Naruto: The Great Shinobi War

Honoka rolled her eyes lazily, this was indeed going to be fun. "Hey little Jiro, wait up for me." she said. She turned around and darted after Jiro.

 

"I'm right here Tobirama-Kun.", the Senju chieftain said cheerfully. Hashirama turned his attention to the Daimyo. As he looked at the man's face, he immediately understood that failure was not an option. The death of a Feudal Lord as a direct result of neglect on behalf of the Senju Clan was a shame he couldn't bear. After gathering his thoughts, he looked to his brother as explained his new plan. "As I have already told Shige and Hazukashi, we're dealing with that genius Uchiha kid the other clans have been whispering about. I know that when you by my side we cannot fail! Anyway, Hazukashi and Shige are taking point out side. Shige will use his bugs to send us a signal if they show up. I have a shadow clone in the main hall and I have devised a way to lure the enemy in to a trap. Wood Release: Transformation!"

The Daimyo watched in awe as he witnessed the Senju Chieftain transform into an exact replica of himself. "I have to say Hashirama-Dono, you certainly live up to reputation. I am confidant that I made the right decision in hiring you."

"Thank you Daimyo-Heika. I am honored by your words of kindness. Now if you would be kind enough to sit with me in me in meditation, my brother and shadow clone will await our guests." With the plan in motion Hashirama sat down and suddenly had a puzzling thought. "What happened to that boy's eyes? I hear they were removed from his body. Tell me, what did he see or do that warranted that kind of punishment? This act of cruelty is most unlike you, Daimyo-Heika. You should have returned the boy's body to his clan or at the very least give him a proper burial."

The Daimyo's face showed anxiety and fear. He contemplated telling Hashirama the truth but fear of abandonment filled his thoughts and he turned a furtive glare toward Hashirama. "I don't recall you being in any position to interrogate me! I am paying you to protect me from the Uchiha, NOT TO BE SNOOPING IN THE AFFAIRS OF THAT WHICH DOES NOT CONCERN YOU!!! Stay focused on the matter at hand, young man." Regaining his composure, the Daimyo sat down and began to meditate.

Hearing this, Hashirama knew that the fate of those eyes would have a crucial effect on this mission. He realized that he would have to find out what happened to those eyes one way or another. "Forgive me, My Lord. But I will have you tell me where those eyes are. My brother and comrades are quite dear to me and I wish to help them make this mission as safe as possible. The Sharingan is a prized Dojutsu that any clan would love to get their hands on. Some would pay very large sums of money to purchase and study or implant. The Uchiha know this and I'm almost positive that they have come to this same conclusion about the eyes in question. That is why I must have those eyes. If I return them, it may calm their fury. Though the Uchiha are a proud clan indeed. Wood Release: Four Pillars Prison Technique! The two now stood in complete darkness within the structure. "Now that we are alone, how about telling me where those eyes are?" Hashirama did not enjoy treating the Daimyo this way but he felt that it was for the better.

"All right. ALL RIGHT! I know exactly how valuable Sharingan eyes are. They are worth 10,000 times their weight in gold. But since I wish to live I'll tell you where they are. They are right here." The Daimyo pulled from his robe a candle and lighter. After lighting the candle to allow them some sight, he withdrew a jar from a hidden pocket in his Kimono. "Perfectly preserved by medicine from the Red Sand nomads. These blasted eyes are far too dangerous for their worth. Here! Take them and do what you must. Just spare me from the wrath of the Uchiha."

With that done, the two sat and waited. Both hoping for a quick end to this conflict.

 

Hazukashi remained in the tree, on lookout. He noticed a small movement in a hole in the trunk of the tree. Eyes flashing the pale blue colour of the Hyuugas, he deftly threw a kunai into the middle of the tree. A squeak of pain emanated from the hole, so he reached in and extracted a terrified squirrel with a bloody tail. Smiling, he held it on its back on the firm branch he was lying on, arms wrapped around the tree backwards. He heard two small cracks of the bones breaking. He pulled out some thumb-tacks he kept for such an occasion, and agonisingly pushed them into the squirrel's feet and paws, trapping it to the trunk. Choosing his smallest knife, he started on the belly, cutting lightly into it. He had to be careful not to cut too deeply and pierce the stomach, lest he kill the creature before he was done with it. Carefully, he started peeling off the skin with the knife, flaying the creature alive. It was a favourite pass-time of his. Like a normal person might play solitaire, he skinned living animals. The goal was to get as much of the skin off before it died of fright or blood loss, meaning he had to work quickly, but slowly enough that the pain was evident. Smirking as he finished the belly, he moved onto the legs, fuelled by the squirrel's pitiful cries. As he was about to remove the left thigh, it let out one final squeal of terror and died. He cursed as he noticed the now-bare torso drip a large quantity of blood from the heart. Disgusted, he pulled out his chopping knife and cleaved the creature apart with a angry blow, spraying squirrel innards everywhere. Bored of his game, he dropped out of the tree, wiped himself of the majority of guts and set about finding out what was happening. He figured the best thing would be to go inside and get a briefing for what he should be doing. In a flash of Ninjaport, he was at the large doors of the palace, and pushed them open.


What does he see?

 

Hashirama looked to his brother and saw a that his face was filled with concern. "I never said anything about preventing a fight. Just making it easier. Then again, you have always had a sixth sense about these things. Alright brother. We fight! With these clones in effect, we should have a decent advantage. I'll remain disguised as the Daimyo and stay close enough to him to guard against any attacks. If it comes down to it. We will use the Infinite Darkness Jutsu to escape with the Daimyo."

(Meanwhile, back at the front gate)

Shige arrived at the front gate to find it open. He instantaneously went into a state of battle readiness. Sensing bloodlust he prepared his insects for attack untill he noticed that it was only Hazukashi. "We have orders. You and I are to keep point out here and wait for the Uchiha to arrive. I'll send a signal to Hashirama-Sama when they get here."

 

Madara was atop the palace wall, sure enough his fear was justified. There were numerous Shinobi in a defensive stance. This could only bode bad for the mission. And worse yet, his comrades were running late.

Jiro was filled with excitement on his first test of his strenght! Perhaps this would finally be the mission he unlocked his Sharingan on! His mission was to charge the palace head on, and it wasn't like there was danger, Madara had only warned him of possible Shinobi defenders. Additionally he had a Chuunin along side him, fully capable of finishing the mission herself, this would be a snap. However, his eagerness was quickly derailed when he felt a metal twine wrap tighly around his legs. Using an evasive manuever, he dodged the explosives that were triggered. He quickly new, this wouldn't be easy. The guards were anticipating an attack. He continued walking, this time with a little more caution. However, Madara's warning suddenly became true, when he saw a tell tale sign that a shinobi was nearby. He saw a dead squirrel which looked like it fell out of a nearby tree, impaled with a Kunai. He gulped, and continued his approach towards the palace.

Upon hearing the explotion off in the distance, Madara wondered if his comrades were alive still. He decided that in order for thier deaths not to be in vain, he must exploit their deaths, and began moving seeking an alternate entrance towards the Damyos quarters. Aha! A window! He moved towards the window with a speed of a Jonin, and he was in before anyone could notice.

 

Hazukashi nodded tritely, kicked the gate shut and ninjaported back to the tree. He wished someone would tell the Uchiha to hurry up. It was one thing to threaten the townsfolk, and another to keep a member of the Hyuuga clan waiting. He considered the battle ahead. At best, a battlehardened warrior would be captured. He wanted to try his hand at breaking one of them.

 

Well... here goes nothing. Honoka thought. She put more power into her sprint and made her way to the front gate. She had two kunais out, anticipating the oncoming battles she was about to enter. The adrenaline already started to kick in and a playful smile spread across her face.

 

Hazukashi looked down from his tree, and wanted to spit in disgust. That boy saw the squirrel didn't he? So why the hell was Hazukashi still alive? Any proper ninja should have thought to check the tree. Hazukashi decided to teach him a lesson. Dropping down from the tree, he walked through the gate in plain view. Grinning, he took out eight kunai, four in each hand, and flung them at Jiro. Following them, he whipped out his cleavers and ran towards the boy, intending to end the fight with a brutal uppercut. Hazukashi didn't feel any remorse for trying to kill the boy outright and untortured; he probably would have lasted for a shorter time than the squirrel.

 

Upon hearing the explosions, Shige knew the time for waiting was over. He looked over to the tree Hazukashi was in and said, "Well I guess I won't be needing to send a signal. Sure hope that Byakugan comes in handy." A great battle was at hand between the infamous Uchiha Clan, and their bitter rivals, The Sunju Clan. And they weren't alone any longer. They had a Hyuuga and Aburame fighting along side them. Good men willing to put their lives on the line. Yes! A fine battle indeed was in the making. Shige looked at the kid walking headlong toward the main gate. "You must be lost kid. This palace doesn't have a playground. Secret Technique: Insect Sphere!" Shige streched his arms outward releasing a massive amount of insects which formed a cloud-like swarm and headed for the young boy.

(Meanwhile...In the Daimyo's chambers)

Hashirama sat in wait with the Daimyo as he heard the blast in the distance. He was hoping his brother would be alright and was eager to step in the frey with him. "Where is he!? I sense a cold chakra filled with bloodlust." He thought to himself as he sat patiently. Hashirama then whispered to the Daimyo. "Our guest has arrived, Daimyo-Heinka. I shall give him a proper greeting on your behalf." Hashirama's shadow clone peered around and spoke. "I know you are here. That chakra carries with it a dark essence. One of a shinobi worthy of the name Uchiha. I know what it is you seek. I have the boy's eyes. I have fought with your kin and know the might of your clan. I doubt this will stay your blade, but take the eyes back anyway."

 

Jiro saw himself being approached by a man wearing dark sunglasses at night, and around him was the ominous hum of bugs. At the same time however, he heard the sound of Kunai cutting air. He turned around towards his back and and saw a flurry of blades comming towards him. He managed to evade several, however one hit his leg and the other hit his arm. Immediately, he felt a massive burning in the general area. Much more than that of a regular wound. Poison! Jiro immediately recognized. He wasn't sure if it was going to be fatal, or just deabilitating. Either way, he knew he wasn't going to last too long in the fight.

He wasn't sure if his reaction was a reflex, or a panic, placing his hands together to make a sign. Snake, Ram, Boar, Horse, Tiger. "FIRE RELEASE! Fireball Jutsu!" It was aimed in the general direction of the blade wielder. And for whatever reason, he felt fatigued using that move. He hoped that he would be saved soon, as he believed either one of these opponents outmatched him.

Madara immediately recognized a forein presense in the room. And hearing what he had to say, he replied. "Our mission is not the boys eyes." He grasped ahold of his chained scythe, and hurled it towards the figure.

 

With the poison leaving the young Uchiha disabled, Shige's insects surrounded the child and immediately began to devour his chakra. He contemplated killing him but saw no honor in doing so. He decided to leave the kid to the poison and move on to his new threat. His insects detected an Uchiha kunoichi approaching fast. "Hazukashi-San. Leave the boy... He's as good as dead. We have a more urgent matter to deal with. The boy has a female companion. My insects have detected her nearby. We don't have time for this sick game you play. Let the poison run it's course. He's little threat to us now that my insects have robbed him of most of his chakra."

(Back to Hashirama)

Hashirama was glad he took his brother's word and prepared ahead. "Earth Release: Mud Style Wall! You must be Uchiha Madara. I am Senju Hashirama, Chieftain of the Senju Clan of the Forest. I've heard many things about you. Rumor has it you took out two cells(four person squad) from the Kaguya clan. They said one of them even had the Shikotsumyaku ability. It is too bad your legacy ends here. PREPARE YOURSELF!" Quickly making the sign of the rooster Hashirama made his counter attack. "Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet! Don't think you can fool me with Genjutsu. I did not survive your brethren by sheer luck."

 

ooc: hey guys, I'm gonna be inactive for a few days, I've got next to no internet, I'll probably be back on Wednesday.

bic: Honoka looked at the distance between the blade-wielding man and Jiro, within a few moments she made a few calculations and decided to jump in between them. It was an idiotic thing to do but Honoka felt that it had to be done. She sprinted into the space between the man and Jiro and faced her body towards the man. As quickly as she could, Honoka drew out a small but sturdy katana blade and used it to try and deflect the blade.

 

Hazukashi heard his superior's command just as Jiro unleashed a fireball at him. Distracted, he took the blow head on, singeing his body. He then felt his arms jar heavily from metal on metal. Confused, he jumped back, burnt and aching. Grimacing, he gritted his teeth, veins bulging at the side of his head, showing the use of the byakugan. He sheathed his weapons and swiftly assessed the situation. The boy was no threat, poisoned and sapped of chakra. The woman was still dangerous, still standing after enduring both the fireball and his powerful swing, however she was weakened from the punishment, and panting heavily. Hazukashi realised he was in much the same state. But he had one thing she didn't have: He was a Hyuuga, the superior family! He was better than scum like her! Roaring, he charged forward, smacking her in the stomach with a gentle fist, winding her and causing a bit of blood to spatter out of her mouth onto his shoulder. Taking advantage of her pain, he unsheathed his cleavers and delivered a ferocious two-handed strike to the side of her red-haired head with the back of his weapons. She crumpled to the ground, and he kicked her over into a side bush. Turning to her unconscious body, he smirked and said "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll come and collect you later."

As soon as the words left his lips, he fell onto his knees, exhausted. His vision blurred as his actions took their toll on his body, his lungs gasping for air. Disgusted with himself, he felt his byakugan recede, unable to maintain it.

OoC: Sorry for godmodding, I was removing Honoka from the fight in a non-obtrusive way. Presumably she'll wake up in the bush with a headache when you return.

 

Jiro felt is body get weaker, and weaker, until finally he collapsed. Between the intense pain of the poison, and the chakra being sapped quickly, he soon found himself unable to move, perhaps it was a waste of Chakra to use the Fire Jutsu. His vision blurred, and blurred, until finally he saw dark. I'm sorry... Madara sensei...

Madara Uchiha was impressed by the level of his oppoent's Jutsu, and promptly added the first move to his list of techniques. However, he wasn't going to lose at this level. Dodging the water dragon bullet wasn't easy, and if not for his Sharingan, he would have been finished. Flipping forward closer to his opponent, he drew forth his War Fan. "Wind Release: Air Bullet!" It was a super jutsu amounst Wind releases. And it took quite a bit of chakra to muster that level, however, combining the actual Jutsu with the fan as a medium to generate the neccisary wind, made the move a lot less taxing on him. Upon landing, he drew forth his Katana, and charged forth. Any attempt to evade Air Bullet would be predicted with his Sharingan, and countered accordingly.

 

Clan: Bunraku
Name: Penoa Bunraku
Rank: chunin
appearance: wears tan pants, wears chain mail and an unzipped black jacket normally with the hood up and there is red crecent moon painted below his eyes, and shaggy brown goldish hair and jade green eyes, he wears an headband that has the wind symbol on it, on Penoa's left shoulder blade there is an red scorpian tatoo
age: 21
Profile, personality.

Born in an small village that always seemed the wind was blowing and filled with sand. His family often cut down trees to sell but they hardly got any money. It was always like that the newly established capital of the new settled land was poor but the little village Penoa grew up in was dirt poor. While all of the other new lands had plunty of money while the land he served got nothing so Penoa could see why his fellow desert habitents had an grudge against the other lands.He attended an ninja academy there he passed with no problem but his family was really poor. Penoa was sick of living in poverty so he simply left the village taking an good amount of logs with him. On his travels he been in a little group of ninja rouges that worked for people it did not matter if it was for an evil cause it was work. As the missions got done he got reputation even if most of it made Penoa sound like an heartless person. He had an dream to make an new technic style one that would be usefull to him. As the years went by the technic slowly developed surprissing Penoa became known as The Puppet Ninja. The village people did not know why Penoa carried an puppet with him cause they never seen an ninja use an tool like that. After an 3 years of doing the final touches on the technic but still not perfect he just continued doing his normal set of jutsu hardly using the puppet. Although the puppeter already named the developing techic the puppet master technic. Unfortionatly a few months ago an disease effected him making his muscles weak so he had to depend on the puppet.Recently he got assigned an body guard assignment by the senju clan. Also it is said that Penoa made an adjustment to his body but he keeps that as an secret until he is in great danger in battle.

Penoa is known to be lazier then most ninjas and really easy going while being succesful on missions. His patience is very long so he would just rest against an tree and watch his opponet die. But sometimes he saves an enemy although that is an very rare occasion. The reason is Penoa believes everyone should experiance thier unique ability before they die so they can move on to the after life peacefully.Also an little problem he has is the puppeter always moves his fingers. Also Penoa knows an good amount about poisons and weapon design.

Affinity: none
Kekkie Genkai: chakra mold- this helps ninja shape their chakra into an solid form. its normal for ninjas to be able to do that but with this it will be alot easier and succesfull. With that Penoa was the first person to be able to turn his chakra into strings.

Ninjutsu: 5
Taijutsu: 4
Genjutsu:1
Strenth: 1
Speed: 5
Stamina: 3
Handsign:1

puppet- the puppet is named Despair the puppet looks like an regular humen just made out of wood. The hair is long and black covering the puppets eyes wearing an black cloak with an big straw hat that covers most of its head. The puppet is equiped with two silver hook swords it holds and the hands are mostly of the time unseen because the cloak sleeves are longer then the puppet's arms. Also the ammunition is sharp needles it shoots out from its mouth and it blows out poison fog.

 

OOC: Daxma, first of all, Tobirama isn't faster and stronger that Madara. Check the stats again. Also, even if he was faster, it'd still be difficult to outmanuever him due to the Sharingan.

Madara witnessed two new moves and added them to his "portfolio."

He leaped back with a jerk and evaded the first attack. And was hit by the second, but the majority of the electricity was blocked by his Katana, stinging his hands and and deflecting the majority of his blast. He sheathed his Katana. Whith his newly freed hands he then grabbed ahold of his chain which was still attacked to the scythe. With a mighty tug, he swung it, along with a large portion of the Mud Wall, which grew around the scythe to stop it, towards the two Shinobi who stood in his way. Whith his other hand he reached for his fan, "Wind Rock Barrage Jutsu!" The bolder attacked to the scythe shattered into smaller rocks as it clashed into the gust of wind. Creating a shotgun effect mixed with bolders and wind. This Jutsu was specifically selected because it nullifies the combination Jutsu Tobirama just utilized.

OOC: Dexnail, who is your OC claiming loyalty for?

 

The senji clan sorry if that was not on the oc sheet

 

Penoa was walking with the two other guards that held the box that had the boy's eyes. With an yawn he continued taking his non hurry strides. The puppeter carried an scroll that had his puppet in it thanks to the muscle loss he suffered he could not carry it like he use to. "another day at work" Penoa simply said emotionaless as he fallowed his orders.

 

Hazukashi knelt there for some time, regaining his breath. Finally he stood up, his large frame somewhat charred, but otherwise in good condition. It seemed the biggest thing that harmed him was his own actions and the way he pushed his body when it needed to recover. However all was fine now. He swept his gaze around the courtyard, examining the scene. The woman was in the bushes, unconscious, while the boy was on the ground, bugs still crawling over his body, searching for more chakra. Hazukashi grinned, thoughts for what was ahead coming into his perverse mind. He wanted to get started on the boy right away. He longed to hear the child scream for mercy, denounce his own clan, even beg for death. He would start with his eyes. He wouldn't remove them, but he would damage them beyond repair. He considered what sort of acid would be best to impair any detailed vision, but leave enough behind for the boy to be able to discern shapes. Next he would go for the tendons and muscles in Jiro's arms. Without any strength in their arms, Ninja were useless. He would repeat the same process with the legs, crippling the boy. Only then would he start the true torture. The slicing of tender spots, the implanting of maggots, the sewing up of the spots again. The flaying of limbs to the bone, then the eventual cracking of those bones. The slow winding of the vice grip on a kneecap, counting the seconds until the bone either popped or crunched. Hazukashi savoured it all, and only once all of it was done would he allow the boy to die, buried alive upside down. Hazukashi shivered with the thought of all that was to come.

He realised with a start that there was still a mission going on, and that he should go and help his superior. Unable to resist the urge, he compromised. Pinning the unconscious boy down with a knee on his back, he removed his sharp surgical blade from its smooth leather sleeve. Smirking, he raised the boy's hand and applying pressure, sliced through his index finger and his thumb. Blood spurted out from the wound, so he quickly spat on the stubs and ground dirt into them, making a muddy paste coating. He noticed the earth turning a dark red colour, so he ripped the boy's shirt and tied a rag over it to stem the bleeding. Before turning away, he flicked the two digits into his mouth and chewed down on them with his powerful jaws. He heard the bones crack satisfactorily, so he spat them out and ground them into the dirt with his heel, ruining them for reattaching. Pleased with his work, he re-sheathed his still-bloody blade and ran into the main palace room to see the two leaders of the mission fighting furiously, engaged in a war of complex element jutsu. He decided that their combat level was way out of his league, so he stepped out again and jumped up to an open window around the back, standing guard so no one else entered that way.

 

Honoka groaned at the pain from the powerful blows that she received. She dared not scream as it went against all that she had taught herself. It was showing the enemy that she was weak and she definitely did not want this man to think that. "Man that hurt." Honoka chuckled, trying to hide how much she was really hurting. She started to feel light-headed from the blood loss but she managed to keep herself from being disorientated. She cracked her neck and slowly crawled across the ground towards Jiro, who in her opinion, looked like shit at the moment. If only she knew some helpful healing jutsus. She pressed her hand against Jiro's arm and tugged it slightly."Jiro, if you are still conscious in any way, please tell me."