MISSION TIME [Kumo genin]

Missions:

Handseals slowly slid into motion, Forming different creations utilizing different finger movements. Handseals were most commonly utilized in what many know to be as Ninjutsu. Ninjutsu was the ability to produce different effects through the use of chakra. An example would be the ability to produce water in a manner that water is not used to. Creating clones and prisons of water without anything to keep the water in this solidified form. This is due to chakra being the hidden ingrediant. Chakra the main battle source for every shinobi. Being the greatest source of power but also the greatest weakness.

The shinobi whom was currently acting like the lord and saviour of a made up belief from a book created by roughly forty different people was one whom utilized chakra. You realize what this meant. Jesus Christ was a ninja. Perhaps even the sage of sixth paths?. Jake Haruno a member of the Haruno clan was one who loved the soft blow of the wind well even wind in all its different forms. He held this element as his own. Through the combination of chakra manipulation Jake would be capable of creating many different forms that can be harnessed with the lement known as Wind Release. He held no kekki genkai unlike many ninja though was using a unique form battle via summonings. Today though he was going to be focusing on training wind jutsu.

He usually trained his fuuton or other forms of jutsu, Having abilities in summoning, ninjutsu bukijutsu and sensory. Though his training would be cut short as his mind flew to what he was supposed to be doing, Today was the day that he was supposed to meet his team mates. it had been noted that his sensei would not be joining though they had each recieved scrolls detailing the information, meeting point and job requests. They were to meet at the Raikage building in exactly ten minutes. With his gear all in place the young shinobi would with a large grin head in that direction.

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Ryan sat at home, being a bum. Lately his training hadn't played off too much and it was beginning to frustrate him to the point where he wished to take a break. Though he knew it wasn't what was best for him, his adolescent mind told him that simple procrastination was nothing to stress over. He could always become the Raikage some other time. However, his uncle would not stand for this. He forced him out of the house, commanding that missions be done. The only problem was, Kuraudo had been waiting to do missions until he mastered his first element. Though he needed a place to live, so he had no choice. He ventured toward the Raikage's place to look at the mission board.

On his way there he saw the usual villagers. He bought an icecream cone as a snack on the way. It was cold against his teeth and he developed a crushing pressure within his mind after eating it too fast. Though it made his skin tingle; this reminded him that he could practice his lightning affinity on the way. As he walked he kept his hand outstretched, focusing his Chakra in his palm. He tried to make it vibrate, but it didn't seem to move fast enough. He felt as though he would never get the hang of it. Thankfully, due to his uncle cramming ideology down his throat, he knew that giving up on his dream would only cause more disappointment within himself. He refused to back down. He stated into his palm as if he was going to burn a hole into it. Maybe doing these simple missions would help him mentally. He needed some sort of mental confirmation.

Kuro had the Raikages building in his sites when he noticed someone else standing outside of it. It was a man who seemed very brightly colored. He had red hair, red eyes and most of his clothes were red too. 'He must really like the color,' Kuro thought to himself. He wasn't particularly tall, though he was somewhat skinnier than most of the men Kuraudo saw within Kumagakure. His size itself seemed rather subtle in fact, much like his own.

Kuraudo decided to approach him, seeing as how generally the flashy people are important. He walked forward slowly, lowered his scarf from his mouth and simply said "Is this the Raikage's office?" Of course he knew it was, but he simply meant to make conversation with this bright man.

The orange star had risen, and shared it’s rays with the Land of Lightning giving warmth. The sun, had was gathered by a family of clouds like all ways hence the name The Hidden Cloud Village. The wafts flow was graceful, and soft blowing gently around majority of Kumogakure. As it continued the performance it had awoken the corpse of a shinobi, Wahyu Majin also known as The Djinn. Wahyu’s body began to resuscitate, as his body was returned to land of living. He arose from his body bag with his tanned flesh exposed to oblivious eyes of the world. He was alone like always even in a new home, he had no one, and he liked it that way. Unfortunately, people don’t always get what they want in this world, and that was just cruel. All the underling wanted was to be left alone, but that could never happen, not with something like him. Wahyu erected himself to both legs, as he began to merge with his garments. His mouth covered in ebony, along with most of his being. His hair was parted slightly as he took the purple ash, and began to wrap the cloth around his waist, as he continued to re-robe he could hear the residents beginning their own adventure just like Wahyu. Today was a new chapter in his life the Majin had been assigned to a cell with two other genin, and the Lightning Shadow himself.  This would be his first official squad since his time in Sunagakure, were he was placed onto another person’s platoon until they could find someone willing to deal with him.  Lacing the prayer beads around his neck The Djinn began his slight with a few paces close to edge. He had slept outside upon the Raikage’s Head Quarter’s Rooftop. It was peaceful, and he had yet to be bothered by anyone or anything, hopefully that didn’t change.


The time had approached 6:50 am, and he was supposed to rendezvous with his peers. He began to spectate the landscape of Kumogakure, it wasn’t as alluring as Konoha, but it was more refined, than Sunagakure that’s for sure. Wahyu leapt from the roof top, and began his decent downward as he molded chakra into the bottom of his boots. Each step he took he continued to flow chakra into the soles of his shoes. Basic chakra control training for academy and genin while how each society of ninja did it a bit differently, the results were all the same. As he finally made his way down the estate he walked towards the peers who seemed to be viewing the layout of the building, he soon realized they were simply chit chatting. A task he had no intention of getting involved in he simply stayed stray from the pack, as his legs gave way, and his body collapsed once more, driving his face into the earth itself, his body began to twitch, and shake, until he no longer continued to move. His body was not breathless, but he entered the realm of the dead once more. Wahyu Majin, had once again fallen asleep. His body flat upon the cobble stone about twenty-nine meters away from the youth of Kumo.

Kuraudo wasn't exactly sure what happened before his very eyes. Everything was loud for a moment as a massive crowd sprinted past him, leaving many on the ground with minor injuries. It seemed to have all happened within a single second, though after that second seemed like an eternity. As Jake ran to the body, Kuro followed in his footsteps, deciding to take a further look for himself. Before Jake reached down to pick up the corpse, Kuraudo abrubtly shouted, "DON'T DO THAT!". He wasn't much of a doctor but he did know that if the body was moved by an amateur it could potentially put him in further harm. The safest thing to do would be to call a team of medical nin to assess the situation rather than leave it in the hands of two mere Genin.

Kuro was nearly to the point of shouting for assistance when he noticed something was wrong. Something didn't seem right... No... something smelled strange. The body before him didn't smell of iron, as most bloodsoaked items would. It smelled more of... Teriyaki? That couldn't be right. "Jake... does something seem a bit strange about this person to you? Don't you notice that aroma?" It smelled just like mom's cooking...

Wahyu could hear the audio from the orgy of footsteps surrounding his carcass. He had been a form of interest, and entertainment as the screams from vixens rang through his ears. His rest was intercepted by a flow of voices each sound giving off a type of emotion. Fright, suspense, delusions, as they were very common for something as uncommon as a dead body. Wahyu pushed his palms against the earth, and began rising to his feet. He had noticed his container of sweet and sour sauce had branded the streets with it's scarlet essence.  The audience were in shock, and the boy displayed no concern for the mob of peasants around him. His uniform completely clean, albeit a little dusty was quickly dusted off with both of his hands. As he began to sway, left and right Wahyu departed on his way towards the mission board where the two genin had once stood. As he walked his head slumped a bit.  His eyes slowly shed the cover of darkness from his view, and he glanced at the assignments.

"No....more....darkness...it's..gone..."

He mouthed lowly to himself. The genin who had caused slight panic had a strong sense of vigor, and simply looked blankly at two boys who now stood 25 meters east of his direction. He said nothing, and only held still while his gaze viewed them with no interest, and no form of communication he just watched them.

Yami awoke a while away. He had just gotten up, but decided to head out on some missions. He got dressed, ate some smore poptarts and flung himself at high speeds through the window. He would stop once he got near the board and saw a crowd of people, and what appeared to be a corpse. He moves towards the crowd, seeing Jake Haruno, a familiar face. When he got close, and heard Jake was about to take him to the hospital, he facepalmed. "Jake don't take him to a hospital. It's not blood...it's way too thick, plus it's not as dark as blood. Also either he lives on steak and ribs, or this is hot sauce, I'll let you guess which." He said, sighing. Seriously even his sister could tell that and she had no medical knowledge. "Still...this is weird as hell." He pointed out. A person asleep in the middle of Kumo, and covered in sauce for no reason. "You guys curious too?" He asked, to see if he should continue or not.

While he wasn't generally one to interject or invite himself into an expedition, Kuraudo still had no squad or teammates or even mission experience. Jake and the one called Yami seemed to know what was going on. Kuro needed someone with the knowhow, he needed some intel. The academy hadn't fully prepared him to be a solo ninja, seeing as most Genin have a reprimanded squad from day one. He was a bit of a loner in this sense, though not by choice. Maybe if he was as polite as possible, they would let him tag along. The duo seemed friendly enough. And the other, who Kuro had not acquired the name of, seemed too tired to mind.

Kuraudo walked a short distance, up to Jake, before asking. "This might be a bit much to ask, but I was wondering if you might need an extra hand in your missions today?" He put on a pair of shining eyes to back his proposal. His hair flowed softly in the wind as he waited for an answer. His skin tingled with giddy and nerves as he awaited an answer from one of the pair. He wasn't really sure which of the two took the more leadering position, though from the looks of things it was Jake, as his impulse drove him to try to save the falling ninja.

Wahyu's left, and right palm began to outreach for the mission notice board. As there weren't any high rank missions posted besides simple D-Rank ones, and a few help wanted ads. The Majin Shinobi began to sway with each step before pausing about half a meter between Yami Uchiha, and the Orange haired Shinobi, Jake Haruno and the final member of the quad, Kuraudo. With haste The Djinn removed three pouches of sauce, and offered them to each one of the males that stood before him. Wahyu need money, and missions were the perfect platform to begin to gather currency.

"Wahyu...will...go...too"

He stated as his eyes did not meet the ones around him. His head was lowered, with his back straightened. The wind blew gently pushing his purple sash in the opposite direction of the east. The dark skinned shinobi didn't move his anatomy he only spoke to himself, in order to have a conference with his mind.

"Death...Darkness...Alone..."

He muttered to himself, no one could truly understand, Wahyu, but he sure as hell wasn't giving the group a pep talk.

"Yeah, I'm ready, and news on Akimichi? Sadly, no." He said with a smile, then heard the other man. He asked if he could join them. Yami pondered for a bit then shurgged. "I don't have a problem with it. You Jake?" He asked, looking at him before seeing a strange one, speaking in third person, and handing them... sauce pouches? Weird but, okay. "Okay....wait...Wahyu. You're the third member of our squad, and from Suna too." He said with a grin, putting his hands out to see if they all would fist bump. Finally, another genin from Suna. They should be great friends in this case. "Team er....whatever number we are and......er...I'll get your name later, is about to start their training." He said, loving the sound of that. (yall mind waiting a  bit till I get something I have planned done with >.< sorry for being a pain but this could influence my character majorly) ( sorry about that Jake)

Kuraudo considered the options given. The wind whistled through his hair as he scratched the back of his head with a concentrated look on his face. It seemed as if Jake and Yami were good friends. They would probably like to spend a bit of time alone together, and Kuraudo would like to make friends of his own, though this Wahyu person seemed strange as he referred to himself in third person. At first glance, he was easily passable as a zombie. Kuraudo silently shamed himself for being so judgmental of others before offering his opinion on the situation.

"I think we should split into two groups, that way we'll finish the missions faster. Thougg , we should all come together and complete the most time consuming mission together. Which one might that be?" Kuraudo asked curiously. He hoped the others would agree with his suggestion, though he was more than flexible and didn't have to have it his way. He was more than open to other suggestions, seeing as he was the outsider of the group.

Wahyu left hand erected as he attempted to replicate the actions of Kuraudo. Djinn placed his right hand upon the back of his own crown, and began to lightly scratch the sky blue colored locks of his. His face began a alter, as, if he trying to show that he was concentrating like his peer, but this shinobi was no good with expressing his action via emotion. He simply upheld his right finger, and drove it directly through the piece of paper, Jake Haruno had held in palms.

"Wahyu...and Lord Mask...Park..."

He stated, giving indication that he would be willing to become the toter tipper. He then poked a secondary hole inside the document. Landing directly on the line with vandalism in it's description. The Majin soon closed his fist, and made a link to his peer from, Suna confirming the assignments in a fist bump. He nodded his head up, and down a twice, before he stopped. His eyes narrowed towards, Jakes's own optics wondering what his answer to his proposal might become.

The young male would be shocked, It would seem that Yami and the other genin Ryan had vanished, PERHAPS they were going to carry out the missions. This would leave Jake with the rather strange looking male whom he was completely wigged out about. But he had been raised to always treat people like you themselves wanted to be treated. With this Jake was bout to say something yet it came out as "Cats"...If you followed his eye sight, Jake had found the three cats described......Fate had allowed these cats to come out and begin to lick the sweet and sour sauce that had been tipped over when the strange man fell asleep, It would seem people had some misconception about felines. Yes they can be incredibly timid and may flee, but these felines like many others are incredibly friendly and did not bother moving away from the sauce when Jake approached. In one scoop he would pick them up much to there annoyance yet they did not scratch. Being a cat person himself Jake was only to happy to bury his head in to the cushion pile of kitties. "Come on lets get these three home" he would say to his new team mate.

He needed to get these missions completed, He had training to do thus his demeanour would change. "No more pissing about, Our sensei expects these missions to be completed and we are going to do it" he said. He would head in the direction of the house, the lady was well known and when he approached the house she screamed in delight as the shinobi was let into the house. Dropping the cats in the house they would meow as the woman dove on them for super cuddles....no wonder the warning stated they become aggressive to females. Yet they seemed to love the male Jake. Knowing Wayhu he would be off in his own little world which may in the long run get on his nerves. Right now the strange oddity of the man was amusing him. "To the park" Jake would state as he headed in the direction making sure to wait for his team mate.

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Jake as well as Wahyu had noticed that their peers had split from the core. As Yami, and Lord Mask were bisecting themselves apart from their group, Jake’s eye sight caught a glimpse of their first mark. A trio of kitten had seemed to be temporary replacements to their cell. Each pussy seemed to have a different shade of color. An orange male, a white female, and a black male it seemed as if they were simply no more than three weeks old.  They seemed to be lingering around the reddish orange goop that came from Wahyu’s arsenal. Each stroke of their tongues gathered a dollop of sweet and sour sauce. Jake Haruno.

“Cats”

Jake leaned over with his left and right arms open to quickly scoop them up into his grasp. As he did so Wahyu said the words out loud to try to comprehend the creatures.

“C-Cats.”

Wahyu stated as he noticed his team mate had nuzzled his skull into the liter of felines. Wahyu watched with interest until Jake began his migration on foot in the opposite direction of the assignment board. It was rather early, and the two had already begun completion of the task. As they arrived at the door, Wahyu’s left index finger rang the doorbell as, Jake continued to shelter the moggies in his clasp. As soon as he used the alerting device an elderly woman open the door to invite them in. Wahyu’s face remained expressionless as the lady screamed at them with delight. The genin tilted his head to the right side.  She began to snuggle them death placing her bosoms upon their heads. Jake seemed to exit the house swiftly, and Wahyu would soon follow lead. The young genin placed his right palm inside of his pocket to pull out a packet of sweet sour sauce. He screamed at the woman mimicking her howl of delight while shoving the flavor packet between her cleavage. Wahyu removed his presence from her sight as he spoke to Jake once again.

“Cats”

He stated as he walked beside him. Taking the lead once again Jake informed The Djinn of the importance of the mission while also the necessity of finishing them. Wahyu looked at his own crotch as the red head began his slight. Wahyu was slightly confused he hadn’t pissed on anything, and nor was he wet. He turned his head to the right as he noticed the boy had halted his pursuit so Wahyu could join him.

“To the Park”

Wahyu nodded as he ran towards, Jake with the intent on beating him to the destination.

"First lets pick up the delivaries, We can deliver them around town as we head to the park" jake would shout at Wahyu, "Take a left" he would shout as he allowed the boy to pass him. Hopefully Wahyu would listen for Jake would slide down the corner and head in the direction of the large vegetable and fruit stand, Nodding as he was given the large bag filled with boxes of orders and a note. He hoped Wahyu would understand that he to was to pick up a bag of boxes and hand them to the approproiate addresses. "Ok, lets do this we meet at the park" he shouted to Wahy as he headed in the direction his slip stated he was supposed to go. It was simple routes nothing extravagant and one was trying to go as fast as possible. It would be an easy route to take and within 30 minutes he was finsihed he would hand the bag back and recieve his reward and would proceed to rush to the park.

Upon arriving at the park he was shocked to find that it had been vandalised, Glass littered the area, rubbish flew by and to make matters worse some little fucker was in broad daylight vandalising it with spray paint. Some giant eye or someshit. Well fuck this bull shit, The males hand would move and the throwing stars would be launched. Strikign into the baggy parts of the clothing not striking skin the young tagger would be stuck to the wall. He would take the kid to the cops once the park was cleaned.


[sorry for the crappy post, i wanna get te D-ranks done ASAP so we can do the C-ranks]

(Don't worry about it. Lets go get that title and that money. As we have a discount we are on overkill so we I don't mind)

Wahyu had arrived about twelve seconds ahead of his peer, Jake Haruno. His eyes glazed over the many ethnic fruits and vegetables. He stared at them very blankly, until a young boy about his age came around the fruit cart. Wahyu held open his paws, and the adolencenst placed an apple in his hand. Wahyu spoke to him shortly as, Jake had briefed the Majin about his task. Wahyu bobbled his head once before sinking his teeth into the flesh of the fruit.

“Bag…”

Wahyu stated, as the boy said nothing but simply acknowledged, the boys request as Wahyu shoved the apple between his top, and bottom row of teeth. His task had just begun, Wahyu turned to the orange haired shinobi who had released his flying stars at an individual, Wahyu could hear the sound of the stars teeth rip into the clothing.
Wahyu held the box under one arm, and began to head the opposite way of his team mate. He knew a shortcut so Wahyu crossed under a bridge with the items of produced tucked safely under his pit. He was walking upon the steady stream of water  migrating under the shade of the bridge, to avoid any impediment upon his journey. Wahyu had arrived at  the police station where the packaged assignment was to be delivered.  

“Go…to…park…help…”

Wahyu stated as the young officers followed, Wahyu to the area of where the harassment, and vandals had been captured. Wahyu waved his right palm in the air signaling, Haruno that the task is complete. Wahyu two hours had gone by before the task of sanitation had been accomplished. The Djinn simply gave, Jake a packet of soy sauce.

“Go…School”

Wahyu said as he began his walk against the cobble stones leading back to his former place of learning. The shinobi would wait for, Jake before he entered the educational grounds.

The Haruno male would simply watch as the police carted the suspect away. Smiling gently as he watched Wahyu begin the slow taks of cleaning the park. Now he wasn't one to be lazy but Jake hated cleaning more than he hated spiders. THAT WAS FUCKING LOADS. so as Wahyu did the job he would occassionally toss the odd piece of glass into the rubbish. Two hours later Jake would nod at a job well done. the park was all nice looking. But before he could say anything his team mate had already ordered them to start the next mission. Smiling as he walked behind Wahyhu he was impressed. For such a strange guy he had a determined brain. Though the way he showed it was much stranger than anyone else Jake had met.

He would nod to Wahyhu as they entered the school each were to take a different class as they required only one ninja. Seeing as two showed up they decided to split the shinobi up. Giving his team mate a wave the red head would take class room E. It would be boring but the kids loved it. He would run through cautions and rules and regulations before perfoming the required E-rank level jutsu that each academy student was forced to learn .When complete he would head outside wondering if Wahyu was finished. If or when he was Jake would smile at him and say "Good Job man, Same time tomorrow, we can do some higher ups. I gotta go" with a smile he would dart in one direction back home

The reason he had wanted to head off was to get in a jutsu practice. He had previously been working on the technique known as Wind Release: Great break through, it was a simple technique for one whom had great mastery over the winds. Thus the bursts and directional movements were simple for the genin. He had yet another technique added to his arsenal.


Wind release great breathtrhough [500/500]
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[sorry its so rubbish but le D-ranks be finished !!!

(Don't worry about it}


Wahyu watched Jake Haruno step into the portal, no sooner as he stepped through the dimension the gateway closed behind him. He was now locked in mortal combat with children ages 5 and up. He was to demonstrate the proper, and basic techniques a shinobi should have. Wahyu’s left palm jiggled the brass doorknob letting it free from the latches of the door frame. Wahyu stepped into the realm he looked at all the peering eyes before him. As he stepped upon the platform the professor introduced, Wahyu to the class. The genin began weaving handsigns producing various patterns to show the design of the jutsu. He stared with some of the most basic jutsu, and proceed to preform chakra walking upon the walls. He now stood upside down, and began to preform another jutsu. He gave birth to a mirrored image of their professor as his last basic jutsu. He released the chakra from his heels landing upon his feet quickly as he turned, and tucked his body. He landed upon the wooden platform. He molded his chakra once more to grant visuals of the jutsu he had gifted life to. He showed them the Haze Clone jutsu. With that the young Majin, bowed with his left hand behind his back styling the ram sign, and vanished in a puff of white smoke.
Wahyu had left the building as he appeared upon the roof of the school top he watched his team mate exit the dudgeon of knowledge. Jake greeted him, and gave proper praise to his achievements. Wahyu tilted his head, and stared at the red headed shinobi.

“The Darkness Calls.. Wahyu..”


He stated as he resumed his  religious regiment. Wahyu preformed one last jutsu giving birth to his demon, to roam the lands until his body had shutdown, as he began to sleep standing up on the rooftop.  The Djinn was soundly dreaming once more.
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