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Test Drive Post!
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| Okay everyone, it's time to test some people out! The rules of the game are simple. You have a character you would like to try out as a native to the setting of this game. You want to see if this is the right setting to play said character in, right? Well, then all you have to do is drop them into this post as a top level comment with this as the header: Character name | Series (OC's just put Original here) | Planned Village Affiliation Then you comment around and play with everyone else! If you need some ideas on how to get started, you can drop your character in during the middle of a mission, have them at an eatery around their village, or maybe even just doing weapons practice. It's up to you how you want to set out, so feel free to put your characters in this version of the Naruto universe however it most seems appropriate. Just be sure to say where you put them somewhere in your post though, otherwise two people might not even be threading in the same country. One last thing! Remember that your character was born in this universe, so whatever else you decide, your character is a world native, even if they might be a tourist in the village you decided to test them out on. And that's it. Just be good to each other and have fun! Threads you do here can count toward future activity checks, so long as the person you're threading with gets in too. These threads can also be used for samples on your application.
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He almost ran headlong into the bubbles, but diverted his path at the last second. He recognized that jutsu, and could count on one hand the Kiri-nin who were known to use a Water release like that. And the number that would both run and attempt to use it to slow him down narrowed things down even further. He laughed as he called up some water clones to go tearing into the bubbles--to trigger them in case they're set to explode, of course--and contemplated again summoning Samehada to him. He probably would need the sword if his suspicions were correct.
But no, he'd wait until he had the other ninja in his sights first, and he could guess that the man was heading to an open space to prepare for a fight. That would be east, so he pushed himself faster, dashing over the roofs in the quickest path towards the forest he could see that way.
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He didn't regret not staying with Hotaru, playing at being 'master', but he did feel a stab of nostalgia for the time he spent on the mountain. There it was easy to forget just how often he came into conflict with that damn village when he was out and about.
He couldn't expect Kisame not to anticipate where he was going, but it was still the smartest and safest path to take. Doubling back, while potentially an option to allow him to escape by air, would be fatal if there were other shadow clones closing in behind him. Aside from that...people would get in the way if there were conflict in the town.
He grit his teeth in frustration. Escaping without utilizing that power would be...difficult.
It was impossible to say whether he made it out of the village before his pursuit, or whether the Monster of Kiri had passed him by and simply kept himself hidden in the path outside the village. The correct response was the same regardless, however: with a quick glance to ensure the civilians of the village didn't appear to be about to leave through this specific path, he transformed his run into a series of quick twirls, blowing out a swirl of bubbles around him that drifted out toward the trees and down the road in front of him (toward the village, however, they lazily drifted only to the border of the town).
Unlike the others he'd created, these ones were explosive. Without civilians nearby, he had far less chance of wasting chakra exploding bubbles on things that weren't actively attempting to kill him.
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He didn't have much hope of cutting off his prey, so he kept to the heights as he passed the buildings by and into the forest. His path was no longer straight now. It would meander to the unobservant, but was a decent and quick search pattern. The action was proven the best one when he spotted the spreading bubbles. A water clone and a boom later, and at least he knew which kind of bubbles these were.
Now, where was his prey? The bubbles were moving on a slowly expanding pattern so he was probably--there.
Kisame raised his voice as he sent out another clone to trigger the explosive bubbles. He could do this all day, literally. "You shouldn't have run from a shinobi, Utakata-san. You know it attracts our attention."
He wasn't close enough to be completely certain, but the man he could see in the distance fit the descriptions, and had the same jutsu. Kisame hoped so; he was looking forward to a challenging fight. And if he won, the bounty wouldn't be a bad thing to have.
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He walked backwards away from the edge of the village, eyes firmly on the approaching nin, but there remained a cushion of bubbles behind him -- a mix of explosive and sensory -- to prevent an easy attack from that direction. It didn't surprise him that Kisame would know his name. Anyone with a reputation like that would know of someone like him, even if he hadn't been on the mission to start with. That was why he'd chosen to run. Passing by him in the street and attempting to blend in with the crowd would only have ended with a sword in his back.
This might, too, but he preferred to plan on it not.
"Well..." His voice drifted up in the direction the other had come from, sounding lazy and almost unconcerned. "You know...I prefer to do whatever I feel like at the time, rather than worry about rules. Perhaps you should try."
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The conversational tone, he guessed was an attempt to get him off guard through anger, and Kisame hadn't been around as long as he had to fall for it. On the other hand, he couldn't exactly let the comment pass, even as he strained all his senses, looking for traps or Genjutsu.
"Kirigakure still has my loyalty, Utakata-san. I cannot be as free as you."
With that, he drew his sword. It was a beautiful blade, and perfectly forged. The best of the best work, and killing sharp, even from a distance. He looked down at it, and then grinned over the area. And in a spinning move, threw it, so that the blade twirled in horizontal arcs right toward Utakata.
What swordsman in his right mind would throw a sword? Well, one who needed his hands free to use the summoning scroll he carried to bring his true blade to himself. In a puff of smoke, the great blade Samehada was in his hands, and casually resting on one shoulder.
"I won't disrespect you by coming at you with anything less than my all. Now shall we?"
He didn't wait for a response and started charging across the space between them at full speed. He was counting on the clones he'd used and the sword throw itself to have taken care of most of the explosive bubbles.
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"I wonder if you'll say the same when it turns on you?" His master had personally turned on him, but then again his master was the embodiment of the village to him, as the village had intended, and then the village branded him a traitor and a murderer for something the beast inside him had done. If it turned on one of its treasures, it would inevitably turn on its tools. He had no interest in serving anything that saw its people as tools.
The spinning blade cut an explosive path so obvious that it was easy to sway aside and dodge it without even moving his feet. Behind him, several bubbles coalesced around it and engulfed it in potent acid, immediately beginning to eat away at the blade and handle. Just in case that was an attempt to lay some sort of trap behind him.
He grit his teeth in displeasure at the sight of one of the legendary swords (of course that would be present, though, he couldn't expect the Monster of Kiri to be far from it) and brought the wand to his mouth, summoning a new wave of bubbles in front of his (now rapidly) retreating form, these filled with acid and toxic gas.
"There's no need to put yourself out for me."
...No, he didn't really think he'd be able to talk the man out of attacking him, unfortunately.
He turned and sprinted down the path, rather than stand his ground against the sword. Against Kisame...there wasn't any way he would be able to avoid using at least a little of that power. Which was...frustrating. He hadn't needed to do that in years.
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On the other hand, Kisame was a Hoshigaki, and while this wasn't his preferred method to soak the battlefield, he could still use his chakra to create the water he needed. So out of his mouth shot a blast of water... aimed at the sword. After that, Kisame let the jutsu end, and another seal turned the water puddling on the ground into another pair of water clones. They converged on Utakata, doing their best to avoid the bubbles and attack.
"Aim your acid at me, Utakata-san, not the blade. You shouldn't disrespect a blade in that way."
Any further words were cut off by trying not to get hit by the bubbles. He could take the damage, certainly, and Samehada would repair it, but he wanted to give the sword a taste of the enemy's chakra first to make the sword more biddable.
And then Utakata was running. Of course. Kisame couldn't rush, not with those bubbles in the way, and the other man was quite speedy.
Maybe he could slow the man down a little with words while he got through the obstacle. "You say that as if it hadn't already! Where could I go, Utakata-san? I don't drift well."
Uncomfortably close to the truth that he should not be spreading, but it might bring a pause, and who would believe a missing-nin anyway?
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Unexpected, that. "Bubbles are drawn to wet surfaces. I can't really help if your blade draws them when it's wet." That's a lie, but true of bubbles that weren't his, so perhaps his opponent would believe that he had less control of them than he truly did.
It was a minor thing, but any advantage was necessary, at the moment.
Although it might appear that he slowed at those words of Kisame's, it was for a good reason. He could only go so fast and secrete enough acidic ooze on the ground to stick someone Kisame's size, and it needed not to be too much or it wouldn't do its job, as it would be visible and obvious. If Kisame believed it was due to the words instead, though, more's the better.
"We learn to drift with practice." He glanced over his shoulder to observe the man as he moved. His bubbles would have kept him informed enough of the man's position, but...call him curious of the man's expression. Expressions told more truths than words, anyway.
After a moment of judging distance, he spun on his heel and stepped back onto one of his bubbles. Rather than bursting, it simply engulfed him and floated into the air. For the moment, his momentum carried the bubble backward as well at a fair pace. The concept some had that he could only float at the speed of the breeze was, obviously, wrong. If he was willing to expend the chakra to move the bubble on his own, he could move at a much more efficient speed. It wasn't the speed of his sprint, but with most shinobi, a flight through the air was usually more effective than hoping that they lacked the sensory abilities to track him in the forests.
For the clones that were closest to him...he snapped his fingers, setting off half of the bubbles at once in a grand explosion. The others, nearer to who he believed to be the original Kisame, remained as obstacles, but as for clones...he hoped that would at least prevent them from reaching him before he was too far into the sky for most jutsu to affect.
Once he was no longer sprinting, his voice returned to that same lax, conversational tone as he called out to the shark. "Even if it's drifting, a life full of honest threats of death is better than a life full of people pretending to care only as long as it takes to discard you. Don't you think?"
Well, perhaps it was only him...but at least he had his freedom, and no 'master's to betray him.
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And the fact that Utakata would sacrifice so much of his defense just for a pair of clones put Kisame on edge. There must be a trap somewhere, but where? In what could be taken as frustration he swiped Samehada at some of the bubbles. It wasn't nearly as effective as it would be before the chakra was molded into a technique, but there would still be chakra there for Samehada to taste.
He had to push himself backwards when one exploded, and Samehada wailed and shredded the bandages when another splashed acid, but really it was nothing worse than what he'd expected. Now that Samehada had had a taste, maybe he could afford to stay a little farther back; let the man's guard come down while he allowed Samehada to track the chakra and wait until an opportune moment to spring a trap and capture.
The blade grumbled again, mouth coming open, and Kisame shook his head at it. "I apologize for the acid, eh? But I'll take care of you later. First let's catch this one."
That made the sword brighten and gurgle more happily, and Kisame turned his attention to the retreating bubble, resting the now not very sword-like thing on his shoulder.
"They only care about my usefulness as a weapon for Kiri, Utakata-san. I have never imagined otherwise, not even of my own master. My mistake was trusting him to be Kiri's weapon as well and falling prey to the lies. And every blade needs a wielder, no matter how negligent, even my Samehada. No, I could not learn to drift like you. There may be somewhere out there that could wield me as I should be, but until then, Kiri will have my loyalty."
It was almost satisfying to say it out loud, because it was true. Disturbingly true, because a good shinobi didn't think that way of his village, but Kisame wasn't going to take it back, and the first statement had gotten a reaction.