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Land of Fire {[RP]}
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Muri barged into class, having run up all sixteen floors making a bit of a rowdy ruckus as she panted loudly to catcher her breath and slammed the door open and shut too enthusiastically before stomping over to the seat by the window. Her book bag was plopped down onto the seat next to her with a careless thud of cloth against wood and unzipped to fetch the school supplies she would need for the class. To her disappointment, the substitute teacher was still there, but she resolved to give the man a fair suck of the sav before she judged his teaching. Maybe he knew something heaps cool? The teacher bellowed something about playing bingo? Or did he mean the bounty-hunter book for ninja? Hell, were they going to be learning about rogue nin this class? Muri stifled a chortle when the man appeared to be having trouble even writing the word “taijutsu” up on the board. Was he a native? “Oi chalkie, It’s Taijutsu, not Taijustu. Ya misspelled it just a little right there,” she helpfully mentioned in a quieter voice than her normal after the fifth attempt. The girl was happy that the old teacher was coming back for lunch. He had been a pretty decent bloke, and it would have been a shame to have him incarcerated or given some really dreadful punishment. Hopefully, all he got was a talking-to or something. Muri wasn’t super familiar with how the laws worked in Konoha.
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Hunter nodded to the teacher and just kept flipping through his book enjoying his time here now that he was going to be a real student an could avenge those who fell in his home country. He looked up annoyed when the supposed teacher couldn’t even spell there abilities correctly. He put his head down and began to write each of the abilities that he knew that was hand to hand or foot to foot for that matter. He then pointed his finger at his soda and spun his finger and the soda came from the bottle into his mouth which he enjoyed greatly looking around to see if anyone saw that.
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Mr Pank was partially oblivious to things that were going on as he tried to write things onto the board. His version of a hand was five lines. He drew stick figures to show different fighting styles and wrote names of them above and tried to speak as he wrote but he wasn’t being heard, this was guaranteed. He thought about what he’d need to do to teach and ended up yelling, “CLASS I HAVE NOTES ON THE BEER!”
Ryū sat silently in the vent, listening to the sound as she nibbled on a snack. This body was hard to maintain due to the intake required. She sighed as she tried her own patience, knowing the cooks were now in the kitchen. She felt good helping the Akamichi and hoped that they’d all be grateful, not just the one. She looked to where the opening of the vent was to see more clans coming in for food help. Ryū looked into their begging and starving eyes as they crawled towards her. She saw Inuzuka, some of her own, an Uchiha or two as well as Hyuuga. She even saw some of the other braches like Nara, Yamanaka, and even some of the normal clans with no special abilities. She smiled to them although they couldn’t see and she crawled back out into the kitchen and silently walked up behind the cooks. She didn’t want to hurt them so she tripped each of them with a low leg swoop, rotating herself near the ground to allow her knee to make contact with their calves. As they fell, their heads cracked on the hard floor and knocked them out. She then picked them up and found rope in a cabinet, tying them up. She let the clans come in and get what they needed.
Elsewhere, her Kikaichu were still active and running a muck through the elevators, devouring children that were teasing others in a way that made them feel uncomfortable. Some of the kidaichu that were larger would come back for the trapped children and remove them from the elevators, giving them access to the hallways by prying doors open. They knew what Ryū wanted out of them, and were following it well. -
Muri shot the student using chakra to turn his soda into a miniature fountain a look, regarding him with some interest and flashed him a thumbs-up for doing something cool: she hadn’t seen or at least didn’t recall seeing him in class yesterday but he seemed to be at least a more interesting bloke than the kids willing to risk being trapped in a burning school in order to beat the next level in their cellphone app. At this reminder, Muri turned off her cellphone so that it wouldn’t be a nuisance in class and opened the window to let in a gentle breeze into the classroom. She pulled out her textbook and quickly skimmed through the pages, trying to figure out how these lessons were structured, whether they were proceeding in any particular order and what would be the next lesson after taijutsu and presumably genjutsu were covered.
“Oi! Megaphone, have ya been drinkin tinnies? Feeling spiffed? ” Muri called out obnoxiously. If the teacher was drunk, that would certainly explain the chalk drawings as ugly as a box of blowflies. Her confidence in the teacher was reaching an all-time low. Hell, self-study might do her more good at this point. “Have a go, ya mug and show us some taijutsu! Those chalk scribbles are as useful as a parachute in a submarine!”
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Hunter finally looked up to his fellow class mates scanning over them the chick seemed interesting but the child that entered just seemed to be in the wrong place. He had noticed the eyes of the hyuga on the boy as he entered which only made Hunter smile as he leaned back turning towards the teacher”I hope this teacher that is to return can atleast spell the skills of a ninja, I come from the clan of the Yuki the ice nightmares of the land of water”.
He had no respect for the leaf as of right now though if they show them they still have the power that they are known for he will be honored to worked beside these warriors. He turned towards the girl”So who are you and whats your clan”. Hunter didnt expect an answer so he turned back to is book and began to flip through it one more time this was his life not wanting to fail his people. He first needed to find the Samehada which made him look up and look at the others in the class room before pulled his glove away and saw the blue scales under his glove. He smirked wondering if anyone in here would ever realize what was hidden under his gear. He knew he would be chased out of the class room and then the village if they truly knew but he would put off that secrete being out there. He noticed a bug crawling around on the window and a chill ran up his back, he hated bugs so he pointed his finger at his drink once again and snapped it like a whip at the bug drowning it. He then went back to paying attention to the teacher.
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Mr Pank ignored Muri and kept drawing instead then turned and took a deep breath, “WE WILL HAVE NO PHYSICAL ACTIVITY IN THIS CLASS!” He then turned back around and wrote page numbers to read. He heard the male and said, “ICE IS NICE WITH SAKE AND RICE.” Then returned once more to writing. He didn’t even care about the student running in just as it was to start. Then he seemed to whisper inaudibly as he addressed the class.
Ryū watched the clans until she felt the need to climb into the vents. She started crawling through, keeping her widow mask on and pulling up her purple hood. She got to the portion that went up and she began crawling up, finding it easier to place her back on one side and move her arms and legs to get up. She smirked beneath her mask and worked her way up, finding the collapsed part with the hole and seeing she couldn’t jump up. She thought of what she could do and felt the walls outside of the vent. The wall seemed firm and there were some pipes she could grab. She gripped onto them and pulled herself up into the wall, placing her feet onto the edge of the top, the soles of her shoes making sure the cold metal didn’t cut in as the metal started to creak.
She pulled up on the pipes as the vent section crunched and fell out from beneath her feet. She gasped and held on tight, trying to steady herself before pulling to go up further. She used her legs in a near split to try and inch herself up. It hurt like hell. She managed to get up into the next section of vent, pulling herself the whole way up to the sixteenth floor vent. She flopped into it and took a slight breather, her muscles were sore and she was adoring it. She saw one of the Kidaichu skitter around ahead of her, it was about the size of a cat and just shed another shell. She shivered at thinking what she was unleashing there.
She then carefully crawled to a vent leading to her old classroom, she saw the group in there and the new… teacher? Looked more like a really held back student. She decided to wait and let her Kidaichu and Kikaichu slowly gather back to her, the Kikaichu being allowed back in and the Kidaichu not being allowed back inside, sent to the other vent outlet in the room. -
Muri heard the swearing before Rai walked into class just barely on time. Since he didn’t seem to be in the mood for socializing, she let him be in favor for listening to the loud outburst from the relatively new classmate. Ice huh? His clan name certainly explained the water manipulation powers he had been freely burning chakra to use. “You never told us your name either, soda pop!” Muri responded in an off-hand manner to the new student. “Mine’s Muri, by the way. Nice to see another foreigner in the class, what made ya choose Leaf?” At that moment, their teacher interrupted in his dreadfully loud voice, and the student made a loud squawk of outrage. “Strewth, ya fair dinkum about that, megaphone!? How’re we supposed to learn taijutsu then, ya drongo? I could of chucked a sickie and just read this book for all the help you’re giving us.” She muttered something about “bloody muppet” before reluctantly flipping to the indicated pages to see if anything worthwhile was written in there. If not, then she’d try and sneak in some research about ninjutsu to see if there were other cool tidbits or tricks written in the textbook. Teach would be back soon, she just had to wait out the day.
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Mr Pank stopped his scribblings and turned to his desk. He took out his book and his mouth was moving but his words were so silent they were unheard. He removed a pen from a drawer in the desk and started writing something down in the attendance book. His pen pointed at Muri as he seemed to be talking still and then at the door. He seemed rather angry about the outbursts from her and wanted her to leave, so it seemed. It was very unclear and he seemed to not know how silently he was speaking.
Ryū watched carefully through the vent and her mask as her eyes locked on the target she wanted through the grate. She only shifted her vision down a bit as Mr Pank turned to write something and motion frantically. She supposed it might have been throwing her target out. She sent out silent signals to her insects, two cat sized Kidaichu at the back vent and two more at the vent she was currently at as the rest of the swarm followed her to a vent that connected to a hallway. She was careful not to step too heavily nor for her swarm to fly while in the vents to minimize the noise. She waited as she watched, hoping she would see her target in the hallway soon.
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The golden-eyed student looked up from her glances at the textbook when she saw the teacher motioning at her with his pen in her peripheral vision. Muri gave Mr. Pank a clearly confused look, first trying to listen to his words and when that proved impossible, she tried in vain to lip-read what he was saying. Hopefully, the cool cross-transforming teacher would come back, but if not it might serve her well being able to lip-read. Unfortunately, he was a bit too far away and it was hard-going. She caught at least the beginnings of her name. Her head tilted to the side as a puzzled crease grew between her brow. “Huh? I can’t hear ya, for what’s it’s worth, megaphone-teach! Can ya please speak up a tad? It really does my head in when ya whisper like that.” The scrawny man jabbed his pen first in her direction and then to the door. She caught on to his demand but merely grinned toothily, folding her arms back over her head to cradle her neck in a cocky and slightly arrogant expression. “Yeah, megaphone-teach I’ve got a pen already. What, ya want me to start taking more notes or something? If ya want something, just say it.” The girl leaned back in her chair slightly too far and it tilted uncomfortably back. With a startle, she grabbed the front of her desk and thrust all of her weight forward, just barely managing to keep from toppling over backwards. Muri grabbed the front of her shirt as her heart pounded at the near fall. She glanced back at Mr. Pank, a bit embarrassed that he had seen her blunder and curious about how he would respond to her near challenge.
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Mr Pank was infuriated by the response and tried hard to remain angry when the student nearly fell over. He then yelled as loud as he could possibly muster, “GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM NOW! YOU ARE EXPELLED!” His entire face turned red as he yelled and it seemed like he was making the room shake with the volume he could muster. There was even veins exposing on his forehead from the sheer anger and force.
Ryū remained silent and vigilant in the vent. She was caught off guard by the loud echoing sound of Mr Pank’s yelling and almost lost balance in the vent. She steadied herself then the sound of the elevator caught her ears, was this a late student? She moved swiftly into the parts of the vent that was closer to the elevator. She watched as a man came from it. He seemed to be having trouble walking but was wearing an ANBU outfit, a peculiar one with pink marking on the mask. He had a medical nin following him with a wheelchair insisting he sit. Ryū wasn’t able to see it herself, but he had wraps around his knees. She followed the wobbling man as he went towards the class room then stopped at her origenal vent point to watch for her target to come out of the door. He looked up at the vent and it was as if he could see her. She froze and stayed locked with what was most likely where his eyes were under that ANBU mask as she hoped he didn’t see her as a threat. He just kept staring despite the medical nin trying to unlock his gaze.
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Mr. Pank’s bellow resounded throughout the classroom, shaking the desks and tables with the force. Muri’s ballpoint pens all rolled away from the source of the noise as if in retreat and clattered against the floor of the classroom. The girl’s eyes widened and flashed with a smoldering, golden gaze as his words sunk in. She eased her chair backwards to give her more room to bend down and pick up the fallen pens and place them neatly back into her backpack. Her bangs fell across the front of her face, shadowing her expression, but anyone close enough would be able to see her hands tremble as they secured first her writing implements and then her textbook. “I see,” she responded in a flat, accent-less tone before standing back up and directing her gaze first at the class before focusing on Mr. Pank. “Alas, I have hoped to be a ninja my whole life, but if my hon-or-able teacher says nay, then it has all been for naught.” The girl lifted a leg and placed a sneaker-covered shoe on the surface of her desk with a firm clatter. “To return home empty-handed and empty-minded would be too shameful to bear!” At this, the girl clutched the front of her shirt dramatically, expression full of anguish. “I would rather die than shame my clan, and so….” Muri shouldered her bookbag and gave the class an expressionless look, drawing her leg back so she could regain her full height. “And so, I shall. With any luck, I shall see all of you wonderful people again in my next life. Short-stuff, take care. I wish I could have known you better. If we ever meet again, I hope to be reborn as someone even more amazing. Farewell! I shall see you this savo.” After her speech, Muri jumped out of the open window by her desk shouting, “DYNAMIC EXIT!”
As Muri jumped, she took a brief moment to reflect on all of the ways she messed up before promptly forming a few hand-signs and putting a bit more chakra than usual into the jutsu, transforming into a small but fiery little bird. Using the momentum of the fall, the bird continued the sharp dive downward, angling its wings to try and veer quickly off onto an adjacent side of the building and out of sight from the edge of the window so no one would see her transformation. <i>I’m shit at genjutsu, but if I ever get it down, I wonder if I could make an illusionary dead body on the ground below. Bet THAT’D freak ol’ Megaphone out. Ahahahah!</i> When she was on a different side of the building, Muri unfurled her wings, gaining lift and leveling out her altitude. Mr. Pank had mentioned that Mr. Haruno would be back later that afternoon, so she might as well get some REAL training done and practice some aerial maneuvers over at the park in the meantime. It would be good to practice against aerial opponents just in case. The fiery bird adjusted her flight to point in the direction of the village’s park.
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Mr Pank placed his hands onto his head as Muri jumped out of the window and didn’t know what to do. He then marked her as deceased in the attendance book. The door was opened by the ANBU outside that had heard her speech. He looked out the window and then to Mr Pank as his head tilted. He stepped in as best he could and looked at the chart to see what just happened then looked up at Mr Pank and said, “You don’t know a damned thing, do you?”
Mr Pank’s face returned red again and he was going to correct him but instead said, “THE STUDENT COMMITTED SUICIDE! SHE JUMPED OUT OF THE WINDOW OF A SIXTEENTH FLOOR OF A TWENTY STORY BUILDING. SHE IS DEAD.”
The ANBU removed his mask to show Mr Haruno’s face beneath and his pink hair coming out as he continued, “She is of a certain clan relative to the Uchiha. They-”
“SO?!” Mr Pank interrupted and continued, “UCHIHA CAN’T FLY AS FAR AS I HAVE SEEN!”
Mr Haruno smirked and said, “You really are an idiot. She’s not an Uchiha, she’s an off branch.”
“THEY CAN’T FLY,” Mr Pank argued.
Mr Haruno chuckled and said, “She can. She’s a Fenikkusu Clan.”
Mr Pank just gave him a confused look and started flipping through a book. Mr Haruno slammed his fist down onto the book, not harming it but breaking the desk beneath it.Ryū was glad when the man broke eyesight to go inside the door though she went to the inner vent to find her target was gone. She was pissed and her Kidaichu felt it. They decided to head out around the school again and resume devouring the noninnocent as her Kikaichu returned into her body. She felt a hand wrap around her neck and she gasped barely. She turned a bit and saw Orochimaru had caught up to her. He pulled her gently by her throat back down through the vents and out, not letting go until they were outside of the building. He looked at her as he said, “You almost revealed us.”
Ryū looked down and said, “I am sorry… I got sick of waiting…”
Orochimaru looked her over and noticed she had brought food with her, she’d been figuring out her body all this time. He started running to head back, Ryū looking down as she followed and ran swiftly behind him, knowing that he was most likely going to train her hard for this insolence. -
A warm thermal spiraling over the ramen shop filled the small fiery bird with delight as the flight to the park became even easier with the additional lift. Muri soared over towards the empty-training ground area in Konoha to practice her abilities since Mr. Pank’s instructions hadn’t proved helpful. The grassy field had one or two sparse trees and wooden posts stuck in the ground for taijutsu practice. There was more than enough room for the more experienced ninjas training nearby. With a graceful dip, the recently expelled student gripped the top of the training post with her claws and perched as she thought up a good training plan for the next hour. She folded wings comprised entirely of roiling flames carefully to avoid catching the whole post on fire. As it was, her talons began to char the wood with small, dark marks. Since it was a beautiful day with a slight breeze Muri ultimately decided to practice her flying and aerial attacks. The bird-shaped flames took off, reaching a fairly high altitude before plummeting down at the training-post, talons outstretched. The sharp talons sunk into the wood, making small puncture marks and trapping the fiery bird. With an angry hiss, Muri flapped her wings vigorously and carefully extricated her talons before trying the maneuver again.
This time, as Muri dove at a high speed towards the training-post she made sure to follow the attack with a quick shifting of her wing-angle and some powerful flaps to merely deal slashing attacks across the flat top of the post and continue her flight pattern instead of getting stuck. Three parallel but fairly deep grooves engraved into the charred wood appeared, prompting Muri to let out a cheerful hum of satisfaction as she climbed higher into the sky and wheeled around to practice the attack again. After ten consecutively successful uses of that attack, Muri attempted the piercing dive again. It took more energy than the simple gravity-assisted dive to hover in front of the post, dart in for a quick, kicking jab with her talons before propelling herself backwards and hovering again but after several moments of trial-and-error, she finally had it down. At this point, the exterior of the post was turning a dark charcoal color and beginning to smolder.
She then switched to practicing the attack she had used the other day, flying quickly and brushing the target with some of her bodily flames. She skimmed the post with the bare touch of the tips of the frolicking tongues of fire making up her wing-feathers and circled around, watching as the post began to smoke and produce glowing embers in the struck area. Despite her best attempts to avoid igniting the post before she was finished, the wood was beginning to be in danger of potentially setting the whole field ablaze. Also, she was starting to get hungry from having only eaten a single roll of stale bread. She decided on one last training exercise before she would head back to the school in hopes of obtaining a lunch somehow. Rising back up into the sky, Muri dove straight towards the remains of the wooden-post with as much speed as she could muster before tilting slightly to circle around the cylindrical target with her wings folded. She was trying to see how fast and how tight of a turn she could make around the object without accidentally setting it on fire or crashing into it. The bird made ten tight circles around the target, once brushing it accidentally with her wings and creating more smoldering embers before learning how to tighten the turn even more with a roll instead of re-angling her wings.
At this discovery, Muri declared her private study session a success and decided to check up on the school. Muri gave an exhilarated whoop of happiness and accomplishment as she pulled an Immmelman turn to redirect herself in the opposite direction. A few wing-beats later, and the student was close to the school. She carefully darted around the sixteenth floor window and peeked in as she flew by to check whether Mr. Pank was still in the classroom or whether Mr. Haruno had shown up yet and to access whether the students looked as though they had lunch yet while trying to draw as little attention as a small flaming bird could draw.
