DoomFlavored

Doom's Testing Thread

Rashiku Karata __________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________	________________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky Every time that the sun still sets I pray they don't take mine I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to my regret And now I know that I'm alive
______________________________________ Rashiku couldn't help himself from glancing at Ami all throughout the walk to find a good place to sit for lunch. Each time he moved to state something, but quickly stopped. Some of the times, other strangers passed by and he clearly didn't want to talk with them in earshot, and at other points he simply didn't manage to speak. Finally the nearby park provided distance from the wandering crowds of shoppers, and a place to sit without needing to focus on looking around and walking. Still, as he sat next to Ami, he was awkwardly quiet for even longer. 'How do I even start with this?' He thought back to just a bit earlier, how he'd planned to stab through her in order to deal Takayuki a fatal blow. She surely wouldn't have known what his intentions were in that moment, and probably had many doubts after as well. He wanted to tell her she could trust him, but every time he tried, he didn't know what part of the topic to start at. Suddenly there was a noise on the roof behind them, some crumbling rubble, dust, and a couple of spooked birds flying off. Immediately Rashiku stood up and looked, his hand going to his back towards his weapon's hilt, but not drawing it yet. His eyes glowed brightly as he investigated with his Karata eye, seeing what was happening, but he detected nothing. Unbeknownst to Rashiku, Akira had landed just out of his sensing range, and was crawling ever closer to it, but just before going in, the Karata boy released his power and let go of his weapon, scratching his head. It looked to him like just a piece of cement had crumbled off and fell, creating some dust and giving the poor birds a fright. With a light smile, Rashiku sat back down and looked towards Ami again. The distraction had actually been helpful, having him focus on something other than organizing his thoughts. With his shoulders more relaxed, he finally spoke, just trying to get it out. "I was trying to protect you..." He started, knowing how it may have sounded. Ami's hand had been fidgeting as she was sitting there, attempting to figure out what Rashiku had wanted to talk about. Many scenarios were racing through her head. Most of her being caught so easily. Though, the noise had snapped Ami out of her thoughts. She too looked over but saw nothing out of the ordinary. When Rashiku sat down next to her, Ami felt her heart race with anxiety. The small girl had a confused look on her face when Rashiku suddenly spoke of him trying to protect her. "P-Protect me? Ami asked, before it dawned on her. Her bubbles. Rashiku must have been trying to cut Mekakushi-sensei in a way where she wouldn't have been harmed, but her bubbles must have gotten in the way. Ami looked down with embarrasment. "I-I'm sorry. I-I d-didn't mean t-to get in your w-w-way... I-I just got i-in a panic a-and was t-trying to d-distract s-sensei..." she explained. Right away he shook his head denying her statement. "You were in the way because he put you there. He used you as a shield. Your techniques helped create an opening." A bit faster than he intended, he raised his hand to put two of his fingers gently to her shoulder where he'd been aiming at before. "I was going to strike here... It would have gone through you and struck Mekakushi-sensei in the heart to kill him." A sense of relief went through Ami when he reassured her that she was in no part in his way. She was pleasantly surprised that Rashiku had commented her bubble jutsu had helped create an opening instead of hindering him. The blonde blinked twice when Rashiku had touched her shoulder to explain what his intentions were. Ami nodded her head, understanding, though she knew it would still hurt if it had happened. "I-I see... I-If I h-had tried t-to move b-before y-you did... i-it would have b-b-been bad..." she whispered, realizing that if she had tried to avoid his blade, it would have caused more harm than good. "My eyes make it easier to aim... But yes." His mouth curled downwards slightly with his eyelids partially closing, as he continued sounding regretful. "It would have been painful. I'm sorry. I planned to remove the blade after as smoothly as I could and then take you to the hospital." He'd told her everything that had transpired in his plan. But not all that had taken place in his head when he had tried to fight their instructor. And almost like he couldn't contain the other piece any longer, he blurted out to her seemingly out of nowhere and off-topic. "You're not a creature. And you're not a threat to your village... Even if people say you are." Ami blinked twice when Rashuke had said that. "R-Right... M-Matatabi... I-I was going t-t-to tell y-y-you, A-Akira, and S-Sensei about her.... K-Kimi-chan is t-the only one o-outside of my f-family and the h-hokae that knows... I-I forgot t-they would h-have told s-sensei..." she said, figeting in place, before she looked at Rashiku with a soft smile. "B-But thank y-you for n-not being s-scared of me" The boy looked at her and nodded, but turned to face forward a bit quickly as her smile made him feel a bit strange. "I... You're welcome. My village said I was a threat too."	________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ One push is all you'll need A fist-first philosophy We watch with wounded eyes So I hope you recognize I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to the regret And now I see the world through diamond eyes ________________ ________________

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

Rashiku Karata __________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________	________________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky Every time that the sun still sets I pray they don't take mine I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to my regret And now I know that I'm alive
______________________________________ As Rashiku listened to his instructor and team talk, he realized that he was very different from them. Parts of what they said made sense, but other pieces just seemed like excuses. Or even worse, weakness. At least, that was his first instinct. The leaf did seem to often have weakened attitudes, yet the Mist had before always considered them a strong enemy and opponents. It didn't make sense. The boy pondered about what Taka had said about allies and enemies, finding out who was who. It seemed more complicated than he liked but he supposed that knowing who was truly an enemy would be useful information to learn how to gather. However, even if someone unwilling was forced to show themselves as a threat, he wouldn't show them mercy. It would be regrettable, but ultimately it would be their life, or his own. Rashiku wasn't willing to make that trade. With the instructions from Takayuki to leave, and later return for private conversations, Rashiku had mixed feelings as he turned towards the door. Overall he'd felt irritated, but it was giving way to other thoughts that were distracting him. "C'mon guys, ya coming?" Akira directed towards them, and in his distracted state, Rashiku snapped an answer at him much more harshly than he intended. "No Akira. I won't go with you." As soon as he'd said it, his irritated expression dropped to a more neutral state. Even with the Leaf folk seeming more sensitive in general, such words would have been equally rude where he'd been from. The boy spoke again right after, much more softly this time, the harshness gone from his voice. "Um... This time. I meant. I will later." With a small pause, Rashiku turned towards Ami instead, revealing, at least partially, what had occupied his thoughts for the last moments. "Ami-san... We must talk. Come have lunch with me." Despite the words themselves sounding like a demand, his tone was much more in the vein of a request.	________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ One push is all you'll need A fist-first philosophy We watch with wounded eyes So I hope you recognize I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to the regret And now I see the world through diamond eyes ________________ ________________

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

Kenshiro Hyuuga
Location: Training Ground 5
Company: Burai, Shiori, Kuree
Injuries: None
Chakra: 70%

What an even bigger pain in the ass! Sensei was going to kill them. Probably. Probably was enough to not want to take the chance that she wouldn't. Whelp, Kenshiro didn't feel like dying yet, so he was going to make sure that Kuree couldn't kill them even if she wanted to. There were two options... Ken was a little bit slower than Shiori to get up, but it wasn't him being lazy. He scanned over the small crater that Kuree's beam had cut into the ground. Getting hit by that wouldn't be good... and trying to use cover to block it would be stupid. Fighting this woman required the same strategy as fighting a bull. Get the hell out of the way.
“I need a distraction.” Shiori told him, and by now he was fully stood back up and ready. "Got it! Go for her legs, or for the kill." His statement was more than a suggestion or simply an order, it was sharing his plan. What he also intended to do. Disable Kuree enough so that they could outrun her, or neutralize her from being a threat entirely.

Truthfully Ken didn't know what exactly Shiori was going to attempt, but he trusted it would be something sneaky and lethal. He was counting on it. As fast as he could, he was off, running into the fray. But he wasn't going towards Kuree, instead, he was going to Burai who'd just finished telling them to run. He'd heard every word of what was yelled out, impossible to ignore, and it was just as frustrating as just a moment before! Burai needed a fixing, immediately.

Kuree wasn't merely waiting for them, creating clones that began flinging trees into field towards them at a rapid pace. Tree after tree flinging past and exploding into splintering shrapnel. Yet even with this obstacle, Ken barely slowed down at all. The boy bee-lined towards Burai still, ducking under a flying piece of log just a few feet from the other kid. Whether or not Burai needed the help, even if he was dodging fine on his own, Kenshiro leaped and grabbed him, yanking the other boy and himself down into the crater that Kuree had made. Giving them cover from the trees just long enough for Ken to finally put an end to this stupidity. "Burai quit your goddamned grandstanding!!!" Kenshiro outright yelled this time, letting go of Burai's collar with a bit of a shove. He gave a frustrated sigh as he caught his breath, continuing with a firm tone, but not showing anger any longer. "I don't know what you're trying to prove, but quit trying to bet both of our lives on whether or not you can take this bitch on by yourself. As soon as she's done with you, she's coming after me next! I'm not taking that bet, and you shouldn't either."

With another pair of trees exploding above them, the crater granting just enough cover to block all the meaningful pieces of shrapnel, Ken quickly told Burai his plan, there was no more time to figure it out, it just needed to be done. "We need to damage her legs and then take out those clones. Or kill her! Back me up!" "Byakugan..."
He waited just a couple more seconds, just for the next pair of trees to smash into each other, and as soon as they did Ken bounded out of the hole directly towards Kuree. Pieces of wood fell all around him, one almost slamming into the back of his neck were it not for a last minute dodge from an angle that he shouldn't have been able to see. As soon as he was within close enough distance, he popped the cork on the waterskin at his waste and with chakra swung forth a whip aimed directly at Kuree's chest. It may have been a surprising move, but the whip looked not much more powerful than a regular whip. On its own, it was unlikely to do more than bruise an opponent like Kuree... Were it not for the Gentle Fist energy infused within aimed right at her lungs.
Regardless of the whip's success, Ken already was charging his other arm full with energy. Powerful, sharp chakra engulfed his entire arm, and extended a small few inches off of his closed fist. "Chakra Drill!" He shouted as he moved to try and slam the drill into this Jounin.

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

Koji Takuma

"Do you really want to die?"

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There they were... The kids didn't even seem to be bothering to reduce their noise level. Or... No. Just one of them. Multiple instances of the same steps were approaching from multiple directions. Koji didn't know exactly which of them it was, but he'd guessed it was Naruko with her known use of the Shadow Clone technique. And then some... thudding and clothes shuffling off to the side? Koji's eyebrow raised as he continued hurling the scattered projectiles in the general direction of where he was hearing. 'What are they doing over there? Weird time to be rolling around in the dirt.' Soon both the steps and shuffling stopped, the forest going quiet. A final few clangs echoed as Koji stopped throwing his kunai, and a fog started settling in the trees. With a change of his stance, Koji pulled on a ring inside his sleeve, bringing up a wire that followed the back of his arms and lined them with loose kunai attached with small snapping buttons that looked cheap and easy to separate, along with a couple in each hand ready to be thrown. 'Time for them to start... Hidden in the Mist jutsu? That's a surprise.' Something was different however as the mist settled in and got thicker. The smell was acrid, and the mist had a different consistency than what Koji had seen before. 'Not bad... I don't want to be in this for long if it changes.' And then there was movement. Figures coming out of the mist towards him, and a triumphant battle cry from the girl in orange. As soon as they came out of the mist one of them caught a kunai right into her leg that had ricocheted upwards off the ground, dispersing her with a short "Yeeep!!" Immediately Koji turned towards the other two intent on doing the same to them, but instead he stopped in place, stunned with his mouth slightly agape. "Oooouuuu~ Koji-Sama~!" ................... Koji was a reasonably disciplined man. One who was very skilled at keeping his composure. And here it served him well... But he was not immune to the powerful technique being thrust upon him! For a brief moment the approaching women had his full attention, his guarded stance half dropping, and Gorudo's tongue met no resistance as it slung through the air to grab the scroll. The clones of Naruko got closer, and almost were able to get their hands on their target before he was able to snap out of it, and with a swift and hard kick, he slammed one into the other and dispersed them both. A small hint of red was under one nostril, but he was no longer slowed down. "Now I know who's first..." In a blur of movement, Koji launched directly towards Gorudo just as he'd gotten the scroll. In nearly the same instant as Koji had appeared infront of the boy, two kunai were launched with one swing of his arm, sinking right into his previously-wounded shoulder and his opposite thigh. And yet, the movement didn't stop. A hand went to Gorudo's collar and grabbed with force, pulling him into a lock with Koji behind him brandishing a Kunai at his throat. "And now you're captured... You two stay back!!! Or I'll kill him and you both next." He glared down at the boy, and gave him a final ultimatum. "Escape this yourself. Prove you're worthy. Before I decide you're not and end it." The point of the blade pointed towards Gorudo's skin, so close to being able to cut him in an instant.

Doom's Testing Thread

Koji Takuma

"Do you really want to die?"

_______________________________________________

There they were... The kids didn't even seem to be bothering to reduce their noise level. Or... No. Just one of them. Multiple instances of the same steps were approaching from multiple directions. Koji didn't know exactly which of them it was, but he'd guessed it was Naruko with her known use of the Shadow Clone technique. And then some... thudding and clothes shuffling off to the side? Koji's eyebrow raised as he continued hurling the scattered projectiles in the general direction of where he was hearing. 'What are they doing over there? Weird time to be rolling around in the dirt.' Soon both the steps and shuffling stopped, the forest going quiet. A final few clangs echoed as Koji stopped throwing his kunai, and a fog started settling in the trees. With a change of his stance, Koji pulled on a ring inside his sleeve, bringing up a wire that followed the back of his arms and lined them with loose kunai attached with small snapping buttons that looked cheap and easy to separate, along with a couple in each hand ready to be thrown. 'Time for them to start... Hidden in the Mist jutsu? That's a surprise.' Something was different however as the mist settled in and got thicker. The smell was acrid, and the mist had a different consistency than what Koji had seen before. 'Not bad... I don't want to be in this for long if it changes.' And then there was movement. Figures coming out of the mist towards him, and a triumphant battle cry from the girl in orange. As soon as they came out of the mist one of them caught a kunai right into her leg that had ricocheted upwards off the ground, dispersing her with a short "Yeeep!!" Immediately Koji turned towards the other two intent on doing the same to them, but instead he stopped in place, stunned with his mouth slightly agape. "Oooouuuu~ Koji-Sama~!" ................... Koji was a reasonably disciplined man. One who was very skilled at keeping his composure. And here it served him well... But he was not immune to the powerful technique being thrust upon him! For a brief moment the approaching women had his full attention, his guarded stance half dropping, and Gorudo's tongue met no resistance as it slung through the air to grab the scroll. The clones of Naruko got closer, and almost were able to get their hands on their target before he was able to snap out of it, and with a swift and hard kick, he slammed one into the other and dispersed them both. A small hint of red was under one nostril, but he was no longer slowed down. "Now I know who's first..." In a blur of movement, Koji launched directly towards Gorudo just as he'd gotten the scroll. In nearly the same instant as Koji had appeared infront of the boy, two kunai were launched with one swing of his arm, sinking right into his previously-wounded shoulder and his opposite thigh. And yet, the movement didn't stop. A hand went to Gorudo's collar and grabbed with force, pulling him into a lock with Koji behind him brandishing a Kunai at his throat. "And now you're captured... You two stay back!!! Or I'll kill him and you both next." He glared down at the boy, and gave him a final ultimatum. "Escape this yourself. Prove you're worthy. Before I end it." The point of the blade pointed towards Gorudo's skin, so close to being able to cut him in an instant.

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

White Reaper __________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________	________________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ I walked the path that led me to the end Remember I'm caught beneath with nothing left to give, forever Grey skies will chase the light away No longer I fought the fight now only dark remains Forever Divided I will stand And I will let this end
______________________________________ Resolved footsteps echoed through a stone hallway, a masked man entering a large, open room, that had a rather low ceiling. Just high enough for tall people to not be bumping their heads, but only a couple of feet more. A long table made of marble, masterfully crafted but showing cracks and chips from age sat in the middle surrounded by spacious stone seats. Furthest from the entrance an old man sat with a cleared plate in front of him with specks of rice decorating it, and beside it a steaming cup of very dark tea. His shackled arms were wrapped in bandages down to his fingertips, his legs thin with the skin hugging his bones. Partially matted, frizzled black hair draped all the way down his gaunt, chapped face and loomed onto his shoulders. And yet, this desiccated husk seemed to be regaining color in his skin. Lifting the cup to his lips caused his thin, bandaged arm to tremble slightly, the chains on the shackles rattling, but ever the less the more movement he made. From the darkest corner another masked figure walked into view towards the one entering, the two being completely identical. The one who'd entered began to speak, his words direct, while his voice was smooth and confident. "It seems someone must have gotten wind of the operation. Both the beach and the caves are being stormed now. It seems to be at least three full teams that are invading." The other mask nodded and gave a light sigh, before speaking in a quieter, but equal voice to the other. "Damn... You've had more time to think. What do you suggest?" "Contingency D. With moving to A if our forces falter, and then B if that is not doable." With the plan told, the second mask nodded firmly. "I'll take care of this then. Get back out there and continue to monitor. Remember, you're more fragile than you're used to." Swiftly, the man who'd entered left the same way, while the second mask strode over to the old man and ordered him sternly. "Meal time's over. You get a couple swallows, then get up." From under his disheveled black mane, the old man glared at the mask, but complied, taking a couple of larger gulps than normally comfortable for the tea's temperature. The masked figure grabbed the collection of chains on the old man's back which had been loosened for his meal, pulling them tight to pin his arms against his body leaving very little movement. "Move. Now." Still holding the chains he pushed the prisoner forward, leading him elsewhere.	________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ The sun begins to rise And wash away the sky The turning of the tide Don't leave it all behind And I will never say goodbye When angels fall with broken wings I can't give up, I can't give in When all is lost and daylight ends I'll carry you and we will live forever ________________ ________________

Doom's Testing Thread

White Reaper __________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________	________________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ I walked the path that led me to the end Remember I'm caught beneath with nothing left to give, forever Grey skies will chase the light away No longer I fought the fight now only dark remains Forever Divided I will stand And I will let this end
______________________________________ Resolved footsteps echoed through a stone hallway, a masked man entering a large, open room, that had a rather low ceiling. Just high enough for tall people to not be bumping their heads, but only a couple of feet more. A long table made of marble, masterfully crafted but showing cracks and chips from age sat in the middle surrounded by spacious stone seats. Furthest from the entrance an old man sat with a cleared plate in front of him with specks of rice decorating it, and beside it a steaming cup of very dark tea. His shackled arms were wrapped in bandages down to his fingertips, his legs thin with the skin hugging his bones. Partially matted, frizzled black hair draped all the way down his gaunt, chapped face and loomed onto his shoulders. And yet, this desiccated husk seemed to be regaining color in his skin. Lifting the cup to his lips caused his thin, bandaged arm to tremble slightly, the chains on the shackles rattling, but ever the less the more movement he made. From the darkest corner another masked figure walked into view towards the one entering, the two being completely identical. The one who'd entered began to speak, his words direct, while his voice was smooth and confident. "It seems someone must have gotten wind of the operation. Both the beach and the caves are being stormed now. It seems to be at least three full teams that are invading." The other mask nodded and gave a light sigh, before speaking in a quieter, but equal voice to the other. "Damn... You've had more time to think. What do you suggest?" "Contingency D. With moving to A if our forces falter, and then B if that is not doable." With the plan told, the second mask nodded firmly. "I'll take care of this then. Get back out there and continue to monitor. Remember, you're more fragile than you're used to." Swiftly, the man who'd entered left the same way, while the second mask strode over to the old man and ordered him sternly. "Meal time's over. You get a couple swallows, then get up." From under his disheveled black mane, the old man glared at the mask, but complied, taking a couple of larger gulps than normally comfortable for the tea's temperature. The masked figure grabbed the collection of chains on the old man's back which had been loosened for his meal, pulling them tight to pin his arms against his body leaving very little movement. "Move. Now." Still holding the chains he pushed the prisoner forward, leading him elsewhere.	________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ The sun begins to rise And wash away the sky The turning of the tide Don't leave it all behind And I will never say goodbye When angels fall with broken wings I can't give up, I can't give in When all is lost and daylight ends I'll carry you and we will live forever ________________ ________________

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

Rashiku Karata __________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________	________________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky Every time that the sun still sets I pray they don't take mine I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to my regret And now I know that I'm alive
______________________________________ Nothing else in the room mattered. Rashiku's eyes burned bright with power and fury as he followed Taka's every movement. Every, one. Their jounin's speed spiked to levels that were higher than anything Rashiku had witnessed before, and though he could see almost everything, the man moved faster than his eyes could turn to follow, and trying to catch him with the blade appeared an impossible task. Yet that didn't stop the boy from trying. As Taka was back infront of him, the smallest movements that Rashiku was capable of making in that time were still trying to angle the point and edge towards him, to even so much as graze with the blades. One of his hands barely managed it, but was beginning to let go of his hilt, fingers beginning to extend and sparking, electrified chakra crawling down from his shoulder towards the hand holding his weapon. Even the lightest cut could still stun him just long enough to finish it! When Mekakushi was back infront of the boy, his eyes were back to locked right onto him, the killing intent not having faded in the least. Even with Ami out of the way, even with something having happened to Akira's wood jutsu, even their difference in speed hadn't changed Rashiku's course. At first he tried to resist being disarmed, until against such a fast movement, even with Taka being careful, a sharp pain shot up through his forearm, and he had to cooperate long enough to prevent a fracture. His weapon was gone, taken away and sheathed. Takayuki's actions were confusing, but partially made sense. It would be easier to dispatch all three of them by taking away their attacking options. Though why not just kill Ami then? It wasn't clear, but it didn't matter! As Rashiku lurched forward into the 'embrace' he charged up his same hand with the coursing electricity, about to slam his crackling palm into the very close stomach of the man infront of him, with Taka able to see his eyes still filled with contained anger. Just before Rashiku's attack connected, the more experienced shinobi grabbed his hand held it up to still embrace him, but keeping the hostile chakra away from making contact. And then things were diffused. Takayuki explained his intentions, his actions, and of how they'd all exceeded his expectations. As Rashiku was let go, anger still lingered, but the intensity and killing intent slowly faded. The suspicion that Taka had held was understandable, as it took Rashiku some time even after being betrayed by his village to accept the Leaf as anything besides an enemy. Now, he found them occasionally pleasant, but always strange. "Welcome Home" still rang a bit hollow. Not in that he was unwelcome, rather that he felt still so unfamiliar. Despite that being understandable, the things he'd called Ami, even as a ruse, kept the ember of anger lit in his eyes. Akira had accepted things readily, obviously enjoying the praise, and eagerly begged to be taught the secrets of Taka-sensei's speed. Admittedly it was impressive, and would be very valuable to be even close to it, but parts of the lesson didn't feel right to the boy. He looked over to the teammate he'd tried to save before, and as the older man asked for questions, Rashiku finally spoke, having been silent through everything before. "If I suspected you were lying, what benefit could there have been in not removing you as a threat? Being incorrect would mean we all die. If someone threatens us, why not kill them and be sure?"	________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ One push is all you'll need A fist-first philosophy We watch with wounded eyes So I hope you recognize I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to the regret And now I see the world through diamond eyes ________________ ________________

Doom's Testing Thread

Rashiku Karata __________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________	________________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ ______________________________________ Every night of my life I watch angels fall from the sky Every time that the sun still sets I pray they don't take mine I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to my regret And now I know that I'm alive
______________________________________ Nothing else in the room mattered. Rashiku's eyes burned bright with power and fury as he followed Taka's every movement. Every, one. Their jounin's speed spiked to levels that were higher than anything Rashiku had witnessed before, and though he could see almost everything, the man moved faster than his eyes could turn to follow, and trying to catch him with the blade appeared an impossible task. Yet that didn't stop the boy from trying. As Taka was back infront of him, the smallest movements that Rashiku was capable of making in that time were still trying to angle the point and edge towards him, to even so much as graze with the blades. One of his hands barely managed it, but was beginning to let go of his hilt, fingers beginning to extend and sparking, electrified chakra crawling down from his shoulder towards the hand holding his weapon. Even the lightest cut could still stun him just long enough to finish it! When Mekakushi was back infront of the boy, his eyes were back to locked right onto him, the killing intent not having faded in the least. Even with Ami out of the way, even with something having happened to Akira's wood jutsu, even their difference in speed hadn't changed Rashiku's course. At first he tried to resist being disarmed, until against such a fast movement, even with Taka being careful, a sharp pain shot up through his forearm, and he had to cooperate long enough to prevent a fracture. His weapon was gone, taken away and sheathed. Takayuki's actions were confusing, but partially made sense. It would be easier to dispatch all three of them by taking away their attacking options. Though why not just kill Ami then? It wasn't clear, but it didn't matter! As Rashiku lurched forward into the 'embrace' he charged up his same hand with the coursing electricity, about to slam his crackling palm into the very close stomach of the man infront of him, with Taka able to see his eyes still filled with contained anger. Just before Rashiku's attack connected, the more experienced shinobi grabbed his hand held it up to still embrace him, but keeping the hostile chakra away from making contact. And then things were diffused. Takayuki explained his intentions, his actions, and of how they'd all exceeded his expectations. As Rashiku was let go, anger still lingered, but the intensity and killing intent slowly faded. The suspicion that Taka had held was understandable, as it took Rashiku some time even after being betrayed by his village to accept the Leaf as anything besides an enemy. Now, he found them occasionally pleasant, but always strange. "Welcome Home" still rang a bit hollow. Not in that he was unwelcome, rather that he felt still so unfamiliar. Despite that being understandable, the things he'd called Ami, even as a ruse, kept the ember of anger lit in his eyes. Akira had accepted things readily, obviously enjoying the praise, and eagerly begged to be taught the secrets of Taka-sensei's speed. Admittedly it was impressive, and would be very valuable to be even close to it, but parts of the lesson didn't feel right to the boy. He looked over to the teammate he'd tried to save before, and as the older man asked for questions, Rashiku finally spoke, having been silent through everything before. "If I suspected you were lying, what benefit could there have been in not removing you as a threat? Being incorrect would mean we all die. If someone threatens us, why not kill them and be sure?"	________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ ________________ One push is all you'll need A fist-first philosophy We watch with wounded eyes So I hope you recognize I'm on the front line Don't worry I'll be fine The story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness So long to the regret And now I see the world through diamond eyes ________________ ________________

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

Kenshiro Hyuuga
Location: Training Ground 5
Company: Burai, Shiori, Kuree
Injuries: None
Chakra: 95%

What a pain the ass. Ken had been taken completely by surprise by Shiori grabbing him with webbing, his thoughts having been occupied with the delicious memory of gyoza back at home. And then he'd been dragged onto his rear end with the ground, Shiori chiding him about how he was staying whether he liked it or not! Confused, he craned his head back to look up at her from a somewhat strange angle, but it worked well enough despite her face being upside down. "But... Why? What exactly are we supposed to be doing together? She's said she only wants..." Suddenly he was cut off by some kind of dissolving chakra going right behind him and cutting through Shiori's web, way too close for comfort! 'Hey watch it!' Shouted through Ken's head as he rolled out of the way and stood up, halfway in a battle stance out of instinct. "Oi what the hell!" He directed towards Burai the moment he was up, wondering what he possibly was thinking sending a wave of energy so close between them.

At first, Kenshiro looked partially dumbfounded with Burai's start of what he exclaimed, taking umbrage with Shiori bringing Ken into her web. But then his look became one of annoyance as Burai continued to run his mouth and insult them both. "I'm afraid to say she's played you like a fiddle." Ken's arms folded over the bottom of his chest, his brow furrowing downwards. "Says wh-" But Burai wouldn't let up, continuing on and on, and soon Ken was comparing him to the crab in his head who ran his mouth endlessly with something to prove to everyone. "Frankly, I had thought you more insightful, Hyuuga that you are." "And how would y-" Burai didn't stop. He'd turned away from them to suddenly spout about them being a team, while also insulting Ken and Shiori's intelligence in the most backhanded 'compliment' he'd ever heard. After Burai had spouted off at Kuree, calling out her 'bluff', and still insisting on them being a team, Ken stayed silent for a brief moment. Seemingly having stopped listening, and merely waited until the other boy shut his yap.
"Done talking like a crab Burai? I don't know why you're claiming that we're idiots while you're just guessing too. Of course we knew that we were going to be a squad of three, but how do you know SHE got the memo? All we've been doing is running around with buckets and then told to chase a rock! If physical strength is all that matters to her and her clan, then I'd wager not thinking ahead isn't that much of a stretch!"

While the students below were starting what was sure to be an argument, Kuree's plan was changing, with the rock in her hand being reduced to crumbled dust and gravel. "Screw this! I'm out of here." Ken was starting to leave for a second time, far more annoyed than the first attempt, when suddenly the Mountain had appeared behind him, with a large fluctuation of chakra charging into her first and ready to blast any second. "sutooOOOOO" 'Ah hell!' Ken didn't know what it was about to do, but being anywhere near the vicinity of where that was going was the last place he wanted to be! As quickly as he could, he leaped to the side and rebounded off the ground in a backwards somersault, getting far out of the way as Kuree blasted the energy forward like a beam.