Danyel@Kal-El he does make a good point. hmmm...im not sure yet. I think, maybe we can stick to one ranking for the characters. Like, an all chunin or jonin, or anbu team. might help keep the roster less sporadic and then add characters as we go. Just an idea.
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I'm also retracting my interest. Have fun. Good luck! :)
Yuna Hōjō
"A new future rest on the horizon"
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Before he'd even realize it, soft fingertips had gently rested on the back of the Naito's neck. And for a brief moment, a pulsing sensation of immense aching pain would course through his hand, with the hope that the sudden sensation of pain would make him drop the kunai and end his brutal assault on the much weaker Nobunaga. Secret Medical Technique: Touch. This was one of the few times she had ever used the technique in this manner. What Nobu initiated was certainly uncalled for to prove his point, but what Daiki was doing to him was even worse. And it was unnecessary. This whole situation was to be honest. The pain in his hand holding the kunai would only last for a few seconds, but hopefully it would stop Daiki from ripping into the Inuzukas arm. She was too distracted by this to even realize how Fujitora was practically emasculating and making a fool of Mr. Maru.
Yuna walked from around behind and glared at the Naito with a motherly, but stern eye. Her gaze was icy and completely disapproving. He looked like a bully and her expression to him would be very clear of how she was feeling. Disappointed. "Enough". Even-though he was of a higher-ranking, under the circumstances, enough was indeed, enough. A hope that he would not turn on her played briefly through her mind, but it wasn't enough to deter her from stopping this man from digging his fangs into someone she still considered a child.
Stepping up to the Inuzuka, she carefully felt his broken wrist, and moved her comforting hands along his severely penetrated shoulder and his arm that had been jabbed and ripped into as well. And to top it all off, two cards were sticking out both of his thighs, though not very deep, but still. It was...bizarre, since she didn't see where they came from. She looked back at the Naito with a look that said, Did you really have to go this far?, first using her secret medical technique to numb some of the pain that had been incurred by the Naito's attacks. Very carefully, she pulled out the cards from his thighs as if pulling out splinters. Thankfully the wounds left behind were not very deep, but did bleed more than expected. After quickly healing them first, Yuna then placed her palms on his arm as an aquamarine light began healing the deep gash. As she healed him, she listened carefully to Ayame's words, her goals, aspirations, what she trying to achieve.
And then the rain came. Yuna closed her eyes, raised her head towards the darkened sky, and sighed deeply. She quickly became soaked and her long curly hair drenched over her girly frame. Looking back down as she continued to heal his harm, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Rei, who was trying to aid Giichi, was sent home by the older Minamoru. She looked at Yamato with a strange expression, before looking back down to Nobunaga's wounded arm. As she continued, she analyzed his shoulder wound. Her keen perception and extensive medical knowledge learned from her father made her especially helpful here. But even by herself, and with all his wounds, she couldn't heal them all in a timely fashion. Talking to no one in particular, she spoke gently. "It'll take too long to heal all his wounds here. His wrist is broken and his shoulder is severely wounded, down to the bone. He needs immediate and extensive medical attention. Can someone please help me take him to the hospital?"
Yuna didn't bother interjecting her own personal feelings on the situation, she just kept her gaze focused on his arm, not bothering to look up to anyone. Once his arm had been healed, she moved to his severely wounded shoulder and began working on it, though this wound was most certainly going to need extensive medical attention because it would take her way too long to try and heal it where they were. But even still, she'd get started. At least she was able to numb some of the pain, which helped.
Whatever she could do until someone was willing to lend a helping hand. All the unnecessary brutality that took place today was just....
Sad.
I might make a CS. Got an idea floating around in my brain. I'll see what i can come up with!
Yuna Hōjō
"There's always another way. Always."
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The deathly howls of the Hokage sent a shiver down her spine. Yuna had never heard such pain curdling cries come from someone before. During her time a shinobi she had never witnessed such an event as this. Granted, she was still relatively new to having moved to Konohagakure, but if she had realized that something like this could happen here, she probably wouldn't have come with her parents. Her daughter comes before everyone else, including this village. What kind of environment is she raising her daughter in where people get assassinated by their own people, comrades, friends...
Keeping herself still and composed, she watched coldly as several of the others bowed to the assailant once she revealed herself to be Ayame Choko. Yamato, Daiki, Chen, though the latter seemed to have some kind of malicious psychosis that made her suddenly eerily suspicious of him, Yuna shook her head in parental disappointment, saddened by the unfortunate turn of events lead by none other than the Hokage's Assistant herself and that by bowing to her, they were condoning her act. She sidestepped out of the way awkwardly, as Tatsuya, the genin she had praised from before, began emptying out his stomach on the ground, almost getting her. She frowned softly at him, as if pitying the poor boy. He looked so pale and sickly. This was such a brutal display he shouldn't have had to see, well, seeing as it SHOULDN'T have happened at all. She stepped over to him as he was raised back up by the Hyuuga jonin.
In a motherly fashion, she placed her hands on both sides of his face, as if cradling his face in her delicate palms. Yuna closed her eyes. "Secret Medical Technique: Touch", she whispered, as a warming and soothing sensation rushed under his skin, through his veins and over his entire body. The sickly, queasy feeling he was feeling before, would cease, and be replaced with a calming and relaxed sensation throughout. Like the after effects of an extremely thorough and supernatural massage. Releasing her hands from his face, she briefly smiled pitifully at him.
But he wasn't the only one to react emotionally and physically as well. A blonde boy produced a rasengan in a burst of outrage, but was stopped by his female comrade. And even when the presence of another female jonin was made present, but suddenly stopped by Mr. Maru, this truly showed how flawed this entire situation was. It was so immoral, so wrong, so un-called for. What kind of world was she trying to perpetuate by doing this? One where everyone just kills if they don't agree? One where everyone just takes, just because they want it?
This didn't have to be this way. There's always another way this could have been resolved. How discouraging. And the boy with the dog shared her same sympathies. This wasn't the type of Hokage she wanted her daughter to be raised under. She stood there hands grasped together in front of her as she pushed some of her long ginger hair behind her ear. She simply looked down in sadness, as if attending a funeral, listening without watching as Mr. Maru approached Ayame and the trench-coat wearer to arrest them, hopefully peacefully.
Yuna wouldn't approve of what they did. Not what SHE did. The young medical-nin wouldn't condone it. She'd comply for the sake of her daughter, but she had lost all respect for this woman. For what she did, for what she stood for, for what she wanted to achieve. This act overtook anything the woman may have envisioned for the future.
Shaking her head in grave disappointment, she'd live smart and act mature and agree for the future of her daughter.
But there was one thing she wouldn't do.
I shall never bow to this woman.
Actually, I change my mind about making a character. Seems a little too packed for me :) Have fun peeps.
Good idea! I'll see what I can cook up!
So I think this is pretty cool. Your might make exceptions huh? lol Wat do I gotta do?
Yuna Hōjō
"I won't allow you to hurt my children"
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Yuna remained quiet as Yamato explained the situation between himself, Daiki, and Saburo. She opted to not give her two cents. She was intuitive, like a mother's instinct and sighed softly as she could tell he was the type of individual who didn't like people imposing their own opinions onto topics that didn't involve them. Yuna knew well enough that this wasn't the moment to perpetuate it. So they do have a history. This is indeed very off...
She had been blessed to have never been in a situation where she was at complete odds with someone else on the battlefield, and not just anyone, someone who supposedly used to be a comrade, a friend.
As they arrived at the square, Yuna watched cautiously at the cloaked woman as she slowly inched her way over to Tatsuya, bubble-pipe firmly in hand and her eyes never leaving the cloaked individual who had the Hokage under complete domination. Instinctively, she placed her tense body a bit of in front of the young genin who happened to be there, her own feelings as a mother taking over, and enticing her to feel the need to distance him from the main danger, like a mother bear protecting her cubs. "I just wanted to tell you that I saw what you did back there. Helping the citizens to safety. That was very diligent of you my dear", she encouragingly said to the genin. Though she didn't look back as she said it, her words radiated with a motherly warmth.
Being a genin wasn't the most appreciated ranking, and she knew she wanted to provide maternal encouragement to anyone when she deemed it appropriate. Everyone's involvement, big and small, was a special piece to the overall solution. Everyone was important. And she just wanted him to know that. "But please stay alert love. We do not quite know who we are dealing with", referring to the cloaked assailant.
Her body tense and grounded, she stood firm, keeping her complete focus on the woman in front, as others began to arrive as well, two girls, and even someone with a dog. But it wasn't their presences she was worried about. It was who appeared up ahead.
First another individual appeared, some figure wearing a trench coat and a mask. Based off of his behavior, he wasn't an ally. But then shortly after, an ally did revive? Wait, is that Mr. Maru? He's a ninja?. Yuna nearly choked on her spit as she swallowed out of complete confusion. Mr. Maru was a regular(if @j8cob approves) at the Hojo Bathhouse and Inn. She often found his presence, though without the unnecessary smoking, pleasantly enjoyable. A relaxed, yet cleverly humorous atmosphere was created whenever he visited. She had no idea he was of such a high caliber. A sudden relief washed over as his sudden appearance eased some of her worry. But of course, not enough, because she quickly prioritized her focus back to the two assailants, even as she overheard the conversation going on between the girls behind her, but also that of a new voice that had arrived.
She glanced back briefly.
"Hoi! Think that through before you say things like acting reckless, this guy is on a whole nother level and im sure he knows all about every single one of us. Anything you throw at him, he'll probably know how to get around, or be ready for it, something likes this isn't planned without much preparation.", the Jonin level Hyuuga rebuddled to their idea.
"Unfortunately, he is right.", she chimed logically, looking back forward. "These individuals are not like the petals of a flower. They are like the roots of an ancient tree. Firm, steady, and strong. If we are to get the Hokage away from them, a very precise and coordinated plan of action is going to have to be formulated. And soon. I assume I'm the only medical-nin here, so if a fault occurs...I surely cannot heal everyone".
She froze as an unsettling and cryptic set of two simple words could be heard from in front of them. "It's Time."
Yuna focused her eyes like a hawk. She appeared so focused and determined, it was almost a little intimidating, maybe scary even. "We must fight this adverse fate", she addressed to everyone around her that could hear her, fiddling her bubble-pipe between her fingertips as though she were completely prepared to use it if necessary. "We need a plan".
"Now".
Yuna Hōjō
"We do what we have to in order to create our own destiny"
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Such disorder didn't sit right with her as the ensuing battle went forth. The two who she followed had already dashed into the action as others assaulted the robed figure with various jutsu. It was so chaotic and stuffy down on the ground, she almost felt like she couldn't breath. Yuna watchfully looked around her for any anything she could do. As she turned around, a ball of fire whizzed over her head as she instinctively ducked under it. This was so uncoordinated and sloppy. And that damn fireball almost hit her. This was becoming increasingly bothersome and she knew for certain she didn't want to be the victim of friendly fire.
Leaping into the air as she watched everyone attempt to stop the robed figure from hurting the Hokage, she landed on a nearby rooftop. And looked around for anyone else that had been injured.
And then that's when she saw it. First a man in a strange trench coat appeared. He seemed to aiding the robed woman against the physical assault of Tsukiko, the wild jonin Yuna had certainly been told about. This act was quickly followed by the manifestation of a magnificent Buddhist structure made of earth. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it was sturdy enough to shield against all the projectile jutsus that were attempting to pelt the robed assailant and her apparent trench coat wearing accomplice. Watchful and intuitive, Yuna immediately looked around, trying to identify the creator of the earth structure. Hmmm...I can't see very well from here. I need to get higher.
Hurriedly, she retrieved her bubble pipe from her pouch and immediately blew into it, creating a large bubble that encased her body. She scanned the surrounding landscape as it gently began to rise. Higher and higher it went. "There...", she mumbled as she spotted him. But other 11 corps members were appearing as well. Wait. Were these people really from the 11th corps? She recognized the uniform and the white armband. Why would the 11th corps be aiding the assailant? She looked down from her bubble in the sky to see that the Hokage had run off once more and the assailant once more giving chase to him. She descended back down to the ground as she witnessed Yamato and Daiki returning back from which they came, however, they were suddenly intercepted by another 11th corps member carrying a large fan. With a gust of wind, they were sent sliding back.
Yuna landed after this attack and released herself from her bubble with a soft *POP*. She kept her bubble-pipe at the ready in case she'd need to fight alongside them. But there was this weird familial tension amongst the three of them. And when the 11th corps guy and the red head both activated their dojutsus, that pretty much solidified her intuition. As they combated one another, Yuna stood back.
“With me. Leave that idiot Daiki to his own devices. He doesn't need us.”
Something about this made her hesitate. She couldn't help but feel that it would be wrong of them to leave him to fight by himself. But based off his uniform, he was a jonin, they both were, and she didn't want to disobey orders. "I see. Very well then.", she simply replied. Following behind him as they made their way back to the square.
The beautiful ginger increased her speed so she was running along side the rather aggressive jonin, sharing a quick glance at him coldly with her soul piercing emerald eyes as she eyed him up and down. She looked back forward unimpressed by his behavior and sighed. "You sure he will be alright? That was an 11th corps member back there. We shouldn't be fighting 11th corps members. Something very strange is going on here. You see it as well don't you?"
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