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""Where do I belong?""
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Indie Naruto ( Yamato Tenzou) RP Account.
木 Lit Starter: Standing in a field after typical day with his team, he decided to take a break alone. After all the fuss the three were causing over something Sai said... he could use a break. Standing against the tree and watching the birds cross the sky he suddenly noticed a strange presence. This caused the shinobi to tense up and look around with intense caution. "....." he was always prepared for the unexpected. Noticing the shadow cross his view he made a hand sign that encaged them in wood for precaution. "State your name and intent." Yamato commanded.
READ.
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Please leave your starters and OOC talk by replying to this comment.
It would make me overly joyed if you could respect this request.
Lit & Script are welcomed!
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Please spare tree dad from your wood jokes, he just wants to be loved and love.
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/ release your morning wood
stop holding it hostage /
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木 Team Work 木:
FUCKING BYE
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/ my friend
hear me
release him
release the morning wood
please
do it for me /
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{ i've remade my small ninja baby ❤
despite me being sick :^'))) }
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木 Team Work 木:
HELLO SMOL BEAN e
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{ he needs some discipline }
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木 Team Work 木:
Yamato will destroy him for bullying him LMAO!
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{ don't hurt the smol too much }
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木 Team Work 木:GAY!
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▓ ━ WHITE HAIR, PALE SKIN. ‹ OOC ›
...INDEED
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▓ ━ COMFORT CAME AGAINST MY WILL. ‹ OOC ›
i'm crying, they're happy dad's
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木 Team Work 木:
LITERAL DADDIES LOOK AT THEM, OH HELL THEY'RE SO PRECIOUSe.rowejrw
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▓ ━ COMFORT CAME AGAINST MY WILL. ‹ OOC ›
THEY ARE VERY HAPPY DADDIES. ❤ !!!
i'll reply to our rp's tomorrow :^') forgive me.
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木 Team Work 木:
OF COURSE YOU'RE FORGIVEN SENPAI ILY < 3
yes... good daddies deserve cute children too
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▓ ━ COMFORT CAME AGAINST MY WILL. ‹ OOC ›
my precious children.
he has his snapchat privileges.
it's my new wallpaper.
❤
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木 Team Work 木:
GAHHHH LITTLE BABES.
I'M LAUGHING SNAPCHAT PRIVLEGED
good
❤❤ the two gays need more love
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▓ ━ COMFORT CAME AGAINST MY WILL. ‹ OOC ›
I LOVE MY BABY'S SO MUCH ?!?! ❤❤
he'll always have his snapchat privileges.
YES THEY DO NEED MORE LOVE.
❤❤❤❤❤❤
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{ Heyo! I hope you do not mind me replying to the lit. starter above. }With aching heels and beads of sweat forming on her brow, Say'ri trudged forward through the field beneath the sun's beating rays. Her travels of desperation seeking out brave warriors had begun to take its toll on the body slowing down the pace sharply over recent days. What fueled each step now is the sheer strength of will alone to be of assistance to those back home in need. Alas a task of this caliber is not one that can be faced alone. Temptation to rest slithers its way into her conscious, but is swatted away like a fly. Stubbornness prevents any choices favoring being an idle layabout. Only once her body deems it cannot move anymore will rest be a possibility. For now the mind concentrates on making progress. Footsteps press against blades of grass halting their dance in passing breezes. On occasions small, nimble twigs fallen from trees or drifted away are crunched beneath Say'ri's steps. Snap! Crack! These noises are nothing more than that: a noise. How she carries herself never became a thought for the absence of humankind in a vast nature filled area does not pose any threat eyes can see or ears can hear.
Brown orbs peer up at the blue sky; the sun cowers behind clouds. "The sky may be bright, but I afeard this light will depart. Mayhap I should move with haste." An uneasy expression takes over. Brows are knitted closely together causing a wrinkle or two to form just at the bridge of the nose. Edges of the lips curl down into nothing short of a frown. Although the world did lose its shine, thanks to the cowardly sun, Say'ri new evening will arrive with vigor. It is an unwanted guest that will bring about further problems on her present excursion. Plans for the future already begin to flourish with camping taking the primary spot. She takes in her surroundings once more with a cautious, yet critical gaze only to sigh as any signs of people lead to disappointingly nothing. "The emptiness of solitude-- why have I only taken a notice to it now? No, I mustn't falter because of petty thoughts." Assuming there is no village and to prevent herself from tapping into emotions needlessly preparations for camp fill her mind inevitably becoming a distraction.
It is far too late for Say'ri to appropriately react to Yamato's quick decision making. Her ears may have caught the sound, but cannot hope to be fast enough to escape what she believes is strange sorcery. "A larcener?" She whispers to herself before resting a hand at the cool hilt of the Chon'sinian blade. Little movement is provided, but being prepares is better than having one's belly exposed to a potential enemy. Silence consumes most of the time allowing more confusion to bubble up. A masculine voice rings out from an unidentifiable location from her stand point. "Say'ri and merely faring onward. Methinks the voice I hear is the man responsible for this? Mayhaps he may free me..."
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Blinking away thoughts that were taking over of what he could do at any situation that may come of this... he decided it was time to take matters into his own hands. Since he already seemed to capture someone, who he sure wasn't familiar with. Hearing such a voice emanate from the prison she was en-caged in now made him perk a brow. This wasn't the ordinary, but it wasn't something out of the mundane to either. Making his way around the tree that his form slowly, his eyes landed upon a beautiful kunoichi. Faltering in his voice could be heard when of course with his surprise seeing such a lovely being be entrapped by something of his own creation.
"W-where are you from?"
The way she spoke was very uncommon, in fact, he wasn't sure of ever hearing anyone speak as such around here before? Does she come from somewhere very far off? That would explain the way she spoke and handled herself. Taking a step closer to inspect his captive, he let his hand down to his side. Not being in a defensive position no longer. Just merely curious as to who and what she was, why here?
"Sorry for my tactics, but I am not too keen on being ambushed by those who seek to hurt those of my village."
Letting a breath escape his lips and his eyes settling on brown hues with his own dark cat-like ones. This was sure an interesting encounter he wouldn't forget so easily if they did part ways peacefully. He honestly only means harm if she meant harm... which he was getting the feeling she was just doing as she said. Though that stance of attack seemed less like a plea for escape, but a ready to attack if need be. This put him a bit on edge, not visible though. He was calm and cool besides the faltering at the first sentence he released to her.
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Upon seeing he captor the offensive stance does not falter. One cannot let their guard down in the face of a stranger. She had always been taught at a young age to observe and be mentally prepared to take quick action. Narrowed, sharp eyes observe the mysterious male figure. His attire is nothing short of bizarre, but is to be expected of places beyond the homeland. What stands out the most is a small emblem engraved on his forehead protector. Its curvature design resembles a leaf, something of significance no doubt. Unfortunately, lacking knowledge as a foreigner places Say'ri at a disadvantage. A curious brow is quirked upward upon hearing Yamato inquire about her origins. "Where I hail from?" Say'ri cannot bring herself to answer immediately until suspicions clouding the mind disperse. Walhart's forces never have recruited men dawning this uniform from what present information is known. However, life is one to deliver surprises. This is something she knows all too well. Deciding to gamble the possibilities a deep breath is taken before exhaling all worries into the abyss. "Chon'sin. 'Tis the land I call my home." Muscles begin to relax as those long, nimble fingers slowly retract from her sheathed weapon. A fight is not needed today.
She now stands upright with arms crossed over her chest. Say'ri's long black hair occasionally brushes against her face with a passing cool breeze, but even when little strands remain the fierce concentration on Yamato never fades. He receives a light shake of the head when apologizing for Yamato did earn Say'ri's empathy. As fear and threats of discord had spread in her homeland as a rampant plague anyone who merely felt a pinch of threat would act in self defense. "Hearken me. You need not apologize. If I were ye I would be at arms as well." Seeing the wooden cage disperse leaves he in awe and utmost confusion for if this man is gifted with magic there is a critical tool missing: a tome. Perhaps countries far beyond even Ylisse have become further advanced in these crafts that tools are something of the past. Needless to say curiosity rises higher than that of a young child, but now one must act their age respectively. "Ye have my gratitude for freedom. Prithee, sir, what is your name for I have given mine. Let us be strangers no more."
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Watching her stance return to that of one in a more calm situation was reassuring to himself to at least give her a chance. Usually giving the benefit of the doubt wasn't his thing, but there were no warnings of threats in the area anyways. It wasn't like he wouldn't be prepared if she did decide to change her mind. The wood nin was always almost a few steps ahead of his enemies if they played into his hands like he'd think they would. Knitting brunette brows together, he noticed her strange fascination with his Jutsu and wondered if it was the first time she's even seen it in action. It was famous amongst the Leaf with their first Kage, but the line never got past on. Yamato was a direct cause of an experiment with DNA that gone right, but for all the wrong reasons.
"....Yamato. Nice to meet you Say'ri. I don't think I ever heard of that land before? You must be from really far off..."
Honestly, he was more fascinated with her than she of him. They did seem to be two totally different beings that happen upon each other by chance. That's exactly what it was too.
"Are you looking for somewhere to rest?"
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"Yamato?" She repeats in an inquisitive tone. Say'ri rests a hand against her chin as the name is said continuously in the mind. While nobody in the villages of her country bore the same name it admittedly did not seem entirely foreign. Bidding farewell to the mystery of their identities she presents him with a friendly, relaxed smile to further ease the atmosphere. Lightheartedness fares better than fear and distrust. "Aye. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you as well." A simple nod is given as an initial reply. "Ye are correct. My journey brings me far from home. 'Twas and still is not an easy task." Arms uncross falling to her hips instead as a heavy, tired sigh is uttered. Although communicating is seemingly done with ease on the surface, she cannot ignore the careless exhaustion placed upon her body. Both legs had grown rigid pulsating with troublesome pain and aches alongside sobbing feet who were begging for a break Say'ri refuses to give. Mind over body has been the case for hours now, but upon hearing Yamato's words Say'ri's mental fortitude nearly collapses on itself from the sheer temptation. Going on alone can mean failure, but resting will lead to another day to accomplish her goals. Each side has its pros and cons, yet the princess still finds herself falling into temptation; thankfully so for her stubbornness may have curtailed this princess' story.
"Aye." Say'ri answers meekly. Eyes dart away from his from feeling a tad embarrassed. "'Tis time I seek it for I believe I cannot fare on without precious rest. Mayhaps I may be led to such a place?"
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When her arms unfolded his seem to take up the folded position against in chest. She sure was different and this made him far more intrigued to maybe get to know her a bit more before they departed from each other at some point. Scratching his elbow as she spoke he listened intently nodding his head ever so slightly and when she finished he was in some serious thought process. Also heaving a tired sigh in return to hers, he simply nodded and decided it was his time to speak now. The wind seemed to pick up and he could feel its nice breeze against his face. This made him at ease as well, nature was something he could appreciate at any time or situation when it presented itself.
"Well... I have no idea if you have the currency we exchange here. There is a hotel I could... spare the money for."
YIKES! He totally flinched upon giving that request out there, sparring money was a hard thing for him to do, especially when Kakashi has been manipulating him into paying for dinners and other things lately. Coughing into his fist suddenly he blushed and turned away from her for a second.
'What the hell are you thinking Yamato?? You barely know her and now you're about to....' turning back around quickly with a nervous look on his face he smiled. It was rather sheepishly too.
"Or.. what would be a simpler way... where we both would avoid the hassle of spending money... you could ... uh.... well, you could stay with me."
Suddenly he rubbed at his eyes with one hand pinching them together in a 'why the hell did you just offer that? That's even creepier...' he wasn't a man known for having impeccable social skills, he could only hope she was taking this the right way. If he had to cough up some money for her comfort he wouldn't mind. It wasn't really the safest to sleep out in the open if you weren't use to what's in the area. Then he remembered he could build things with his Jutsu and face-palmed.
"Actually. I could build you something real quick."
Thinking of a nice structure in mind he formed his hand signs and then clasped his wrist as he shot both hands forward towards the ground. This caused him to look very deep in concentration. The building started to form a bit away from them, twisting and intertwining into a glorious structure that was at least three stories tall. With balconies and hallways and all sorts of rooms. With intricate details to wood markings and railings that were beautifully crafted. There were about ten rooms he created in total, each having their own sliding door.
"I guess I can stay with you until you're able to make a return... or move forward to where ever you're heading. Sorry for my... uh... stupidity."
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"Nay, I am afraid not." Say'ri laments. Most of the journey in this foreign territory had gone a long way without any human contact with only nature as company. This is not uncommon for the young woman for days after Chon'sin fell she always has been on the run hidden from sight. Being away from people or civilization for so long is not wise for convenience such as shelter or currency for this matter would have provided great assistance. Yamato's offer is noble, but Say'ri cannot accept someone's hard earned money being used due to her negligence as a traveler. "Yamato, your offer touches me. Prithee keep the money." Without anything to give in return accepting his request creates a guilty feeling in her heart.
Brows knit together at the bridge of her nose when observing Yamato's strange behavior. From his cheeks tinted a light red, akin to a pink rose, and nervous expression arouses suspicion to his well being. As she attempts to inquire about it his recent decision causes Say'ri to become quiet for a moment. His intentions are innocent from what she can tell as a man who thinks otherwise would not act with embarrassment. Nevertheless the swordswoman cannot help emitting awkward coughs before speaking up. "I do not wish to be a burden..." She curses her childish behavior knowing full well that the two of them are clearly adults. It seems those thoughts never fade with age.
"Build? How do ye intend," realizing his magical capabilities she holds her question, "ah I see. What unique power ye possess." Those intricate gestures intrigue Say'ri the most as it seems the dictate every detail that rises from the very earth beneath her feet. Many questions run through her mind as to how these signs can control what must be immense strength unparalleled by a warrior who only knows the way of the weapon, in Say'ri's case the traditional blade. From a young age the princess never did show any signs of being gifted with the ability to study the arcane arts nor could read a single tome properly with its cryptic language. Nevertheless seeing one be able to simply control it in their favor is an amazing sight.
Towering before her now after remaining still for so long is Yamato's fine creation that simply leaves her speechless. What may have taken several skilled men weeks or months to craft is merely completed in seconds with ease. Awesome as it may be there is some intimidation, but this quickly subsides as Say'ri does not dare to show sign of weakness more than already had through subtle movements of her legs which would occasionally bend due to stress. "Zounds! What fair craftsmanship. Ye have my gratitude." There is no room for arguing about whether to stay or not for his energy has already been used on her behalf. Not wanting to reject his kindness she nods her head while smiling to ease him. "If that is what ye wishes. Nay! Ye need not apologize for I do not see a fool."
Say'ri slowly walks over to the erected structure sweeping away the pain away from her min in favor of inspecting it further. A knocking hand moves against the wood out of sheer curiosity before lazily falling down to her side. Rather than enter the building Say'ri finds herself in need of a moment's rest for her legs immediately and simply sits atop the steps leading into the premises breathing a sigh of relief.
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"Ah..."
This was a sudden gasp as he noticed that she was very kind to decline, though he wouldn't have minded being a help to anyone. It was one thing he had a hard time turning down was reaching out to those in need. It made him feel a little empowered and a little put off by her reactions to his mundane Jutsu. Sometimes he wished he had something more interesting, but at this rate that did nothing for him. Wishing. Not too many found his Jutsu to be as impressive as she did, but the buildings always gained wonder as to how he concentrated so well. It was a pass time of his, a hobby to explore architectures and study them to the absolute closest of detail when he had time on missions. The wood nin can be often found looking through structure manuals and magazines to even doing his own explorations. It was nice when people let him into their homes, he'd often try to see what people ideally wanted or liked out of such things.
"OH? You'd never be a burden, we've just met! I've offered myself to you through this... uh...Help? I suppose you can call it."
Rubbing the back of his neck as if this was just child's play, he could do way more magnificent things with this Jutsu, but it required a lot of Chakra which he didn't want to waste on just impressing others. He was humble to a point and that humbleness was spilling itself all over his person. Watching her with curiosity, he sure did appreciate her appreciation. Unlike others who seem to use him like a dog and command him when they please. Which he happily did, because well... he was a pleaser. She certainly was nothing much like his senpai or ... really anyone he deemed as a friend and that only pushed him to get to know her more. Following her in he just nodded at everything she was saying and enjoying her expedition of the house quite entertaining.
"You're... very welcome. In fact... anytime! If you need help I don't mind carrying you. I can tell you're very exhausted. I have a few things on me that I can cook for the both of us. I think my team left for dinner without me anyways."
Yamato laughed gently at the thought of them getting annoyed of waiting for him and taking off without him. This was totally fine to him, though it did pain him a little bit to be forgotten. Though this was a usual feeling and it subsided as quickly as it came remembering who he was with at the moment. A beautiful kunoichi with an interesting dialect who seemed to be impressed by him. Was it okay to let his guard down like this? He was really yelling at himself in his head for being so careless thus far, but something about her just made everything feel simple.
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His humbleness, despite providing so much, earns a soft smile from the princess. "Ye are a kind man, Yamato. Such generosity touches me." Say'ri feels at ease in his presence for no evil bone in the gentleman's body can be found. While it is enjoyable she has not allowed her mind to indulge in a moment's serenity. Danger lurks in unexpected corners of life, so leaving one's guard down is unwise. Fingers are in constant movement tapping against the bare knees energetically as if waiting for something. Badump. Badump. Each beat of her heart increased as surges of energy pass through. How bizarre she thought. After taking a moment to think it over a name found its way befitting of this unusual feeling: stress. Stress and exhaustion are an awful combination to have; nobody ever desires them. While rest comes when the sun departs beyond the horizon other action must be taken while light is still in her grasps. While wondering what can be done she cannot help brushing fingers through her long, jet black locks. "Hmm..."
Pausing in her tracks she looks back at Yamato with a raised brow. The man's selflessness knew no bounds leading her to wonder if such a kind soul may have already been taken advantage of. Assuming this to be true she remains hesitant before answering. Each hand rests over one another atop the right thigh holding one another with a tight grip. Just a pinch of guilt is felt inside for nothing of value can be given in return for his assistance. She is a light traveler as it made her less of a target for any wandering thieves in the night seeking objects of their fancy. Finding this constant focus on inability to provide an annoyance Say'ri musters up enough strength and determination to assist him as well in any way possible rather than lick her pitiful wounds. "Nay. 'Tis not necessary, but I thank you. Allow me to assit ye. 'Tis the least I can do."
Say'ri takes a deep breath before standing up straight. Numbness is met with a few sharp pains before blood begins to flow once more making the princess more mechanically functional. She briefly coughs into her sleeve in order to clear up her throat before speaking. "Worry not for me as my spirit is strong. Let us join our might to make something fine." Even if the body grows tired the swordswoman's mental fortitude and will overpowered it allowing her to continue onward when some might have given up long ago. Her soul is an ever burning flame that can only be at ease after, as childish as it may be, she achieves what she desires.
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It pained him a bit to watch the younger struggle up along his own creation, why did he not just make into a ranch styled one and not an overly extravagant masterpiece for someone who can't even stay in it longer than maybe a few days? The captain really did admire her passion to be so independent and what she was saying made himself melt. How was someone so .... nice? They just met and it feels like they've known each other longer than what it may have been.
His heart felt itself stop with worry almost as she continued her way onward with him close as possible, but not uncomfortably close. Just in case she fell or anything he'd be there to catch her in time.
"I really appreciate your kind words and honesty with me. Not too many of that kind are around here you know? I really don't think you owe me anything either. In fact... just being able to have an excuse to return home so quickly is quite nice for once.
Please... are you sure you do not want help? I can respect your independence, but watching you slowly hurt yourself more is not very pleasing. "
Noticing Say'ri stand up straight was... almost astounding? Walking that long for that amount of time... alone? Was quite an amazing feat to still push through the pain. Who was she? This only excited the wood nin with curiosity that drove him to stay in the first place.
"I see what you mean by that now Say'ri."
A chuckle lightly escaped him as he kept his pace with her and he offered the first room at the top of the staircase that they finally reached.
"Would you like to see this room... or would you rather continue?"
The wooden sliding doors were embarked with flower patterns and other unique etchings. The scent of maple wood could be scented on the breeze that blew from an open window inside. There were multiple rooms just like this one with just enough space to cozily fit a bachelor pad in a single room.
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"Ye lavish me with praise, Yamato. Nay, that is not true for are ye not the same?" Despite an initial rough start with his sorcery as she sees it, he has shown nothing but kindness thereafter. In turn Say'ri did allow her defenses to fall around him considerably. Concerning as it may be deep down the heart cannot find anything to gain in attacking further pushing ideas of fighting away perhaps for the best. At his concern a soft sigh passes through the young woman's lips. However, this is not done out of discontent as it is exhaustion beginning to seep further into her behavior. "Should the time come I will ask ye for help. Be at ease for I am well." Any shred of a smile fades in an instant at his comment of not seeking any form of repayment. To not give anything when someone has provided so much does not settle well with Say'ri's beliefs. Perhaps when morning comes tomorrow something can be done for stubbornness refuses easy compliance. For now she will remain silent, but already is in the beginning stages of her plan.
Continuous walking on aching legs, now growing frustrated by being forced to go on, send stronger waves of pain. Each step up the stairs became more of a hassle than the last. Say'ri continues to ignore it all in favor observing Yamato's excellent craftsmanship. Each detail from the stray florals to more intricate designs are stunning. Had time not been an impeding factor she may have continued to revel in his creation longer. Accompanying rich design is heavenly natural scent of wood with hint of sweetness. The latter is not heavily focused on lest she wishes to arouse hunger at a most inopportune moment. "Aye, I would. Ye skills are fine. 'Tis verily the work of an artisan." Say'ri exclaims with enthusiasm. One step is taken forward with the intention on moving forward, but the opposite occurs instead. Even with great mental fortitude one's body has its limits.
Leaning against the wall for extra support she sheepishly scratches the side of her cheek feeling a bit embarrassed by ending up in this situation again. "Ahem," Say'ri clears her throat, "Yamato. Do ye recall about our help talk? Methinks I am in need of that now." Nervous chuckles can be heard coming from the princess. "Heh, I cannot escape the limit. My feet refuse to hearken any further."
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Ah, sorry I haven't really been on this account. I enjoy this rp so I am here now to try to respond to you!
The wood nin watched her carefully as she ascended up the stairs and listening to her all the while. Finding it interesting that she seemed so persistent on repaying him back for deeds that shouldn't be seen as so heroic in his own mind. BUT, who was he to deny her right to do what she please, if she was to force her gratitude upon him so then be it. Taking a breath in he was about to respond to her comment towards his work when he saw her against the wall he hurriedly was hovering like a helicopter parent with worry all over his face.
"Ah... I thought this would happen. You need to know when to quit."
This was said playfully, but he was still serious. It wasn't his task to decide what a grown woman could do, she for all he could respect could do what she wanted. A laugh had escaped his worried mouth which transformed into a soft smile. After getting permission from her, his arms wrapped around her carefully, carrying her bridal style.
"I hope you don't mind my hands or anything. I'll carry you up the rest of the way. You're quite entertaining Say'ri and I do appreciate your gratitude for my work."
Carrying the foreigner up the rest of the wooden staircase to the final room, he took each step slowly and would switch his gaze from her to the stairs every so often while ascending. Taking the last step he used the side of his body to push open the sliding door. After managing that with a slight struggle, the wood user effortlessly carried the princess into the room. Which was crafted with Cherry Wood and African Black Wood. The black wood was the flooring all the way to the small balcony, the room was entirely empty and the cherry wood made up the walls and ceiling. A faint smell of Cherry could be smelled faintly as there seem to be pink petals that contrasted with the dark wood underneath it. Looking down at her he smiled and slid the door back behind him using the back of his foot. Placing her down in the middle of the room with much meticulous concentration so that when she was placed nothing would hurt or ache due to his hands. The wood was smoothed down and the smallest of etchings were cascaded across the floor to form a tree. Pushing a hand through his hair, careful of his own face plate he managed a yawn.
"Well, this is the top floor and the room I put the most effort in. I hope this is alright with you and I'd like to go get the rest of my things from downstairs. I have sleeping blankets that we use on missions or outings where returning home really isn't an option. If you'd excuse me, I also have food. Luckily, Naruto- uh... one of my pupils didn't get to it."
The male's dark eyes fell to his own hands in thought. When was the last time he had the chance to give hospitality such as this to company? It must have been awhile, the last person he had over at his own home back in his Village was either Kakashi or Sai. Though it could have been both of them, he didn't really keep track since he tried to busy himself with work. It wasn't his main goal to be a socialite, but having the chance now to show he still had such basic host social skills was quite entertaining. Maybe one day they could visit each other's homes, but she seemed pretty gloomy about her own. So Yamato didn't want to pry just yet, though being a curious man. Of course, he'll eventually want to know more about her, maybe once they can get settled in.
Why was he so off key lately? He didn't need to go down there himself. Doing a few hand signs and a puff of smoke appeared next to him. It was as if there was a mirror, but no mirror. It was literally a clone of Yamato himself, but of course made of wood. The clone had formed from his body as if a branch growing out from the trunk of a tree. The original brunette just sighed and told him exactly what he needed him to do and the clone set off sliding the door open and closing it behind him. On its own small mission to retrieve what he originally wanted to do himself.
"Alright, nevermind. I'll still be here. I'd honestly not feel okay leaving you here by yourself, even if I'm just downstairs."
The man never seemed to fail anyone with his over cautious mindset. It wasn't really helped since he likes to be in as much control as he can of situations if he can help it. Hearing the clone hit the bottom stairs and walk around down there looking for what he asked for. The real Yamato took his seat next to her. Giving her his full attention.
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{ There is no need to apologize, but I appreciate the reply. Lowkey I really like this rp too. }"Aye, 'tis true. Alas I can be stubborn." Say'ri nervously laughs knowing full well in another time this situation would have been met with reprimanding from Yen'fay, her older brother. Part of the princess expected a small hit to the head as an automatic reaction for doing something foolish. Yen'fay had always been a strict teacher when it comes to training after all. What comes next causes eyes to widen in surprise as she is swept off he feet effortlessly by Yamato. Badump. Badump. Heart racing and hands initially clinging to him tightly poor Say'ri is under the impression of potentially falling although she is aware this is likely never going to be the case. Being caught off guard simply causes this irrationality to form. It does not take long for relaxation to take over for her grip softens along with the body, which did not freeze into stone any longer. Composure still broken an embarrassed gaze casts itself away from his. Perhaps lending support with his body by leaning against him is the image she had held in her mind as observed when watching Chon'sin's soldiers train. "Nay I do not. Ye still continue to have my gratitude for assisting me. Entertaining?" Reflecting on her own reaction moments ago earns a weak laugh. "Ha-- I suppose so." In reality a face palm to her own face is the only thing the princess wishes to do at the moment, but resists acting inappropriately.
As Yamato takes the lead Say'ri still observes his creation with keen eyes. Although paying witness to its creation establishes the building in reality, there is still a sense of disbelief born from one unanswered question: how? His skill is unmatched by any sorcerer or sage ever encountered in her life time. Even rumors of those practicing the dark arts in Plegia never reached this level. Even without a tome he had mastery over his abilities from what Say'ri can see. If a warrior of this level existed in far off lands no matter how many years her senior or possibly junior it only creates more determination to get stronger. Perhaps when in one another's company inquiring about his homeland and capabilities is in order. If there were more skilled folk nearby perhaps learning from them or simply watching, even if it at a distance, will allow her to accumulate enough strength to bring peace back to the homeland. Say'ri would do anything for it even if this did mean slaying her brother. Hopefully Yamato will be willing to speak in the time to come.
Upon being delicately placed down atop the ground Say'ri stretches earning a few cracks and pops from her body. The relief is always welcomed. Curious coffee-colored orbs wander around taking in passionate details carefully etched into every wall and corner. Delicate, yet such a strong impact is the best way to describe the view. For a moment she wonders if these designs are a reflection of Yamato himself. These thoughts are swept away gradually as a passing breeze due to the mesmerizing natural scents permeating the air. His voice breaks her free of the hypnotic fragrances and back to reality. "Ye work is verily something to behold. 'Tis wise to gather ye supplies and keep them close lest they may disappear without knowledge. Naruto?" Being the first name he has said beside her own she cannot help becoming curious, even more so when pupil replaces the fellow's handle.
So many questions are brewing within Say'ri's mind, but unfortunately where is the appropriate time to begin? She can only seat herself on her knees with both hands resting on bare legs. Her posture is undeniably proper at all times for slouching during important meetings with nobility is shameful to say the least, etiquette teachings never left the princess' mind. Although one thing cannot be kept in its entirety. Upon hearing he is to depart even for a moment she does frown at the thought of being alone when they have not spoken much to each other. This childishness subsides when viewing a cloning technique of the sort that once again leaves her in awe. It is practically a flawless mirrored image that is physical as well. Say'ri only thought these abilities to be tales of fiction in the stories elders told or the images painted on scrolls within the library. Who knew this was actually true? Even with excitement flowing through her veins she retains ideal composure this time around. "Heh," a hand quickly flees to cover the mouth to muffle the chuckle, "ye are too kind."
When the clone departs and Yamato takes a seat at her side Say'ri wastes no time taking advantage of this opportunity. Preferring to face him with speaking she readjusts herself to be seated in front of him. She takes a deep breath, using this time to organize her thoughts to prevent them from becoming jumbled mess. "Ahem. Yamato, I wish to know more about the land ye hail from. Do the people possess similar strength as ye?"
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|When taking a seat down next to her and watching the excitement seemed to burst through the woman before him. This made him lightly chuckle though to stop when she asked her question. That's right... she wasn't from here and maybe so far away... that things like this would never naturally occur with such ease. People of his ability could be God like in a situation like this? Though the non-ninja civilians were just like her in that sense of lacking such inner workings and blood lines that created the shinobi world around them. Pressing a finger against his chin and looking up in thought, he wondered how to exactly address this to her without it being too overwhelming. Though before that he might as well explain the whole naruto thing first.
"Ah, well... first off I'd like to say. Naruto is a pupil of mine you could say. I'm one of his two senseis. We're really training him hard this time around for there is something greater happening in the background. It's an organization that seems to be seeking beasts that were locked away in human containers." His hand gently rubbed against the wood, feeling each engraving meet his skin back, ever curve and divet felt a caressing feel of wood and skin. It always made him smile, which he did of course.
"I help control him with my abilities passed down to me due to an experiment. I am the only lucky one out of many that the DNA worked out on and managed to escape."
Yes, this made him an orphan with wood ability that should have only been passed down through blood line and not science.
Sighing he went back to where they started not really wanting to get into the long nitty gritty details of the processs in which it happened and naruto in general.
"To answer your main question, yes. There are other people like me, but I am the only current living being with the wood release technique. Many people have different things like blood lines, ninjutsu, tijutsu, genjutsu- there is a lot. Some only do physical type attacks that have strong chakra force and other special hidden techniques... there are a few who've even stolen forbidden scrolls or had to do soemthing to active such things. There are even clans dedicated to one type of thing such as a clan that harbors insects in their body as a symbiosis sort of thing. The insects feed off chakra and get to live in the hosts body while the host is the hive mans and commands them at his will. It's quite interesting... there are loads of unique and awe inspiring things that people of our land have learned to harness and use to protect those they care about."
Pulling her hand gently into his he forced chakra through his arm and into his hand concentrating and a small flower bloomed from beneath his andromeda through the space between her finger into a small blossom.
"This is nothing really, but as you can see I can do this and then..."
He dropped the flower into her palm and waved around the room.
"Such as this."
Hearing his clone walking back up the stairs, he knew there was so much he left unsaid and unexplained... but it was hard to explain such a broad thing into a simple one.
"It's not sorcery really... I remeber you saying that when I captured you. It's just something that you worked hard for with training and time. It's very strenuous to even do basic training and then to understand what potentials you may have."
(Sorry for all the misspellings and grammar I'm on my phone and it kept autocorrecting to crap and bleh bleh . Hope it's decent hehe)
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{ Ah there is no need to apologize because I know the pain of using the phone all too well. You're braver than me to reply to lit when mobile loves to autocorrect everything it sees. Heh it is more than decent. }Say'ri listens quietly to his words finding herself growing more curious about this pupil known as Naruto. If he is under the tutelage of someone that possesses abilities as Yamato, then certainly a student must have equal strength. Admittedly as of late the princess did find herself bordering obsession with gathering some form of power in order to pursue her goal to achieve peace back home where far too many people cower in the face of a bitter fool who thinks himself to be a god among men. "I see trouble has become meddlesome here as well." Although the extent of the jinchūriki remains unknown, Say'ri can imagine nothing good happening if an organization dare seeks beast out for their own use. She recollects history of her homeland about a distant war where powerful beings known as the manakete were sought after for humankind's own selfish gain. The present situation here is likely not too different. Talk of experiments do cause her eyes to narrow with concern. "Ye need not go into detail. I wish not to pry if ye do not have a want for it." Something in her intuition had pulled the princess aside from inquiring further about it no matter the curiosity. The last thing she wants is for one to recollect potentially painful memories when peace greets them, albeit only temporarily.
"Different techniques..." So there are far more out there, perhaps an endless amount. "'Tis a world full of many possibilities. Each and everyone sounds fascinating." Say'ri begins to doubt her own claims of sorcery for Yamato's words do not correlate with the knowledge of the magical arts found in tome wielders. They did not come in a variety of forms aside from the elements, light, and dark. In addition to this power can be tied to blood as well, how fickle. "Mayhap as I continue on mine journey I will behold more." While paying witness to them in person may be a magnificent sight, Say'ri has other plans in mind. Far from sinister, more innocent at its core, she desires to face off against them in hopes of honing her skills. The prospect of death does little to waver the idea for she is confident her burning, determined will is never going to allow that. She even threatened before leaving Chon'sin that even when life flashes her by they can bet that their princess shall climb out of the grave over and over until Walhart has been slain. These thoughts began to paint an unusual idea involving Yamato as evidenced by the young woman's sharp gaze locking onto him like a hawk.
This serious gaze does falter when her hand is taken with care into his own. Eyes widen and brows raise in surprise not expecting him to do such a thing. Yamato's palm made Say'ri's look much smaller in comparison and the warmth he emitted relaxing. An unusual force is felt as the male's concentrating ensues. She cannot help wondering if this is one of the justsus mentioned earlier. It is a bit frustrating not be completely knowledgeable in order to assess the situation, but some information is better than none. "Huh?" Suddenly a little bud peeks through her fingers before gradually flowering right before her eyes. Within moments life had sprung from his palms; if one did not witness it for themselves they would not believe the tale. A soft smile does appear for a moment as fingers gently brush over its soft petals. "It is tapping into one's potential through hard work. Methinks I have some understanding now." Say'ri's focus falls onto him once more as the steps ring loudly in her ears. "Yamato," she says his voice with vigor, "with the knowledge I have been given I ask something of ye. Our paths have crossed only this day, but hearken me." The steps continue to grow louder as his clone closes in. Placing the delicate flower aside she rests her arms against the wooden floor and bows respectively to him. "Prithee allow me to be your student!" Pushing pride aside these words from a crazy idea finally come forth. Yamato displays both strength and wit from her perspective who she sees as a guide to becoming stronger, something the princess truthfully had been growing desperate for. Naturally this had been cleverly hid behind a stoic face the entire time. With the absence of Yen'fay as a teacher she has only been relying on herself, which has of yet to yield any noteworthy results.
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Watching her touch the petals and speak was a very interesting sight for the nin, she seemed to be captivated by his abilities and this was enough for him to smile softly towards her. Silently, he was grateful for her respect of him and not forcing him to continue on about his tale of woe. Yamato really wasn't one to bring up his past carelessly and expect pity, in fact, it was probably best for times alone or not at all. Nothing was more frustrating than the past and connecting it to way you were the way you are now.
"Say'ri, trouble is going to find its way into your life no matter how fast we run or how strong we become. It's inevitable and that is acceptable, to accept the fate first will be of help."
Yamato folded his arms still with a smile on his face as he was praised by the younger, it's been awhile since anyone has given him such admiration to what he was able to do. Though his expression to slip into one of a curious sort. As she seemed to have something important to say, the steps finally made it to the top and the doors slid open. Blinking he turned to see it was only his clone who took its time to walk towards them with such things requested in hands. Dropping them into the real Yamato's lap they silently gave each other nods of gratitude but his head swung back to see such an intense display from the Princess. His breath had caught in his throat and it almost looked like he swallowed a bug. Suddenly his eyes ripped open wide realizing what she had just asked of him and he silently waved his hands in front of him with slight awkward modesty.
"I-I am sure you could find a much better teacher than I! I really do appreciate the offer, but......"
Looking to the side he wasn't too sure he could teach her anything or... really help with much. Though, it wouldn't stop him from attempting to do so. He'd love to take her on and really did enjoy her company... but they did just meet. Sighing he fell into careful thought as his cheeks finally flushed catching up with his embarrassed feelings. Though maybe Tsunade would let him teach her when he wasn't having to work along side with Naruto or on a mission in general. It wasn't like she'd hold him back in the first place so he decided that what he would say next would be the case if it were to even be allowed. Unfolding his arms and placing his hands on to his knees as he leaned in closer to perk an eyebrow.
"Are you sure about your decision? I can ask the Hokage, that's the person who leads are village right now. I'd have to take you on when I have time between things, which wouldn't be hard. Maybe... you can meet some people and get some connections for your own journey. If you truly believe I could give you what you are looking for... then I'll do my best to see what I can do. "
Smirking just slightly, he found it all very amusing that such a beautiful and skilled human being as herself would find something awe-inducing of his own. Sighing he pushed the contents out of his lap and into his arms standing up before her. Making his way over to the window he started to lay out the sleeping beds next to each other and came back over to start creating a small fire within the middle of the room. It was very carefully controlled by Yamato as he decided that the fish he had in his bag could be slowly cooked and as night fell they could eat and rest.
"I'm...rather embarrassed you have such admiration for me." he mused.
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As she sits upright preparing for an answer Yamato's words already earn a disheartened expression. Judging from how he trails off there is more information to be delivered, but Say'ri already assumes what has been heard multiples times already. Every time it seems a suitable instructor is found an excuse manages to wriggle its way into the conversation leading to rejection. Signs of frustration begin cracking through the princess' collected expression and poise. Open palms ball up into tight fist shaking slightly in place. Her shoulders rise up nearly grazing both small earlobes. A dark gaze focuses on her lap covered with the rich purple cloth with eyebrows knit together. While foolish to make an early assumption, Say'ri had gone through other experiences that always followed this endless cycle. If nobody offered any wisdom to pass on in the form of training then how is she to avenge her home that has faced destruction at the hand of a man's selfishness to bring his own form of peace? "Ye reject me do ye not?" The tongue cannot be held back from speaking out of turn. She only thinks of wanting to cut to the chase rather than delay the inevitable as if to invoke hope.
Without hesitation Say'ri raises her head looking at him as concern is evident on the female's facial features. "Aye I am hence my plea to ye." The term Hokage is nothing she has ever heard of before, but even before Yamato's clarification she assumes it must have been someone in power. "Mayhap I can speak to them? They may understand my position more than any other." Brown orbs lighten up as the older male continues on picking away at her pessimistic outlook of what was suppose to be happening. Could this be a rare chance where someone is willing to pass onto her some knowledge and training? It takes a moment to register the reality, which leads to a slow hundred-eighty turn in mood. Soon the body reverts to its relaxed state. Even those closed up hands now remain open and at ease. Although Yamato is the lucky break she has desired for quite some time, Say'ri remains unsure if is too early to breathe a sigh of relief. "I need not full attention if that is your concern. If I may confess, the fact ye consider it is enough to have mine gratitude. Others I have encountered have denied me when I find myself on the brink of desperation."
Say'ri knew her strength is not far enough to even slay the red armored beast. Images of her parents, too gruesome for words, and Yen'fay fighting their killer with the ability to survive several blows. He had protected some honor or dignity for their parents by risking his life in that moment displaying a warrior's strength. If she were in his position the outcome likely would have been different. That man responsible for it all would have turned her into minced meat. The difference in power reflects on one's ability to protect others. She desires strength, but it cannot be gained alone. Finding the exchange no longer necessary to go on due to it pending she remains seated while observing the nin's movements carefully already searching for something to learn from. Seldom did Chon'sin's princess ever truly relax despite even saying it is wise to do so in the face of others. "I see no reason why I should not feel that way about ye. A man with prowess in technique and a skill far unique-- only the fool does not recognize greatness."
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///smol chald slides on over to
//whispers
"Join the Church of Origami."
// i'm sorry. comedy seems to be affecting me today
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"The.....church of what?"
his eye furrowed looking at the young girl, why was she out here on her lonesome anyways?
"Are you lost??"
DAD VIBE KICKS IN.
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"The church of Origami!" She replied, so cheerfully. "Lost? I'm not....." she blinked, realizing this for the first time. "I think I am lost." Oh Konan. You got so caught up in trying to convert people, you forgot to bring a map with you. "Do you still want to join the origami??"
//Bless you tree daddy
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"IF I join will you at least let me take you back to your village? It's not safe to be out here."
He seemed rather worried for her, it was getting late too and she seemed way too far along to be anywhere near where she even started.
"You really need to be more careful... such careless acts will get your hurt!"
REST IN PEACE
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"It isn't safe? Well, ok!" Let's hope she actually remembers where her home is. "I promise I'll be more careful next time mister!"
She blinked, as if remembering something. "Oh here!" She rummaged around in her bag that she keeps with her all the time, and pulled out a paper crane. "Here mister! This is for you!" Apparently, that bag carries her paper...and oddly enough she gives actual origami to people if they join. Go figure.
ALL HAIL TREE DADDY
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The wood user was perplexed at first as to what she was doing until she pulled out the crane. Does she carry those premade everywhere??
His hands seem to make the crane so much smaller then it was in her hands.
"UH.... right. Thank-you very much for this! Also you don't have to promise me anything, but I do appreciate the gesture."
His brows knitted in thought looking at her with his hand cuffed on his chin in thought.
"Where did you come from?"
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(( sorry for late reply ))
No. She just makes some with chakra and leaves the rest of the paper unused...because not many people actually want to join the church of origami. But that's okay: she makes good origami cranes!
She blinked when he asked where she came from.
"I came from Amegakure!"
Oh dear. No common sense as a child. Goodness.
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▓ ━ COMFORT CAME AGAINST MY WILL. ‹ OOC ›
he is the tree guardian.
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木 Team Work 木:
HE WATCHES... forever. Forever tree dad will protect everyone.
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HE'LL WATCH OVER US FOREVER
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HE STANDS AGAINST TIME AND A DISGUSTING ASS SNAKE FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY
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LEAVE POOR TREE DAD ALONE PLS.
he doesn't deserve this
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YES DEFEND TREE DAD. HE DESERVES LOVE.
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I'LL PROTECT THE LOVELY TREE DAD. ❤
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HE WOULD LOVE THAT.❤
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