Taken aback by light purple eyes staring back at him, Nanyo hadn't the strength to weld a blade. His shaky hand dropping his Ukyo Mizo to the ground. He was in no condition to fight, weak from defeat earlier, and weary from walking hours. Collapsing to one knee before the gate guard. Nanyo's plans becoming just another premonition.
".."
Stoic and proud as always, The Uchiha boy couldn't bring himself to speak his needs. He'd much rather take something by the blade than shame himself and ask for help. Pride was always his down fall. But now he had no choice.
Bleeding and at a lose for breath Nanyo would look forward toward the gate guard, locking eyes with her.
"I am a bandit! And I require all of your medical supplies!"
The boy would shout. He cared little for the reaction of the gate guard. Staggering back to his feet, Nanyo's family crest would be visible through the light armor he was wearing.
The Uchiha Clan, a war fan that many knew well. The young boy refused to shame himself and the symbol that he wore on his garbs. Clutching his blade, Nanyo would clutch his pride as a warrior. Bringing his hand to his face the proud uchiha would raise a single tiger seal.
"As a shinobi, I expect no quarter from you. As a bandit, I leave you no choice!"
The look of intensity in the boy's eyes would be the catalyst for his genjutsu technique. Nanyo wasn't a fool, though he seemed like it. He took any opportunity he had in order to be successful in his endeavors, that's how he survived in this life for so long. Taking this opportunity he would use his dirty reflection technique, and attempt to blind the woman staring at him, angling his blade to shine light directly in his eyes.
If she were blinded, and Nanyo fast enough Nanyo would have enough time to use the lightning transformation jutsu. Allowing the wounded boy to transform into a beam of lightning, jolting behind the woman.
It was at this time his Genjutsu should begin to take effect. Creating an illusion of Nanyo stabbing her in the back with his blade.
When she would snap too, and If he was successful in his sneak attack. The beautiful eyed woman would awaken to the touch of cold steel against her throat. As Nanyo took her hostage.
Forgive me if this comes across as a little god-mody, I assume that I am attacking an NPC.
Novasse
โฐ Hidden Assassin Technique [ Hitoshirenu Shikaku no Jutsu ] โฐRank: C โฐPrimary Sense: Sight โฐAdditional Senses: Touch, Sound โฐBase Duration: 2 Posts โฐUpkeep: 10 Chakra โฐTrigger: Handseal โฐSource: Clone โฐStatus Effect: None โฐDescription: Upon casting this Genjutsu, the user seems to vanish in a puff of clouds. The user is actually still standing right where they were before, but the target cannot see them. However, an illusionary version of the user appears behind the target and rushes straight at the target with unbelievable speed, piercing the targetโs heart with a sharp object. Techniques Learned:
โข Illusory Prowess: This attribute allows any and all genjutsu to be cast through eye contact with the Uchiha. In addition, the genjutsu cast in this manner have the sight sense added to them at C Rank body. At S Rank body, the user's genjutsu are given the chakra sense. Also, mental stress or insanity can be added to any genjutsu cast through eye contact for an additional fifty percent chakra cost.
โฐ Dirty Reflection [ Japanese Name ] | Rank C | Training With proper training and time put in, the user has learned how to angle their blade so that each attack reflects light at the opponent. After each technique, light shines in the opponent's eyes and reduces their reflexes for that turn equal to the rank of the technique used by the practitioner.
โฐ Lightning Transformation [ Raikou Henge no Jutsu ] | Rank D When performing this skill, the user transforms into an extremely quick 'strand' of lightning. In this quick state, nothing is done slowly - everything is in a rush for the user. However, this strand of lightning is incapable of changing directions on its own. It can only change directions by bouncing off another object, such as a tree or a boulder, but the user is capable of bouncing off in any angle they wish to. The transformation automatically dissipates when the user makes contact with a living target: being in a state similar to lightning, the user plunges completely into their target, and ends up in their physical state on the other side of their opponent. In addition to giving the target a painful electrical shock, this skill may cause temporary paralysis [lasting one post]. Because of the fast speeds associated with this skill, the user will feel dizzy, confused, and often nauseous for some time afterward. This technique can be used in conjunction with other Jutsu, such as the Call of Lightning Technique, or the Lightning Clone Technique, to confuse the opponent. However, no skills can be used in this state. The user can dispel the technique at any time.
Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 10:40 pm
[For the record: 1.5 antnadoes, 7.5k normal black ants total, sealed in a scroll. 63 green giant ants sealed in Kagerou's chakra.]
The information that there was an unexpected visitor did not elicit a reaction from Kagerou. She made a mental note of it, certainly, but at this point, it wasn't a matter for her to rush into worrying about. "As long as you remember who you are..." Kagerou's voice drifted off into silence without finishing that statement. Instead, she proceeded to the next item on the agenda, "Okay then. Now... Let's get started. There's a long way to go on this path." Without further ado, she stood up and calmly motioned Akoto to follow her as she led the way to the dojo.
The first day would only be the start. In the following years, Akoto would go through progressively more difficult training. Unlike someone born into the clan who's methods she was trained with, however, she could stop at whatever point she deemed enough.
Kagerou, on the other hand, had no choice but to finish the training, or rather conditioning, she had left unfinished. Training Akoto had come with the cost of increasing interaction with her family, the art of owing and earning favors. If she continued being the "half-baked" Kiritani, there was no only so far her influence could reach even in the estate that had been given to her. Without enough influence, she could not protect Akoto. Besides, she couldn't simply watch idly as Akoto progressed further and further up. She had to be ready in case Akoto chose to reach all the way to the end. [18 sentences] [End narrative mission with Akoto]
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เฎ โช~โซ-~โซโชโซ~~-โชโชโซ โงc h a k r aโ โซโชโช-~~โซโชโซ~-โซ~โช เฎ Chakra Pool: 2575/2575 Stamina Pool: 2115/2115
The unblinking purple eyes were forced to close in the face of the blinding light. However, even then, she did not move. She knew what would come next. A part of her had been expecting it from the beginning. The lightning shot through the body of the girl and she was stunned standing straight. Not a trace of emotion, pain nor surprise, crossed her lightning framed face. She opened her eyes, casually glancing down at the illusion of being stabbed in the chest, figuring something was wrong when she remained standing after the attack. However, she still did not move, simply awaiting the end of all of these futile actions, which came when a chilling, familiar touch rested upon her slender throat.
No time was wasted. The moment Nanyo's blade touched the throat, while he was no doubt still affected by the disorientation of his earlier technique and perhaps putting forth all his effort just to create this facade of control, he would feel a p***k on his waist and then his world would fade to black.
When Nanyo would come to, he would find that he was laid neatly outside of the gates, which were once again closed. His wounds had been healed and it appeared whoever kicked him out took pity on him enough to provide him with a small sack of provisions.
He'd accomplished what he came here to do. Albeit, he had been unconscious for the entire time. Nonetheless, he had no further reason to stay.
That being said, no one was stopping him from trying to force entry and rob the estate again. The door was right there. Granted, said door was closed and locked with no one willing to open it from the inside like last time. He wasn't going to be able to just push on it and enter without saying anything like he had last time.
Could this be earth? Could this be light? Does this mean everything's going to be alright? These are the questions the young uchiha would ask himself coming too on the rough terrain of the forest floor.
For a moment he lay in silence believing he was truly dead. However he would quickly be reminded of the pain of existence. Placing a hand on his bruised ribs, Nanyo would sit upright.
"Why am I still alive? Why did she not kill me... Why did she waste her supplies on a rouge-ninja?"
Looking over at his Ukyo Mizo the blade would be sheathed properly and neatly placed at his side. Grabbing the handle of the blade Nanyo would suddenly feel a surge of embarrassment fall over him. See as an Uchiha, Nanyo was bound by honor. He would have rather death then charity.
Morally conflicted the boy would let out a long groan. The yin and yang within him doing battle. To simply cut his losses take what he was given and run would be the logical choice. But to stay apologize and make sure the kindness is received would be the honorable thing.
"You shame me with your pity!!!"
The boy would scream at the solid oak doors. Tears began to well up in his eyes. For as long as he can remember the shinobi world was dog eat dog. Disclosing the fact that he was a petty thief should have been cause enough for his head to roll, but to attack as well?!
For so long Nanyo had been guided by impulse, down a nihilistic path of self destruction. In a life filled with nothingness, all he had was the sword on his back, and the word to his pen. And if he lost his honor then he lost the word itself.
Dropping to his knees, the young bandit would begin to pray. Not out of gratitude, nor out of guilt, but out of respect. He would remain in this position for hours if need be. The Uchiha warfan on the back of his garb exposed to the light. Through tears you could hear the boy thanking the gatekeeper over and over again.
Title: Lasting Memory Information: Experiences which can never be forgotten, but the opposite of traumas. Events that are so joyous, so wholesome, they simply cannot be forgotten. Lasting Memories are often only made with those the user has bonded with. Be they family, friends, or others just as important. A Lasting Memory can be an overwhelming achievement such as becoming the first gladiator ever in a village to reach the top. These are moments and times you can feel genuine pride and joy in until your dying days.
Every post made leading up to or experiencing a genuine lasting memory rewards Ac equal to one's body rank plus [2], max . These events must have a lasting effect on a character in that these memories when mentioned are never to be forgotten and if they are forgotten will cause significant distress as if having a part of oneself missing.
Kagerou stared at the oaken doors. The eyebrows over her ever-present smile raised in amusement at the shouts that carried through over the walls. It had been a while since she last met such a... How to describe it... Such a standard Uchiha? Yes, standard Uchiha. It had been so long that not only was she pleasantly reminded of their existence, it was almost refreshing in its own ironic way.
"Please don't," Nanyo succinctly expressed her disapproval.
Kagerou succinctly understood she was disapproving of Kagerou bringing him in as yet another student, "I won't." She gave a short roll of her eyes. Bring in one student and they start worrying you're going to bring in a whole gaggle of them.
Since the patient had woken up without problems, Kagerou bid the gatekeeper farewell. There were still other matters she had to attend to while in the compound. A representative of the formerly Kirigakure Uchiha clan had arrived as a guest the other day, and she had an appointment to meet with him today to hash out some details with an individual he could feel comfortable with.
This was unfortunate for the boy stuck outside the gates. In Kagerou, Nanyo would have found kindness enough to be brought in once he'd dropped to his knees and started praying "arigato" over and over.
In the gatekeeper, however, there was nothing of that sort. She took his lack of knocking as a sign that he was content outside and remained on standby. Even when the sky grew overcast and rain started to fall, there was no sympathy. She didn't, however, forget Nanyo either. The girl left Nanyo alone at the gates for only a moment. She returned immediately after retrieving an umbrella for herself and, with it as a shield to keep the rain off of her silken kimono, she continued to wait for Nanyo to either leave or ask to come in.
If Kagerou hadn't found it odd to see the gatekeeper's figure standing out in the rain, she probably wouldn't have bothered checking again, and if she hadn't bothered checking again, then she probably would have never learned that Nanyo was still out there. Imagining how drenched he must be after an hour in the rain doing gods knows what, it was only natural for even her smile to freeze for a moment.
She gave a pleasant-sounding sigh. She still smiled even as her hand rubbed against her temples.
What could she say? Some shinobi... It wasn't like she could hate it, however.
Kagerou had brought an umbrella with her, so she didn't bother going back for one. She simply dismissed the guard, scolding her with a smile about getting a cold. The guard didn't leave immediately, though. She gave her assurance, but remained behind, and Kagerou, who had grown up with this other girl, knew that she wouldn't leave until everything was safe.
In this case, that meant after Kagerou invited the boy in because yes, of course, she wasn't going to let a kid stay kneeling out. In. The. Rain.
"It could be a trap," came the soft reminder.
"The Himawari is large and meant to catch the eye," Kagerou responded without breaking her stride, implying that whatever was here would not be of use in further endeavors even if this was a sly method to infiltrate the clan.
Once more, the entry to the Kiritani compound would open up for Nanyo. From the one door that creaked wide open, out would rush black shoes and white cargo pants. Looking up would reveal a black sweater that hugged the body, then the tips of green hair, then a smile, and then finally red eyes the same hue as a sharingan, yet weren't the sharingan. No, they couldn't be. They neither had the telltale tomoe nor glow.
The white umbrella would likely be the last thing he would notice, assuming a bottom to top inspection, and by that time, it would already be pushed over the top of Nanyo's body to keep it from getting drenched any further, even at the expense of the girl's body getting drenched in return. The scarlet eyes of the green haired girl shined with worry and yet, for the briefest of moments at the very beginning of the encounter, there was also a sharp, probing manner to their inspection before it was quickly withdrawn, the job of such a gaze down and out of fear that it would scare the subject. From the amiable smile came an invitation that conveyed the feelings behind that earlier gaze, "I would like to ask you why you felt compelled to kneel outside our gates for so long, but I believe we should get out of this rain first. Wouldn't you agree?". They were words softly spoken, then intent to harm nonexistent in their tone. Similarly, the sharp gaze earlier had been Kagerou assessing the medical state of a teen who had been just healed, still was a bit hurt, and had been kneeling in mud and rain ever since. Like... Him not getting hypothermia from all that was honestly really impressive in and of itself.
Rain poured down on the young lad, but he refused to budge even an instant, as hours passed the boy would become dirtier and dirtier, mud rubbing against his kneed and forehead.
However in an instant he would find himself sheltered from the rain. remaining on his knees he would look forward, noticing black boots off to the side of him. As the woman spoke, Nanyo dared not to make eye contact with her... For eye contact was the method in which he ensnared his victims into demonic illusions. For this person, they deserved better...
"..."
As the woman questioned him, Nanyo couldn't bring himself to speak. Or at least he couldn't find the answer. For a brief moment, both parties would remain silent within the inclement weather.
Suddenly he would rise standing at about the same height as the woman. Though he would intentionally look away. He carried a look of shame on his face, Nanyo was an outlaw and so long as you were not taking from your friends or your family all was fair game. So why did he feel so... bad?
"You would. Give me shelter, even after..."
For the first time Nanyo's eyes would meet her's for the first time. Her eyes were crimson... just like his.
Nanyo's sharingan had awaken, with one tiny tomoe in his eyes. It wasn't his first time, but the activation of the sharingan actually surprised the boy himself.
"Why? You should have just killed me."
The boy would proclaim in a daze. Without much else to say he would follow her where she proceeded to go. Nanyo was duty bound to see that her kindness was repaid.
[1] One-Tomoe Sharingan: Activated through a serious mental or physical situation / trauma. Often when loved ones or squadmates are brought close to death. ___Abilities: โข Hypnotism: Is able to suggest actions to unbound, non-shinobi animals. Common uses are sending messages. Also causes D-C Ranked wild creatures to be frozen in place with an image of the userโs sharingan imprinted over their eyes. The summoner can Kai this at one rank below the creature, from any distance. โข Insight: Confers a slight increase to reflexes, and the user can see muscle movements in an opponent more clearly. โข Mirroring: Able to, immediately, copy and replicate up to C Rank techniques and choose to retain them or not.Can retain up to five skills at this stage. โข Piercing: Can view chakra as a dull, but still colorful, glow. Genjutsu defense against genjutsu with the primary sense being vision is considered a rank higher.
HeadlessKoko
Title: Lasting Memory Information: Experiences which can never be forgotten, but the opposite of traumas. Events that are so joyous, so wholesome, they simply cannot be forgotten. Lasting Memories are often only made with those the user has bonded with. Be they family, friends, or others just as important. A Lasting Memory can be an overwhelming achievement such as becoming the first gladiator ever in a village to reach the top. These are moments and times you can feel genuine pride and joy in until your dying days.
Every post made leading up to or experiencing a genuine lasting memory rewards Ac equal to one's body rank plus [2], max . These events must have a lasting effect on a character in that these memories when mentioned are never to be forgotten and if they are forgotten will cause significant distress as if having a part of oneself missing.
Patiently, Kagerou waited for the, evidently, embarrassed teen to work up the guts to look at her in the eye. She couldn't blame him when there were plenty of reasons for him to feel uncertain: guilt, shame, suspicion, distrust. He could take as long as he wanted.
After a moment, he stood up, and Kagerou, who had been bent over looking down at him, also straightened up. The two of them stood beneath the umbrella, and Kagerou, being a gentleman, gave him the greater share of the umbrella to make sure he would be completely covered from the rain. She looked into his sharingan without apparent concern. Any caution or concern she might have felt upon staring into the eyes whose abilities she knew so well did not show in her lively yet calm smile.
Unperturbed with the notion of staring into deadly eyes with unguarded ones, Kagerou replied to his question with one of her own. "Why would I?" she pleasantly asked as she sneaked her hand onto his arm, "Kill you, that is. And on that note, why shouldn't I offer you shelter? It's raining, and you've stayed out this long, already. I don't want to see you getting sick." True to her question, she started to gently pull him towards the estate if she was able to get a hand around his arm.
The door, as she approached, opened without her touch. Once again, the black-haired gatekeeper stood on the other side of the door, holding it open with one hand while the other held up a purple and white umbrella. She did not say a word, but her gaze fell sharply on Nanyo. However, it wasn't in a degrading nor judgmental manner. It was a silent warning and reminder, and ultimately, identical to the gaze she gave him earlier.
Kagerou lightly nodded to her in greeting.
The greeting was returned with a smaller, more severe nod that was more of a lowering of the eyes paired with a very slight tilt of the head than an actual nod.
Seeing her cousin respond in such a manner, Kagerou was reminded to spell out a fair warning to Nanyo. Kindly, she explained, "I consider it lucky that you chose to try and rob us. We are able to protect ourselves, so no harm was done. Though, on that note, I do not recommend you try again."
As she took his arm, Nanyo would enter the estate being escorted through the large wooden gates. Looking around the young boy would marvel at the interior of the estate. Viewing it gave him the memory of his first home, on the Uchiha compound. He remembered walking with his mother hand in hand.
"..."
As Kagerou scolded him Nanyo remained silent, not that he wasn't listen. It was that yet again, he didn't know what to say. "I won't... " He would mutter, still being hauled around the property. He hadn't the slightest idea of what this woman would do with him now. A sneeze would escape him, sniffles would proceed directly after, he'd been outside in the rain for hours and his garbs were completely soaked.
"Do you make a habit of taking in strays?"
Nanyo would ask almost comedically. He didn't understand what would cause one to be so kind to a stranger even when they had ill intent.
"Your pity shames me."
The dark haired boy would says between steps, for as humbled as we was Nanyo was still a proud b*****d. He'd rather steal from a place rather then look weak and ask for help, perhaps that was the fool in him. But that's how he was raised, that's how bandit life worked. You had to maintain your cruelty and ruthlessness just to survive. There was no honor among thieves, but there was loyalty. And within Gimangakure's cistern you were only as good as your word.
Nanyo thought back, to his gang that he'd scattered from. He thought for their safety, their lives. Then he looked down at the woman's arm intertwined with his and thought to himself about his good fortune.
He thought to himself about finding a new purpose... if only for a moment.
Title: Lasting Memory Information: Experiences which can never be forgotten, but the opposite of traumas. Events that are so joyous, so wholesome, they simply cannot be forgotten. Lasting Memories are often only made with those the user has bonded with. Be they family, friends, or others just as important. A Lasting Memory can be an overwhelming achievement such as becoming the first gladiator ever in a village to reach the top. These are moments and times you can feel genuine pride and joy in until your dying days.
Every post made leading up to or experiencing a genuine lasting memory rewards Ac equal to one's body rank plus [2], max . These events must have a lasting effect on a character in that these memories when mentioned are never to be forgotten and if they are forgotten will cause significant distress as if having a part of oneself missing.
"It's raining, you're injured, and you were kneeling outside of the door for hours," Kagerou explained as she released her hold on Nanyo once it looked like he would follow her without her dragging him, "Not exactly what I would call normal circumstances. It would be quite cruel if I simply left you out there." They walked through the grounds of the estate, down one path and another. This sprawling property, clearly, had several different buildings contained within it, a few of which they passed. The sunflower could be seen regularly as subtle motifs in the Eastern architecture, such as carved into the stones that tiled the ground or bordering the roofs they passed by. Kagerou continued to walk with Nanyo, the two of them sharing an umbrella, and she chatted leisurely with him, "There's no one to pity and nothing to be ashamed of. Humans are not creatures meant to survive alone, and you were hurt. To survive is something to be proud of, and to help others should be something natural."
They continued walking, Nanyo quietly listened as the woman spoke. She told him there was nothing to be ashamed of and he didn't quite feel the same. In the life of a shinobi kindness was not something should be come accustomed too. And he had learned that painfully in life.
"..."
He would say nothing, perhaps their world view was different. The teen would look over with his crimson eyes. Scanning the woman the uchiha would take note of her headband. Place where ever on her body.
"You're a shinobi..."
He would mutter, staring at her. If she was a shinobi she must understand the life and the consequences that came with it. For her to forego her natural inclination of self-preservation. It seemed nonsensical to him.
But thus was the nature of village shinobi.
"I owe my life to you."
He would say between coughs, he was coming down with a sickness. He wanted to express his gratitude, It wasn't often that people even allowed a ruffian like him into their home, let alone into their estate.
"But I am a rouge, so I cannot be trusted."
He would say among the raindrops, the boy was painfully honest it was a bad trait of his. He usually refused to lie, so there was only a certain jobs that he could do out in the wilderness. Nanyo was usually a robber and a thief, occasionally be would preform an assassination. If the coin was right.
He had no idea where she was taking him, but it didn't really matter. Anything would be better then the chilling raindrops which pelted against his skin. Nanyo's scarlet eyes would scan the area, wonderment would overtake him. It was the first time that he'd seen such a large estate. It reminded him of his childhood. But Nanyo had hazy memories of his time at the Uchiha Compound. As they continued to walk Nanyo would remain silent. He wasn't much of a conversationalist.
Title: Lasting Memory Information: Experiences which can never be forgotten, but the opposite of traumas. Events that are so joyous, so wholesome, they simply cannot be forgotten. Lasting Memories are often only made with those the user has bonded with. Be they family, friends, or others just as important. A Lasting Memory can be an overwhelming achievement such as becoming the first gladiator ever in a village to reach the top. These are moments and times you can feel genuine pride and joy in until your dying days.
Every post made leading up to or experiencing a genuine lasting memory rewards Ac equal to one's body rank plus [2], max . These events must have a lasting effect on a character in that these memories when mentioned are never to be forgotten and if they are forgotten will cause significant distress as if having a part of oneself missing.
The headband placed on Kagerou's right upper arm glinted in the light of the setting sun, flashing life to the symbol of the eye of the storm that rested upon it. It wasn't an article she normally wore when home. This time, she had it on because she had been about to head out. Since it was obvious and Nanyo was correct, the kunoichi chose to remain silent. Words weren't needed.
Silently, she raised his eyes when she heard his cough. Perhaps it was just an irritated note or maybe he had breathed in the wrong way. Such was how most people would have interpreted it. However, Kagerou could hear an undertone it that told her it wasn't simply something to pass over. If it was something mild, she shouldn't bring attention to it and permit him to do with it as he pleased. If it was a case of something more serious, then she would, at the very least, insist on making arrangements to ensure Nanyo didn't die.
"You are a diligent rogue," Kagerou complimented, referring to his disastrous but admittedly stubborn attempt at a heist earlier, "but a terrible shinobi. At least by my definition." Her second clause fell difficult to interpret. Was it an insult? Or a veiled compliment? The way she dropped those words, with blunt honesty, leaned to insult. However, she smiled as she spoke and she wasn't chastising Nanyo for his poor ability to lie, so it was hard to simply settle and say it was an insult.
In due time, Kagerou and Nanyo entered a courtyard, stepping through the Japanese-style garden tastefully dotted with sunflowers. When they entered the building proper, they walked through the hallway some before Kagerou stopped at a door. She slid the paper entryway open. Stepping aside to invite Nanyo into what was, evidently, a small guest room, she let him know, "This building is for guests. You can rest in this room for the night, since it is nearly evening. There is a bathroom down the hall where you can wash and attend to various needs, and you're free to wander around the courtyard outside. Aside from that, the other rooms are just guest rooms identical to this one. Dinner will be in approximately an hour. I will be dining with a member of what was formerly the Uchiha clan of Kirigakure. If you are interested in settling down with people of your bloodline, even if they are not quite family, you are free to join us."
She paused to take a breath. Then, after the punctuation of brief silence, she addressed something that had bothered her earlier but she didn't know quite how to respond to, "As for owing me... If that is what you wish, then I will not impede, but I only request that you refrain from literally repaying you with your life. Personally, though, I'd much rather simply meet on friendlier terms and get to know you a little better the next time we cross paths. Ideally, perhaps even become friends."
Nanyo would remain silent for the majority of her monologue, as stern as he was. As they would arrive at the guest house Nanyo would turn back to her, it was quite the improvement from sleeping in the cistern with stinky old Akamitsu.
As the green haired woman continued, she would mention something that would cause his eyes to raise. The Kirigakure Uchiha, a name from which he was bound to. Nanyo took his pride as an Uchiha to another level even to go as far as wear his family crest on his back even as a rouge. So far it has caused him nothing but trouble as foes come from far and wide to test their metal against the sharingan, and time and time again they fall.
"..."
Nanyo says nothing, holding his anticipation at bay. The matriarch of the compound had invited him to dinner. Something much better then oats and berries the camp had been eating between heists.
"Friends....Perhaps, you've been nothing but cordial with me."
Nanyo would say, showing some element of house training. With that he would disappear into the guest house for some much needed rest.
Kagerou merely left with a mysterious, affable smile.
In an hour, exactly as Kagerou predicted, a familiar face would knock at the door to retrieve Nanyo. It was the gate guard from earlier. "Dinner will be in 15 minutes. The guest knows to expect you and the setting is casual." She'd give him a once over. If he had done nothing to clean himself up, then she would make the suggestion, "I would recommend tidying yourself to at least look presentable. Once you are ready, please meet me in the yard. I will lead you to dinner."
Nanyo would be led, after he was done with preparations, to another building. The inside appeared to be slightly better furnished than where he had been staying, and though no explanation was given by his guide, he could assume that this was perhaps a guest house for the more affluent guests.
Being led into the dining room, Nanyo would find Kagerou already seated on one side of the low table. She wore what she had worn earlier today. Although, she had tidied her hair slightly, tucking away any loose strands. Opposite of her sat the Uchiha representative that had been mentioned. He bore the signature black hair of the clan but his eyes were a brilliant shade of fire-bright blue. The glasses he wore gave his gaze a soft, approachable manner, but there was a cutting edge, cunning glint within those will-o-wisp eyes. An intellect of the kind that was enough to convey strength even without the aid of any other intimidating factor. To his side knelt another Uchiha with black hair swept into a ponytail and an assortment of swords laid out by her side. She possessed a cutting silhouette as sharp as her blades no doubt were, and her dangerous beauty belied her strength. Judging from how she sat on a cushion slightly behind him and the way she subserviently bowed her head yet held her back straight with unbowed pride, one could assume that she was the other Uchiha's guard.
Kagerou stood up and, motioning, kept the introductions short, "This is Uchiha Nanyo. Nanyo, these two are Uchiha Hitomoshi and Uchiha Mi-" permitting the individual parties to decide what they wanted each other to know.
The final name she attempted to give was interrupted by a light cough from the male representative, Hitomoshi. "Kagerou, he spoke brightly, I think it is better now. You know how she feels about her name," he saved his companion, who had yet to show any sort of reaction, some face.
"If you insist," Kagerou acquiesced without complaint as she took her seat once again. There was a cushion besides her, apparently intended for Nanyo, and a spread of simple but diverse fare. It wasn't a meal of note, at least not to Kageoru. However, perhaps to a rogue of the streets, the arrangement of a myriad colorful dishes of Japanese cuisine, from pickled vegetables to tender meats, all laid out before a bowl of steaming, fluffy rice would look like a feast.
While in his bath, Nanyo being mischievous as he was decided it would be best for him to send in a shadow clone as his replacement. The boy was paranoid and always seemed to have an ulterior motive. He would watch the dinner carefully from a vantage point outside of the building. While he washed himself Nanyo would cross if fingers in front of him, creating a shadow clone out of thin air. As the 2 nanyo's stared at each other, they activated their sharingans once more.
"..."
As the 2 swapped places, Nanyo began to groom his clone for the party. After their much needed bath, Nanyo would dress himself once more in his filthy ninja gear, while his clone would dress in a navy blue poke-a-dot kimono. Giving each other one final look, The real Nanyo would leap out of the window into the darkness of the night.
As the plan would commence Nanyo's clone would answer the summons from the gate guard from earlier. Choosing to say nothing, they're awkward relationship made the atmosphere tenser then need be. Walking into a much more lavish building, The Real Nanyo would keep track of his clone thanks to his Kekkei Genkai,
Entering the dinning room, Nanyo would be greeted by Kagerou and 2 people who shared similar features to himself. Nanyo would enter the room, not taking his eyes of of Kagerous' esteemed guests for a second. Nanyo's eyes crimson and glaring his mistrust. Without a word he would take his seat beside Kagerou and remain focused on her guests.
Flashbacks of Nanyo's childhood from the Uchiha compound would flood his mind. The time he'd spent training with cousins around his age group. Nanyo remembered, his mother he remembered looking into her eyes, they were a deep blue like his. Silently he continued glaring at the Uchiha clan representatives.
"I do not call either of you from the Kirigakure compound."
The scowling boy would say, Nanyo had a pretty good memory, even of his childhood up until Kirigakure fell. And while he didn't know every Uchiha. every Uchiha knew him. His mother was the matriarch of the Kirigakure branch Uchiha, and Nanyo was her only son.
Their family was famous throughout Kirigakure, and his elder half-sister achieved world notoriety at age 16 for her part to play in the Kiri/ Kumo war. Nanyo darn not speak her name, as it always left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"..."
Nanyo would say nothing for a while, using his silent disdain like a weapon to beat people over the head with. Nanyo's social skills and mannerisms were stereotypical Uchiha. He was highly disagreeable, arrogant, and anti-social. A carrier of the curse of hatred, not even other Uchihas were safe from Nanyo's scrutiny
โฐ Shadow Clone Technique [ Kage Bunshin no Jutsu ] | Rank B Creates a solid clone which is able to interact with the environment and perform any technique the user knows. The strength of each clone is dependent on the amount of chakra put into each clone. A clone can have anywhere from [1] chakra to all but [1] chakra of the user's pool. The same goes for stamina. The user must retain at least [1] of each pool or they will lose consciousness. Each clone takes [15] chakra to create, and up to three [3] clones can be made per activation. Shadow clones cannot be told apart by doujutsu. The clone disperses if it receives a solid hit (C-rank or higher), or runs out of chakra or stamina. When a clone is dispersed, any knowledge it gained while active is transferred to the original only, no other clones, and any remaining chakra and stamina is returned to the user. Shadow clones may be used to travel to various places while the user's real body remains in a separate location. There is no limit to the distance the clones may travel apart.
Identities were kept vague on both ends. Neither recognition or confusion flashed through the faces of those present. Whether Nanyo was a foolish prince or a pauper pretending to be a prince, no indications of either answer were shown in the faces of those apparent. The clan representative took a sip of his tea unperturbed by the superficial superiority the youth was trying to flaunt around. His disdain was a blunt weapon used with no skill, making him appear more a fool than anything.
In a clear voice, Hitomoshi completely ignored the child who didn't even know the value of a good first impression and instead spoke to Kagerou who had just seated herself, "Kagerou, we thank you for your hospitality during our stay." The talk was light, inane and without significance.
Kagerou read the atmosphere and continued the trend with her own polite response, "I am glad you enjoyed it. However, niceties can be exchanged later. Let's eat before the food gets cold." To start, as the host, she picked up her chopsticks and took the first bite. Hitomoshi politely followed suit. His blade who sat behind him remained still and at the ready.
BIG GUCCI EDO
(OOC: Honestly, I don't know what to do here, but you're welcome to try and feel things out and poke around in a social interaction. I'm going to put my foot down on anything Nanyo says about his relations to the Kiri Uchiha clan, though. Until you and Dai work out on a story you can agree on,, I'm going to treat what I knew about Nanyo when we first started this encounter as the facts: that he's just some Uchiha from the streets who had no ties to any village clans until Naoki came along and made him her student, which apparently hasn't happened yet.)
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The information that there was an unexpected visitor did not elicit a reaction from Kagerou. She made a mental note of it, certainly, but at this point, it wasn't a matter for her to rush into worrying about. 
