Yuuta

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

"Yes, I suppose you don't want to rush having them throw sharp objects at each other. Not unless you have a full squad of medics on hand anyway." She gave Mikio a small smile when she saw him mime a shuriken toss. She wasn't as enthusiastic as the senior teacher, but she still had a relaxed posture. Often times, experienced shinobi were too busy to give her the time of day; she relished in the opportunity to sit and chat with one of her seniors, even if it was just small talk. She quietly followed him to Musashi's and took a seat across from him so that they could talk. "No, I haven't been sick," she said with a small chuckle. "Just been trying to keep myself busy."

Her lips pursed slightly, though when Mikio mentioned missions. There were never any exotic missions, and Megumi wondered if Gobigakure even issued missions beyond the village limits. "I've been on a few missions. Nothing terribly exciting, though. Let's see, in the last one, Kazuto was out in the woods collecting mushrooms and herbs for his remedies. He seemed convinced that he needed an escort for protection, so they gave me a bodyguard job. Well, someone was looking for him, alright." She let out a heavy sigh. "His ex wife was convinced that one of her children was his, but Kazuto thought it belonged to one of the prostitutes." She rubbed her face and tried not to groan thinking about it. "That was a fun conversation."

She leaned back in her chair, looking up into the sky. "You know, I've heard stories about what ninjas from other villages do. I don't understand it. Why are we so far behind? We should be getting jobs from all over the world. Maybe they're boring or dangerous jobs that other villages don't want to do, but there have to be jobs like that out there. How can this village improve if we aren't even showing anybody we exist?" At that she bit her tongue and tried to collect herself. "Sorry. It's just frustrating. I feel like I'm capable of more than they're having me do. Maybe I'm wrong, but how can I know?"

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

Well, if anyone decides to take over, I'd still like to play.

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Ayana

Ayana gasped when she saw the violence unfold. At first she was too stunned to stop Esailia from charging at the strange tattooed stowaway, but once she saw the mithra hit the ground, she ran over to try to give her a hand. "No, no, we shouldn't be fighting each other!" she yelled, a quiver of fear in her voice for what would happen if the party immediately shattered and started killing one another. She bent down and put an arm around Esailia to try to help her sit up. "I think Rintor's right. At least let him explain why he was in the box before you go around stabbing people." She kept her hands on Esailia, prepared to hold her back if she needed to should the mithra decide to lose it again and go at the man.

As they spoke, the sun finally touched the horizon, and the orange sky started to fade into a deep red. Ayana curiously glanced at the grass. It was starting to look less green. Maybe it was just the dimming light...

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@Force and Fury It doesn't look like godmodding to me. Just remember that whenever you do an attack, it's not a guaranteed hit. Esailia gets to decide whether or not the palm thrust works.

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

Megumi stood out on the water as the morning sun illuminated her frame. Her uncle had already set sail with a bunch of her siblings and cousins to catch their next batch of fish. While most people in Gobigakure were alive either in the morning or the night, fishermen paid no heed to the sun. Light or dark made no difference to them; what they followed were the tides. Sometimes that brought them up with the sun, sometimes before. Megumi had fallen into this rhythm as well, waking with her family as they prepared for their trips, and helping them with a few things before they set sail. Being able to walk straight up a mast usually meant they sent her to tie a knot in some hard-to-reach place. If she was going to be a ninja instead of a fisherman, then they might as well use her ninja skills to get ready faster.

She followed them out, walking beside the boat as they sailed off, and waved goodbye to see them off. Then she began her training. Out in the ocean was an unconventional, but in her opinion, effective way to train. It required constant chakra control and balance. Unlike walking on a flat surface, the ocean rocked and rolled, constantly trying to toss her about as the waves rolled in. She'd seen young shinobi who just mastered the art of walking on water try to follow her and instantly get soaked. Waves required more chakra at the crest and less at the trough, so a constant, controlled fluctuation of chakra was necessary. There was no one to teach her any advanced techniques, so at the very least she could refine her fundamentals.

While standing on the churning water, she cycled through her weapon scrolls. She practiced the forms of each of her weapons, trying to get smooth, refined movements even on the uneven surface. Once she finished with each of the weapons, she practiced her ninjutsu. First the basics. clone, substitution, transformation. She had practiced these techniques so frequently that they were second nature, but unfortunately, techniques were hard to come by here. Then, she moved on to her "advanced" techniques. The whopping three water release techniques she knew. She made hand signs, imagined enemies running at her, and summoned columns of water to swat them away. Finally, after a few hours, she walked back to shore for a break before she resumed her daily training.

She probably smelled like salt, be she didn't care. There was no point washing up if she was just going to get sweaty again in her next round of training. She headed towards the marketplace to grab a bite to eat, and then she saw a familiar face. "Mikio, good morning!" She said, giving him a wave. Officially, they were the same rank, but Megumi knew that Mikio was far more talented and far more skilled than she was, so she held a deep respect for this man. Perhaps a bit too much respect. Mikio was the village's leading expert on shurikens, and Megumi seemed to make it her life's work to pester every leading expert she could find for advice. "Heading to the school again?"

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

@HalvtandI'm assuming Megumi has gotten at least some training from Mikio for my post, but if you don't like that, I'll change it.

Naruto : Gobigakure no Sato

@Halvtand So, I was thinking Megumi could have received some shuriken training from Mikio. It'd make sense since she'd probably know he's damn good at it.

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@checkeredsoul@Esailia Yeah, it'd probably make more sense for her to look to Esailia. Ayana's just a farm girl.

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@ReusableSwordProbably should respond to all the people you freaked out. Haha.

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I'm going to let @ReusableSword make his introduction, then I'll advance things a bit.