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Post by Neji on May 21, 2008 22:11:00 GMT -5
Hashirama(First Hokage) was out walking through the woods, far out of his own village. He had tooken the day off because he had been tired of work. Everything had changed since last time he had led the village. Now he had much more paper work. He thought back to his past life, before he died. He thought back to Madara. He was just glad Madara was dead. Or so he thought. Anyhow, he continued to walk. He was quite bored, and wanted something to do. He desired a fight. Just not someone to weak. Someone who had at least the slightest challenge. So, he found a nice tree, and sat down upon it. He began to find a tree. He found a nice pear tree. He sat down on the highest branch, and grabbed a pear. He checked for any holes, and no worm had went through it. He took a bite out of the pear. He lay down, and took a nap. He woke about an hour later. It was about noon. A nice sunny day, only a few clouds out in sight. He sighed, and got up, about to go back to his village. It was a slight bit windy, and the hair in the front, upon his headband, began blowing along with the breeze. He walked a bit further. He decided, why should he have to go back to the village right now, it's not like anything big would happen, right? So he began to walk through the forest again.
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Post by Sakie on May 22, 2008 20:40:46 GMT -5
Sakie sighed, staring as her breath made a small cloud in front of her face. It wasn't even that cold...maybe it was just her. Shrugging, she watched the ground as she walked. It wasn't a good day. She was hungry as hell, since she hadn't run into anybody to steal food from. She was bored too, her cat the only thing to keep her company. Mew purred passionately on her shoulder, then looked up, its whiskers twithing as its blue eyes stared straight ahead. by now, Sakie had learned to trust the cat. She stopped in her tracks, reaching into her pouch to pull out a kunai, blood still stained on it from the last battle, and slowly edged forward. Now she, too knew somebody was there. She could see him, walking through the forest, away from her. She must have been fallowing him the whole time... She didn't know if he saw her or not, but he looked strong. Maybe she shouldn't chance it. She kept her distance, observing him.
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Post by Neji on May 22, 2008 20:55:36 GMT -5
Hashirama senced a presence. He thought the person might be an even fight. He decided he would try to think of a tactical trick to draw out the presence so he could have a nice, good, fight. So, he kept walking. He walked neer a tree, and purposely tripped over some of the roots sticking out of it. Then, Hashirama slowly wobbled up to his feet. He kicked the tree, and concentrated his chakra to harden to tree so it would cause no damage. Then, his foot hit the tree, and he fall again, holding onto his foot. He closed his eyes, and once again wobbled back up to his feet. He let off his chakra, and began walking again, this time in a limp. If he acted weak, the person might come out to either help or attack. Hashirama wanted an attack though. This way, he could have a full on fight. Although, if he could sense a low chakra, he would go easy. The person wouldn't likely recognize Hashirama, even though he was Hokage, because he was presumed dead, and only newly Hokage again. It hasn't even been long enough for rumors to spread to another village. It's only been about a week. So, he would try to act clumsy, and then, just come in for an attack. Or, at least, that was his plan. He kept on limping on, thinking about how he would fight. If he came neer death, he would go all out. After all, he didn't want that to happen again.
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Post by Sakie on May 22, 2008 21:02:40 GMT -5
Sakie watched, her eyes narrowed as he tripped, then seemed to have some sort of spaz. 'You can't be serious...' she thought, sighing. 'He's acting so stupid...and now look. he hurt himself.' She wondered if he really had, if he was tricking her, of if he was just plainly a big wimp. She leaped into the trees, jumping forward a few paces. 'I should test him...' she thought, twirling the kunai in between her fingers. Quietly focusing her chakra on the knife, she made it catch fire, then threw it quickly before it burnt her hand. She dropped down rummaging through her bag and took out a few more, three, holding them neatly in between her fingers. She couldn't win on kunai, but for a start, she'd use them to see what he was like.
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Post by Neji on May 22, 2008 21:20:02 GMT -5
Hashirama sensed heat off from the side. He turned around and began walking, pretending he couldn't see a kunai lit on fire coming straight at him. The kunai was about a foot from hitting Hashirama when he purposely tripped. He hit the ground, and the kunai hit the ground right behind Hashirama's foot. It with the kunai hitting the ground of the road, the fire cooled off, now without the flame. Hashirama caughed, and then kept on walking. He began to skillfuly fake a cry. That should do the trick. Because, well, it's against the shinobi conduct to cry. So, it should be quite obvious that Hashirama was weak. Or it should appear obvious anyways. As he was getting up, he hid under his stomach so the person couldn't see it, two full serieses of handsigns. One for a counter against the next kunai. And then, the other one, for, well, obviously, to try to end the fight right then. He stopped fake-crying, and dryed his eyes. He began walking again. He didn't plan on anymore clumsy attacks. The person would probably be drawn out any second. Hashirama continued to walk, just hoping for a sudden attack so he could try to finish this.
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