: Like Kidōmaru's other attacks the webbing attacks that is released from his mouth, the webbing used in this attack is golden-like and is as hard as steel. Due to the chakra put into the attack, they can cut through material just like other weapons. For each time the Kumomusha Clan member trains this jutsu, they increase the size of the weapon they can make.

First Training: Fit in palm of hand, kunai/shuriken/senbon sized.
Second Training: No Larger than a katana
Third Training: Spear sized (bow sized)

TP Required: 24/30

With a slight grin he was to look upon the other, oh how cute was this? "Aww, does Amaru really think we need to be so cautious? Is the big mean bandit group going to take out this little bitty group of Shinobi? Of course they are! How dumb of me to think this way, they are gonna march right in here using secret techniques from all over the world! We're gonna die right where we stand and then all of Tsuchi no Sato is going to fall! Oh no!" and then he was to softly sigh as he was to shake his head only to look upon the boy before him with a slight grin. "Yet your right crippy boy... we need to hurry up and eliminate this big bad bandit threat so we don't gotta put up with each other much longer, no?" and it was with that said he was to look at the other with what seemed a rather friendly smile, oh he truly wished to play the part of a smart ass did he not? "Now why don't you two run off in some direction seeing illusions around every corner. I'm quite sure Rook and myself could do this quite well." and it was with that said he was to give a fake little yawn as he brought up that topmost top hand over his mouth while he was to allow those tawny lids to momentarily roll over those baby baby blue eyes. Then they was to snap open and focused quite intently upon the boy before him. "Yet before I do that I must ask boy. What exactly is that large sword for? To compensate for something?" Azerial was to softly coo as he was to slowly curl that middle finger upon that bottom hand. With it's slight curl a sudden shot of animation sent into that puppet which had stopped a bit away, after all did it not rush beside it's owner side only to kneel. It's arms having reached forward once more as if to take something. Was Azerial to hitch yet another ride? It would seem not... after all instead of sitting his tush upon those hands he was to place that spear he had created not to long ago. Only for once it was placed upon those open and upturned palms for those hands to close and the tall figure which was Rook to once more stand and bring that spear to his side at rest. That spear's tip left to hover a mere inch above that ground as that left hand of Rook sat curled about it's middle. Yet it left Azerial's hands once more free excluding a single digit upon a single hand. Hands which was to quickly busy themselves...

All to quickly those six arms was to take position for what he planned on creating. By bringing together the two thumbs of his lowest most hands he was to create the southern boundary while ring fingers was to stretch forward creating the sides. While that of his middle set of arm's left hand was to come in and by using turning his palm up to the sky he was able to form the top most border while that right arm from that same set was to set itself aside the northern border yet on the inside of the square, however the top of his hand was to now face the sky. While that of his topmost right hand was to fill in the remaining gap by sliding itself into the box's remaining area and by doing so creating a mostly gapless platform for the map to be created upon. Slowly he was to inhale from that of his nose while that of his chakra flow was to be redirected once more into that of his mouth's spinet glands, a redirection which had become all so popular within recent day he was surprised when that sudden filling of fullness within those glands struck him. Despite it having happened so many times recently why was it still so surprising when both his lungs and spinet glands filled to the point of popping? He knew not why but he was happy to help both release their contents... yet this time those lips far from took a pursed position. That mouth was spread as far as it could stretch and he was to exhale. No longer was the production of this golden silk a dense concentration, it was a wide yet strong spray of minute amounts. Into that square it was to softly blow only to make contact with those hands which had activated their oil producing glands keeping them free from being stuck to this fresh batch of golden webbing. All to quickly a soft covering of the stuff had been created, perhaps a eight of a inch in width and yet it covered the whole area of that square created by those long skinny fingers. Slowly though that remaining hand which had been left free from the square's forming was to come in and slowly spread about that of the still moist webbing to fill in the gaps of where fingers had met the next hand. The map itself had been created and yet now was time for the details...

Quick to inhale once again he was let those balloons of muscle expand to the point of busting again and as usual exhale... but this time it was met by closed lips and that of the still overloaded spinet glands was still glad to let their silk be carried by the short hot burst of air and collide with the inside of those lips... only for that tongue to pry it away and rest upon it. It was time to... 'finger paint'. Into that mouth was to slowly dip the ring finger of that free hand, letting a small amount gather upon that fingers tip before pulling it free and bringing it onto the map's top.. only for him to slowly pull his finger, as straight as he could down to the base of the map. The first line had been formed. And he was quick to do likewise four more times creating in total five lines running from top to bottom... and then he was to once more let his finger dip within that mouth and collect a sparse amount of webbing only to drag it horizontally across the map ten times from top to bottom. Dipping his finger in with each lines finish for additional webbing... all the while creating those little raised lines across the map which served as the grid. It was time for one final thing however, dipping into his mouth one last time he was to let his finger collect amount of webbing... and then he was to go to the fifth line down's third square only to draw a circle. And then he was to pull his finger away to slide it back within his mouth, letting him drag away the still clay like webbing away from his finger which he was quick to wipe down the side of his jeans... and then he was to turn his head and spit in the direction of the tree, in the process that leftover ball of webbing to plop out of his mouth and make contact with the air... almost instantly hardening without the oil like material the Kumomusha's clans skin could produce. And then he was to slowly wean one that hand's oil production upon the topmost boundary of the map until it was to come to a end... and then all to quickly it was to harden connected to the skin. Quick yet gently pulling away he was to free his other hands, the areas which had once been constantly moisturized by those hands drying out some yet not completely... and then he was to wait for those hands to wean only to softly grab it's bottom length between forefinger and thumb, only to let that hand which served as northern boundary to once more produce it's oil and pull away... only for that map to almost instantly harden. The map had been created. "A tip boys and girls.. don't go try folding it in half and be careful with the edges, they will likely be sharp and cut you..." he was to softly coo as he looked at that roughly formed map. Now he need simply think of a water to carry it... he couldn't fold it up due to it's hardness being like steel... now could he really carry it without threat of cutting himself. How to do it then? All to quickly a idea came which made him grin. "Girlie... why don't you come and stand in front of me for a second with your back to me. I have a idea of how to carry this blasted thing." he was to slowly coo as he was to stand there, leaning against the tree... watching that one armed boy in front of him who had earned himself a new nickname within the eyes of Azerial.[/color]

[awesomo]

+6
((30/30))

Add to yo' purple... I MEAN bio.

[Nai]

Azerial said:

"Aww, does Amaru really think we need to be so cautious? Is the big mean bandit group going to take out this little bitty group of Shinobi? Of course they are! How dumb of me to think this way, they are gonna march right in here using secret techniques from all over the world! We're gonna die right where we stand and then all of Tsuchi no Sato is going to fall! Oh no.........Yet your right crippy boy... we need to hurry up and eliminate this big bad bandit threat so we don't gotta put up with each other much longer, no............Now why don't you two run off in some direction seeing illusions around every corner. I'm quite sure Rook and myself could do this quite well........Yet before I do that I must ask boy. What exactly is that large sword for? To compensate for something..............Girlie... why don't you come and stand in front of me for a second with your back to me. I have a idea of how to carry this blasted thing.

Amaru released a small chuckle. The four fangs in his upper set of teeth dripping with thick, gooey saliva to the bottom of his mouth. His tongues slapped across his teeth as to wipe it away.

Amaru: "One, your map lacks skill for a person with two arms, yet you hone ten and still can't manage one of the four pair. Two, this sword is for cutting wood. Three, why didn't you just purse your lips and make a holster. I hope the Kumomusha Clan don't think like spider's too. If they do, you might not be safe on a C-Rank mission. You'd be better off crawling into a corner and playing with your wood doll thing like a nice little girl..before I deflate it. Don't you agree, Assy-poo?"

It seemed to him as Azerial was getting mad. He enjoyed the little freak boy's company. His pure moronity and cockiness amused the passive, more collected Amaru. It was like housing a kitten with a mouse. Amaru was having fun playing with the smaller Azerial, but unfortunately, Azerial seemed to be getting pissed. However, it was only a matter of time before his fun would be over. Perhaps a battle would be in-demand then. Untill then, Amaru was forced to fight along side him and his wooden life.

Does he know how flammable wood is?

Amaru chuckled once more, this time showing all 6 fangs to their red tips.

Amaru: "Let us move out now."

Then tucking the zanbatou in between his arm and torso and squatting forward, Amaru performed several handseals. In a double- burst of smoke, the tall-nin appear in the same position with his eyes closed.

Amaru: "Damn! I can't even shunshin correctly anymore."

....Stupid!

There had to be a reason for the double-burst of chakra.

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Nami looked at Amaru intenly. Was he trying to back me up earlier, she thought. "Amaru when you tryed to go something held you down. Maybe I will travel with you while boyo over there travels with that oversived puppet." she said. Nami looked back at Azerial confused. " Why do you want me to stand there hmm? Oh and by the way my name's Nami not Girlie. If we are going to get this mission done we have to work as a team!"

[Nai]

The said:

"Amaru when you tryed to go something held you down. Maybe I will travel with you while boyo over there travels with that oversized puppet......Why do you want me to stand there hmm? Oh and by the way my name's Nami not Girlie. If we are going to get this mission done we have to work as a team!

Nami was partially right about that. If everyone were to put in a team effort then the mission would be a lot easier. However, that was impossible with this team. With Amaru accidentally acting like a leader most of the time and Azerial's attitude toward everyone other than Rook and himself, this genin team was destined to malfunction. It didn't mean that the mission's success was impossible, but it was damn near close to it. Amaru watch himself amongst his allies. Only there was he invisible to the eye. O' how smart he had been about his decision, and Azerial had the audacity to call him stupid. He pay attention to how he carried himself around the very much younger female shinobi.

Amaru_*: "Don't worry about him. He'll be fine. I know it."

It had been just like Amaru to say something like that. He keep the hawkeye, as to walk off in front of Nami, carelessly leaving the bold spider-ninja behind. His cape turned toward, but away from his teammates, as his mouth came to motion.

Amaru_*: "Azerial, can you just please stay close, just in case we fall into troubles hands?"

His voice had been so tender, especially attached to his corpse-like body. It was as if Amaru was actually caring about his teammates as opposed to the mission only. His blazed eyes calmed to a mere match fire.

Amaru_*: Please?

The word float over the winds as the clouds did the sky while the crimson caped await his answer.

Do I have it.......?Can I have it......................?

[Keva]

Training Post / Mission Continuation

Kumo Nento (Spider Sticking Spit)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Spits spiderweb at opponent, once hit he can pull or swing them in any direction he wants, as long as he is strong enough to.
Special:---
Drawback: If opponent is stronger in rank, they can pull against him and hurl him, if even nothing happens, if weaker they are thrown.
Description: Emitting a stream of spider web from his mouth, Kidōmaru will grab onto a nearby opponent. The thread will run from his mouth directly to his foe. If the opponent is in the air, he can move his head and body to swing them wherever he wants.
Limit: Must be of the Kumomusha Clan

Required TP: 0/10

With that of a grin Azerial was to let those eyes come to rest upon the man before him, oh just what was this? Comments of him being a girl? Of him going to 'deflate' his puppet? Of him apparently being named Assy-poo? "Aww does crippy boy think my map sucks? Why doesn't he come over here and work on it with his two... oh my I forgot, I'm so sorry." he was to coo out softly as he was to slowly bring that map before him, unlike paper it not folding to the constant pull of gravity and standing straight out. "Yet I think you may wish to count boy. Lets see how many arms I have." and it was with that he was to raise his uppermost left arm "One!", only to raise his right upon the same set "Two!". And it was with this he was to rise both the left and right arm of his middle set and coo out "Three and four! Now lets see if you can reach past four!", and it was with that said he was to raise his right lowest hand. That finger having curled into a fist excluding a single protrusion, that middle finger. The outside of his hand facing the one armed boy yet it did more than that, because it was from that upraised finger a set of threads ran. Threads which ran directly to that of the spear wielding puppet which stood directly to his left. "Five", Azerial was to coo only to raise that of his remaining hand, number six,"Six. There is six arms!". Yet it was with this small event's finish he was to sigh and shake his head, letting himself slowly get caught up within the ramblings of his mind. Just where did he stand with this one armed bastard? Could this of been called a friend? A foe? A rival? No matter the case one thing had made itself known... Azerial found this quite amusing.

"Boy you sure love acting like our leader, no? The girl seem quite content to follow you and I'm sure my own puppet will follow me wherever I go." he was to softly coo as he let those baby blues rest upon the crippled boy before him. Yet eventually standing was to become quite uncomfortable to say the least, after all why need he stand for these fools? With a slight sigh he was to look up into the tree the girl had once been dulling her kunai upon, perhaps he could rest amongst it's branches while he argued with this crippled fool? It did seem as if though they was not going to be going anywhere for quite sometime... he may as well be comfortable in the process. Quick to let his head roll backwards he was to slowly search amongst them for the point he was to rest within. Err... where could he sit amongst those branches? None of which looked extremely comfortable. Oh well... it was still better than standing or sitting upon the grass. Slowly he was to redirect that chakra's flow into those spinet glands which filled his mouth while lungs was to expand as that mouth spread open and exhaled. Slowly both was to reach their required goals, to fill both to the point of seemingly overspilling their contents... and then he was to release them both. That gasping mouth was quick to slam shut and purse those slightly full lips only to exhale... a long thick blob of white goo soon shooting from that mouth and into that mess of limbs. With a slight grin he was to look upon that trail... wasn't even to hard to create and it was his first time attempting it. Perhaps he really had been smart to attempt and master one of the more difficult jutsus of his clan before this after all this seemed like a piece of a cake. Yet his thoughts was soon to prove wrong, after all there he went going off a few meters letting that rope go taunt only to plant it against that of the ground. The sticky webbing proving quite sticky to someone who was not blessed with his clan's glands... hehe. He certainly loved this jutsu already. Slowly though he was to wander down the width of that long stretch of wet and quite sticky webbing, only for once it cleared his head for the lazy Azerial to give a content sigh. "Since Assy-Poo is unsafe for the mission he'll simply curl up here and let crippy boi go do the work." he'd softly coo out only to allow those uppermost arms to slowly stretch above his head and take grip of it, almost instantly that sticky webbing forming to his skin which had weaned away their oil producing glands to a halt once more. And it was with that position he was to slowly bring up his middle set and then his lowest set for the matter. All six arms had found themselves gripping the pole, and then slowly those legs was to come up, those unclad feet left to press into that sticky webbing allowing them to become stuck as well. Ah... now this would be quite enjoyable. Or so he thought... perhaps he wasn't to level just yet, or perhaps he'd gained a little bit to much weight. Even to little chakra could of been the answer and yet one thing was clear, that webbing was to snap leaving Azerial to blink once only to begin his quite quick collision downward. 'Shit' being the only word to pass through that brain before his back was to make contact with that stone filled ground, causing him to gasp in surprise as delicious streaks of red pain was to shoot across his brain leaving him to lay there limp for a second. Oi... despite being a masochist, or at least the portion of that cracked personality which had currently bubbled itself to the top, he was in no mood to soil his clothes. Or make himself seem like a fool that crippled boy or girl... with a slight growl of distaste though he was to stand all the while allowing those oil producing glands to once more start their production throughout his whole entire body for once instead of just his hands. All to quickly that body was to gain a slight sheen as if though he had recently dipped into a spring and yet already that webbing was starting to become a liquid once more, slowly losing it's sticky properties and the force of gravity pulling it to the ground.. to bad it couldn't pull his pants away. After all there was a reason for him hating these glands at times, anything he happened to of been wearing would of found itself drenched through with the scentless oil. Leaving him with a rather clingy pair of pants... nothing better than that. It was with what would of been crimson cheeks if not for his dark complexion he was to slowly dust free any earth which had found itself upon him only to face that of the tree. Oh how gravity and that tree had proved himself a fool in front of that cripple... why had it of been him? With a slight sigh however he was to let that body become fluid only to stare once more at that tree. He would surely remember to practice that jutsu upon another time... it would prove useful if he could get it right. Yet it was slowly to that tree he was to return and let his ever quickly drying body, that coating of oil already starting to dissolve now that it was introduced to the air, and let those eyes travel once more to that one armed boy who must of surely been grinning amused at this clown like feat... yet before he could lock eyes upon him a order to move out had been given. With a sigh he was to let those eyes return to the ground only for those ears to pick up upon at female once more.. what was this that she preached? Teamwork? That would of surely been impossible... wouldn't it of been. That would of been like having the crippled boy and Azerial becoming the closest of friends. Slowly that mouth was to open though to reply to her but all to quickly it was to close as the crippled boy was to cut in once more saying to ignore him. Ah... sounded like the crippled bastard. Only for the slight ruffle of a cape to grace those trained ears of Azerial.. they was going ey? He'd already devised a plan to find these bandits which had far from been the maps... and yet he wouldn't be telling these fools. Hehe... not at all. However... truly something was to be asked which Azerial found the most bewildering... a request from the crippled boy.. only to be followed by a please moments later... oh this was priceless. Slowly that head was to cock itself up only to look upon that boy before him with a slight grin "And I thought you said that sword was for chopping wood. Surely it can chop off a few arms of a few bandits... after all perhaps you learned first hand what the feeling is like. They surely wouldn't desire to fight anymore after you had." he was to coo out softly as he looked upon the man before him with a grin. Oh truly that personality which had bubbled up to the surface of Azerial this day was lime, after all. Who could of enjoyed it's presence. "If crippy boy desires for me to stay close though I will, only because he asked nicely. I am meant to help the useless after all am I not?" he was to softly coo as he looked upon those two figures before him.

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Nami glared at the puppet boy. Man we really started off bad...she thought. I need to end this fight or else it'll get messy...but how? I'm ,of course, just a stupid ninja upon these powerful ones. They just take be for a blow in the wind and ignore me. Nami's eyes started to swell up with tears. A stupid, helpless girl. That's all I'll ever be. This headband means nothing to me. I can't even help my own teammates to start a mission. My parents where right to keep me locked up in the store., she thought, tears running down her face. How pathetic I must look! To them I'm just a stupid girl. Nami started running away from the duo. She wasn't running torward the the buildings, but more torward the miles of rocks and trees. I'm useless! I'll just wait for the bandit to come out, then they hear my cries of pain and come to see the bandit killing me. The mission will be complete and I'll just be nothing but a stupid girl,she thought. And that's all you'll ever be. The voice echoed through Nami's head. That's all you'll ever be little sister. Nami threw off her head band as she ran. She tripped over a root and just laid there, crying. Brother Eithen was right. "What is my reason to live," she cryed out.

[||Yuuku||]

+10 TP

((10/10))

Good job, Jutsu Learned.

[Keva]

Squeee! I'm out of here with Shiro goin poof due to ban!

[Bluedragon44]

OOC: Your not doing the mission with us?