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Post by Moongem on Jan 23, 2011 2:13:23 GMT -5
He stepped into the familiar white sands and peered at the white landscape. Everything was so... white. Almost irritating. The only thing that wasn't white was the sky, so that was what he focused on. It was a soft blue, slightly lightly then his hair. His autumn orange eyes traveled along the sky. This place had been his home once, but now it was only a simply a location. A white location. An annoyingly, white location.
All the white forced him to think to his past. The past before he had suffered amnesia. As always it was blank. An empty canvas in his mind, that no pallet of paint could ever color. He opened his eyes wider as the wind picked up, wrapping around his body. His hair swayed back as the wind pushed against him. Perhaps these were the winds of change he had heard so much about, perhaps it was time that he found a place for him. An alliance. A team. A group. These things he had only had once, and then he had ran from it. He didn't particularly desire it now, but wanted a change, something new.
He moved quicker as he entered a plain of grass. Of course, he had forgotten. Even the grass was white. He closed his eyes and moved his head down. "Irritating. I'm sick of this white. I'm sick of this country. I'm sick of this word 'shinobi' and the meaning it holds and the wars that result from those who embrass it."
He hated this world, this world of shinobi. Dreams were so much simpler. Everyone should just... be in a dream. He opened his eyes and ended his rant. He stepped forward again, he wanted out of this damnable country, this damnably white country. He lifted his hands and they scattered like papers in the breeze. In fact, papers did result from his body as he was blown with the wind. His body blew away and the papers soared to a nearby tree, where he reformed. He now laid on the white grass. He wanted to leave but now wasn't the time, fate held him here a bit longer.
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Post by seltor on Jan 23, 2011 13:32:06 GMT -5
Kareso was journeying on the Village of the Rising Heavens for the very first time, since he was allowed to leave Hebimaru's halls. In truth, this was his first time in the outer world, the air was invigoration, the sun warm, the blue sky a joy to watch, the grass a wonder to touch, life was beautiful and he was glad that he had been created. He had a full life ahead of him, and he would take every opportunity to live it to the fullest, never forgetting why he was alive, to complete his quest.
Despite his joyful thoughts, Kareso's travel was far from easy, he had many outburst and a corpse line was almost following him, luckily though, the last incident happened a few weeks ago, and since then he had none. "No senseless deaths today" he concluded as his inner peace was at his peak. Unexpectedly, this unknown region of the world presented itself in a monochromatic way, white had supremacy in everything possible, grass, trees, buildings, clothing.
Weren't for him to be so happy for being out of the White Snake's lab, he would create an elemental clone and destroy the landscape as a way to see some other colors. His feet lead him with no aim, no objective, no goal, a simple trek around this place, watching and seeing a chakra source in the distant, strong enough to pertain to a shinobi.
Unconsciously, he immediately head for that location, as if he had a directive in his mind, to meet this individual and ascertain his powers.
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Post by Moongem on Jan 23, 2011 13:52:53 GMT -5
The autumn orange iris of Yume was exposed as his eyes opened. He felt a disruption of the white environment, even though he couldn't see it. He slowly curved his spin and sat up. He couldn't deny that curiosity poking in the back of his head. This person didn't walk like people from the village, it was a foreigner. Someone new.
His hand raised towards the endless sky, he clenched his fist as the wind surrounded him. His palm opened as his fist released and his palm began to scrape away with the wind. The wind carried three pieces of paper forward, dancing in the wind like lost spirits. Yume felt an odd feeling from this individual, it was as if they had been just born but... an adult all the same.
The three pieces of paper danced towards the stranger, Yume's chakra embedded in the paper allowing him sense anything it came across. The paper would be next to impossible to see as it got closer to the stranger, the white paper flew in a sea of ivory. The wind was not on his whim however and lifted the three pieces of paper upward into the blue sky and exposing them to anyone looking up.
Even in the endless white, Yume watched his three pieces of paper soar towards the nearest chakra signature along the gentle hands of the wind. His orange eyes followed them as they rose into the blue sky, making them easier to see. He sighed, wishing that wouldn't have happened but nothing could be done about it now. He could only wait. Wondering if the stranger was another damnable Shinobi.
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Post by seltor on Jan 23, 2011 14:13:04 GMT -5
As white dust rose from the floor, with each of Kareso's steps, he pondered on whom the stranger would be. A shinobi from the Village, another wanderer as he was, or perhaps neither. But the answer, would soon be answered, either by a simple inspection from his strange Tenshugan eyes or by the stranger's own voice as he answered his questions. Anyway, with each footstep, he kept getting closer, till a point where is range sight was capable of seeing the individual. Thanks to the Byakugan traits he inherited, he could see it, even if the stranger couldn't. Blue haired and orange eyes it seemed, despite still being far.
Suddenly, he moved, his hand was raised to the sky and three pieces of something were lifted and dragged to him, although invisible to the naked eye, the pale orange skinned shinobi could see the chakra traces on it, those three items of sorts circled him for brief moments, until the wild blew them higher up in the sky, making visible in the naked eye as well. "Three pieces of paper, how odd" he mumbled, as he his eyes followed them for a while, without stopping though.
Soon, he was sufficient near so that even the stranger could see his attire, comprised of a normal ninja's, despite his odd looks, skin, skin markings and eyes, he could pass as a normal human if people were not to look him closely. Eventually he reached the tree's trunk, and as he raised his neck to gaze the stranger he shouted "Hello there. Won't you descend so we can talk?", his voice friendly enough.
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Post by Moongem on Jan 23, 2011 14:32:21 GMT -5
He couldn't see the stranger while he was at a distance, but through his paper he could sense him. He seemed normal enough but Yume still caught an odd feeling from the individual. His eyes moved as the silhouette of the individual becoming larger and larger. The three pieces of paper returned to the palm of Yume. He clenched his fist, molding the paper together and making it flesh like.
He was now able to see the mans eyes. He felt some sort of reminiscent feeling from them. Almost as if he had seen them before. He watched the being, which he could now clearly tell was a shinobi. His clothing might as well of been a sign announcing it. He glared at him as he approached.
Yume found his orange tinted skin odd, but never suspected that he wasn't an average human. An average shinobi. He sat against the bark of the tree, watching him as he now approached the tree, obviously coming to him. He rubbed his palms with the tips of his fingers.
He looked at the stranger as he spoke to him with an almost disapproving look, he blinked as he finished. 'Why don't you descend so we can talk?' This man wanted to talk? He remained for a second but then leaped down. He landed and nearly didn't crush the grass. He seemed nearly weightless, like paper. He looked at the man with thinned eyes and responded through actions and nodded at him slowly instead of speaking.
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Post by seltor on Jan 23, 2011 14:48:00 GMT -5
"Good, you acknowledge my request and acted accordingly" Kareso replied, his friendly tone, even friendlier this time. He felt surprised to see the light as a feather individual landing on the grass, without leaving a dent on them. "What the hell, is this human made of what? Air?" he wondered as a smile surfaced on his face, while his eyes wandered, never stopping enough time on the stranger's own. "Have you no voice, stranger? My name is Kareso" he asked, decided to introduce himself, since he was getting no response from the one in front of him.
"Lead by example" he concluded, as he saw that this man had a sizable amount of chakra, for someone that had no headband and no signs of being a ninja at all.
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Post by Moongem on Jan 23, 2011 15:03:12 GMT -5
He looked at him for a moment as the strangers eyes wandered. This person seemed far to friendly to be normal. The fact that his shinobi appearance was so obvious was also a deterrent to this friendly persona. He blinked and almost was surprised and taken aback by his question. 'My name' he thought to himself. Was he willing to tell a shinobi that much about himself?
"Yume." He suddenly spoke, his voice calm and flowing like water. He looked at him, "Kareso..." He said, echoing the stranger.
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Post by seltor on Jan 24, 2011 12:56:36 GMT -5
"Yes my name is Kareso, and you are Yume. Yume nice to meet you" he replied, the first half still with his cheerful tone, but the later with a cold voice. Deep inside he was struggling, he had felt that common and familiar urge to kill the one in front of him, to cut him in half with his sword, Torahada. But he shouldn't, he couldn't and he wouldn't. He would not allow himself to become berserk and slay this innocent person, somehow he felt he needed to preserve him, he felt that in the future this Yume would be necessary to him, with him he could learn more about the Shinobi World and more importantly live it.
His face was a mask of concentration, one could ponder he was suffering, and he was in pain, trying to resist that uncontrollable desire for blood, but he would be the master of his feelings. "Yume, please step back a few footsteps." he requested, his voice almost echoing the inner struggle, his eyes almost shut, his teeth closed and his larger canines visible. After a while, his face relaxed, he was not in full control of his persona. "I am sorry about this, but our proximity was dangerous, not anymore though " he apologized, showcasing a sad smile to the other man.
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Post by Moongem on Jan 28, 2011 19:27:19 GMT -5
He examined the man as he spoke. 'Our proximity was dangerous? Yeah. For you!' he though to himself, not showing any emotion as he thought. His autumn orange eyes disappeared under his eyelids as he blinked slowly, his irises shown as he lifted his eye lids back up, "Indeed... Our proximity was dangerous..." He said almost cockily. Shinobi. They were all the same.
He felt an odd presence from this shinobi, and for whatever reason, it angered him. "I...." He stopped, speaking in his odd, incomplete way, "Don't think this will end with peace." He pointed his left arm at Kareso, "After all...." He stopped again as he moved backwards without lifting his feet, "Shinobi are all the same..." He spoke more, "Perhaps.... like a paper thrown about by the wind...." He remained quite for a moment, "You will soon become limp."
He sent a glare at the man across from him.
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Post by seltor on Jan 29, 2011 8:31:31 GMT -5
Again, the stranger called Yume did what Kareso had requested, creating space between them without raising his feet, which despite the inner struggle the oranged skinned shinobi was dealing with, made him to open his eyes with surprise. "You dare to threaten me Yume?" asked the puppet of a man, anger on his tone and his mysterious eyes fixed upon Yume's face. "You label me as a shinobi but you can use chakra just like me, thus you are a shinobi as well. Do not deny it, I saw your paper pieces analyzing me, I saw your chakra on them. Don't act like an hypocrite cause this world of ours is full of them and I don't require any of them around me" he exploded.
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Post by Moongem on Jan 29, 2011 12:32:14 GMT -5
A slight grimace appears on Yume's face before it returns to its emotionless, neutral, state. He listened to the last part of Kareso's spiel, '...and I don't require any of them around me', "Shinobi are tools. Tools of murder." He paused for another moment, "I.... Do not kill at random and for no reason." He ruffled his fingers in his palm. "The mere use of chakra makes me similar to a shinobi. Similar." He looked away from Kareso, "I ask you not to make such a comparison."
It seemed Yume's face was shedding. Pieces off his face seemed to stick out like pieces of paper. He looked at Kareso with half closed eyes, his blue hair almost hanging in front of his autumn orange eyes. He much resembled a male version of his ancester, Konan of the Akatsuki. He pointed towards Kareso's forehead, "Do...you know the best trait about paper?"
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Post by seltor on Jan 29, 2011 12:44:15 GMT -5
"You are wrong, Shinobis are not tools nor weapons of murder, ninjas are trained people with exceptional skills, but anyone can kill, ninja or civilian. Anyone can kill at random, shinobi or civilian. Your misconceptions deceit you Yume, I don't know who told you those lies, but shinobis are capable of fighting for peace too. And yes if you are not a shinobi yourself then you are similar to one." said Kareso. His surprised expression only increased when he saw Yume's face shedding, this guy seemed to be made out of paper, which was kind of new to him, he never knew or saw something like that before.
"No, I don't. I never saw someone controlling paper like you do." he replied.
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Post by Moongem on Jan 29, 2011 13:36:02 GMT -5
The image of a shinobi kunai knife rushes through Yume's mind. "A kunai is a finely crafted tool...." He paused, "Sharp as a razor. But it cannot kill without a Shinobi." He pauses in odd way once again, "Every nation has a 'feudal lord' who uses shinobi, like a shinobi use kunai, against their enemies." He lifts his hands and points his palms towards the sky, "Whether they like it or not. A shinobi is nothing but a tool. How can anything FIGHT for PEACE the very words contradict themselves."
He closes one eye, "I'm not sure what you are... but I'm quite sure you, at least, work for a shinobi." He looked up, following the gaze of his palms, "Paper... although it seems to bend to the will of who ever holds it. Only obeys the wind. The wind grabs it, and it will fly through the sky, or low to the ground." He thinks, "Where as a shinobi would never obey the silent cry of our worlds wind, only those who use them." He smiles lightly before it quickly fades, "Don't get me wrong. I do participate in combat. I fight, but not for a shinobi's misconception of peace and I certainly don't fight to kill."
His arms seemed to fade off his body as thousands of sheets of paper blew into the wind and scattered around him. The sky had become thick with clouds, and a mild wind had picked up. Yume circulated his chakra artfully around his body, and with the moderate wind, had began to circulate the paper around himself, "Let me guess. Not to long ago. You killed someone. Am I right, shinobi?"
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Post by seltor on Jan 29, 2011 14:20:22 GMT -5
"That would be an interesting concept Yume if you weren't wrong. A Shinobi can follow his ideals, I follow mine and I am a Shinobi. I wear no headband, I have no Feudal Lord to command me, no one tells me to kill this one or that one, I do as I please." Kareso initiated his answer. Sighing he continued "Sometimes one must fight and kill, for peace sake. In this world of hatred and anger, people that wish for peace must fight as well.".
After another pause he continued "And yes I work for one, and his orders are simple. I have to roam the world and learn as much as I possibly can, no more no less. I don't have to kill with this objectives, only to defend myself.", the Yaminokami was convicted that he could follow Hebimaru's orders peacefully, although he couldn't avoid his anger bursts.
He observed as Yume told him about paper and how it only obeyed wind, this blue haired men seemed to live on a different world, at least it sure was peaceful in there. "So you fight after all, no problem with fighting to knock out your opponents, unnecessary kills only bring more hatred." he said admired that the orange eyed man had admitted he would enter a combat willingly. "Yes I did kill recently." he answered.
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Post by Moongem on Jan 29, 2011 14:43:17 GMT -5
He brought his brow down and looked at him through empty eyes, "Perhaps no one tells you 'kill this one' or 'that one' but someone uses you." He stopped and looked around, why had the presence of this shinobi angered him so? He returned his brow upwards and looked at Kareso. He had been quite provocative, and he still hadn't been attacked. A thought entered his head.
"If you choose who you kill." He said, "Then why was my prior proximity dangerous?" Yume needed to know how this shinobi would react. He moved forwards, still standing on the top of the ground opposed to crushing the grass. He was closer to Kareso then originally, "Is it possible that you suffer from some sort of anger bursts? Fits of rage that force you to kill?"
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Post by seltor on Jan 30, 2011 8:50:47 GMT -5
A smirk emerged from Kareso's face, was Yume testing him? Well, a test was a test and he hated when he was on the loosing side and since he was now in full control of himself, he could bare this new proximity without endangering Yume's well being. "Yes I said that originally and yes, sometimes I suffer from fits of rage that force me to kill people even if I don't want to, and yes I suffered from one earlier, luckily I managed to control myself this time and as a result you are still standing there." he explained as his right hand reached the orange leathered hilt of his magnificent sword and unsheathed it.
As soon as all of the blade was out of the sheath, Kareso used his katana to create a bridge between him and Yume, so the later could go any further. "That is the closest you can go, I don't know thus I don't know what kind of abilities you possess and I am not stupid enough to allow someone strange to get so close. We live on a hard and dangerous world, the smartest live longer." he stated.
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Post by Moongem on Feb 8, 2011 17:18:09 GMT -5
Yume's eyes covered the sword in an instant. These kinds of weapons were usually the first used against him. He slowly lifted his hand and gently touched the blade in front of him. He ran his finger down the blade, which left an obvious cut on his finger, however, he did not bleed despite the deep cut. He looked up at Kareso through, now empty, autumn eyes.
"Your right; the smartest live longest. However, the smartest destroyer their enemies before the enemy has a chance to retaliate." Yume was obviously ready to attack Kareso, to test him or leave him dead in the ivory grass was not certain, perhaps not even Yume knew.
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Post by seltor on Feb 9, 2011 8:25:05 GMT -5
Kareso's strange looking eyes, a byproduct of his incredible bloodline limit watched as Yume ran his Torahada sword's blade with one finger, unlike a normal human being, no blood ever came forth from that wound, which was quite surprising to the Yaminokami, considering that he had seen copious amounts of blood when he had slaughtered those civilians on his way up there. "Thanks for the chakra you gave to me Yume" he muttered as he jump back, his senses alert and telling him he was about to be attacked, that and the chakra that Yume was focusing, a clear sign of an impending technique.
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Post by Moongem on Feb 10, 2011 17:22:06 GMT -5
A voice echoed that was unmistakably Yume's voice, however, his lips didn't move, in fact, it looked as if his lips had been seared off. "Thats.... not all I gave you...", The voice came from Kareso's sword. A single piece of paper fell from the sword as it drained chakra from it. The piece of paper soared towards Yume, reattaching his mouth to his face.
Yume's eyes thinned as he circulated chakra through his body, resulting, his legs and left arm ripped from his body and thousands of pieces of paper surrounded him, circling him endlessly and quickly. He grinned through the paper, as his remaining arm, his right one, lifted, pointing at Kareso. Suddenly the paper folded itself into small bird shapes, like origami crones, and suddenly shot at Kareso. One piece that was low to the ground cut through the grass, showing the pieces sharpness.
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Post by seltor on Feb 11, 2011 10:06:18 GMT -5
"So you are bold enough to attack me? I like it, shows you have guts, but also shows you are crazy, you sealed your fate as soon as the attack thought crossed your mind Yume stated Kareso with a grin and mischievous look on his pale orange face. His slightly longer fangs visible and his eyes analyzing the ninjutsu used against him. Paper cranes were flying, aiming at his body, trying to shred him into to pieces or oblivion itself. His arsenal of impressive techniques were not prepared to deal with such tiny objects, yet he knew what to do.
Channeling tiny bits of chakra to each fingertip, small blue colored, revolving balls of chakra suddenly appeared, they were similar to the rasengan, the technique made famous by Naruto and in fact they were the rasengan, but in a tiny version. Kareso was the first one to actually create this technique, and the only jutsu he could use in that situation. Raising his hands, he silently shot each ball aiming them for all incoming cranes, each one had enough power to destroy the cranes into death. Any remaining tiny rasengans were aimed at Yume as well.
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