Village Hidden in the Bay

by WraithRune

She was destined to be the saviour of her world. She was the fated antihero, coming into power on Jan 2011. Yet webs of fate could be altered. Realities away, a forbidden technique was used, and the web of destiny… was shattered.

2. Chapter 2

Story Title: Village Hidden in the Bay

Crossover: Worm/ Naruto

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. No profit is made from the story. Just a fan's way of keeping the fandoms alive.

Summary: She was destined to be the saviour of her world. She was the fated antihero, coming into power on Jan 2011. Yet webs of fate could be altered. Realities away, a forbidden technique was used, and the web of destiny… was shattered.

Chapter Two –Beginning

Reality 8757-A41, Brockton Bay, 13th June 2010

Thirteen days had passed since she woke up back in her body. Thirteen days was also enough time for her to begin getting used to and become more comfortable with her chakra manipulation abilities. When Hashirama imprinted on her physical body, some of his chakra control was passed on to her, which meant that she had been able to pull and mould her chakra from the beginning, though her current chakra control could still be improved further.

The speed of her handseals were good enough for the first few tries, but Hashirama had made several comments over the days of how she would need to improve upon them, because if she was back in Hashirama's world, an academy ninja with less potential then her, but faster handseal making speed, or faster physical speed, would be able to disable her before she unleased any powerful techniques. Making faster handseals might not affect her right now, but if she ever got into cape fights in future, she would need that extra edge to produce fast ninja techniques.

As was becoming routine, her father would left for work early in the morning, while she would stay in for the school holidays. With her limited funds, there was not much places she could go to, and she would much rather spend more time getting used to her powers and building up her underground base.

The moment her dad had left the house, Taylor had washed up the dishes and make her way down the basement. With practiced ease, she walked around the piles of obstacles she had carefully placed to hide the way to the other end. She arrived at the far corner of the basement where to all appearance, it ended up against the wall.

In actual fact, Taylor had reproduced the plant materials needed to produce chakra ink, and was able to begin the Art of Seal making. Taylor had shifted some of the stuff in the basement away from the wall, and applied a specific seal array, under Hashirama's instructions, in the stretch of cleared floor against the far wall. It had taken seconds for the seal arrays to begin working, and to normal sight, the stretch of cleared floor was now replaced by the basement walls pressing in. Unless someone actually measured the dimension of the basement, or walk directly into the wall, no one would be able to tell that the stretch of wall was actually an illusion.

In Hashirama's world, there were different categories of chakra manipulation. The first and most common was Ninjutsu, the Art of Ninja Techniques. Ninjutsu used handseals for chakra manipulation to accomplish incredible feats such as changing of appearance, healing someone, short distance teleport, create fire dragons or summon a tidal wave.

There was also Genjutsu, the Art of Illusion. Genjutsu used handseals for chakra manipulations that disrupt the mind and senses, an incredibly subtle and deadly art requiring immerse chakra control.

The third staple of the ninja world was Taijutsu. Chakra was formed by combining one's own physical energies and spiritual strength. For ninjas specializing in Taijutsu, they only tap on one half of chakra's aspect, the physical energies. They could use their own physical energies to unleash hidden potentials in the human body, strengthening their body's endurance, physical power and speed.

The fourth and least common was Fūinjutsu, the Art of Seal making. It was from this art that handseals were born. An incredible and ancient chakra art, there were very few Fūinjutsu users who could claim mastery in the craft. In its raw and most simple form, it requires the use of special chakra ink to channel minuscule amounts of chakra to accomplish incredible feats. Enough knowledge of seals meant Seal Masters with the know-how could replicate any known Ninjutsu and Genjutsu techniques through written seal arrays given time.

Hashirama was considered a master in Ninjutsu, especially with his powerful Water, Earth and Wood Release techniques, a number of the later which were self-created. He had a reputation as a medical ninja after he mastered Yang release. He also had certain skills in Genjutsu due to his incredible chakra control and mastery of Yin element in later years. After he managed to gain the essence of several powerful hallucinogenic plants, he was able to pair his Wood Release Ninjutsu with mid-level Genjutsu to great effect.

What was less known was his powers in Fūinjutsu. The art was a slow form that could not be deployed instantly in battle without prior preparations. This meant that there were little records of his skills with it. Though largely unrecognized by his peers, Hashirama was a Seal Master in his own right. He was in fact the one that got his brother Tobirama to begin learning about seals, though Tobirama soon begin to outstrip Hashirama in seal craft within a few years.

His wife Mito Uzumaki, also possessed incredible Fūinjutsu knowledge. And even though Hashirama could never reach the level of Mito and Tobirama in Seal crafting, he was aware of the common and major seals, and even some of the rare and more powerful seal arrays created by Mito and Tobirama.

Hashirama also had a distinct advantage over most Seal Masters. The plants needed to create chakra ink were incredibly rare and difficult to grow. One major factor that deterred a lot of ninjas from learning Fūinjutsu was due to how expensive chakra ink were. The moment Hashirama had gained enough control over his Wood Release bloodline, he had recorded and memorised the essence of the plants needed to create chakra ink so that he could regrow them much easily.

Much of the Senju clan's wealth made during his era was due to his trade and sales of rare plants that he grew with his bloodline. In fact it could be said that Konoha, the village he helped formed with Madara and Tobirama's help, was largely financed through manipulation of his bloodline to grow shelter, crops, herbs and rare plants for trade.

Hashirama was also known as a Taijutsu expert, a powerful Sage said to be the level of the legendary Sage of the Six Path and master of many weapons. After all, there was a reason his peers nicknamed him the God of Shinobi for his unmatched ninja might. Though Hashirama did note that he would teach Taylor about Senjutsu, the Art of manipulating nature's energies, and weapon mastery in future, right now they were concentrating mainly on her Ninjutsu, Taijutsu and Fūinjutsu.

Mastering weapons takes time since muscle memories need time to train. Right now Taylor had an advantage in learning Ninjutsu and Fūinjutsu due to the significant chakra pool, chakra elements, and chakra control passed on to her through Hashirama. A Genin or Chunin level ninja technique which would take most ninjas in Hashirama's world months to learn, can be accomplished by Taylor within hours or minutes due to her chakra advantage and Hashirama's nagging guidance.

Having chakra force similar to a Senju meant that she healed faster and was physically tougher. With the techniques Hashirama created for concentrating chakra in parts of the body to enhance speed and strength, Taijutsu was the third viable option for Taylor to quickly master.

Taylor stepped through the illusion wall, feeling the tingle of chakra raising hairs on her body as she appeared on the other side, standing on a long stretch of cleared floor. Turning she could see out into the basement, but all anyone on the other side could see was just a blank wall. The seal array creating the illusion was maintained by nature energies collected from the environment. Theoretically it could continue powering the illusion for decades, provided no one disrupt the array.

She made her way briskly to the left corner of the empty stretch of floor, bending down to lift the wooden trapdoor that covered the entrance to her secret base. One good thing about Brockton Bay was that the water, gas and electricity pipeline of the older buildings such as Taylor's home, tends to be placed above ground. She basically only had to worry about not disrupting her house's foundations while creating her secret base with Earth Release techniques.

It had taken her one whole day to craft stairs down the tunnel to what would be her lair. Another eight days to create two large underground bunkers with Lumination seals, as well as enough wooden and stone supports so that they would not collapse in on themselves. Once that was done, she had begun the process of creating an intricate Chakra Shield seal array, used mainly in Hashirama's world for anti-spying purposes, across the two underground bunkers.

With the amounts of strange cape powers in the world these days, she needed something that could hide her secret base from external detection. Although the Chakra Shield seal array was untested against cape powers in Taylor's world, it was better than having no protection. The inking of the seal array was a slow, painstaking affair, but it was a necessary evil.

Unlike most seals, activating the Chakra Shield array consumed most of her chakra, before the array could generate enough inertia of sort to begin powering itself with ambient energies in the environment. There were of course chakra techniques to disrupt the Chakra Shield, but since no one on Earth, that she had seen seemed to have any knowledge of chakra manipulation, the anti-spy protection should be sufficient in the meantime.

As for the last four days, once the two underground bunkers were completed, she spent the time practising basic ninja techniques, creating furniture for the two bunkers, and preparing one of the bunkers to be her "Greenhouse". Each bunker was thrice the size of her living room. The first bunker would be used for training, while the second would be used to grow the plants she needed. She was already growing fruits, carrots and tomatoes for the family fridge the past few days.

Taylor did have plans to go out later in the day to get some fruits and plant seeds that Hashirama did not have access to. It would be nice to have some oranges and sugar beets which surprisingly Hashirama's world did not have access to. Her funds were currently limited, but she was already thinking of ways to increase her resources given time.

Hashirama, when he was not busy being one of the most powerful ninja of his world, was also a very shrewd businessman. Konoha, the village he founded, had prospered under his rule. The Senju coffers had increased drastically under his careful plant sales and transaction. Hashirama had used his Wood release bloodline to become extremely wealthy, and he was more than willing to share his business acumen and enterprising spirit with Taylor.

Making her way down the tunnel stairs, the walls luminated with a soft white glow from the Lumination seals, Taylor stepped into the first bunker, the training bunker. She had created several chairs, a bed, cupboards and shelves with the Wood Release bloodline the previous day, all clustered near the tunnel entrance. The rest of the bunker was left empty except for the giant wood supports, inscribed with long twinning sets of Strengthening seals, holding up the underground bunker.

The empty spaces were designed for her Ninjutsu and Taijutsu training, but currently she was not here for that. Instead, she made her way across the bunker. There was a wooden door at the other end. Opening it, she entered the second bunker, where the ground was already set with moist rich soil created from a combination of Wood, Earth and Water Releases. As per her original plan, she walked to the middle of the bunker where several plant saplings were already growing. The herb bushes growing at the far corner of the bunker were left alone for the moment.

One of the sapling growing in the center of the bunker was a Sage Wood, a special tree whose bark can be used to produce chakra paper, and its leaves were part of the components necessary to create chakra ink. The other was a banana plant and an apple tree sapling. It would take the trees years to reach their full growth, but with the Wood Release bloodline, Taylor could speed up the process. The only problem right now was her limited chakra reserves.

Taylor concentrated on the apple sapling. Her hands flickering into a Wood Release: Plant Enhancement technique. The technique took form without any flaws, moulding a large amount of her chakra pool into Wood element which sank into the apple sapling. The change was instantaneous.

The sapling burst into growth, thicker bark forming before her eyes. It grew taller, more leafy, with many branches spreading out from it. Then the sudden growth resides as the chakra poured into it was used up. The apple tree was now half grown. In its normal cycle, it would take another one to two years to reach its full growth and begin producing apples. With her Wood Release bloodline, Taylor could speed up the growth in seconds once her chakra pool refills in another hour or two.

Her first task for the day done, she retreated to the training bunker. Finding an empty space, she took out a few crumpled leaves she gathered from the walkway this morning, and settled down to begin training her chakra control, which would over time, indirectly increase her chakra pool.

Taijutsu exercises would be next, and Taylor was well on her way to learning Hashirama's self-created style of fist and leg movements. She was still trying to figure out the correct amounts of chakra to imbue in her hands and legs for each strikes though. But with her existing chakra control, she did not have to worry too much about destroying her hands and legs if she put too much chakra in them. Her current control still left much to be desired, but if she moderate her chakra carefully, she would be relatively safe.

With careful control, Taylor began the first chakra control exercise. The Academy style leaf floating is basically an exercise of floating leaves over any parts of her body in soft gentle rotation. Right now she was concentrating on focusing control in her palms to float the leaves.

Life was changing for her, and she was determined to become a ninja as powerful as Hashirama, because even though she might be exasperated by her past self at times, she was forever grateful for the opportunity Hashirama had given her.

Deep within Taylor's consciousness, Hashirama gave a smile as he felt the determination in his current reincarnation. Whether Taylor truly knew it or not, their soul was bound for greatness, especially considering the destinies Fate had woven for all of their previous past lives. If the past cycles of their soul were any indications, Taylor was going to be one of the key pivotal points affecting her world or the fate of those around her.

OoooO

Aisha looked doubtfully at the stack of money her older brother had pressed into her hands.

"It's just some spending money. I am sure you need to buy stuff during the holidays." Brian was saying as they browsed the busy street market that was set up in a corner of the Broadwalk. Commonly known as the Lord Street Market, it was a place where street vendors rent stalls to host their wares. The prices of goods were cheaper here, but on the flip side, there was less security around these parts.

"You just give me like five hundred dollars in cash. You gave me more than that in all for the past weeks." Aisha hissed at her brother, even as she quickly stuffed the money into her wallet, hiding the money from sight. With the numbers of gang members and pickpockets in Brockton Bay, it was common sense not to flaunt that much money in plain sight. "What is going on? What did you do? Rob a bank?"

"Just some part time jobs I have been doing." Brian said evasively. "It pays well."

Aisha bit her lips in worry. Brian had changed… after what happened with mom's bastard boyfriend four months ago. She managed to lock herself in her room after the asshole had tried to molest her. In her panic she had texted Brian for help instead of calling the police.

Brian had rushed over, beaten up that sicko, and gotten her out of her room. The police and social services had arrived after that. Her father was infuriated after learning what happened and made a scene at the police station trying to enter the cells to beat that disgusting man up.

Things had been chaotic for a while. Aisha's custody was passed to her dad who tried his best but the old man's bursts of temper could be terrifying. That was a key reason Brian stopped staying with their father after he reached fifteen years of age, preferring to take up part time jobs to pay for a small apartment of his own. But there was no way Aisha could live with Brian, especially with social services on her case.

Aisha knew Brian had changed after that incident. She knew that her brother had tried contesting the rights of her custody from both their parents whom Brian considered to be not fit for parenthood. But a seventeen year old high school drop out with sporadic part time jobs did not hold much weight with government blue collars. Aisha did manage to see her brother more regularly now, as he went out of his way to meet her three times a week, to make sure she was alright back at their dad's place.

"Well if you are sure. Thanks for the extra cash." Aisha said, giving in. She wanted to push more, find out what job Brian had taken up now, if it was anything illegal, but with how tight lipped Brian was, she doubted that she would get any answers.

"No problem, just don't spend all of it in one shot." Brian said with a rare smile. "It might take me a while to get another job."

"Don't worry I wouldn't." Aisha said as they made their way to a clothing stall. "With how much dad spends on his drinks, I will be lucky to have enough money for dinner next week."

Brian frowned at her words. "Aisha… if dad's in one of his moods again, call me immediately ok? I will drop everything and come."

"You know dad will never hit me, even when he's drunk." Aisha said dismissively. "He just shouts a lot, I can take that."

The two of them walked in awkward silence as Aisha began browsing for some skirts, her old clothing were beginning to be worn out. She had not had a wardrobe change for a while. She was eyeing a nice denim piece when Brian suddenly stiffened, before turning to Aisha.

"I just saw some people I know. I need to go speak with them. You alright on your own for a while?" Brian asked. Aisha looked up, turning to see what had Brian so distracted. She frowned when she saw two men in suits standing in the distance, dressed like one of the private security guards patrolling the high end shops in the Broadwalk, looking back at her brother. Aisha thought she saw a brief look of anger and fear crossed Brian's face but it was gone in an instant.

"Yeah sure I will be fine." Aisha said her brows knotted with worry. Brian gave a nod and quickly made his way through the crowd, to those two men. Wondering what her brother had gotten himself into, Aisha discreetly left the booth she was browsing. Trying not to let Brian know she was following him, she made a detour before mingling with the crowd to try to get towards where she last saw Brian.

She lost sight of Brian and the two men however. They must have walked off somewhere, because by the time she reached where they last stood, there was no one there. There were two alleys in that avenue, did they enter one of them? With a shrug, Aisha picked the one on the left and entered it. It did not take her long to realise the alley was empty and led to the docks, the bad part of the town.

"Okay, wrong turn." Aisha muttered to herself, quickly turning around to walk back to Lord Street before she ended up in a situation she might not be able to get out of. She paused when she saw that three muscled and tattooed teenagers had entered the alley behind her. Her heart clenched as she saw the markings of Empire-Eighty-Eight on their biceps. Oh god… of all people, why did she had to end up in an alley with those Nazi white supremacists gang members?

"Oh look, a black chick trying to enter our territory." One of the guy sneered as the other two sniggered.

"Look I am sorry, I didn't know this alley led to your territory." Aisha said, keeping her head down as she tried to walk past the three gang members to the alley entrance. She gasped as one of them grabbed her and slammed her against the wall roughly.

"Oh she talks back." A blond haired gang member said, digging his fingers painfully into her shoulders. "Probably thinks she is better than us."

"She should really know her place." One of his partner agreed. "Let's teach her a lesson."

Aisha began to struggle desperately. She needed to get free. She had an idea of what those three wanted to do to her especially when the one holding her tried to rip her shirt off. But she had learnt some tricks after nearly being molested the first time. Her hands inched towards the penknife in her pocket, if she could reach it…

There was a meaty thump, as something smashed into the head of the one holding her. The gang member gave a strangled cry as he collapsed bonelessly in front of Aisha, seemingly knocked out. Aisha blinked in surprise as she saw that her saviour was a furious looking white girl around her age.

The girl was tall and lanky, with long red hair, and blue eyes, but she hardly seemed strong enough to be able to knock out a physically stronger guy even though she might have caught him by surprise. Her slightly broken nose did give her a certain rugged look, if not for the broken shape of her nose, the girl might actually be pretty.

"You bitch!" The two remaining gang members cried out. One took out a wicked looking switchblade that gang members like to use. While the second took out a gun.

The girl dropped a package she was holding in her right hand, quickly ducking to the side to avoid a gun shot. She skipped back to avoid a knife slash from the second gang member and quickly lashed out a powerful kick that actually lifted the gang member bodily into the air, smashing him into the wall, knocking him out as well.

Aisha's eyes widened. There was no way that the skinny girl had enough strength to actually deliver a kick that powerful not within the realms of possibility, which meant that the girl must be a…

"Cape!" The gun trotting member said in shock, staring at the girl who quickly picked up a stone and threw it at him. He was barely fast enough to avoid the thrown rock which impacted on the pavement before him with a sharp crack. There was a small impact crater where the rock had struck and the rock itself had shattered to pieces. The gang member froze, before quickly running off towards the other end of the alley.

"Are you alright?" The girl asked, relaxing a little now that the threat was gone. She retrieved her package and walked back to where Aisha was still leaning against the wall, her legs feeling remarkably wobbly.

"I… I am fine. I think so." Aisha managed, trying to get her nerves under control. "Thank you for helping me… oh no! Those three have seen your face! I am so sorry! Now you might get into trouble with the Empire Eight-Eight capes!"

There was a twinge of nervousness on the girl's face which quickly disappeared. "Don't worry about that, I can take care of myself…"

Whatever the girl was going to say next was interrupted by a familiar voice crying out her name.

"Aisha!" Brian called out as he ran into the alley. His eyes were wide as he saw the two gang members lying unconscious in front of Aisha and the girl that had saved her. Aisha could see anger blazed in Brian's eyes as he took in her dishevelled and slightly panicky state. "Oh god Aisha! What happened? Did those bastards do anything to you?"

"No, no, I am fine Brian." Aisha said pulling away from her brother's grasp, as he pushed the girl cape aside in his rush to get to her. "She saved me. They were… there were three of them and they were going to teach me a lesson… and she scared them all away."

Brian paused, looking incredulously at the skinny girl standing behind him. "You saved my sister from three gang members?"

"I know some material arts, and managed to catch them unaware." The girl said simply. "The last one ran away when he saw two of his friends were already knocked out."

"That must have been some martial arts." Brian commented as he eyed the large bruise forming on the face of the gang member slumped unconscious near Aisha. He looked at the second knocked out gang member across the alley, the wicked looking switchblade lying next to his feet.

Aisha wanted to tell Brian that the girl was actually a cape, but that was not her secret to tell. She might be only thirteen, but she knew enough about the cape scene to know that cape identities were highly private. She did not want to anger the cape that just rescued her, by revealing her secrets.

"I am Aisha Laborn, and my brother is Brian." Aisha rummaging in her pockets. The only paper she had on her was a shopping receipt. Quickly taking out the receipt from her pocket as well as a pen, she wrote down her number. "This is my number in case erm… you want to meet or something. I want to treat you to dinner for saving me."

"I will consider it." The girl said accepting the receipt with Aisha's number. "I need to go now. The two of you should get out of here too before those two wakes up, or the one that ran off came back with more help."

Aisha nodded as she watched the girl quickly walked back to the alley entrance.

"She's pretty stuck up isn't she?" Brian commented as he walked Aisha back to the entrance. "She might have saved you, but she didn't even give her name."

"I am sure she must have forgotten it in all the… chaos." Aisha said, knowing that the cape was most probably protecting her identity. "I hope she calls, she seemed like a pretty cool person to hang out with…"

OoooO

Locking the door securely behind her after making sure no one had followed her home, Taylor finally gave in to the adrenaline pumping through her body. A trip to the marketplace had escalated into something out of her control, especially after she saw a young dark skinned girl wandering into a side alley to the docks, with three Empire Eighty-Eight gang members following soon after.

A gut feeling had gotten her to walk into the alley after them, where she found the three gang members accosting the young girl. At least Taylor did have enough presence of mind to use the Transformation technique on herself, altering her physical appearance, before she inserted herself in the fight to save the girl.

Unfortunately, she did not have much control over the Transformation technique. Even though the chakra technique was considered one of the Ninja Academy Basic, and Hashirama had drilled the theory of the technique into her during the journey through the soul tunnel, true mastery of the skill required lots of imagination, pre-planning and testing of the physical change, practice, chakra control and manipulation.

Taylor could barely managed to change her hair, she knew because she saw her thick locks turning from black to red instead of the blond she envisioned. She also tried changing her eye colour, as well as made slight shifts to her facial features, but without a mirror, she had no idea how successful the changes were. Her attempts at creating a mask for her face or even changing her clothes apparently failed, judging by the fact that her clothes were the same and no mask had covered her face.

She did not exactly have time to check if other than her hair colour, whether any of the other transfromations took hold, before things went south and she had to jump in to save the girl. She could have taken more time to attempt the Transformation technique a few times to ensure its success, but with time running out, Taylor had instead taken a risk.

The rescue was short and chaotic, Taylor barely remembered what she did. She had been running on instinct and adrenaline during the surprisingly brief scuffle. After the three gang members were beaten and chased away, she had made her escape at the first opportunity. She managed to sneak into a nearby toilet to check her appearance in a mirror and discovered that the Transformation technique did work… partially.

Her hair and eye colour were different. Her face was narrower, with a sharper chin, there were faint stretch marks on the left side of her face as though the portion affected was drier. Her nose was obviously broken, and her lips were smaller, like the lips of an Asian girl. All in all, the person standing before the mirror seemed like a distant cousin of Taylor. They had some similar features, but were obviously different.

The Transformation technique she used on herself was not perfect, but at least Taylor did not have to worry that she might have ousted her real face to those Empire Eighty-Eight gang members as a cape. She had quickly dispelled that transformation, and spent some time to overlay a more powerful and complete Transformation technique just to be cautious in case anyone followed her.

It took seven attempts for her to make significant alterations to her physical shape and clothing. When she walked out of the toilet, she had the appearance of a dark skinned, busty middle age woman with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing a Pokka dot dress. She had quickly made her way home after that. All in all, it was a hell of an ordeal for her very first fight using her powers.

Hashirama however was in approval over her actions. You pulled off some pretty impressive chakra punches and kicks just now. Your chakra control still needed work however. You pooled too much chakra into your fist during your first punch, which is why your whole hand is going to be bruised for the next few days. There's going to be deep tissue chakra burns. The chakra enhanced kick however is much more efficient, almost perfect in execution.

"At least my leg isn't going to drop off just because I saved someone." Taylor grumbled aloud as she made her way to the fridge. She need to get some ice for her right palm which was already showing dark red bruising. The dull ache coming from it was making her twinge physically. "Injuring my hand is bad enough."

You did a good thing today Taylor. Hashirama continued. The police of your city should be ashamed of themselves, to let things go so bad, that gang members could go about with their threats in parts of the city. If this was Konoha, the police force would have already caught and jailed those three. Konoha was one of the safest ninja village during my time for a reason.

"Yes well good deed or not, I don't think I am going to play hero to anyone else until I have more practice over chakra manipulation, and have designed a proper costume for myself. Anyway, it isn't fair to compare Brockton Bay's police to Konoha's police. Your police force are all powerful ninjas. A squad of them can probably take down any of the parahuman gangs here." Taylor said as she prepared an ice pack for her right hand. It took her several moments to arrange the pack with one working hand.

Taylor wrinkled her forehead as she worked. "And before I can make a proper costume, I need more funds, which means I need to jumpstart our idea to sell plant produce in Lord Street Market. I have three hundred and forty dollars in saving. I checked today, a stall rental down at the marketplace cost a ninety dollars a day. I have enough funds to book a stall for three days, and hope I will make enough profits during then to begin my plant trading business."

You can try selling spices, not just food crops. Hashirama suggested. Spices, rare plant poisons, healing herbs and chakra enhanced plants tend to be worth their weight in gold back in my world. Luxury plants like cotton are good too, though there were other plants products that could sell more in my world.

"I will try your idea with spices." Taylor agreed. "Saffron in particular if I can get a sample, it is one of the most expensive spice I know. Pity that the plant doesn't exist in your world though. The rest of the plants from your world though… I can't really sell them without having their origins traced back to me. As for cotton or any of the so call luxury plants, I think there's a market for them here, but only to the manufacturers. I can consider them in future when I know the industries in my world better."

If you can't sell the actual plant, how about selling the poison or medicine they produced. Hashirama asked, his mental tone sounding smug. I used to be considered one of the best medical ninja of my generation, though most of my skills lies in the battlefield. I am pretty good with extracting and creating poisons and healing salves due to my understanding of plant life. And I came up with quite a number of original recipes in my lifetime.

"I guess I could sell the healing salves as traditional/ herbal medicines." Taylor said in agreement as she checked the awkward bindings around her right hand. "Maybe I can even create some wood furniture to supplement the sales. Hand crafted wood furniture are going for a lot these days, and the few chairs and tables I created with the Wood Release bloodline certainly seemed passable enough for high quality hand crafted work."

Ah you are beginning to think outside the horizon my little apprentice! Hashirama said in delight. Maybe in time you will even have the chakra and skill to go into construction. I do have a Wood Release technique to construct wooden buildings. One of my finest and most useful techniques to date, especially vital when you are stuck in a month long war campaign out in the desert, forest, or swamp. I will teach it to you one day when you are ready for it.

"Building houses with chakra sounds incredible, but I don't think I am going to war anytime soon or anytime at all. Not to mention in a city landscape, how am I supposed to hide the fact that I built a wooden house instantly with chakra?" Taylor said dryly. "Anyway, with my hand all bandaged up, I guess we have to skip the Ninjutsu practice for the afternoon. I don't exactly have two hands to make handseals. What should we do instead? More chakra control exercises?"

Let's continue with Fūinjutsu, it is about time you learn how to create storage seals. Storage seals are one of the most common set of seal arrays produced by Seal masters. Hashirama decided. It can allow you to store large amounts of goods within a seal array. I have seen some ninjas make very creative uses of storage seals during battle. Those tricks might prove useful to you if you are ever caught in a difficult situation. Especially since with your currently limited chakra and skill, you can't just overwhelm your enemies with Ninjutsu like I usually did back home…

OoooO

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Topic: Empire Eight-Eight up in arms! New cape alert!

In: Boards ► Places ► America ► Brockton Bay

► BBObserver (Original Poster)

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2200hrs

Just got news from my bro in the Merchants. Apparently Empire Eighty-Eight is up in arms after an unknown female cape roughed up two of their gang members in broad day light while unmasked! Apparently the gang members tried to have some fun with a black chick when the cape stepped in.

She is probably some kind of Brute because she allegedly knocked out the two gang members barehanded. Empire Eight-Eight is trying to track down that cape. It is going to be a sorry affair when they caught up with her.

► Picachu60

Posted on June 12th, 2010: 2210hrs

WTF?! Is the cape new to the scene? Why didn't she at least cover her face before she step in to save the day?

► SexyBlonde

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2211hrs

That poor girl, she wouldn't last long with all of Empire Eighty-Eight's cape looking for her.

BBObserver (Original Poster)

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2212hrs

According to the poster my bro got his hands on, the cape is *** comment deleted ***. With how detailed the description was, it wouldn't be long to track her down.

*This user has received a 3-days ban for inciting criminal and/or reckless behaviour in endangering a cape's identity. Brockton Bay's Protectorate had been contacted of this matter. Do not do it again.*

-Tin Mother

► Picachu60

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2213hrs

Holy shit! The poor girl. Didn't she learn the important history lesson about Brockton Bay Brigade? She's going to end up dead like most of them pretty soon.

► AuzzieBoy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2215hrs

Who the hell, or what the hell is the Brockton Bay Brigade?

► SexyBlonde

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2216hrs

The Parahuman wiki exists for a reason. Just search for it.

► LoneCowboy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2216hrs

They are a disbanded group of parahuman family. They tried to start a movement by unmasking their own identities, renaming their group as New Wave, trying to promote the idea that Heroes should not hide their identities. Needless to say, things didn't end well. One of them was murdered in her civilian identity, the group disbanded not long after, but they got back together recently. At least they have a strong enough reputation now that most villains just leave them alone.

► AuzzieBoy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2217hrs

Oh! Now I know! I have pictures of Glory Girl from New Wave since her first appearance in March 2009!

► SexyBlonde

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2216hrs

Apparently you only collect her photos instead of learning about her family history!

► AuzzieBoy

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2217hrs

Guilty as charged =p

► TrekkieHero

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2220hrs

Not to derail the thread, but shouldn't the Protectorate step in by now? Empire Eighty-Eight is going after a cape in her civilian identity. Isn't that against some kind of cape law?

► Battery (Verified Cape)

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2222hrs

Tin Mother and I have already alerted the Protectorate. But to answer your question, there's a cape law to ensure the privacy of a cape, but none that directly protects a cape once his/ her civilian cover is blown.

I will like to ask those in the forum NOT to post any details of this cape's appearance publicly. Just PM me or the Protectorate the details if you have any.

A cape's life is at stake. Please be responsible.

► Picachu60

Posted on June 13th, 2010: 2223hrs

Battery! Nice to see the Protectorate is on the ball with this. Hopefully the Protectorate can find this new cape before it is too late for her.

* Brockton Bay's Protectorate had acquired a court order to lock this thread in accordance to Parahuman Law Code 54, Cape Privacy Law. If you have any information about the unidentified cape, please PM Brockton Bay's Protectorate directly. Any other similar threads in this forum will also be locked.*

-Tin Mother

In his small rundown apartment, Brian numbly stared at the old computer monitor that was showing the forum thread. The events of the afternoon was still fresh in his mind. It did not take him long to deduce that Empire Eighty-Eight was after the girl who had saved his sister from those gang members earlier in the day.

He did have his suspicious when he arrived at the scene to find two muscled gang members lying unconscious in the dirt, with a skinny blue eyed red head supposedly having beaten them up. Aisha must have been protecting the cape because she made no mention of the girl being a parahuman when he brought Aisha back to his father's place.

Aisha would probably be in danger by association, but the more immediate danger would be heading in the female cape's direction. She risked her identify to save his sister, but there was not much Brian could do for her right now. He could only start planning how to keep his sister safe.

A strip of paper containing a phone number was clenched in his fist. It had been given to him earlier today, by two well-dressed goons who had been following him around for days. They had apparently discovered his civilian and cape identity after he committed a few small time burglaries around town.

Brian had triggered four months ago, when he was beating up that disgusting shit of a man who had molested Aisha. When he realised he had parahuman powers a few days later, his first thought had been how to make money off it. His ability to generate clouds of darkness which had the side effect of muffling some electronics had led him to committing small time robberies for quick cash.

He had been spotted a few times, but since he had a helmet and costume on, he was just another two bit villain in Brockton Bay that was still unknown and unidentified. However, he must have slipped up somehow because the two goons he met today had told him their Boss knew of his "special skills" and would like to hire him.

Brian had been putting off calling the "Boss". He had been quite content with how much he made off the sporadic robberies. He had no desire to get caught up in something much bigger than he could handle. But with things as they were now, he had to consider other revenues for more resources if he was to keep Aisha away from Empire Eighty-Eight's attention.

He got his phone and dialled the number. There was a short ring before it was picked up. A firm male voice sounded over the phone. "So Mr. Laborn, I presume you are interested in my offer to hire you?"

"I want to know who you are, how much you will be paying me, and what kind of jobs you will need me to do. " Brian stated firmly in a surprisingly calm voice, though his heart was racing.

"You may call me the Benefactor. I am looking to fund a small team of parahumans for several jobs involving theft and robberies, something I am sure you are familiar with." The man sounded amused. "Should you accept, I will provide you with a monthly stipend of three thousand dollars, not including any mission pays that would be given to you for any tasks I needed you to complete."

"I am also aware of your efforts in getting custody of your sister. I can help you with that, provided you work for me." The Benefactor said, shocking Brian with what the strange man knew.

"What… what do you mean you can help with my sister's custody?" Brian asked, swallowing dryly.

"The monthly stipend and any mission pay would be transferred to you through a legal company. You will also receive a glowing commendation from the company's manager, once you saved up enough, is old enough, and have enough solid backing to begin your custody law suit." The Benefactor replied. "I can provide you with a stable income and financial background which social services can find no fault with. I can even provide support for your custody trials once you are ready for it."

"You can do that?" Brian asked in surprise. "But why? What do you need to gather a parahuman team for?"

"Consider this… a small hobby of mine. I am quite wealthy, and keeping a parahuman team seems quite a fad." The Benefactor said in amusement. "Rest assured none of the missions would be life threatening, just simple robbery heists within your control. You will have the right to accept or reject any missions. Rest assured nothing will happen to you if you refuse. There might not even be missions for months. Whatever the case, once you sign up with me, I will pay you the monthly stipend, regardless of what happened."

"The offer… sounds quite incredible." Brian managed as he went through the terms that was offered in his head. Whoever the Benefactor was, he seemed like an eccentric rich man. "But why are you funding what seems to be a villain cape team instead of a hero cape team? If you are building a team for the reputation, I would have thought most people would go for the white coats."

"Let's just say funding my own team of small time cape villains, is my part in keeping the Heroes of Brockton Bay on their toes if things seemed calm, and not let them lose their edge." The Benefactor said with a dark chuckle. "Consider it my contribution to preventing the Heroes from getting complacent. The team I will be forming is made for stealth and speed. I will not be requesting any of you to engage in cape fights unless necessary. As an additional offer, you can leave the team anytime, no obligations."

"I… the deal sounds good." Brian said, biting his lips nervously. "I will take it, on one more condition. I want my sister to be transferred to a safer school with less gang member activities. The neighbourhood school she's in right now has a lot of ruffians from ABB and Empire Eighty-Eight. Can you… can you fulfil this request for me if I work for you?"

"That can be easily done. Getting entry into Arcadia will be difficult, a better choice will be Winslow High." The Benefactor said simply. "Winslow High is considered quite safe from gang activities especially with the rumours that a ward is studying there. I can get your sister into the school quite easily."

"Thank you." Brian said, a weight rolling off his shoulder. With Aisha in a relatively safe school, there would be lesser chance for the Empire Eighty-Eight gang members to find her when school started. He would have to tell his sister to lay low for the holidays.

"Now that we are in agreement, I will wire the stipend for the first month into your account. One of my… assistant will also drop by in the morning to give you a key for your new apartment." The Benefactor stated simply. "I can't have my retainer staying in a dump after all…"