[Senju Kazuto]

It all happened in the blink of an eye, for one second his eyes caught a glimpse of his wife as she dealt with the phalanx of enemy that sought to fell her and their client. His heart stopped for a second as thoughts of the worse came and went at the edge of his his mind. But all concern felt moot as an earth shattering bang rocket the mountain, another cascade of debris fell down the mountain, the sounds of boulders crashing like the striking of thunder in the distance. As dust settled and Kazuto looked ahead, he would see Miho ahead, fingers flicking currents of air, striking in an unseen way as she took the fight to them, carrying the fight with a ferocity unheard of from her, as if she had become a goddess of war made flesh, equally parts terrible as she was beautiful. As the sound of battle continued ahead and the screams of the enemy became filled with fear, the wolves that remained howled again, pointing with their noses towards them as the shape of shadows was dispelled by the faint light of campfires, half a dozen of them moving towards him as they sought to overwhelm him by sheer numbers. His hand began to flick hand seals, chakra deepening to the earth that as a white tree of blooming pink and silver petals emerged. Undaunted the enemy in midnight clad advanced forward before the petals detached, reading swords, preparing techniques to what seemed to be an easy target. Charging screams became those of surprise and then agony as a stream of coalescent cherry blossoms engulfed them, ripping them apart as the flesh of a prey is torn by a predator. They tried toe escape, but as they did they would be cut down as they were swallowed by a hail of steel. A second wave and kept their distance, the reach of the petals surprising them before the survivors engaged with the Senju in close combat, the clank of swords as the Senju backed and dodged, parrying blows, away before wind slithered on the edge of his blade and he began to chip away at their blades, scoring hits on armors, pressing forward with his mechanical form, he ducked and weaves forcing one to strike where the other would defend and so on until his sword cut through flesh and bone of one and cut the hands of a second in a swift stroke that send him to the ground in shock. Standing over his vanquished foe at the dying of the blossoms, Kazuto let sigh of relief, the adrenaline leaving him as the sound of battle died and was interrupted by the confused mumblings of traders and travelers. "I guess... that it is for now." He said holding his sword before the man that was alive but defeated. "Who is behind the attacks?" The man turned his sight to him, skin clammy and eyes filled with confusion and pain. "Not telling you a thing... Konoha scum... We will kill the traveler and you and that..." Words ended in a sanguine gurgle, as the swing of the sword ended the man in a second, leaving him with more questions than answers, his eyes going back to the client and finding him and a few scared heads poking from behind the wagon.

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Jutsu Used:

NAME: Mokuton: Senbonzakura [Wood Release: Thousand Cherry Blossoms]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Medium [Continuous]
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Mokuton
HANDSEALS: 6
DESCRIPTION:

By using the innate qualities of Mokuton to create foliage and vegetation, the user create a blooming tree of cherry blossoms, either from the very soil or from preexisting vegetation. The tree itself expires shortly after its birth, however the petals of the cherry blossoms remain, as with chakra they harden and sharpen, gaining the constitution and sharpness of a dagger.

With a command of the user, the petals detach from the branches coalescing into a single stream of thousands of steel hard petal with a radius of thirty meters. As enemies are met by a hail of daggers that can assault from multiple angles and even encircle the opponent as it threatens to shred and cut through them. Normally once the technique ends the petals wither and die, although the user can keep the petals alive so long he feeds chakra to them.


NAME: Fūton: Shinkūjin [Wind Release: Vacuum Blade]
RANK: C
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu
ELEMENT: Fūton
DESCRIPTION:
The user exhales wind-infused chakra onto a weapon in order to increase its sharpness, range and lethality. For example, the user can infuse a kunai to resemble a makeshift scimitar or infuse shuriken to increase their range and cutting power.

SA Used:

The Branching Path

A true-born Senju, Kazuto has mastered Mokuton. Hailed as the one greatest master of the Kekkei Genkai, his abilities with Mokuton are held in high regard, mastering the many techniques for which the clan is renown whilst also bending his ingenuity to create a discipline of his own referred by those within the clan as merely the branching path and by him as Senbonzakura. His techniques can either be great in power and scope or subtle and deceptively simple, creating either durable wooden constructs, imaginative tools for a wide range of occasions or deadly hails storms of cherry blossom petals which Kazuto wields with great mastery.

Might of Heroes


Descendant of a great lineage, the blood of great and legendary heroes of the clan courses through the veins of Kazuto as they do with any other Senju. As such he has been bestowed with robust pools of chakra upon his birth. Through intense training and countless missions these pools of chakra have expanded quite considerably, becoming a Furnace of Might within him, allowing him to fight for longer periods of time and casting powerful techniques without much concern to run out of stamina. Although this chakra makes his control suffer, his impressive reserves make up for this deficit in control.

Paragon of War

His mind is as keen and sharp as blade recently sharpened by a whetstone. Through the learning of tactics, records, on field experience and on the fly ingenuity, the Senju is able to plan before, during and after a fierce fray. It is thanks to this that he can discern the correct course of action and what stratagems and actions should he take. He is able to read and keep the Flow of Battle as flexible as possible. His tactics range from the most subtle ambush within dark corridors to even the most brutal and grim battlefield.

[Senju Miho]

Precious Cargo

The medic's charge began to slow as she found the remaining piece of lumber now reduced to that of a small log. Yet, in the end, the damage her arrival had caused had prompted much of the forces against her to begin a swift retreat. As she looked on briefly, she'd catch sight of one man seeming to try and limp after the others. It seemed right to attempt to gain some answers, as she began to make her way in his direction. Her approach was slow, clearly confident enough in the state of his appearance that he could do little harm to her. Yet as she moved in, a swift glint of metal was enough to prompt her to move to the side, her body side-stepping to the left in time to avoid it. "Enough..." Miho would say this calmly as she then proceeded to take hold of the man's shoulder, turning him to his back as she leaned over him, her knee planted into the ground as she hovered with her Tanto now drawn from her back-sheath. "You will now answer my questions as to the reasoning for this attack...and why such numbers were devoted to a small caravan..." There was a moment of struggling, but the face covered youth would soon find himself becoming less rebellious as he realized his disadvantage. ---------------------- As things began to settle at the camp, Kazuto having already dealt with the ambush that had tried to abduct them, the head merchant would sigh as he looked to the damage done and the members of his band that were injured. "This ain't good..with half my people barely capable of walking...we aren't in great shape..." Running his hand through his greying hair, he'd then bow toward the shinobi with a calm expression. "Still..we owe ya both...thank you..." From the darkness of the woods, Miho would return, her hands clearly dirty as she began to rub them against the grass as they were stained with signs of blood. As she looked around briefly, she'd find her husband as she began to speak to him. "I managed to get one to speak...he was not in the best condition but he was willing to cooperate with some persuasion..." In saying this, she'd look over her shoulder to indicate that the man was now following behind her, his body still in worse shape, but his injured leg now bandaged and clearly cared for. "He has much to say....a lot of it dealing with our client and the reasoning behind this level of attack..." "Ain't no way it can be any good considering what they just did ma'am...." "I ask only that you hear him out...they seem to be quite desperate....and with what just happened...we aren't in any better condition..." SPOILER: Click to show -Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Samurai Legacy The Adachi clan was a prominent group of samurai that were established within Tetsu no Kuni(The Land of Iron), before the group transferred a select few to the Hidden Leaf Village as to their alliance to Konohagakure. These traits have been ingrained into the girl very soul as she carries their blood within her. As such, along with the training she received from her father and those in the clan, Miho has developed enhanced reflexes. This allows her to react much more quickly in combat, better enabling her to avoid dangerous situations and defend herself almost instantaneously than normal. Enhanced Chakra Control Training within the land of Snakes has given more than just experience in Senjutsu, it as also taught her precise control over her chakra and it's supply available to her in exact moments of need. Though she never fully mastered Senjutsu, her ability to control and execute techniques with limited resources have proven to display an understanding of control over her own supply of internal energy and granted her the ability to make each strike count, knowing full well that it might be her last attempt at making an impact against a pressing opponent. -Tools Used- x Miho's Gear

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"We're not out of the woods yet." Kazuto heard himself speak, in his silence looking at the damage that had been wrought. Out of the five carts two where damaged, their wheels destroyed after the attack, the people that rode in them fared no better, with injuries from a shallow cut to what seemed to be fractured bones in the frenzy and the man that had fallen from his wagon before, the oxen used as beats of burden were too rowdy, some cut off from the train while others huffed nervously. Options slowly started to become more and more limited, the Senju realized. As he heard steps behind him he would turn back, seeing his wife and finding relief that she seemed whole, her hands bloodied but not by taking her fury beyond what was necessary. "I agree with her." Kazuto said, looking at the merchant and then to the man that she had trapped and managed to convince to talk. Weaving a hand sign from the ground a stump was produced and with a wave of his hand he invited the captured enemy to sit. He did so, uneasily, looking first at him and then at Miho. As he sat before him, he would reach to his satchel and produce a canteen, filled with water. "Drink." He offered and with the same unease of a beast in captivity the man took the canteen and carefully unscrewed the cap before taking a drink and nodding. "Thanks..." He muttered and returned the container. "Alright then, speak." He said and the man before him began his tale. What came did little to surprise him. It was the tale of a man that knew as much as his employer would tell him which was in turn what the client who had hired their group. But as the unfolded the man behind him would frown, his sounds of disbelief of who had send the group after them. "No, that's impossible... Heichachi was my business partner. We parted ways amicably. Why would he do this." He said in confounded tone. Scratching his chin the Senju would raise to his feet and look at the man. "Simple." He told the man, facing him and looking at him with a serious expression lining his features. "He saw that you were moving out this merchandise, if you parted away then he must have a grudge. If he takes you out then he can take your business." It was the best he could do with the information given before he turned to the man that they had held captive. Reaching for his satchel again he would some of the dry rations to the man who caught it uneasily. "Leave, if you go that way you will reach a town before sundown, you can't fight in that condition, if you return I won't be as kind." He told the man, remarking that part and he could gulp before he left, hobbling away in pain and fading into darkness. Looking back at the scene of devastation left from the battle his faced turned grim as the prospect to continue moving. They had few hours left until the sun would peer from the east. They didn't have much time to repair the vehicles nor to look for the rest of oxen that could aid pulling them. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he would look at both Miho and the client. "Load the wounded into the the remaining wagons, we will need to leave what we don't need behind." He told both. "But... but I will lose money." "Better than losing life. It is necessary, less wagons means less targets." He explained and the man nodded and acquiesced to the order, turning to meet the gaze of his wife he began to speak again. "See what you can do for some of the wounded, first aid only, we don't have much time." He told her, waiting for a few seconds as the head merchant moved away and Kazuto reached for her shoulder. "A minute, love?" He asked softly in a whisper only meant for her. Stepping away he looked at the signs of battle around them. "Are you well?" He asked her, showing some concern. "I didn't do anything to upset you? I mean... I've seen you upset but... Nothing like that."

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[Senju Miho]

Precious Cargo

The story that had come about wasn't much of a surprise to Miho as she had heard a condensed version of it from panic induced terror. Of course, the details on just whom the man was, now revealed, painted a clearer picture of just what they were dealing with. Business was often not pretty when it came to a parting of ways due to differences. While it appeared that their client had made out pretty well, his former partner clearly had not, and thus had a true reason for wanting him out of the picture completely. This, rather than simply taking the matter to a higher power, seemed to be their choice in method. As Kazuto took further account, he would allow their prisoner to go free, giving him a warning of if he attempted to rejoin his previous alliance. Watching him go, the instruction to gather the wounded into the remaining wagons was made, prompting their employer to reluctantly agree to aid in this effort. After all, there was hardly any more he could do himself to act against this. "We seem to be at a stand still....though in truth...with the way his partner is acting...I do not see us having a beneficial conversation that would convince him to surrender..." Her hand resting upon her hip, her expression would turn blank upon her husband asking if she were upset about something. In reminding her of her actions previously, the young woman would continue to blink in confusion before looking over the damage she had inflicted and then back toward Kazuto calmly. "I...didn't realize I had put up that much effort...but I'm okay...I'm not upset...I promise..." Holding both her hands up with a smile, she'd then raise her brow as she looked over the mess once more. "Though I guess...maybe if I were...I at least found a grand outlet for it...perhaps it's just hormones?" Rubbed the back of her neck, Miho would allow her sheepish smile to remain only briefly as she then looked back toward the wagon where the others were gathering. "I...will go forth and start performing first aid on the wounded...." SPOILER: Click to show -Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Samurai Legacy The Adachi clan was a prominent group of samurai that were established within Tetsu no Kuni(The Land of Iron), before the group transferred a select few to the Hidden Leaf Village as to their alliance to Konohagakure. These traits have been ingrained into the girl very soul as she carries their blood within her. As such, along with the training she received from her father and those in the clan, Miho has developed enhanced reflexes. This allows her to react much more quickly in combat, better enabling her to avoid dangerous situations and defend herself almost instantaneously than normal. Enhanced Chakra Control Training within the land of Snakes has given more than just experience in Senjutsu, it as also taught her precise control over her chakra and it's supply available to her in exact moments of need. Though she never fully mastered Senjutsu, her ability to control and execute techniques with limited resources have proven to display an understanding of control over her own supply of internal energy and granted her the ability to make each strike count, knowing full well that it might be her last attempt at making an impact against a pressing opponent. -Tools Used- x Miho's Gear

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"Isn't it too soon to shift the blame to our children?" He asked as a soft chuckle escaped his lips at her explanation. It was possible, but it still felt unlikely. He wanted to give her the benefit of doubt for she knew more about her bodily functions and what went through during a normal pregnancy so for the moment he accepted it at face value. As she mentioned her intentions to go and see what first aid she could provide Kazuto would hold her reach for her hand and squeezed it softly, only to get her attention for a quick second before she would try to fulfill her duties. "Just be careful my love. After all you're our only medic." He said, being honest about with that, after all she was the only one that could provide first aid beyond the basics. As the moving of patients and the first aid would continue, the Senju would patrol around, the surviving wolves doing the same, keeping an eye on the train and those that had survived, his eyes going to his wife for a second before moving into the perimeter once again. The night brought nothing but silence and the tension that came at the edge of the expectation from any other attack. Only the slow pass of time and the dying of the night as slowly the sun would peer from the east. Kazuto stopped for a second as he saw the golden light of the sun strike the snow capped the mountains making the snow shine like liquid silver at its zenith. Below fields of crops in a verdant valley could be seen, wheat, rice, grapes for wine, fruit and multitude of flowers dotted the landscape below. His eyes became fixated on that, on the farms. He could picture himself in that way. Bear backed, sun tanned, working the earth and ending his day at the sound of the laughter of his wife and children. It wouldn't be a bad life. He mused and then he felt shame for desiring something that would make him give away of his bows. A sigh escaped him before he returned to the train, tall that could be packed in the wagons, the injured as well and upon finding Miho and the merchant he would ask them. "Are we ready to go?"

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[Senju Miho]

Precious Cargo

There was a moment of confusion as Kazuto stopped her departure, prompting her to a gentle reminder to be careful and of her position as well. Despite her abilities, she was indeed the only available medic on this venture. More than that, if something happened and she was unable to treat others, that would not be good for the success of the mission. In looking down, Miho would nod with a small smile, showing her acceptance of this request as she continued on toward the tent. The rest of the evening went on with little events such as that had come previously. While Kazuto worked with those able to secure their position, many would begin securing what items they could into the available wagons they could continue to journey in. Limited travel means, meant that they would be carrying less than what had been promised, but with a target on their heads, it was for the best...not just simply the client. Miho would proceed with nursing those of the wounded and giving as much aid to them as she could. But without full treatment, she could only provide some comfort. But, it was a relief that no one had been gravely hurt to the point of injury. As dawn came to them, the reporting process began as the Senju would arrive to check on their status. "All clear here...though I ain't too happy on leavin so much behind..." "Perhaps with the small bounty...your partner may lessen his interest in attacking any further..." Miho would calmly say as she began to make her way out of the wagon, washing her hands as her hair remained tied within that of a ponytail in an effort to contain it's length as she worked through the night. "The injured are resting within this wagon...the others are filled with the more capable...if we are to move...we should do so while we can..." SPOILER: Click to show -Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Samurai Legacy The Adachi clan was a prominent group of samurai that were established within Tetsu no Kuni(The Land of Iron), before the group transferred a select few to the Hidden Leaf Village as to their alliance to Konohagakure. These traits have been ingrained into the girl very soul as she carries their blood within her. As such, along with the training she received from her father and those in the clan, Miho has developed enhanced reflexes. This allows her to react much more quickly in combat, better enabling her to avoid dangerous situations and defend herself almost instantaneously than normal. Enhanced Chakra Control Training within the land of Snakes has given more than just experience in Senjutsu, it as also taught her precise control over her chakra and it's supply available to her in exact moments of need. Though she never fully mastered Senjutsu, her ability to control and execute techniques with limited resources have proven to display an understanding of control over her own supply of internal energy and granted her the ability to make each strike count, knowing full well that it might be her last attempt at making an impact against a pressing opponent. -Tools Used- x Miho's Gear

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"Maybe." Kazuto replied at Miho's notion of leaving behind some of the goods being a enough to dissuade any further attacks. The Senju doubted that, if he had enough means to hire a group of shinobi that have a significant portion of their members slain and still coming with a fanatical zeal, then he could have hired others. A part of him was tempted of planting explosive tags, just a little souvenir in case they decided to take anything, but he decided against it. This road was transited by many others, not just merchants but farmers and normal folk. Hiding the bodies, tossing them over the ledge had been enough even when the signs of battle were still visible. "We can't take anything from granted however." He finally said before he signaled everyone outside the remaining wagons. As the train got into movement, Kazuto stood his ground, looking around to see if there was any strange movement, anything that would make him have pause of anything that would out of the ordinary. As the last cart departed he raised his hand, reaching for cart and holding tight into a rope, leaning into a ledge as the wagon carried on the trail, the picturesque sight of the mountain and the valley below being the last thing he saw before he climbed on top of the wagon, raising to his full height as he stood behind the driver. using the height of the wagon to give him some vantage point to where counter. He formed hand signs after a few minutes and tendrils emerged from him, creating two lookalikes that jumped into the other wagons to keep vigil whilst Kazuto would climb done inside the one he stood, finding the wounded, Miho and the merchant. "I doubt they will attack during the day, but I left a couple of my clones to stand watch." He said as he found a small corner near Miho, sitting for a moment of respite, his hand reaching to wipe the sweat, the fatigue of the fight and the night in vigil were now felt. "How are you holding?" He asked her quietly.

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Jutsu Used:

NAME: Moku Bunshin no Jutsu [Wood Clone Technique]
RANK: B
CHAKRA USAGE: Low
CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu/Kekkei Genkai
ELEMENT: Mokuton [Wood Release]
DESCRIPTION:
A clone that is created by altering the user's own cells with chakra with the 'tiger,' 'dog,' and 'snake' seals. It has more endurance than the normal shadow clones and doesn't disappear when hit by the enemies' attacks. Moreover, since it has the ability to merge with plants and trees, it is also great for reconnaissance missions. They have the ability to travel far distances from the user and are able to communicate with the original. The clones can be as simple in function as a wooden dummy for use in the Body Replacement Technique.

SA Used:

The Branching Path

A true-born Senju, Kazuto has mastered Mokuton. Hailed as the one greatest master of the Kekkei Genkai, his abilities with Mokuton are held in high regard, mastering the many techniques for which the clan is renown whilst also bending his ingenuity to create a discipline of his own referred by those within the clan as merely the branching path and by him as Senbonzakura. His techniques can either be great in power and scope or subtle and deceptively simple, creating either durable wooden constructs, imaginative tools for a wide range of occasions or deadly hails storms of cherry blossom petals which Kazuto wields with great mastery.

Might of Heroes


Descendant of a great lineage, the blood of great and legendary heroes of the clan courses through the veins of Kazuto as they do with any other Senju. As such he has been bestowed with robust pools of chakra upon his birth. Through intense training and countless missions these pools of chakra have expanded quite considerably, becoming a Furnace of Might within him, allowing him to fight for longer periods of time and casting powerful techniques without much concern to run out of stamina. Although this chakra makes his control suffer, his impressive reserves make up for this deficit in control.


Fell-Handed

After much study and training, Kazuto achieved the ability to weave hand seals and cast techniques with just One Hand. A rare skill among shinobi and a sign of great prowess, the Senju is able to form hand signs forgoing the need to bring the digits of both his hands together, he is able to string a number of techniques without worrying during a fray to be unable to complete techniques if someone targets his hand, as he is able to defend himself with the off-hand by either the use of a technique or by wielding a weapon.

[Senju Miho]

Precious Cargo

"I'm fine...its you who isn't looking too well at the moment..." Miho would whisper back, her expression serious as she held her gaze upon him. She could tell that he was starting to feel some fatigue. Even with his years of training and experience, and at times, his feats of near impossibility, it was easy to forget that he was still a person. A highly skilled individual and her love, but still mortal. As she continued to look at him, her expression softened as she smiled at him while the day passed them with the movement of their wagon train. "You should rest while you can...If your duplicates don't alert you to danger, I certainly will myself...I am more than able to keeping watch..." Miho would look toward him calmly as she took a moment to examine the area around them. Though the wagon was far from crowded, it did allow for a view of just what the mindset was of everyone within close quarters. These people had not signed on to be targets, yet they were in no position to object against it. They needed their defense, and neither of them could not be left without some form of it. That meant that both her and Kazuto had to be at their best. "If not only to close your eyes and breath...just allow yourself to sit..." -Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Samurai Legacy The Adachi clan was a prominent group of samurai that were established within Tetsu no Kuni(The Land of Iron), before the group transferred a select few to the Hidden Leaf Village as to their alliance to Konohagakure. These traits have been ingrained into the girl very soul as she carries their blood within her. As such, along with the training she received from her father and those in the clan, Miho has developed enhanced reflexes. This allows her to react much more quickly in combat, better enabling her to avoid dangerous situations and defend herself almost instantaneously than normal. Enhanced Chakra Control Training within the land of Snakes has given more than just experience in Senjutsu, it as also taught her precise control over her chakra and it's supply available to her in exact moments of need. Though she never fully mastered Senjutsu, her ability to control and execute techniques with limited resources have proven to display an understanding of control over her own supply of internal energy and granted her the ability to make each strike count, knowing full well that it might be her last attempt at making an impact against a pressing opponent. -Tools Used- x Miho's Gear

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"I..." He began, trying to summon enough words to mount a protest but as he opened his mouth, he found the inside dry and whatever counterpoint he might have had died as suddenly as he had tried to speak. She was right. Of course she was right. Miho possibly knew him better than he knew himself and the moment that she smiled she managed to disarm any resistance that was left on him. Nodding to her suggestion he found a sit on a solitary crate before her and leaned against another larger crate, he could feel the weight of the fatigue on his shoulders, the cold sweat and short breath. He had for all been using taxing techniques to disarm the bombs they had found on their way, one after the other without a rest, he had fought several enemies in their ambush and erected a barrier to protect everyone from being crushed. The clones that he had created had been as much as he could muster without exhausting himself. He pressed dried lips together, feeling the discomfort and roughness of them before looking at his wife as she held her warm and gentle smile. How could she be so calmed now, looking at him running on fumes bearing their children in the middle of a dangerous assignment seemed almost unreal. But he relented. "Ok... Yeah... I won't be stubborn this time." He said as he finally leaned his head against the worn, aged wood, of the crate. "Love... you think the village would mind if we reported a few days later?" He asked, holding a weak laughter as he did, giving her a weak smile. "Perhaps we can find us a medic that advises a long bath and bed rest?" He told her in a whisper, acknowledging that he needed the rest and perhaps they could even have that time for themselves after the mission was done.

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[Senju Miho]

Precious Cargo

"Why try and find a medic when you have me?" A smirk crossed her lips as she watched Kazuto relax, taking her suggestion to heart this time as he began to rest. Even the most powerful general needed time to recover. They were acting as a team, so that meant that she could take some of the burden from his shoulders. Looking over toward him, she'd begin to rise up from her position as she began to check through the cloth of the wagon, ensuring that their path was still clear. The defenses that Kazuto had put into place acted as an effective warning system so that they'd be prepared in case the worst happened, though she hoped that perhaps the group would be more than sated after their last encounter. But that may have been a tad optimistic of her. As she felt the wagon buck, her expression shifted toward the front as she looked back toward her husband and then began to remove herself from the interior of the wagon, making her way up front. In approaching the front of the wagon train, her expression shifted as she could see what looked to be a gathering up ahead. It wasn't exactly as hidden as it were before, and as she had seen within the woods last night, it looked as though the forces hired by their employer's former partner had indeed been large. Narrowing her eyes, she'd release a slow breath as it looked as though they had no intention of moving out of the way. There also appeared to be two rather large figures standing at the front of the hoard in wait. "They will not allow us passage easily..." Miho would close her eyes as she then look to the two wooden doubles of Kazuto, imagining that they had witnessed this as much as she had. "Alert the rest of the wagon train to hold their positions and circle into a defensive position..." SPOILER: Click to show -Jutsu Used- -S.A Used- Samurai Legacy The Adachi clan was a prominent group of samurai that were established within Tetsu no Kuni(The Land of Iron), before the group transferred a select few to the Hidden Leaf Village as to their alliance to Konohagakure. These traits have been ingrained into the girl very soul as she carries their blood within her. As such, along with the training she received from her father and those in the clan, Miho has developed enhanced reflexes. This allows her to react much more quickly in combat, better enabling her to avoid dangerous situations and defend herself almost instantaneously than normal. Enhanced Chakra Control Training within the land of Snakes has given more than just experience in Senjutsu, it as also taught her precise control over her chakra and it's supply available to her in exact moments of need. Though she never fully mastered Senjutsu, her ability to control and execute techniques with limited resources have proven to display an understanding of control over her own supply of internal energy and granted her the ability to make each strike count, knowing full well that it might be her last attempt at making an impact against a pressing opponent. -Tools Used- x Miho's Gear

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[Senju Kazuto]

I was trying to be funny." Kazuto replied with a tired chuckle, his hand sliding on his forehead as index finger and thumb rubbed his closed eyes. The Senju would look at her, finding the faint smile after her reply and he gave her a smile of his own. He didn't doubt her skills as a healer, and in many ways she preferred that she would do her treatments that any other medic. She might be his wife but she was honest when she detected something amiss with how he moved and how he acted. Not that he didn't trust most medics but simply she had a more in depth knowledge about him that perhaps he had about himself. Before the conversation could continue, the wagon bucked, heads turned around to look at the two shinobi before Miho would move to the front, his eyes following her as she disappeared and he was left to stay, but a part of him knew that there would have to fight. The clone stood sentinel until the figure of the wife of their creator appeared and she mused about how optimistic it was to think that the enemy would leave them alone. As the woman spoke once more relaying orders the one of the clones moved on, warning everyone that they would be attacked. The other clone yet remained as the wagons began to slow their pace. The clone knew that such would be what their creator thought it was best. Let them charge at them, let them test their defenses and spend their numbers. Before long the wagons stopped as the train and the mob of people before them engaged in a tense stare against each other. "Should I alert the real me?" The clone asked. "If we undo the technique, the chakra will return to him and he can fight alongside you."

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[Senju Miho]

Precious Cargo

With her instructions being followed by one, the wagons would begin to stop and begin to take their position at her back. She'd look on at the vast numbers and see the odds mounting as they increased slightly from their last encounter. It was possible that they were unseen by her, but she imagined that was the only reason they would come out like this, especially after what had happened the night before. As the wooden double asked if they should alert the real Kazuto as well, perhaps even giving him some feedback to the events, Miho would hold her ground as she closed her eyes. "Not yet...Kazuto needs his rest and should I not be able to handle this myself, it would be good to have an element of surprise...I do not think any of these men are capable of true ninjutsu, and if they are...they would likely already know of Kazuto and would have prepared better...This frontal assault seems desperate the very least..." Opening her eyes, Miho would release a slow breath as she then looked back once more to make sure that their group had stopped. "Ensure the client is in a secure location within the back...the other clone will act as a defensive to protect the others. If one of you is destroyed then at the very least, that will be the single for Kazuto...I would rather he get as much sleep as he can before he move into combat again..." In saying this, the dark haired woman would then proceed to move forward as she stopped while looking at the lines of enemies before her. There were at least 30 from what she could see, and they were indeed armed for a fight. "This is your last and only word of warning...despite what issues your employer may have against mine...I will not let you take his cargo nor attack it in transit...you will let us pass or we will pass through you...." Miho's Battle Miho would hold her ground as they appeared not to be taking heed, one even appearing to take what looked like a bow and string it along side an arrow as the bolt flew into the air, landing right near her foot. With that, the sound of a charge came after, men and woman flowing forward in a rush as they were ready to overwhelm her. From that moment, it appeared any chance to avoid conflict was gone, prompting Miho to string a set of seals as she released a fog of ash from between her lips, creating a screen between her and her foes. As the chargers ran into the black debris, the medic would click her teeth as an eruption would follow, causing screams and cries of pain to come out as flames would cover the grounds and bodies would start to fall. With those managing to stay away continuing to move in, Miho would seem to disappear and reappear as her fist would slam against the jaw of one, pushing them backward as they slammed into their fellow bandits. Looking on at the crimson fire, Miho would emerge out from it, her body only kissed by the flames as she placed herself within a fighting stance. SPOILER: Click to show -Jutsu Used- Name: Katon: Haisekishō [Fire Release: Ash Pile Burning] Rank: B Chakra Usage: Medium Type: Ninjutsu Element: Katon HANDSEALS: 6 Description:The user spews a stream of chakra infused gun-powder from their mouth, which surrounds the region. As the gunpowder is composed entirely of ash, it stays in the air around the victim like a cloud, which can be used like a smokescreen. After surrounding the enemy with the ash, the user can ignite it with a flint placed on their teeth beforehand to create a spark, resulting in a violent explosion, burning the enemy. However, this technique requires keen senses to read the air currents, the insight to read the movements of the enemy, the tactical experience to not also enfold one's allies in the flames, and careful attention for the timing of the ignition. NAME: Sokudo [Literally Meaning Speed] RANK: B CHAKRA USAGE: High [Continuous] CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: - HANDSEALS: 0 DESCRIPTION: Sokudo is a method of using chakra passively to reinforce the body's physical capabilities. Such things are movement-based rather than just brute strength would. It gives the user's muscle stimulation, allowing increased hand movement, wrist, arms, and even the legs. This can be used to just have everything work more proficiently. Though, after being used for more than seven posts, the user's muscles will be sore as if they just did an extensive workout. IF continued to be used, eleven posts will begin to break down muscle. Intense pain followed, forced technique shut down. NAME: Bokusā no Sutansu [Boxer's Stance] RANK: B CHAKRA USAGE: Medium | Low Continuous CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: - HANDSEALS: 0 DESCRIPTION: The User will pull his/her hands up in front of the, relaxing their legs to slightly bend and bob their head behind their hands formed into fists, with their less utilized hand in front of their leading hand. Bobbing and weaving, moving their hands constantly in front of their face to block with either the off-hand which is in front or both hands. This stance allows the user to get very close and personal, the constant movement yet relaxed legs allow the user to keep on their feet. Once given an opening the user in this stance can lead with their off-hand to take their opponent off-guard and strike with their leading arm, which pushes from the shoulder, pulling the strength of the delivery by moving their shoulder with the punch to deliver a more strengthened and accurate punch. Within this stance, small jabs breaking the defense of their body with their hands, utilizes to keep their opponent busy and unable to catch a break, this is also a great way to conjure a grapple move. [CES:] As a Chakra enhanced user utilizing this stance, She/he can coat their arms with chakra, along with their hands, delivering powerful, devastating effects differing from the amount of chakra used to the level of destruction. Generating a medium chakra strain to enter, then lowering to a low chakra usage to maintain the stance. -S.A Used- Samurai Legacy The Adachi clan was a prominent group of samurai that were established within Tetsu no Kuni(The Land of Iron), before the group transferred a select few to the Hidden Leaf Village as to their alliance to Konohagakure. These traits have been ingrained into the girl very soul as she carries their blood within her. As such, along with the training she received from her father and those in the clan, Miho has developed enhanced reflexes. This allows her to react much more quickly in combat, better enabling her to avoid dangerous situations and defend herself almost instantaneously than normal. Enhanced Chakra Control Training within the land of Snakes has given more than just experience in Senjutsu, it as also taught her precise control over her chakra and it's supply available to her in exact moments of need. Though she never fully mastered Senjutsu, her ability to control and execute techniques with limited resources have proven to display an understanding of control over her own supply of internal energy and granted her the ability to make each strike count, knowing full well that it might be her last attempt at making an impact against a pressing opponent. -Tools Used- x Miho's Gear

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Sitting inside the wagon the long silence before the battle was broken by the words of his wife. Unyielding, resolute, the mission before herself as he imagined that she would be headstrong and decide to take them on their own should they advance. The part of him that was commander of the mission approved and understood well that there was a part of her that wanted the thrill of the fight as this might as well be the last combat she would see before time took its course and their children were born. That other part of him wanted to fight against the fatigue, stumbled ahead, jump outside the wagon and come to her aid. He wanted to, he a burning urge to, to spring his muscles and go ahead. But he didn't. This was a part of the mission in which he had to trust her, to believe in her skills and abilities. In the calculated rage that she could use and in his clones should she need aid. As the roar of a mob was heard outside, he closed his eyes whilst the rest of the passengers shuddered in fear, screamed, prepared for the worse. The voice of their employer coming for him as he entered a stat of meditation. "What are you doing.... why are you not helping her? Isn't she your wife?!" The man asked and the Senju opened his eyes and looked at him. "My wife is no weakling and she's much scarier that she lets on." He said before a blast from an explosion rocked the wagon and the scent of smoke and gunpowder in the day filled their nostrils, smiling slightly as if the action of a technique he knew his wife had mastered had been a sign of vindication, wondering if she looked like she had just a few hours later, as a veritable goddess of war made flesh. "We will be quiet alright... I feel sorry for them, actually." The blast had come as he and his group had charged against the woman. A true flower, a beauty that had no place in the battlefield or at least he had thought. First had come the demands from her and then the laughter from them. The mutterings of capturing the woman and keep it for themselves had been agreed by some of the men, ignored by others and objected by some of the women. Then the insane charge of the many against the sole, the smoke that had been a mild irritant and the flames that came after a click. Pain wracked his now ruined flesh, cloth had burned, skin turned into a cinder black, copper in his mouth. The hulk of a man that had survived walked amidst the ruin of his fellows. Mercenaries, failed shinobi, dregs really, strong to the common but nothing like the woman. As the smoke began to fade and he stood, drawing pained breaths, drops of blood following from his arm. A pained gesture of his features resulted as he raised the axe in his hands, as ruined as he was but a potent object. If this were the last few gasps of life then he would take the woman down with him. "Fight me..." He croaked, blood dripping from his mouth, his words slurred in the intense pain. "Fight me... you... Konoha sow." Effort took him to stand, let alone fight. Others in similar state that had survived rose to their feet, injured, battered and broken, but unrelenting in their desire of revenge. "FIGHT ME!" The giant man screamed, axe raised high, ignoring the impossible pain that coursed his body, feet moving as fast as the ruined flesh would allow him, adrenaline blocking the pain, heart pumping, face froze in a rictus of pain, anger as fury as the axe follow an arc towards the head of the woman, he would do it, he would kill her, nothing else would matter. He would have this victory at the very end.

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The fight was all but finished, having managed to deter any further advance from the forces that now laid scattered before her. As the dark haired woman examined the field, there was a small bit of pity that remained as she knew that her oath meant for her to do no harm. Such an act could be constituted as such, but she was more than just a medic. She was a Shinobi, and in this instant, one with more lives to protect than to mourn at present. As a low rumbling chant seemed to emerge from one of her attackers, a moniker that seemed to be a mantra of strength for them, a strike would soon surge toward her head, prompting the young medic to duck back, remaining in place as her stance demanded. Yet even standing still, her hands would seem to move forward, a strike landing against the knuckles of the burned individual, a small burst of chakra enough with the applied force of her strike against his hand to break bone. What followed would be the woman forming a set of three seals, and a hand that would launch itself into the man's chest. It was a only matter of a simple touch, a scratch against his heart that would provide the next results to happen. An internal injury that would indeed kill him, her hand returning back to the surface as she then used her heel to extend her foot outward to kick him back. SPOILER: Click to show -Jutsu Used- NAME: Bokusā no Sutansu [Boxer's Stance] RANK: B CHAKRA USAGE: Medium | Low Continuous CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu ELEMENT: - HANDSEALS: 0 DESCRIPTION: The User will pull his/her hands up in front of the, relaxing their legs to slightly bend and bob their head behind their hands formed into fists, with their less utilized hand in front of their leading hand. Bobbing and weaving, moving their hands constantly in front of their face to block with either the off-hand which is in front or both hands. This stance allows the user to get very close and personal, the constant movement yet relaxed legs allow the user to keep on their feet. Once given an opening the user in this stance can lead with their off-hand to take their opponent off-guard and strike with their leading arm, which pushes from the shoulder, pulling the strength of the delivery by moving their shoulder with the punch to deliver a more strengthened and accurate punch. Within this stance, small jabs breaking the defense of their body with their hands, utilizes to keep their opponent busy and unable to catch a break, this is also a great way to conjure a grapple move. [CES:] As a Chakra enhanced user utilizing this stance, She/he can coat their arms with chakra, along with their hands, delivering powerful, devastating effects differing from the amount of chakra used to the level of destruction. Generating a medium chakra strain to enter, then lowering to a low chakra usage to maintain the stance. NAME: Zōki Tekishutsu: Rippuru [Organ Removal: Ripple] RANK: A CHAKRA USAGE: Medium CLASSIFICATION: Ninjutsu [Medical] ELEMENT: - HANDSEALS: 3 REQUIREMENT: Chakra Control SA, Medical Training SA DESCRIPTION: Who doesn't want a jutsu to solely take out an organ without having to cut the body of your victim? Search no more, you found it! Now you can murder people without being found out all too fast. The jutsu basically allows the hand of the user to go through flesh and bone in some sort of ripple movement. Albeit no time-space related jutsu, it may seem so. But instead, the jutsu forces the cells to let the foreign hand to enter the body and to let it go without even a single cut. The organ, on the other hand, is properly ripped out without much fanciness, unless the user finds a way to use the chakra scalpel at the same time: a move only the very best and greatest medics can perform. The only downside to this jutsu, if used with stealth and goal to kill anonymously, it leaves your chakra signature right where it left the body. So if a sensor already saw your signature before, you are essentially screwed. -S.A Used- Samurai Legacy The Adachi clan was a prominent group of samurai that were established within Tetsu no Kuni(The Land of Iron), before the group transferred a select few to the Hidden Leaf Village as to their alliance to Konohagakure. These traits have been ingrained into the girl very soul as she carries their blood within her. As such, along with the training she received from her father and those in the clan, Miho has developed enhanced reflexes. This allows her to react much more quickly in combat, better enabling her to avoid dangerous situations and defend herself almost instantaneously than normal. Enhanced Chakra Control Training within the land of Snakes has given more than just experience in Senjutsu, it as also taught her precise control over her chakra and it's supply available to her in exact moments of need. Though she never fully mastered Senjutsu, her ability to control and execute techniques with limited resources have proven to display an understanding of control over her own supply of internal energy and granted her the ability to make each strike count, knowing full well that it might be her last attempt at making an impact against a pressing opponent. -Tools Used- x Miho's Gear

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The sound of battle suddenly died and from within the wagon, the Senju understood this well. As the sound of battle faded like smoke in the breeze he noticed that a sudden silence had fallen in all those who occupied the wagon. Raising to his feet, he would make an effort to go outside, feeling each fiber of his being to scream for him to continue his rest, to sit down, to carry on his trust on Miho. He did, for he didn't intend to fight. As he jumped from the wagon and a clone nodded towards him, deciding to stay behind the other would undo the technique and slowly turn into a facsimile of him, as if roughly carved from a piece of wood. A measure of vitality returned to him, the ache of the muscles not fading completely, lingering as a memento of his own limits but the gait that had been forced now was sure and hastened. He saw the dead and the dying, the chorus of low moaning in pain, the grunts as they dragged themselves away and the scent of smoke, gunpowder and cooking flesh invaded his nostrils, his eyes stung with the last remnants of explosion as the haze of ash slowly fell like a shroud. In the midst of the scars of battle he saw his wife, standing proud and defiant, untouched but by the traces of soot that besmirched the perfection of her alabaster skin and the remnants of ash that clung to her long dark hair and clothing. Charred earth beneath her boots and arterial red settling in the fingers and knuckles of her right hand like a veritable goddess come to the mortal planes to punish those that stood in her way. Quietly, the Senju wondered if this was the last hurrah before she would take a leave of action. If this was just a way to tell herself that one day she would return to this, but decided not to ask her, not now, not when the feeling of battle was raw enough for him to sense that she might be able to fight more. A more sensible part of him, however, considered it a miracle that due the nauseating stench and the effort of combat she had not felt ill. He reached her side and reached for her hand as the sounds of the dying began to wane and their breaths extinguished. He took the bloodied hand in his to get her attention. "You think you got them all?" He said jokingly, looking at her understandingly of what he had perceived as the sound of the advancing wagon caught his attention and the clone he had left behind ushered what was left of the train. "Take a breath... You fought intensely." Kazuto said as he looked at the devastation and carnage, knowing that whoever had survived would see this and just leave them alone rather than risk to face the wrath of his wife. The mission was close to be over, he would wager. "Very intensely, my love." He said and gave her a reassuring smile.

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