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Old 03-20-2019, 03:14 AM   #11
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‘Yeeasss! I knew it,’ the mental satisfaction was resounding, but Hayate kept his cool. He did however showcase a wide grin at the possibility of flight and Gen’s immediate outbursts. As Masami left to perform some elaborate ritual with her clones, a higher grade ninjutsu that Hayate and presumably Gen would not be able to comprehend, the two novices began discussing among themselves.

“She is beyond maximum reality!”

It was a odd expression to reply to Gen, but Hayate lacked the words to describe the unworldly abilities of the woman from Stone. Unable to perform complex ninjutsu, he distanced himself from the advanced classes where they covered the fundamentals needed to attempt to understand what Masami was busy with. He, himself, was a slave to technology and was rooted in the scientific and physical realms, therefore any significantly advanced ninjutsu was indistinguishable from magic to him.

‘How much do I weigh?’

If Gen only knew how stacked the question he had asked was. Routine visits to the Research Labs, began with all kinds of measurement. First unequipped, then at maximum capacity, then a combination of in between setups to obtain functionality vs loading ratios. Though current body weight plus equipment, was probably what Gen was after he thought, ‘hmmm… 65 kg + 18.5 kg is…’

“I’m 83.5 kilos right now, what about you?”

There was no response, Hayate assumed Gen had been focussing on their senior’s display of talents. It did not end with the shadow manipulations afterall, as she approached them, she lowering he garments and dark crystalline wings alongside twisted tendrils emerged from her exposed body. Usually boys their age would be affected by a woman unblousing, but Hayate was completely unphased - at the research facility all the implant kids were typically naked around each other, so it was normal.

He was however in awe of the structures she had created. He circled around to face her back and the source of the growths, which seemed somewhat familiar to him. As he moved closer and closer to her, he was obliviously entwined by vine-like appendages that snaked towards him. In his trance, he remembered where he had seen a similar power before. The power jewels from his joint mission with Tomo. ‘Masami-sama is from Stone as well,’ he thought. He had intended to snatch a gem fragment that time to possibly add it to his gear, but collapsed during the mission before being rescued by his partner.

‘So this is the power they possessed.’

Gen’s whimpering shook him out of his daydreams, as he realised he was already ensnared. “I like this... suck it up Gen, we need to get moving.” Hayate called out. The Rain chuunin was very comfortable with the invasive touch, being poked and prodded was a run of the mill occurrence for him and he did not mind people in his personal space at all. His excitement for the mission had reached climax, all previous thoughts of doubt and worry were gone.

He was ready for action.
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Old 03-20-2019, 11:55 AM   #12
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Masami gave them both a warm smile, partly to reassure Gen that he hadn't embarrassed himself as much as he thought, and partly because she had to admit, it was kind of nice to have her powers be a subject of awe for a change rather than the horror that she had become accustomed to her own countrymen reacting with. Gems had become a sore subject back home, a wound she doubted would be healed any time soon, so she enjoyed the rare moments like these while she could.

It would be terrible if you accidentally dropped one.

For as long as Kei would let her enjoy them anyway. She gave the two crystal harnesses, now wrapped securely around both boys, one last tug to double check just in case though. "First time advice? Try not to tense your muscles. Its hard to fight the reflex, but if you don't stay relaxed you will ache so much when this is over, believe me..." And with that, she leapt up into the air and simply didn't stop ascending, taking the two younger Shinobi along with her by the tethers she had wrapped around them.

Oh, a tailwind. Shiny!

It only took a little while of being airborne before it definitely felt like this was indeed going to be much faster. She was sure Hayate's original estimate would have been entirely accurate, but he had to account for winding paths, dangerous terrain, and of course only moving the group as fast as the slowest member. By contrast she was able to go in virtually a straight line, and with the weather behind her as it fortunately was, even to go at almost her full speed despite the extra load. It was still early in the day, and she hoped that if they cut enough off the journey they could perhaps make it to the temple just after nightfall - the Witching Hours. How appropriate.

She kept quiet for a while, focusing on making sure she was heading the right way, and also to give the pair a chance to adjust to, and hopefully enjoy, the altitude as they soared across the treetops; but after a fair amount of time had passed, she decided to spark up some conversation to make things go by faster. "So tell me... How is it you two are so excited to meet Ichiroku? You both know what the legends say he's turned into now - he's not the mythical hero he once was, so... whats the secret?" It was genuine curiosity on her part; though she was playing up the role of confident team leader as best she could, she was still filled with doubts and fears, doubly knowing what she hadn't yet dared tell the others yet - so she could use some positivity of her own...
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Old 03-20-2019, 07:00 PM   #13
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He squirmed at first, more annoyed by Hayate’s advice than the feeling of the tendrils enveloping him. Their situation was ok for some, clearly. Just not for all. And to think, he and the older boy had been getting on so well. Fast friendships didn’t always work out. He knew that. And, between villages, the lines of commonality were thinner. So, in some respects, Hayate was right.

Toughen up, Gen! You’re not here to find a friend.

Or maybe he was simply looking in the wrong place. His little frown and pursed lips vanished at Masami’s smile, and he shyly returned the sentiment. He definitely felt safer knowing there was a kind-hearted human attached to the glittery ropes. And they weren’t that creepy. They were actually kind of pretty, the more he looked them over. Shiny, even. It might be worth mentioning, just in case he had unintentionally offended Masami. A smile wasn’t a cure-all, though it did go a long way. He was already over his little spell, and was fidgeting with the crystalline harness where it looped about his shoulder when the kunoichi spoke.

Muscles? Easy. I've got complete mastery over those.

“Believe me, not gonna be a pro-aaaaawww–!”

With a whoosh, they were airborne and his immediate instinct was to TENSE EVERYTHING! Which hurt like a kraken!

Stopit! Stopitnow!

Easier said than–

Wa–

“–hooo!”

A toothy grin lit up his face, ear to ear, and he squinted against the breeze with palpable glee and glorious laughter. His worries were forgotten. Stealth, it seemed, had also taken a hike. This was the coolest – thing – ever. How come nobody from Mist ever flew? They were missing out. Echizen was going to be so jealous when he heard about this.

He didn’t mind the silence that followed; he was entertained enough by his own imaginings, where he wasn’t being carried but was doing all the flying himself. Kind of like a bat, with his little legs dangling freely. Maybe walking on air instead. Omega Boy, Saviour of the Multiverse, leaping whole forests in a single bound! It was definitely beyond maximum reality.

Oh yeah…

Hayate, remembered, popped back onto Gen’s radar. Reclining in his harness, he crossed his ankles and twiddled his thumbs as nonchalantly as he could muster. What should he say to break the silence? What was a cool way of admitting you were acting like a snowflake but also that snowflakes weren’t all that bad? In the end, Masami broke it for him. Hers was a good question, and the answer he found had more than one layer. His thumb twiddling intensified to a kind of finger folding. Time to be honest.

“Um, well, you see…I was excited because Hayate was excited, and happy to have me. I’d have been excited to carry the bags if we’d had any. Chances like this don’t really roll around very often. That’s more my little bro’s bag. He’s the adventurer, he’s the history buff, he’s the skill hound. But he’s not here. So…maybe…I don’t know. I get to meet a guy he’d love to — he’s a blacksmith and a swordsman — and, whatever happens, I’ll have a story to tell? ...Man, I sound just like him. So lame... Pfft, yeah, no, it totally is. So never mind any of that — ignore what I said. Over to you, Hayate-bro. Go!”

What are these? Magical truth ropes?

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Old 03-21-2019, 11:48 AM   #14
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As the trifecta rose to the heavens, Hayate found himself without need of Masami’s warning. His body was as supple and limp as a baby’s. To one who knew his history, his immediate acceptance of the situation would seem rather bizarre. As a child he was tricked into performing a dangerous climb that resulted in him falling from high, and losing the ability to use his arms. He was luckily saved by shinobi tech at the time, and interestingly seemed to harbour no negative recollections of the incident during the flight. Instead there were moments that he shrimped, twisting his waist to see how everything would looks the other way around, taking in the entire experience.

It was all truly fascinating to him. The sky was a luxury they did not have in Amegakure, and he had never thought he would be this close to it. In the distance to the south he could see giant cumulonimbus clouds forming above Furiyamu, the capital, as it was blown east. Their destination ahead showed signs of clear skies, but within Rain that could easily be the calm before the storm.

A conversation eventually sparked among the three, and Gen spilled his enthusiasm before passing the baton to Hayate. The topic was centered around the Legendary Samurai and why the boys were so interested in finding him.

“Well to me. Just because Ayumi says he is bad news, doesn’t mean he really is. She said we were bad news as well remember, and well look what we are doing right now. I want to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, there is good inside us all. Plus I really, really want to find that second sword.”

Though he did not consciously register it, Hayate in his heart was a bit disappointed that he had left Calamity Mountain empty-handed. The village messenger that had been dispatched to deliver the permissions for the team to enter Rain, had most likely expected a handover from Hayate in return. There would be repercussions for him at the end of the day for sure, especially if he reported back that the blade had been within the country borders for a period. Amegakure did not care for the Calamity issue, but he sure did. Naively he believed that after they saved the world, he would somehow be able to take the extra sword back home.
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Old 03-23-2019, 03:24 PM   #15
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Wait... really? He's just happy to be here?

Even though she was meant to be watching where they were going, she couldn't help but give Gen a somewhat sceptical look. Not that she didn't believe him per-se, more that she didn't quite believe how much he was reminding her of Kaori.

"I had a big brother like you once" She replied wistfully, looking back into the distance again as she let herself reminisce. "He was always saying the same kind of things about our other brother. They were inseparable, and even when they were apart he was always thinking of the tales they'd be able to tell when they got back together." Though she sounded positive, she looked somewhat sad - only able to muster a broken smile as she thought about how she missed those days. Simpler times, before gemstones and exams and world ending threats and everything else that had ruined it all.

"He grew up to be one of the strongest and most selfless shinobi in our entire village, actually" She added, somewhat hastily, in an attempt to distract the young genin whilst she tried to regain her mask of confidence before anyone noticed it had faltered. " They both did. The Bronze Adonis of Stone - larger than life and with a shield twice that, always ready to defend anyone who needs it; and the Silver-tongued Swordsman - with a blade so sharp it can pierce the veil of time itself..."

And then there's you. The third wheel. The one they never really needed. Or wanted.

"So I imagine you and your brother are going to be amazing. Hells, you're helping save the world before you even hit your teens. That's one up on most people already." She encouraged playfully, doing her best to avoid her Avatars attempts to rile her up.

Hayate's answer was perhaps simpler, but no less indicative of who he was as a person. It was like he had said back when drawing the map - whatever else in the world there might be to believe in, Hayate believed in people. He had put his faith in the wardens and their prophecy, he had put his faith in the relative strangers he was now with; and so it came as no surprise that when it came to the Samurai that the chuunin believed that there was a good heart still beating within the monsters chest. She kind of envied his outlook, if she was honest; she doubted she was brave enough to go through life putting her trust in so many so unquestioningly.

"I'm glad to hear that. The idea that somewhere deep down he still remembers what he was, what he swore to do so long ago, is our best weapon against him. I'd much rather turn him, than have to destroy him, you know?" She responded with an approving glance. "That said though... Ayumi might be biased, but we should still be careful. You know how the saying goes; where there's smoke, there's probably a Leaf Shinobi. All the best lies have a shred of truth to them. Especially since..."

I guess this is as good a moment as any.

"Ayumi didn't tell us everything. I found records after we split up. We're not the first to try this - all the previous groups were slaughtered."
She admitted solemnly. "So just in case. When it comes to doing the deed that draws him to us, I want you both to be outside the temple grounds until its complete. I know it sounds like I'm sidelining you both, but I promise I'm not. You two have the best chance of getting through to him, and that'll be much harder if he's furious at you. Only one of us need risk pissing him off, so..." She trailed off, as the reality of taking the full force of a supernatural beings righteous fury truly began to sink in now she was finally saying it out loud. "But, the second he appears, you two rush back in, got it? You have faith in him, and i'm putting my faith in you both to calm him down before he... you know, kills me."
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Man, that older bro—

“Sounds like a legend!”

Gen didn’t use the term lightly, but he was so caught up in the joy of conversation WHILST FLYING that the outburst was another aftershock of his overstimulation. He’d only ever known one legend in his short lifetime. His own aniki had existed in a class of his own, a defender to the core.

Had…

Was he imagining things, or was there more to what Masami had said? Or rather, the words she had used? The reverence in her voice reminded him a little of his own recounts, and the way she used the past tense suggested that this could be another legend whose story had ended. Gen wasn’t very confident talking about the deceased, especially when he didn’t know them, unless this Adonis guy wasn’t dead, but how could he know what was what without prying too much? He should just take the compliment and leave it at that, only…

“Ah, I’m not quite at the magnificent nickname stage yet. Gotta actually specialise in something first. But I’ll get there, I hope. Echizen’s already on it, calling himself the ‘Twilight Blacksmith’. Don’t know it he’s at the veil of time-piercing stage just yet, but I’ll let him know the bar’s been set!”

He grinned.

“Still, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Hayate’s answer actually pertained to the mission, so Gen listened as intently as he could to Masami’s takeaway. This was important stuff. Yeah. Yeah. He nodded along, stumbling only when he came to the saying, which was new to him. Surely, a Sound shinobi, though, right? His little jaw dropped at what Masami said next, but he was quick to hide it.

Just what had he gotten himself into? Instant regret and apprehension bubbled to the surface. Slaughtered, he echoed, silent. And here I am, the idiot whose greatest aspiration is porter for the group! Well, if Masami told him to stay outside, then outside he would stay. He was too young to die on this mission! Fortunately, Hayate was the idealist who fancied himself able to get through to the Samurai-Guy, so he could do the talking. Gen would be backup. He wasn’t well enough equipped to be anything else at this point.

Just don’t let her die.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, nodding vigorously, “we can do that. I can do that.”

He'd have to! Masami, not to mention all the other people who'd tried and failed before, was counting on him. Despite feeling like the novice in the group, this was unmistakably part of his hero's journey: his first great challenge. Too much was riding on this quest for him to back down now. He clenched his fists and glared into the middle distance, nodding with enough growing resolve to resemble a bobble-head.

I can and I will. Good luck stopping me. This is history in the making.
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Masami’s revelation had been clear and concise. She had researched their target and developed a stratagem to utilize against him, but for some reason it left Hayate silent. The plan was somewhat of a gamble, but that was not the fact that hindered the young chuunin. It would be hard to put a pin to what exactly triggered him, but the best explanation would have been that he had felt in a single moment a journey’s worth of consideration that he had not really thought of the end state. Similar feelings had almost risen prior, but was quelled before by a kind hand when the team had their head protectors blanked.

The deed. The risks. The destination. The sword. The man.

They had been single ideas to Hayate. He had registered them, thought about them and left them in mental silos. It was not that he was scared, anxious or overwhelmed; but rather that the culmination was a green light.

They were going to do it, they needed to do it.

He focused on the horizon, hoping to be the first to spot the temple’s spires as he ran his part to play in his head over and over. Not every aspect of the decision agreed with the rain-nin, he did not like the idea that Masami was putting herself at risk alone. But instead of confronting her or raising a debate, he instead placed his own faith in his speed to reach her the moment that Ichiroku the Samurai appeared. He was after all trained as an assassin, even though he was not really emotionally or behaviorally suited for the class.

"We'll wait on the side."

His ears popped as the air pressure changed during the flight. There was still much to be felt in the experience, but he knew he also needed to prepare. He began checking his system, clicking and shifting the mechanisms and gears of his launchers. To an outsider it would look a little like someone stretching and warming up before a heavy workout or in their situation, most probably a fight session.
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Well, that was a mood killer.

She sighed as the others fell mostly silent after hearing the plan. On the one hand, she supposed, it was better than having them arguing - the faith they seemed to have in her would be touching in any other circumstance - but on the other, now the bubbly optimism of the pair had been quieted, the weight of the situation was all the more present. Having the weight of the world on their shoulders had never quite been so literal before, and having pulled the feet out from under her one source of pleasant distraction, Masami could feel it more than ever.

No pressure, right?

She scowled for a moment, she hated when her avatar tried to reassure her; somehow that made everything feel all the more unsettling. She squinted at the horizon ahead; between bouts of conversation and long periods of silence they had been flying for several hours now, and were racing against the sunset; surely they had to be close by now. They were, in fact, making better time than she realised, and it would be no time at all before Hayate could likely see the first hints of the temple raising up against the skyline.

"Are you two going to be ok to start work as soon as we touch down, or would you prefer we rest at the temple a while first?" Though Takeo had the luxury of having been resting back at camp this whole time, the trio in the air weren't so fortunate. Admittedly, being dragged through the air probably wasn't very tiring as such for the two younger shinobi as it didn't take much of their energy, but nonetheless she was also aware that it had been the better part of a day since either of them had eaten. The last thing they needed was to be trying to negotiate with a demonic killer while 'hangry'...
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They had been flying for quite a while.

“Hey, is it normal for me not to be able to feel my legs?”

While not entirely accurate, the numbness he did feel was so strong, it barred him from feeling anything else. He tried cycling them like he was on a bicycle (not that he ever had been) but they felt heavy, stiff. His feet felt full of liquid cement, not blood. Oh, he was not looking forward to the pins and needles he’d be hit by the moment he was asked to walk on them again. So he floundered for a moment, drawing his knees up by hand until he could fold them into his chest and tentatively slip his fingers between the soles of his feet and his sandals, a little ball of Gen.

It was like touching another person’s feet! Ewwwwww. Cold, dead skin and hard knuckles! He knew what he had to do. Didn't mean he liked it. With a slight squeeze, the numbness found its melting point and a sudden chill flooded his veins, working its way around his knees, into his hips, a sensation like cold fire, burning as it soothed.

Best to get it over and done with.

“Yeeeoooooowwwww!” he moaned. He hugged his knees tight and wriggled his leg and foot joints frantically in a conscious shiver.

Keep it going, keep it going, don’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop, why start, dimwit, masochist, yes I know that word, what am I going to do about it, I don’t know, just keeeeeeeeep wiiiiiiiiiggling…..

“That’ll do it,” he keened, moments before his plan came to fruition: Death by a Thousand Stabs.

The hero is torn asunder by excruciating pain; he will be tested to his very core. How will he survive?

By gritting his teeth and taking it like Gunko-senpai would have…eyes tight, no, wide open, glaring into the distance with defiance and purpose! Where shapes were forming.

“Uh, what’s that?”

They were definitely man-made peaks of some kind, towering above a vine-strewn patch of forest and accompanied by the weathered forms of statues and carvings. It reminded the Getsuei boy of Hirame temple…a little. Could it be that they’d arrived? He still hadn’t answered Masami’s question, but his legs were still kind of…aflame with transient nerve damage. He’d figure out what to do when he arrived. Hopefully, starting his recovery process early meant he wouldn’t need to rest before beginning. He certainly didn’t need the time for anything else. Negotiating with the dark ideals of a supernatural ronin wasn’t something this little piggy knew how to prepare for.

Oh man, this hurts like hell!
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Masami stopped as suddenly as she could without sending the others flying out of her grip, looking down worriedly at the genin as he cried out. A scream of agony hadn't been what she was expecting, even if she had asked how they were holding up. She raised her arm and the living harness that was wrapped around Gen pulled him up level with her so she could try and see what was wrong, only to find him curling up and stretching out again frantically. She knew those symptoms...

"Pins and needles...?" She asked in sympathy, as the boy gritted his teeth and tried to force himself through it the hard way. "I did say to try and keep relaxed- eh?"

Her apologetic chastising was caught short as he suddenly pointed into the distance, drawing the groups attention to a slightly less tree-like silhouette just poking up at the edge of the horizon. Hayate quickly, and excitedly confirmed Gen's suspicions, that that was the temple they had been searching for at last. It had to be, there were no other structures around for miles according to what Hayate had told them back at the camp after all.

"Ok team... hold on"

With the barest motion on her part, the crystalline wings took over again and rocketed all three of them toward the approaching towers at speed, burning up whatever reserve Masami had been holding back in case the journey was longer than expected. As they got closer, more of the structure came into view; once upon a time it had probably been a true spectacle, high towers and a large courtyard surrounded by columns, but the condition in the swamps and how difficult it must be to move supplies to somewhere this remote had clearly taken its toll. Vines and other creepers covered the walls, and the mud and water had cracked or rotted away many of the outer foundations, like the swamps were trying to reclaim the structure as their own. Still, there was more than enough open and structurally sound space left for their landing.

Oh no... the landing.

She'd been so busy coming up with ways to simply carry her teammates safely before they'd taken off that she hadn't given this end of the journey much thought at all. It'd be fine though, surely? They were all shinobi, they knew how to deal with safely landing from height and at speed... right? Then again, she came from a land of cliffs and mountains, they came from the sea, or underground. She couldn't in good conscience just assume and hope they'd be fine if there was a chance they might end up hurt, she just hoped they wouldn't think she was patronising them...

"When we get close to the ground, you'll feel the grip around you loosen. When that happens I need you to tuck and roll, just like you would after any other big landing, but don't try and force a stop, let momentum carry you through as many as you need till you come to rest naturally. It might get dizzy, but trust me, you'll be fine"

She didn't leave much time between her explanation and suddenly letting go of them both as they swooped down across the courtyard. Some might call it cruel to throw it on them so suddenly after the instructions, but she had learned from painful experience that it was best to just do and not give yourself the time to second guess what you'd just been told. Case in point, she was her own bad example as after her first roll, she caught her foot on the ground by concentrating too much on their landings than her own, and skidded the next few metres across the courtyard tiles before coming to a rest on her back, somewhat scraped but otherwise no worse for wear.

She did appreciate the hand that pulled her back up to her feet though, a gratitude that quickly turned to confusion when she realised it had come from a stranger now standing before them. He was clad in vintage, but obviously well cared for, Miko robes and though he appeared to only be middle aged he possessed an air about him of someone much older, and much more frail than he should be, perhaps ravaged by hardship or something... else.

"Do not be alarmed, we have been expecting you. You made good time"

"But..." They hadn't told anyone they were coming, and had only decided on which temple to approach that very morning- She sighed as it dawned on her, divination. This custodian, or maybe one of his aides, was a seer.

He looked the three of them over appreciatively, as if grateful that whatever he had seen had turned out to be true. "Yes, the Forsaken Queen with the broken soul, the Hollow Child with the broken heart, and the Would-be Hero with the broken body... We have been expecting you for several days now. You and your companions yet to arrive. Welcome."

Masami just frowned, the first half of each title seemed easy enough to understand, but she didn't like the sound of the rest of them, especially since she was fairly sure they weren't true... yet.
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