When the comforts of civilization begin to dull our senses, we must never forget that in the beginning, there was war. And war. And more war. Long before there were empires, there were humans consumed with greed and the hunger for power. Resources, territories, information—these were the forms of sustenance upon which we preyed. Today, we call such habits vices. Oh, how arrogant we have become! Are we not still impelled by those primordial emotions? Is the advent of war so far-fetched? But alas, for you to truly understand, we must dive deeper into this land’s half-forgotten past.
There was a time when might was the only law that humankind knew. Fearsome clans roamed throughout the land, seeking amenable grounds within which they could take root and opposing forces against whom they could test their mettle. Given the irregularity of nature’s bounty, certain regions appealed more than others, and dominion over such coveted territories became the spark that ignited the earliest inter-clan wars. These fierce, internecine affairs tended to conclude only when one side had decimated their competition into oblivion, and many clans of story were rendered extinct during this period.
The victors of war, having claimed their territories, often made truces with surrounding locals, offering protection in exchange for access to the yields of agriculture. Over time, certain communities emerged as more dominant than others, either due to numbers or sheer talent, and their rapid expansion would force smaller, neighboring communities to either collapse into their fold or be devastated. When the dust settled, humankind found itself divided into the five major territories that we are familiar with today. And was the bloodshed over? With our lands obtained and our bellies filled, were we finally content?
06/01/2023 June is for Juggin
We made it y’all, another month of OTA, and fresh off the press we have another promotion ready. Leaving behind the opening bonus sadly, we welcome the jugggggg! June is for juggin AKA working hard, so we are making it a double rewards month for every mission completed! Yes we said it's double rewards, now you all can really get into the thick of those builds if you work hard enough. And who knows what you might uncover in the process. AND all jobs are free to enroll no quest EXCEPT ANBU(Black Ops) roles.
Post by Kiyomi Tenma on Apr 20, 2023 13:47:55 GMT -6
Mission
☆ Name: This Is a Stick Up - Part I Rank: C Repeatable: Yes Description: All over Konoha, reports have been coming in about small house robberies. Whom these people are is unknown, but they usually leave the house in shambles once raided. Petty bandits have been captured, but they refuse to give information on their leader. Regardless of this, Konoha can not allow it's citizens to continue being robbed. Information on the next home to be struck is held within Konoha's intelligence. But capturing them has proven to be a job only for skilled shinobi. Objective: Stay guard at the located home and stop the bandits. Take them alive. Killing them is not an option. Reward: 150 EXP and 15,000 Ryo
Kiyomi's tolerance for petty crime was about as low as the bar could go. Not only was it a sign of a lack of comradery within those peoples hearts, but it was disrespectful to the hard working shinobi of the leaf. As if they had time to deal with such trivial matters when things the villagers didn't even know were going on behind the scenes. It was preposterous and almost insulting to the skills of the ninja in question, and so she'd decided to take on the mission and deal with the problem if no one else would. Nothing was beneath her when it came to protecting her home.
That was why she was sitting in the dark within a well put together house that was supposedly the next target of these bandit attacks, and she was ready and waiting to take down anyone who thought they would get free reign to do so. Despite not being able to kill the men she'd brought her nodachi, it's black scabbard rest along her hip and her hand clutching the hilt cautiously. All the while, she waited patiently in the living room, completely silent to the point of erasing her breath and resting in the corner of the room.
Dressed in a solid black quipao dress, the thighs slit up until they reached her waist line, with her hair braided into a bun at the back of her head and her feet resting in two toothed wooden geta. Needless to say all she needed to do now was wait for what she knew was coming. A group of cowards believing an elderly couple were easy prey.
Post by Kiyomi Tenma on Apr 21, 2023 6:28:59 GMT -6
A golden branch with jaded leaves.
And like clock work, the silence that deafened the kunoichi was suddenly broken by a twig cracking just a few feet from the house. Hazel blue eyes darting open from the shadows that consumed her form, keen senses leading her to the direction of the noise. This was a simple enough task, but she was a professional and wouldn't make any hasty movements just yet. Slowly, silently, she moved to the window and peeked through a crack in the blinds.
So far, there were five men. Each holding their respective choice of weapon for breaking and entering, a crowbar, bat, pipe and an axe were apparently their specialties; though in her own hands she was certain they were more lethal. Scoffing slightly at the idea of these men actually posing a threat to her well being, The kunoichi continued to observe the men; noting that they were talking to some people not too far behind. Covered by the shroud of darkness the night offered, prompting her to adjust her game plan quickly.
Delicate hands moved to weave three hand signs, molding her impressive chakra to her whim as she whispered out the name of her technique. Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu, prompting a water clone to emerge from the womans body and take off into action, acrobatically moving through the home to reach a back window on the upper floor and make her escape. All the while Kiyomi maintained her position at the blinds, watching the men walk up to the door and laugh amongst themselves before obliterating the frame. Kicking the door just beside the knob to force it from the hinges, proper form as she expected (given their assumed experience).
"Alright fellas. . . lets raise some hell!"
The ring leader cried out, giving out a small hoot before aiming his baseball bat as if to bring it down through the coffee table. Drawing back in a double handed overhead swing, laughing wildly until. . . nothing happened. Confused expressions across the five men's faces as their leader grunted and struggled for just a brief moment as the man was stopped, as if by some invisible force. Theirs senses becoming much more alert with a hand swiftly slamming down into the mans chest from behind him, knocking him to the ground with a loud grunt.
Kiyomi standing there now, in place of the man before, her form hidden save for the small bits of flesh that showed. She clutched the bat in one hand and slowly brought the other to her hip, shaking her head slowly and letting out a soft groan of annoyance. Akin to a disappointed mother.
"Normally I would deal with you boys properly, but. . ." Kiyomi began to adjust her stance now after patting her sword to put emphasis on what she meant about her statement. She was stretching her arms over her head now and yawning a bit before staring her next target dead in the eyes, with a sinister smirk. Her tone matching that same expression of dark pleasure. "I have a few friends who would like a word with you."
Post by Kiyomi Tenma on May 2, 2023 18:48:00 GMT -6
A golden branch with jaded leaves.
Outside the home, Kiyomi's doppleganger made her way to the roof of the structure after making sure to check the immediate perimeter. Her chakra clinging to the walls masterfully as she crouched low and eyed the direction the intruders had come from, like an owl searching for their prey in the night. Apparently two of the bandits were acting as lookouts not too far off in the distant flora of the residential area, prompting the clone to set their plan into motion. Moving silently to the edge of the apex her body would seemingly vanish due to the speed of her movement, also known as Shunshin no jutsu, appearing right behind the two men and simply waiting.
A loud clatter coming from the home prompting the two men to go on alert which was exactly what the clone had been waiting for. Taking advantage of their surprised state, her foot was driving itself into the back of the knee of one of the men, her hand swiftly rising to cover his mouth as he attempted to scream in pain. Spinning now to keep her left hand over the man on the rights face, she would chop the second man in the neck to daze him while swiftly driving the first victims head to the ground. Slamming it just hard enough to knock him unconscious.
Like a dancer, her movements flowed together and so with her left hand now on the ground her right leg would rise into an incredibly agile back kick. Swiping her foot across the standing mans face, which caused him to wobble while grunting silently before finally toppling over, leaving the dupe with a nod and smirk on her face. Unveiling some rope that she'd brought to bind the unconscious men and await the police force picking them up, something that has been scheduled for any minute now.
She knew her originator was likely wrapping things up in the house as well and so she continued to move the men's bodies into a position where their backs were to one another and they were leaning on each other for support. Their heads comfortably resting on one another's shoulder as the brown rope was expertly weaved around their ankles, wrists and torsos with a small dusting off her hands to complete the endeavor. Her ears still picking up on the violence going on within the home with the poor, unfortunate fools who faced her original now.
Post by Kiyomi Tenma on May 19, 2023 15:11:22 GMT -6
A golden branch with jaded leaves.
A war cry from the man closest to her now broke the silence as the entire house went into an uproar of movement, each that Kiyomi expertly calculated. Releasing the bat from her grasp, it slowly began to fall toward the ground as the man with crowbar moved forward to attack and just as quickly Kiyomi's right foot was moving toward the falling weapon. Kicking it forward aimed at the crooks face to which the item made devastating impact, his feet flailing over his head as his back slammed to the ground.
Her hand moved now to unclip her nodachi from her hip, still within it's holster, while the next victim came from the side. Swinging the axe to decapitate the woman, instead he met contact with nothing but air as she leapt up to the ceiling with danger speed, slashing downward with her sheathed sword to strike the mans shoulder and send him to his knee in pain. Her feet pattering off the ceiling just as quickly as they made contact with the woman spinning down in a crouched somersault and striking him with the scabbard again across his back which sent him reeling in pain and crashing through the coffee table; knocking himself out.
Landing in a crouch with her sword in hand, Kiyomi would move her eyes from one man to the next as they both slowly approached; clearly stricken with fear from who they faced. The man on the left clutching the pipe in his grip shakily while the man on the right looked around for something to use in the fight against their would be captor, Kiyomi just watching the men without making any moves. As if she'd some how turned to a statue, but really she was waiting for one of them to make a mistake.
"You can give up now, if you'd like. . ." She mused before the man with the pipe mustered up the bravery to swing the weapon down onto the woman's head, only for her to tilt her body and watch the instrument float past her and to the floor; where he'd also ended up from misplacing his balance during the swing. Looking down at him and shaking her head in mock disappointment, she raised her right leg high into the air over her head easily while sighing. "Or not."
The foot that loomed dangerously over the man crashed down now on his head leaving him an unconscious mess on the ground while she brought her leg back to the floor and cracked her neck. That smirk that once rested on her face now returning as she lowered her stance and got ready to charge at the last man.
Post by Kiyomi Tenma on May 19, 2023 22:20:31 GMT -6
A golden branch with jaded leaves.
Moonlight glistened off the weapons black scabbard, Kiyomi lurching through the air to seemingly tackle the man but instead she would find her hand on the ground. Only a few feet from the man, the woman was opening her legs into a split and twirling forward as if to kick the man in the face. Though when he ducked out of the way she smirked and pushed herself from her handstand volley kick, shifting her weight into her left arm and driving it upward. A clean uppercut that caused the man to fly into the air, slam into the ceiling of the house and fall back down onto the ground soundless and sleep.
Kiyomi would stand to her full height now and sigh before brushing off her hands in a smooth, slow clap before walking over to the door and opening it for her doppelganger. The second woman shaking her head as she dragged the men's bodies to the door and tossed them over the threshold, splattering them over the floor. The men groaned a bit in their slumber before going back to being as lifeless as before, the original looking to the two men before retracting her own rope for tying up the criminals.
It didn't take long with the combined efforts of her clone, eventually tying the men up in two pairs and a singlet; securely bound and ready for transport. It was then that Kiyomi dispersed her technique, the copy of herself disappearing in a small puddle of water that washed over a small space on the wooden floor. Her blue eyes trailing the pattern before catching wind of the shinobi police forces arriving, the cacophony of rushing footsteps breaking the foliage on their way up the yard.
Post by Kiyomi Tenma on May 22, 2023 17:58:25 GMT -6
A golden branch with jaded leaves.
It didn't take long before the law enforcers were entering the home to the display of the jounin's work, a few gasping at the cracked ceiling and shattered table. The mere sight suggesting that she hadn't exactly pulled her punches when it came down to it, and their weapons were all placed into a neat pile, all facing parallel to one another and easily accessible for their retrieval and confiscation. All the while the woman would crack her neck and yawn a bit while moving her weapon back to her hip and reattaching it to it's respective holster. Fortunately for these fools she hadn't been allowed to take their lives and while she didn't take joy in it, it seemed only fair for what these men had decided to do with their lives.
Not that all thieves were bad people per say, they simply made a choice and those came with appropriate consequences. In a shinobi village one would expect to be dealt with accordingly but sometimes the kage was lenient and she could understand him at times. Though had it been her choice, well... some things didn't need to be explained.
Still, she would give her fair wells and collect the debt she was owed for the task, a sack of ryo and smiles as the men were stood to their feet and walked out of the home. Of course she would wait for them to transport the men so that she could be there for the interrogation, seeing as how this was supposed to be part of some bigger play. Maybe the police force didn't have much time to deal with the matter but she would personally make sure that it was sorted out, even if it meant taking some time away from 'more important' duties.
What she was doing now would put an end to minor inconveniences escalating into full out problems. It's what she believed her mother would of done, and now she would lead by the example with which she hoped to set for the other shinobi of Konoha who decided she was worth keeping an eye on.