[attr="class","parchment-h1"]Behind the Front Line
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[attr="class","parchment-h3"]Sunset
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[attr="class","parchment-thread"]Search and rescue! [break][break][break][break]South of the village was lightly forested land, in the distance the lanterns of the approach of the main imperial body traveling on foot. Already forward platoons of ashigaru were crossing into the front lines of battle. Swarms of shinobi rushed to clash with a mix of warriors wearing light jerkins, some among the living and others shambling forward with lifeless eyes and clumsy strikes. The shinobi were outnumbered, but used their stealth and the trees to take out incoming enemies. Unfortunately, shinobi would sometimes be hit by stray arrows or get backed into a corner. [break][break] Casualties were happening on both sides. So there existed one special team of shinobi unlike any other one in the field. A rescue team consisting of a bear harnessed to a cart and his handler, Korogaru Inuzuka. She was led by Oda Denryū, with his primary mission being to provide protection for Naoko Kurotori so that she could save as many lives as they could. More specifically, they were to treat shinobi with moderate injuries to try to get them back into the fight. Assisting them were Ryota Sadao and Yue Fujii. Together they would travel the chaos of the battlefield trying to recover as many injured shinobi as possible. [break][break] To the north of them back in the village, a gigantic bat had already lit much of the northern gates on fire. Were they trying to cut off reinforcements to the line? Although the streams of fire became more infrequent with each pass, one looking carefully from afar could see a man riding atop the creature, dropping objects towards the ground. Each time he did so, fire beneath him would explode upwards. [break][break] To their west flank they could see a legion of horses bypassing the front lines to surround the city. [break][break] But the rescue team couldn’t abandon their mission. As they traveled the battlefield, Naoko already had a patient bleeding out in the back of the cart. A group of five living ashigaru wielding cheaply made iron swords rushed towards them from afar. They would reach them in no time. [break][break] How many shinobi could they bring back into the fight before the empire’s full force arrived? [break][break] OOC: If Naoko spends a round treating wounded shinobi, a new character can join the event- even alts of players and others that didn’t sign up or miss their qualifiers. For this reason, do not describe the appearance of the wounded. The determination of who is brought in will be at the discretion of myself. Each person must post this week to be validated into the event. The wounded characters will be placed by myself as the thread progresses.
It was almost uncanny. The uniforms, the chaos. Ryota couldn't help but be reminded about the Land of Earth and the quarry. That memory haunted him, perhaps too much. He hadn't been able to do much, and had only barely managed to get out.
That was why he was thankful that he hadn't been placed directly on the front lines. He wasn't sure just how ready he was to be directly in the chaos again. The fact that he was so shaken up by what had happened did admittedly worry him, deep down. But he had gone through all of the training, put in all of this effort. This was a life he was going to have to get used to.
He shouldn't even be thinking about his last big mission anyway. Normally, he wouldn't be. But when he had been assigned his team, he had recognized a certain pair of individuals. A woman and a bear. They were pulling the cart now..but that wasn't what he remembered them for. What he remembered was their seemingly impossible speed and strength. She had been in that quarry, and had been incredibly effective. Of course, he hadn't spoken to her.
He was walking with the cart, keeping an eye out for anyone that might be charging them. The fact that he had been assigned with members of his platoon to this posting certainly helped make matters feel far less awkward, for certain. But he still found himself glancing at the pair pulling the cart every now and then, along with the rather...intimidating looking medic that they were guarding. They certainly seemed to be a ragtag bunch. Still, they were doing something important.
Perhaps that was part of why he felt so on edge. He knew what they were here to do. They had already pulled one individual off of the battlefield. Their training had proved to be a boon here. Between the clashing sounds of metal, the pounding of hooves, and the explosions back towards the village, there was no way they could rely on their hearing. However, as they continued to walk the battlefield, Ryota caught movement out of the corner of his eye. A handful of Samurai, bearing down on them fast.
"Incoming!"
Ryota called out as the hand on the sheath of his sword slid upwards, pressing against the guard with his thumb as he drew Nightfall with his other hand. He had managed to sneak in some practice with his sword before being dispatched. It seemed that it would be time to put it to the test.
Deep in the forest a call was sounding... he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it.
A fair-haired woman crouched astride the bear’s shoulders like a jockey as it bounded across the field with the medical cart in tow. Her nostrils twitched as she raised her head to sniff the air for the metallic scent of fresh blood and viscera. Her grey eyes darted this way and that in search of movement amongst the multitude of corpses that had been strewn about. For that was her task on this day; finding wounded shinobi and delivering them to the medic.
She didn’t really know Naoko… or the team from the Sound she’d been thrown in with to provide protection for the wounded and their doctor. That was fine though, Korogaru wasn’t overly talkative on her best days.
There was one shinobi she recognized from the incident with the rhino and to glance upon him brought her much shame. Why though, she wasn’t sure. The Inuzuka didn’t often overthink things, preferring action and instincts over careful planning but a biting voice at the base of her skull wondered if she might have saved the littlest Uchiha from the Cloud had she had taken a second's thought before rushing in to prove her strength against the beast. This young man had managed to save his own teammate. Why couldn’t she- Not that it was her responsibility to look out for her brother’s subordinates.
Anyways, it was reassuring to know she was out with at least someone dependable, even if she hadn’t been stationed near Seiichi- sensei. It frightened her to let her mentor get sent off to the front lines without her but he was a tough old man. She thought he’d probably be fine if he didn’t overdo it. She’d do her best to protect the medic and the others on her team from giant bats or armies of the dead or whatever should come their way.
A warning from Ryota drew her attention towards the approaching samurai and she glanced back, making eye contact to acknowledge she’d heard him.
Korogaru made a quick hand sign as she focused her chakra to take on a more feral/ bestial form; Sharp claws extending from the tips of her fingers in preparation for combat. Although, she would hold for now and rely on her teammates to keep the enemies at bay as she continued searching for survivors amongst the dead with her enhanced senses. They would save everyone! The time for redemption was now! Not that she had regrets or anything.
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[attr="class","addy2body"]A war zone was no place for socialization, and Naoko had not done more than learn her teammate's names before they were forced to set off across a plain of agony and desperation. It of course felt surreal to have been given such an important position - not the leader, something more - when her skills felt woefully inadequate. So yes, desperation. It clutched at her heart as she stared down at the body laid prostrate in the cart, her own self crouched protectively nearby. They had managed to pull this one from the carnage but dirt and blood made it difficult to pinpoint recognizable features if there were any.
Analytical purple eyes had studied enough of the patient to know that a vast majority of the fresh blood was coming from the abdominal area, and most of the rest was starting to dry. This meant that there was a wound, but perhaps there had been a fight that the person won because this blood belonged to others. Before the chuunin could continue her work, Ryota's voice echoed a sharp warning that made her head snap up. Pupils dilated. "Handle them!" She barked back, uneasy with the notion that these strangers had not just her own life in their hands but countless others.
She could not stand by to watch the fighting that might take place, even though her senses were on high alert for her own safety. Dark hair was quickly pushed back into an efficient bun, and then the patient's shirt was pulled open where it was soaked the most in blood - after checking to be sure it hadn't stuck into a wound. As expected, it was not dire but certainly unpleasant: a blade wound that crossed in a shallow, horizontal line from the left of the navel to the right. This person may have fainted from exhaustion, pain, or both.. but they would not die if she could help it.
A few handseals later, green wisps of chakra engulfed thin hands, which placed strategically on either side of the wound. She had to focus, channeling the energy into the wound, stimulating cells to speed up the process of regeneration. Her team would have to do their level best, because this required utmost concentration; even the sounds of battle faded out in her mind.
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me, because I, too, am fluent in silence.
The trees stood still and scared, gnarled and curious as they watched the caravan make its way through their home. Oda kept a watchful eye, shifting from side to side and scanning every inch of the forest ahead. He hoped and expected that his teammates do the same. Their cargo was the most important thing one could imagine: a life. That one life could save hundreds more. Such was the life of a medic. Oda took pride in their position.
Smoke filled the air, creating a dense, nauseating fog under the tree lines. The rumbling shook the cart, but the bear pulling them seemed to not even jump at the explosions being set off in the distance. Fire rose from several directions, sending small embers astray and spreading its destructive efforts.
A wounded man in the back moaned as the cart jumped as it rolled over a large root. Oda’s head flicked back, checking on Naoko and her patient. A green chakra glowed from her hands as she began to channel her energy into him to speed up the regenerative process. “How are we holding up, Naoko?”
His attention was grabbed quickly as Ryota called out the incoming attack. “Damnit. I look away for two seconds. Ryota: left. Korogaru: right. Pincer them.” Oda jumped from the cart and began to rush towards the samurai. They didn’t have the time to stop the cart. They had to keep moving. The samurai couldn’t be allowed to reach Naoko and her patient. The Jounin trusted his team to take on at least one of the samurai each. They had trained their entire lives to do just this, and this was an important scenario. This was no longer training. This was no longer just a drill that he would need to beat into their heads over and over. All around them people were dying.
Oda lifted took a kunai from his pouch, quickly attaching an exploding tag to it, and launched it at the center of their formation. The sudden energy and loud strike caught them off guard, drawing their attention to Oda.
Two samurai seemed to be focused on Oda, slowly moving forward to his position while the other three watched and waited for backup. If they were going to take care of the three in the back, now would be a good time. “Now!” Oda yelled, signaling for his squad to commence the pincer attack. Even with the fighting going on, Oda continued to keep his awareness on the Naoko and the cart.
[attr="class","APP3"]Atop the cart, Naoko Kurotori's healing seemed to bring Ichigo Akimichi back to fighting capability! She would be able to join the fight relativly recovered from minor wounds that she took. Whether she had gotten a glimpse of her uncle resurrected or not before she had retreated was an unknown.
The soldiers would hold their ground as they overheard and anticipated a pincer attack called out by Oda Denryū. Regardless of what the positioning ended up being two would team up to try to take on Korogaru Inuzuka and two would turn to fight Ryota Sadao. The Inuzuka's pair featured one man with a sickle and the other with a cast iron pot. Ryota was not quite as lucky, as his fellows were the men with the iron swords. The man with the pot would charge wildly towards Korogaru while the other stood back bidding for a good hit. Both swordsman seemed content to wait for Ryota to act first.
A fifth had turned to see Tenchi Sarutobi arriving from behind. Tenchi had been ordered to fall back but was not given much direction, perhaps it was seeing the young genin Ichigo being treated that brought him to this location, or maybe it was just happenstance. Either way he'd find a soldier wielding two ax attempting to hack him down as he made his way by.
More shinobi ran by the cart, it seemed like things were still okay with holding back the main imperial force for now, but there were still more casualties to be found if the shinobi could dispatch or escape their current enimies.
OOC:Yue Fujii missed the opener, if this week is missed as well she'll be phased out of the event.
Deep in the forest a call was sounding... he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it.
As soon as orders came in from the Jounin behind her, Korogaru would leap off her mount bounding to the right on all fours before veering back to attack the formation from the side. She slid in underneath the man as he swung his frying pan and with her left hand would attempt to grasp his wrist while delivering a powerful uppercut towards the underside of his chin with her right.
If she were able, she would position herself in such a way that her opponent might act as a barrier between herself and his companion who was hanging back ever so slightly. Her goal was to disarm her enemy and throw him off balance before hitting him with a roundhouse kick to the chest which would hopefully send him stumbling into his friend.
She could see that Ryota had gotten the short end of the wishbone and she hoped to handle these two quickly enough to assist him. Meanwhile, Nomi would continue on with the cart in search of others who needed medical attention.
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The explosion had been unexpected, certainly. But it was good to know that Oda was taking charge with such ease. Unfortunately, the ashigaru held fast, and took advantage of Oda outright stating the battle plan. However, the five that had come to clash with them wouldn't be facing a small group for long. Ryota was able to pick up on the sound of feet hitting the ground from behind him. Good, they had bought their medic enough time to bring that girl that had been picked up back into fighting shape.
That helped to encourage Ryota. So he followed orders with the same zeal he usually approached training, deftly slipping into his position on the left. Unfortunately, that wasn't the ideal position. He had caught a glimpse of the woman from the Quarry, and her opponents as he took up his position. She was stuck with men who had obviously lost their swords, and had to fight with whatever they could find. A lucky break, for her. One of them seemed to be a little shaken, and was swinging wildly. Unfortunately, his two opponents still had their swords, and were all too clearly in possession of their wits.
"Hm, seems like we've found ourselves in a pickle, huh?"
He asked as he slowly began to strafe to the left of both of his opponents. However, he wouldn't be giving either of them enough time to change positions. Once he had strafed to an angle that mostly put one of the two opponents between himself and the other, Ryota burst forward with a great deal of speed, drawing his blade as he did so. It was more heavily curved than a Katana, so he couldn't rely on a draw cut. Instead, he made a single swing upwards from below, aiming to catch the opponent he had in front of him off guard.
But it wasn't a swing from the blade. No. This was more akin to an uppercut. His hand was guarded by a line of steel covering his fingers. An attempt to swipe at them with a blade wouldn't get anywhere. However, this unorthodox move was a feint, aimed to direct attention away from his true goal. His weapon wasn't as long, so he had to take the larger risk of getting in closer. All he could do was rely on his speed and whatever tricks he could manage. So as his fist travelled, he twisted his waist, having already planted his feet to make the swing in the first place. This suddenly yanked the blade diagonally downwards, turning a move which had the potential to be incredibly devastating--and as such, requiring his opponent to knowingly shift their guard--into a viciously fast attack at his opponent's midsection.
If there was anything he had gained in his training with one of the village's other Jounin, it was certainly a greater degree of control over how his blade moved. That would definitely come in handy in a battle of two against one. Placing his guard and avoiding hits were paramount. He didn't plan to join the growing number of corpses and wounded shinobi cluttering the battlefield.
Only about two hours ago was Tenchi with the Kazekage. Yet, after looking through her spyglass, she gave the order to retreat. Mere seconds after, she was gone. She was a true master of stealth. He turned and made his leave from the war-stricken territory. What in the world was it that had the Kazekage retreat in what Tenchi could only deem fear.
Tenchi arrived back at the line. He made his retreat with no real sense of direction or plan. If the Hokage had elaborated further on what she had seen, he could have been elsewhere. Maybe he should have headed towards camp instead. Yet when he arrived at the line, it was still chaos. People injured all across the battlefield were seeking help or beginning their journey to the other side. While others were still entangled in the heat of battle.
It was not long before Tenchi was soon faced with his own adversary. A brutish man wielding two axes lunging directly at him. This would not be the end of the Amegakure Jonin. One hand was placed on the hilt of his sword while the other held the sheath it was currently covered in. He would have to time this perfectly if he was to cut this man down before seeing who he could lend aid to on this battlefield.
Once the man was in range he would lean forward pulling his sword for one quick attack attempting to cut the man in half and place his sword back within its casing before he could ever be struck by the axes. Speed would by his ally in this battle.
MUSIC:Drums of WarTAGS: N/A NOTES: Thanks for the invite, look forward to writing with you all.
Fires raged uncontrolled, the echoes of battle crushing the once soft melody of rural life.
Kaito had arrived at this hell not as a combatant, apart of no elite team and assuredly not expected to take part. Kaito was green, even for a Genin - he had graduated the academy only days before he was sent to Zone 0; not even enough time to become acquainted with his platoon. So it was with great apprehension that Kaito found himself on the battlefield; the circumstances of which was simple happenstance - intelligence indicated a need to reinforce the elite search and rescue team, and Kaito was a warm body wasting space in Zone 0. The Kirigakure Genin had little time to absorb his new reality, and his natural tendency to respond to all challenges with grit served him well; allowing his nerves to be suppressed and his more primal nature ignored.
The situation was tenuous, multiple instances of two vs ones and an over all slowing of the teams true goal - they were not here to kill ashigaru, they were here to save allies. Kaito stalked out from the tree line, using the cover of bodies and burning carts to get himself in a comfortable range. His target was one of the swordsmen engaged with the Otogakure swordsman. While Kaito was not truly skilled at stealth he hoped the heat of battle blinded his opponents to his approach, and in no time Kaito was within sixty feet of the pair of sword wielding ashigaru; hopefully unseen and advantageously to their right.
Kaito burst from any semblance of stealth, drawing a kunai from the spring loaded holster on his right forearm - with precision beyond his age and experience Kaito launched the weapon without hesitation at the ashigaru not actively in a duel with Ryota Sadao. The weapon flew with a dramatic spin, giving it incredible velocity and stability above the ordinary kunai throw and hopefully from a blind angle his opponent had no idea of, so focused was he on the battle with the Otogakure Chunin.
[attr="class","APP3"]Korogaru’s hand would lock the wrist wielding a clumsy pot, and the foot soldier’s grasp of the makeshift weapon was released as he took a strong uppercut that sent him stumbling back a bit. He tried to catch her feet as she delivered a powerful kick sending him barreling backwards into the other man who was wielding a sickle. Pushing his off arm out the sickle wielder shoved the tumbling man aside and rushed forward. He kicked the pot towards Korogaru’s head and then slashed forward with the curved sickle horizontally to try to disembowel her.
Tenchi had been mistaken about who the genin in the cart was, it was not Ichigo, but some other girl from Amegakure. It looked as if she were ready to stand and fight, but the triage ultimately left her stable but too impaired for battle. The medic from Iwagakure had done all she could and took a moment to hydrate herself, she needed to rest in between healings to maximize how far she could stretch her chakra in the battle.
Ryota’s feint went of without a hitch, the plating on his fist scraped against the cheap metal of the footman’s sword and then the riposte that cut deep into the right side of his neck and then down his chest. He’d immediately drop his blade and reach for his neck as he tumbled to the ground.
“Em...iko-“ spilled faintly from his mouth, and blood followed dripping from his laugh lines as the life slipped from his eyes.
The other swordsman looked at Ryota with fear, shaking as he held his blade. He suddenly tensed as a stinging sensation ripped into his back from an unseen assailant: Kaito. Not quite enough to down the man, it was enough that he dropped his weapon and began trying to run away to the south.
Tenchi’s ax-wielding foe sacrificed the handles of his axes to block the attack, but in doing so he found his weapons falling to the ground broken. Even with the sacrifice, he had only slowed the hit and had lost two of his fingers on his left hand. He let out a shrill cry. In desperation, he drew a kaiken from his side and lunged at Tenchi without discipline, attempting to plunge the dagger center mass into his body.
Nomi moved around with the cart, he thought he understood what Korogaru wanted him to look for. He came up to a tree nearby and began rubbing his shoulder against it to take care of an itchy spot while looking above for any sign of a honeycomb.
Not the death blow he had wanted but, Tenchi had disarmed his adversary. The sacrifice of his weapons and a few digits was a better price to pay instead of his life. However, it was probably this man's only option. After all, the Ame nin had no intentions of allowing him to leave here. He would join the many men and monsters that had met their end in combat with Tenchi today.
Still, desperation does make a man dangerous. When a man has nothing to lose, they will try anything. That is why even with the hand bloody and his axes gone, he must have still chosen to pursue Tenchi. If it wasn't for his absolute hate for the empire, he might have even respected the efforts of this man. Instead, all he had on his mind was the mistake of rushing to attack him and his next opening.
He quickly freed his sword again to swipe up once his arm was in range. The fingers were the only thing lost the first time around. Tenchi was now aiming at permanently disarming this man. One slash if, timed properly would take his wrist or maybe even his arm from him. If successful, he would spin his body bringing his sword with him attempting a slash across the abdomen. This one adversary had already taken more his time than he would like. He needed to help the team that was here. Now was not the time for a long duel.
Ah, yes. Death. It was not the first time Ryota had seen or even been the cause of it, nor would it be the last. But his heart was not cold enough to be completely remorseless. It was why he had no qualms with letting the other foot soldier run.
Of course, he had seen the glint of steel fly towards the second man from over his shoulder. Between Ryota's efficient dismantling of one ally, and the hidden assault the other man's armor had only barely managed to fully stop, it was obvious he was very much out of his depth.
So as his sword hit the ground, and Ryota heard the splintering of wood from the second new arrival's blade shearing through the last man's axes, Ryota's attention was drawn to the woman from the Quarry. He didn't worry too much about the medic.
After all, he had gotten a few glimpses at what the bear she was walking with was capable of. It seemed she had managed to hold her own as well, and had even managed to disarm the most poorly equipped one. Judging from her movements alone compared to theirs, it was obvious to Ryota that even the man with the sickle was out of his depth here.
His movements were certainly fluid and efficient, but that wouldn't be able to make up for how poorly equipped he was. As his eyes scanned the rest of the battlefield, he was able to quickly take notice of the new arrival. He jerked his head towards Korogaru.
"That other guy won't be disoriented for long! Make sure he's not able to jump back into a fight with her!"
He called out as he broke away from the fighting. Older or not, an armed ninja against an unarmed conscript was an even enough matchup. The woman from the quarry was holding her own easily, and he could hear the second new arrival clash with his opponent, as well as the screams. With no extra soldiers arriving, and the one who ran almost guaranteed to be taken out by one of the many rank and file that were scrambling through the area, that meant that there was only one thing left to do.
Fall back into line.
Thankfully, they hadn't gotten too far away. As such, Ryota made his way over to the cart, eyes shifting around to try and make out if there were any more soldiers coming their way. It wouldn't take long to get to the cart, for sure. But that didn't mean he could let his guard down. That was why he would be standing in his assigned position, sword at the ready as he followed The Bear and The Medic. If anyone was going to launch an attack on the cart, he would be ready.
The sound of his kunai striking into flesh was louder then Kaito expected, and were it not for the cacophony of battle it likely would have made him wince. Luckily for the inexperienced Genin there was no time for guilt, for Ryota was issuing commands the moment his own opponent was felled.
Kaito nodded acknowledgement to Ryota and headed toward Korogaru and her two assailants. One was still in the fight, wielding his farmers weapon with lethal intent; the other was dazed but recovering. He had no weapon left, but that did not mean he was out of the fight - Kaito meant to make sure of that. Again he closed to within sixty feet, but this time he drew out a shuriken from a pouch at his hip. As the man attempted to recover to his feet Kaito wound up, rotating his entire body into the throw and throwing down his arm like a whip. The shuriken launched forward, hurtling at blistering speed at the dazed man's head; this was likely going to be a killing blow if it landed.
Kaito had never killed before, but the adrenaline of the moment and his rigorous muscle memory did not allow any hesitation into his form. The guilt and realization would come later, now was the time for action; and Kaito was mentally strong enough to handle whatever the outcome was.
Deep in the forest a call was sounding... he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it.
As the samurai went tumbling back into his friend, Korogaru glanced over her brow furrowed and face contorted in annoyance as she spotted Nomi scratching himself against a tree.
“Awe, come on!” She shouted at the bear to express her disbelief. No matter how much training he had, he was still just a bear and the sense of urgency about this mission seemed to be totally lost on him. “We’re looking for the injured, Nom-”
Korogaru caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye and shifted her head out of the way just in time to avoid the pan. She didn’t see the sickle coming in time and as she stumbled backwards the blade still managed to graze her torso, leaving behind a dripping line of red.
She dropped into a crouch as he came at her again and slipped under his sickle, she’d attempt to tackle him to the ground, grabbing his arm and pushing it to the side while she’d sink her sharp teeth into the man’s neck hoping to taste blood. The Inuzuka was too bent on revenge in the moment to remember the other man she'd been fighting. Luckily she'd be saved by a new arrival.
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