Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24463731-20160311215649

Zyzaat : -With the most recent mission concluded, the Aburame hadn't slept easy the past night. The power of those masked figures was... disturbing. One person had managed to fight both him and Zeshin to a more or less draw, and there were eight more. The outlook did not look particularly good for the village if the entire group decided to attack. Even his usual means of taking his mind off things, playing with his collection of beetles didn't help to alleviate his worries. The fact that the clone had been able to hold him up for so long was something that worried the Aburame, he was certain that if he had been able to get away he could have helped Zeshin in capturing the original. Shinyuu rolls out of bed and quickly dresses himself in his usual outfit. He needed something... his speed had increased, but the Namikaze he had been partnered with was still able to move around with more versatility, his ability to disappear and reappear was something that Shinyuu wanted to be able to do very much. From his enemy's analysis he knew that the secret lay within the jutsu formula the Namikaze used. But Shinyuu had also seen the way the red haired woman had been able to manipulate the weapons, the Aburame knew he was already dependent enough upon weapons for the majority of his jutsu, he wasn't keen to add another one to his repertoire. In any case, the solution lay at the training ground and so Shinyuu turns his steps toward the training ground, pondering what he would do to solve his dilemma. He looked at the centipede that was crawling around and around his fingers- “What do you suggest, little one?” -He mutters to it, and the bug pauses for a moment in its circuitous path through his fingers before going back to running through his fingers and Shinyuu chuckles. He didn't expect the solution to be quite so simple after all... -

Heki : There he sat atop the fence. A young boy with unkempt white hair who went by the name of Akira. His left foot toying with a wooden bo-staff that stood upright on the ground; kept in balance by the young boy’s foot pressing down on it. From what it looked like he could’ve been in deep focus but upon further inspection it’d be easily noticed that the boy was indeed sound asleep. At least until something stirred the fence which surrounded the training area, most likely the opening and closing of the entrance door which sat a good distance away from the boy. All in all the training area was about the size of two football fields and mostly consisted of a flat surface covered by grass with a random tree making its presence here and there. The shadow of one of these trees fell over Akira’s visage as he opened his eyes, never feeling inclined to yawn, and hopped onto the ground below his feet ; grabbing the still erect standing Bo-staff when his shinobi boots hit the grass. “Who’s there?”. Sounded his demand. The way he spoke made it obvious that the boy thought a little too much of himself, or pretended to do so to mask his nervousness at who had just entered. Still Akira put on a brave face and began walking towards the entrance of the training grounds while keeping his cool, or most of it, as he wondered who it was that had arrived. Zyzaat: -Though he heard the young boy's voice, Shinyuu once again assumed that the boy couldn't have been speaking to him, stepping around the boy with his staff as if he wasn't there. As his face was hidden by the tassles, Shinyuu's face was likely hidden from sight. Giving a mechanical wave over his shoulder at the person who was talking Shinyuu walks into the training feild and he suddenly disappears within a swarm of kikaichu. Once it disippates there appear to be two Shinyuu as he uses the Insect Clone jutsu to make himself a training partner. The two would suddenly disappear, as both Shinyuu and the clone jumped backward from each other and they suddenly collide together, exchanging a quick series of blows before disappearing once more, continuing the exchange a few feet to the left, at the same breakneck speed- Heki : “Tch. Creep.”. Akira stabbed his staff into the ground and crossed his arms while muttering things that kind of sounded like words but more like childish grumbled. Still, he sat down cross-legged and resting his back against the upright standing staff. Rather than throw a tantrum as another kid might have, Akira kept his words to himself and decided to watch the unusual man who wore sunglasses at this time of the day. Now Akira had never met an Aburame before so when he saw the mysterious figure disappear amidst a sudden swarm of beetles, and then re-appear with a clone or doppelganger or something, the boy felt a swift rush of excitement that was visible in his eyes. The rest of him however, was focused, and seriously watching the strange man move at high speeds. Akira’s eyes weren’t able to properly keep up to all of the fast movements but he saw enough to know that one of them was winning (hah hah.). He then thought to himself that having a copy to train with must be very useful; -Maybe I should invest some time in learning how to make a clone. Perhaps… using water.- Looking at his right hand, he summoned a small orb of water in his palm, and watched the liquid move around while retaining most of it original shape. Zyzaat: -The Aburame and clone come together once more to exchange another set of blows, and suddenly Shinyuu's fist punches through the clone's shoulder, the bugs that make up the clone quickly skittering around to repair the damage and the Aburame and clone stop as Shinyuu looks at his fist- "Hmmm.... now this is interesting." -He smiled under his coat. Though he couldn't teleport like Zeshin, he knew of several jutsu that allowed the user to meld into things, such as water, or stone. He looks at the clone and he squats down, the bugs standing motionless as they wait for the Aburame to give them some direction. Shinyuu exhales softly as he closes his eyes and he slowly traces the chakra flow through his body, mentally imagining the path it takes through his chakra system- Heki : Stuck now, in his own little world, Akira began to think about his Academy days and the basics of creating a clone. However, a basic clone would simply reveal itself to lack any substance on the faintest contact moving through it. Using the ‘hard’ body of water, and chakra to contain it in shape, a much more useful, and solid, water clone could be made. It sure sounded easy enough to the young boy who stood up and cracked his knuckles. But he found out the hard truth when trying to create a body of water and channeling his chakra into it, only for the misshapen creation to burst apart in a splash of water that left Akira drenched on this chilly morning. “Hachoo!” He sneezed, the tip of his nose already red as his teeth were clattering from the cold. –Only way to get warm is work.- Recalling his late adoptive father’s words, Akira tried again, and again, and again, until he fell back to the floor; completely wet with sweat and water. Now panting loudly, he felt the warmth return to his body, and tried to think what he did wrong. Zyzaat: -Hearing someone sneeze, Shinyuu replies- "Bless you...." -Opening an eye he looks at the gennin who laid on the ground, soaking with water- "We think it should start with less water.... make a smaller clone first, then increase the chakra and the amount of water it tries to control..." -He mutters under his breath. With the rinkaichu inhabiting his body, Shinyuu used the nano-sized beetles to gradually disperse the chakra's path through his body focusing first on just his forearm. As the beetles were small enough to devour people on a cellular level, they would be perfect to carry the chakra throughout his body on the tiny level that was needed for the jutsu to succeed. Pushing his arm against the ground of the training arena and his hand slowly sinks into the ground though he appears to be prssing it in with great effort and he is forced to quickly pull it back out, flexing his fingers as if in pain- "Tch... Zeshin made it look so simple..." Heki : /The eerie voice came as a welcoming surprise to the boy who was lost on what to do next. “A smaller clone? With more chakra?”. Like a rebellious brat Akira got up to his feet and scowled. “As if something like that would work, pff.”. He swept the top of his hand under his nose in a cool and defiant gesture. “Tch.” But decided to pay heed to the words of the bug-using speedster. Again Akira created a humanoid body of water, but smaller, like that of a toddler. Again he began directing his chakra though the water and to his amazement saw that the water retained its shape rather than bursting apart. With a little more focus he managed to move a limb of the faceless blue mini-clone, and a few tries later Akira could even make it resemble his own appearance. –That man is smarter than I thought.- Falling back onto his buttocks, Akira regained his breath and took a short break while watching the other again with the hopes of seeing additional interesting things. Zyzaat: -Shinyuu's bug clone dissipates, the beetles disappearing once more under the Aburame's coat, having served their purpose appearantly, Once more, Shinyuu pushes his hand against the ground and it disappears up to the middle of his forearm, and though his arm shakes slightly, Shinyuu is able to keep his hand underground for almost a minute before he is forced to pull it out once more. Though it had been underground, the coat showed no hint of grime or dirt, nor was the ground disturbed in the least by the jounin's arm, unlike most techniques which displaced the ground- Heki : “What the…” Akira couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw what happened. –Did he just move his…- Shaking his head, he checked to see if he wasn’t sleeping and pinched himself, sounding a quick yelp. –So I’m not asleep.- “Oi Sir, what’s going on with your arm over there?” Akira crawled a bit closed on all fours and looked down at where the Aburame’s forearm had disappeared below the surface without disturbing the ground in any way. “How does that work?” Of such was the child’s amazement when said arm came back out unscathed, that Akira tumbled backwards a few time and landed upside-down against the bo-staff that still stood erect afterwards thanks to it being partially burrowed. “Wows…” And next came a roar of hunger that originated from the child’s stomach. All of this training had left him hungry but he hardly had any money left. But he wasn’t the type to ask for favors either so he grabbed a piece of dense bread from his pocket and chewed on the flavorless meal. Zyzaat: -Shinyuu looks at the gennin from the corner of his eye and he looks at his arm- "Hmmm we are disappointed, but at least the theory is sound... This is a jutsu we are trying to learn. We find ourselves rather limited when fighting on the ground so we are trying to expand our usefulness. We see that the young one requires sustenance. The Zeshin mentioned ramen to us as an acceptable offering to others, would the young one like to join us?" -Though the Aburame wasn't hungry at this point in time, the jutsu he was developing was a fairly harmless one, and could be practiced at the ramen shop as easily as here, especially as it didn't appear he could use it on more than a single arm at this point in time- Heki : “Don’t have to ask me twice.”. Akira hopped onto his feet and pulled his bo-staff over his shoulders while talking ahead to the gate and kicking it open, waiting for the other to pass through. A small smirk visible on the boys lips as he waited for mysterious man to pass before speaking. “My name is Akira! Did you say something about Zeshin earlier? Isn’t he that Blootz guy or something?”. Akira would then catch up to the generous man and looked up with a vibrant pair of inquisitive eyes. The boy was obviously searching for some kind of answer as to who this man was exactly and what was hidden behind those black sunglasses. Subconsciously, Akira was just happy to be around an adult who took ‘care’ of him. Zyzaat: -Walking past the kid, Shinyuu held the arm that was on the other side of his body from Akira out, his fingertips brushing through first the metal of the gate, then the trees that lined the path to the training arena. He purposefully kept his fingers from going in too far into whatever substance he was walking past, in order to allow him to walk more quickly as he wasn't trying to improve how much of his body he could phase into an object at one time, rather he was more focused on modulating the chakra in order to compensate for the different densities and make up of whatever material his fingers were passing through. Also as his hand was completely covered in the rinkaichu beetles, Shinyuu didn't want to accidentally touch someone and infest them with the beetles. As he was focued on his jutsu, he wasn't paying full attention to the gennin, so he missed the boy's name... which never really bothered Shinyuu- "We think it means Blitz... yes that is what others call the Zeshin, we think. We do not know if we have a nickname like that... we doubt it, as we preffer to not draw that much attention to ourselves." -As he spoke, though the gennin was looking up at him, Shinyuu was instead looking around, careful not to bump into passerby on the street, so he might have appeared slightly scatterbrained to the young Akira. As the two approach the ramen shop, Shinyuu dropped his hand, the deadly beetles returning to their dormant state and he holds open the door for Akira- "It may choose what it wishes. We find ourselves partial to the mushroom bowl, it is done particularly well here." Heki : It was amusing, interesting, and confusing for the young boy to behold this unique person. It seemed like eye-contact wasn’t something the man was interested in, and in all honesty Akira didn’t like prolonged eye contact himself, so in a strange way, they were a ‘good’ fit. His gaze now staring dead ahead at a imagined point in the sky, Akira sounded a late “ooohh” at the Aburame’s comment regarding not having a nickname. “Isn’t that just because everyone calls you a creep?”. Akira’s lips tightened into a coy grin as he narrowed his eyelids, and then parted his lips to reveal a toothy smirk. --- Some time pissed and the two arrived at the Ramen shop. Akira bowed his head respectfully to the Aburame for holding the door open and having invited him so generously, followed by a bow of the head to the Ramen shop owner. The manners taught by his late adoptive parents would be evident in his behavior for a long time to come. And realizing this he felt a sense of sadness well up in his heart. Looking down at the dense piece of tasteless bread in his hand, he felt some tears tickling his eyes, but fought them back as nonchalant as he could while pocketing the bread for later with pain in his gut as he thought back to when he ate with ‘mom’ and ‘dad’. It wasn’t until the Aburame spoke again that Akira was focused on the real world again, forcing a makeshift smile as he leaned over the counter, and soon his sadness was pushed back to the back of his mind and forgotten as his eyes dated past all of the options on the menu. “Shrimp… Beef…. Squid?” He sighed in distress, unable to make a choice, and finally looked up at the Aburame saying; “I’ll have the mushroom bowl, please. Creepy old man. Tehehe.”. Zyzaat: -Sitting at the bar, the Aburame plucks the hat off his head, setting it aside on an empty chair next to his. The Aburame thinks for a moment- "Creep? I suppose so, but are not nicknames prefaced by a 'the'? Are we then, the creep?" -He nods to the owner.... he only ever ordered one thing, and the owner begins making two portions of the mushroom bowl while Shinyuu carefully stacked coins on one another on the table. It was strange for the Aburame, sitting and eating with another person, as he usually would take his food and leave to eat somewhere alone. He adjusts his black spectacles on the bridge of his nose as he rests a hand on the counter of the bar and it suddenly falls through to land on his knee under the counter. Under his coat, Shinyuu smiled it seemed as if he was slowly getting the hang of this technique... with assistance from his beetles and on the small scale of a single part of one limb- "What is it called then?" -He asks the boy- "Perhaps the shorty?" -He says, though with his strange way of speech and the over emphasis on "the" would probably make it sound as if it was a serious question- Heki : Unusually happy, Akira sat down beside the Aburame and planted his elbows on the table while cupping his cheeks. “Creep… the Creep… hmm….” He stared down at the coin that suddenly disappeared and got distracted from thinking which nickname worked best. Instead, he wondered if the coin trick was a part of the same technique that the Aburame had used on the training grounds to make an arm vanish underground. –I wonder if I can ..- His train of thought was halted by a unexpected inquiry of the man. A little bewildered, Akira turned around and made a dull-face. “I told you earlier, Creep-sama. I am Akira.”. For some reason the boy had no problems understanding the unusual way that the Aburame communicated and kept up word for world while some of the other people in the Restaurant looked a little perplexed. But he couldn’t fathom that the Creep had not overheard his earlier introduction, and was a little annoyed, however all was soon forgotten as their steaming meals were served. Akira pressed his hands together and closed his eyes in silent prayer before saying “Itadakimasu.” and grabbing his chop stick. Akira’d wait until Creep-sama began eating before digging in himself, happily slurping on the perfectly flavored noodles. Zyzaat: -Picking up the chopsticks, Shinyuu takes out a peice of the cooked mushroom and a centipede crawls out from under his coat, wrapping along the chopsticks and eating the peice of fungus. Using his other hand, Shinyuu takes some of the noodles with a second pair of chopsticks and slurps them down- "So this one is known as Akira.... Very well, Akira. Is the food to its enjoyment?" -He asks the gennin- "We noticed it practicing water jutsu, that is a very useful nature to have... though perhaps the clone jutsu is a bit difficult a technique to try and grasp so early in its training?" Heki : -He can eat with both hands?!- Akira raised a judging brow and found it hard to believe this man was for real. But impressed with the dexterity displayed, he found himself wanting to try it too. Grabbing a second pair of chopsticks he failed horribly, leading to him placing them down neatly while frowning furiously, and continuing to finish his meal with one set of chopsticks; grumbling every now and then. After finishing with a satisfied burp, Akira leaned back in his chair with a smug face, thanking the Aburame with a bow of the head. “Thank you Creep-Sama.” Then giving a late answer to the earlier asked question about the clones. “I think I can get the hang of it during my next training.” Looking away with inflated cheeks. “Thanks to your tips, I guess.” Then, feeling slightly insulted, he continued; “Plus you haven’t even see what I can do. I’m a good Shinobi you know.” A coy glance was directed at the Aburame before Akira stood up and stretched. “Thanks again…” he made a haunting face in comical fashion “The…Creeeeep –creepy sounds- woooooheeeuuhh. –creepy sounds-”. After a final bow to the Aburame and Ramen shop owner, Akira left shouted back ; “Maybe we can meet again tomorrow! Plus, I think that The Void sounds far cooler!” and left the scene. Zyzaat: -Shinyuu waves over his shoulder as the gennin runs off... somewhere. The older shinobi wasn't in that much of a hurry, instead taking his time to enjoy his meal, as well as giving the centipede time to finish its own morself of food. Though it was only a slice of mushroom, it was still a very large meal for the beetle. Once his meal was concluded, Shinyuu stands up and putting his hat back on, suddenly disappears, using his immense speed to leap rapidly up to the roof of the nearby building, pulling his hat back onto his head, and he yawns slightly, rubbing a fully belly as he lays down and crosses his legs at the ankles, tilting his hat over his face to block out the sun as he traces his finger in small circles in the roof the building growing more and more comfortable with the jutsu on the small scale for now, humming a tune to himself as he lays there- 