Farewell to the Homelands... (Training)

[Demi]

<continued from Sea: See Reply #8 >

A scab grew over the cut she had made for herself, which is entirely not what she had wanted. During the round trip they had just made, she knew she was now a missing ninja. She took the headband from her neck and felt the soft cloth… the only thing from home. Tears drew up in her eyes as she clenched it in her fist. She was a ninja, not a strong one, but a ninja nonetheless. If it weren’t for Teramune, she would have stayed in Konoha with her ignorance to the disaster waiting to happen, and the old content that she had “friends.”

However, all that was left in Konoha were Zenko - a ninja who she hardly knew about, Mina - a teammate she never met, her abandoned home, and her father who she wanted dead. However, now she thought back to her views when she and Karasu were leaving Konoha for Tea… She hoped her father would survive anything that went wrong in Konoha… He would die by her hands, and no one else’s’…

She shook the image out of her head before it sunk in, and she searched the ground for a stick to use.

Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique)
Rank: C
Type: NinJutsu
Description: A Ninjutsu technique where the ninja focuses chakra into the palms of their hands, creating a small ball of healing chakra. This chakra, when concentrated, can repair physical damage to another person. Depending on the degree of the wound, the ninja must concentrate more of their chakra to repair the damage. However, if the wound is too extensive, such as extensive damage to vital organs, this technique may not be able to help them.
Limit: Must learn Gantai no jutsu (Bandage skill) Before

(0/30)

Once she plucked the wood from the ground, she unraveled the bark around it, which left her with a somewhat thin piece of wood… It was all she had to use for now. She figured herself too lazy to take out her kunai.

She found a coarse stone and picked that up. She sunk to the ground, tossing her headband to her side, and began her work sharpening the stick into a spear. She blew on the stick, and the wood dust sparkled off into the air, cooling the wood down which had heated up from the friction.

The stick was placed down as she stretched out her leg which had the scab. Immediately, the began picking at it, which peeled off a nice layer of crusted blood, tearing some live skin off with it. She knew the cloth around her arm would come in handy soon, so as she waited for the blood to start overflowing the cut, she untied the somewhat stained cloth and placed it on the ground next to the stick.

When the blood was noticeably dribbling off her calf, she focused on her hand as she slowly moved it over the cut, which drained any thoughts of “home” away. She closed her eyes as her hand felt numb yet tingled with chakra, as it formed a ball in her palm. Held a few inches above the cut, she felt her skin tugging together to close it. It hardly was painful but it stung a bit, for it felt her skin was thinning out and pushing itself into each other. Her concentration broke to the crazy sound of a flock of birds.

She looked up but nothing was out there, and she felt profoundly nervous, almost scared to continue training. She looked back down at her leg, in the area where the cut had been. It was now covered with her flesh, which was a light pink hue. It was glossy, due to the stretching and rebuilding of skin cells, as it covered the cut. It was thin, and otherwise easy to penetrate. She knew she would have to try harder.

[Demi]

<continued>

Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique)
Rank: C
Type: NinJutsu
Description: A Ninjutsu technique where the ninja focuses chakra into the palms of their hands, creating a small ball of healing chakra. This chakra, when concentrated, can repair physical damage to another person. Depending on the degree of the wound, the ninja must concentrate more of their chakra to repair the damage. However, if the wound is too extensive, such as extensive damage to vital organs, this technique may not be able to help them.
Limit: Must learn Gantai no jutsu (Bandage skill) Before

(0/30)

What covered the cut was very thin… She must practice this before she could even say she knew how to use this jutsu. Even though it was such a simple technique, she knew it could be the major difference between life and death….

Her hand felt for the stick that lay underneath the cloth. She pricked her finger retrieving it, which proved how sharp it had been. She licked the metallic tasting blood for her finger and turned the stick so the point aimed downward at her shin. She looked over at the leaf headband, sitting innocently a few inches away from her… Which created a flood in her mind of thoughts, drowning away her happiness of insanity. But her mind flashed away again, and in anger, she grip tightened around the stick.

Her glare fixated on the headband sent her hand crashing down into her leg. The spear-like stick stabbed it deep into her skin. Her eyes watered to the pain as she didn’t mean to shove so hard and penetrate so deep, but her mind was completely out of her head… She knew what she had to do.

Her teeth gritted her teeth, as the blood was much thicker and trickling down her leg in dark red streams. She dragged the stick up in one quick motion, and then she heard the cracking noise, her hand sliding downward and rubbing the side of her palm against the wound, blood smearing onto her skin. Once she had realized the thin stick had broke due to the force, and lay parallel to her bone, her mind was racing. The point was jabbed underneath her skin, and the remainder of the stick was still in her hand. She tossed the piece that was in her hand off to the side, and drew her leg closer to her, examining the damage. She needed a bigger cut for sure, but not this big!

She closed her eyes tightly and sighed. Where did it go!? She felt for the piece she just tossed, as she would use it to help get the other half of the stick out. She gripped it tightly with the hand that was smeared with blood, and looked back into the wound she caused. It was about 5 inches long, and it was torn through the flesh she healed when she last tried this jutsu.

If she didn’t get the wood out, she’d be left with an infection. She began to peel at the skin around and felt for the half of wood piece. The blood oozing over it caused it to be slippery, and the copper smell made her queasy. The peeling of the bits of skin made her cringe, but she couldn’t fit her fingers into the thin, yet deep, gash. Once it was wide enough, she slowly inched the speared stick from underneath her flesh. She used the other half of the stick to push it out, and lifted it at an angle fair enough for her to grip it. She growled at the stick, as if it were it’s fault, and clenched it in her fist. It snapped several times before she chucked it a nice distance, cussed under her breath, then looked back at her wound.

She studied it for a while; until she was sure no shards of wood remained in the gash, and it was clean enough to ensure no infection. No water source was near, she figured, so she could forget about cleaning it that way.

Her hand felt for the cloth on the ground, and she wiped away the blood, and wiped it off her hand. She held her hand over the wound, and could only pray this worked. The wound was really bothering her; she honestly did not mean to stab in that deep, and actually break the stick. Her confusion and anger was getting the better of her. She took a deep breath, and watched as the wound oozed out a bit of blood for the next few seconds.

Then, she shut her eyes and concentrated on her hand and the feeling of chakra mobilizing to her hand. Her mind was tearing at her, but what her mother always claimed as insanity was fighting it away. It was perfect, she thought, as the sensation took part in the center of her palm again.

[Demi]

<continued>

Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique)
Rank: C
Type: NinJutsu
Description: A Ninjutsu technique where the ninja focuses chakra into the palms of their hands, creating a small ball of healing chakra. This chakra, when concentrated, can repair physical damage to another person. Depending on the degree of the wound, the ninja must concentrate more of their chakra to repair the damage. However, if the wound is too extensive, such as extensive damage to vital organs, this technique may not be able to help them.
Limit: Must learn Gantai no jutsu (Bandage skill) Before

(0/30)

She had to go by blind sense to figure whether jutsu was working or not. She could feel her skin stretching and pulling in, slowly and firmly. It felt it was going in layers. First the blood was thinning out as a very thin layer grew over the deepest part of her wound. It felt as if the “layers” of her flesh were slowly building up, but it was raw. It stung a bit, so she dropped her hand and broke her concentration. Her eyes opened, and she examined the wound that was slowly, so very slowly, healing.

The feel of the tugging on her skin ceased as she pulled her hand from the wound and studied it. She snatched the cloth off the ground and wiped away the blood from her skin’s surface. Then, she tossed it back on the ground, and looked back over to the headband across from her. Her sanity told her it was mocking her. Laughing at her. As mind was sinking back into place. She picked he stone up near her and tossed it at the headband, straight for the metal part. It wasn’t the headband’s fault. But she had a different idea in mind… Of coarse, it was all Leaf Village’s plan to have them kidnapped, and once she had returned home, it felt so much unlike home. If she were to stay, Teramune would hunt her down and kill her; Karasu as well if he had stayed. Her words back there, the ones she swore at Karasu, she knew were wrong. She was leaving mostly because of him. Because of she knew what would soon happen in Konoha. The destruction waiting to happen, though she was not sure when or how, but she knew it’d happen…

She wouldn’t have left if Teramune didn’t abduct them; if he didn’t drag them over here by boat. But they returned… They were in Konoha, and willingly left. If Karasu would have stayed in Konoha, she would have stayed with him. Not for him, but why? She was sure he hated her, so why did he give her the Chain Gauntlet? The confusion drowned her in her own misery.

She pulled her legs to her chest and sighed, staring back over at the headband. She wasn’t thinking, when she felt around the ground for the rock she had used to sharpen that thin stick. Her fingers embraced it, and her arm lifted, and catapulted the rock straight into the metal part of the headband. The metal clacking smacked her back into ‘insanity’ as mind fluttered away and she noticed the small crack along the Leaf Symbol. How the hell did that get there? She nearly had no clue until she saw the rock lying beside it. She must’ve thrown the rock pretty hard to manage to crack the headband, even slightly… As she lifted herself up to retrieve the headband, she felt the stinging in her leg and dropped back to the floor.

Finish the jutsu you moron! It kinda hurts! she growled to herself as she plopped back into place. And looked away from the headband which had a linear crack in the center of it. She sighed the anger away, and for the first time in a long while, her hand grew tense. She shook it off furiously and held it over the wound on her leg.

Her eyes closed as her attention lay on her hand. Soon, the tingling feeling in her hand arrived and pounded in the middle of her palm told her she could possibly perform this without too many flaws.

The tugging of her wound continued as she concentrate on the ball of chakra, and again her skin was slowly stretching and recreating itself to heal over the large gash. She knew she would definitely get this “down packed” if she would quit allowing herself to be distracted…

A few more seconds and she would pull her hand away to see how much the wound had healed.

[hayashi]

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[Demi]

<continued>

Shosen no Jutsu (Healing Hands Technique)
Rank: C
Type: NinJutsu
Description: A Ninjutsu technique where the ninja focuses chakra into the palms of their hands, creating a small ball of healing chakra. This chakra, when concentrated, can repair physical damage to another person. Depending on the degree of the wound, the ninja must concentrate more of their chakra to repair the damage. However, if the wound is too extensive, such as extensive damage to vital organs, this technique may not be able to help them.
Limit: Must learn Gantai no jutsu (Bandage skill) Before

(26/30)

Her hand was removed in a moment and she looked at the abrasion on her shin. It was just about healed. She cussed underneath her breath and felt the wound. She was not up to causing another wound on her body; she wouldn’t trust herself enough. This one wasn’t even supposed to be that deep!

Her fingers felt the edges of the skin, which sloped downward like two hills meeting a river. The skin seemed to mold rather than build up, now that she studied it. It was like a smooth crater in her leg; deep and the skin was molded tightly, yet thinly, over the wound. She caressed the thin skin, which felt very lively, yet the chilling winds brought up the temperature of her exposed flesh; particularly this area of her body. She rubbed her hand over it lightly to warm it up, but it only felt raw to be touched, or sort of stung, as if the skin would penetrate if something brushed against it.

She knew she must fix this; if she were to walk, surely the flesh that was new would rip. She blew on the area, her breath heating the skin up for it was as cold as ice cubes. Then, she held her hand over the area and closed her eyes, trying to keep herself from tensing up. Her hand numbed as the small ball of chakra concentrated in her palm, and her skin was felt to be tugging again. Her hand shivered as the chill sent goosebumbs on her exposed limbs; even the one that was wounded. She merely wished to stop and warm herself up, but there was no can do…

Her hand held steady over the wound as she felt her skin stretching some more. Soon, the wound would be light pink, somewhat raw, but sturdy nonetheless. Or she hoped.

[//Talo//]

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LeArNeD!

Add it. ^^

[Demi]

The gash on her leg slowly disappeared and she ran her fingers over the soft, glossy skin. It’d be fine now, she was sure as she slowly got back onto her feet. It hurt a little, but the minor pain could be ignored. She looked down at the headband, and picked it up carefully, caressing the metal part. The symbol was definitely cracked, and it felt the same was for her heart. She carefully pulled the headband to her neck and retied the knot in the back; just like before. Everything was normal, back to normal. Except, she was alone in a new world, with new people, in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but a cracked headband, a “friend” who hated her, and a chain around her wrist.

Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique)
Rank: "C" "B" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user is capable of performing a few handseals in which gives them the capability of blowing a large body of fire in size of a large sphere that has great fire proportions and explosive capabilities.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Depending on the Rank, is dependent on how strong or how much the user is capable of doing with the Goukakyuu no Jutsu.
Description: The user quickly performs a few handseals. The user then places the hand over their mouth creating a small like circle. This technique in turn is then to help the user control the great flame. The use then blows out and creates a large fireball that twice the size of a normal human body. When the "C" Rank version is first learned the user is only capable of blowing out the Great Fireball that is cannot be moved or go anywhere else. This also means that the technique does not explode in a fiery explosion, but burns greatly to anyone that is caught within the technique. When the user learns the "B" Rank version then the user is capable blowing the Great Fireball into the distance, sending it away from the use it to hurl towards the very opponent. This technique is only capable of going into a straight line and this is capable of having the size three times the size of a human body. This technique when launched at an opponent then becomes dangerous because at this point the technique can explode causing even more devastating damage.
Limit: Must have the Fire Release

(0/30)

She closed her eyes, thinking over the jutsu she was to perform. How to perform it? She wasn’t sure. She needed an object… a subject for attack. Her eyes wondered the area, and she could only think of one thing; wood. However, she wasn’t up to starting a forest fire… Nor dulling her katana, or kunai.

She approached a large tree, which a few branches hung low enough for her to reach. She tugged hard down on it, shaking loose plenty of leaves and other objects from the tree, including nuts and berries. As a few bounced off her head, she tugged violently; it was the only branch just in her reach. But it surely wasn’t coming down without a fight.

Her hands gripped the branch tightly, and she pulled down, lifting her body off the ground just enough to have her feet lift up an inch or two off the ground. The branch simply was pulled downward, but there was no damage done…

Alright, we can do this the hard way, she spoke to it. She let go of the branch and dropped onto her feet. Stepping back a fair distance, she kept her eyes situated on the branch she was aiming for. Then, her feet kicked off the ground as she ran as fast as she possibly could for the branch. Her younger years of being constantly on the move kept her legs in great shape… In a matter of seconds she was off her feet, lunging for the branch. She took hold of it and it shook violently before she heard a loud crack and it began to lean downward. As she attempted to climb to the top of it in a hurry, it crashed down into the ground.

A loud “oomph” came from her mouth as she broke the fall of the branch. The dust arose into the air and settled around her as she rolled the branch off of herself and dusted herself off. Good thing the ground is mostly soft dirt and grass, she thought to herself as she rubbed the back of her head. She bent over to pick up the branch brought it over to the middle of the opening. Then, she dropped to her knees and tore the grass from the ground.

In front of her eyes was the naked soil, and she pushed her hands into the dirt and began to dig. Her hands scooped the dirt from the earth as she tossed it over into two piles that built up behind her. The hole she was digging was just wide enough for the branch to fit in, as she worked harder to make it deep. After a few minutes of working on the hole, she dusted her hands off and wiped the muck from her hands in the grass before wiping them on her pants. She was back on her feet and picked up the branch from the ground.

The largest part, the part that had been attached to the tree, was shoved into the hole. She twisted the branch, and pounded it into the soil to be sure it was in as far as it could go. Then, she dropped back into her knees, shoving dirt the branch in place. She punched the ground to be sure it was sturdy, then moved the branch by its base. It wouldn’t budge.

She nodded to this, then stood up. She took a few steps back, and checked to see how far away the standing branch was to anything else flammable… She definitely did not want to start a forest fire… The patch of dirt around the branch would secure the area, she was sure.

A few feet back, and she found it to be a great distance. She let out a breath of air and closed her eyes for a few seconds. This jutsu could be dangerous if she did not do it right. She couldn’t miss the target, and made sure she was completely in line with it before she brought her hands to her chest.

[Demi]

<continued>

Katon - Goukakyuu no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique)
Rank: "C" "B" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: The user is capable of performing a few handseals in which gives them the capability of blowing a large body of fire in size of a large sphere that has great fire proportions and explosive capabilities.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Depending on the Rank, is dependent on how strong or how much the user is capable of doing with the Goukakyuu no Jutsu.
Description: The user quickly performs a few handseals. The user then places the hand over their mouth creating a small like circle. This technique in turn is then to help the user control the great flame. The use then blows out and creates a large fireball that twice the size of a normal human body. When the "C" Rank version is first learned the user is only capable of blowing out the Great Fireball that is cannot be moved or go anywhere else. This also means that the technique does not explode in a fiery explosion, but burns greatly to anyone that is caught within the technique. When the user learns the "B" Rank version then the user is capable blowing the Great Fireball into the distance, sending it away from the use it to hurl towards the very opponent. This technique is only capable of going into a straight line and this is capable of having the size three times the size of a human body. This technique when launched at an opponent then becomes dangerous because at this point the technique can explode causing even more devastating damage.
Limit: Must have the Fire Release

(0/30)

She practiced the handseals slowly, and then nodded, as she was sure she had them right. She knew this all had to be done at a fast speed, so she practiced the movements slowly;

The handseals were completed, and she moved her left hand over her mouth, her fingers forming an O. She opened he mouth and blew out, as if she were doing the move. If done right, a large fireball would flow through her hand, erupt, and hit the target. She replayed the image she had just created in her head. The handseals, the ball of fire, the burning branch. Quick pace. Good aim. No forest fire. She nodded.

Then, she practiced the handseals again until her hands did them with ease. The tension built up. She shook her head, as if hoping this wouldn’t go wrong, and waved her hand violently. Once her hand loosened up, she brought her hands to her chest, and her hands felt numb as she performed the handseals. She was sure she was moving fast enough, and jumped straight to her left hand. Her hand positioned itself over her mouth, with the opening like an O, and she blew through her hand.

Nothing.

Her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t even feel chakra anywhere! What was it? Her hands grew numb, was she even doing the handseals right? She waved her hands violently, and brought them back to her chest.

Her hands contorted, repeating the forms over and over until the feel was tattooed in her head. Then, her hands flowed with ease, and she could feel her chest warmed up a bit. It was a weird feeling, and she felt over her chest, then brought her hand to her mouth… She dropped her hand from its position over her mouth and sighed to herself. The warmth died as soon as she had felt her chest. She shook her head in disappointment…

Her hands were loosened up and brought to her chest with ease. Her fingers bent over and backwards, in and out, folded against her palm, sometimes the thumb facing her or facing away. Then, her left hand was brought to her mouth, and the warmth grew in her chest. She felt she couldn’t breath in but only breathe out as her hand formed the O shape over her open lips and she blew outward.

Her palm felt sweaty as the warm air ran threw, and a very small ball of fire puffed from her hand. However, it burned itself out before even reaching the target and disappeared. Her hand dropped to her side, and she thought to herself. Concentration.

[Masakuni]

Wind Release (9/30)

Shiro sighed, stepping out to the place where the girl practiced. Munichi was her name. At least, that is what Shiro had heard, listening to Kuroi. He chuckled to himself. Ah, Kuroi. The head-band of the leaf, now dashed through, now laid on his head. He had obviously taken a trip back to fire, and brought Munichi with him, if her cracked headband was any indication.

He smirked, looking up at his own head. True, he wore a slashed headband now too, though his was from the Snow. He had found it, carelessly discarded on the staircase of the estate. He wondered if Tera-sensei had done it purposely. Either way, for better or worse, he wore it.

Shiro sat down, just out of the obvious range of vision and hearing. If Munichi searched for him, she would find him easily. However, as long as she was unaware she was looking for someone, he would be very difficult to spot. He smirked. She was practicing a fire style technique. He would have to learn fire style, after wind and earth. It was not his favorite element, but it was a useful one.

He shifted in his seat. Despite himself, he felt slightly guilty. Kuroi had such powerful emotions about hating her after being her companion after such a time. She, too, seemed to have strong emotions on the subject. As one who valued companionship more than anything, he wasn't sure whether or not he should interject into this fight.

He shook his head. This wasn't the time for that. Perhaps he'd speak to her later. For now, he was content with practicing the Wind Release. He sighed, sitting down. He focused his chakra around him, attempting to embody the wind into it. The wind was sharp, he thought to himself. Wind slashed.

He focused these thoughts into his chakra, sending it spinning around him in slashing blades. He dragged the air with it, hoping to create some semblance of wind. He spun his chakra and spiralled it, drawing the air with it, drawing on his Kage Bunshin training.

He cracked an eye open, checking on Munichi. No, she still hadn't appeared to have noticed him. He smirked. The girl intrigued him. A medic, a Konoha shinobi, the tenative partner of the moody Kuroi. There was so much story behind that. He was dying to find out. His chakra flared in response to his mood, cutting gouges out of the earth around him.

He closed his eyes, continuing to focus the air into chakra. He was not here for the story, however. In all honesty, beneath his sadistic qualities, Shiro had a strong moral code he followed. True, killing and the such were perfectly acceptable to him. But he was entirely against the performing of such acts against those he deemed to be 'good people.'

He smirked. His definition of good people was a little odd, he supposed. Someone who blindly follows the rules and submits to everything was not a good person to him. He had no time for those who submit to their fate with watering eyes and begging hands. Those who struggled for their survival and never gave up, like Kuroi and Munichi, deserved his respect. Of course, Kuroi lost that respect pretty quickly when Shiro discovered his moody nature and lack of understanding of the value of companionship.

Having no memories of friends or family, Shiro reflected as he slashed a wind blade around him in a circle, made him realize just how lonely a person could be. He would not abandon those who were his friends. Those who stood in his way would die. These two parties were clear and obvious in his mind.

He dragged another wind blade along the ground, focusing his chakra into a wind form with determination. He had lost all respect for Kuroi, the moment he heard of how he turned his back on a companion. He spun his chakra, creating a minature tornado. That boy was a fool...

[Demi]

Her eyes opened wide as she could hear the wind pick up in the distance. It wasn’t too far away, but it certainly broke her concentration. The sick feeling of someone watching her, or has possibly watched her for some time raised the delicate hairs on the back of her neck. Her eyes scanned the foreign area, and she could soon see an object. A shadowy figure which, she was sure, had not been there before.

Her eyes squinted as she traced the object out. A boy? What was he doing here? He was a stranger, for he did not share the same characteristics of any ninja she could possibly remember in detail… Which was only a handful. The tornado warded her off from heading over there, but curiosity would sure shun away her shy nature.

“Hey,” she said after clearing her throat. Although she had spoken only a little bit louder than she would normally talk, her voice traveled through the forest with ease, and she could only wait for an answer.

[Masakuni]

Shiro perked up immediately, hearing a lone voice travelling through the forest to his ears. He cracked an eye open, letting the tornado around him die into a slight wind. He looked over at Munichi. She was looking in his direction now, and most likely the one to whom the feminine voice belonged to.

He frowned. He was hoping she wouldn't notice the wind for a little longer. He toyed with the idea of using the Musei Tsuuka to appear behind her, but he didn't want to scare her. He was, after all, trying to be compassionate. He found it suprisingly difficult.

Shiro stood up gently, walking at a smooth but fast pace over to where Munichi stood. He behind his mask. He really was losing it. Compassion for another human being, moral codes... They were ridiculous ideas. And yet, he couldn't shake them. They clung to his mind, like burrs.

"Hey." He said cheerily, stopping a few feet away from her and clasping his hands behind his back. "I'm Sabaku no Shiro. Nice to meet ya. I think you're one of my room mates." He smiled, though he wasn't quite sure what effect that would have under the mask. His silver eyes, piercing as always, locked unto hers. He had developed that disconcerting habit of staring...

[remix]

Kuroi's body would be tossed, and in a few moments would smack right into Shiro's, sending them both tumbling into the ground. Tera would then slowly appoach-- quite not amused. Now that everyone was present, he could begin handing out punishments. Yep, thats right.

"I'll assume you all know why I'm here."

He had pretty much ignored Munichi, as he was still annoyed with her. But slowly he was seeing a pattern, and would have to break it-- or instead, humiliate them.

Evil plotting in process. =]

[Itaru]

Kuroi'Karasu grunted as his body collided with Sabaku no Shiro's. He staggered for a bit before falling face-first into the ground. Rubbing his nose which he though was moments away from bleeding, he spun around after hearing Teramune's voice. His headband. Karasu would have placed his hand over the Leaf symbol if it would have done any good at all. He listened carefully to Teramune's words. He had a pretty good idea of what he meant. He got up onto his feet and kept his eyes to the ground, near Teramune's feet.

[Demi]

Her turquoise eyes merely sized him up. Was he here for a fight? Hopefully not… And she didn’t want to be dragged from her training for a third time… But if he was to do so, she could only let him. However, she was completely clueless as to why he was here.

“Room mate?” her eyebrow lifted slightly, as she stared into his eyes. It was yet another word she could hardly understand, unless she broke it in two. Damn the ignorance…

“Hello, Shiro,” she figured the words to say as her mind and her insanity were at a battle again. To her surprise, insanity would win the fight, and she’d be set fee again, which was only for her own good. She hesitated to hold out her hand, as she had seen so many others do when meeting a new person. However, if she were to start off this way, she’d feel utterly stupid. She slowly brought her left arm up, and it clung to her bare right shoulder.

She nodded her head, and “you too,” escaped her lips.

Then, the crashing noise sent her stepping backwards, and her eyes trailed up to see Teramune. What the hell was happening here?

“No, why are we all here?” her eyes narrowed. She’d be interupted from training again, and it completely sent her mad. However, she sucked it up and watched the three males before her.

[Masakuni]

Shiro tumbled to the ground as Kuroi crashed into him. He would have dodged, but he figured it would be better to just take his punishment. Master Tera was a brutal man, Shiro was beginning to see that about his master. He smirked under his mask. That was one of the things he liked. He knew, in all honesty it was wrong to abandon training.

He rolled to his feet, instinctively stepping in front of Munichi. He suprised himself as he did it. He felt a protective urge around her. He didn't mind getting hurt, or seeing Kuroi get hurt, but Munichi had done nothing wrong. His smirk widened, his silver eyes piercing the scene.

"Yes, I do. I accept the consequences of my actions." He said, almost gleefully. "Lets do this, Kuroi, Munichi."

[remix]

"Good then. Firstly, Shiro-- you are forbidden to train until I say otherwise, and you may not speak to anyone, nor be spoken to unless I'm positive your lesson will be learned. Why? You're scum. You abandoned Kuroi in training, and that is a sign of betrayal."

He took his view from him, and from there would completely ignore him. The headband would be taken later.

"As for you two-- since I see how this runs; Kuroi, you will now be considered Nichi's slave. Do as she tells you unless it conflicts with me, and obey her. She is now higher than you-- don't forget it. You also went back to Konoha, and even though you returned, you disobeyed me. So, along with this-- strip. And after, you can sit in that pond for the day."

This reason was dealt because the pond was full of leeches, and he knew that Kuroi wouldn't want to be seen naked. It was just-- shameful... unless you're a pervert. Tera sighed, glancing at Munichi.

"You aren't allowed to talk to Shiro until I say otherwise, nor help Kuroi. In fact, if you want to punch him in the mouth freely, you can do so. If Kuroi says anything, tell me."

He would think once more...

And flickered, appearing infront of Shiro. He had used Musei Tsuuka, and wasn't holding back at all. With a swift movement he would attempt to backhand slap the boy-- like a betch-- which in his opinion just the fact he would be slapped like this would strike a huge deal to his dignity and self esteem. "You, go to the estate and don't leave."

Pointing to Kuroi, he began. "You, get started. And give me the headbands, retards. The reason I discarded them was so you wouldn't be chased by shinobi hunters-- but you're all too stupid to understand that. I don't need a bunch of ninja figuring where I am, or where you are-- as you aren't ready to take them on. Use your brains." And with that, he waited for them to do as he said. If not, they can just go the other way-- mutilation. >> He had no issue with cutting off limps, or defiguring them.

[Itaru]

Karasu glared intensely at Teramune with his onyx black eyes. His teeth bared at the elite, pure hatred lingering within. He removed his shirt from his body to begin with, not taking that glare away from Teramune. For now he wouldn't even say a word to him. He began pulling the fighting tape from his arms, soon his gloves. After that he removed his red belt that constricted his waist, now moved to his pants.

This would be the more humiliating part of the punishment. He pulled down his pants and kicked off his sandals. Next were his boxers. Before he did so, he jabbed a finger at Teramune. "You want this headband? Remove it from my head!" He snapped. He wasn't about to give it up. So what if it had a crack among it. He was a Leaf Village Shinobi and there was no changing that. "Want to break my arm again?"

He outstretched his right arm for Teramune to do as he wanted with. "Rip me apart if you want, but this headband tells where I came from, and I'm not losing it to you!" He stepped forward, closer toward Teramune. If he needed to, he would fight for this. For his headband. Standing in no clothing at all but his boxers, he patiently awaited for Teramune's reaction. To tell the truth, Karasu was scared shit-less of the man.

[Demi]

Her eyes followed Shiro. If any of the three males, she felt somewhat at ease with him. He wasn’t as bipolar as Karasu had seemed, and the thought of Teramune could almost make her paranoid. However, she knew nothing of Shiro, other than his name, so she knew she mustn’t be foolish. Out of the four ninjas, she was the smallest. But if it was punishment that was going around, she had no idea what she was being punished for. Her eyes shot around the three males, and landed back on Shiro. What did he mean, “do this”? And what did that have to do with her and Karasu?

Tera’s voice shattered her thoughts. Shiro silenced and unable to train, and Karasu… She knew he had it the worse. Naked and with leeches, it’d only bother her more, for it was an urge to already figure a way to help him. Hopefully he would fight the bastards off, for she had no say in what Teramune ordered… She didn’t look to him as her master. Hell no she didn’t. She offered respect, but wouldn’t be praising him like a god or kissing his ass. Ever. He was surely a strong man, and very intelligent at that, but she was not about to bow down to him. Hell, she was scared of him, but she fought all she could to hide that fact away. And Karasu was her slave? It was even a punishment to her! A horrible one at that.

Her eyes turned to Karasu. His stripping down did not mean a thing to her; she knew how embarrassed he was, and she wouldn’t encourage his rage or shame, but what his actions were moronic!

“You damn idiot!” she mouthed, but no vocals came out. Her body grew cold with his gesture, oh please. Not in front of the damn medic! She couldn’t stand to see anyone hurt this way, especially someone she had any care at all about. Her eyes drifted to the ground, and she wished she could block her ears from the sounds that were soon to come.

[Masakuni]

Betrayed Kuroi. Abandoned him. The full measure of Shiro's actions occured to him in that moment. He felt the wind knocked out of him... Then very suddenly, it literally was. His master had appeared, using the Musei Tsuuka at full power. Shiro, even after learning the technique, couldn't have tracked it at that rate.

Still, he had seen the blow coming when his master had appeared, but had been to caught up in his own betrayal to dodge. Even if he had dodged, he would have taken far worse later on. He fell to the ground, rolling to his feet just as quickly. He could feel blood leaking out of his mouth, but he ignored it.

He looked from Kuroi to Munichi. These two... In this moment, he resolved he wouldn't abandon them. Either of them. Not even Kuroi. Oh, the rest of the world would tremble. Villages would fall and lords would die, under the hand of his master or him. But these two... On the pain of death, he swore to himself, he wouldn't ever abandon them. Nothing in the world was worse than solitude and loneliness.

And it was under this belief, that, for the first time in his life, Sabaku no Shiro, Kaishin heir, paled. His master had given him the punishment of... Silence... Solitude... Reflection... He gripped his headband tightly, pulling it from his head. This headband... The snow... He couldn't give that up... But... Shiro trembled. He looked pleadingly at Kuroi and Munichi, but knew they couldn't help him.

Loneliness... No... No... No! He screamed in his mind, his masked face set as hard as he could make it in the face of that terror. He looked at his master, a look of utter hatred passing his face briefly. He owed everything to Tera, and accepted his punishment. But... Silence... Loneliness. The man knew of Shiro's fears, somehow. He had twisted them against him. In that moment, Shiro lost a great deal of affection for Tera. Never, never would he be able to look at the man who consigned him to this the same.

He lingered for a moment. Unsure. Master Tera... No. Tera, would probably hurt him for this. But if the other two made a stand, Shiro would not abandon them...

[remix]

A swift movement as his body reappeared behind Nichi, a palm attempting to smack into the back of her neck and knock her out momentarily. He had forgotten she was a girl-- for a moment. Tera wrinkled his nose, looking at the two. Honestly, he didn't want to make them do it-- especially Shiro. But, then again, he knew that they would walk over him the next time.

Only for a short period of time... atleast.

He exhaled, his eyes closing as he shrugged. "Then keep the headbands, you morons." He glanced at Shiro, inspecting his expression. Not much of a sadist as the former Shiro, or Soichiro-- he couldn't really pull himself to put the boy on ignore status. But, in the end-- his right index finger rose, pointing towards the Estate.

A sigh escaped his mouth, and he smacked Kuroi's arm down. "Don't ever do that again-- your body is too valuable to allow it to be harmed. If I wanted your headband I could have just taken it whilst you were standing." he frowned, sighing a bit more.

he'd have to do it... he would .___.