"Reporting!" A shinobi appeared in a plumb of smoke just before his words. He quickly moved to kneel.
Hirochi sighed. How did he get put into this situation, he wondered. His furrowed brow the only sign of irritation on the otherwise squinty-eyed man. "How does it look?"
"Sir! Minor skirmishes are being reported all along the northeastern corner of the boarder, our teams are scattered thin and are requesting reinforcements!."
Another sigh, before Hirochi ran his hand through his pale brown hair. He wasn't his brother! He wasn't a tactical expert. Hell, he'd barely passed the Chuunin Exams.He never did quite know how he made Jounin...and that wasn't more than a month ago. Dammit Shingen... The annoying memory popped up in his head, how his brother, with all his wile and wit, had practically shoved the duty of leading the defense-line on to him, while he went with the rest of the Garuda to intercept the infiltration team. "If my brothers information is right, the Kumo nin won't press hard. Draw the teams back to close the gaps and strengthen the line. If Kumo continues to press after that... I'll send more forces... but not before."
The shinobi in front of him nodded and vanished just as he appeared. Hirochi sighed...leadership was a much greater burden than he had realized. "I really picked the wrong line of work..." He turned back to the map, trying to figure out a next move. "I could've been an artist!" he said without much seriousness in his voice. One of the shinobi next to him snorted, a smirk visible on his features. Well, no use getting worked up about what won't change... "Well now..." He leaned over the table beside him and chuckled. "Lets see if we can't prod the beehive some."
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"Wise man once say..." The figure darted to the left narrowly avoiding a couple of kunai, " steam from ears -can't- be healthy!"
Koga scowled deeply, drawing another set of kunai from the confines of his cloak. He threw one, and attached an explosive tag to the other as he darted left, and tossed the miniature explosive towards the agile Konoha shinobi across from him. The kunai embedded itself in the ground right in front of the smirking shinobi and exploded. Koga's smirk died on his lips before it ever began as a smoldering log landed with a thud a few feet from the explosion. "Tch! Kawarimi no Jutsu? What's a Jounin using such a low level technique for?"
"Because...well... I don't know. Just... -because-." Koga's vision was drawn to the left of their forested battlefield. Shingen, smirk and all, was fanning himself idly with the large red wooden fan. The character for irritation clearly painted on the open panels. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he saw his opponent scowl even deeper and curse something not fit for good company. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to make such faces? They'll get stuck that way..." He snapped his fan closed and tapped it into the glove of his open hand. "I mean... look at me!" He canted his head to the side, auburn brown bangs falling over his squinted, fox-like visage.
Koga, resisting the urge to just roll his eyes at the ninja across from him, made a mental tally of where his allies were. Concentration and calculation were the two things that set a true ninja above all the rabble. Kenzo was busily involved in a general melee with that strange dog-user a slight distance east of him. The slave was hashing it out in typical close combat with the large older man even further east. He didn't even -need- to keep track of their leader, Kagato. Koga could -feel- the chakra in the air as he and that kunoichi exchanged one jutsu after another in rapidfire fashion.
Allied positions confirmed, he took a second to analyze the surroundings. They'd managed to cross the boarder into the wooded lands of Fire Country, but hadn't even left sight of the boarder before they'd been intercepted by these Garuda. They were fighting in a small forested valley, the walls of the rocky hills loomed on both sides of the pass that eventually lead back out to Hill Country.
He cursed silently, in all truth their mission was a failure. They would never be able to infiltrate the Fire Country Capital to assassinate the Fire Lord completely undetected now...not with all the noise they were making. All that was left was to look for a chance to make a tactical retreat. His hands withdrew into his cloak, withdrawing a pair of vials containing a thick crimson liquid. With a flick of his wrist he tossed them out and proceeded to form the proper handseals. "Akuma shieki no jutsu." Simultaneously both vials shattered, a thick smoke rising from the small explosion.
Shingens smirk dropped for just a moment, leaping back at the sudden small-scale explosion and the resulting plumbs of smoke. A high pitched shriek hit his ears and then another. What could only be describes as some grotesque cross between a spider and a dog crawled from the smoke, an identical twin following right behind it. "Well now...three on one is hardly fair..." He dodged to the left, as one of the demons leapt at him in a very spider like fashion. Forced to roll to the left again as the other demon leapt at him, its mandibles overflowing with a strange liquid that could only be poison of some kind, Shingen quickly placed the closed fan in his sash, bit his thumb and smirked. "Guess I can play that game..." His hands flew in a series of seals. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu." He slammed an open palm into the ground and, in a burst of smoke, he was flanked by a large pair of black-as-night tigers.
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He launched himself forward, arm outstretched, fist balled. The swift punch was dodged by mere centimeters as Kenzo leaned back, letting the dog user glide past him and skid to a halt as he spun to face the swordsmen.
"Izzat all you can do Kono-nin?" He held his plain handled odachi out to the side, a superior smirk on his features. He would never claim to be the smartest ninja around but, he reasoned, if you could rip through someone's plan with raw force...what was the point of claiming intellectual superiority? He spun, narrowly avoiding the sharp claws and fangs of the tan and black dog, and with a swipe of his sword...barely missed the dog as it retreated to it's owners side. "You're buzzing around like a little gnat..." He lofted the sword, letting it rest casually on one shoulder. "It ain't gonna do you any good..." He smirked...how many shinobi, he wondered, could claim to have bested one of the Shinobigatana of the Mist at their own game? Those seven swordsmen were feared opponents, but then, so was he. That was why he'd beaten one.
"Man you bark more than a dog... you know that?" Eo sighed, the Kumo sword-nin reminded him a lot of his obnoxious clan members back in Konoha. Always loud and boasting about this and that. It irritated him to no end to realize that he was the exception to the rule when it came to how reserved he normally was. The Inuzuka clan, natural-born scouts that they were, seemed to have an uncanny knack to be as loud and rambunctious as possible. "Lets do it, Sui-min!" With a loud bark the dog scampered behind his master. "Futatsu-Shinkirou!"
Kenzo blinked, thinking perhaps his eyes were watering or something. No...The image of the beast-user was actually flickering around him, like a mirage. He smirked. he'd seen attacks of this sort before. The first attack would be a feint and either the second or third 'mirage' would be the real strike. He leveled his long blade and darted forward with a sense of agility most would never find in someone who used such a large weapon. Holding his weapon horizontally, he swung the weapon in a massive arc, a smirk forming on his lips as he watched the blade slice completely through his opponent...with no resistance?
The smirk forming on Kenzo's lips died before it ever had a chance. The image of the flickering dog user vanished entirely just as the blade passed through him. He felt a slight increase in his weapons weight, watching with a slight scowl as his opponent used his sword as a step to launch himself high into the air...But something tickled his warriors instinct... Kenzo couldn't quite figure it out until he noticed the image of the dog-user wasn't flickering.
"Now! Sui-min!" Eo called out as he began rotating, building up a vicious tornado. Kenzo took the slight second he had to look behind him... an identical clone of the Inuzuka was only a few feet behind him, starting its own rotation... "Gatsuuuga!"
A loud explosion rang out over the battlefield and, as the smoke and dust began to settle, Kenzo stumbled backwards... no worse for the wear save for a large gash over his left brow. "Big...mistake...Kono-nin..."
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Three full flips were completed before her feet found a solid standing ground... or as solid as a ninja needed at any rate. From the tops of two trees the two leaders of the battling shinobi stared each other down.
"Tch...those damnable talismans are annoying..." Kagato brought one hand up, idly rubbing his sore shoulder. "Using them as a means of using so many different elements... it's almost unfair." The Fire Country's warm wind picked up, sending leaves into the air about them.
Mitsuki never once let the serene smile drop from her face as she rose a hand, keeping some hair from falling into her eyes. "Hmm? I never thought I'd hear the Devil of Illusion complaining about fairness." The four talismans hovered in the air in front of her, a slight crackle of energy running between them. "After all, who was it that was trying to sneak across the boarder? Hmm?"
Kagato simply smirked, his dark mane billowing about him. His hands flashed in a series of seals, finishing with a clap-together of his hands. "Hyaku Shuurai no jutsu" He separated his hands and between them formed a small ball of lightning. From that ball, began streaming bolts of lightning, all aimed toward the Konoha kunoichi across from him.
Mitsuki hopped back once, twice, but couldn't avoid the next incoming bolt. "Tate!" The four talismans floating about her crackled with energy as the bolt impacted a shield of a dull white color. Mitsuki managed to dodge the majority, and those she couldn't, her shield managed to block. She leapt back one last time, dodging the last bolt of electricity. "Araa...You certainly aren't making this easy Onii-san." She emphasized the last word with a slight wave of her finger. Kneeling for a moment, she used the momentum to launch herself high into the air, and produced a strange looking paper talisman from the sleeve of her keikogi. The four talismans floating in the air around her began to pulse in rhythm with the one she held. "Doton no fuuin kai: Chiryu Shinkou."
Mitsuki's joke did not pass unnoticed by the dark haired man, but a truly trained shinobi would hardly be baited but such words. He barely leapt clear of the tree he'd been perching on as it, and the space he'd been occupying just a few seconds earlier found itself within the belly of an angry looking dragon formed from the earth below him. He leapt back again, barely avoiding the dragons snapping maw, as it crashed back down to the earth below. Kagato once again found himself face to face with the female shinobi with but a few treetops between them. His eye twitched just slightly. "I tire of looking at that Buddha-like face of yours, shrew..."
Mitsuki brought her hand to her chin, a finger tapping her cheek lightly as she canted her head to the side. "Araa... no need to get so personal, Onii-san." The almost playful tone in her voice never slipping.
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Most shinobi he knew, and the very few he fought, had always favored agility and speed over a solid defense or overwhelming offense. They liked to dart around and pelt him with kunai or whatever jutsu they favored. There were, of course, the odd ones out, like Kenzo, who preferred a good up close fight. The large older man across from him seemed like that type, hefting what just -had- to be one heavy looking stone hammer over his shoulder.
But it wasn't really the hammer or the mans age or even his size that put his senses on edge. It was the mans smirk, his silent admission of superiority. There were those who smiled and smirked in such a way that it practically reeked up falseness, Nagi had seen -many- of those, and then there were those whose smirk foretold true strength. If his estimations were anywhere near close, the latter was far more likely than the former for this particular foe. He let out a breath slowly, and leveled his spear in a ready stance. The mans age foretold experience, and if the lack of ninja's his age was any measure, a decent amount of skill as well. Nagi also sensed that special air that only those authoritative figures liked to put on. -That- was enough to throw most of his fears out the window...he just needed to make sure his caution didn't go with it.
"You stand there any longer n I'll be mummified before we finish this." Morio dropped his hammer, the large flat section of it thudding on the ground below.
"Heh, works in my favor...'Sides... you know it's age before beauty right..."
Morio's smirk only grew. "Like your a shinin' example of beauty?"
"Well... More n you old man." His eyes narrowed... the old man across from him, though lax, hadn't let down his guard in the least.
"That so?" Morio stretched his free arm once before wrapping his hand around the broad hilt of the stone-hammer. "Then who am I ta be..." In a speed Nagi had certainly not expected from a man of his age and girth, Morio rushed forward, hammer held high. "...rude!"
Nagi barely had a few moments time to recognize the attack was coming before the hammer was already above him. With a swift twist he spun out of the way, adjusting himself on the vibrating ground next to where the hammer had fallen. He let his chakra spread, encompassing the bladed portion of his spear and, using the momentum of his prior twist, lashed out with his spear horizontally.
Morio, expecting a counter attack of some sort, leapt back in retreat. However, to his surprise a veritable wave of chakra was following his retreat. He leaned his left shoulder forward, and let the shield take the brunt of the attack he realized he couldn't easily dodge. The wave of chakra dispersed over it, but not before leaving a sizable gash running from one side of the shield to the other. "Whoo... Nasty little technique you've got there." The old man looked up only to find the grassy area in front of him empty. With a sudden realization he spun, his hands rapidly forming a series of seals. "Tsuchi shouheki no jutsu." Finishing with slapping both his hands to the ground below. A large earthen slab rose up in front of him just in time to intercept another wave of sharp chakra from his opponents weapon. Again the technique dispersed but not before cleaving almost clean through the wall of stone and earth. The onslaught didn't stop, nor did Morio expect it to. From the front, the back, from his left, or his right, and even from above him. He was forced, again and again, to dodge or block the wave.
He'll probably get fed up with trying this from a distance and either change tactics or close in... Morio, though often thought of as jolly, was far from mindless. He would never call himself a great shinobi, or even a very talented one. What he was, however, was experienced. His long years of fighting had taught him a great deal. He's fairly fast, and uses a chakra-light technique from a distance. But someone with a spear is rarely a distance-type. And almost on some silent or mental queue, he spotted the black-haired spear man out of the corner of his eye, off to his right, before noticing him charging inward. Close-up it is... He mentally prepared one of his weaker, but oft-used, jutsu's... one that didn't require handseals...before slapping the ground at his feet yet again.
He barely had time to look up and jump back before Nagi's spear sliced at the air he had been occupying only milliseconds before. Like last time he leaned his left shoulder forward. The shield probably wouldn't survive the technique this time, but as long as it stopped the attack...that's what counted. Both his estimations came true. The technique was thwarted and the shield shattered.
Nagi didn't even have time to form some semblance of anger or annoyance before he noticed himself sinking into the ground around him. The ground had become almost...quicksand-like in nature from Morio's last jutsu. Just as he attempted to leap free, he noticed Morio toss his hammer into the sky. "Nagareboshi no jutsu." The hammer, which had looked as if it were carved from the very stone of the earth around them, shattered in many small balls and then, subsequently, burst into flame with their intended target to be none other than Nagi himself. Using his own chakra, Nagi managed to free himself from the muddy earth and leapt back, avoiding the first few falling meteorites. Spinning his spear he leveled the hind-portion of it, decorated with a large metallic crescent-shaped object and made a whip-like motion outwards.
Needless to say, Morio was surprised when the small metallic object, seemingly attached to a long chain, wrapped around him and effectively dragged him into the blast radius of his own jutsu. The chain retracted in time for Morio to notice the last, and largest, of his meteorites plummeting right toward him. "Damn! Tsuchi shouheki no jutsu." Again an earthen wall rose up intercepting the incoming stone. His senses told him that his opponent was readying another attack. He tried spinning around to ready his defense technique again...but the muddy earth around him slowed him. A small part of his brain realized he'd never get the jutsu off in time, but he tried anyway. His fingers barely began their first seal before he saw the wave closing in on him.
He prepared himself for the worst...
...only to see the wave splash against a strange, almost ethereal white barrier. His eyes focused, noticing the four talismans floating in front of him, forming his captains almost iconic shield. He noticed, as well, as the lithe form his young captain dropped down in front of him, just behind her own barrier, her breathing only slightly erratic. "Are you all right Morio?"
"Uh." He shook his head, quickly clearing the adrenaline induced fog. "Y-yeah, captain... Sorry about that. I got cocky n he surprised me." He quickly undid the jutsu binding his feet and stood straight.
"I noticed..." She had her typical serene look... ever the Buddha. "Almost thought I wouldn't make it in time." She looked to their left, where two of the four Kumo nin had been driven back to the small ravine that acted as a pass into the area. Kenzo and Koga both were breathing fairly hard, but no worse for the wear. No sooner did she see them, than they were joined by their leader, Kagato. The young spearman whom she still didn't have a name for had retreated back to them as well.
She heard, before she saw, the heavy breathing of the large black tiger that stood beside it's summoner, Shingen, and noticed as well, when Eo and his canine partner joined them. The two groups came to a standstill yet again. A gloved hand rose, straightening her keikogi before turning to look at their enemies. "Had enough already... Onii-san?"
"Hardly...shrew." His gloved hand brushed his bangs, and a slight amount of sweat, from his forehead. "I just happen to dislike the excessive heat of this country is all."
"Well... It -is- called Fire Country after all." Shingen chuckled lightly before wincing at the slightly forced elbow to his ribs from Eo. "Ow...What was that for?!" He glared accusingly at the dog-user.
Mitsuki spared only a cursory glance, and sigh, toward Shingen, before clearing her throat and returning her sea-blue gaze back to Kagato. "Really? Looks to me like your looking for a chance to run away. You don't really think we're just going to stand here and let you waltz away, do you?"
"Hardly..." Kagato smirked. "But we were given...insurance... for just such a senario. Right? Ookami-san?"
Nagi simply scowled. Somehow he felt like a plucked duck held over a boiling pot. Every time the fates seemed to cut him a break, it was only to drop him that much closer to the water. He let out a low grunt and stepped forward, bringing his spear to the ready.
"I'm afraid this little game is over with, Lady Seal Mistress. Our mission is a failure, thus we have no more reason to be here." As Kagato finished the last few words of his sentence, Koga withdrew two kunai wrapped with explosive tags. The three Kumo-nin leapt back and Koga threw the two kunai at the two sides of the miniature pass' wall, bringing rubble crashing down between them and the Konoha force that seemed ready to give chase.
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Eo was ready to leap toward the fleeing Kumo-nin, but was only held back by the large wrinkled hands of Morio. But Shingen and Mitsuki both were very much surprised. The last warrior... the one Kagato had called 'Ookami' hadn't retreated with them. Instead he charged forward with the falling stone raining about him.
A particularly large boulder slammed down in front of Nagi's path. With one swift motion, he cleaved the obstruction in two and skidded to a halt at the mouth of the now collapsed pass. He leveled his spear again and, with one final resigned sigh, smirked.
"They...abandoned they're comrade?" Morio's voice was slightly shaky, as if he was restraining some kind of anger.
"Actually, it looks more like he wanted to be abandoned." Shingen had closed his fan. Though his fox-eyed squint remained, his smirk had dropped from his lips quite quickly.
Nagi snorted. "Heh...You're both wrong." He spun his spear overhead before releasing one of his cutting waves of chakra, headed straight toward the four shinobi.
Though it never made it, as it's chakra splash over Mitsuki's strange talisman shield. "Araa? Now I'm curious. What do you mean by that, Ookami-san?" The four talismans spun, as if directed by unseen hands, before returning to the hand of their waiting owner. Mitsuki stepped forward, imitating Shingen and fanning herself with her talismans.
"Tch! I'd say it's pretty obvious lady." Though he didn't drop his stance, he freed one hand from his spear to tap the caste-iron collar around his neck. "I'm sure even you have enough braincells to know what this is."
"A very gaudy necklace?" It came out so smoothly and naturally from the masked kunoichi that Nagi flinched, trying to keep his temper down.
"Ok, that's the last time I assume anything about shinobi." Nagi growled and took a threatening stance.
Shingen snapped his fan open again, smirked, and took a step forward... "Well, you know what they say about assuming...It makes an ass.." He was cut off as his captain held a hand out in front of him.
"He looks enough like one that I doubt he needs help in -that- department, Shingen." Mitsuki smirked behind her half-mask and took a step forward. With a flick of her wrist, the four talismans were once again floating about her in a disembodied fashion.
"My oh my, Hime-sama. That was just cruel." Shingen smirked, stepping back beside the silent Eo and Morio, before he began fanning himself yet again.
She simply smirked and took a few more steps forward. "Why is it you're continuing to fight? Is it against your wishes?"
"Are you kiddin lady?" Nagi smirked is such a feral and blood thirsty way that, for a moment, Mitsuki almost began doubting the mans sanity. "I've -never- been more free than I am. Right. Now!" As if to punctuate his last few words he charged forward thrusting his spear out toward Mitsuki.
Nimble as ever, the Konoha Kunoichi leapt clear of the vicious slash. However, Nagi's attacks did not cease, once more he slashed, and once more she dodged. It was like watching some kind of deadly dance between the two of them.
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Of the three shinobi watching the fight, Eo seemed the most annoyed. He crossed his arms and sighed. "He ain't too bad. But you must be slippin if he caught -you- off guard Morio."
The old man grumbled and ran a hand through his trimmed beard. "He's more wily than you give him credit for, Mutt."
Eo was about to throw a retort but, as usual, was cut off by Shingen. "Perhaps...but this wily man can atest to the fact that clever ploys only get one so far." His usual squinted features hardened somewhat, as he carefully watched the fight in front of him. "He's certainly above your average weapons-user. But the gap between him and our little Hime-sama is pretty apparent."
Eo snorted. "Like it really matters. He's a throw-a-way."
Morio chuckled. "His only reason for fighting is to make sure we don't follow the three Devils, true." He sighed lightly. "But out of all the Kumo-nin, he's the only one who accomplished his mission."
"I suppose that counts on some level..." Shingen chuckled. "But we accomplished ours as well, in preventing their incursion."
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Nagi skidded back before righting himself and falling into a stance. He stopped a growl in his throat. He was being bested by a women almost half his size. His labored breathing versus her comfortable, almost lax, stance said that well enough. Well, if this was bound to be his last fight, he might as well put everything he had into it, right? He spun his spear and, like before, covered it with a layer of chakra, before sending out the razor sharp wave toward his opponent.
Mitsuki didn't even bother putting up her shield to intercept the wave, finding that dodging it was easier. he unleashed another wave, and she dodged it again. They had traded places now. With Mitsuki's back to the collapsed pass and Nagi's back to the three Konoha shinobi under his opponents command. He's maneuvering me. She realized, But to what end? He didn't seem like the trap type. He was far too intense and straight forward for that. Still...
Nagi sliced his spear vertically through the air, unleashing another wave toward her, before following it up with another. He had pushed her so she had her back against the rock wall of the pass. Nagi's already feral smirk grew only wider. His arms tensed, as he released a flurry of waves that...
...All passed over Mitsuki's head. The confused kunoichi turned to look at what he was seemingly shooting at, and only too late realized why he was moving her to where she was. A considerably large chunk of rock, carved away by Nagi's waves was already falling toward her. All she managed was a slight gasp...
Nagi watched with a sense of satisfaction as the large rocks entombed his opponent. He fell forward, slightly, with exhaustion but managed a chuckle as he leaned on his spear. "Hah! How...about that!!" He took a few deep breaths before turning to look toward the shocked faces of the three men behind him.
All he managed was a smirk before the ground started rumbling.
Nagi barely managed to stay on his feet, but when he turned to look back at the pile of rubble he'd brought down on his opponent, a dull white light seemed to be shining underneath it. And then, Nagi's jaw literally dropped... the entire pile of rocks began to slowly rise into the air. "Araa...Bringing down a mountain on me..." There stood Mitsuki, one arm held high into the air, as if supporting the talisman shield that held up the entire pile of rocks he'd dropped on top of her. "That's a little unfair, don't you think? Ookami-san?"
Shingen snickered idly. "There's -something- unfair here. But I don't think it has anything to do with the mountain." Both Eo and Morio managed a smirk.
Nagi was struck speechless at the sight. Mitsuki, ever maintaining her serene smile, thrust the arm 'holding' the rocks up straight toward Nagi...as if giving the signal to charge.
Nagi clenched shut his eyes and prepared for the pain that would accompany being bombarded by heavy boulders. He heard them land and he felt the dust kick up around him. And then...nothing. He waited a moment more before opening his eyes to see Mitsuki canting her head to the side in a playful manner, still smiling beneath her ash-black half-mask. He was about to say something before he felt the cold bite of a kunai pressed to his neck, just above his collar.
Shingen chuckled lightly. "I'd say...that's game over."
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A/N: Weee heyo all my readers... yeah the whole two of ya that read OC-based fic's ; Anyways, I've gotta say, this chapter was damnably hard to write. So much action. I'm sure some might think it was going a little fast paced, but now it's finally time to slow down some. yay for character development... The next chapter will -hopefully- be easier to write and get off the press a little sooner, but being the spontaneous writer that I am, I won't make any promises...But I will try!
Lotta Japanese in this one, But I think sprinkling it in gives flavor... especially with technique names...To me it just ruins continuity to see Kage Bunshin no Jutsu on one line, and the ice comet no jutsu on the next -- I'm not 100 sure of my Japanese, so if anyone spots any wrongs tell me :)
Regardless... here we go.
Kawarimi no Justu: Replacement technique (any Naruto fan should know this one :P)
Akuma shieki no jutsu:Demon/Devil Enslavement technique (Shieki can also mean employment, surprisingly ;)
Kuchiyose no Jutsu:Summoning Technique (another Naruto staple)
Kono-nin: What the Kumo-nin call the Konoha shinobi. I was originally gonna work it some kinda word play with a certain Japanese curse word, but decided against it.
Shinobigatana: What the Seven Mist Swordsmen are called
Futatsu-Shinkirou:Literally means Two/twin Mirage.
Odachi: A -long- katana, sometimes called a Nodachi. It's actually supposed to be an anti-cavalry sword. Think Sepiroths sword.
Hyaku Shuurai no jutsu: Hundred Lightning bolts technique (Guess what this one does... ;)
Tate:Shield (simple :)
Onii-san: Anyone familiar with anime probably knows this means brother...But Mitsuki is also playing on the word Oni which means devil, which is what the three Kumo nin use for nicknames
Doton no fuuin kai: Chiryu Shinkou: Earth Seal Release: Earth Dragon Rising (I just love Mitsuki's jutsu style )
Tsuchi shouheki no jutsu: Soil/earth Barrier technique
Nagareboshi no jutsu: Falling Star technique
Ookami: Wolf
Hime-sama: Princess
I still haven't figured out a good name for Nagi's spear... -- Will hafta give it more thought. Anyways... Till next time folks! -- KW
