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.
Name: Who's The Boss? Rank: D Repeatable: Once per PC Description: The civilians living outside of Kirigakure aren't convinced that their shinobi are powerful enough to protect them from an outside invasion. With the Kirigakure forces having barely established themselves, the citizens of Hi no Kuni are beginning to lose faith. Objective: Head outside of Kirigakure, and show the citizens living in small forts just how powerful our shinobi are. Reward: 100 EXP and 10,000 Ryo
“We heard there is only 3 of you shinobi in all of Kirigakure!”
“Yea!”
“Only 3!? & they think they can protect the whole nation? That’s ridiculous!”
“Look, it’s true; they only sent 1 here– and he’s a damn kid.”
“We could probably whoop his ass. He all little!”
The words from the crowd were like a toxin, crafted purposely and laced with poison, and yet, it was as if Itada had already been administered a vaccine or an antidote; he simply stood there, arms tucked beneath his cloak, unaffected by the threats and taunts they spewed his way. It almost made him chuckle a bit — for their insults would never be able to burn hotter than his fire style.
Initially, he would only respond with what seemed to be a cold, piercing stare; he was, however, demonstrating his analytical prowess, and had been doing so from the moment he arrived to the scene. It didn’t take long for him to pinpoint who seemed to be the toughest, and most likely the one spreading false information about the military strength of the village.
Itada could have probably ended the situation quickly by showing just the one guy why the Land of Water could be entrusted to the Hidden Mist, but he had a different idea; he would challenge the lot of them so in the end there would no question about the capabilities of the village.
“Apologies - but, I strongly urge that you reconsider.”
He was more often than not kind and respectful in his speech.
“It wouldn’t take much effort for me to defeat you all.”
Kind did not mean weak - the poison he’d taken moments before, regurgitated and spit back at the men before him.
Post by Sōsuke, Itada on Jun 14, 2023 13:46:36 GMT -6
In his own mind, the art of deception was a powerful skill to possess, and he could see the advantages in keeping the true strength of the village a secret – unfortunately, the Mizukage did not – and so, he was here, in the middle of a marketplace of a small town some distance southwest of the village.
Itada used to visit this place often as a kid, accompanying his father as he completed errands and deliveries to and from the village. He could remember the ramen shop they seemed to always eat at, and the well just behind the field on the southern border of town, and even the gardener, who’d always sent them home with fresh produce and flowers for his mother.
Regardless, it seemed like the times had changed.
The back and forth between the denizens of the town and the kiri shinobi would cease as two men rushed forth, one throwing a simple jab and the other, a hook. As a combatant himself, Itada could appreciate the conjoined attacks. It would force him to react to both strikes, and from a strategic standpoint should have, and would have, worked, but the Uchiha was no amateur.
Even without the fabled eyes of his kekkei genkai, the two men moved like snails before him.
Despite his size, and age, he was a Jounin of Kirigakure. Had these people really forgotten the strength of the Hidden Mist? Did they not remember the crater left in Mochizuki’s wake?
Post by Sōsuke, Itada on Jun 14, 2023 13:51:15 GMT -6
It would seem so, the two men showing no hesitation in assaulting a member of the kiri regime. Fortunately, it was Itada they had come across, who did care much for strangers, but was ultimately kind at heart; they were foolish, yes, but Kirigakure would need their resources to further fuel the economy.
And so, he’d leave them with their lives — certain they’d spread word of the hellish display Itada would show them today.
As rumors circulated through the grapevine, it even might have been told that there was second demon hidden in the mist.
Both men attacks would strike true and the jounin would fall, and for a split-second they began to celebrate until the silhouette of the Uchiha began to disperse and fade away. Confused, all spectators look around anxiously, the two men even more-so; they’d likely never fought a shinobi before, and with no knowledge of chakra and its working, had fallen for the Uchiha’s very basic clone technique.
Upon catching sight of Itada since his dissapearing, in which he was behind the two men 10ft, his hands in the shape of a tiger, having already completed the seal sequence for one of his coveted katon ninjutsu.
His eyes narrowed as he brought his right hand up over his mouth, as common with fire style, and aimed his technique— a massive gout of flame erupted from the Uchiha’s mouth, pointed toward the sky above. Utilizing his skill with ninjutsu(2), he amplified the technique past its’ normal parameters extending the size of the flames by an additional three meters.
To the crowd — he looked like a dragon.
That was the last they’d see of him, only memory, aside from the fire, was the last words they all could recall hearing, a sentiment from the Village Hidden in the Mist.