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Natsumi Nara
Natsumi Nara
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Village : Konohagakure
Ryo : 500

The Monsters We Make Empty The Monsters We Make

Sun Jul 07, 2024 5:27 pm
The sun dipped below the horizon, plunging Konohagakure into darkness as alarms blared from the village's science institute. Inside the laboratory's halls, chaos reigned. Panicked scientists shouted orders over the cacophony of crashing cages and snarling beasts. These were no ordinary animals; they were products of experimentation, an attempt to expand the arsenal of Konoha’s shinobi and aid the village in an ever-escalating arms race with the wider shinobi world.

The fangs of tigers, the courage of lions, and the tenacity of bears were carefully selected for and bred into idealized chimeras. Hidden behind the thin veneer of scientific advancement and funded by less-than-legitimate sources, the scientists of Konohagakure created monsters custom-built to rend flesh from bone. And now, with their cages ajar and chains broken, these monsters were unleashed upon an unsuspecting populace.

Amid the turmoil of the institute’s evacuation, whispers of traitors and defectors began to circulate, opportunists seeking to exploit the chaos for their gain or, perhaps, the very source of the chaos itself. Indeed, when it came time for roll call, several scientists were notably absent, two of whom were meant to be observing the beasts and had direct access to their cages. It would have been all too easy for any one of them to unleash the modified horrors—what was, at first, a freak accident had evolved into something quite a bit more.

Per the evacuation protocol, a five-block perimeter was formed around the compromised laboratory. Citizens settling down for the night were spirited away by the village’s rapid response team before a barrier descended around the area, creating a veiled exclusion zone. The barrier would prevent the spread of the incident, however, to resolve it entirely a team would have to be dispatched to subdue the beasts and apprehend the supposed traitors.

Thus, in response to this need, the gears of Konoha’s military bureaucracy shifted into motion. Available rosters were reviewed, skills evaluated, and messengers dispatched. If all went to plan, the incident would be resolved that very night before the village awoke the next morning with many none the wiser.

Elsewhere in the village...


Marking the end of a long day, the smell of freshly cooked rice filled Natsumi’s apartment. Far from being the best cook in her family, the Nara girl focused her culinary efforts on a few select dishes. This evening’s meal, hamburger and gravy over rice topped off by a fried egg, was one she had a particular weakness for. Supposedly, the dish originated in one of the island nations and ended up in Konoha by way of a few enterprising foodies—for Natsumi, however, it carried the nostalgia of her mother’s cooking.

National origins aside, tonight’s meal was a capstone to an eventful day. The morning consisted of a few more monotonous missions involving walking a pampered dog, finding a wayward cat, and cleaning the halls of the academy. She had hoped to never step foot in the academy again, but it couldn’t be helped. The afternoon saw the genin running personal errands all around the village: grocery shopping, clothes shopping, and more than a bit of window shopping. So, now, fork in hand, she was glad to have some time to herself or, at least, until a loud banging at the door stopped her mid-bite.

The large man who greeted her at the door wore the flak jacket of a jounin and the symbol of Konoha on his shoulder. He brought an urgent summons to the far side of the village; of late circumstance seemed to conspire against Natsumi’s enjoyment of everyday life. Alas, such was the lot of a Kunoichi, dinner would have to wait.

Sporting yellow-accented athletic pants and a gray pullover emblazoned with the black emblem of the Nara clan, Natsumi arrived on the scene. The perimeter team had set up a small outpost south of the institute’s exclusion zone where the Nara now waited for the remainder of her team. The messenger from before had not mentioned who would be joining her, so she kept an eye out for the arrival of her teammates.

Meanwhile, to the north and delimited by a hazy fuinjutsu barrier, the exclusion zone seemed like a foreign land. While the barrier prevented both animals and traitors alike from escaping, it did not muffle the sounds of the chimera monsters roaming the streets within. Thus, periodically, the now moonlit night filled with the tortured keening of animals that were never meant to be.
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Rekka Meijin
Rekka Meijin
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Genin
Stat Page : Rising Sun
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The Monsters We Make Empty Re: The Monsters We Make

Sun Jul 07, 2024 8:42 pm
Rekka had been out on his front porch in his rocking chair, taking a afternoon nap when he was woken up by the incoming presence of the individual who would drop off his summons for the mission he was being requested for. Upon being handed the scroll for details , The Old man would read the scroll getting all the details, upon which he would light the scroll on fire in his hand , rubbing the ashes between his fingers and he would hoist himself up grabbing his cane and begin to walk towards his destination, he could be there in a moments notice if he wanted, but he liked taking his time and playing the role of the slow old man, only a hand full of people knew his true speed, however when he got within eye sight of the outpost that he was sent to report to, he could see a familiar face that he had recently met, the young Nara Kunoichi. However it would seem they had a much heftier job this time around, so the old man pondered to himself if they would get more help than last time. Not that their third from the last was not help in their own way.

The Man had just seemed....very matter of fact and to the point of the entire mission, these youngsters needed the life lesson questions asked that made them question themselves and seek deeper within, the questions that drove each shinobi in their own right to their ultimate goals. The last man did not seem to be having any of that, and Rekka did not think this place filled with many other strangers to be the place to press such questions either. Its more comfortable the less people that there are around to find out that you have a deeper emotional side to you than you may let on. The Old Man once getting close to the young woman would give her a warm and gentle smile, the fire that burns within his eyes glisten to reflect the warmth, only one or two yet live still that have truely seen the fires rage within his eyes, and he hoped to keep it in such a manner , but he knew that the truth of the world meant that one day he would have to show what he was truely capable of.

The Black Gi with the White Haori was only over shadowed by the old mans beard that nearly reached the ground, and eyebrows that almost met his beard. The old man would place one hand over the other that rested on top of his wooden cane, awaiting for the time and rest of the party that should arrive at any moment. He let out the soft breath that let those around him know that he was indeed still alive as he began to have some small talk with the young Kunoichi "Rather nice to Meet you again young lady, I hope that life has found you well in the short span since our last meeting together" The raspy voice of the old man creaked out, one would almost think that moths were about to come out of a attic that had not been opened in a generation. The sincerity in his voice ever prevelant within the words he spoke even if it was meant just to kill time.

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Saku
Saku
Genin
Genin
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Mon Jul 08, 2024 4:49 am
The moon hung high over Konohagakure, casting its pale light over the village. Inside the perimeter set up around the exclusion zone, tension was palpable. Among the shinobi assembled, a small figure appeared silently, barely noticeable even among the disciplined ranks of the shinobi. The Child, wearing a white cloak that obscured their features, moved with a quiet grace, their presence almost ethereal.

The Child had spent the evening within the confines of their apartment, as was becoming increasingly more common these days. Gone were the days of waking up in strange locations, not knowing date, time, or even why they were in said place to begin with. It was a jarring change, waking up in one's own bed knowing how they got there, but it was one that The Child had slowly grown accustomed to during the last month or so.

Despite the growing homeliness and familiarity of their accommodation their was still a sense of unease within The Child. They were after all still technically on duty, being roped into being a first-responder should anything come up during the night. It had seemed like an easy bonus to wage at the time, but The Child had quickly come to realise that any sort of problem would now be shoved upon them.

When the alarms blared, a sharp note cutting through the tranquillity of the night, The Child paused, their supper left uneaten and cold. They could feel the village’s urgency even from their secluded spot. The alarms, the rush of shinobi, the whispers of danger, it all pulled at their heightened senses. A soft sigh escaped their lips, and with one final mournful look at their half-eaten food, The Child headed toward the source of the disturbance, their cloak billowing behind them like a ghost in the night.

The Child met with the messenger sent to get them along the way, the message was vague, but The Child was afforded an advantage in being able to perceive the problem long before they had arrived at location.

As they approached the outpost south of the exclusion zone, The Child's milky-white eyes took in the situation. The barrier shimmered under the moonlight, containing the chaos within. The sounds of the chimeras twisted, unnatural roars, echoed through the night, sending a shiver down The Child's spine. These were no ordinary beasts; the roars were tinged with pain and madness, a testament to the horrors they had undergone.

Wishing to get a further scope of the situation their eyes flared with chakra, veins protruding, as the dormant Byakugan sparked into life. They were only able to get a brief scan of the area, noting that the beasts were already on the prowl. It wouldn't be an easy clean up then, it was looking more and more like their supper wouldn't be finished tonight.

The Child moved closer to the gathering point, their footsteps silent on the hard ground. The outpost was a hive of activity. Shinobi were setting up defensive positions, discussing strategies in hushed tones, and keeping a wary eye on the barrier. It was a scene of organized chaos, everyone acutely aware of the danger lurking just beyond the shimmering field.

Upon questioning the nearest shinobi, The Child was directed to where the rest of their team waited. Natsumi, the young kunoichi they had met a week or so ago, was easy enough to spot given their choice of attire. Not exactly the best outfit for avoiding the untold horrors that lay within, but it was hardly The Child's problem. She seemed to be in conversation with an elderly shinobi The Child was unfamiliar with.

The Child approached the pair, their small stature making their presence almost unnoticed until they were close enough to speak.

"Good evening," The Child greeted softly. "I am Saku." They introduced themself, more out of a necessary need than out of a want for social interaction. "I received the summons. What’s the situation?" A strange question, giving the obvious sounds of beasts wandering in the night further within the barrier, yet one they felt was needed to draw out any more information that would be helpful going forward.

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Natsumi Nara
Natsumi Nara
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Village : Konohagakure
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Thu Jul 11, 2024 1:07 am
The activity at the outpost south of the exclusion zone followed a strange rhythm. Shinobi and Kunoichi alike spoke in hushed, hurried tones as they went this way and that until the screech of some distant designer monster broke the routine. The hushed tones ceased and the activity ground to a halt as the whole outpost listened to the unnatural cry, collectively pausing to imagine what kind of creatures now stalked the familiar streets of their village. Then, as soon as the interruption came, it would trail off into a whimpering nothing, breaking the fleeting spell of inactivity and allowing the outpost personnel to resume their quiet preparations.

In one of these quieter moments, the familiar sound of wood on stone drew Natsumi’s attention away from the intermittent activity of the outpost. In the distance, the moonlight caught the white haori of a hunched figure, whose cane-assisted gait was hard to forget from the previous week’s mission in the Hyuuga district. She greeted the elderly Meijin with a warm smile and a half wave as another scream from within the exclusion zone brought the outpost to a halt once more—the bearded man’s small talk broke the silence that followed.

“It has, thank you,” she replied to the older shinobi trying in vain to keep the trembling nervousness from her voice. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to introduce myself properly on our previous mission.”

She bowed.

“My name’s Natsumi Nara,” she straightened up from her bow. “I’m looking forward to working together again.”

One needed neither a keen eye nor a practiced ear to know her words rang hollow. They were just a show, a charade, a sham all meant to hide one simple fact: she was scared. Perhaps, she reasoned, if she could put on a façade of normalcy the task ahead would be like any other mission. However, every cry from within the exclusion zone served to disprove her naïve theory.

The next team member to arrive was also familiar to the Nara. In their ghostly garb, Saku seemed at home in the moonlit streets, appearing to materialize by the elderly Meijin's side from thin air. Much like the summer day by the creek when they first met, the diminutive genin showed neither emotion nor fear. Instead, they cut straight to the chase, inquiring about the mission ahead. Before Natsumi could respond, however, a tall, blonde-haired woman wearing the flak jacket of a chuunin cut in.

“That is an excellent question,” the chuunin addressed the group of three genin. “Your mission is quite simple: there are three or four animals in there that need taking care of.”

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder to the shimmering barrier around the exclusion zone.

“There are also three scientists currently unaccounted for. You are free to deal with the animals as you see fit. However, the scientists must be taken into custody for questioning. There is reason to believe that they betrayed the village.”

The chuunin let another cry from within the exclusion zone fade before continuing.

“Now, any questions?”
 
Natsumi remained silent and looked to her compatriots. The mission, despite the horrors it entailed, was straightforward enough. This was, in the end, what being a kunoichi was all about: putting one’s life on the line for the village. Such a fact, however, offered cold comfort to the girl, who had unconsciously balled her hand into a fist by her side in a futile attempt to conquer the fear bubbling in her stomach.

“Good,” the chuunin said after answering any questions. “Then I leave the rest to you three. The barrier will be lowered momentarily to allow you to enter, but then you’ll be on your own. Best of luck.”

As if on cue, a section of the shimmering barrier dissipated, the real mission started now. With a hammering heart, the Nara girl took her first steps into the exclusion zone. What lay in wait remained to be seen—at times like these, the teen almost missed the simple monotony of dog walking, roof fixing, and cat finding from past missions.
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WC: 679
TWC: 1432

Nuraihyon Shinkou
Nuraihyon Shinkou
Genin
Genin
Stat Page : The Red Shadow
Mission Record : Cookbook
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Sun Jul 14, 2024 6:15 pm
Late.

Yeah he was definitely running late to the mission but did he really care? Not really. One thing had lead to another and he found himself oversleeping and thanks to the blinds in his room the sun never had a chance to penetrate his dark cove to wake him. As he darted and dashed through the streets throwing on his jacket, the blue haired son of the Hokage would without a doubt be the last one to arrive to the function. Moving from the street he would leap onto the nearest rooftop and began to sprint at his full speed to meet up with the cell of genin he would be participating in todays missions with. He didn't ask for any names nor did he care to , Nura simply wanted to get the job done and move on with the rest of the day. He wasn't far maybe a minute or two away from the location before the trio was about to be let into the zone. Jumping from the last rooftop he would make the last push to arrive just as the Chuunin was about to let them in and as the barrier was finally opened he would have arrived, not breaking a sweat but moving to straighten out his jacket," Almost didn't make it. Alright so we ready to go in?," he looked between the group for a moment before shrugging and sticking his hands into his pockets, was it really okay to be this late? Looking over to the Chuunin who was, for all intents and purposes, upset with the late arrival would not voice her opinion at the moment. Nura would wait until the others had went into the location and then he would, taking the time to look around slowly before sniffing the air for a moment or two. Nothing like the smell of danger and possible destruction to aide in ones day.


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