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 Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:09 pm
This is pretty much a large lake, called the Lake of Faith simply because of a legend that says some goddess was risen here by the faith of her followers. Not much else to say about it, except it's a popular training spot and relaxation spot.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:20 pm
♠≈*∞*≈♠ Strike Fast, Strike Hard ♠≈*∞*≈♠
Akisame was tired. How else would you explain the downside to how active he usually was? Running, training, fighting, always trying to be better than he is. It wasn't until he'd collapsed from exhaustion that he decided he'd had enough. Yawning and stretching, all anyone would see is his white, gray, and red outfit sticking out against the blue of the lake water from a distance, but even that would be enough to let anyone know who saw him that he was Akisame Misuto, the resident suicidal genin who didn't know when to give up. Shrugging, Akisame laid himself out along the grass a few feet from the water, closing his eyes to get some rest.
♠≈*∞*≈♠ Never Give Up, Never Surrender ♠≈*∞*≈♠
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:56 pm
Gilbert carried a book in his hands he had picked up from a library. Sitting down by the water he loved this place for it was relaxing. Opening the book he had already started to read. He loved this place as a child and still did as a teen.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:41 pm
× × ×××××××××××××××××××××××××→Kyuuji Iwaku←××  ××××××××G R A S SX X S H O D A IX XK U S A K A G EX XR E T I R E D
Bend, Fold, and Press it.
The Truth never changes.
A small green mantis sat still amongst the grasses on the lakes shore, staring with black eyes at the boy reading near the water. Calmly the mantis waited until the boy was thoroughly engrossed in his book. Then in the blink of an eye the origami mantis shifted into the form of Kyuuji, a perfect replica.
Silent as the stars above, the middle-aged ninja moved next to the boy and sat down in his peripherals. Quietly Kyuuji plucked some grass and began to weave it into a conical hat. His deft hands formed an elaborate geometric pattern as he waited for the boy to notice him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:36 pm
 Gilbert Beilschmidt
"The bipolar orphane"
₴ ♦ ₴ Insane ₴ ♦ ₴ Genin ₴ ♦ ₴ Kusagakure ₴ ♦ ₴ Posion maker(Paralyzer) ₴ ♦ ₴The book was interesting as it told stories of the past, he had already read the book before and loved to read it again and again to relearn each story. But for now his mind wuld have to wait to finish the story of the ages as Gilbert heard a sound next to him and turned his head to see the man from earlier. Raising a eyebrow, he wondered how the man got there and he just now noticed. There was something differnt, Gilbert's eyes were blue, not red, how is that? His hair more blondish, was it the sun playing tricks? Nope. "Hello!" The boy smiled at the man, having yet to catch his name or remember it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:24 pm
× × ×××××××××××××××××××××××××→Kyuuji Iwaku←×× ××××××××G R A S SX X S H O D A IX XK U S A K A G EX XR E T I R E D
Bend, Fold, and Press it.
The Truth never changes.
Never once did the retired Kage stumble in his weaving. He looked up into Gilbert's eyes, noticing the color differences but not betraying that anything was out of the ordinary. The hat was almost completed, the intricate geometric sequences coming together to form a Fuin-jutsu, not that the boy would ever notice.
With the finishing touches added to the hat Kyuuji handed the art piece to the boy saying, "you should be old enough to wear one of these now" Children in kusa did not wear the hats, it was custom that they should be allowed to see the world through innocent eyes before they become attuned to the ways of their forefathers.
The seal on the hat would not perceptibly alter the boy's chakra, but it would hinder any irregularities and seek to stabilize the internal and external flows of chakra about the boy. Should he choose to accept it, and wear it.
"Well, it hardly seems fair that I know your name, Gilbert-kun, when you can not put a name as to who I am," Kyuuji said in light heart, implying both meaning of the statement he had made. Continuing jovially, the older ninja rambled out, "I am Kyuuji Iwaku, sometimes known as Shika Shin. Former Kusakage, a humble sojourner of this fair world. Perhaps you've heard of me? Most likely not. I have been told that I like my own company too much to achieve any notoriety, and I am by far too straight-laced to achieve any infamy. Not that being alive for over three decades doesn't bring about its fair share of enemies."
The crafty ninja paused, tilted his head to look over the lake and then added as if in hind sight, "Ah, but what do the likes of a young ninja like you have need of the drivel of an old man past his prime. None I say. So what say you, Gilbert of the army of innumerable blades?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:55 pm
Gilbert Beilschmidt
"The bipolar orphane"
₴ ♦ ₴ Insane ₴ ♦ ₴ Genin ₴ ♦ ₴ Kusagakure ₴ ♦ ₴ Posion maker(Paralyzer) ₴ ♦ ₴ Such ramblings...Gilbert listened quietly tot he old man who he know knew as 'Kyuuji'. A hat? What use is a hat? He accepted the hat and turned it over in his hands, examining the artwork and texture, the feeling of it and it's color. His blue eyes scanned every inch of it out of curiosity other than precauton. His bipolar sides were differnt in many ways with the blue eyed boy being innocent, shy, and a curious genius. While the red eyed boy would be a insane, brave and cautious genius. It was a mystery as to how he was born with it but even in the younger days of him he had used the red more than blue. "What is it? A hat out of grass? Gilbert-kun is confused, kyuuji-san." There was also the thing where the blue tended to say his own name in third person at times. He set a marker to place his spot carefully in his booka nd closed it, setting it aside to put on the hat and smile back at the man named Kyuuji. Hearing the start or rather try-start of a story, Gilbert's eyes flashed the blood red as he spoke but they turned to blue again. "Oh but Gilbert loves stories! Why, what do you think he was reading?" Gilbert's mouth agape a bit to smile with pleading blue eyes as the wind blew him to his side for he was clumsy. He sat back up embarrassed. Deciding the grass was too comfortable he layed back down and tilted the hat to cover one eye as the other looked at Kyuuji. The breeze and the softness of grass made his lazier but he wanted to hear that story. "Hmm...I wonder if it will be a story of one of his battles?? Maybe of his childhood? Either way it's a story so it has to be good!" He sat back up before dowsing into slumber as he rubbed the back of his head. "Hey Kyuuji-san, earlier in the office when you spoke to me, you sounded like you knew me before we had ever met, how is that?" He asked, feeling so curious as he put both hands behind his hand and tilted it up to look at the sky and his sleeves rolled down to reveal about three dull senbon there with what seemed to be clear and liquid flowing in them on both arms.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 9:45 pm
× × ×××××××××××××××××××××××××→Kyuuji Iwaku←×× ××××××××G R A S SX X S H O D A IX XK U S A K A G EX XR E T I R E D
Bend, Fold, and Press it.
The Truth never changes.
Chuckling softly the retired Kage replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "I listen to the whispers of the grass, one should never forsake listening, or rather unadulterated observation. This is the first and most important of the shinobi skills." Pausing slightly Kyuuji tilted his head to the side and chuckled out, "you are only as good as your mastery in the basic shinobi skills. For example, as a Gennin you are very unskilled. Though you may have potential, you have very little idea on how to use your talents. Just now, had i wished you harm, you would be dead. I came upon you and like the young sprout you are you hadn't the foggiest. Should it have been my inclination you would have been, at the very least, taking an unexpected swim."
Scratching his chin lightly Kyuuji flashed Gilbert a wicked grin, "From now on, should we meet, I will come upon you whilst you are unaware and perform some mischief to you." Taking a breath the old man smiled softly and continued, "I will come upon you making movement mistakes typical of a gennin, then we will see how you progress."
Regardless of the boy's opinion in the matter Kyuuji was decided. He believed that all Shinobi in a nation were responsible for caring for their charges. It is ok to have a single tap root, to draw sustenance from, but every plant has many feeder roots to hold it down and draw from the wealth of its environment. Thus no opportunity is barred from education, and everyone is prospered. So it was in Kusagakure.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 10:04 pm
Gilbert Beilschmidt
"The bipolar orphane"
₴ ♦ ₴ Insane ₴ ♦ ₴ Genin ₴ ♦ ₴ Kusagakure ₴ ♦ ₴ Posion maker(Paralyzer) ₴ ♦ ₴ He took the baby chick off his shoulder and petted it softly. The words of the man made his smile fade to a more serious stature. Closing his eyes as he petted the chick. "If you did intend harm, I would be swimming with the fishes. But I am no sprout!" He hated being called a sprout, it ment being weak and small. Vulnerable and short. He sighed and growled at the man with a low tone then spoke again, "I'll be watching for your mischeif, you must watch your back for the same." It was a slight threat to pull mischief on Kyuuji also. But the red Gilbert had a nasty idea of pranks. The chick bounced on his lap happily chirping away, like he could not hear the words spoken. It seemed after minutes of waiting for a response the boy turned back to blue and sadley walked away.
[/exit]
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