—the lion's pride;;

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[/i] be training right now, but I chose to take a break from that to sit in the mists alone. Today seemed but a normal day, with nothing to do.

I sensed people passing by, their visage moving through the mist like ghosts. At first glance, I envisioned my father walking through the mist, staring me down. I attempted not to look, the ghosts of my own past nothing more than that; the past. Why stress it? It was simply a man with his son, and of course I smiled when eye-contact was made. They seemed friendly as I watched them once again fade away into the mist. I was alone once more, only to listen to my own thoughts as I stared down at the lion on my pad.

"The roar of a lion would kill this silence."
sighing to myself.

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[enter] Yasora left his home, confident that his preparations were sufficient. All of his equipment, his shuriken, kunai, wire, bells, and all of the other minor items, were now on his person--not to mention his long sword, snagged securely over his right shoulder. He refused to let his first out-of-country mission prove to be a failure; he was going to do this right. He would prevail.

Remembering his training as he walked, Yasora headed to the docs, the rendezvous point his newly joined team appointed. "Any ice techniques will probably melt away in the Fire Country," he considered. "Perhaps I'll just need to rely on--" He stopped. On a random bench, in the middle of all this mist, a very...interesting man sat. He seemed like the type to draw the attention: outgoing, "out there." Many piercings were patterned along his face, his hair was styled in a funky fashion, and his nails were painted black. I wonder what he's doing out here... Actually, what's the use of wondering such things? Yasora sighed, perusing on, avoiding contact. He never did like to meet new people.

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He stopped again, responding to the stranger. He was so close, too. So close of being able to bypass yet another pointless conversation. Not wanting to be rude, however, he resisted the urge to keep on walking, ignoring the man completely. Yasora put on that fake smile of his before turning around, ready for some awkward small talk. "No, I'm fine," he said simply.

Yasora watched as the stranger folded up paper, making an airplane. He was smiling at Yasora in a freaky sort of way; Yasora could link that sort of grin with someone ready to kill. It made him feel slightly uneasy. And, as predicted, things were definitely awkward. "Yeah, I'm just about to go on a mission, so..." he trailed off. He was still being stared at with that devilish grin. "Erm...what's your name? I'm Yasora," he asked, keeping his hands at his sides.

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tilting my head more.[/right]What could this kid do? Maybe he was gonna' chase some old ladie's cat down the street for a few coins. Maybe not, for he seemed a tad bit determined about this mission, the fact he sort of mentioned it without me asking. Anxious for attention? I could give him that attention. I continued to grin as I finished the last folds upon my plane. Then, as most do when they create such a piece of art, I threw the plane and watched it soar into the mist. I then turned back to the boy, for he was attempting to introduce himself.

"Yasora? Heheh...yaaa-sooo-raahh. Has a ring to it, no?"
lifting myself up so that I could sit upon the top of the bench.
"I'm Fuji, but you can call me Fuji, kay? Kay."

From this point on, I placed my hands together in my lap, staring at the young shinobi with my hood over my head. I was quite curious about this mission, feeling a bit dangerous at the moment. I hadn't been on a mission in about...what, a year? Pretty long for a shinobi, surprised I hadn't been ripped of my position. Figure they don't care much about a genin anyways; especially a twenty year old genin who does nothing but cause trouble. I figure it was time I do my part. Maybe his words would interest me to join; self-invitation.

"What is this mission about, kid?"
the grin never fading.

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"Yasora? Heheh...yaaa-sooo-raahh. Has a ring to it, no?" There was something Yasora hated about hearing his name pronounced that way. Perhaps it was the fact that it was the first time someone has pronounced it that way. This guy was truly something unique.

"I'm Fuji, but you can call me Fuji, kay? Kay." He was definitely an oddball. "What is this mission about, kid?" he asked, sitting upon the bench's back, that malicious grin still peering at Yasora.

Yasora was never a patient person. "Frankly, none of your business," he coldly said. His fake smile quickly dropped, his eyes glaring at Fuji's. Admittedly, Yasora did not hold much liking for this guy, and that is a rare conclusion for him to reach so shortly after being introduced. Their personalities were too different, and Yasora could never get along with people of his energy.

He did not feel the need to pretend liking this one; it would not have been a long-lasting relationship, anyway. Besides, Yasora needed to head to the docs and regroup with the others--no time to waste. He turned sharply from Fuji, starting his walk toward the docs once more.

Then came the inevitable sigh. That wasn't...right. Yasora turned back around, having one last thing to add. "Sorry, I'm just in a hurry," he tried to excuse. To avoid any moments more of unnecessary awkwardness, Yasora quickly looked away, and he exited out into the mist. Finally...away from that...bench! [exit]

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leaning back a bit.[/right]I still kept my grin upon my face, only to find that my nosiness was irritating him. Meh, it wasn't my problem, I didn't mind the attitude, what business was it of mine? None, so why stress such strong and serious words; hear the sarcasm in my voice? I had a good nerve to pull a prank on this kid, but I irritated him enough for one day. The name, Yasora, would not be forgotten. If he survived this so called mission, we'd see just how far this off relationship would continue to tumble down a hill of nothingness.

"Yea? Well don't let me keep ya...yaaa-sooo-raahh."
enjoying this more and more.
"Shoo-shoo-shoo!"

I waved my left hand off into the distance as a means of shooing him off like a stray cat. This kid would definitely be a pain in the ass for his partners, with that lack of patience and social manors. I picked my notebook up, and pulled my paint brush back out of my ear so I could continue my artwork. I no longer looked at the boy, so my grin faded away as I looked into the paper with the upmost focus. Obviously today was going to remain uneventful, too bad. I could really use a muse; drawing lions no longer sufficed.

"Hmm...I'll draw yaaa-sooo-raahh!"
starting with a sad face :[

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[from here on out, all entries must pm me for entrance:]
Naga

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"Oooo...feisty”

Sanguine pools gazed through the evergreen, locked upon the facades of a woman (From what I gathered; via facial features) and that of a youthful man. Through the shrubbery I transversed, my silhouette masked for I traveled within darkness itself, yet my crimson eyes clear as day; strange how they would go unnoticed. The conversation between the taller youth and the blemished tattered man would continue without intrusion, divine grace and swiftness masked within a patter of footsteps leading me forward, ivory digits allowing for my form to find shelter within the anatomy of a tree; slate pupils watching, no piercing the forms of those infront of me.

"Another one? Really?"

My words were dull and aloof, uttered carelessly yet strangely..bold–what was happening to me? Nevertheless, with my words I sought to narrow the distance between me and the strange man, parched chakra surged as to allow for proper balance to be with sustained upon the branch. It was barely enough, such an easy and mild movement yet one that caused me great pain; it was strange how I was still able to dip into my reservoirs, moreso, how I was even able to maintain my Sharingan. Wait? My Sharingan? Fixated grandly on my previous opponent, I had failed to realize the depths of power I had just received moments before.

"You from around here?"

My thoughts about my blood-line were pushed to the back of my mind, for now, all I needed to do was find the man who had easily overwhelmed my Kage. Whatever the case, I was losing the ability to remain conscious; my eyes felt heavy, my body like I've been stabbed multiple times. Was I dying?

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unsure as to whether or not you've approached me yet lol

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[/i] its downfall.

'Ninpou: Choju Giga...'
the lions pride awakened by my call.

He probably sensed it at this point, the crackle of paper followed by the heavy pace of breathing from below his form now obvious in the trees. I placed my supplies away as my lion circled the tree in question. One thing I didn't care for much was being spied on. Now, with my backpack upon my back, I pushed off the bench and approached the scene. As I grew closer, my eyes fell upon his red orbs; my Lion still revolving around the base of the tree. The Sharingan, no?

"You wanna' come down from there?"
still deciding whether or not to allow my lion a treat.

Of course, the lion's weight class was way below its true potential; due to my lack of training in the technique itself. The mist around the opponents visage no longer became an issue, for his eyes reacted like a lighthouse through the fog; I saw him clear as day from this position. There was a chance he had been attempting to get my attention, but his actions proved otherwise; was he a spy, or one about to approach me, too late? I really didn't wish to fight right now.

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SPOILER: Click to show

Ninpou: Choju Giga
Rank: “C”, “B”, “A” Ranks
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to bring to life and control a set amount of drawings or paintings.
Special: “Hand Seals”
Drawback: The objects are made out of ink, and thus very weak. Most “D” rank attacks have the ability to completely destroy the ink creations, no matter of their own size.
Description: The user will rapidly draw several objects, usually animals, on a scroll. Then, performing the right handseals, the user will bring those objects to life and use them for offensive purposes. The monsters, made of ink, also share any special properties that the ink has.
• “C” Rank- Allows for a maximum of ten small creatures at once or five medium sized creatures. This ability may be re-trained in order to increase the number of small creatures by two and the number of medium creatures by one each time this is learned. After the initial time learning this technique and four additional trainings, the user is required to perform “B” ranked training to learn more.
• “B” Rank- Allows for a maximum of twenty small creatures at once or ten medium sized creatures at once, or one large sized creature at once. This ability may be retrained in order to increase the number of small creatures created at once by three, medium creatures by two, and large creatures by one. After the initial learning of the “B” Rank, it must be re-learned a total of four times before the “A” rank may be learned.
• “A” Rank- Allows for a maximum of thirty five small creatures at once, or twenty medium sized creatures, or five large sized creatures at once, or one gargantuan sized creature. May be re-trained any number of times to increase the number of small creatures by five, medium creatures by three, large creatures by two, and gargantuan creatures by one.
Limit: Must know Gahou Tenrai
[C rank learned 1 time]

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fading into the mist
"...you could end up dead."[/right]

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