Fandom Naruto Au Chronicles (Long Term RP Group)

[Brea The Brave]

Welcome to the Naruto AU chronicles. Here you can freely play out side-stories and interact with one another, just doing slice of life, stuff, training/sparring or going on adventures. Here you can build up relationships and character dynamics with people in an out of your squad.

Please be sure to head your posts properly as in this thread you can make flashback posts, special events like cultural festivals and it would make it easier on everyone to know what's going on before interacting with you. Enjoy yourselves and have fun.

 

[Beski]

Evening of Ninja Academy Graduation - Flashback One Day Before the Beginning of the Official Thread.​

*Klink klink klink klink*





The shuffling of shinobi sandals were muffled by the alleyway path taken by Konoha’s resident monkey ninja. The Chunin exams stadium wasn’t far now... in fact, he was just outside. All that remained was scaling the walls. Takahiro checked the bag at his waist, making sure all of his spray cans were accounted for. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Black, White, Gray... oh yes, it was all coming together. Taka found himself a tree to cover himself, making sure there were no witnesses. Taka adjusted his shiny new headband out of the way, making sure it was in no way going to get graffiti'd. Reaching around his neck, the young Sarutobi pulled up the dust mask to cover his nose and mouth. He’d inhaled paint fumes one too many times, but had learned his lesson by now.





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“Shit, someone’s coming.” Taka whispered, hearing footsteps approaching the outside of the stadium. He peaked around the corner to see a familiar blond-headed face. Looking to the ground, Taka picked up a smooth round stone. Biding his time, he waited for the boy to be most open, aimed, and tossed it at Eiichi’s feet, attempting to lure him to the tree.

( Interacting with The Regal Rper )

 

[The Regal Rper]

The footsteps stopped. Eiichi didn't even think about it at this point. It was reflexive, second nature. He could detect a presence. One he was not entirely familiar with but one he would now familiarize himself with. It would be cheating to use his eyes. Uncle Ryo had said it wouldn't help him to become reliant on his eyes to extend his senses, and rather follow his father's footsteps. Train his senses then his eyes.

It was good he was doing both. Sensing Taka's presence and now knowing his location to be somewhere in that tree Eiichi looked at the pebble with confusion then looked around, unsure of what to do. "Odd" he hummed curiously before walking towards the tree-however just before he got too close- he stopped at enough a distance his intruder would have to keep at him to get him.

Guess I'll just have to ambush you if you think you can get the hit on me. Smiling to himself he whistled a simple tune and took a knee. Eiichi pulled off the bag he'd been wearing and then- also began pulling out spray cans. Paint of all kinds and even a whitening to clear mistakes. Whoever intended on stopping him was in for a bad time...unless of course it was the Uchiha again

 

[The Good Doctor]

Post Academy Graduation Interaction​

Brock put down the pencil that he was using and offered a weak smile at his latest creation. It was a beautiful drawing of himself when he was older with a fist plunging straight through a centipedal Yokai. This version of Brock still had hair of brownish silver color and a green aesthetic to the clothing that he did wear. His well-muscled torso had no clothing on it since he firmly believed that he moved better without it and it didn’t hurt to catch the eyes of a few kunoichi every now and again. The young man leaned back in what he liked to call a bed and stared out of the shack window. He found himself in the space again where he couldn’t sleep and would much prefer to be training or getting a drink. What the hell not? Brock jumped out of his bed and put on his regular uniform before making his way towards one of the more unconventional training grounds. The training ground he was going to was one of the more discreet ones that he knew that was sort of passed down from generation of Konohagakure ninja to generation. It was a secluded part of the forest that had ninja weapons and wide areas to practice any technique you could think of.

As soon as he reached the training ground, Brock began practicing his implications of strong fist on the surrounding terrain. The enhanced physical ability given to him by the Suchuribodi, the Kekkei Genkai of his clan, made him a perfect user of the strong fist jutsu. Where a regular ninja would leave markings on a tree when they striked it, Brock’s flurry of blows broke it in two. Stones were a little tougher to brute force your way through but the genin had worked his way so that it would only take him two axe kicks to break a large stone. His training never stopped and there was always things he could work on.

With a deep breath, the genin ran towards one of the boulders he had set up and jumped into the air. Using the momentum from his front flip, he brought his foot down on top of the large boulder. A sickening thud ensued, and the boulder shattered into several smaller pieces. This brought a smile to Brock’s face as he looked upon his work. He had tried this on about twenty other boulders beforehand and this was the first one he had shattered in one hit. Brute force wasn’t always the solution but when it was, the result was oh so satisfying! Brock wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down next to a tree before pulling out his drawing utensils. He was suddenly feeling inspired to draw more art of other taijutsu feats and he was putting all of his effort into it. If anyone where to come into the clearing, they would meet him scribbling in the book with a pencil in his hand, completely unaware of his surroundings.

Interactions: Anthropoltergeist

 

[Anthropoltergeist]

Post Academy Graduation Interaction​

Deki fell back into her bed with a sigh, eyes stinging as she stared at the ceiling. She had lost track of time hanging out with her squad after their mission today. It put her behind enough for Pops to get impatient and walk home from the family smithy without her. He'd had bouts of confusion before but this was the worst one to date. Her father must have been wandering the streets for about half an hour before they found him. He'd taken the route home countless times; he had never forgotten something this big before. Her mother's recent fanaticism about the family adhering to a schedule suddenly made sense.

She didn't need to lay into me like that- I know I fucked up..... But I wouldn't have done it if I knew how bad it was! She groaned into her pillow, his disoriented expression emblazoned on the back of her eyelids. It was terrifying, seeing Daichi Hyuuga so vulnerable. Her father is strong. He's capable, and intelligent. Nothing like that man standing aimlessly in a back alley. She saw her own fear reflected in her mother's eyes; behind the initial panic and hint of accusation, of course.
She lightly slapped her cheeks with both hands. Okay. I need to clear my head. She checked her training bag for its regular supplies and exited her bedroom through the window. Her destination was a sequestered training ground in the forest. It was a generational pseudo-secret with well used targets, a sand pit, and training dummies. Her bag jingled softly with the sharpened ninja tools she and her mother had refurbished. Being in on this little village secret brought a smile to her face.

The crack of stone cut through the chips and hoots of nocturnal creatures. Deki activated her Byakugan to see Brock Kirishima admiring the boulder he had seemingly just smashed into pieces. She should have guessed he had been the one abusing the landscape. She neared the clearing, calling out to identify herself as friendly.
"Brock Kirishima, right?" He was sketching in a pad now, seemingly oblivious to her approach. "Are you looking for a sparring partner? Maybe you should give those boulders a break," she finished with an awkward grin. Brock was in the same graduating academy class- a quiet guy with excellent taijutsu skills. This wasn't their first meeting per se, but she was a bit nervous anyway. Hopefully he didn't hate puns.

Interactions: The Good Doctor

 

[The Good Doctor]

These sketches would be apart of a four page piece where Borck envisioned the older version himself staring down a large earth golem before breaking it into millions of pieces with pure taijutsu and raw strength. He had just gotten started on the outline for the first drawing when he heard a voice call out to him. He was caught completely off guard and freaked out a little bit. The motion left his pencil sticking out of his hair as he assumed some form of combat stance to defend himself if need be. Off course there were horror stories of yokai coming after teens at night but they wouldn't have gotten past the village guards would they? In any event, he would not let himself become the realization of some children's horror story.

The silver gray hair that met his gaze almost sparked a bit of hope in him that someone from his clan would scold him from for being out this late and tell him to go home but off course, this wasn't the case. The girl looked like she belonged to his clan but the milky white eyes that could pierce through your soul betrayed that fact. The Kirishima's bore no ill will to the Hyuga's and even thought of them as great rivals! Off course, one of the greatest tactics granted to them by the Byakugan and of the development of the gentle fist technique had no affect on the Kirishima's because they couldn't perform ninjutsu anyway but it was still something that posed a great opposition to the strong fist technique. He had always wanted to test himself against a proficient member of the gentle fist to see where he stacked up against one of his clan's rivals.

"I would assume that it will be purely taijutsu based or would I be mistaken?" Brock took the pencil out of his hair and relaxed a little as he fixed his drawing utensils into his backpack once again. He had succeeded in looking the fool before this girl and if it was a yokai or some nefarious ninja, he would have been caught off guard. It was no use beating himself up now, he thought, since the situation had already passed. He would just have to remember things like this the next time he decided to have a midnight stroll.

 

[Anthropoltergeist]

Deki watched young giant start at her voice. He must have been pretty focused on whatever that is. He didn't even register the pun. She eyed the notebook curiously before placing the sharpened kunai and shuriken by the weathered target log. He seemed almost disappointed to see her as he put his drawing tools away. That was one of the emotions she was trying to avoid at the moment. The awkward grin fell from her face.

"Yes, that's what I'm hoping for," she replied to his proposition for a taijutsu sparing match. She watched him stand to his full height. He stood about a full foot taller and had at least 50lbs on her. She started stretching as she eyed the thirteen year old boy with a body of a grown ass man. His reach was monstrous and he would hit hard. She smiled grimly. She would have to spend most of the fight outside his range until she was ready to strike.

"We spar until someone yields or can't continue," she clarified, lunging left then right to loosen up her legs. When it was time to move in she would stay close enough to keep him from extending his punches. She finished by stretching her arms above her head and rolling her wrists. That's the plan anyway. I'll see if it holds up when I'm getting punched in the face. She moved to the middle of the clearing bouncing lightly on her toes. She frowned, then switched to a deeper stance. Gentle Fist for this. Definitely Gentle Fist. She couldn't get by without the family fighting-style, unfortunately. She faintly remembered talk of a rivalry between their clans. Really, it just seemed like their styles were opposites. His people broke bones. Her people ruptured organs. Judging from his lack of insignia or clan colors, he didn't seem too fanatic about his clan. That was something they had in common.

She focused in on his chakra network. His chakra flow was healthier than what she had been lead to believe about the Kirishima. It wouldn't matter tonight, but she could see he had some ninjutsu capability. She positioned herself just out of his range, weight equally distributed between her either leg. She extended an open palm towards her opponent and held the other in a guard. "Ready when you are." she said, waiting for him to make the first move.

Interactions: The Good Doctor

 

[The Good Doctor]

With a simple nod, Brock took off the black coat that he wore and hung it proudly on a tree. Under his coat was a plan black tank top that served to let his well toned forearms breathe and show off the black bracelets that were around his wrists. There were similiar sets of these bracelets around his ankles and they all served as training weights. Wearing them gave him a boost in defense and would train him even when he was just plainly walking around. When he took them off he would truly become a monster at hand to hand combat but there was no need for that just yet. The awkward smile her face displayed meant one of a few things. Either she was enjoying what she looked at, she realized how much this was going to hurt or she was just as bad at social interactions as he was. Whatever the case may be, he needed to do a few stretches before they started.

Getting into a squatting position, he leaned to the right for a moment and then to the left, breathing evenly the whole time. His opponent was much smaller than him and he was sure that in the right circumstance, he might be able to pass as an older brother or maybe even her father save for the eyes. Why people expected males to go easy on females in terms of taijutsu was always a mystery to Brock. The kunoichi of his clan and countless others where well able to demolish their male counterparts in a fair fight. It was like treating women like they were unequal to men, which is not the case. Brock's clan always stood by an acronym EOAW, something they had coined themselves. It taught that if you were willing to learn a skill that a competition could arise from, you were signing up to get your ass whooped by someone who was better at it than you. While he had no intention of breaking bones for the fun of it, he would happily do so to prove his skills.

In full agreement with her terms, the young man took up the stance that was oh so familiar to him. He parted his legs a little and placed one arm behind his back and set the other at forty-five degrees before him. He trusted her to uphold the initial rules of pure taijutsu and stared deeply into her eyes with his unchanging look of stone. Perfecting his axe kick earlier only increased his confidence as he spurred forward towards his opponent. He needed to close the gap if it all possible so that he could deliver some punishment.

When he got in range, his left fist surged forward only to stop mid-swing as his right fist aimed for her abdominal area. It was a classic fake-out. The user would bait a reaction with one attack only to stop mid-way and do something else. It was a test of reaction speed and to see if she was ready for what she was getting herself into.

 

[Anthropoltergeist]

She met his unflinching gaze with her own, readying for the oncoming attack. She didn't expect to out taijutsu this boy. To her understanding, taijutsu was pretty much his thing. The attempt to keep up would be a welcomed distraction. A painful one, but a welcomed one nonetheless. If she was being honest with herself, part of her wanted black eye. She took a deep breath and refocused. If she couldn't be present in the moment she'd leave the training ground with worse than a black eye.

He closed the distance faster than his size would suggest. Her first instinct was to backpedal but she stood her ground, choosing to block rather than evade. A left. She flicked right arm, palm extended, to redirect the strike. Years of Hyuuga training had pounding into her that protecting the torso was most important. A feint? She sheered her forearms against each other, shifting her hips for added power. She pushed against the inside of his wrist, redirecting the strike to the outside of her body. Not fast enough. The blunt impact glanced against her bicep in a blast of pain. The girl maintained balance by widening her stance. She flexed the muscle and grit her teeth. The blow confirmed her suspicions- he did hit hard. She kept her face placid and pushed forward, darting inside his guard. Stay close. She aimed at a flurry of palm strikes at his solar plexus and a palm heel up at his throat, expelling bursts of chakra from her palms with each strike. She could slow him down if she could disrupt his breathing.

Interactions: The Good Doctor

 

[The Good Doctor]

Brock looked at her with a strange eyes and wondered what she had planned. Most people would have just moved backwards in attempt to sway his movements but she more or less held her ground. It was an admirable attempt but one that would lead her more bruised than she anticipated. The strike was partially successful, not hitting the abdomen as he wanted to but landing a good hit was still acceptable. Pain caused panic and exploitation of that panic and second guessing of an opponent would lead to their demise.

The sneaky little bugger! She was trying to abuse the size match up that he was currently doing as well. Massive reach did nothing against a smaller target that constantly came as close to you as possible. He didn't know what those palms entailed for him and decided that his best course of action would be to avoid them entirely. He flung himself backwards to avoid her attacks, narrowly avoiding his breathe being taken away. He made a mental note about her speed and launched his next attack, which was a flurry of kicks. The legs had the strongest muscles in the body and this was stacked on top of his kekkei genkai, turning his legs into pistons of force.

Anthropoltergeist

 

[Anthropoltergeist]

He ducked back out of range of her strikes with relative ease and launched a barrage of kicks from his new position. He maintained his distance, clearly understanding her strategy. Despite her fancy footwork each attempt to get closer was being rebuffed with a swift kick. She narrowly managed to evade his strikes, her frustration building with each botched attempt.

At this distance her offensive capabilities were severely limited. She had to get back in his guard; hanging at the edge of his range would just tire her out and ware her down. She considered her options. She could try harder and hope to make an opening or she could be reckless and possibly expedite the process. Pain wasn't a deterrent as much as the potential damage. She weighed the costs, thinking back to the broken boulder. He's not going all out, she decided. There were only two positions worse than her current one but this could lead to either one: high risk and high reward. She'd block his next kick and slip her arm around to catch it. Next she'd to aim her palm strikes was the softer medial compartment of the thigh. With him caught like that she could slow him down and stay close. Hopefully. She darted in again, putting her plan in action. She took the brunt of the kick with her arm, the sheer force of it rattling the teeth in her head. She grit her teeth through the pain and attempted to catch the kick and strike out at his captured leg.

The Good Doctor