Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27975466-20160330193114

Conditions weren’t too harsh outside today in the village of Kirigakure. The sun had one of its rare appearances; shining its light through the legendary mist. It was warm outside, not too much of breeze either. Karihime had just gotten up from a gruesome training he had the previous day. His bones well rested he was more than ready to conduct another day of vigorous training. He was actually getting ready to meet up with one of his peers from his academy days. Mitusma of the fuma clan, they weren’t the closest friends but Karihime wanted to change that dangling title of acquaintances. Karihime bumped into him after his training yesterday and insisted that they meet up to see how each of them had grown the past couple of years. He knew that he wanted more sparring partners and maybe this one could be different, a rival maybe? Karihime didn’t want to rush things to quickly, but he was always eager to make a new friend. He got up to prepare himself for the upcoming meeting he was going to have. He wanted to make a good first impression so he suited up in his full attire, even brought along things he knew he wasn’t going to utilize in anyway today. He started off his fashionable attire with a fleece baby blue zipper hoodie that he only zipped up about three-fourths the way up. This exposed a portion of his chest and he liked it like that because it looked cool and impressed the ladies. His pants were navy blue in color, just a few shades darker than his jacket. He brought along his ninja tool kit and even strapped his tan first aid kit around his waist. He didn’t expect things to get to bloody, but one could never be too naïve in the village hidden in mist. He headed out his door to a field that he suggested that they should meet up at for their spar. The field was a large grass plain that resided in the village. The mist wasn’t too harsh outside and it swopped low along the grass, slightly obscuring one’s feet. Karihime arrived to the scene first and he waited patiently for his hopefully new friend to arrive so they could begin their training.

~In the village of Kirigakure there was a young boy named Mitatsu Fuuma who was hated by his very own clan being the Fuuma clan themeselves the reason for this was unknown to most not even Mitatsu himself knew the reason this reason was only known by a few of the most advance and high ranking Fuuma leaders. Mitatsu lived isolated from the rest of the Fuuma he lived in a residence along the outskirts of the village of Kirigakure in a small cabin like home by himself. Inside this small home the alarm clock had now began to ring off the hook it rung so hard and loud that it appeared to be jumping for joy off the dresser that stood on the right side of Mitatsu's bed. As this alarm clock rung Mitatsu opened his eyes awakening from his slumber. Mitatsu was sweating bullets which was typical for his awakening in the morning this happend every morning because of him being haunted by the same dream almost every single night of his clan staring and laughing at him. Mitatsu was now awake placeing his right palm on his temple. This gesture was because Mitatsu had a very chronic head ache and was in a bit of pain his pale white skin dripping with sweat he stood up on his bed side. With this Mitatsu had now dragged himself to his restroom and took a hot shower freshining up from the sweat that he had endured while sleeping. Mitatsu stayed in the shower for a total of twenty minuets and after leaving the shower he then dried himself off and walked to his closet to put on his typical outfit which was a black shinobi hooded flak jacket this was not one like the jounin of Kiri wore but one he had that onlly had two pockets on it one by the right side of his chest and one by the left side of his chest. He wore a black shinobi rebreather on his face that covered most of the bottom half of his face between this and his black hoodie only a bit of his face could be seen. Mitatsu wore on his bottom half a pair of black shinobi baggy bottoms and on his feet he wore black open toed shinobi sandles which were lighter than usuaml but comfortable than most other foot wear that came from the village known as Kirigakure that the average shinobi would wear. These sandles felt like nothing was on his feet by the weight of things but also provided a large ammount of confort as well. Mitatsu wore around his neck the Kirigakure forehead protector but unlike most shinobi who wore the forehead protector around the forehead Mitatsu wore this item around his neck. The band had the Kirigakure village symbol engraved in a metal plate that was attached to the band. Mitatsu then looked right above his closet where he kept his ninja tools kit and grabbed his black shinobi pouch that held a veriety of weapons inside of it being Five Kunai, Five Shuriken, Three paperbombs, Three smoke bombs, and two custom made kunai with paper bombs wrapped around the handles of the kunai which if touched by any hard surface on the tip of the blade would ignight and explode three seconds upon contact. Mitatsu then attached the black shinobi pouch to the back of his black shinobi pants and then started in on his way to forfill his daily routine. Mitatsu then slowly began to stroll through the village of Kirigakure being in construction from the recent attack by the Kaguya clan Mitatsu strolled throug as the village members glared at him in a bit of fear but also uncertainty because of his heroic efforts in the fight against the Kaguya clan. Mitatsu then approached a sign that said Training feild Mitatsu was about to go through his daily routine of training alone by killing animals and other things in the area to sharpen his abbillity to kill. He then walked and followed the signs that led to the training field and as he reached the training field he saw a large populations of birds on the ground glareing at them through the thick mist that surrounded the village Mitatsu looked on blood thirsty ready to take their own pathetic lives for his own personal intrest's. As they ate the bugs from the ground and the soil of the training field Mitatsu continued to glare at them in a bit of a stalking manner ready to engage his new targets. Then as the birds continued to eat the bugs from the grass Mitatsu had just remembered that he was suppose to meet a young boy one of his peers form the academy today at the training field for a spar of some sort. Mitatsu had totally forgotten about this entire event. He was now reminded of it however and was ready to take this boy on looking on through the mist he now seen this young boy standing there waiting on him. Mitatsu then walked over to the young boy slowly as he stood there motionless upon reaching within a few yards range of him. Mitatsu did not utter a single word he just stood there staring at this young boy motionless waiting for his response Mitatsu appearing there.~

Karihime was more than eager to begin his sparring session. His lively personality countered the average Kirigakure ninja. He was actually a loving person and any interaction with people, especially friends, got his gears turning. From what he could remember, Miatsu wasn’t the funniest person to be around, but he was indeed strong. He had the strength to push Karihime to limits he needed in order to excel tin the upcoming chunin exams. He kicked some of the grass around as he waited for his enemy to arrive to the scene and found it funny that he could barely see his feet with the mist that laid on the ground. He heard small footsteps starting from a distance not too far from him. He started to get a little more energetic as the noise got louder and louder. He thought to himself that this could only be his sparring partner, who else would come here at a time like this. He soon saw a man appear, the couldn’t see his face though the mask and jacket that concealed most of his head. He did notice that he was wearing the Kirigakure forehead protector around his neck, something that Miatsu was known for doing. “Oi! Is that you Miatsu. Your kind of late, did you forget about me?” Karihime had a joking tone in his voice, but he didn’t get the response he wanted out of his sparring partner. He didn’t even get a response at all. Karihime waited to see if he was going to give him a greeting or anything at that, but it never happened. It seemed as if he wanted no more than a battle with Karihime; Friendship was out of the question. “the silent treatment huh”, Karihime grabbed a kunai slowly out of his ninja pouch as his expression went from lively to battle ready. “Let’s start things off slow”, he thought to himself as he positioned his left leg behind his body. With a quick burst of speed he dashed towards Miatsu with the kunai in his right hand attempting to simply bring the fight to a start. He intentionally didn’t use his maximum speed for that he wanted to see basic reaction and gauge his enemy abilities from the start.

~As Mitatsu looked on in scilence staring at this young boy. This kid seemed livly a bit to lively for Mitatsu's taste, This made Mitatsu a bit bitter...Reason being was because he did not like other people to be so happy around him while his heart was filled with rage. This angered Mitatsu much, So much that it made a slight frown come to his pale face. Mitatsu wanted to do nothing mre than kill this young gennin at this point and what once was just a simple sparring match had turn into a blood bout for Mitatsu. Mitatsu stood there motionless still not saying not even the slightest of words he then noticed a bit of moevemet from this young boy. Mitatsu watched this kid closely not wanting to miss out on a single scene of this kids movements. This was typical for Mitatsu as he was a very observant person who examined every small little detail before he bursted into something. Mitatsu noticed this young boy bringing out a weapon, A kunai to be exact. This made Mitatsu be on his guard and was ready to fight now this slightly brought joy to Mitatsu's black heart because this young boy had the guts to bring the fight to him an make the first move. He then noticed as the Gennin began to rush in the direction of himself Mitatsu just stood there not moving a muscle watching the young boys movement and acceleration closly. As the boy began to close in on Mitatsu he looked the kid in his eyes with one of his favorite technuiqes Killing Intent This was a battle tactic that would totally paralyze the target. The target would be stunned by fear just by the look in the user's eyes. The techniuqe is so powerful that it could be sometimes mistakened for a genjutsu, However this was no genjutsu at all it was just a basic abbillity that Mitatsu had aquired in the ninja academy. Mitatsu looked this young boy in the eyes activating his killing intent as the boy got within a two feet range of his own self. Mitatsu was standing still not moveing a sigle muscle so it would be very difficult for one to tell that Mitatsu was performing such a technuiqe. in the first place. This killing intent was sprung out within a second and a half of the other gennin getting within a two feet range of Mitatsu. If the young boy had not reacted to this he would be stopped directly in his tracks and be totally paralyzed as he would see the vision of his very own brutal death at the hands of Mitatsu himself. This would leave the poor kid wide open for a direct frontal attack from Mitatsu. However if the killing intent technuiqe were to fail some how which was highly unlikely because of the range that the young boy was in with Mitatsu and the fact that the boy was looking directly at Mitatsu and Mitatsu was looking directly into his eyes, Mitatsu being two steps ahead of this battle because of his unusual smarts and IQ would already have planned his next two moves out in his head wheather they were to be a defensive approach or offensive.~ 