Beast in the Mists (Training)

The land of water was in some ways different and some ways the same in the old times he learned about. Many still lived in fear of those who had abilities-- others sought deception over honor in the mists as well.

Luckily for Broly, both worked out well for him.

The broken bodies of a few mist Genin lain around the tavern he had been in. Not all of them were dead, but a few had bones broken or ribs cracked. They should have known better than to piss him off over being an outsider.

Broly was in no way a lightweight. Even as a child, he was raised in the wilds and grew superiorly strong compared to others. The guy was towering muscle as he was well trained by his clansmen-- before the ones he knew where gone. Though his 'affiliations' were with the Kumo nation, he had only one interest. Himself. Everything he did was for his own gains-- whether it was mercenary work, or to just kill enemies to make himself stronger.

He licked his lips, savoring a bit of their blood as he walked out of the establishment, veiled by the thick mist that obscured the evening. He was quickly growing bored with the ninja he had to fight so far, and hardly even seemed worth the trouble to 'consume'.

For the time being, he kept quiet and stalked the streets of the smaller villages outside of Kiri. As he walked, he cracked his knuckles, relishing the feel he had to smash into his enemies as he did.

(Training rolls: Brawn =8)

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The member 'Enjin' has done the following action : Destiny Roll

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'Dice 10' : 10, 1, 7, 6, 4, 8, 9, 3

Shandian Hiraishin walked the streets of Kiri. He was growing tired of this place, but he had yet to locate the Helmet of Ramuh and he couldn’t leave until he did so. He still had a clone travelling with Heto to find the artifact. They had searched at least seven battlegrounds from the past wars, but still had no luck. Shan was beginning to think that the helmet had already been recovered from the spot where Ramuh had fallen.
 
That infuriated the twelve-year-old. His body and mind were young, but he was a force to be reckoned with. He wasn’t a Chuunin-level Missing-Nin for nothing. He had made it to the finals of the Chuunin Exam, after-all. It was for this reason that Shan knew people should avoid him as he walked through the streets. Fortunately, he ran into no one as he made his way to a tavern. It was a simple place, but he was hoping that some Kiri shinobi would be able to talk to him about the Helmet of Ramuh. If it had been taken, then those in this establishment would know.
 
He didn’t anticipate that most of the occupants would be injured.
 
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Broly was quickly bored and just kept his senses open. He would collect his earnings from the job when he returned to Kumo. Still, the young man had much on his list. THough he had trained in the wilderness, as a Shinobi he still had much to learn. He kept his efforts under the radar, but rumors of him still loomed at times.

He was recruited after cloud shinobi saw his abilities. Despite it, they wanted him on their side. The greed to have one of Suna's Saniou in their thrall was tempting, but Broly was one they couldn't control.

Perched upon one of the roofs, having hopped up their with his skill and speed, he know rested with a leg stretched and an arm on one knee, as he looked out.

His blood pumped with the desire to strike. To kill... or at the very least find a woman to roughly take down. The impulses he had were hardly ever in check.. he gave up trying to control his urges long time ago. Instead, he embraced them fully.

Now he only served to grow stronger, as he now was on the hunt for new prey. "Come now..." Broly growled at the mist, covered streets. Surely someone tougher than those losers is around..."

Training rolls:ALl Dex

The member 'Enjin' has done the following action : Destiny Roll

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'Dice 10' : 7, 9, 4, 5, 9, 9, 1, 10

Shan shook his head. Whoever did this was strong and cared little for the laws of the shinobi world. Most would despise such a creature. Shan did not, however. He instantly saw this for what it was. It was an opportunity. This person could become a powerful ally.
 
“Who did this?” Shan asked the barkeep calmly. The man shook and pointed out the door.
 
“Black hair”
 
That was enough for Shan. He was a shinobi. He would be able to track whoever did this. Besides, they were terrible at cleaning up after themselves. It wasn’t long before shan was walking the streets beneath where Broly was perched. The young Hiraishin would look up and smile.
 
“You were the one who did that, weren’t you?”

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Broly had not noticed the persuer up till when he was called-- but he didn't answer. He just looked out at the scene below. He glanced lightly at the punk. He was just a kid, probably 8 years younger than he was-- then again Broly aged differently than most.

Regardless, the kid seemed small and unimportant. "I don't know what you are talking about. Piss off, you little shit," he growled, and didn't even bother to budge from where he was. There was a spark of something that he couldn't put his finger on, but he just rested there for a moment to calm his mind. The rampage he been on was in of itself exhausting so he took what time he could to rest. He should have stolen a bottle of sake from the tavern while he was trashing it.

Either way, he found the person not worth his time and kept an eye out for someone more worthy to slaughter. He continues to focus-- tempering his mind and body just a bit.. before he would lose himself again in the frenzy of the beast.

Training: 4 rolls for End, 4 Rolls for Awareness

The member 'Enjin' has done the following action : Destiny Roll

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'Dice 10' : 2, 9, 8, 7, 8, 3, 5, 3

The person above Shan was big and strong looking. In fact, he radiated power. He radiated a bestial sense that very few did. Though, when he talked he was a bit uncouth. Well, Shan could solve that. The only thing was that he may have to beat someone like this into submission.
 
“Taijuu Kage bunshin No Jutsu” Shan muttered as he made some hand signs. Ten clones of Shan appeared from thin air. Then, they all drew the Hexagram Spirit Bow from their backs and aimed at the large man. “Ready. Aim. Fire.”
 
The arrow volley was unleashed.
 
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