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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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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.