Inglorious Return [IO]
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- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Inglorious Return [IO]
Wed Jan 06, 2021 12:08 am
It was an uncharacteristically quiet morning to which Nero arrived back into the lands of Kirigakure. The ocean air was crisp as it whipped at his face, the rising tide crashing against the natural seawalls that surrounded the island. Nero had taken his time observing its flows as he had walked his way back towards the village, standing on top of the somewhat calm water as he approached closer and closer towards the barrier that surrounded his so-called 'hidden home'. Honestly, it hadn't been that long since he'd left in an effort to pursue the truth behind himself and his clan. But it felt like a decade had passed, despite only being a few months. His hair had grown longer, and his body had lost some of its muscle mass due to inactivity. In his somewhat mindless search, he had neglected his training to a frightening degree. He regretted being so absorbed in something that he now felt had no meaning. His clan had forsaken his family long ago, and truthfully he needed to do the same to that miserable family. Only his immediate relatives who had moved to Kirigakure long ago were the ones that truly mattered now. They were the ones that had cared for him, fed him, raised him, and ultimately trained him to be the man he was today. He owed them the respect of becoming a fine ninja, unhindered by his past who could move forward through any adversity from this point onward.
With that thought in mind he had ended his search for more info on the Uchiha clan, and with that enlightenment chose to return back to the home that truly valued him.
With that thought in mind he had ended his search for more info on the Uchiha clan, and with that enlightenment chose to return back to the home that truly valued him.
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- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Thu Jan 07, 2021 1:42 am
It wasn’t long before Nero stood before the barrier that protected the Hidden Village, an unseen force meant to repel anyone who was not deemed an ally or resident of the village. It was this barrier that allowed most of Kirigakure to rest and train without worry so long as they resided within it. This barrier however had its own demerit, complacency. To those who had experienced it for too long the idea that it was impenetrable would eventually grow in their mind. The same way peace was believed to soften an experienced warrior, the people of Kirigakure might one day grow complacent behind their ‘high walls’ and forget to fear what lay outside. Nero however was more pragmatic and didn’t hold such ideas. He had seen what people outside of Kirigakure were capable of and he knew that only a few were capable of holding them at bay.
Kirigakure was strong, but it could always grow stronger, and Nero wanted to be one of the few who could help make that happen. He chose to better himself every chance he got and that mentality still ran strong within him now. Instead of heading back to his house, he made his way towards a new training area, something he’d heard from one of the village guards on his way in. From what he’d been told it would be a perfect place for him to perfect his body before the Kage returned from his meeting in Suna. With the right facilities and the insight he’d gained from his travels, Nero was sure he could experience explosive growth so long as he put his mind to it.
He wasted no time finding the location of the training area, preferring to leap across the rooftops of the village to avoid being slowed down by bystanders below. Before long he came across the building he’d been searching for, a large facility made by the current Kage with the intent of fostering the growth of new blood. Such a place had been unthinkable before to the people of Kirigakure due to issues with funds, and a general like caring towards such places, but the new Kage had made it happen through his determination and connections. Nero smiled as he thought about it, somewhat envious of the position of the man he knew as the Mizukage. He didn’t know much about it, since their first exchange had been rather short, but the impression that was left on him was big. A man, around the same age as himself, had become the de facto ruler of the village and was already inspiring change and revision from the old ways of Kiri.
It was an action to be admired by most, with power envied by most, but Nero more so envied his Kage’s bearing. He had no aspirations towards controlling the village, it wasn’t really his style in the first place, but he envied the man's strength and bearing. It was Nero’s goal to one day become strong and capable to that extent. Should he be given the chance he would like to experience that sort of power one day. To that thought, he planned to dedicate the next few months of his life to perfecting his form. Both body, mind, and spirit would be sent to the boiling furnace that was his new regimen with the goal of smelting down his former self and reforging his very being into something new, refined, and worthy of serving the village that he owed so much to.
Nero spoke to an attendant regarding how the facility worked and took some time to understand its functions. Within was a room that simulated an environment of your choosing, something easily customizable for the user. He already had a few ideas in mind just from his previous conversation with the Kirigakure guards, but after the explanation from the attendant, he had realized just how versatile this facility was. He sat in contemplation for quite a bit considering what his new routine would need, how best to improve his physique and skill sets. The word might seem vast to those who experienced it for the first time, but he was more of a realist by comparison. There was always a limit to one's potential, and nothing was ever given for free. Knowing that he wanted to carefully plan what would be his life as a ninja from this point on. The techniques he’d need to learn, the skills he’d have to develop, the abilities he needed to be capable of recognizing. All of this was essential to know beforehand if he wanted to survive in such a chaotic world.
With a light chuckle, he muttered to himself. “I guess I was pretty naïve before stepping outside the village. I’m going to have to thank the Kage again for letting me experience what the world is like.”
With his plans somewhat organized and his new goals in mind Nero rose from his seated position outside the Simulated room that would essentially be his home for the next few months. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to reach the point he desired but he knew that he had the spirit needed to get the job done. The doors slid open as if to greet his arrival, allowing him to pass into the large white room within. Along the walls were mysterious-looking panels that seemed to glisten in the manufactured light. Nero stopped for a moment as he looked around, realizing that in actuality there weren’t any physical lights in the room itself. No fixtures, lamps, or bulbs to speak of. It was as if the walls themselves were generating light and eliminating any sort of darkness around him. The shadows around him seemed confused as well when he chose to look down at his own feet. As most would know light was something that would cast a shadow when an object blocked its path, the angle of the light corresponding with the shadow it cast in return. Everything up to that point followed the natural laws. But this room was different. It still followed the way physics dictated things obviously, but in regards to light, it was as if it was being cast upon him from all around.
Kirigakure was strong, but it could always grow stronger, and Nero wanted to be one of the few who could help make that happen. He chose to better himself every chance he got and that mentality still ran strong within him now. Instead of heading back to his house, he made his way towards a new training area, something he’d heard from one of the village guards on his way in. From what he’d been told it would be a perfect place for him to perfect his body before the Kage returned from his meeting in Suna. With the right facilities and the insight he’d gained from his travels, Nero was sure he could experience explosive growth so long as he put his mind to it.
He wasted no time finding the location of the training area, preferring to leap across the rooftops of the village to avoid being slowed down by bystanders below. Before long he came across the building he’d been searching for, a large facility made by the current Kage with the intent of fostering the growth of new blood. Such a place had been unthinkable before to the people of Kirigakure due to issues with funds, and a general like caring towards such places, but the new Kage had made it happen through his determination and connections. Nero smiled as he thought about it, somewhat envious of the position of the man he knew as the Mizukage. He didn’t know much about it, since their first exchange had been rather short, but the impression that was left on him was big. A man, around the same age as himself, had become the de facto ruler of the village and was already inspiring change and revision from the old ways of Kiri.
It was an action to be admired by most, with power envied by most, but Nero more so envied his Kage’s bearing. He had no aspirations towards controlling the village, it wasn’t really his style in the first place, but he envied the man's strength and bearing. It was Nero’s goal to one day become strong and capable to that extent. Should he be given the chance he would like to experience that sort of power one day. To that thought, he planned to dedicate the next few months of his life to perfecting his form. Both body, mind, and spirit would be sent to the boiling furnace that was his new regimen with the goal of smelting down his former self and reforging his very being into something new, refined, and worthy of serving the village that he owed so much to.
Nero spoke to an attendant regarding how the facility worked and took some time to understand its functions. Within was a room that simulated an environment of your choosing, something easily customizable for the user. He already had a few ideas in mind just from his previous conversation with the Kirigakure guards, but after the explanation from the attendant, he had realized just how versatile this facility was. He sat in contemplation for quite a bit considering what his new routine would need, how best to improve his physique and skill sets. The word might seem vast to those who experienced it for the first time, but he was more of a realist by comparison. There was always a limit to one's potential, and nothing was ever given for free. Knowing that he wanted to carefully plan what would be his life as a ninja from this point on. The techniques he’d need to learn, the skills he’d have to develop, the abilities he needed to be capable of recognizing. All of this was essential to know beforehand if he wanted to survive in such a chaotic world.
With a light chuckle, he muttered to himself. “I guess I was pretty naïve before stepping outside the village. I’m going to have to thank the Kage again for letting me experience what the world is like.”
With his plans somewhat organized and his new goals in mind Nero rose from his seated position outside the Simulated room that would essentially be his home for the next few months. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to reach the point he desired but he knew that he had the spirit needed to get the job done. The doors slid open as if to greet his arrival, allowing him to pass into the large white room within. Along the walls were mysterious-looking panels that seemed to glisten in the manufactured light. Nero stopped for a moment as he looked around, realizing that in actuality there weren’t any physical lights in the room itself. No fixtures, lamps, or bulbs to speak of. It was as if the walls themselves were generating light and eliminating any sort of darkness around him. The shadows around him seemed confused as well when he chose to look down at his own feet. As most would know light was something that would cast a shadow when an object blocked its path, the angle of the light corresponding with the shadow it cast in return. Everything up to that point followed the natural laws. But this room was different. It still followed the way physics dictated things obviously, but in regards to light, it was as if it was being cast upon him from all around.
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- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Thu Jan 07, 2021 2:09 am
After some thought Nero figured the panels themselves were the ones creating the light, casting it around him in all directions in such a way that there was no way for shadows to exist unless objects, or people such as himself interfered by standing within the room. Thinking back to the explanation he’d received from the attendant he drew his own conclusions as to how the room worked. Knowing what he did about Genjutsu and how things like light, steam, and darkness could affect a person's perception regarding the world around them he came to the conclusion these panels might act in very much the same way. Either by way of Genjutsu or a similar concept they could create a world or area where anything could be replicated. Nero began thinking about it further, his mind racing as he thought about the possible applications of such a place. If Space-Time could be manipulated here the room itself might be capable of simulating a small world in and of itself. The extent to it however exceeded Nero’s shallow understanding of these styles. He could only contemplate, and not truly understand the inner working behind it. For all he knew he could even be way off base in regards to how it worked and simply spinning his wheels so to speak.
With a light shake of his head, he came back to reality, rising out of the trance that had consumed him for close to 30 minutes. He was already getting absorbed in his thoughts and wasting time, or at least that’s what he thought at first. Every experience was a learning lesson, and it was possible that this thought process of his may help him somewhere along the line in the future. He tried to be optimistic and just consider it a branch of possible insight, something he’d touch upon later if he had the time. But for now he needed to focus on training.
Along the wall was a panel that could be called upon at any time, responding to a voice imprint of the current users in the room. It was something that he’d gone over with the attendant earlier, but he still felt somewhat awkward calling out to a machine in an open room.
“Command. Room Selection Panel access request.” He said with a bit of an authoritative tone.
“Request. Granted.” A smooth female voice responded to his request, albeit in a somewhat stiff fashion as the panel he asked for began to protrude from the wall. “Please. Make. Your. Selection.”
With her response to his query the panel lit up softly displaying various images and panels for him to go through to decide what type of area and training he wanted. He smiled as he took the time to carefully go through and make his selection, not wanting to half ass it in any way. He was the type who preferred to do something right the first time if he had the option. After about 5 minutes or so he had finished his selection and confirmed it with the machine in front of him, once again hearing a response from the female voice that seemed to emanate from all around him. He figured it was some sort of artificial intelligence created for the room or something, but he didn’t think too deeply about it. It wasn’t like he could understand how it worked anyway. With a simple thank you he made his way towards the center of the room and waited for the change he knew was going to come.
However, it was a change well beyond his expectation. The room seemed to morph around him, as if every detail was manifesting at the behest of a mighty god. Rocks that looked no different that the ones he had seen along the road popped into existence at his feet, and grass seemed to grow at an alarming rate from dirt that literally spawned from god knows where. Nero sighed lightly as he watched it all happen, admiring how well technology had advanced for him to be able to utilize it to this degree. Nero decided that for this to count as training, he would make his way to a simulated war in the older times, when the shinobi world was still fairly new, or at least there would be less ninjutsu than there was now. This would allow Nero to actually test out things related to close combat and actual battle strategy without having to worry too much about the complicated things that chakra brought about with its various techniques and utilizations.The selection had already been placed, and the world morphing around him in real time was still just as mesmerizing as when he got into the room, and soon he would be able to see something off in the distance, shielded partially from sight by the rays of sunshine running through a light layer of mist or fog that shrouded the distant views.
Looking closer at the object, it seemed to be a castle or fortress, as he could not see it clearly from where he was, he decided to have a closer look, as this was where his training was going to most likely commence anyway, might as well get a move on and not waste any more time. The sights and sounds of this new technology was great, but he decided that he was not going to play at being a scientist and simply head towards his destination, although he did wonder how to room swayed or changed to make it so even if he was jogging at a good pace, he never once encountered a wall, as it did not seem like any sort of genjutsu or illusion based technique, Nero could no longer sense that he was in the room that he was in previously, he felt he was really outside, with the cold chill of the morning fog biting at his body, threatening to bore into his bones if he did not find shelter or reprieve soon enough. Nero was quite fast, so jogging along the road towards the fortress took him only a couple of minutes, and the large building that was at the edge of his vision got larger and larger until he was essentially face to face with it. The large fortress had four huge cylindrical towers forming the corners of the structure, while thick walls with walkways and palisades wound around the top of the structure, allowing the soldiers that were placed there to fire their bows with relative safety because of the cover they provided.
Nero thought that all of this was rather quaint, coming from a world of shinobi, thick walls like these were far too simple to breach with their techniques, but he then attempted to get into the mindset of people of the past, striving to not rely on the jutsu that he currently knew, as he was trying to get battle experience first, he would train his techniques later with another simulation. He had plenty of time inside of the strange simulation building that he was in, so he might as well have some fun and hone his senses and battle tactics while he was at it. As if this sort of thinking was a trigger, someone that was above the thick wooden gate of the fortress looked out from behind some stone cover and called out to Nero, asking if he was the reinforcement from a nearby town that they called Dahla. This was something that was programmed in at the start of his time in the simulation chamber, so Nero simply went with the flow and responded, nodding towards the man that was sitting there, while the man yelled at the lower ranked soldiers to lift the gate so that Nero could get into the fortress. The loud grinding of gears entered Nero’s ears as the large wooden gate slowly lifted, along with the sound of grunting from beyond the wall. The gate lifted up enough that Nero could get through, but the grunting continued until something made an audible click sound, which seemed to lock the gate in an upright position so that it could not just fall. Nero caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a couple of burly men next to a round wheel type device that seemed to be parallel to the ground, which was attached to a winch device and a chain that was obviously used to pull the gate up with leverage instead of pure strength.
With a light shake of his head, he came back to reality, rising out of the trance that had consumed him for close to 30 minutes. He was already getting absorbed in his thoughts and wasting time, or at least that’s what he thought at first. Every experience was a learning lesson, and it was possible that this thought process of his may help him somewhere along the line in the future. He tried to be optimistic and just consider it a branch of possible insight, something he’d touch upon later if he had the time. But for now he needed to focus on training.
Along the wall was a panel that could be called upon at any time, responding to a voice imprint of the current users in the room. It was something that he’d gone over with the attendant earlier, but he still felt somewhat awkward calling out to a machine in an open room.
“Command. Room Selection Panel access request.” He said with a bit of an authoritative tone.
“Request. Granted.” A smooth female voice responded to his request, albeit in a somewhat stiff fashion as the panel he asked for began to protrude from the wall. “Please. Make. Your. Selection.”
With her response to his query the panel lit up softly displaying various images and panels for him to go through to decide what type of area and training he wanted. He smiled as he took the time to carefully go through and make his selection, not wanting to half ass it in any way. He was the type who preferred to do something right the first time if he had the option. After about 5 minutes or so he had finished his selection and confirmed it with the machine in front of him, once again hearing a response from the female voice that seemed to emanate from all around him. He figured it was some sort of artificial intelligence created for the room or something, but he didn’t think too deeply about it. It wasn’t like he could understand how it worked anyway. With a simple thank you he made his way towards the center of the room and waited for the change he knew was going to come.
However, it was a change well beyond his expectation. The room seemed to morph around him, as if every detail was manifesting at the behest of a mighty god. Rocks that looked no different that the ones he had seen along the road popped into existence at his feet, and grass seemed to grow at an alarming rate from dirt that literally spawned from god knows where. Nero sighed lightly as he watched it all happen, admiring how well technology had advanced for him to be able to utilize it to this degree. Nero decided that for this to count as training, he would make his way to a simulated war in the older times, when the shinobi world was still fairly new, or at least there would be less ninjutsu than there was now. This would allow Nero to actually test out things related to close combat and actual battle strategy without having to worry too much about the complicated things that chakra brought about with its various techniques and utilizations.The selection had already been placed, and the world morphing around him in real time was still just as mesmerizing as when he got into the room, and soon he would be able to see something off in the distance, shielded partially from sight by the rays of sunshine running through a light layer of mist or fog that shrouded the distant views.
Looking closer at the object, it seemed to be a castle or fortress, as he could not see it clearly from where he was, he decided to have a closer look, as this was where his training was going to most likely commence anyway, might as well get a move on and not waste any more time. The sights and sounds of this new technology was great, but he decided that he was not going to play at being a scientist and simply head towards his destination, although he did wonder how to room swayed or changed to make it so even if he was jogging at a good pace, he never once encountered a wall, as it did not seem like any sort of genjutsu or illusion based technique, Nero could no longer sense that he was in the room that he was in previously, he felt he was really outside, with the cold chill of the morning fog biting at his body, threatening to bore into his bones if he did not find shelter or reprieve soon enough. Nero was quite fast, so jogging along the road towards the fortress took him only a couple of minutes, and the large building that was at the edge of his vision got larger and larger until he was essentially face to face with it. The large fortress had four huge cylindrical towers forming the corners of the structure, while thick walls with walkways and palisades wound around the top of the structure, allowing the soldiers that were placed there to fire their bows with relative safety because of the cover they provided.
Nero thought that all of this was rather quaint, coming from a world of shinobi, thick walls like these were far too simple to breach with their techniques, but he then attempted to get into the mindset of people of the past, striving to not rely on the jutsu that he currently knew, as he was trying to get battle experience first, he would train his techniques later with another simulation. He had plenty of time inside of the strange simulation building that he was in, so he might as well have some fun and hone his senses and battle tactics while he was at it. As if this sort of thinking was a trigger, someone that was above the thick wooden gate of the fortress looked out from behind some stone cover and called out to Nero, asking if he was the reinforcement from a nearby town that they called Dahla. This was something that was programmed in at the start of his time in the simulation chamber, so Nero simply went with the flow and responded, nodding towards the man that was sitting there, while the man yelled at the lower ranked soldiers to lift the gate so that Nero could get into the fortress. The loud grinding of gears entered Nero’s ears as the large wooden gate slowly lifted, along with the sound of grunting from beyond the wall. The gate lifted up enough that Nero could get through, but the grunting continued until something made an audible click sound, which seemed to lock the gate in an upright position so that it could not just fall. Nero caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a couple of burly men next to a round wheel type device that seemed to be parallel to the ground, which was attached to a winch device and a chain that was obviously used to pull the gate up with leverage instead of pure strength.
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- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Thu Jan 07, 2021 2:29 am
Nero then walked into the gate, ignoring the stares from the people, as he was still not used to people in this world, as there was still a thought in his mind reminding him that it was fake. He could not bring himself to treat them as real people, so he simply started talking with the older man that had initially called out to him about something with reinforcing them. It seemed that this particular fortress was on the front line of some sort of war, otherwise the person would not have looked at him with such zeal, as if Nero was saving their lives. Nero chatted with the man as the man was bringing him over to a building that looked like a barracks, and there were quite a few people that were there, sitting around a table. On the table there was a large map of the surrounding area, with a couple of colored pins stabbed into the map around various locations, and soon the people stopped chatting with themselves before sending a inquisitive look towards Nero. The older man that had brought him here introduced him, and for some reason the older man knew his name, and that he was skilled in sabotage and tactics. Nero was unsure of what the man was talking about, but decided to keep up with the charade, as he had resolved to treat this like a game that he was going to play a character in, that would also help him train his mind. The men invited Nero to go and sit down with them and study the map, and they also started to talk about the main forces that they had and the forces that they were fighting.
The old men surrounding the table and the map started to fill him in, and they talked about the Crescenda forces, which were from a nearby kingdom that were constantly fighting them for territory in this area. The map displayed the surrounding area as a large plains to the south, rolling hills to the west, a large mountain blocking all troop transport to the north, and a series of sparse woodland to the east. The east was where the enemy army would be attacking them from, and the scouts had said they were an almost three thousand strong army marching there, and would get to their location in about eight hours, which was just enough time to organize their troops. Nero thought this was strange, as organizing troops in the normal world would take a lot longer in terms of time needed, but it seems that this world was slightly accelerated for the enjoyment of the user, as it would be pretty boring to talk about strategy and have to wait a couple of days or even weeks for an enemy to show themselves, so unless that option was specifically stated, perhaps to temper one's patience and willpower, then this option would be fine for speeding up the actual training aspect of this training facility. Nero was fine with this, as he simply talked with the people about certain strategy, and where to p[osition their troops for greatest effect. Nero thought about what they were saying, as they wanted a cavalry charge as soon as their enemies got out of the woodlands that were several hundred meters to the east of them, but he thought that this type of attacking was folly.
Nero was a shinobi at heart, and so he would bring the shinobi way of attacking and defending, the shinobi way of war, to the people of these lands, even if it was just a game, and so Nero voiced his opinions about scrapping their plans and going with his new way of fighting. He expected the elders here would offer fierce resistance and bring up their years of war and etcetera to him, making it nearly impossible for him to actually utilize these tactics in combat, but it seems that the artificial intelligence of this programmed game was going to give him the treatment of the main character of the novels that he used to read as a kid, and just let him do whatever he wanted. The old men decided to try the tactics of the new guy, especially because this army had defeated them before when their numbers were equal, but now, they had five hundred less troops to command than the enemy army that was bearing down on them, so they needed something that was more creative, and thought that a breath of fresh air from this strange youth was just what they needed, and decided to put their trust in him. Nero thought about this for a moment, and even though this was a game, he was going to try his hardest to have the casualty rate be as low as possible, so that he would be able to flex his creative mind to come up with the best tactic against the enemy. The enemy had a large number of cavalry units, and so the woodland terrain they had to trek through to get to their fortress was disadvantageous to them, so they would bring the fight there. The strong cavalry of the enemy army was a thron in his armie’s side for as long as they could remember, so any disadvantage they could put on them was something worthy of merit and a try.
Nero detailed his plan, as they needed to dig trenches and fill them with water, making the ground very muddy so that the horses could not find stable footing, but only in strategic locations that could not be seen or scouted ahead of time. This would allow the members to quickly either attack the horses, or quickly kill the enemy troops that will fall off their horses because of the harsh terrain that they can not navigate through. The second thing that he wanted them to do was take up guerilla tactics, and post up talented rangers instead of normal troops all over the woodlands to launch sneak attacks on the enemy soldiers from time to time, and then swiftly retreat. He stated that they needed people who were familiar with the woods of the surrounding area, or to get the best archers to familiarize themselves with a portion of it during these hours of preparation, as it was important to whittle down the number of enemies as much as possible before the official invasion began, as the troops of the enemy army were still more trained and deadly than they were at equal numbers. After this, the last thing that Nero would suggest are traps. These were pretty nefarious in war, but a victory is a victory, so it did not matter what tactics were used at the moment. These were going to be simple, and while they would not hinder the more armored soldiers that their enemies would bring, they would cause great suffering to the unarmored soldiers and the scouts of the enemy army, so there was merit in both. Nero knew that he could not completely get rid of the scouting ability of their enemy, but there could definitely be something that would make them think twice before scouting too heavily in the forested woodlands near their home.
With his plans suggested, it seemed like the old men decided to go with them, as they did not want to lose or die, if they could not retreat after the fighting started.
The old men surrounding the table and the map started to fill him in, and they talked about the Crescenda forces, which were from a nearby kingdom that were constantly fighting them for territory in this area. The map displayed the surrounding area as a large plains to the south, rolling hills to the west, a large mountain blocking all troop transport to the north, and a series of sparse woodland to the east. The east was where the enemy army would be attacking them from, and the scouts had said they were an almost three thousand strong army marching there, and would get to their location in about eight hours, which was just enough time to organize their troops. Nero thought this was strange, as organizing troops in the normal world would take a lot longer in terms of time needed, but it seems that this world was slightly accelerated for the enjoyment of the user, as it would be pretty boring to talk about strategy and have to wait a couple of days or even weeks for an enemy to show themselves, so unless that option was specifically stated, perhaps to temper one's patience and willpower, then this option would be fine for speeding up the actual training aspect of this training facility. Nero was fine with this, as he simply talked with the people about certain strategy, and where to p[osition their troops for greatest effect. Nero thought about what they were saying, as they wanted a cavalry charge as soon as their enemies got out of the woodlands that were several hundred meters to the east of them, but he thought that this type of attacking was folly.
Nero was a shinobi at heart, and so he would bring the shinobi way of attacking and defending, the shinobi way of war, to the people of these lands, even if it was just a game, and so Nero voiced his opinions about scrapping their plans and going with his new way of fighting. He expected the elders here would offer fierce resistance and bring up their years of war and etcetera to him, making it nearly impossible for him to actually utilize these tactics in combat, but it seems that the artificial intelligence of this programmed game was going to give him the treatment of the main character of the novels that he used to read as a kid, and just let him do whatever he wanted. The old men decided to try the tactics of the new guy, especially because this army had defeated them before when their numbers were equal, but now, they had five hundred less troops to command than the enemy army that was bearing down on them, so they needed something that was more creative, and thought that a breath of fresh air from this strange youth was just what they needed, and decided to put their trust in him. Nero thought about this for a moment, and even though this was a game, he was going to try his hardest to have the casualty rate be as low as possible, so that he would be able to flex his creative mind to come up with the best tactic against the enemy. The enemy had a large number of cavalry units, and so the woodland terrain they had to trek through to get to their fortress was disadvantageous to them, so they would bring the fight there. The strong cavalry of the enemy army was a thron in his armie’s side for as long as they could remember, so any disadvantage they could put on them was something worthy of merit and a try.
Nero detailed his plan, as they needed to dig trenches and fill them with water, making the ground very muddy so that the horses could not find stable footing, but only in strategic locations that could not be seen or scouted ahead of time. This would allow the members to quickly either attack the horses, or quickly kill the enemy troops that will fall off their horses because of the harsh terrain that they can not navigate through. The second thing that he wanted them to do was take up guerilla tactics, and post up talented rangers instead of normal troops all over the woodlands to launch sneak attacks on the enemy soldiers from time to time, and then swiftly retreat. He stated that they needed people who were familiar with the woods of the surrounding area, or to get the best archers to familiarize themselves with a portion of it during these hours of preparation, as it was important to whittle down the number of enemies as much as possible before the official invasion began, as the troops of the enemy army were still more trained and deadly than they were at equal numbers. After this, the last thing that Nero would suggest are traps. These were pretty nefarious in war, but a victory is a victory, so it did not matter what tactics were used at the moment. These were going to be simple, and while they would not hinder the more armored soldiers that their enemies would bring, they would cause great suffering to the unarmored soldiers and the scouts of the enemy army, so there was merit in both. Nero knew that he could not completely get rid of the scouting ability of their enemy, but there could definitely be something that would make them think twice before scouting too heavily in the forested woodlands near their home.
With his plans suggested, it seemed like the old men decided to go with them, as they did not want to lose or die, if they could not retreat after the fighting started.
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Current Total : 4008
- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Sat Jan 09, 2021 1:15 am
With their decision time immediately began to speed up. Nero stood watching as everyone dashed around at an unimaginable speed, almost like a vhs tape running on fast forward. It was an interesting site to behold and only reinforced to him that this was a very realistic game of sorts. He chose to take a seat, while a fortnight past in what felt like only five minutes. People ran back and forth with the materials for the traps and strategies he’d suggested. He didn’t honestly expect them to take it entirely to heart but they really seemed to be putting the effort in for the sake of victory. Nero couldn’t help but chuckle as he stood up as time began to slow back down in this virtual world. It started to fit with real time once more as he adjusted his wrist bands and cracked his knuckles.
“Well I guess I can’t just let them do all the work” he said with a smile as he stepped forward confidently.
Everything had been set up to his suggestions almost perfectly, and he only had to walk around and survey the areas for a bit to provide some assistance with the finishing touches. Thankfully with his help everything was completed in time. Night fall came swiftly and with it the guards began to take over for their shifts. It was a silent night with no major occurrences as Nero sharpened his ninja tools and made sure everything was in order. It wasn’t long before the sun began to rise in the east and with it a large cavalry troop on the horizon. Knights in full plate armor, gleaming red with what looked like the blood of their enemies led the way forward. One with exceptionally flashy gear seemed to be leading the march forward.
The armor itself seemed to be an intimidation tactic one that would have worked before, but now the eyes of the soldiers Nero had assisted gleamed with eager anticipation for their approach. After all their hard work they were confident that they could win, and even if they didn’t they knew they could land an important blow that would change the balance of the battlefield unlike their previous skirmishes. The assumed commander of the army on the horizon drew his sword, swinging it forward as it gleamed in the morning light with the sunrise at his back. He pointed it forward and seemed to be shouting to his men. Due to the distance most could not make out what he was saying but Nero knew very well that he was calling for a charge.
The foot soldiers of the army ahead lead the charge forward, walking with confidence across the vast field before them. They seemed to be unaware of what was in store for them. The cavalry that was their main force followed behind, their number surprisingly larger than the foot soldiers in front. Normally this was not the case. Horses were expensive to maintain and train and regular soldiers were easier to use and deploy on the battle field. Their formation clearly showed how much monetary power they were backed by. Regardless they were in for a rude awakening as they attempted to march through what was now like a muddy marsh. Their footfalls caused the mud to splash and their heavy weight caused a few to sink down further and lose their footing. A few fell either onto their backs or on their faces here and there disrupting the formation and slowly chipping away at the foot soldiers morale.
It didn’t help either that the commanders in charge of their respective units berated their men from atop their horses, unconcerned with the issues of the common folk they ruthlessly pushed forward to what was most likely going to be their deaths. It seemed like a few in their ranks also had no idea what was happening with their horses as well. Since they only had to worry about traversing through the mud they incurred no loss of stamina personally, but even the horses were struggling here and there to push forward. Whips cracked and the jangling of stirrups could be heard from the cavalry as they tried to increase their pace to get out of the disadvantageous terrain as soon as possible. Their orders weren’t exactly good but they weren’t bad either. They had no idea that currently they were being surrounded by rangers from the forestland around them.
Nero had long since headed out with them to lead the charge on the first attack, his squad of rangers stealthily dashing through the forests. They were quite surprised by how nimble he was, darting here and there from tree to tree as he surveyed the area at the same time. The rangers themselves did their best to keep up, running along the ground as they tried not to trip and fall from the tree roots around them.
“Well I guess I can’t just let them do all the work” he said with a smile as he stepped forward confidently.
Everything had been set up to his suggestions almost perfectly, and he only had to walk around and survey the areas for a bit to provide some assistance with the finishing touches. Thankfully with his help everything was completed in time. Night fall came swiftly and with it the guards began to take over for their shifts. It was a silent night with no major occurrences as Nero sharpened his ninja tools and made sure everything was in order. It wasn’t long before the sun began to rise in the east and with it a large cavalry troop on the horizon. Knights in full plate armor, gleaming red with what looked like the blood of their enemies led the way forward. One with exceptionally flashy gear seemed to be leading the march forward.
The armor itself seemed to be an intimidation tactic one that would have worked before, but now the eyes of the soldiers Nero had assisted gleamed with eager anticipation for their approach. After all their hard work they were confident that they could win, and even if they didn’t they knew they could land an important blow that would change the balance of the battlefield unlike their previous skirmishes. The assumed commander of the army on the horizon drew his sword, swinging it forward as it gleamed in the morning light with the sunrise at his back. He pointed it forward and seemed to be shouting to his men. Due to the distance most could not make out what he was saying but Nero knew very well that he was calling for a charge.
The foot soldiers of the army ahead lead the charge forward, walking with confidence across the vast field before them. They seemed to be unaware of what was in store for them. The cavalry that was their main force followed behind, their number surprisingly larger than the foot soldiers in front. Normally this was not the case. Horses were expensive to maintain and train and regular soldiers were easier to use and deploy on the battle field. Their formation clearly showed how much monetary power they were backed by. Regardless they were in for a rude awakening as they attempted to march through what was now like a muddy marsh. Their footfalls caused the mud to splash and their heavy weight caused a few to sink down further and lose their footing. A few fell either onto their backs or on their faces here and there disrupting the formation and slowly chipping away at the foot soldiers morale.
It didn’t help either that the commanders in charge of their respective units berated their men from atop their horses, unconcerned with the issues of the common folk they ruthlessly pushed forward to what was most likely going to be their deaths. It seemed like a few in their ranks also had no idea what was happening with their horses as well. Since they only had to worry about traversing through the mud they incurred no loss of stamina personally, but even the horses were struggling here and there to push forward. Whips cracked and the jangling of stirrups could be heard from the cavalry as they tried to increase their pace to get out of the disadvantageous terrain as soon as possible. Their orders weren’t exactly good but they weren’t bad either. They had no idea that currently they were being surrounded by rangers from the forestland around them.
Nero had long since headed out with them to lead the charge on the first attack, his squad of rangers stealthily dashing through the forests. They were quite surprised by how nimble he was, darting here and there from tree to tree as he surveyed the area at the same time. The rangers themselves did their best to keep up, running along the ground as they tried not to trip and fall from the tree roots around them.
[822]
- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Sat Jan 09, 2021 2:13 am
It was only a few minutes before he had gotten into position, borrowing a bow from one of the soldiers to assist in the first volley. He was surprised by how real it felt in his hands as he looked down at it. He knew everything here was virtual but this felt like a regular well crafted bow. It was hard to explain, and even harder to understand so he chose to simply shake off the feelings of rejection and doubt towards this weirdly crafted world. He gripped the bow tightly and aimed forward, pulling back on the string that would holster his arrow for the brief moment before he gave his signal. The bow arched back as the bow string turned taut with his strength pulling it back towards his chest. His form was remarkable for someone who rarely used bows, but something about it just felt normal to him. He glanced here and there for a good target as he did his best to read the wind and judge his distance from a top the trees. With a light whistle he signaled the rangers below to prepare their volley, but when he looked down for a moment to check if the signal was received he noticed they were already following his example and had prepared before he even whistled. He smiled wryly as he brought his gaze back up to his target, it was one of the cavalry commanders that was marching forward through the mud.
The man's brow was covered in sweat, most likely from their march and the tension. His helmet seemed a little too large for his head as well as it jostled around with each step forward his horse took. Nero was surprised at the details he could notice, it wasn’t something he could normally do, it’s possible his training had helped his visual acuity in some way but he couldn’t be sure. He wiped away idle thoughts and calmed his emotions as he steadied his breathing. His eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as his concentration took over. With it his bow steadied, the normal shaking that would come from minute movements had ceased entirely. He was like a stone statue majestically aiming towards the horizon, it was picturesque to say the least. With silence slowly encroaching on the forest and the wind coming to a sudden halt the twang of a single bowstring was the precursor to the start of the battle.
His single arrow soared through the air, passing stealthily over the heads of many of the soldiers out on the field, only a few seemed to pause and turn their head as the sound of the fletching from the arrow whistled past at the speed of sound. It was only after the arrow connected with the temple of the enemies unit commander that many turned their heads in surprise. They noticed the arrow and watched the man fall from his horse, crashing into the mud, some whispering in confusion and surprise before another command shouted out at the top of his lungs. ‘Enemy attack!’ His orders however were too late as the sky above seemed to turn pitch black for a moment. A rain of arrows fell from above, well timed with the first as the opposing army below was riddled with arrows. Many of the foot soldiers dropped in despair, unable to raise their shields in time before they were turned into porcupines in the now blood soaked mud.
The lead commander in red frowned as he watched his troops being slaughtered needlessly and gave the orders for them to fall back to a different route. Many did their best to follow his commands as they either shielded themselves from the continuous bombardment or retaliated with their own bows and arrows to the best of their abilities. Their actions however were futile as the large trees that made up the forest shrouded their positions a bit and protected them from retaliation. Their goal had been accomplished with the enemy deciding to change their route of approach.
The man's brow was covered in sweat, most likely from their march and the tension. His helmet seemed a little too large for his head as well as it jostled around with each step forward his horse took. Nero was surprised at the details he could notice, it wasn’t something he could normally do, it’s possible his training had helped his visual acuity in some way but he couldn’t be sure. He wiped away idle thoughts and calmed his emotions as he steadied his breathing. His eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as his concentration took over. With it his bow steadied, the normal shaking that would come from minute movements had ceased entirely. He was like a stone statue majestically aiming towards the horizon, it was picturesque to say the least. With silence slowly encroaching on the forest and the wind coming to a sudden halt the twang of a single bowstring was the precursor to the start of the battle.
His single arrow soared through the air, passing stealthily over the heads of many of the soldiers out on the field, only a few seemed to pause and turn their head as the sound of the fletching from the arrow whistled past at the speed of sound. It was only after the arrow connected with the temple of the enemies unit commander that many turned their heads in surprise. They noticed the arrow and watched the man fall from his horse, crashing into the mud, some whispering in confusion and surprise before another command shouted out at the top of his lungs. ‘Enemy attack!’ His orders however were too late as the sky above seemed to turn pitch black for a moment. A rain of arrows fell from above, well timed with the first as the opposing army below was riddled with arrows. Many of the foot soldiers dropped in despair, unable to raise their shields in time before they were turned into porcupines in the now blood soaked mud.
The lead commander in red frowned as he watched his troops being slaughtered needlessly and gave the orders for them to fall back to a different route. Many did their best to follow his commands as they either shielded themselves from the continuous bombardment or retaliated with their own bows and arrows to the best of their abilities. Their actions however were futile as the large trees that made up the forest shrouded their positions a bit and protected them from retaliation. Their goal had been accomplished with the enemy deciding to change their route of approach.
[679]
- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Sat Jan 09, 2021 2:57 am
The enemy forced their march to split in two, in the formation of a wishbone as they tried to cross around the muddy land, sticking closer to the trees on the Northern side of the forest away from the range of the archers. Nero couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched them, like lambs to the slaughter. With a few hand motions Nero directed the rangers to head back to the embankments prepared near the castle. It was there that they’d help the other archers to hold back the enemy while he intended to assassinate the commander. They all nodded and saluted in response before dashing through the forest, quickly out of sight. It was at that point that Nero turned to look out towards the enemies movements, once again judging when the best time to attack would be.
The footsoldiers ahead marched towards what they thought was a safe area, slowly approaching the castle’s walls with a bit of caution. Many of them constantly looked around for a sign of enemy soldiers, wary of arrows and ambushes. Because of that their pace slowed down to a crawl for quite a while, taking a heavy toll on their psyche with each passing minute. The originally confident army was now so wary that they were sapping their own stamina just marching towards their goal. It was a prime situation for Nero and the rest as he stalked them from the trees. It had taken him quite a bit of time to get this close, but with his well practiced stealth and their inability to use or sense chakra it was easy for him to get this far. He couldn’t help smiling as he watched their struggle, even going so far as to pick off any stragglers from the reconnaissance team of the enemy meant to find people like himself. Slowly the bodies began piling up as he took down any who got within range of his location.
Before long they were within range of the castle’s archers once again, and it was at this point that they slowed even further and came to a halt. It seemed like they were preparing themselves for a charge once more, their cavalry assuming position as the footsoldiers got ready to go along with them. But Nero knew this was futile, the area before them was laced with traps meant to collapse from the sheer weight of their numbers if they stepped onto it. It wasn’t like a normal hunting trap made to catch one or two creatures, it was crafted in such a way to support larger numbers, only being triggered when a certain amount of weight or people was on it. Some could even be operated remotely by the castle with a few black powder charges. They were in for a very rude awakening if they thought approaching the castle would be an easy task.
The main commander was in the midst of setting up his base camp for the battle along side his retinue of knights and servants when Nero appeared within the trees, watching them like a predator before a kill. His soldiers already had received orders to continue their march and begin the battle while he, haughty in thinking that the battle would be the same as before began to relax on his established quarters without a care in the world. It was laughable to say the least. He didn’t even take notice of the sounds of battle going on outside while his men marched forward, being bombarded by the arrows of the archers. Also due to Nero’s diligence the relay of information would be rather delayed for them, having taken out most of their scouts and runners before approaching their camp, he waited for the right moment to pick off as many as he could.
The footsoldiers ahead marched towards what they thought was a safe area, slowly approaching the castle’s walls with a bit of caution. Many of them constantly looked around for a sign of enemy soldiers, wary of arrows and ambushes. Because of that their pace slowed down to a crawl for quite a while, taking a heavy toll on their psyche with each passing minute. The originally confident army was now so wary that they were sapping their own stamina just marching towards their goal. It was a prime situation for Nero and the rest as he stalked them from the trees. It had taken him quite a bit of time to get this close, but with his well practiced stealth and their inability to use or sense chakra it was easy for him to get this far. He couldn’t help smiling as he watched their struggle, even going so far as to pick off any stragglers from the reconnaissance team of the enemy meant to find people like himself. Slowly the bodies began piling up as he took down any who got within range of his location.
Before long they were within range of the castle’s archers once again, and it was at this point that they slowed even further and came to a halt. It seemed like they were preparing themselves for a charge once more, their cavalry assuming position as the footsoldiers got ready to go along with them. But Nero knew this was futile, the area before them was laced with traps meant to collapse from the sheer weight of their numbers if they stepped onto it. It wasn’t like a normal hunting trap made to catch one or two creatures, it was crafted in such a way to support larger numbers, only being triggered when a certain amount of weight or people was on it. Some could even be operated remotely by the castle with a few black powder charges. They were in for a very rude awakening if they thought approaching the castle would be an easy task.
The main commander was in the midst of setting up his base camp for the battle along side his retinue of knights and servants when Nero appeared within the trees, watching them like a predator before a kill. His soldiers already had received orders to continue their march and begin the battle while he, haughty in thinking that the battle would be the same as before began to relax on his established quarters without a care in the world. It was laughable to say the least. He didn’t even take notice of the sounds of battle going on outside while his men marched forward, being bombarded by the arrows of the archers. Also due to Nero’s diligence the relay of information would be rather delayed for them, having taken out most of their scouts and runners before approaching their camp, he waited for the right moment to pick off as many as he could.
[636]
- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Sun Jan 10, 2021 12:24 am
Slowly he crept up on the tent that the commanding officer resided in. He had already created two Shadow Clones who would go about taking care of the Knights and servants while he focused on the leader. But things wouldn’t be as easy as he thought. The pure white tent, adorned with gold tassels and other fine threads and jewels swished lightly in the wind as he approached. Nero did his utmost to erase his presence as he tried to probe the inside of the tent and determine where the commander was within. He intended to drop the tent on him and cause some confusion so he could cleanly take him and work on finishing off the rest of the Knights but the sound of clanking armor resounded from the tent as he came just about 5 meters away from the edge of the tarp. A sword appeared from the once white tarp, piercing through and lurching forward towards his chest at a surprising speed, but Nero wasn’t startled in the slightest. He was already holding a kunai as he approached and chose to use it to block the oncoming strike, deflecting the blade away with a quick swipe of his arm.
It was a simple action of him meeting the tip of the blade as it neared his range, the kunai in his left hand clashing with it and pushing it to his left side as he dived forward, pulling a second kunai from his belt and throwing it forward into the tent. The sound of metal against metal rang out from within, hinting at the possibility of his kunai being deflected. From the sound of the clash he assumed it was most likely a wrist guard or shield that may have protected the Commander from the kunai and the ringing that accompanied the clash meant it was deflected entirely, throwing his kunai off to the side instead of it embedding itself into the shield. Nero knew it would be difficult if he left the commander regain his composure after having deflected it, and he didn’t want to let this man breath for even a second. Since his surprise attack had failed he jumped into the air, rising 5 meters over the tent and pulling out 3 of his shuriken. He pulled his arm towards his chest, crossing over his body as the shuriken were held between his fingers. With a swift motion he dragged his arm across his chest, aiming it downward at the tent, flicking his wrist and releasing the shuriken at the tail end of the motion. The shuriken sped quickly towards the tent, piercing through the cloth with ease as Nero spun the kunai in his hand to hold it in a downward position in his left hand.
He descended with his own weight trailing behind the kunai he had thrown. He could tell this time that he had surprised the Commander, the sound of metal being somewhat different from before. Instead of the ringing he heard from the clash of shield versus kunai instead he heard a sound similar to snapping. The kunai had punctured through the armor that covered the man's shoulders, one even inflicting a wound on the man's neck that caused a laceration deep enough to make it an issue down the line if he didnt receive medical attention soon. With the kunai announcing his arrival however the man lifted his shield, most likely hoping to stop another barrage considering how he had no idea what was going on above. To his surprise, the tent buckled from Nero’s weight as he descended down on top of it. The cloth acted almost like a trampoline as he collided with it, but before it could resist him and push him back upwards he slashed down with his kunai, putting the entire force of his body weight behind the strike. The tent below him tore open, revealing the surprised face of his opponent.
It was a simple action of him meeting the tip of the blade as it neared his range, the kunai in his left hand clashing with it and pushing it to his left side as he dived forward, pulling a second kunai from his belt and throwing it forward into the tent. The sound of metal against metal rang out from within, hinting at the possibility of his kunai being deflected. From the sound of the clash he assumed it was most likely a wrist guard or shield that may have protected the Commander from the kunai and the ringing that accompanied the clash meant it was deflected entirely, throwing his kunai off to the side instead of it embedding itself into the shield. Nero knew it would be difficult if he left the commander regain his composure after having deflected it, and he didn’t want to let this man breath for even a second. Since his surprise attack had failed he jumped into the air, rising 5 meters over the tent and pulling out 3 of his shuriken. He pulled his arm towards his chest, crossing over his body as the shuriken were held between his fingers. With a swift motion he dragged his arm across his chest, aiming it downward at the tent, flicking his wrist and releasing the shuriken at the tail end of the motion. The shuriken sped quickly towards the tent, piercing through the cloth with ease as Nero spun the kunai in his hand to hold it in a downward position in his left hand.
He descended with his own weight trailing behind the kunai he had thrown. He could tell this time that he had surprised the Commander, the sound of metal being somewhat different from before. Instead of the ringing he heard from the clash of shield versus kunai instead he heard a sound similar to snapping. The kunai had punctured through the armor that covered the man's shoulders, one even inflicting a wound on the man's neck that caused a laceration deep enough to make it an issue down the line if he didnt receive medical attention soon. With the kunai announcing his arrival however the man lifted his shield, most likely hoping to stop another barrage considering how he had no idea what was going on above. To his surprise, the tent buckled from Nero’s weight as he descended down on top of it. The cloth acted almost like a trampoline as he collided with it, but before it could resist him and push him back upwards he slashed down with his kunai, putting the entire force of his body weight behind the strike. The tent below him tore open, revealing the surprised face of his opponent.
[661]
- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Sun Jan 10, 2021 12:58 am
Nero smiled back at him, resisting the urge to chuckle as he took notice of the rest of the tent collapsing from his initial crash through it. In a moment it would drop down around him as well if he didn’t leave in time. However this was something he’d already accounted for. He stabbed at the neck of the man again creating another laceration on the either side with the intention of making it hard for him to stifle the blood on just one side without dropping both weapons. He could see the surprise on the man’s face as he instinctively reached out to dry and cover the wound while Nero bounced up off the shield and flipped backwards, landing 10 meters away from the collapsing tent. It would take the man some time to get out on his own, enough to drain some stamina from him considering both wounds to his neck.
While he wanted to finish this quickly, he wasn’t exactly in a rush to get this done at the moment. Considering how their first clash had gone he realized his opponent at least had decent intuition, or visual acuity better yet. He didn’t want to risk injuring himself against an opponent such as this, who wasn’t even an enemy ninja. He watched as the man struggled to crawl out from the debri of his tent, stifling a grown as one hand held his neck. He was attempting to wrap a bandage around it, most likely a piece of the tent that was ripped off for him to block his wounds, but Nero wasn’t naive or kind enough to let him continue doing that.
Another kunai landed on his free hand, digging in deep into the flesh as Nero slowly walked towards the man, decreasing the distance between the two with each confident step. The commander gritted his teeth in anger, his eyes glaring at him with an intense hate as he did his best to grip his sword with his remaining free hand. He no longer tried to charge at Nero and stood firm where he was at, most likely conserving his energy. His entire focus lied on Nero, waiting for any move he’d make. That however would be his undoing.
A knight's longsword erupted from his chest, lifting his body up just a bit before a second sword found its way into his flank. The man coughed up blood instantly, unable to resist the pain from the surprise attack. He turned his head slowly trying to find out who had stabbed him, disregarding Nero's slow approach considering how he knew he was already done for. To his surprise the person stabbing him was Nero and his shocked look was honestly priceless. He turned his head back to face forward, watching Nero still take step after step towards him and the surprise seemed to sink in deeper and deeper. He looked back and forth between the two men, unable to discern why they looked alike, it was at that point he remembered the second sword and faced his left side, seeing a third man with the same appearance. This third man unlike the other two smiled brightly at him and waved, almost like he was greeting an old friend and not assassinating an army commander.
It was like a nightmare for the man, he shook violently, unable to control his body as he dropped his sword, the metal clanking against the hard ground as the clone of Nero behind him lowered him to his knees. A deep breath was exhaled from the commander as the last vestiges of life continued to leak out from him, his energy weakening faster than he had expected. He stared at the original Nero, seemingly coming to terms with his defeat and impending death. He didn’t bother to beg, or humble himself, he merely closed his eyes, waiting for deaths warm embrace.
While he wanted to finish this quickly, he wasn’t exactly in a rush to get this done at the moment. Considering how their first clash had gone he realized his opponent at least had decent intuition, or visual acuity better yet. He didn’t want to risk injuring himself against an opponent such as this, who wasn’t even an enemy ninja. He watched as the man struggled to crawl out from the debri of his tent, stifling a grown as one hand held his neck. He was attempting to wrap a bandage around it, most likely a piece of the tent that was ripped off for him to block his wounds, but Nero wasn’t naive or kind enough to let him continue doing that.
Another kunai landed on his free hand, digging in deep into the flesh as Nero slowly walked towards the man, decreasing the distance between the two with each confident step. The commander gritted his teeth in anger, his eyes glaring at him with an intense hate as he did his best to grip his sword with his remaining free hand. He no longer tried to charge at Nero and stood firm where he was at, most likely conserving his energy. His entire focus lied on Nero, waiting for any move he’d make. That however would be his undoing.
A knight's longsword erupted from his chest, lifting his body up just a bit before a second sword found its way into his flank. The man coughed up blood instantly, unable to resist the pain from the surprise attack. He turned his head slowly trying to find out who had stabbed him, disregarding Nero's slow approach considering how he knew he was already done for. To his surprise the person stabbing him was Nero and his shocked look was honestly priceless. He turned his head back to face forward, watching Nero still take step after step towards him and the surprise seemed to sink in deeper and deeper. He looked back and forth between the two men, unable to discern why they looked alike, it was at that point he remembered the second sword and faced his left side, seeing a third man with the same appearance. This third man unlike the other two smiled brightly at him and waved, almost like he was greeting an old friend and not assassinating an army commander.
It was like a nightmare for the man, he shook violently, unable to control his body as he dropped his sword, the metal clanking against the hard ground as the clone of Nero behind him lowered him to his knees. A deep breath was exhaled from the commander as the last vestiges of life continued to leak out from him, his energy weakening faster than he had expected. He stared at the original Nero, seemingly coming to terms with his defeat and impending death. He didn’t bother to beg, or humble himself, he merely closed his eyes, waiting for deaths warm embrace.
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Current Total : 7456
- NeroCitizen
- Stat Page : Nero Uchiha
Clan Specialty : Genjutsu
Village : Kirigakure
Ryo : 3800
Re: Inglorious Return [IO]
Sun Jan 10, 2021 1:08 am
Seeing this Nero decided to show a bit of mercy to the program commander. Despite not being actually human these bits of virtual reality humans or whatever they were seemed pretty lifelike. It was a shame they had to encounter him and lose their lives for nothing. As a ninja Nero could stall his emotions, suppressing them deep down as far as he needed, but that didn’t mean he was entirely heartless. It was mainly that he did his best to consider this world fake, and not let any of it affect him. It still didn’t honestly, but there was also no point dragging this out like some sort of lunatic either. He reached down to pick up the sword of the now fallen commander, resting in on the man’s shoulder for a moment, taking in the look of his face. He was memorizing the features of what would technically be his first kill.
Although the man wasn’t exactly real, the feeling of it was, and it was something he’d have to carry with himself throughout his coming days. He wanted this experience to be something he could learn from and grow through, he would do his best to never forget. He was no longer weak, he was a Kirigakure ninja, one that would one day go down in history for the sake of his village, he wanted to make sure it was for the right reasons. With a swift flick of the wrist he slashed into the neck of the commander, severing his head cleanly from his body. Considering his seated position his body didn’t move in any way thankfully, making it less awkward to deal with the blood now raining down on himself and his clones as they both pulled their swords out of the body. Normally this blood would be detrimental in a fight, but considering how they’d basically wiped out the base camp of the enemy there wasn’t much else left to do.
They wiped the blades of the swords off to not dull the edge and make sure to keep their eyes clear of any remaining blood so that they could see clearly. However they chose to leave the rest of the blood on their bodies, intending to use it against the enemy later. They grabbed the head of the commander, stabbing it into a pike nearby and presenting it on top of the hill in an optimal place for all to see. Using his chakra Nero boosted the sound of his voice and shouted out his command for the entire battle field to here.
“Your commander has been slain!” he said with a tone of dignity that even he didn’t expect “If you value your lives then drop your weapons. Those who choose not to will see their life forfeit!”
With his declaration his clones appeared behind him, pushing the bodies of the fallen knights down the hill, all three of them standing like bloody asuras with the light of the rising sun shining against their backs.
Although the man wasn’t exactly real, the feeling of it was, and it was something he’d have to carry with himself throughout his coming days. He wanted this experience to be something he could learn from and grow through, he would do his best to never forget. He was no longer weak, he was a Kirigakure ninja, one that would one day go down in history for the sake of his village, he wanted to make sure it was for the right reasons. With a swift flick of the wrist he slashed into the neck of the commander, severing his head cleanly from his body. Considering his seated position his body didn’t move in any way thankfully, making it less awkward to deal with the blood now raining down on himself and his clones as they both pulled their swords out of the body. Normally this blood would be detrimental in a fight, but considering how they’d basically wiped out the base camp of the enemy there wasn’t much else left to do.
They wiped the blades of the swords off to not dull the edge and make sure to keep their eyes clear of any remaining blood so that they could see clearly. However they chose to leave the rest of the blood on their bodies, intending to use it against the enemy later. They grabbed the head of the commander, stabbing it into a pike nearby and presenting it on top of the hill in an optimal place for all to see. Using his chakra Nero boosted the sound of his voice and shouted out his command for the entire battle field to here.
“Your commander has been slain!” he said with a tone of dignity that even he didn’t expect “If you value your lives then drop your weapons. Those who choose not to will see their life forfeit!”
With his declaration his clones appeared behind him, pushing the bodies of the fallen knights down the hill, all three of them standing like bloody asuras with the light of the rising sun shining against their backs.
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