Leaf District

[Baldhead]

"Sensei, don't interfere."

Gyoken’s voice was firm, unwavering, as he slipped through Takashi’s grip, his body surging forward with determination. He was choosing his own path, choosing to face Tenbo head-on, despite the overwhelming danger that lay before him. Takashi exhaled through his nose, watching the young Uchiha rush ahead. He remained standing in front of the massive tree, one hand lazily moving behind his head as he leaned back with an air of relaxation. But despite his seemingly uncaring posture, his Byakugan was fully activated. Pale and piercing, veins bulging near his temples as he tracked every movement around him with razor-sharp clarity.

"Well, I tried to save you the pain."

Takashi said for himself , his tone laced with dry amusement.

"But I guess no one can stop a true prodigy once he sets his mind to something."

His gaze flickered back to the tree behind him. The deep mark being carved into it, shaped after Gyoken’s body upon the impact. A testament to the sheer force Gyoken hit it with and his durability. Yet, the boy was back on his feet, stubborn as ever. Turning his head, Takashi’s focus shifted to the battlefield before him. Moving between the two Uchiha’s as he thought for himself.

“Master versus student hm.”

It was a fate he had hoped to avoid. And yet, now that it was unfolding before him, he found himself fascinated. Would Gyoken be able to push Tenbo? Could he force his mentor to exert himself, to reveal more than just the suffocating superiority of a master’s control? Or would this be an utterly one-sided affair—a demonstration of the gap between them? Only time would tell, Takashi leaned forward slightly, eyes never leaving the fight. His stance was still relaxed, yet there was an unspoken readiness beneath the surface. If Gyoken found himself in over his head, would Takashi step in? Or perhaps… if Tenbo showed his true fangs, would he be the one who needed to be stopped? No matter the outcome, Takashi would be ready.

Location: Forest of Death
Main Posting Order: Gyoken -> Tenbo -> Takashi
Secondary PostingOrder: Yugo (Optional) -> Akitsuki (Opitonal) -> Kokezaru Sarugami -> Yaju Inuzuka ->
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll


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[Mellow]

The sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, casting warm golden hues across the bustling streets of Konohagakure’s market district. The air buzzed with the rhythmic calls of vendors, the scent of fresh produce, spices, and sizzling skewers mixing into an aromatic blend that carried on the gentle breeze. The streets were alive with shinobi and civilians alike, weaving between stalls, laughing, bartering, and engaging in the simple joys of daily life. Among the throng, Hachiro Rinha walked in measured silence, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his sharp gaze flitting between the many sights of his new home. He had only been accepted into the village recently, granted a place in Konohagakure by Lord Inoka, but the reality of it all still felt foreign. The village was warm and full of life—so different from the more isolated existence he had known before. Yet, even in the warmth of the setting sun and the hum of camaraderie around him, Hachiro remained reserved, keeping to himself as he moved through the crowd. He passed a flower shop, its display of vibrant petals shifting in the wind, the faint fragrance of lilies and chrysanthemums trailing after him. A kunoichi stood outside, adjusting the arrangement of them. Further down, the ringing clang of steel filled the air as a weapons shop displayed freshly polished kunai and short swords. Hachiro lingered only briefly, his keen eyes scanning the craftsmanship before moving on. This was the kind of place he would normally stop at—but not today. Today, he was just trying to take it all in.​

Then, as he turned the corner, an entirely different aroma caught his attention—the unmistakable scent of broth, grilled pork, and fresh noodles. His steps slowed and his hazel eyes lifting to see the small yet renowned building nestled at the corner of the street; Ichiraku Ramen. For a brief moment, Hachiro simply stood there, watching as a pair of civilians ducked beneath the shop’s curtain, laughter spilling from their lips as they found their seats. It was an unassuming place, small compared to the grand restaurants and teahouses scattered across the village. With a quiet exhale, he pushed forward, stepping beneath the noren curtains and into the cozy establishment. The moment he entered, the warm scent of ramen fully enveloped him, carrying with it a strange sense of comfort he hadn’t expected. Behind the counter stood a man his hands deftly working a pot of simmering broth.
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Worker: Welcome! Haven’t seen you around before. First time at Ichiraku?​

Hachiro: Yea, I'm new here.​

Worker: Then I’ll whip you up something special. First-time customers deserve a good introduction.​

Hachiro didn’t protest, simply giving a small shrug as he leaned back slightly, letting his hands rest on the counter. As he waited, he listened—to the bubbling broth, to the sizzling of freshly cut pork, to the faint chatter of other customers enjoying their meals. The quiet solitude he usually preferred didn’t feel quite so heavy here. Within minutes, the man placed a steaming bowl in front of him. The rich scent of the broth was nearly overwhelming, the perfectly cooked noodles curling beneath layers of sliced pork, green onions, and a perfectly halved boiled egg. The steam curled into the air, carrying with it a promise of something undeniably comforting. Hachiro picked up the chopsticks and hesitated for only a second before taking his first bite. The moment the flavors hit his tongue, he felt something unexpected—a sense of belonging. He wasn’t sure why, but this simple bowl of ramen, in this small shop, made the vast village around him feel just a little bit more like home.
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Worker: Good, Huh?​

Hachiro: Yea.. Not bad. Probably some of the best i've had in a long time.​

Current Location: Ichiraku Ramen Shop
Posting Order: Hachiro → ???
Post Time Limit (PTI): 1-3 Days.
Skip Points: ll​

 

[LucianRedgrave]

Yaju let out a heavy sigh realizing just why he didn’t really care for looking after genin or even civilian children for that matter. It was always a matter of survival of the fittest in his eyes and while genin were the fittest in their bracket of children that didn’t exactly mean they made the most sound decisions. He rubbed his bearded chin as he played back what happened between gyoken and even the genin from the cloud district . Even his hounds seemed to muse over the same idea. They knew just how much disaster came from the ill prepared even now as he stood dancing around his own mind deciding which one of the children he’d been tasked with would actually be capable of leading a squad on their own in the event he needed to leave them to their own devices. He let out a chuff and shook his head disregarding the idea in the meantime. However just as he was going to lean more into the idea of needing to actually train them, his hounds began perking up. Their ears like an array of satellites and their noses nothing short of impeccable as they drank in every scent within the forest. Had one been peering within their minds it would’ve been as if they were working in a corporate office. The smells were being filed and categorized by threat, human, nonhuman, bipedal, winged, it didn’t matter the very forest they were standing in was being picked apart with ease. It was likely everyone who had come here to play koi with the children he had been tasked with training had forgotten just why he was amongst one of the oldest individuals from his generation of shinobi. A taste of primordial instinct was all that was waiting for them. The thing that drove the world in its entirety into the depths of depravity was the very same thing Yaju aimed to belay upon them.

Yaju’s nose was already on the prowl just the same as the hounds he held under his command. His tongue traced over the slick metal canine’s he possessed as he could smell the very nature of the battle happening within the depths of the forest. His hounds stood on edge, no longer sitting on their haunches as they bared their teeth to the unseen, but not unnoticed enemy, their scent a pungent smell of disarray and Uchiha folly. That was the thing about nature it was always so unforgiving, whether it was human or bestial it didn’t matter in the end. Yaju almost let out the same chuckle he stifled before as he removed the tinted shades that decorated his rigid cheek bones as he now bore a smile something many hadn’t seen from the old shinobi in quite some time as it subsided and he clicked his tongue as if striking steel against flint to ignite a flame an audible “tsk” escaping into the dense forest air. The only thing that followed was the subtle disappearance of everyone present both Yaju and his hounds alike, their forms erupting into nothing but a disruption of dirt and debris as they headed to the scene.

Upon closer examination one could find that rather than a singular hidden observer and two present ones. Gyoken and Tenbo would find their plight not amongst themselves but with the hound of Konoha itself, Yaju Inuzuka. His lavender eyes leaden with chakra as if he were one of those blessed with visual acuity. As if under the watchful gaze of a predator Gyoken, Tenbo and Takashi alike would find that the very air they breathed was being imposed upon. It was likely the tailed beast that resided in Gyoken would pick up on the change in presence, perhaps everyone involved in the equation would find their visual acuity capable of witnessing the beast that stood before them. Yaju’s arrival was silent as he now stood between Takashi bridging the gap between the aforementioned and the two locked in combat. Yaju had no intention of hiding himself in fact when Gyoken had launched his azure fireball he could find had he averted his gaze or even afforded his other sense even an ounce of his attention that Yaju was standing directly in front of Tenbo some feet away from the duo waiting for the dust to settle. Upon Yaju’s arrival the only thing to dance on the air other than the words of those present was that of a bestial call. Thunderous in design a cacophony of howls filled the forest air causing even the most steeled creatures within to flee from their instinctual task. Had Tenbo aptly dealt with the attack delivered by Gyoken he would find Yaju standing amidst the fray, his eyes filled with fervor. Once the dust settled they could all find Yaju speaking to gather the attention of everyone present both seen and unseen. He and his hounds alike could smell everyone present, that was the thing about those of the Inuzuka clan there was only ever so many ways one could mask their true presence, the scent their mothers and fathers bestowed upon them. The very thing that made their makeup so unique that only one shinobi had ever truly managed to perform such a feat as a means to deter trackers and that figure wasn’t among the congregation on this day. Yaju’s words would cut through the air with a level of sharpness matched only by that of the blades shinobi so often carried.

“I hope your feet move faster than your mouth Tenbo, picking on children is beneath even a rodent like you…” His lavender gaze is a stark contrast amongst the pale gaze of Takashi Hyuga and more importantly that of Gyoken and Tenbo alike. As for the rodents Tenbo called his own and even that hidden serpent that found its watchful gaze prying upon the contents of the battle to come it was going to be clear just what kind of tone had been set. Had Gyoken gone unscathed amidst his interaction with Tenbo with gunbai in hand he could find Yaju speaking to him as well.

“Stand aside boy, the petty squabbles of your clan can bare to wait a little longer.”

Location: Forest of Death
Posting Order: Gyoken -> Tenbo -> Yugo (Optional) -> Akitsuki (Opitonal) -> Kokezaru Sarugami -> Yaju Inuzuka
Post Time Limit (PTI): 3 Days.
Skip Points: ll

 

[Dante]

The air in the room hung heavy with the weight of Shijo's thoughts, his fingers delicately adjusting the headband that marked his identity. It was the final piece of his ensemble, the symbol of his connection to the Uchiha clan and the past he was beginning to outgrow. The headband, with its insignia, had once been a source of pride for him, but now it felt more like a burden—a reminder of the village that had long ago turned its back on ambition and change.
Shijo stood in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with eyes that mirrored the crimson of the Sharingan. A single, fleeting thought danced across his mind: What was the cost of ambition?

He had come to realize that his desires for power were not driven by a mere thirst for dominance, but a need to reshape everything that had been broken by the weakness of those before him. His clan, his people, had been fragmented, controlled by outdated ideals and led by those who lacked the resolve to see it through to greatness. The previous clan lord, in his eyes, had been a relic of the past, too caught up in preserving what was already lost.

A slow sigh escaped Shijo's lips as he continued to examine himself in the mirror. The long, dark locks of his hair fell across his shoulders in a way that suggested the weight of his lineage. But even beneath his cool exterior, a fire burned—one that pushed him beyond the boundaries of loyalty, beyond the comfort of tradition.

He turned, stepping away from the mirror and walking towards the door, the floor beneath him cold as his bare feet carried him with purpose. He had made his decision. The time had come to act. The clan would follow him—whether they knew it or not. There would be no more waiting for the right moment.

The sound of the door creaking open was almost imperceptible, yet to Shijo, it felt like the beginning of something monumental. His hand grasped the cold handle, and for a moment, he hesitated. Was he truly ready to sever his ties with his past? Could he bring himself to lead those he had once shared a home with into a new, uncertain future?

With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, stepping into the night air. The path ahead was murky, but it was his to walk, and for the first time in a long while, Shijo felt as though he was finally free.

The village would soon know the name of Shijo Uchiha, and they would either bend to his will or face the consequences. The conquest had begun, but given that he was more calculative than many others the Uchiha would not simply just begin aimlessly, he rather sowed the seeds of misfortune and despair within the ranks of the Uchiha. It would all start with misconceptualization and misdirections of the previous Uchiha regime, there were rumors and hushes around the clan. As Shijo walked within the compound there could be those who feared what he stood for scrutinising him out of fear. Though many did not know what he was about, he of course made his silence talk so much.


Tenbo was his master now but not many knew of this alignment. It was something that the kept a well secret, but his push for the crown of Uchiha Lord was solely the idea of Tenbo who sought to have a pawn or a subject within his ranks take the reins of Uchiha Lord.

Location: The Uchiha Compound

Posting Order: Shijo Uchiha → ???
Post Time Limit (PTL): 3 Days.
Skip Points: lll​

 

[Reigetsu]

Sōma stood still near the entrance of the Hidden Leaf Village, her violet eyes distant and unfocused. The weight of old memories pressed against her mind like a suffocating fog, dragging her back to the cold, sterile glow of the operating room—the sensation of scalpels carving into her flesh, the icy burn of chakra metal fusing with bone, the hollow ache where her original organs had been replaced. She could almost hear the murmured voices of the doctors, the clinking of surgical tools, and the thick scent of antiseptic in the air.

Her fingers twitched.

A sudden gust of wind brushed against her face, carrying the scent of fresh leaves and damp earth—a stark contrast to the clinical sterility of her memories. The sound of distant chatter and footsteps grounded her once more. She blinked. Once. Twice. The world sharpened around her.

She was here. Not in the past. Not in that room.

Sōma exhaled slowly, steadying her breath. Her hands instinctively moved to the fabric of her cloak, gripping it as if to reassure herself of her presence in the now. Her gaze settled on the girl approaching her—a Hyūga, if she had to guess. But those violet eyes… they weren’t like the pale, ghostly ones she had come to associate with the clan.

She remained still as a statue, her face blank yet not unwelcoming. Her fingers twitched slightly before she tucked them into the folds of her cloak. There was no need for words—not that she could speak them anyway. Instead, Sōma tilted her head in silent acknowledgment of Baiyō’s presence. Her expression remained unreadable, but there was no hostility in her stance. If anything, a quiet curiosity lingered in her eyes as she studied the girl before her.

She raised a single brow, as if to ask: And who might you be?

Baiyō observed the younger girl with both curiosity and caution, her gaze flicking around in search of someone accompanying her. Yet, as she scanned the surroundings, she found no one claiming responsibility for the stranger. Finally, she turned her full attention back to the girl before her, tilting her head with an unreadable expression "Hey, kid, you need help or something?" Baiyō asked, Sōma rolled her eyes at the Hyūga girl's assumption that she required assistance. Still, since she was already here, she might as well get some answers. Reaching into her pouch, she pulled out a notepad and a pencil, quickly scribbling a message before flipping it around for Baiyō to read.

The older girl leaned in and read the words: Can you take me to the Hokage's office?

Baiyō blinked, looking back at Sōma "Oh! S-Sure, I can do that," she replied, quickly clearing her throat, feeling a bit embarrassed for assuming the girl was waiting for someone. It was clear now that she had come alone—possibly a new transfer from another village. Yet, as Baiyō glanced over her, she noticed something odd.

No headband…?

The realization made her even more curious. Who exactly was this girl?

Sōma smiled and proceeded to walk past the Hyūga girl, wasting little time on chitchat. Baiyō quickly caught up, keeping pace with the blonde stranger, who seemed eager to reach their destination. Leading the way, Baiyō guided Sōma through the bustling marketplace, where various items and products were displayed for sale. The rich aroma of sizzling meats, fresh produce, and spices filled the air, making Sōma’s stomach growl. She hadn’t eaten much since leaving the inn, and her body still ached from the procedures. Maybe some food wouldn’t hurt.

She stopped near a meat stand, where two men were hard at work—cooking, dicing, and seasoning meat before skewering it with bell peppers and onions. The scent was intoxicating, so rich and savory that Sōma found herself salivating, her gaze locked onto the skewers. Unbeknownst to her, Baiyō had noticed. Without a word, she pulled out her wallet and paid for four spicy cumin lamb and vegetable skewers. Handing two of them to Sōma, she smirked as the younger girl hesitated for a moment before accepting, her cheeks tinged with an embarrassed blush.

Sōma gave the men a small bow of gratitude, and they waved back, bowing slightly in return, hoping for their return in the future.

The moment Sōma bit into the skewered meat, the explosion of spice and flavor made her pause. She would be coming back to this stand later. But for now, she was satisfied with what she had.
Hokage Mansion....

Sōma and Baiyō spent most of the walk in silence after finishing their meals. The Hyūga girl wasn’t sure what to say to this girl who hadn’t uttered a single word—not a peep, not a sound. However, from her behavior alone, Baiyō was able to gather some insight into who she was dealing with. The girl carried herself with courtesy and politeness, her formality evident in the way she interacted with others. She was easily embarrassed by simple things, yet she kept herself closed off, like a book that refused to be opened. Baiyō speculated that Sōma might be from a royal family or a prestigious clan that had instilled in her strict etiquette, both at home and in public.

“I can take you to the Hokage and wait for ya outside,” Baiyō offered.

Sōma merely shrugged before walking into the building, Baiyō following beside her. They approached the receptionist, and Baiyō informed her that a transfer had arrived. The receptionist nodded in acknowledgment and gestured for them to proceed.

The pair made their way upstairs, walking through the massive building. Sōma glanced around, silently noting the differences between this place and the Mizukage’s office when her father had been in power. Way different.

Soon, the two girls arrived at the Hokage’s office. Sōma had finally reached her destination—she was ready to find her calling.

Baiyō knocked on the door before turning to leave, intending to let Sōma speak with the Hokage alone. However, before she could go, Sōma reached out, gesturing with her hands for Baiyō to stay.
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