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jay is my name and playing tall pretty women is my game ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

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figured the class needed a bit of flower power

S U Z U K I

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷| ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟷
LOCATION — KUSAGAKURE

Ryouzan was next to arrive, much to Suzuki's relief. His presence was a breath of much needed fresh air these past few months, considering the eccentric company she had been lumped into a team with. In the first weeks of the team's formation, Suzuki was startled at how fast Ryouzan had dropped most of the team's honourifics. Such a bold move for a boy so soft spoken, she had thought. But seeing as he was the only one she genuinely got along with, Suzuki didn't really mind. She could see the effort he was making to be friendly, so it was only polite that she returned his amity.

"Ryouzan," she replied with a nod. Even her lips curled up at Tsumemaru's shrill greeting, though it was barely noticeable from afar.

Then Ryuunosuke came. Just the sight of his bright pink hair almost sent her eyes rolling around her head like marbles. Thankfully, Kameyo-sensei interjected before Suzuki could say anything. Instead, Suzuki was momentarily stunned by the woman's words.

A goal, a dream, a drive. Suzuki was familiar with these words. Since the day Kusagakure Shrine lit up with the embers of her sister's remains, Suzuki had made her vows. She knew her purpose, and she would do anything in her power to prevent the same fate her sister had met on anyone that took shelter behind the village gates. Suzuki's curled fingertips grew warm, as if the very same embers burned from within her.

"It is the greatest honour to fight for my village and protect my people; the fates of our fallen inspires more than enough courage within me to do so. My goal is to simply have the strength to do what is right to the best of my ability, and as long as we have enemies, I won't stop."
C L A R A

IFRISE FOREST — SOVEREIGNTY OF DRYADALIS


"It stinks here."

Clara didn't turn to look at Etoile. She kept trudging forward, pulling her shawl down further to shadow her face. As if the air itself didn't feel hostile enough already, things were turning sour between Etoile and Pythia. Clara couldn't stand to hear another round of their incessant bickering, it was wearing her patience thin.

"It's just a stomach ache, nothing I can't handle," she groaned back at Etoile, heaving out a weary sigh. "Gods, it feels like we've been walking for hours."

She wiped her sweat away and finally looked over her shoulder at the woman, inspecting her through hooded eyes. Pythia's last comment hadn't fallen on deaf ears.

Clara had her suspicions from the start, even though the previous skirmish had fully distracted her from them. Looking back, it had all been spelt out very clearly during her first meeting with Etoile; the fancy looking sword, the ornate metal arm, the fact she could even use magic wtih such confidence and finesse. And that was all before Clara had even noticed what the woman was wearing under that large cape of hers.

Clara couldn't trust Etoile. But she also acknowledged the tension hanging around the group would do them no good in the upcoming battle, she was sure the crazy dark magi would take advantage of them if it lingered. The pressure had to be eased, somehow. She slowed her pace to move beside Etoile, staring straight ahead.

"We will get through this, Etoile." Clara murmured through short breaths, quiet enough so only Etoile could hear.

Surely, a bit of reassurance was what the woman needed after her outburst, even if it was all just Clara's wishful thinking.
C L A R A

IFRISE FOREST — SOVEREIGNTY OF DRYADALIS


The malicious energies attacked Clara's senses from every possible direction, invading her body with the strangest, most dreadful sensation. The further the group ventured the heavier she felt, as if she was dragging her legs through a deep river of mud. Even the air itself started to feel like mud, becoming denser and thicker inside her lungs with every strenuous step she took. At this point, she was convinced she could even smell something putrid in the air. It felt disgusting.

Clara untied the shawl around her shoulders and wrapped it over her head, hoping it would shade the sweat that was pouring from her face. It was taking all of the little strength she had left just to keep a serious expression in front of the group, and that just made the sweating worse. Desperate to distract her mind Clara let her eyes wander, and by chance she was met with a smile from Pagonia. But as he spoke, Clara found herself caught completely off guard.

It was the most basic of basic compliments, even a child could have come up with it. Yet Clara had never heard it from a stranger before, nor did she really believe it. In the past eight years she had become distrustful towards her magic, fearful, even, of its existence and her own incompetence. It was better hidden away from the world, as she had learned the hard way. Praesdium Terrae – Protection of the Earth. That was the name of her magic, yet it failed to protect her loved ones on the night they needed it the most. Now here this man was years later, thanking her for her efforts, praising her magic. Clara could only let out an uncertain chuckle.

"I think I should be the one thanking you for, you know, saving me from getting impaled," Clara mumbled, forcing a small smile through her fatigue. "I would've hated to go like that."

Now it felt like the world was sinking, and Clara along with it. She started zoning in and out of the current conversation, just barely grasping the important details through her waning concentration. Although she had managed to keep a straight face for the duration of the journey, the haziness in her eyes was becoming apparent. Being hyped up on monster battle adrenaline was something she never knew she'd ever want, but it was probably what she needed to distract herself from the nausea simmering in her gut. Clara kept quiet through clenched teeth, praying it would subside with rest.
S U Z U K I

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷| ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟷
HOME OF THE SHISHIDO MATRIARCHS — KUSAGAKURE

The light of Suzuki's paper lamp flickered in the darkness of the early morning, its flame silent and calm. She was quick to dress and refresh herself from morning fatigue, and even quicker to start scanning her eyes over the neat layout of scrolls on her study desk. Even with the chuunin exams looming over her head, exemption from her daily hour-long readings was not acceptable. Another hour of meditation followed that, as was the norm.

The cawing of the birds was Suzuki's signal to finish, and a soft yawn escaped her. Last night's celebrations with the Council and the Shishido matriarchs had kept her up a while longer than she normally allowed herself. Having to leave earlier than usual today meant she wouldn't be seeing her family at this time, but that was more of a relief than Suzuki would ever admit. Not only had they given her more than enough of their wisdom yesterday, it just wasn't the sort of atmosphere she wanted on a day like this.

Before leaving she slid into a different room and sat by the family altar, lighting a stick of incense. Suzuki glanced at the names carved into the numerous wooden memorial tablets, standing tall and proud above her. Her eyes met the one with Shishido Kotoko etched onto it, its wood yet to have been discoloured by the passage of time. Suzuki's gaze lingered on the tablet, her head lowering and her expression softening. For just a minute, she let herself forget the existence of her surroundings, focusing only on Kotoko's name.

The sky was starting to brighten as Suzuki walked away from the house and towards Kusagakure Shrine, which was just metres beyond the trees and shrubbery that separated the two areas. Suzuki stood in front of the shrine's oratory, ringing one of the waniguchi bells and humming more quiet prayers under her breath. She called upon Himoto-no-kami to keep her safe and well on this important day, and her teammates too for that matter. Though there were some she openly admitted she disliked, Suzuki knew her success at the chuunin exams was reliant on not only herself, but her teammates as well. But seeing how they had been getting along these past few months, it was probably best she prayed for a while longer.

The orange sunrise spilled over the horizon, shining bright and strong over the shrine. Suzuki walked towards the stone steps and gazed up, face hardened with determination. Failure was not an option. Not now, not ever.

"Suzuki."

She stopped for a few seconds, and then turned. The stare Suzuki's mother, Sen, gave was sharp and intense, pricking her daughter to attention. Suzuki straightened herself, then bowed.

"Good morning, mother."

Another silence. Sen slowly approached her daughter, and Suzuki kept her head lowered. She didn't lift herself until Sen was directly in front of her, and even then Suzuki kept her eyes low.

"I pray that you don't disappoint me today, child."

Sen went to pat Suzuki's shoulder, but her fingers curled back for a moment, hesitant. She took in a slow, quiet breath, then gently placed her hand on her daughter. Suzuki finally met her mother's eyes, weary with stress but shining a deep blue in the sunrise. Sen exhaled, the look in her eyes softening.

"Take care."
TRAINING GROUND #11 — KUSAGAKURE

The walk to the training grounds gave Suzuki the boost of energy and enthusiasm she needed, and upon seeing her instructor she greeted her as she usually did; with a polite bow and a deadpan expression.

"Good morning, Kameyo-sensei! I hope the day finds you in good spirits."

She then turned to the teammates who had arrived before her, and gave them an uncertain look. Both isolated in their own corners, unsurprisingly. "Likewise for the both of you, Mirai-san, Shunbin-san."

The apathy was apparent in her tone.

RP: ᴊᴜʙᴏᴋᴋᴏ


went crazy with the clan sheet but it's probably the most fun I've had creating a non canon clan in a while
This looks interesting! I may have an idea for a genjutsu/fūinjutsu specialist if there's still time to apply
C L A R A

IFRISE FOREST — SOVEREIGNTY OF DRYADALIS


Perhaps it was Clara's lack of exposure to fellow magi in her time, but she had never seen a magi do things like Pythia before.

Clara had always been quite sensitive to the ether in the earth, even more so when she actually concentrated. But total concentration only got her so far, especially with such little formal tutoring. She may have had the basics of three spells ingrained into her memory, but when it came to real fighting experience, Clara was nothing in comparison to the rest of the group.

Placing her palms against the soil, Clara fully opened her senses to the forest's ether. Immediately she felt the world start to spin, and with a sharp wince she raised her hand away from the earth. It was far too much to handle, and just imagining how it would feel to be in the dark magi's presence when they were found made her stomach flip.

Before the group set off, Clara took one final look around. Despite all the injuries that had been sustained, the earlier battle made it clear to Clara that she was with people who wouldn't go down so easily. It gave her a sliver of hope that their next pleasant stroll through the forest would be a lot easier to manage. And thank the gods they actually knew which way to go this time.

"I suppose it's your turn to lead, little one," Clara spoke, adjusting her shawl and bag. She looked towards the brothers and then back at Pythia with laughing eyes. "But if we ever do run out of daylight, we can just have sunny boy lead the charge again instead."
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