timeline: a year prior to otogakure vs. taiyou events. [break][break]
he's traveled a considerable distance. a considerable distance to be here. the famous hot spring nestled within the land of lightning, mister happy love springs! it's been advertised so fucking much that it has to be overloaded with beautiful women, beautiful men, beautiful aesthetics -- the works, right?! [break][break]
wrong. [break][break]
sitting within the spring, it sure is nice and lukewarm. the vibes are off, there's a few old guys and the wall that splits the section off for women is mostly run down. because no woman would come to this shithole. he's been scammed! internally screams, angry to have spent so much money for access to literally one of the worse hot springs he's been to. can't even go pipe a cute emmployee somewhere because everything looks so iffy to be in, and the employees weren't attractive either! [break][break]
but, he resigns himself. after being let in, he'd been told offhand that the place was once enchanted - its soothing waters having healing properties or something. in a way, he could feel a slow sensation building up - his muscles loosing their tension, his body becoming more and more relaxed as the steam began to grow. hated that he had no one pleasant to look at though, damn it...
[attr="class","APP3"]How many years had he been into his training now? Too many to keep any solid count on. He had started young--very young--and numbered fewer days of rest than fingers on one hand. He grew to become a venerable giant, a goliath of a man who had been recorded somewhere above seven feet with bloated muscles hugged tightly by flesh decorated in scars of varying degree, but none of them of a handsome aesthetic: they were faded gashes, long cuts and stretches where flesh that had been rend by the visceral swats of feral beasts who played the role of predator or prey. They grew in number of the years, a testament to as many good things as bad as each experience had only made him stronger.
And yet...
They tired that wild man, wearing those roaring flames that unfurled in his belly to the pitiful remains of miserable dregs that struggled to twinkle even their last embers as they faded to darkness. They wore the hewed muscles of his form greatly. He worked tirelessly towards one goal and day by day he drew closer with the proper toll of blood and sweat paid. Yet, despite his best efforts there was a finite ceiling to denying the limits his body imposed and even he found it difficult to shatter those bounds. There were always repercussions in the end but, be it a broken finger or even a broken hand, he'd never relent. Though, even Seiichi Koji recognized he needed a break.
And what better place than a spa?
It wasn't his first time visiting this locale. It had changed, drastically, from the place he had once known it as. There had once been mention of it being a jewel in the tundra, the gem beneath a frozen and turgid crust with elements imbued in the waters that replenished youth and restored vitality-- subsequently, the most scandalous of reviews swore of fertility and virility being improved after just a single visit, even more if engaged within the waters. Yet, the aging bodies and graying staff that went along with it did little to bring color to that romanticization. However, these were not the things that drew in Seiichi Koji. The man now entered through the hot spring, nude to the world in no manner different than he entered it. He was a wall of muscle, no degree of it less hewed than the other as a trunk-like torso was equally met by strong and powerful legs that looked to task for scaling any mountain or wading through any active battlefield. Everything on that jounin seemed exaggerated, far beyond what was meant to be equipped on a modern man, often more svelte in make and model.
The pads of his heavily calloused feet, hardened to the same lethality his very hands were, were audible as he stepped around the polish stone that encased the water. It wasn't long after he settled in that a decompressing exhale was to leave him. It was the sign that the wear of his form was soon to be addressed. Maybe there was truth yet in those claims -- to a point, he believed so. The tension that seized his muscles, once having been turgid and aching, was slowly released. He leaned onto his elbows, head cocked backwards as his eyes were shut. Despite how absent he looked, though, there was no denying that he remained very lucid and an overdeveloped awareness kept him keen on threats. Möngke Genghis
he's starting to relax - eyes closed, mood mostly calming from the disappointment - before a sudden adjustment within the tide across from him occurs. eyes dart open, and instantly he spots a burly beast of a man, dong flapping in the wind, plopping himself down into the same waters. he'd been relaxed, face half under water - but now that this grotesque monster has joined him across the waterway he's... he spews, standing up abruptly and pointing at the giant caked in dirt and disgust. "they let you in!?" is the first thing he says. what fucking standards did this place have?! he was determined to leave a negative review on their social, make sure nobody comes to vibe... fucking... what the fuck. he's so grossly saddled with... screams into the wind silently. [break][break]
he gets out the spring, before pausing once he begins walking forward. as he grows closer towards moving past the individual he'd been frustrated by, his eyes narrow - amethyst hues hawking onto the features, as well as general "vibe" being displayed. he wasn't someone simple, like the dirty old non-shinobi men that frequented these places. he stops, standing a little bit of distance from the other. "do you not shower often, bear?" he doesn't know it's a title of his... but if you're seven plus feet with that much of a body mass, looking like you could plow through a field of twinks in the kiri gay community, i mean... you're basically a bear, my guy. the gays loved that aesthetic.
--Nay. Not even a second was had. Something stirred off in a fit of rage in the distance, the rousing agitation disturbing waters that were set to still after just a moment. A voice, almost shrill, brought rise to calamity as they squawked in what was an otherwise placid atmosphere. Was he to raise a mighty hand and flatten every fly that cried curses to his name? The notion was less than laudable, given his position within the very village, there was some notion of a vestige in appearances to keep to, behaviors to be replicable. That made such a route improbable, despite how often that road begged he travel. It was better that he ignored it, knowing well that few chose to poke at a bear, even if sleeping.
Unfortunately he had met one of the few.
They'd risen out of the water in an abrupt haste, besides themselves with a dramatic flair. They waddled with an urgency, a desire to free themselves of Seiichi's overwhelming presence. Not without a quip, however, abandoning any opportunity to leave silently. He could feel the weight of their gaze, a glare not unlike the first that spanned the waters they shared for all but a fractioned second. At first: silence, nothing in return. A deep breath was drawn, elbows to spread on polished stone as he sunk deeper into the water, but much of his torso remained above: the curse of abnormal postures was a burden of abnormal height. "Better question," his voice rumbled out in a stentorian manner as his eyes opened, head turning to the face the man that stood no more than a measurable few feet in their passing, "what if I didn't?" A rhetorical question traded for another, the first posed in a manner to make a point over getting an answer.
"No -- don't," the line of his forehead had lightened, the furrow that pinched his brow dismounting as it lessened. "You're not from here," obvious -- it was translated easily in their appearance, much unlike a person of the cold climates found in the Lightning Country or even his village. "My apologies -- I won't be long. The water is yours when I'm done." Seiichi spoke as nonchalantly as that voice of rolling thunder allowed him, that baritone timbre of it making any manner of speech the serious endeavor.
He asserted himself, whether the man chose to stay or not. Möngke Genghis
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would it even be legal? manslaughter is a crime! [break][break]
he glances away, the heat flushing his features after such filth assessments roared ravenously in his mind. "i-i'm not interested. the waters will be befouled by your snake. truly, you didn't think it appropriate to have kindness to others? look at these old people," he motions abruptly towards a happy fellow in another spring, chuckling to themselves as they pour some water on their back and blush with contented bliss, a shrivel of former youth. "look at him! do you think it's honorable for you to simply flaunt your fountain of youth when they've all but a peanut turtle to work with? for shame, bear. absolutely uncalled for, my guy." he scolds the beast with a puffed face and wagging finger, most probably simply annoyed that due to his stature (he's six foot, thank you very much!) his girth couldn't handle more to its package (he's still well endowed!!!). tsk. [break][break]
[attr="class","pwfbody"] at the end of the panicked man's words, a roar of laughter erupted into the air. deep and filled with absolute mirth over the situation, it carried in the air. at the entrance of the hot spring was a white-haired man buckled over his bare knees in a fit over the situation. wiping a tear from their ruby hues, they slowly began working to pull themselves together with breathy air still escaping his lips. an arm clutched at their scarred white abdomen as they let out one last wheezing laughing before finally rising to their full height of six feet and one inch.[break][break]
❛ scaring people again with your behemoth, seiichi? ❜ the words flowed out with vague laughter still in their deep tone. lips curled to show off sharp fanged teeth, bare calloused feet moving towards the edge of the hot spring. certainly, the jonin could never compare his girth towards his fellow comrade but the man moved with just about as much confidence. as kegawa passed the flushed man, he offered a wink and another hearty laugh as he slide into the water next to his comrade. his back pressed against the warm stone, settling an elbow onto the surface as he let out a vibrating sigh of happiness.[break][break]
tied up white locks pressed against the stony surface as the inuzuka leaned his head back to look at mongke upsidedown. his lips still curled into a smile, fangs peeking underneath. the red fangs on his cheek crinkled as he let out another hearty laugh, ruby hues shimmering.[break][break]
❛ if you're that scared, you're more than free to head to the other hot spring in kumogakure. there's one down south in the next village over. ❜ he smoothly speaks out, raising a wet finger to point in the direction of the man as he closes one eye. ❛ i'd make up your mind quickly before it shrinks. ❜[break][break]
[attr="class","APP3"]It seemed that Seiichi's existence was an affront. That gaze was an uninvited one, the Jounin himself unsure if even his partners in the past had spent so much time... gawking. There was no mitigating the benefits of his uncommon statuesque, his biology to blame for affording him such a member. Yet, despite being endowed with an appendage that required an entourage wherever he went, he'd not come here to show it off. There was no reason for him to tape it to his thigh when it had only been a natural part of him. Those brittle people of papery skin and graying hair had been far more respectful, the old men of this spa having no desire to measure king kong dongs for the title of King of the Spring. Yet, the man did not relent as he shamed Seiichi further. What stoked such raw ire? Had it been that natural selection deemed him Alpha where all beneath him were Sigma who tried their darndest? Despite the fact that it could be a registered weapon, perhaps even a tool for Bukijutsu with fanciful enough gyrations and roundhouses, Seiichi had never killed anyone with it. Why was it, then, that he was being treated as if he were caught red-hooded?
"Loo--"
Fuck.
Fuck.
He was resigned to this fate, the tone beneath that laughter a familiar one. Even if he hadn't been so certain, his suspicions were no doubt confirmed one he began to speak. They were both Jounin of Kumo, months apart in age-- in fact, they'd even completed the academy alongside the current Raikage. If theirs fates hadn't already seemed bound, then the fact that his younger sister was Seiichi's Fang--his disciple--would clear out the remaining doubts. Alas, he settled in the water besides Seiichi, but not without a quip of the forearm kept beneath the waters. Poor man... Maybe he was better off binding it to his thigh.
"Legends say the waters will swell it without the sting of a bee," he interrupted with that loud voice, a baritone that toed the line of bass, before the pair had an opportunity to have at one another's throat. "Leave or stay, now you know." Had a secret in life been revealed to him at no charge? He'd not answered his previous question, having been cut off. With the goliath's words considered, it was safe to assume that people did not mind for he was a testament of what could happen here.
「Everything will be okay」 was a mantra within her mind ever since she entered the living scam of a hotspring. Like many before herself, she had been deceived by the false propaganda advertised every-fucking-where. After a tedious discussion with the daimyo of lightning about border relationships, dwindling supply routes and the pirate threat, she just needed some rest before departing on the next day, so she took advantage of the opportunity to check the place out, but…
“I- I swear I heard it crack…!” As she put away her neatly folded kimono, replaced by a towel, Suguha shot her gaze at the wooden floor and a chill ran down her spine. She stepped back, but soon started shaking her head to steel her resolve. Obsidian hair flowed along her graceful steps towards the sliding door and into the women’s section, “Just act naturally, Suguha. It’s alright. You know that there is nothing wrong with this place, yes? Good.” the faux-eared woman muttered to herself, trying to stave off the raging fires of skepticism burning in her mindscape. Eyes forward, shoulders straight, and a subtle smile tugging at her lips. Brimming with confidence, she opened up the sliding door…!
“Excuse me…?!” Her face goes from white, to blue, and perhaps all the colors of the rainbow inbetween. She was expecting at least one or two ladies, but not a single one?? This place…It had red flags all over! “I... Want to go home already...” Sheepish steps carried her toward the springs as she muttered to herself, the tip of her right toe touching the liquid surface. Her faux ears droop to their sides and she sincerely ponders whether this was worth the trouble —
“Legends say the waters will swell it without the sting of a bee…”
"Eh?" A violent red takes over her features as the boom of a loud voice reached her ears. Were they referring to what she was thinking of?! She turns abruptly to glance at the wall, but “Kyaaa?!” the faux-eared woman slipped and fell into the lukewarm water, no thanks to her reckless turn and bad positioning. SPLASH the water goes, announcing her presence to anyone on the other side of the run down wall.
scaring people with your behemoth- kind sir! kind sir!!! the brown skinned young man makes a startled face, glancing from between the giant's thighs to the man who'd now decided to join them. his blush deepens, cheeks flaring and tips of ears viciously heated. "are you-" he starts, cupping his palm over his mouth as he swallows thickly, in a state of shock. well, the man did have a certain feminine aura. he glances between the two of them, coughing on his saliva as he sputters, "are you the bears omega, puppy?" he innocently asks in a way that also comes across as a flirt. couldn't be helped, möngke's default state was to flirt with most who looked pretty enough to get it. [break][break]
when he's told of the springs 'magical properties', he recalls the tales of the hero water of waterfall. thunder roars in his mind as the dots are connected. so these weren't normal waters. these were aphrodisiac waters. he gasps, and sinks back into the spring on the other end of the duo, flushed and still a little disgusted. though by being joined by someone far more attractive than the beast, he doesn't mind staying as much. shifts more towards the wall however, away from the stench and disgusting layers of dirt that floats atop the springs water - his eyes narrowing heavily on seiichi as he does so. [break][break]
there's an abrupt splash that startles him, and he glances behind himself as he moves into his own space. wait, was there a woman eavesdropping...? [break][break]
he glances towards the two other men, then back to the wall... then back to the other men. w-would it be wrong to look? he thinks on it strongly, before... "if we swell to the size of boars, do you think... they...? ... swell...? ..." he motions his hands in a round movement towards his chest, then points a finger down towards the water with wide eyes.
