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I think I should write a pithy roleplay about how an expenditure of effort does not entitle you to your perception of an equivalent reward. Anyone know someone who'd be interested?
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Jikangai, Kinjiro


Ordinarily, the task of managing the Kyuuseishu Island during the festivities was extremely boring. Kinjiro was never really especially suited to do it, and both she and Kyoko knew this, but it was important for Kyoko to be seen to be neutral and effectively taking her out of the action helped a great deal in that regard. Many did not have the vision required to see Kinjiro for what she was, and though the ignorance of the masses was not something she had ever been able to care about on a personal level it somewhat irked her to be placed in a role year after year in which she had to talk to people and refrain from duly chastising them for their stupidity.

And so when the first attack came, it was a combination of both awe and terrible despair that filled the pit of Kinjiro's stomach. She could see in the distance the incorporeal form of the tailed beast struggling against its restraints. In an instant, Kinjiro vanished from her previous location and reappeared directly at the Shrine - she had insisted on some small security measures when she had helped design them - before activating one of her signature techniques.

"Fukutsu no Ishi!"

Immediately as the technique was activated, Kinjiro begun to weave her chakra around the beast in such a fashion as to restrain it. Incorporeal though it was, and breaking free from the shrine, Kinjiro was barely able to suppress the monstrosity for long enough that the remainder of the island might get to work in helping those injured. The beast's manifestation in its current form was impossible, Kinjiro thought, as she wove her chakra more thoroughly into the seal and the beast. The bindings were perfect, and try as she might she could not ascertain any possible reason that the event had occurred - it was by all rights impossible on a fundamental level. The blood seals were intact, and though she was no master of the spiritual she could not detect any anomalies within the spiritual aspect of the shrine... Though she was well aware of her limits in that regard. And just as quickly as she had begun to restrain it, it was yanked back into the prison.

She would need to ask Kyoko to call for Chiyoko - if she could not fix the problem, nobody in the Kyuuseishu could. If nobody in the Kyuuseishu could fix the problem, then all possible emergency measures needed to be activated - and quickly. Calling out to the fragment of herself bonded to Yuhi, Kinjiro relayed all of the information possible in as short a span as possible - she knew that her prodigal librarian would be able to make sense of things as quickly as possible and relay all relevant information to the Kage.

Jikangai, Yuuhi


As the first attack ripped through the walls of the room, Yuhi's first instinct was that of self-preservation. Flooding his body with chakra, he activated the Shikigami no Mai and prepared himself for the worst - it was not in his skillset to attempt to save another, and before he could really register what had happened another attack was on its way. Thanks to Kei's barrier and his own resilience in his paper form, he was left almost completely untouched by the blast, though many sheets of paper were strewn around the room thanks to the sheer force of the blast.

As the chaos begun to die down, Yuhi noticed from the corner of his eye that Riku, the Rankage's advisor, had notched an arrow at their new guest. His mind stuttered for a fraction of a second, unbelieving that someone would knowingly breach the rules of the Kyuuseishu (especially in a crisis, where the proper crisis protocols were to be followed). Commanding an extant sheet of paper in the vicinity of Norio, Yuhi imprinted it with the Kanji for "Stop" and his cube overlaid a seal to counteract the sealing component of the arrow, stopping it dead in its tracks before it had gotten close to Norio. Though Yuhi was also suspicious of his arrival and the almost immediate attack it was just that - a suspicion. If Kyoko had allowed him audience (she always found a way to know about these things) then he was almost certainly not the cause.

"Stow your weapon, Archer of the Mist, or you will be shackled and punished duly under article 6.6b of the Three Nation Accords. We do not attack any parties in a time of crisis unless there is a clear motive that does not equate to unjustified suspicion - please be mindful of the rules of the Kyuuseishu during your stay here." Yuhi called out, internally seething at the audacity Riku had to breach the clearly outlined protocols. It did not even occur to him that due to his blindness he had certainly not read the pamphlets containing the rules.

When he heard Kinjiro's voice in his mind, Yuhi immediately spoke up once more:

"Mistress Kyoko, Kinjiro calls for aid. She requests an immediate audience with Chiyoko of the Moon Tribe to investigate the nature of the breach."

Hyakune su Jikangai, Kyoko


As the events begun to unfold, Kyoko retreated into her mind. Using a genjutsu to slow her perception of time, she thought over every possibility given the information that she had acquired thus far: The only conclusion was that the seals on the nearby shrine had somehow failed - though from what she understood that was all-but impossible. Kinjiro and Chiyoko had constructed the shrines, two absolute prodigies in every sense of the word, and she knew from experience that the work was nothing but impeccable. What, then, could have caused the emergence of the bijuu?

She went over the possibilities in her mind. Everything had happened like clockwork, and the shrine had never failed before. The only new element was the arrival of Norio, and so she would have to question him once things had sufficiently calmed down. Kyoko was confident in the crisis protocols that the Kyuuseishu had drafted up, and though there would be damage and the Chuunin exams were almost certainly cancelled, she was confident that no major loss of life would occur. Injury, perhaps, but that was easy enough to remedy.

Returning to reality, Kyoko witnessed the aftermath of the first blast and avoided the second thanks to both Kikue's crystalline barrier and Kei's barrier. Then, Riku drew his weapon and attacked their new guest. As much as she agreed with the sentiment of suspicion, it was a flagrant breach of the rules that they had laid out, and as she moved to stop him Yuhi had already done so. She was thankful, in truth, as she doubted she would have been quick enough to stop him from firing the arrow and she had no capacity to stop it once it had been loosed. When Yuhi asked her to summon Chiyoko, she nodded gravely. They had worked out a system in which a scroll that had been linked via complex seals to another scroll would allow writing on one to be shared with the other in real time - it had been a complex endeavour that the Yuki clan and the Kyuuseishu had worked on extensively, and it had resulted in a long-distance method of communication that did not rely on the caprice of technology.

She impressed her chakra into the proper seals and sent the message to Chiyoko:

"A Bijuu has escaped from a shrine, briefly, and devastated the Chuunin exams. Sankage Ayameko is missing and Tsuchikage Yoseki is severely wounded. Come to Kyuuseishu Isle anon." along with a seal at the bottom to instantly relocate her if she wished.

Then, she turned her attention to the matters at hand:

"Norio, you are required for questioning. By the authority given to me by the Three Nations Accord as leader of the Kyuuseishu, I, Hyakune Kyoko, hereby place you under arrest until further notice." Kyoko spoke, though her tone was one of necessity, not one of judgement. She gave a meaningful glance to the newcomer to impress the urgency of taking action, though she did not wish to alarm or unfairly implicate him in the slightest. It was a temporary measure in the event of a crisis - and she imparted that through her look as much as she could.

Jikangai, Yuhi


The yearly meetings called by the Kyuseishu were predictably dull - this much Yuhi knew, as he had once had a hand in organising them. Indeed, his was the work that had paved the foundation for the exceptional bureaucratic system which now governed the various multinational events that the organization put together, and though he found the events to largely be a waste of time that could be better spent reading a book or writing a book or categorising various books, he attended regardless. In his time with Yoseki and Kanashi, he had somewhat softened to the idea of more interpersonal interactions - and to his chagrin that had resulted in Yoseki asking him to take the lead for Iwagakure in the upcoming meeting. It was almost certain that the meeting was going to be the same thing repeated a hundred different ways as it was every year, and having a stand-in would free Yoseki up to actually interact more with her people.

It wasn't the worst fate that Yuhi could think of.

And yet, as he took his place at the Kage meeting, he still could not help but feel terribly out of place.

The meeting largely went on as he imagined it would to begin with - pleasantries and such being exchanged freely - and then Ayameko began a proposal which was rather unexpected. She wished for greater international cooperation and the institution of teams from each of the countries, and the creation of a secondary project to facilitate the first? That sounded like it would be a lot of work - bureaucratically speaking, of course - and Yuhi was personally excited at the prospect if only for the longing to perform some work that he deemed worthy of his time. Once he had cracked the metaphorical code for Iwagakure's systems it had ceased to be entertaining, and he was stuck with all of the workload and none of the fun. It would almost certainly happen exactly the same way this time around, but it was at least something to do.

So, when the time came for Iwagakure to say its piece after a rather rousing speech by Kyoko, Yuhi simply nodded in assent and said:

"We will be happy to do our part in seeing this vision become reality."

It was simple, but in speaking for an entire nation Yuhi was wary that anything beyond assent or dissent could be tied directly to him - and culpability was not a good look on him.
Hyakune su Jikangai, Kyoko


As Sankage Ayameko noted her proposal, Kyoko nodded in agreement. It was a move half born of instinct, and half born of the desire to influence the other Kage positively in its favour - she was well aware that the place that her organisation had carved out for itself in the world was becoming less and less necessary with peace having reigned fairly securely for the past thirty years, but as an Immortal Scion herself she could not help but believe that the Kyūseishu's work must be allowed to continue for as long as the three nations existed. It helped enormously to reduce friction between the nations, as well as safeguard against an eventuality that Kyoko knew could well happen at any time: The Bijuu.

Kikue then spoke up, the slightest hint of trepidation obvious in her voice to the Architect of Thought - she knew full well that the denizens of Kirigakure were distrustful by nature of anything that was not the natural cycle of predation. The land had always been a battleground - a self-contained war - and the only victors were the strong. It made sense that Kikue would seek primarily to ensure her strength, and by proxy the strength of her nation, was preserved. Simultaneously - there was a strength that could only be achieved with unity, a state of perfect balance, that was all but impossible in the finely-tuned ways of the now Land of Storms. Without a guarantee - one independent of heartfelt wishes and based solely upon method and result - Kikue would never commit to Ayameko's vision as she had little to gain comparatively to the losses she invited should failure occur.

"I believe that I can answer that question, Kikue. Historically, any efforts that have required a multinational approach have been spearheaded and maintained by the Kyūseishu. We have failed in this regard only once, with the Kazekage's betrayal, and though that was a tragedy that does not bear repeating it is only in adversity that we are able to come together and emerge stronger. We will begin a procedure to select from a pool of experienced Ninja proffered by the three nations, and I will personally oversee their training as neutral agents insofar as their training duties are concerned - it is my belief, one that I hope is shared amongst all in this room, that we must needs work together to achieve a lasting peace that we can not only enjoy, but bequeath unto the next generation. If we do not work with a vision of peace, prosperity, and unity we will be stuck forever as the feudal societies we have been stuck as since time immemorial.

Nobody should lose their family, their life, or their home to war - and yet we have all suffered these losses. We must view the world as we wish it to be, not as it is, and commit to a future together. If not, we will perish alone."
Kyoko spoke, offering her own thoughts on the matter to the table. Hopefully she would inspire Kikue and Yoseki, as she knew full well that Ayameko already shared her vision for the future.

Jikangai, Yūhi




Nabriales, Vi, and Sophia

Day 3 - Ominar - 07:30


All things considered, the shop looked harmless enough. Gaudy name aside, Vi couldn't find much to complain about it, but it was the individual that was waiting for her inside that gave her the slightest hesitation to her step. She had met Nabriales a few days ago, yet she was still unable to put her finger on what exactly it was about him that was making her feel so uneasy. Maybe it was his odd horns that let off the occasional crackle of Vis. Perhaps it was the completely laid back way he accepted her offer to be his employee as payment for finding a way to restore the power that she had lost. But perhaps the simplest answer, and coincidentally the one that made her want to grimace the most, was the simple fact that she had to be working under someone for the first time in over a century.

The redhead realized she was stalling, so with a small sigh she placed a steady hand on the door and entered the ridiculously named Victorious Secret. Small rays of light accompanied her entrance, dancing off the multitude of glass containers that lined the walls of the shop. Without really thinking about it, Vi's eyes made a quick pass over the room, sizing up its contents for any possible threats. Thankfully, all she found were bottles filled with an uncountable array of colors shimmering in the daylight and two humans, one of which was her new employer. Vi did not recognize the girl that was next to the enigmatic man, but for now she was of little consequence to the former Exeo.

"Nabriales," she called, striding up to the pair like she owned the place. "You still haven't told me what exactly I'll be doing here."

"Have I ever forgotten your breakfast, Nabri?" The woman chuckled softly, reaching toward the bag on the counter. She pulled it to her and unfolded the top. After rifling through it for a moment, she pulled out something wrapped in wax paper. With a triumphant smile, she handed over the wrapped pile of carbs. Were Nabri to unwrap it, he would find that--as usual--Sophia had gotten him a Salmon and Cream Cheese bagel. If he removed the bagel from the wrapping completely, he would even find a neatly scrawled note which read This bagel paid for an orphan's education. :) <3

Once her brother's breakfast was handed over, the familiar jingle of the bell rang throughout the store, causing Sophia to turn and look at the door. "Welc-" The Descendant's greeting was cut short as a woman with firey red hair--seemingly--unintentionally interrupted her to address her brother.

She wasn't aware he had taken on any part-timers. Interesting.

Nabriales couldn't help but beam as the surprisingly chunky package was passed his way, taking it with a free hand and placing it on the desk while he proceeded to gulp down what should have been a boiling cup of coffee. Alchemy had its perks.

"I suppoooose you haven't, but one day I'll catch you on my doorstep without a bagel and a coffee..." he replied, visibly perked up by the coffee he'd just drunk and the idea of the breakfast waiting for him. As he reached his hand out to pick the hefty bagel up, he was interrupted by the familiar tinkle of the doorbell, and his eyes looked up just slightly to catch a glimpse at the individual responsible for interrupting his breakfast. The second he saw the brilliant flash of red catch on the morning rays he knew exactly who it was - and with a quick glance at his phone confirmed that she was on time quite literally to the second - and picked up his bagel regardless. Scary Prae lady or no, there were practically no forces in the universe that could get between him and breakfast.

He unwrapped the thing with one hand, picked it up, and promptly shoved half of it into his awaiting gullet. Having no free hands and his mouth full he couldn't exactly greet Vi, but as she practically stormed down the aisle a quizzical raise of his eyebrow would be greeting and reply enough. A couple of chews later, followed by a singularly satisfying swallow, he deigned to respond:

"You'll have to wait for orientation for that, hon. Breakfast comes before busywork, you know?" he half-beamed and half-exhaled as he picked up the remainder of the bagel and began the process of devouring it in a fashion almost identical to that which had caused the first half to disappear.

After yet another gulp, and a quick belch, he turned his head to Sophia and asked simply:


"Back to bed?"

"Yes, please! It is far too early. But, I know you don't like getting breakfast on your own, so I am happy to oblige."

"Aren't you just a l'il peach?" he laughed before waving his hand somewhat nonchalantly, poofing Sophia back to her bedroom. It was, after all, a manoeuvre he had practiced often enough to get right without looking, thinking, or speaking.

As Vi walked past the veritable explosion of colors that made up the shop's walls, the redhead could have sworn that her nose was starting to pick up the nostalgic smell of her favorite boot polish. She had no idea what in the Queen's name Nabriales could possibly be brewing to emit such a specific odour, but she was certain that she likely did not want to find out. In fact, she was certain the same sentiment would end up being applied to many of the oddities that littered the all too vibrant store. So until it proved to beome a much more life threatening concern, she decided it was best to act as if it simply didn't exist.

Throughout all of the dark haired man's antics, Vi looked awfully unimpressed. His manners - or lack thereof - hardly fazed her, as did his flippant disregard for her question. After all, even though their previous meeting had been short, he was already living up to the initial impression she had gotten from him.

But when the short one that had apparently stopped by just to supply him breakfast vanished, Vi found herself cocking her head slightly to the side, her eyes lighting up ever so slightly in surprise. Teleportion magic was not something that just any mage could do, especially not as effortlessly as Nabriales had just made it look. The fact that he must have went out of his way to add the small "poofing" noise only added a small note of irritation to her small burst of bewilderment.

So, there was more to this one after all.

"You'll find that I much prefer busywork to senseless idleness," she replied coolly, looking her employer straight in the eyes. "How soon can we begin this orientation of yours?"

"Now, given that I've finished my breakfast!" Nabriales smiled, cocking his head to the side and waving his hand in Vi's general direction. With another audible poof she'd find herself directly outside the shop, just in front of the door.

"The first lesson is remembering that I'm the owner, hon!" he called out, waving a little as he did so. Normally he'd have let interrupting his breakfast lie, but he too had found that Vi had fared exactly as his initial impression had suggested - she was going to be incredibly easy to mess with.


To even a casual observer, it would appear as if the air around Vi had sharply surged upwards in temperature as her eyes crackled with annoyance. Everything, from the playful tone in his voice to that damned poofing sound found a way to grind against her nerves. But Vi was hardly one to let her emotions rule her, so after a brief exhale with her eyes shut tight, she let the frustration drain out of her before she approached the door once more.

The jingling bounced off the shop's walls again as Vi strode back in, her expression once more composed and intent to get through this, no matter what Nabriales had in store for her.

"And what, pray tell, is the second lesson?" she asked the horned man, unable to completely remove every last trace of annoyance from her voice.

"You'll need to know your way around the lingerie section. I used to man it myself, but people kept saying that I didn't have a feminine enough presence!" he chuckled, stepping out from behind the counter and sauntering directly over to his new employee. Surprisingly, he was just barely taller than her (though the difference was somewhat more noticeable by virtue of his horns, now a corona of shimmering iridescent light), and he looked her straight in the eyes and straightened out his smile as much as he was physically capable - which to say was not a great deal.

"What I need from you, mostly, is a test subject. Many of my potions work regardless of the biology belonging to whom they're administered, but there are some effects that require different mechanisms of action, pharmacologically speaking, and I need someone who can accurately and succinctly report mental, physical, and emotional effects back to me. I'll also require the aforementioned labour - for appearance's sake if nothing else, darling - and someone to watch over things when I have business elsewhere. Your payment will either be in cash or in any of the various services I can provide, and you'll need to sign a coooouple of documents saying I can teleport into your home whenever I want. I despise Ubers and personally teleport all employees to and from work, you see." Nabriales smiled, his voice losing only the slightest hint of its inherent lilt as he moved on to more serious topic. He figured it best to at least allow Vi to begin this relationship on a level she was comfortable with, because comfort was a luxury that she wasn't going to be able to get used to in the near future.


Vi didn't even bat an eye at Nabriales decision to leave her in charge of the store's lingerie. After all, it hardly seemed like a difficult task for the centuries old Prae, but at the same time she wasn't entirely sure she was well versed enough to actually give useful recommendations. It would certainly be prudent for her to ask the strange man for some pointers on the topic later.

Nabriales small attempt, no matter how unseccessful, at looking somewhat serious was not lost on Vi. Silently, she steeled herself for whatever deranged catch the man must have been hiding regarding their arrangement, as she was certain that the deal was likely too good to be true. Restoring one's Vis was no small task, so it was only logical that something of such a scale would require an equally great cost from her.

But when he finished his little speech, Vi could only scoff lightly. "Is that all?" she asked without breaking eye contact with the man. The list of things that she wouldn't do in order to bring the Spire crumbling down on Aismael's head was quite short, so it went without saying that Nabriales conditions sounded all too tame in comparison. The corona of light emanating from the man's horns seemed to dance with the fiery resolve in Vi's eyes.

"I accept your terms. I don't care about money, just do what you can to make me whole again." The redhead took a quick step, placing her face mere inches away from Nabriales', before she continued, far more coldly, "And it's not hon - certainly not darling either - it's Vist-" But the name caught in her throat. No,that name didn't belong to her anymore. The woman took a small step back as she collected herself for the shortest of moments. "It's Vi. Just... Vi."

Though a smile was nearly always plastered on Nabriales' face, the corners of his lips twisted up in an oddly malefic fashion. It was a smile that gave off the impression of being not very nice at all, a sharp juxtaposition to the mirthful look that almost always accompanied the horned alchemist.

"You clearly don't understand the nature of my work... Vi." Nabriales spoke, before turning around to walk over to the cauldron that he'd been brewing ingredients within - the pungent aroma was far intensified, now, and he moved his hand down to the liquid as if to submerge it within the viscous red liquid, but summoned a glass vial to his hand and dipped its rim gingerly below the surface. As the liquid trickled over the threshold and into the bottle, he used his other hand to beckon Vi over to him while it filled. After he made the motion, his free hand summoned another vial - though this one was clearly far different in nature. The vis it gave off would be palpable, and the weight of it hit him briefly and he stumbled over its intensity. His vis crystal vials were reserved for the most powerful and rare of his potions, and this one in particular was one that Vi would be extremely interested in.

As the liquid reached the two-thirds full mark in the cauldron, he pulled the vial up and placed it on the counter, then thrust the crystal vial towards his new employee.

"I believe in fostering good business, so consider this your down payment. I can't restore you to what you were exactly - I'm not a God-Queen. But I can infuse you with enough Vis to kill lesser beings and we can go from there!"


Vi watched the alchemist's measured movements closely, trying to glean as much information about the process as she could. After all, if she was going to be here for any length of time, it would be prudent to understand how it all worked even if she wasn't personally responsible for any of it. But it was difficult to keep her foucs on his work as the scent that permeated the room became much more potent, almost as if it was trying to whisk her away to some nostalgic place.

The sight of the odd crystal vial that Nabriales produced did a fine job of pulling her back to reality. She didn't so much as sense the vis that was leaking out of thing as she did feel it, forcing her to fight the urge to back away from the stuff. And given it seemed potent enough to make Nabriales slightly stagger, she was certain that it wasn't some mere prank of his. This was the real deal. It may not make her as strong as an Exeo, but it would definitely be a start.

Vi eyed the vial her employer offered her carefully, her eyes an odd mixture of wariness and excitement. But still, she listened to Nabriales carefully, raising an eyebrow at his God-Queen comment. She had never specifically said that she had once been an Exeo, but it was hardly a far leap to make if one were to examine the woman and her situation with any amount of scrutiny. Not that it really mattered at this point, so with a steady hand she accepted the vial from him.

Judging from how Nabriales reacted from the stuff being close to him, Vi figured there was only one way to handle the monstrous concoction in her hand. And that was by tilting her head back and chugging the stuff down in as few gulps as possible.

The first bite of the liquid hitting her tongue wasn't that bad, merely making every surface it touched tingle slightly. But the before she finished the bottle, that small tingle grew into a sharp burning, causing even the stern Prae to wince from the feeling as it slammed into the back of her throat. Vi tried to open her eyes, but every color in the room seemed to be magnified to unbearable levels, quickly overloading her senses. There was a sharp ringing noise in her ears that made coherent thought a mere fantasy. The vis coursing through her system was overwhelming, yet intoxicating at the same time.

Moments passed, which to her heightened senses felt like minutes, but as she came to she realized that she had fallen to her hands and knees. But as her vision returned, Vi could feel power the likes of which she hadn't felt in far too long.

"Well then," she coughed as she struggled to her feet, ready to wave off any offer of help the alchemist may have offered her, "I can definitely work with this." A shaky hand looked for the closest surface to rest on as an equally shaky grin graced her lips. It was one hell of a rocky start, but one that the redhead was more than happy to take.

As the effect of the potion took hold, Nabriales was indeed half-tempted to at least attempt to pre-emptively offer Vi his support, but very quickly rethought that course of action and figured it would be best to let the potion take its course. If one not used to the level of power it provided had taken it, he would probably be teleporting their corpse into the nearest ditch and/or sewer entrance - he was glad that his assessment of her previous nature was correct. Still, even for her, it was likely to be a bit much for her for the next couple of hours. Unfortunately, Vi had already agreed to Nabriales' terms and he really didn't feel like waiting for her to recover before feeding her as many potions as physically possible.

"Give yourself a minute, hon. Then you can go ahead and drink the other vial! Not quite as potent as the first, but it'll certainly get you where you need to go..." Nabriales chuckled, turning around to begin bottling the rest of the potions as he did so. It would only take a brief second for him to summon the rest of the vials necessary, before his eyes lit up with the rainbow glow he was ever so fond of and he turned to Vi again.

"Actually, scratch that - I presume you were skilled with that telekinesis thing that the Prae tend to do, right? Why not try it again - bottle these potions for me as quickly as you can!" he half-questioned and half-demanded, the giddiness obvious in his voice and in his look as he did so. This was, after all, still another experiment to him - and one he dearly hoped worked.


Skilled at telekinesis? Oh, if only Nabriales could have seen what Vi was once able to do. The small grin dimmed a bit, but now was not the time to get caught up in the past. No, right now Vi wanted to see what she could pull off at this very moment.

The Prae's hand glided gracefully across the vials Nabriales had offered her, the tips of her fingers barely brushing against them. Yet as soon as the contact ended, each one took to the air and quickly flew towards the cauldron. A rapid series of popping sounds echoed throughout the shop as each one quickly uncorked itself mid flight, with each one circling around its designated vial for added showmanship. Throughout the entire process Vi's eyes did not once glance at her target, showing just how confident she was in her ability. The bottles swooped down towards the questionable concoction, looking every bit like a bird that was diving towards water for prey. Each one emerged two--thrids filled, just like the one the alchemist had demonstrated for her, and returned to the counter at breakneck speeds. Thankfully they seemed to have been made out of sterner stuff, as the rough landing they were subjected to did not even leave them cracked.

Once more, Vi raised an eyebrow at her employer, only this time the expression seemed to be asking whether or not he was satisfied with the little performance.

It felt good to feel strong again, Vi realized. It had been so long since she had been able to flex her magic like this that she had almost forgotten how satisfying it could be. Her entire body felt light, like she had taken off a weight that she had never even realized she had been carrying. She could feel the vis coursing through her, seemingly imparting every cell in her body with power. She felt... her heart thundering dangerously fast in her chest. The slight buzzing that had been stuck in her ears since she had taken the potion had grown to an unbearable blare. More and more obnoxious spots kept cropping up in her vision and she noticed just how light headed she had become.

And then, Vi was on the floor.

As Vi crumpled to the floor, Nabriales only nodded solemnly. It had not been a question of if but a question of when - and frankly, she had lasted longer than most people would have. Some might even have been killed by the potent energy, especially a Prae - the crystal in their forehead was largely a good measure of how much vis they had taken in, and the alchemist checked it carefully to ensure there were no problems with Vi's health. It wouldn't do to have someone getting seriously injured on their first day at work - the paperwork alone would be horrendous. He'd have to employ another person to do it for him, and then they could be injured... His mind travelled down the path for a few seconds before he snapped himself back to reality and picked the woman up off of the floor with an almighty surge of effort and exhalation of breath.

She hadn't told him where she lived, and he didn't want to chance teleporting her to an unfamiliar location, so off they poofed to his penthouse suite. He laid her down in one of the four spare guest bedrooms, ensured there were adequate provisions in place, and quickly wrote a note on the bedside table:

"Try to rest, hon. I'll be back when I'm done at the store, and we can talk about things then."
Hyakune, Kyoko and Jikangai, Kinjiro

The Chūnin Exams - First Day


The Chūnin exams had their roots in a history of war and strife, Kyoko noted, but with the peace that had tentatively settled over the land it had been a long time since she had seen them as the instruments of war that they previously were. She knew full well the horrors of war, and what the promotion to the next rank had historically entailed; it was a particularly cathartic experience for her to have helped change the exams into the mere formality that they were now. It was still vitally important to maintain the tradition, as the support offered to the Kyūseishu was given only upon the reputation for proven and continued excellence that she had worked to foster. Though part of her wished to simply do away with the unnecessary effort of organising the entire spectacle, it was a remarkably useful opportunity to get the world powers together to discuss matters of importance and ensure that the Bijuu were securely sealed and adequate safeguards maintained. That particular aspect had fallen to the wayside in recent years, but Kyoko remembered the full extent of the recent rampage and had never quite been able to let it completely slip into the sense of complacency that the world fostered.

As she stood in her office, looking down at the arena that had been constructed and the surrounding festivities, Kyoko could not help but sigh in relief. There were no pressing diplomatic issues that she'd been informed of thus far, no threat from the shrines, and the exams themselves had progressed entirely smoothly up to this point. It was set to be an uneventful year; which was, she supposed, eventful in and of itself. After a few more seconds of surveying the area, she turned around to leave her office and motioned off to the side. One of her attendants dutifully walked over and bowed, awaiting their commands.

"Please ask the event staff to bring the festivities into full swing, Midare." Kyoko asked, nodding down at the young man and patting him on the shoulder gently. He immediately nodded, face flush with a heady red glow, and scurried away to carry out the simple order.

Kyoko herself walked out of the office, and took a practiced route down towards the main staging grounds - she may only use this office once every year, but its walls were just as familiar to her as her office in what used to be Kumogakure, or her home in Kyokujitsu no Tochi, or the underground complex in which she had spent many, many years of her preternaturally long life - she knew the routes like the back of her hand, and the level of loyalty her subordinates showed her ensured that nobody would ever get in her way. It left her plenty of time to think about things to come on the walk.

After a short while she arrived precisely where she meant to, and was promptly joined by another woman. With a slight turn of her head and a nod, she spoke a single word:

"Kinjiro."

"Kyoko." came the reply, the woman's lips turning into a slight smirk before she faced straight ahead.

Picking up a microphone, Kyoko raised it to her lips as the woman beside her flooded it with the Raiton chakra necessary to make the announcement:

"May the Rankage, Sankage, and Tsuchikage please report to the main Kyūseishu building at their earliest convenience. Everyone else is free to enjoy the festivities until the main event takes place in one week's time exactly. Lodgings have been prepared, as usual, and all are welcome to a room free of charge. Please direct any concerns or questions to Jikangai, Kinjiro - who will be serving in a managerial position for the next seven days... And good luck to all of the genin that have come to participate!"

With that finished, Kyoko vacated the stand and made her way to the separate compound specifically for the Kage meetings. The next three days would be going over the old treaties and making amendments as appropriate, and the remaining four days would largely involve a combination of economics and talk on current affairs. In truth, the world was largely in a good enough place that seven days were not really necessary - but having the extra time to interact with the other inhabitants of the world was part of the key to peace, and it was the Kyūseishu's job to maintain peace.


Mostly seems fine - the only thing I really have to say is that Konoha hasn't existed for a while. The remaining constituencies of the Land of Fire banded together to become Kyokujitsu no Tochi (Land of the Rising Sun) with Kyokujitsugakure as its capital. It's quite different from Konoha due to the history of this world in particular, which disregards quite a lot of the established canon.

The intro is a little sparse on details, but there's a fairly comprehensive post below it by Innue about what Kyokujitsu no Tochi is, I'd recommend giving that a read. :)

Alternatively, feel free to join the Discord and ask any questions there! Other than that, once you've read up on Kyokujitsu no Tochi and decided if you want to remain there or join the Land of Earth's empire or Kirigakure you're accepted and can move the character over to the characters tab once the appropriate village is selected.
Is this still accepting characters? If so, I have one stored, I'd attempt to post.


We are indeed! Post them up here and I'll get them reviewed :)
Tsuchikage is fine, yo.

Move them to characters and shit yo.
Behold the Rankage(formerly known as the Mizukage). As a note, I can't think of any really good titles for her right now, so if anyone has some actually good suggestions (especially if they translate into japanese well) feel free to share them. Beyond that, I'd like to note that her history gives a pretty good idea of what sort of person she is and that--eventually--I will get around to writing her personality. It's just that I can't figure out how I want to write it right now, and everything else is done. So yeah. Here ya go!

Anzen-sei, Kikuë





Actual Rankage.

Move 'em over to dat character tab yo
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