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Fri Feb 27, 2015 10:52 pm
Clyde peddled into the forest afraid of what he had become. He looks at his hands afraid. He had been without a sword for such a long time, but yet he had never gotten any hand to hand combat down. He takes out a sack of flower he had stolen back at the village and got off his unicycle for once. It was a rare occasions that he would get off his unicycle. He practiced kicking with his strengthened legs. He realized he could angle his kick differently for different effects. He took a break and read his book of the tale of Naruto Uzumaki.

He read about the boy now training hard being the weakest on his team. He saw the man's struggle in his ninja way. Clyde prided himself in Naruto now. He wondered how the story ends of such a legendary ninja. He gets back up and stares angrily at the sack of flour. He remembered what Carlos said about these situations.
"Use the power inside."
These words echoed inside of him. Clyde remembered Naruto's struggle at beating Kakashi in that fight. He does a low kick on the sac of flower, and then realizes his potential. He thought about it for a few seconds then did it. He threw the sack of flour in the air and remembered Rock Lee in the book. He does a high kick on it, then does a quick other kick launching the bag into a tree. He liked this combo. Clyde walked over and grabbed the sack of flour. He looked at it and smiled. He got a pen and drew a large smile on it. He then remembered Daiko was his only friend if even that. He tosses the sack of flower high into the air. He now looks angrily at the flour sack. Clyde kicks up the flour sack and completely stopped it's momentum. He feels the joint pressure and cries out as he jumps up. He hits the sack of flour in rage and in pain and the sack of flour breaks out and covers the area from his kick. His leg was now covered in flour.
"Fuck, there goes that."
Clyde gets on his unicycle feeling some discomfort in his knee. He peddles away annoyed and angry.

Eventually, Clyde reaches a man who looks at him oddly.
"What is with your eyes and your stupid ass unicycle?"
The man saw Clyde as insane, but Clyde saw the man as a sack of flour. He gets off his unicycle, and does a few stretches in front of the man.
"What are you doing? Are you lost, the circus is just up ahead."
Clyde smirked and motioned the man to come with him to the circus cart from earlier. Clyde walks ahead of the man and lets the man follow. He doesn't say a word and simply just feels happy. This man was a total idiot, and a dead man.

The man looks at the cart and sees blood everywhere and dead bodies. Clyde sees one missing and smiles knowing that he hadn't killed the last one.
"Hey guess where this unicycle came from?"
The man looks over worried to see the brand of the unicycle matches the tent. The man goes to make a run for it, but it quickly stopped. Clyde does a hard kick to the man's chin, thus knocking the man upwards. He then jumps up on one foot then does a low kick right into the man. The man goes flying into the metal cart and makes a dent. He falls onto the ground groaning in pain. Clyde brings a kunai to the man's neck and then carries the man over to a hill. He looks at the hill and smiles.
"Watch out for those thorn bushes, flour sack."
Clyde kicks the man right in the chin again, then jumps one foot. He then kicks the man in the air away and realizes he is getting the hang of this. The man hit his head right into a tree, then spun around rolling down the hill. Clyde smiles and leaves the scene quickly. He had been reckless, and he knew it all to well. He peddles away quickly on his unicycle, after putting his unused kunai away. He looks around paranoid.

Later on in the day, Clyde was reading his book again. He read about even Sasuke having trouble with this experienced taijutsu master. Clyde really skipped around a lot in the book. Rock Lee in the book kept beating up sasuke easily with taijutsu. Clyde wondered about learning it himself. He looks around scared of cops or something. He feels self aware, and scared. Clyde never really felt fear much at all. Such a foreign emotion. He sees a man covered in cuts approach him with a gun.
"How dare you leave me rolling down that hill. You are a dead man."
Clyde sprinted fast and kicked the man in the chin. The man tried to react, but Clyde had gotten much faster with training. He jumps up on his left foot, then does a low kick. The man goes right into a nearby tree curling around it like a "U." Clyde laughs while also being annoyed this man has become such a pest.
"You should get the hell out of here."
Clyde peddled away getting all annoyed from the man. He hated that man's determination to kill him. Clyde wondered if Naruto ever encountered the same problems. Clyde saw it was dark out now, then fell asleep. He had great dreams on the forest floor, but he is doomed to forever encounter bad things to wake up to. Ever since he was a child this has been true. The boy laid on the forest floor sleeping like a baby as the man recovered more angry then ever. This man had an intent to kill the man, and he would do whatever it would take to do so. He traced Clyde's footsteps excited to find and kill the boy.

Clyde woke up hearing the bushes shake in the distance. He knew something was up. He quickly grabbed his katana, and draws it out.
"Who goes there?"
Clyde always remembered that one can never be too paranoid. He looks off into the night to see a shadowy figure. This figure chuckled then brought out something like a revolver. Clyde had to be quick for his survival. He jumps into the bushes nearby, then jumps up to the tree branches. He sees the man from a distance, then realizes it was the same man.
"Sack of flour came back. How silly."
The man looks up towards his voice, and Clyde quickly hops from branch to branch until he was over the man. He drops down in front of the man, then kicks the man in the now very bloody chin of the man. The man screams out in agony as the pain catches up. Clyde jumps up and kicks the man into a close by try. The man slams right into it, and Clyde ran in. He quickly slices the man's throat with his katana. The man was too busy recovering to block. Clyde smiles as the man started choking out  on his own blood. He smiles watching the ever so common death he gave. So merciful for such a man, but Clyde was trying to redeem himself and become a better person. Clyde goes into a tree with all his stuff and sleeps.

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Sat Feb 28, 2015 2:11 pm
Kurame sighed, looking up into the bright blue sky, then back at the large, heavy bundle of materials on his back, shifting his shoulders in a weak attempt to make the bag weigh less. Shaking said bag a little bit to settle the pieces, the Soseiji heard the satisfying clinking and hollow bumps of the pieces of metal and wood dancing in his together, confirming that he had exactly what he needed to build his puppet. This was important to him because the young ninja didn't have one, and at the same time, the mentioned would unlock his Ningyo eyes, which would allow control of a puppet with his eyes alone. The young man decided to take a break from his trek for a moment, squatting down before plopping himself on the dusty ground, putting his bag off his sore back and taking off his sweatshirt to cover his face from the raging sunlight, before falling back onto the ground, his head straight up towards the sky. Putting a hand over his sweatshirt, he blocked the rest of the hot sun's rays with his hand, though his hand did get rather hot from the experience. As the lazy ninja felt himself dosing off, Kurame jumped, hearing a large thump somewhere close by. Lifting his head, the ninja looked around expectantly, as if there was some giant beast for him to fight, but in actuality all that really happened was a caravan passing by, rumbling noisily on the road.

Resisting the gnawing urge to try and steal everything on the caravan as he had done with previous caravans, Kurame brushed himself off before standing up and taking a deep breath, pulling on his thin sweatshirt again. Picking up his puppet supplies, the ninja decided that he should find a nice place that he could sit and work on his puppet, without any interactions or interruptions from other ninja or any animals, for that matter. Pulling the straps across his back, Kurame began his journey again, before getting cut off by another ninja, being annoying and flailing his arms and legs, acting the fool. Smirking at the puppet master, the random boy thumped himself on the chest, his annoying smirk turning into a grin. "I challenge you!" He said, a giant red exclamation mark popping into a white bubble over his head.As the boy marched over to him, he said some dipshit comment about a Rattata, or something like that, and how strong it was, before trying to punch Kurame in the face.

Dodging a little to the side, Kurame let out his breath and blinked, feeling the muscles in his arms tighten up a bit. The boy made his wind up more obvious than a Kardashian asking for attention, thus the Soseiji was easily able to dodge the punch with little to no chance of the other kid even touching him. Cracking his neck like a badass, he took the bag of puppet materials off of his back. The kid stared at it, and laughed in an obnoxious tone. "What do you have in there?" He said, before Kurame flipped it on his shoulder and slammed the kid in the face with it, listening to the satisfying clank of the boy hitting metal, and the plop as he hit the ground. Staring down at the pathetic excuse for a ninja , it looked like he was knocked down, but not out. At least, not completely. not yet. Grinning a little, the ninja started walking over to the boy, ready to punish him for his impudence. The boy hopped to his feet, and swung at Kurame again, this time landing a solid blow to his chest, causing him to make a gasping noise and fall backwards. Stepping back a few more feet, Kurame decided that he would be an asshole to the max. Opening his bag, Kurame put down a few pieces of his puppet. He put down the head, two arms, and two legs, and used chakra strings to lift them in the air.

Kurame's opponent chuckled at this, holding up his arrogant composition before he began to run towards Kurame, before the puppet-using ninja flicked his wrist and made the hand slam into his enemies face. The opponent looked rather stunned, and rubbed his chin, trying to make sense of what the hell had just happened. Shaking it off, the opponent ran towards Kurame rather quickly, and aimed a punch to his face, but screamed in pain. Kurame had moved the scrap puppets head in the way, and thus easily blocked the attack, though it did knock back and hit him in the face, which did hurt, and could also be described as a bitch. Taking a few cautionary steps back, Kurame grabbed the torso with his other hand, and slammed it into the opposing ninja -- or, tried. This time, the enemy actually dodged the attack, and jumped towards Kurame, pulling out a small jian and swinging it at Kurame. Luckily, Kurame dodged, but the boy severed his connections to his puppet head and torso, leaving control of the limbs only. Gritting his teeth, Kurame set it so he could control an arm and a leg with each hand, and began moving his hands elegantly, in an attempt to confuse his opponent. The kid swung his sword at the string, but Kurame quickly pulled it back, punishing him with a kick to the face and a punch to the ribs. Throwing his sword into the ground, the boy roared angrily before throwing his sword into the ground, and running towards Kurame at an incredible speed, and punching him in the gut.

Spitting out a good amount of blood, Kurame growled again, twisting his fingers, and bringing the limbs onto his enemies chest, one on each side, before closing them as hard as he could. As the boy didn't react fast enough, it crushed his ribcage, causing him to gasp, then cough, then try to breath. Sadly for him, it was too late for the breathing. The only thing that could go into his mouth was the blood that was pouring into his punctured lungs and heart, and, within a few minutes, he was on the ground, not moving at all. Pulling his puppets back to himself, he carefully wiped off each piece, checking for damage. Once he was satisfied, he put the puppets away, and smiled to himself, walking into a small, seemingly deserted forest, where he could make his puppet in peace, without any more disturbances from people such as his past opponent, lest they meet the same fate.

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Sun Mar 01, 2015 12:48 pm
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Clyde woke up from his tree and yawns very loudly. He stretched out on the tree not caring what happened next. He had gotten used to waking up to bad thing. He looks around to see nothing bad happened this time at least. He smiles to himself, then jumps down off the tree. He feels the fire inside him desperate for escape. He has a blood lust in him today again. He always had wondered how to keep that under wraps. He inhales a breath of air, and channels his chakra to his stomach. Clyde wonders what exactly he can do to make this jutsu even stronger. He had only been blowing out fire in a one long stream, but now he wanted to burst it out into things like meteors. He makes a massive amount of fire in his system that could very easily kill him. He was up for the risk of this, because he didn't feel he was worth much anymore. He then concentrates hard and blows it out like smoke from a cigar. He then closes his lips near the end causing it to form somewhat of a meteor. He feels his lips got minor burns as if he had ate ramen when it was too hot. The giant fireball goes right into the rock wall ahead, and makes a loud boom. Fire spreads everywhere and Clyde looks fearfully at how strong he had become. He puts out the fire quickly with a bucket of water, and then lays there exhausted. He wondered how this will work when he actually becomes insane. He is fearful for the future. He had burnt his lips in the process, but nothing very major injury wise. The rock wall  was covered with a black dot of ash. Clyde smiles at his new found skill and power. He was as strong as he was naive.

A little while later, Clyde walks by the man he had killed the other day. The blood on the man looked very pleasing. Clyde wished he could store it for later in a pouch. Blood was always something good to have for almost everything. Clyde learned all about this in his medical ninjutsu training. He walks further down to see a caravan going down the path, and decides to have some fun. He decides he was going to give them hell. He readies his katana, and start peddling on his unicycle towards the caravan. Down the road was a man Clyde never noticed. Clyde was, however, out of the man's line of sight. He goes to a small boulder and picks it up feeling immense strain. He lifts it over his head with his face red, then throws it from the small boulder right into the caravan's side. The people in the caravan jump out with swords in their hand and run up the hill towards Clyde. Clyde pushes another small boulder nearby and it goes down the hill with lots of momentum. The boulder crushes all the men and Clyde cheers. The boulder stopped at the bottom and was dripping blood. He then runs down the hill as the other men run horrified away with as much goods as they could carry. Clyde almost died laughing at this, and when he thought about dying laughing he laughed harder. He remembered the men who had just all died, and to Clyde this was hilarious.

Clyde pushes the small boulder out of the caravan and sees the giant hole now in the left side of the caravan. He makes a face that shows he feels guilty. Another oops moment by him once again. He sees bags of a new flavor of hard candy and smiles. He knew candy meant sweet food. He looks to see the driver still there unaware and non caring. The driver was deaf, and was never alerted of the accident. The driver seems to care less anyway. He just kept driving assuming it was a very odd rock in the road. Clyde laid on the wooden floor looking out at the huge hole. He took a bag of candy and cut it open with a kunai. He lifts up the bag and then munched away on it knowing it just tasted good. It could have been poison for all he knew. He never really knew what candy was. He feels the caravan keep moving down the path at a steady pace. It had stopped earlier when the boulder hit, but was moving on now. The deaf driver seemed to care less about the situation. Clyde goes over and sees a crate of something weird.
"sock ke?"
He sees the container of sake and has trouble saying it correctly. He opens up the container and takes out a bottle. He was thirsty from all the candy. He downs the entire bottle as the caravan passes a man with a sweatshirt. He realized all too late the taste of the sake. The man never saw Clyde, because the hole on the caravan just so happened to be on the opposite side. Clyde got red cheeks and was now very drunk. He felt funny from all the sake. He looks at the other bottles of sake and gets a pleasant idea. He inhales a lot of air, and points his lips towards the back end of the caravan. Clyde breaths out a bigger fireball then the first one he had done. He looks at the fire ball hitting with a pleased expression. The fireball set the back part of the caravan on fire and Clyde ran to the front. He grabbed the deaf man and ran away as the caravan burned. The fire then reaches the sake and the fire spread more so. Clyde put the man down, and the man simply shrugged. The man begins to walk away and Clyde gets out his unicycle. Clyde spits out three balls of fire and begins to juggle them. He was very drunk now. He then looks over at a man working on something, and he just stares facing the man still juggling small fireballs.
"Yo man. Come over here and sit on my unicycle!"
Clyde shouts out to the man. He was somehow balancing even while drunk.

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Sun Mar 01, 2015 12:57 pm
Kurame decided that he shouldn't leave the area quite yet. He was still very curious about the kid he had just killed, as terrible as it may sound. Turning around, the puppet user searched around a little before he found the mangled corpse of the kid he had killed a little earlier. Kneeling down and listening to him, Kurame decided that he wasn't breathing. "Maybe..." Kurame said, starting to giggle, "I just need to give him some chest compression, to get him back on his feet." Kurame started dying of laughter, rolling around a bit stupidly. Sitting up and wiping his eyes from the laughter, Kurame looked down at the body again, the decided to inspect his handiwork. Kneeling closer to it, he noticed that the ribs were not crushed all the way, which makes sense. He wasn't extremely strong, but he could probably kill a person or two if he really wanted, which was obviously proven in this small fight with a stranger.

Moving into the large forest a bit cautiously, the puppet using ninja looked around, sniffing the air for good measure, though that didn't really do anything. He gently knocked on the bark of an enormous tree, and looked straight up, hoping to find something that would let him stay away from the blazing sun. Climbing the large tree with a series of jumps, Kurame tried looking around for some clearing, but all he could really see were trees. Trees, trees, and more trees, most of them having irritatingly bright green leaves, covering the view of the ground level with their leafy green blanket. Kneeling down, Kurame tried to gently slide down the tree, before tripping on a branch and falling, being saved only by a convenient mattress laying on the ground. Shaking his hair everywhere and cracking his back, the young ninja decided that climbing trees was not a good idea. He blinked a few times, as if he had a spec of dirt in his eye, then decided to walk out of the forest for now. Maybe he would find something more interesting in a place where he could actually do something, rather then just see trees and random mattress's laying around the place. Slowly pushing out of the forest, Kurame let his eyes adjust to the new lighting, before staring somewhere else.

"This would be a fine spot to make my puppet..." Kurame muttered to himself, sitting down. Thus, Kurame began to build his puppet. Reaching into his bag, the first thing he pulls out is a small little joint of the puppet. Flexing it a bit, the builder messed with it a bit and cleaned it with a special tool of his. This 'special tool' looked a bit like a modified duster, with a folded up pipe cleaner on the back. After he finished with that, he reached in and pulled out the head piece, which was grinning at him, probably about his recent kill. Grinning back, he flexed the jaw, then frowned. It wasn't moving as it was supposed to, at least not yet. He pulled out something, and gently put oil into the joints, with the care of a parent, before he could smoothly open and close the jaw. "Mwahahaha." He made the puppet say, before smiling and putting the head down. Reaching in the bag once again, Kurame pulled out a few more joints, but placed that with the other one he had. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the torso out of the bag, which was a bit heavier than the other pieces, and let it on the ground lightly, next to the head. Shifting his position, Kurame tried imagining his puppet, Hatsukoi, when it was finished. It wasn't very special, it was just his first puppet, which would be an occasion he would probably remember. Thumping on the chest lightly, Kurame grabbed the arms and legs from the bag, flexing them, greasing them, placing them down, then repeating for each. Soon, he had started connecting the joints together, and then everything to the torso. Smiling slightly, with a look of victory, Kurame Soseiji held up his finished puppet, pride in his eyes. He tried flexing it, and it moved perfectly, and he started grinning, much like the look on this large puppets face. Bouncing a bit excitedly, Kurame put it on his back, before he felt a feeling of his eyes ripping apart. Screaming, Kurame fell to the ground, holding his eyes and checking for blood. Searching around for something, he reflected off the back of his puppet to see himself. His eyes were bright red, and watering and looked as if his iris had pulled away from his pupil. Blinking, he noticed it went away, but he grinned. He had finally unlocked the first stage of his doujutsu. Fist pumping, Kurame looked around, before getting a feeling like he was going to puke.

There was a dipshitty, somehow useless looking ninja glancing over at him, and it seemed like he was shouting something, though truth be told Kurame didn't really care to associate himself with a fire ninja, or anyone who rode a unicycle. The stranger spat out three bright orange fire balls and began to juggle them, making a joke about having balls, and something about christmas. Well, he probably made one of those two jokes. Maybe. When Kurame got closer, it was obvious that the other ninja was very, very  drunk at this point. It seemed like they were just staring at each other, until the drunk ninja started shouting things at him. "Yo man. Come over here and sit on my unicycle!" He called out, but the only thing Kurame could really focus on was how the hell this asswipe could balance on this unicycle. It was obvious that he was wasted, and he probably couldn't see straight, but he was riding on that unicycle like a champ. Kurame shifted the bag on his back, and began walking over to the other person, before getting an idea. "... Sure. I'll sit on your unicycle." He said, before shooting out a chakra thread and attempted pulling it out from under him. If this was successful, he would grin before getting on it. Sadly, Kurame wouldn't as awesome at balance as this other boy was, so he fell flat on his face, but hey, he still got to steal it. If he failed, Kurame would most likely just feel like an idiot, and run away with his metophorical tail between his legs, so as to spare himself any further embarrassment.

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Sun Mar 01, 2015 1:25 pm
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Clyde looked over at the man shooting some weird string. He couldn't have cared less. The odd string latched onto the unicycle, and Clyde just stared off into the distance. The man took the unicycle out from under him, but really hadn't done anything that bothered him. Clyde really could care less. Clyde simply lands on his feet with ease, then feels like he is under some kind of visual jutsu. He sees the man get on the unicycle, then fall flat on his face. He laughs at the man's trouble riding the unicycle. To Clyde the unicycle was a complete second pair of legs. He suddenly feels really dizzy, and his skin turns pale. Clyde goes over to a bush behind him and pukes in it. He was completely wasted. He looks over at the man and smiles with all the puked cleaned off of him.
"Hey.. man... check out.. this."
Clyde slurred this entire sentence a bunch. He breathed in a bunch of air and points his lips to the man. He smirks with his cheeks brimming with air. He then breaths out a giant fireball heading right towards the man. Clyde smiles realizes this one was 1 meter wide and looked more deadly then the others. Clyde was still a psychopath even while drunk. He then finds he has control over the fireball, and can edit it direction. He smiles and makes the fireball turn upwards right before the place the man was. He could have very easily have killed the man by accident at that moment. The man did seem strong enough to hold his own ground though. The fireball goes up into the sky and goes away with the atmosphere. Nothing was left of the fireball, it seemed to have frozen in the atmosphere. Clyde laughs hard knowing he probably scared the shit out of the man. He looks over and realizes he accidentally started a small forest fire, but he wasn't in any right mindset to really understand the situation. He spits out more fireballs and juggles them happily. He smelled like bad sake, and rain started pouring down on the burning trees. The fire was soon out.
"Hey man... we should totally like be friends or something."
Clyde made a very loud laugh after slurring his sentences more. He could hardly think straight. Clyde had never drank alcohol his entire life. He should have read the label more so on the Sake. He knew all about alcohol from his medical history.
"Just kidding my only friend is some asshole named Daiko."
He dies laughing. He starts hitting the ground laughing way more then anyone should be doing. A man then walks up to him with a map asking for directions. Clyde looks at the man, and smiles. He looks at the man's bear and instantly dislikes the man. Clyde felt the man shouldn't have bothered him. He picks up his katana and slices the man's neck, and starts laughing even harder then before. The man starts to choke on his blood and fall over dying. Clyde was rolling now in laughter with the man in front of him struggling to live. Clyde knew all to well the man is beyond help. He didn't have any medical supplies with him to help out such a neck injury. Clyde was kind of insane right now. It seems as if when he is drunk he was kinda a playful psychopath. This is better then being a regular psychopath he guessed.
"Yo man, the forest was like on fire."
Clyde slurs his words again, and then starts laughing very hard. A man runs over to him worried, and Clyde looks up at the man like a pedophile. He disliked this man more then the other one. He throws a kunai at the man's eye and the man didn't even have time to react due to the speed of the kunai throw. The man pulled out the kunai from his, and screamed bloody murder as blood gushed out from his eye socket. The man seemed to be in immense pain, but even if Clyde had been thinking straight he wouldn't have cared still. Clyde picks up the kunai from the ground, and stabs the man multiple times in the chest. He was laughing very hard the entire time. He had never laughed this hard in his life. He then sees the man die, and he picks up the body much more easy then most people would, and tosses it into a tree. He then puts the kunai in his weapons pouch and points his head upwards. He lets out a very loud laugh of insanity. He had completely lost it.
"Come over here so we can make everything much brighter."
Clyde slurred this sentence more then his others. He gets onto his feet and then looks at the man. He was very dangerous at this point, and should probably be knocked out before he burns down something more important.... oops too late. Clyde looks over at a caravan traveling and then breaths in another huge breath. This time he launched a total of three massive fire balls at the caravan full of paper bombs and explosives. The fireballs all hit and explode the caravan. The entire mess made a very large explosion. More trees caught on fire and the forest fire became larger and larger, but quickly died out from the rain. Clyde laid on the ground passed out from using too much chakra. He would probably wake up completely alright, but he never wakes up to good news. Clyde's body laid there in the forest getting covered in rain. This was for the better in every way possible. Clyde was a crazy psychopath when he was drunk.

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Mon Mar 02, 2015 10:09 am
Daiko sits up from his bed, slowly rubbing his hands on his eyes. He's naked in bed like usual, and he grabs on to the covers. The soft, welcoming chasm that was his bed. He never wanted to leave it, as it was his favorite place to be. He would snuggle up with himself, sometimes putting his head under the pillow while other times he would only relax. He slowly crawled out from under the covers, pulling off the warm sheets, a cool wind giving him goosebumps. He stood up, and had to get to work with what he'd do for the day. The first order of business was what he was going to eat. He was only half awake, so he stumbled to the kitchen which was only a couple of rooms away. Looking out the window, he quickly got distracted by the wonders that were outside. His attention snaps back to his pantry, which he had just gotten the day before. All that was in the place was some instant ramen, which was good enough for him. He rubs his eyes as he pours water in his kettle, a peaceful sound as it shifted around. Taking a box of matches, he quickly arranged some wood and coals in the fireplace in front of him. He struck the match, followed by the sound of ignition.  He took the pot with his right hand and slowly slid it over the heat of the fire. He sat there, watching the flames jump up and lick at the bottom of the pot, the water on the inside slowly beginning to have bubbles rise to the surface. After a couple more minutes, the water was finally boiling. Daiko took the container of ramen, opening the lid. He set it down on his kitchen counter, and lifted the pot as he poured the hot liquid into the cup. The water met the fill line, and he put the pot back over the fire before blowing it out. Closing the lid, he now had to wait for the ramen to finish cooking, or whatever the hell it did with the water. He sat there, with nothing to do. He just stared up at the ceiling that he had made, sighing. He slowly counted each second that was going by, wanting to eat his ramen very badly. Finally, it was done. He opened up the lid and peeled it off, using a pair of chopsticks to push down the noodles on top, effectively mixing it together. He lifted some to his face, and cringed when he felt how hot the water was. He then sighed, and waited once more for it to cool. He began by blowing on the ramen slightly, sometimes picking up a few noodles with his chopsticks. It wasn't the ideal thing to do.. eating ramen for breakfast.. But it had to do. Once the food was able to be eaten, he ate it very slowly as he savored the flavor of the noodles. He didn't get to eat much from almost constant work, so it was a good change. After finishing all of the noodles, he presses the cup to his lips and drinks the remaining broth, throwing the packaged ramen into the trashcan when he was done. He stretched out, happy with his meal and ready to get to work for the day.

Daiko shuffled over to his door, noticing that something was a bit.. off. He raised a single eyebrow, walking over to investigate. At his door there was a single letter left, stamped with some kind of stamp that meant business. He picked it up, running his finger under the sides of it and tearing it open. Hopefully it wasn't an explosive tag under a piece of paper. Then he wouldn't have hands anymore. As a shinobi, he sort-of needed hands to do daily functions like killing, stealing, and eating ramen. He slid the letter out of it's holder, and flipped it open. It was scribbled handwriting that looked like it had been drawn by a small child on a roller coaster. It was from Aios. That explains it. He squints as he tries to read, faintly making out the message. "Go help a group of villagers collect materials for our village renovation." Daiko scoffed. Renovation? Didn't they just build the village? He shook his head, and decided that he could get some kind of payment for this. If not, then the materials were going to be burnt as soon as he figured out how to do that. he stretched once, cracking either side of his neck. It was time to get dressed. He walked into his room, looking for something cool to wear. Shrugging, he decided to put on the good 'ol savar suit. He slides into it, putting his legs down to the bottom and putting it around his arms. He stretches as he always does, getting all the wrinkles sorted out. Daiko then pulls on some of the tighter parts of the outfit, and goes to the door. He cracked his knuckles, walking outside. There was a light drizzle going on, and he shrugged, walking out. About a fourth of a mile from his house, there was a group of people shuffling around and looking back and fourth. He assumed that this was where the people were waiting for him. "Oh, Hello. I think I was sent here to protect you while you gather materials to rebuild the village?" The groups nod, holding their children close as if Daiko was going to kill them. He chuckled slightly. It was Pinocchio's job to kill random families. Walking over to the group, he waved a bit, smiling. "Alright, let's head out. The more we can get, the faster we will be able to rebuild the village." They all talked among themselves, and Daiko herded them out, following close behind into the jungle. There was muck every so often, which one or two of them would step in by accident. This would be followed with swearing and other terms of profanity, usually resulting in one of the older woman scolding and being obnoxious. Daiko simply followed, staying silent. He was there to protect, not really there to scold and yell at them for acting like people. It wasn't too long until they reached their destination, which was a clearing with tools and such for cutting down trees.

After they had arrived, the people started putting things together and getting to work. It was pretty simple at first, as the party had began to cut down trees, making sort of stations. The would cut one down and let it fall, then they would drag it over to somewhere else. They would cut off all the branches and put it in another container, and then they would slice the trees into thinner boards. They would then haul the boards over and set them down. It was a mostly basic procedure, and the groups got it done pretty quickly. Daiko just sat there, looking for something to do. He would have offered to help, but he was sitting in a tree himself, watching over them. He had to stay at a high place in case someone had showed up, and he had time to think. There were things that he had to look out for, like someone who looked sketchy and wanted to attack the villagers. It was pretty easy, watching over them like this. There wasn't much going on, as the clearing was very deep in the jungle. Daiko soon became bored out of his mind, so he would just lay back. The busy workers down below kept rambling on about finding strange things in the jungle, telling the children that if they ran off they would be sucked into the mud forever and never come back. This made the kids stick to their parents and not talk much, usually just helping transport the twigs from smaller containers to the largest bin. He just sat there as they all talked among themselves, feeling disconnected to the village as of right now. He wasn't in the mood to socialize much, so he was sort of like a protector to them. If someone showed up and tried to kill them all for some reason he didn't understand, then he'd have to beat their ass or disconnect them from the group. He stretched out, glancing down at the people with no interest. A few hours had passed by, and it seemed like most of them were done working. Daiko leaned from the end of the branch, hopping down to the ground. "Alright, are you guys done for today? If so, I can take you all home. Let me know when you're ready to go." The people looked at him once, then nodded. He then waved for them to gather their materials, and they began to do so. They took the saws and axes, putting them in a box for one of the stronger people to hold on to. The children took the small boxes of twigs and dumped them into where they all were gathered together. The strongest of the group hefted the boxes up, and the weaker people gathered the bins and carried those. Those who were too strong for plastic boxes and too weak for giant containers, they just carried the axes and saws. There were bins for those, each had the different tool type inside of it.

Daiko keeps walking the party back, then spotted something in the sides of his vision. It was the shape of someone moving, and following them. This wasn't good for the villagers, but a perfect opportunity for him. He stopped walking, and nodded to the villagers. "You guys can go ahead, I'm going to stay back here. I have something to take care of." The villagers look at him with a strange look, but they continue anyway. They kept walking ahead, and Daiko stayed back to deal with the.. Problem on his hands. There was a person behind the tree lurking around, and he called out to him. "Hey, you can come out now. Why the hell are you stalking us anyway?" The man crept out from behind the large tree, his legs spread wide a part and he was hunched over. He twisted his head up, making a sinister grin. "B-B..Bro..." The thing said. "Ch-Ch--" The creature then began to walk toward Daiko, and he responded by taking out his weapon. "Chec-- Chec-- O--" The thing was stuttering, and foaming at the lips. It came close to him and finally got to say what it was saying. "Bro.. Check out.. Check out my mixtape." The thing then took out disks that looked a lot like chakram, and began throwing them at Daiko. He dodged out of their path pretty easily, but the man would not give up. "CHECK OUT MY MIX TAPE BRUH" it started screaming, running at him. It started to run on it's hands like some sort of feral beast, and Daiko just kicked it in the face. It kept screaming, yelling at him to check out it's mixtape. Not that he wanted to, of course, but it was very strange. It was still creeping along, screeching. It made a loud yelp into the sky, taking more of these disks from his sweatshirt pocket and throwing them at Daiko. "S-Soundcloud... Ch-Check out my mixtape" The creature was unrelenting, attacking and throwing things. Daiko was hit by a disk, which triggered a hallucination of someone dancing to a beat, and rapping. They were the a lyrical spiritual individual miracle spiritual miracle individual. They were also skipping and flipping and dipping and flipping and skipping and dippingi and flipping and skipping. They were all about that real hip hop you know what I'm saying? They talked about the government being corrupt. Daiko then took his weapon, swinging the weight at the mans wrist. This looped around his hand once, then he flicked the chain with enough force so that it rode up on his wrist, then he tugged roughly, taking the weapon and slicing the man's throat. That was enough of this ridiculousness for today. Daiko didn't even know what a mixtape was. All he knew was that someone was flipping and skipping and dipping and was a lyrical miracle. That didn't help him decipher what it was anyway, but it was still interesting. He then shrugged, and started climbing a tree.

Daiko began to climb the tree all the way to the top, trying to keep his balance as to not fall from the height that he was at. He finally at the top, and he scanned around just to see his favorite person. It was everyone's favorite little shit, Clyde. He was indeed the scarf boy of the forest, even though they were in a jungle and it was more muddy then a normal forest. He stands there to spy on the boy. There was also.. someone else with him. For this reason, Clyde looked like more of a dip shit than usual due to him riding a unicycle. It was truly a site to behold, and Daiko shook his head. Just then, he bumped into something next to him. It was a giant scroll of some sorts. He was wondering why he had just now noticed it, and decided to open it up. When he did, a small frog popped out from the pages, perching on the tree next to him. It made a small 'ribbit' sound whenever it began talking. "Hallo there yew lucky dawg." The frog said in a strangely scottish accent. "Lerks liek yew stumbled apon me scroll lad!" It said, patting him on the back. It then took a razor and ran it across Daiko's wrist, then took the blood and put it on the ninja's palm. He then pressed the palm to the paper, and the blood sort-of dissapereared. "There ye' go laddeh. If yew are in need of any helps, jus' summon me, aye?" The frog then hopped into the scroll, and the scroll dissappeared. This caused Daiko a bit of stress, and he sighed. "Frog! Come help me!"

Just then, a giant frog hopped up from the ground, and it was huge. It was about 15 meters across and 10 meters tall, and it made a ribbit sound. Daiko jumped on it's back, riding it down to the ground where it made a slamming sound next to a man who was sitting down and Clyde, who looked just about as hammered as a nail. Daiko got off of the top of the giant beast, stepping down and greeting the two. "Uh.. Hey Clyde..." Just then he heard Clyde mention that Daiko was his friend. He would not stand for such lies. Daiko back-handed Clyde, then walked over to the boy. "You see... It's quite the mis-understanding. I'm not friends with this kid at all. In fact, I hate him." He bows to the man slightly, trying to show respect to whom was obviously older than he was. "I am, Daiko, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you. What is it that I should call you?" Daiko just then noticed that Clyde was toying with extra chromosomes. Maybe it was time to stab him in the legs some more? Daiko shook his head. He didn't want to look too cool yet. Daiko just took out his weapon, throwing the weight at who was about three meters away, and then pulled him over like a tango dancer. "Clyde~ Please calm down.. We have a guest here. I would not want him to get blood on his woodworking." To be playful, Daiko bopped Clyde's nose with the back of the hand sickle, just to be funny.

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Mon Mar 02, 2015 7:32 pm
After staring at the beautiful burning forest, Kurame started to think about how he would feel if that forest was his new puppet friend, and how he would feel if this shit hole tried doing that to him. Gritting his teeth a bit, Kurame exhaled heavily, stretching his arms gently and standing up straight. Trying to talk some bit of sense into the unicycle-riding fool, Kurame could feel something rather strange, and it upset him greatly. In a way, he felt as if someone, or something somewhere was talking in a horribly written scottish accent, and to someone that he felt he would either love or hate, deepening on how he acted. "Tha's fuc'n stupid." He muttered to himself, kicking a rock over to Clyde, hoping it hit him somewhere painful. "Lads these dais..." Looking over at Clyde, he walked a few steps closer, watching the small forest burn at the drunk man's will. Looking at him closer, he could notice that he would probably look and be stupid, drunk or not, and irritating to the max. "You need a reason to burn down this forest." Kurame said, sighing and looking around. "We all know you're burning it because you're a control freak." Kurame sighed, putting his puppet on his back and wrapping its arms around his neck, having it's grinning face rest beside his frowning one. Stretching his arms, he decided that it wouldn't be a horrible idea to watch the forest burn, albeit the brightness hurt his newly formed eyes. Rubbing his chin lightly, Kurame decided that he should think about his current situation. 

So far, he had completely finished his puppet, and his new eyes had formed. Perhaps he could try to challenge this Clyde fellow to a battle, though it wouldn't be smart in his drunken state. Looking over at his puppet, Kurame asked what he should do. Obviously, the wooden human didn't respond with anything other than his large grin, which caused the puppet's master to grin as well. Ruffling it's hair, he pulled it around, and inspected his handiwork once again. The puppet was a beautiful tan and light brown color, and it was formed together in a beautiful way. Extending an arm, he poked Clyde's ass, then grinned, making it wave the arms around a bit haphazardly. Feeling a bit foolish for doing this, Kurame soon returned his mechanical friend back to its previous spot, though Kurame was now in a much better mood than before. 

Suddenly, there came a giant frog landing on the ground, which made a loud and painful slamming sound. On top of it, there was a ninja that looked about his age, with very light hair and odd colored clothing, though neither of this bothered Kurame. He was wearing a navy blue overcoat, after all. Getting off the amazing amphibian, the new boy looked around, his face staying neutral until it hit Clyde, when it was then replaced with a look of pure disgust. Ignoring most of what the drunkard said, the blondie moved over and slapped Clyde with the back of his hand before moving over to Kurame. "You see... It's quite the misunderstanding..." The boy started. "I'm not friends with this kid at all. In fact, I hate him." He bows slightly, much to Kurame's confusion, as if he was trying to show respect to the puppet using ninja. At least the new kid and Kurame had something in common. "I am Daiko, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you. What is it that I should call you?" He asked Kurame. Shrugging a bit to himself, Kurame grinned. "Just call me Kurame." He said, trying not to sound like too much of a poser, or a douche, or whatever he could be seen as. Following Daiko's eyes, he noticed that he was staring at the drunk, useless ninja. Waiting for something to happen, Kurame noticed Daiko shake his head, then watched as he moved over to Clyde, and said something that Kurame didn't care enough to listen to to him. He bopped Clyde's nose with his small weapon, causing Kurame to grin. 

"What are you here for, Daiko?" Kurame asked, testing out the new boy's name on his lips cautiously, as if he was naming a curse or something of the like. A million questions ran through his head, but he decided to ask why he was here. All his other specialties were probably going to come spilling from the both of them eventually, Kurame just had to be patient. Grinning as wide as he could, the puppet using ninja shifted the puppet on his back a bit nervously, as the froggie ninja had an aura to him that was a bit spooky, though not super threatening. Kurame decided that the easiest way to keep this new boy happy was to try and be as polite as possible, and nothing like shit face Clyde in the corner. Standing up a bit straighter, Kurame found the confidence to ask another question. "What do you specialize in, Daiko? And, if you know Clyde at all, what does he specialize in?

It was a simple question, didn't seem to have much meaning, but to Kurame, it was the first step to planning on how to defend himself if this encounter went sour. "I use puppets, as you can see." He said, lifting the puppets head over his, the grinning face turning to the side a bit due to gravity. Putting it back, Kurame held out his hand, and one of the puppets, as a joke. Waiting for Daiko to shake either's hand, he shifted on the balls of his feet. The puppeteer wasn't very comfortable around two unfamiliar ninja that were around each other, as they could be planning to rob him, or worse. At least he had Hatsukoi, it seemed like neither of these two ninja had any friends of their own, or at least nobody in their direct group. Going quiet and looking straight ahead at Daiko, Kurame grinned, waiting for his response.

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Thu Mar 05, 2015 8:20 am
Daiko carefully stepped down from his frog, and stood directly in front of the boy he was looking at. He nodded at what the man was saying, committing his name to memory for future reference. "Kurame... Alright. Nice to meet you, Kurame." He then went to go sit on a stump nearby, relaxing as he sat down. "What am I here for?" Daiko had to take a moment to think, as he honestly had no idea why he was here in the first place. Scratching his head, he blinked. "Oh, I think I had to fight someone just a bit ago... We're rebuilding the village Amegakure, and I just noticed you two over here." He then slowly walked over to the puppet, looking at Kurame. "Mind if I look at this?" He didn't really care what he said to that, Daiko was just fascinated with puppets. He slowly lifts the head up, placing a seal on the back of it's neck no larger than a single grain of sand. It was so small to the point where it was unnoticeable. Daiko patted the boy's hand, placing a seal on him too. Oh, the life of a Ninja. Kurame wouldn't notice a thing, and Daiko would walk back to his original position. He shrugs at the next barrage of questions came in. "I specialize in something that ninja know as Space-Time Ninjutsu. It's where I literally use different layers and aspect of time to get what I want. Pretty cool, if I say so myself" Daiko then grabbed at a chain resting idly out of his pocket, gently spinning it around in his hand. It had the weight on the end, and it was entertaining to watch it flip around. 

Daiko then heard a loud ribbit sound, and the frog shifted it's gaze to them. It opened it's mouth slightly, shooting out his tongue up into the air at a speed of 40. There was a loud squishing sound, followed by the tongue coming down with a hornet about the size of a small house. The frog then ate the hornet, chomping down at it and shoving it down his throat. He then slowly glanced over to Kurame whom must have been sitting there in shock as well, saying "H-Holy Shit. That's a huge wasp." Daiko shook his head at this.. discovery of sorts.   He then shook his head, slipping out a single Kunai. "Kurame! Let's have a spar of sorts. I won't destroy your puppets or anything, but I'd like to see how well you'd fare in combat. If you win, I'll give you something. If you lose.. Well..." Daiko shrugs, pointing to Clyde. "Then  you'll be known as Clyde 2." He nodded, knowing that this would get him to fight. In all honesty, who the hell wanted to be like Clyde?

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Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:42 pm
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Clyde wakes up from the alcohol, and looks up to see a man pointing at him talking about something he wasn't awake enough to care about. He sees the forest was fine just as he had left it, and the man he had toyed with was still there. He was drunk earlier, but he had memory. Clyde then remembers all the blood he had shed and innocent lives he took. If Chopper had seen it..... Clyde got a horrified expression on his face imagine Chopper rip him limb from limb. He looks closer at the man to see it was Daiko. Just the person he wanted to see. 

He smirked, and brought out a kunai for Daiko. He could stab Daiko right now, but yet he couldn't. He was unable to harm Daiko from some morals he had left. He puts the kunai back away, and has a facial expression similar of a child sent to time out. Clyde would kill Daiko if he could possibly handle it mentally. Daiko was technically his friend, they had shaken on it. He stayed on the ground making sure to no let anyone take notice of him being awake. He was supposed to be a changed man now, he needs to stop his killing. No doctor should do more harm then good. 

He smiles and just looks over at Daiko. He is my only friend, and yet he is my worst enemy. Clyde smirks, and wonders what Daiko thinks of murder. Was it a action needed at points, a drug, a no no zone? Clyde continued pondering the man in front of him. He could only wonder if the urge to welcome him was stronger then the urge to see him bleed to death. He knew Daiko now had a shield of morals that attacked Clyde with every thought. He still couldn't justify killing Daiko or even come close to bringing himself to do it. 

Clyde lays there smiling at the entire situation. Daiko was a person who wasn't going to stop showing up anytime soon. He had to accept the man, and hoped he had kept it to just the man seeing wolves die. He didn't want a soul looking into what thoughts dance in his head. He laid there with his eyes closed acting like he had passed out, he was curious of what was going to happen next.

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Fri May 15, 2015 2:52 pm
Daiko rolls his eyes, shifting his gaze to the people around him. They seemed to be... frozen? They hadn't moved in what felt like months, so he decided to leave. Hopping from tree to tree, he ignores any and all things that he had recently seen, looking for something more entertaining to do.

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