(POI) The Crimson Forest

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The Crimson Forest

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• The Crimson Forest in Taki no Kuni (Land of the Waterfall)

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The Crimson Forest Sub Sections

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NPCs of The Crimson Forest

• There are no NPCs that reside within The Crimson Forest. However Random Encounters is increased by 20%.

[Rarilue]

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Walking in with a dart, blanke scroll, a tranqualizer dart, three flints, and two rolls of ninja tape with one of them mostly used up, all in his butt-bag. The aura was kinda shakey, everywhere was just plain red. And he can`t hear a damn thing. He wouldn`t take this as a great relaxation spot. Really strange this place is, he can feel vibrations in his throat when he let out a cough yet can`t hear, I say again, a damn thing.

[Uchiha Satoshi]

It has been a very long time since Toorima has done anything for his home village of Kusagakure no Sato. The last time he had engaged in active duty he was assigned to this cursed forest to rescure the Kusakage's kidnapped brother, and either kill him or extract him to secure sensitive information that could cripple the Village. Since then Toorima has spent his time wandering the Crimson Forest living as a hermit and severing all ties with those he once considered comrades. Though he has not been labelled as a rogue shinobi, he has not felt the need to return to aid in the military stability of Kusagakure no Sato.

This evening started the same as any other with the painful silence of the grave deafening his ears. It has been said the ancient battles that had taken place here permeated the land with godly amounts of chakra, both rendering it permanently silent and staining it a bloody crimson. Usually the Kusagakure chuunin wanders through the forest, enjoying the solitude and tranquility of the everlasting silence. However, today something catches his keen eye; the disrupted flow of natural foliage and some broken terrain. Either a person or relatively large animal created this disturbance, and both could prove equally threatening to the unprepared.

Quickly Toorima checks the two kinchaku on his left-rear hip, the kaban in the small of his back, and the two kinchaku on his right-rear hip. The five pouches combined contain approximately his remaining six kunai, six exploding tags, seventy-five senbon, fifteen shuriken, forty-five feet of wire, his two-way radio, binoculars, and map. These supplies have lasted the shinobi a very long time as he has always managed to retrieve his tools, but in a heated combat situation this may not always be the case. As a final check, he assures himself his signature weapon, Hagun, is still firmly sheathed at his left hip where it sleeps, waiting to drink the blood, taste the flesh, and consume the life of an enemy.

Slowly the shinobi proceeds through the foliage and keeps a single kunai ready, for it could serve as a swift defense, sneaky offense, or tool. Usually Toorima would employ his clans legacy to help track his possible enemy better, but the radiant chakras of the land itself interfere with his senses. Instead, he must rely solely upon visual tracking. After several minutes he sees nothing until spotting the outline of a human, or humanoid, being. Refraining from typical ameteur mistakes, Toorima crouches lower to observe this person from about thirty meters away. This would allow him to gather information about a possible enemy and provide a better understanding of the situation before hasty, possibly fatal, decisions could be made.

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[Rarilue]

Having his hands in the pockets of his black jacket and just walking straight. He just wants to get to the normal fields of the grass country.

[Uchiha Satoshi]

(Really dude a 2 liner?)

The figure ahead indicates it is indeed human as Toorima notices the action of bipedal transportation coupled with hands being placed inside some kind of pocketing, whether it is a jacket, harness, vest, or other garment he does not yet know. This could be an enemy shinobi, a compatriot from his own village, or an innocent civilian roaming through the treacherous forest. Toorima does not know so refrains from attacking or revealing his presence. He simply must gain more information and observe his target before making any rash decisions.

The chuunin circulates trace amounts of chakra through his feet, creating a kind of static cling in which he is able to mount and ascent the wooden trunks with ease. It is through this mode of transportation Toorima creeps through the foliage silently, waiting until the target is at least ten meters away before moving from one tree to another. After nearly an hour of such monitoring Toorima has not yet discerned anything of real value. Thusfar he is able to tell his target is male, roughly 180 cm, about 80 kg, and perhaps in early-to-mid 20s of age. Aside from general observation, the Kusagakure chuunin cannot determine whether or not this is an enemy.

For the moment, Toorima continues to trail the young man, hoping he reveals something before the chuunin is forced to act on the assumption of espionage.

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[Rarilue]

OoC: XD I like to think of it as staying in the act.


IC: How big this forest may be? Likely alot shorter than its width, at least that what it seem like before he entered in the first place. He stopped, looking around for a bit looking at the short scenery. This place sucks it`s even a wonder why there are animals inhibiting here despite the bad vibe. 'I`m getting the fuck out of here' mode was switched on and just started running. It wouldn`t even be a good idea to sit here and rest or enjoy a snack from hunting on of the living creatures. This place would likely just ruin the taste.

[Uchiha Satoshi]

Feb 16, 2013 20:21:17 GMT -7 Rarilue said:

OoC: XD I like to think of it as staying in the act.


IC: How big this forest may be? Likely alot shorter than its width, at least that what it seem like before he entered in the first place. He stopped, looking around for a bit looking at the short scenery. This place sucks it`s even a wonder why there are animals inhibiting here despite the bad vibe. 'I`m getting the fuck out of here' mode was switched on and just started running. It wouldn`t even be a good idea to sit here and rest or enjoy a snack from hunting on of the living creatures. This place would likely just ruin the taste.

"Have I been spotted?" Toorima thinks to himself as he sees his target suddenly running away. Only a handful of reasons could result in such action, one of them being that the target had spotted the chuunin tailing him. Others could be an animal spooked the target, the target is a coward, or the target is trying to lure Toorima into some kind of trap. Knowing this forest quite well, the Kusagakure shinobi knows the immediate area has no natural hazards nor has he seen the target erect any traps of his own. Eliminating that possibility, Toorima springs into action.

With sudden surges of chakra the chuunin lunges from the tree he is crawling against, appearing to vanish into a smear of blurs as he enters a superhuman state of speed that is untraceable by nearly all but the most powerful and advanced tracking senses. Since the target was always kept at a distance of ten meters Toorima is able to close the gap very quickly and reappear directly in front of the target. The sudden appearance of a tall, white-hooded figure should immediately cause some sense of intimidation alone, but that is not how the chuunin operates. Immediately after 'reappearing' less than a meter in front of the target from using the shunshin no jutsu Toorima unsheathes his blade, Hagun, and immediately lunges at the man running in his direction.

With less than a meter separating the two men the Kusagakure chuunin grips Hagun tightly and rolls his bodyweight at the target, driving the butt of Hagun's handle at the man's abdomen intent on disrupting his breathing and causing pain in the abdominal muscles. Should that first step of a very specific Taijutsu technique find its mark, Toorima would immediately step back and modify the next phase of the attack. Since the man has no weapon to knock away, Toorima opts to use Hagun's razor edge to slice at the enemy's right arm intent on dismembering it, or causing severe arterial damage and heavy bleeding at the very least. Should that piece of the technique be successful, Toorima would finish the Tama Kirite by pivoting clockwise and hook kicking the enemy's face with enough force to send the man reeling with possible broken bones in the jaw or face.

Since the Kusagakure shinobi was able to attack from a probable position of stealth, together with his combined mastery of Gyakusatsu and several years of training and experience, the Tama Kirite should land, though no experienced veteran of warfare ever guarantees a successful attack. Even if the attack connects fully, the man will remain alive, just in excruitiating pain and sustain moderate wounds.

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[Rarilue]

As he was running he was just about to push down on the ground with the ball part of his foot. Then his subconscience caught the trace of something, the time length was too short for there to be any thought speaking to himself such as a "Wha". It was simply knowingness, that he knew before even thinking about it, to tell his body to "Stop now". A person suddenly appeared in front of him and even jumped at him. Things were happening too fast for his brain to thought of a "Who da fuck are you" remark.

He got hit in the gut area but his body was already trying to spring into badass mode. Commonly, a person walks by landing their heel first and wear shoes that have cushioning to soften the shock when they step. Lue walks differently, he lands with the ball part of his foot first because it absorbs the shock of the step. He even wears shoes that have no "padding" under them and goes around every toe, similar as a glove around a hand. Without going into too much detail, he had both his ankles bend when he got hit. He was also relaxed so his body could take the blow like how a tissue would take a chop from a cleaver.

He used the force from the hit to his advantage, he moves his body back combining his own force aswell. His arms felt like whips, he moved them with his body letting the shockwave (from the hit) flow out of his finger tips. His ankle finally left the ground, pushing it with his foot with as much force as he can. This action moved his body back alot more. However he sprung out his other ankle right after he sprung out the first which add to the force for his body to move backwards from the person who hit him.

Doing all this, his body should spring backward about twenty meters away from the opponent and land safely. Also, with the help of the hit, it should`ve allowed him to move his body at enough speed to avoid any other strikes the opponent may want to lash out. However this person is probably faster than himself, the initial hit was even too fast for him to dodge completely on his own. The muscles all over his body are very well devoloped (that includes his feet) but by simply not being strong enough this situation may be an ass to handle.

"And you must beeee...", he asked the stranger.


OoC: The shoes are called Vibrum Five-finger shoes, I wear them in real. I enjoy them, just a fun fact Xp

[Uchiha Satoshi]

"Tch.. I'm getting rusty," the chuunin thinks to himself as he sees his offensive maneuver fail to accomplish an amputation of the target's right arm. Instead the target managed to use the force of Toorima's first trike to put some distance between himself and the chuunin. This means the young man either has some skill, or Toorima is in fact losing his killing instinct.

"You may call me Toorima for now," he responds reluctantly, debating on whether or not to mount a second offensive or to hold off long enough to fathom the fullest extent of his opponent's skill. If the Kusagakure chuunin attacks too frequently and fails to deliver a killing stroke, it is likely the enemy will recognize weaknesses or a pattern to Toorima's fighting style. It is best to wait and keep the enemy unsure of his opponent's full ability.

"What are you doing here? I was not aware Sunagakure had any operatives left in these lands," Toorima remarks, noticing his opponent's headband. He doubts the man is aware that Kusagakure and Sunagakure are bitter enemies, and by all rights Toorima should destroy the young man where he stands. Instead, he will wait to see the man's intent before acting. He keeps Hagun ready should an opportunity to feed the blade's bloodlust arise.

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[Rarilue]

After words spouted now he really knows this isn`t the place to be friendly. For the fact this place doesn`t enable for him to hear a damn thing. He put his hand against the back of his ear a trick to capture more sound. Right after, he puts his hand back down and casually walk forward. He goes to even pass the other as he flick his ear so that he may see. He continues to walk out of the forest, the other may fellow if he really wants to. Maybe next time he`ll just go around instead of through this place.

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OoC: Could go to plain grass country `less ya have some form of communication ya can try out.

[Uchiha Satoshi]

The Kusagakure shinobi looks at his opponent walk by, attempting to read his lips in this silent forest but failing to do so. He had hoped the enemy would have managed to do the same when Toorima announced himself, but evidently both men failed to accomodate each other in the pressing silence. Instead of sheathing Hagun to follow the Sunagakure shinobi out of the forest, Toorima keeps his blade bared should it be needed again.

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Trees of sanguine coloration swooned heavily in a gust of wind as their red leaves began to spiral down toward the earth in thick drones. A black shadow loomed in the bloody expanse with eerie decadence as its source began to walk further in to the bowels of the forest. Everything within the forest seemed to be controlled by an invisible omnipotence: the wind, foliage and the animals were for the majority silent unless stirred up by the chakra that pooled in the roots and soil of the land. Animal and human trackings where left in the fertile earth of the red region; now, from an elevated vantage point among the trees, the genin of the Hidden Grass began to sprint through the foliage with charka-backed jumps from branch to branch.

Noboro was out scouting the crimson forest, something he did weekly as a means of training as a genin. Although he hardly ran into conflict, the shinobi of Kusagakure no sato was always battle ready as that was protocol for his occupation. His movements were fluid and smooth before he slid to a halt on a thick tree arm. Below him, he saw a large leopard that was downed with three kunai knives sticking out of its hide. He spat harshly as he readied himself for an attack: the killer of the feline couldn't've been too far off from his location. Coolly, Noboro retreated back toward the Kusa entrance of the forest, damned sure of himself to not let this place be his graveyard. He exited the crimson forest, set to return in another week or so.

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Some time after his run in with the Zeki of the Sand, Noboro retreated to his dragon's den deep within the bloody wilds of the Crimson Forest. He, having learned a thing or two from his opponent, needed to learn a new Wind Release technique. The boy crept into the alcove of he and his father and began to uncover a wooden box. The contents of the box where the usual scrolls and books of some basic nin-, gen-, and taijutsu releases; with a quick hand, Noboro pulled out the Fuuton scroll and unfurled it. His eyes scanned over the D- and C-ranked ninjutsu on the paper.

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Fuuton Kaze no Senbon (Needles of the Wind)
Rank: "D"
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: User hurls a mixture of senbon needles in the form of wind to cut into the opponent.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: The ninja gathers air with his hands and mixes it with chakra, by doing this he transforms them into sharp and deadly needles. The needles are almost invisible so it is hard for the enemies to see them. This technique may be blocked by large objects, however something small such as a sword, or a staff will allow the needles to seperate still moving towards the object it was originally sent to. Not a powerful technique as the user is capable of hurling up to ten senbon wind needles that gives out minor cuts. However this could be used as a more of a set up technique to allow the user to perform a more dangerous technique.
Limit: Must have the Wind Release

Having found one, the Kaze no Senbon, Noboro looked up, smiling triumphantly. This had been the attack that he attempted to use on Zeki. Only that time, he failed in doing so; if he had perfected its speed, then surely it would be quicker than his sands! His smile turned toothy as he remembered how his father had trained him, he closed the wooden chest and covered it back up before proceeding to the training ground. He flexed his muscles as he readied the ninja art:

The dragon's hands worked at an over-efficient rate as the requisite handseals were preformed; just like before, the young Noboro placed his right hand out as chakra pooling in his finger tips and palms began to rotate, thus causing bouts of rotation within the winds. The winds spiraled quickly into a small cyclone inside his palm as he focused, trying to get this technique in one go so he could quickly turn around and learn several more. As he raised his left hand to cover and further mold the wind into senbon with a bit of shape transformation, the boy coated his fingertips in chakra and quickly thinned the wind down into five senbonesque wind blades. He continued to hold his left hand over his right for a while to ensure that the blades would maintain their form: his chakra control was improving.

One by one did Noboro deal the senbon out as he turned his body right- to leftward, aiming the thin needles at tree trunks. When he had emptied his magazine, he promptly returned to the needed kata for a quick reload. In celebration of his sleight-of-hand, Noboro brandished ten senbon in his right hand before splitting the number by half when he hurled them toward a single point. With five senbon remaining, Noboro worked his legs, churning the chakra that resided in his muscles to a point where his speed picked up drastically before tucking his body and diving in a side-roll. During that moment of acrobatic prowess, the Watari survivor sent the kaze senbon from his hands in a blinding volley; with a "thud, thud, thud, thud, thud," the blades dissipated as they found abode in the bark of the crimson trees.

Noboro took a knee and caught his breath for a moment, deciding whether or not he had preformed well enough to master that D-ranked ninjutsu.

[KoKoKo]

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No. He hadn't had enough. The young Dragon, after catching his breath, hoisted himself up into the air as his chakra erupted in his lower body in a catapulting effect. He landed on a thick branch and was gone in a black blur; his body wisped through the red forest in a flashing black streak, his mind racing and contemplating about the Kaze no Senbon technique.

His smooth hands worked like magic as kata were formed: while Noboro continued running through the canopy, he spotted a flock of birds and smiled wickedly having found the perfect targets for his technique. Chakra pooled in his fingers as wind began to hover directly at the tip of them down toward his palm. With quick and effortless work, the eight senbon were molded into thin, elongated needles. The flying flock swerved through the crimson canopy as Noboro chased them down, holding the wind needles and priming them for their objective.

The third time had seemed to work like a charm as a set ^[4] senbon flew from his hand with a flick of the wrist toward the birds. Out of the nine, four had been accurately struck; their wings gave out and caused them to plummet down toward the earth. Some hit branches while others got caught in a mass of thick leaves; smiling, Noboro continued his onslaught as he let the remaining four fly toward the winged-beasts. The results from prior had been almost the same, except two birds whizzed to the right and avoided being impaled by the wind blades—the other three were not as lucky.

Noboro stopped having reached a branch to where he could not further advance ^{[well, he could but what was the point of him continuing to chase birds and distance himself from his alcove?]}. The remaining two birds made a last-ditch effort to break away from the forest as Noboro's hands worked into kata with alacrity. A single senbon had been made in his left hand before he hurled it skyward toward the duo; they weaved frantically, their squawking matched their wing flapping in hurried rhythms. The chakra-embedded needle honed in on them, and pierced one throughout before blasting through the other. Two birds, one stone. The last survivors of the flock went crashing down into a river in the red forest with as little sound as a splash. Noboro turned for home as his work was done. He had tested another jutsu on a living creature: that seemed to always be the final turn of the key that ignited his success.

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+3; Learned.