Earlier.
The meeting chamber with tense with sombre silence at Mito Uzumaki's declaration.
“Are you certain it would work, Mito-sobo?” Tsunade asked, uncertain.
“If I wasn’t why then would I bring it up in a meeting such as this?” Mito shot back calmly, her stern gaze coming to settle on her granddaughter.
“A barrier-jutsu that would prevent the use of Hiraishin within its confines?” T...
2024-04-27 18:37:12 +0000 UTC View PostThe drafts for TBOTUB and SFF have already been outlined. TBOTUB should be ready in a few hours, then I will begin the new upload cycle with SFF[Convergence].
2024-04-23 11:56:13 +0000 UTC View Post
She stood in the doorway, her hands twisting at her sides, fingers knotted like vines. I stood there, arms crossed, waiting. Silence stretched between us, tight and thin like a wire.
"We need to talk," she said.
I stared past her at the hallway, the peeling paint, the flickering light down at the end. My mind was already elsewhere. "We got nothing to talk about."
I moved to walk past her, but she didn’t budge. "This is important," she said, b...
2024-04-23 11:44:04 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Four: Dispute
I sat there, watching Evelyn fumble over her words.
“You... what?” she stammered, disbelief heavy in her voice.
“I triggered.”
“But… there’s like, what, a point one per cent chance of that happening? Didn’t mom have a compound trigger? Doesn’t that make it almost impossible for any of us to become Paranormals?”
I sighed, drawing my knees closer to my chest. “Technically, it’s point zero-nine per cent, but that’s bes...
2024-04-22 16:16:07 +0000 UTC View PostI watched the broadcast with a frown. The screen cast its cold blue glow across the cabin.
“Good evening. We are here at the scene of an unprecedented attack on the Liberty Tower. I'm Nancy Pelosi, and joining me is John Roberts. John, can you give us an update on what we know?”
The feed switched to a man standing in the ruins, smoke curling around him, sirens wailing in the distance. Two Special Police Utility Robots lingered behind ...
2024-04-22 15:27:02 +0000 UTC View PostFrozen in indecision, she stood, her arm poised, reaching for the door handle. Iris was resolute she had no desire to encounter the earl. Not after the manner of his speech nor the words he had uttered to her. Not after the peril he had nearly brought upon herself and her mother.
In hindsight, the princess recognized her folly. To believe she could engage in a battle of wits with such a dishonourable man and anticipate fair play was mere foolishness. Now she...
2024-04-21 14:24:09 +0000 UTC View Post[Excerpt]
Verily, incendiary arrows were cunningly crafted projectiles devised amidst the Low Middle Ages to wreak havoc upon foe forces and edifices. Across the annals of time, the dominions of Udoris did develop and wield flaming arrows as potent implements of warfare. In their earliest guise, these arrows bore tow soaked in oil or resin fastened beneath the arrowhead, primarily aimed at timbered structures. Amidst the Great War, b...
2024-04-21 09:57:54 +0000 UTC View Post
The Sanguine Arts is coming back online in a few hours. Just finished the revamp. It's currently available only on Spacebattles. I will propagate the text to all platforms after a few hours of sleep.
No worries though. Chapters 24 and 25 e...
2024-04-20 21:26:52 +0000 UTC View PostYuna stared into Itachi’s still, unmoving eyes. the boy held her gaze with a steely intent that sent her heart racing again.
Something was wrong.
Killing intent!
Yuna’s instinct flared and she dove to the side without a second thought. “KAI!” The Genjutsu altering her perception shattered to reveal Itachi’s diminutive form as he zipped towards her with a screaming mass of lightning cradled in his palm. Recognition flared in Y...
2024-04-14 21:45:43 +0000 UTC View Post“Five hundred and ninety-eight.”
“Five hundred and ninety-nine.”
“Six hundred! Yosh!”
Yuna rose from her perch as she dusted off her bottom. Smiling, she turned towards the scent of the annoying twerps the Hokage insisted she supervise. They had manoeuvred downwind away from her in an attempt to deprive her of her ability to sniff them out.
The gang, at least, seem not to be incompetent. For that, she was grateful. Getting stuck with kids was al...
2024-04-14 17:15:53 +0000 UTC View PostPort Nagoya - IWAGAKURE
Guren inhaled, drawing in the cool air, heavy with the scent of sun-baked sea salt. The sun hung very low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the tranquil shoreline. The crystal-clear waters of the Hoppo Sea beckoned, their shades shifting from turquoise to deep sapphire as they danced with the light. Waves lapped lazily against the shore, leaving behind delicate frothy patterns in the sand before retreating with a gentle sigh.
To ...
2024-04-10 18:55:43 +0000 UTC View PostPlink!
Plink!
Plink!
Heavy drops hammered relentlessly against rusted metal rooftops, echoing through the labyrinth of alleyways like a symphony of discordant percussion. The city lay shrouded in a cloak of diesel-scented mist, its towering buildings obscured by a thick veil of rain. The streets, slick with rain, oil, and grime, reflected the glow of flickering neon signs like distorted mirrors, wrapping and twisting at the whims ...
2024-02-12 20:52:22 +0000 UTC View PostLAND OF WAVES
History, as is said, was almost always repetitive
Predictable.
In that same line, the Great Shinobi Wars had always been borne of grand causes.
The first, for example, was ignited by a volatile mix of political tension, conflicting ideologies, and disputes over territory and resources. The second was fueled by the proliferation of fear and distrust, and the spontaneous decay of diplomacy amongst the quickly maturing shinobi villages.
The origins of ...
2024-02-02 03:02:46 +0000 UTC View PostWar.
War has always been fickle. Ever-changing. Yet paradoxically the same. Unchanging. It has, for the longest time, been the dark mirror of progress: A period during which some of the greatest advancements had been spawned into existence. A period when humanity's capacity and propensity for violence could further the advancement of the species as a whole.
War has always been an ancient teacher. Like a stern tutor, it imparts the wisdom of resilience, as well as th...
2024-01-30 09:11:45 +0000 UTC View PostChiriku sat cross-legged in solemn meditation, his presence the embodiment of stillness; like a cloistered lake, undisturbed yet deep. Profound. His mind was clear, his senses attuned to the ebb and flow of the Gift of the Sages that permeated his still form. Across from him on a short table, the flames of a candle danced, casting flickering shadows on the walls of the darkened meditation chamber. The air was crisp and in the stillness of the night; he felt at peace. T...
2024-01-15 07:05:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe Land of Wind was not a place that looked kindly upon the feeble. Unforgiving sands and a tyrannical sun dominated this barren wasteland, hardening the few that call it home. The people of Suna, as resilient as the cacti, would thrive where others falter, their spirits unyielding as the endless sands...
This Chiyo believed.
Rasa's death was one storm. The loss of the Shukaku was another. The looming war with Konoha a third. The presence of th...
2024-01-10 09:34:29 +0000 UTC View PostLand of Water
The night was thick with the scent of polished wood and salt air. Terumi took a sip from the delicate, bone china cup cradled in her hands as she stared at the man across from her. His ship, the Sardine was a beast of opulence. Gold-inlaid wooden panels, elegant, blood-red upholstery and intriguing, obviously expensive paintings dominated the interior. A heavy, ornately carved table sat between them. Just based on what she saw, the mizukage reckoned the ve...
2024-01-05 17:22:16 +0000 UTC View PostFugaku, standing tall yet with an air of disbelief, gazed at his youngest, Sasuke. He had never thought he'd see the child again. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken emotions, a mixture of joy, sorrow, and a deep sense of regret. Mikoto clung to the boy, sobbing quietly as she smothered him within her embrace.
"...Oyaji, Kaachan," Sasuke finally spoke up, his voice soft, "...It's been a while."
His mother gave a sniffle as she released him. "Yes, it has," ...
2024-01-02 04:19:23 +0000 UTC View PostThe tatami-matted room was dimly lit by the soft glow of paper lanterns suspended from the ceiling. Sliding window shutters adorned with delicate cherry blossom motifs allowed glimpses of a meticulously manicured garden bathed in the silvery light of the full moon. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the bonsai trees that lined the room's edges.
Seated on zabuton cushions, Lady Marika wore a light robe of deep indigo s...
2023-12-28 13:39:38 +0000 UTC View PostIn the days following the attack, Konoha's population dwindled further. Some fled the village out of fear, and some simply had nowhere else to go. Still, others with ill intent looked to take advantage of the chaos and slip in during the night.
Not many succeeded.
The situation in the village was not ideal, and with a significant number of council seats suddenly vacant, the upper echelons were at a loss as to how to deal with the crisis.
The Hokage had been co...
2023-12-17 20:50:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe first sign that the Leaf had crumbled under the assault came from the great plume of smoke rising over the horizon. From a distance, it was akin to a storm cloud; the haze spreading in a wide arc across the sky had completely blanketed the village, casting a murky shadow over the land, its effects only enhanced by daylight's slow departure beyond the horizon.
An exhausted Sakura sat idly by as older shinobi scurried about the hall of a hastily constructed hospital jus...
2023-12-14 09:51:37 +0000 UTC View PostHe could recall it perfectly; the memory seared into his consciousness. Itachi had been four years old then, a toddler in the eyes of the world but a genius among the Uchiha. As a result, he had been brought to see a mountain of corpses; to see the reality of his existence as a shinobi.
"Father," Itachi whispered as he stared at the corpse of the Iwa-nin he had just killed. "I don't understand ... why did the shinobi try to kill me?"
"This is war," ...
2023-12-10 15:39:09 +0000 UTC View PostA.N.: This arc was starting to feel far too drawn out and fatiguing, which was why I resolved to end it in this chapter and start a fresh one. It's a bit condensed because I didn't want to risk drawing it out longer than it needed to be. I am tired. Really tired.
Also, a new major arc begins after a few more chapters. It is going to be "Great-Shinobi-Warish...?". A bit of a time skip. Some more casual stuff spaced in between. 2023-12-04 02:21:45 +0000 UTC View Post
A massive clawed hand swatted downwards from behind. Hiruzen dodged away from the giant summon, his eyes narrowed in concentration. The beastly Susanoo thrashed against the lance pinning it to the ground, its blade-like tails slashing against the weapon; rabid.
The third leapt again, dodging the gigantic fireball that surged his way, his body flickering out of sight the moment he did. The fireball, seemingly aware of this, turned and followed him before exploding in a gre...
2023-11-24 05:39:12 +0000 UTC View PostIt was all strange.
The crunch of dead leaves underfoot. The musk of rotting foliage. The chill of the morning breeze on her undead flesh. Even with the years that had passed, Mito found that little had changed. The sky was still blue and men still warred like childish fools. To imagine that decades after her death, she would return to find the shinobi world still rife with conflict; unsurprising, still, Mito couldn’t be any more disappointed.
Surrounded by a circ...
2023-11-10 09:00:27 +0000 UTC View PostWarm crimson rays shaded by rising smoke painted a frenetic dance upon the fractured façade of the room. Shattered concrete and splintered wood crunched underfoot as the acrid scent of burnt flesh spread throughout the cave-in.
His stern countenance shrouded by the darkness, Fugaku bore the mark of his clan, his Sharingan aflame with suspicion as he stared at the pale shinobi standing across from him behind twisted metal, rubble, fallen beams and molten debris.
“...
2023-11-03 17:53:39 +0000 UTC View PostThe door to a dimly lit room swung open and in slithered a snake. Pale and grey it was; a serpent on two legs with a visage epicene. Fake.
Orochimaru’s eyes gleamed with malice. Danzo sat across from him, stoic as an eunuch in the Daimyo’s palace. "Ah, Danzo," he purred, voice chiming and tainted with venom like a silver chalice. "Puppetmaster Extraordinaire! It's been a while since you were last at the reins. Now your dearest Konoha ails and here you are, trapped her...
2023-10-23 09:33:26 +0000 UTC View PostItachi stood before a sink as he stared at his haggard reflection in the mirror across from him. Coating his finger in a layer of chakra, he plucked the spent Sharingan in his left eye socket. The expended Dōjutsu fell into his palm with a wet squelch and he stared at it for a long moment, disappointed. It was supposed to be a gift for his beloved child.
Now it was ruined.
With a sigh, Itachi deposited it in a jar before sealing it away, unsure now ...
2023-10-19 05:06:29 +0000 UTC View PostNo one moved.
Konan’s eyes did not leave Itachi even as she split her attention to watch the other Uchiha lying face-first in the dirt before her. Tobi’s—or rather, Madara’s—unpredictability made him an outlier even amongst the most eccentric of their members; she did not know what to make of his offer to remain neutral in this altercation with a proven traitor. Had he known of Itachi’s continued involvement with Konoha? Was he also a traitor to the...
2023-10-18 23:30:46 +0000 UTC View Post