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.
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.
Oda lay flat on his couch, a book resting on his face. While he had been reading it, its only purpose now was to block out the sunlight that squeezed through the blinds of his living room. A sudden, strong stench was enough to catch Oda off guard, waking him from his light nap. His head lifted upward, nose grasping at the floating particles. It was familiar enough to make the man’s heart race.
“Smoke.”
It wasn’t the kind of smoke that would make your stomach growl as it carried the juices from the barbeque. It wasn’t the kind of smoke that drew you towards it with laughter and drinks and dance. It was heavy—the kind of smoke that would come from a house fire.
Oda quickly jumped from his couch, not even bothering to change from his casual attire. His white t-shirt was wrinkled and old and his jeans slouched at the waist without his shinobi belt which was typically attached. He quickly put on his shoes and headed outside.
Smoke rose from behind buildings a block or two away. Within seconds he was there. A crowd was gathered around the building, the street filled with civilians as they stared in horror. An apartment building was up in flames. Oda reached for the nearest person.
“Is there anyone inside?”
The woman nodded, “Y-yes! I don’t see my neighbor. She might still be in there, the third floor! Please, someone help!”
Without a second thought, Oda rushed in, covering his face with his t-shirt to keep from inhaling as much smoke as he could manage. He did as he had learned, keeping close to the walls of the building as he made his way towards the stairs.
The heat of the fire was becoming increasingly intense, sweat dripped from Oda’s temple.
“Is anyone in here?!” He yelled, coughing as he inhaled the heat and thick smoke.
“Help!” A voice cried out. Oda headed up the stairs and followed the voice of the woman as she continued to cry out for help.
The door to the apartment she was in was locked. With a quick thrust forward with his shoulder, he burst through, a wall of fire surged upward, catching his sleeve on fire. Oda quickly patted it out and headed inside.
“Here!”
“I got you. I got you.” Oda lifted the woman, helping her to her feet. The room was pitch black with smoke. “Cover your face with your shirt.” The man helped the woman down the stairs and safely out of the building. Though glad that the woman was safe, the crowd still stared in horror at the building.
“There’s still someone insi--”
Boom.
Fire burst through the windows and doors of the building and a rising wall of flames began to take over.
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me, because I, too, am fluent in silence.
Oda watched carefully, counting bodies as they trickled slowly out of the tunnel systems. His eyes furrowed, carefully assessing his new platoon. He searched them up and down to see their strengths and weaknesses. How did they carry themselves? Were they arrogant? Were they shy? Did they feel as though something like this would be a waste of their time?
The man knew it was his duty to get these Genin into shape. They needed teamwork and resolve, and the effort they put into it would not only determine their strength, but their worth as an asset to the Sound. It would also determine whether they would even survive the coming years.
Vivid images played in repetition in his head. His family’s shrine back in Himura often helped the souls of the lost depart. It was too often that he saw the faces of mothers and fathers hovering over the shrine. The faces they held were all too familiar. Empty and in limbo, begging whoever would listen: How could they die before me?
It was a solemn reminder of his duty. He would never put a parent in that position. These boys and girls before him were the future of the Hidden Sound. They would carry the weight of iron and blood whether they were prepared for it now or not. Many of these Genin wouldn’t make it. They would either be washed up within the year or dead within five. If he could just ensure they made it to their Chuunin years, perhaps their odds would be higher.
The trickling slowed, and he could only assume the other members of the platoon were either late or not coming at all. That was all he needed to know for now. Oda huffed, rubbing the back of his neck as he twirled his head around to stretch. It was time to make his own appearance.
He hopped down from the rocky crag he had been perched on just above the tunnel’s entrance. “There are only five of you,”
“You seem to have already introduced yourselves for the most part.” He eyed them slowly, taking in the unique features of their faces. “I am Denryū Oda. I’ll be the Jounin in charge of this platoon.” He paused, giving a slight bow as he introduced himself. “The world would have you believe that you are to listen to every single command I give you. They’re wrong. You’ll take in my advice, but if you want to truly improve you will also need to learn to think for yourselves.”
Oda gave no impression that he was here to hold hands and wipe tears. He had the presence of someone who meant business. Wasted time did no one any good. “With that being said, who knows what takes top priority during a mission?”
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me, because I, too, am fluent in silence.
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Much of Oda’s history is tainted by war. His ancestry was filled to the brim with the blood of endless fighting, so much so that it overfilled, spilling over into Oda's ever since he was a young boy.
Oda's ancestry cared for the injured and the hopeless and the lost, taking in anyone from orphans to travelers to refugees whose lives were ruined by the greed and anger of the world around them. For hundreds of years, they remained faithful to Denryū Shrine. Even as a boy, Oda grew up caring and polishing the relics left behind by his ancestors.
His father was known as a man of few words, and Oda has become a spitting image in both mind and body. He is someone remains quiet and yet demands the attention of the room with his serious and judgmental disposition.
Oda was born in the North in a small village, Himura. Despite the years of peace, the village's water continued to taste of ash and blood ever since it was ripped apart during the Taiyou Empires rise to power. The village was believed to be cursed.
A religious man, Oda’s father uprooted his family from Himura out of fear that the water would pollute their souls. He moved them farther west using undergrown the tunnels created for illegal trade during the change in their country’s power. Their family’s shrine remains in the ruined village and Oda visits it on occasions since his father’s passing.
Oda found a much different path in life despite his father's teachings and his affiliation with the Denryū Shrine. He began to focus on the path of war that his ancestors had been so deeply entangled with. Oda could see the destructive capabilities of their bloodline, but he also saw the good it could do in protecting his country and those around him.
He trained hard and developed his skills. Oda has so far only focused on Taijutsu, somewhat scared to fall into the same trap as his ancestors had with their Kekkei Genkai. He has been reluctant to toy with the Ranton element.
Oda was somewhat tainted by his father’s delirium, but it would be rare to find another shinobi more loyal that he is. Like his father, he has little to say, but what word he has he holds himself to. He is a leader at heart and has full belief in that the children of the village are its future and fuel and has prided himself in being the spark that ignites it.
Proficiencies
Taijutsu [Veteran]
Oda has prided himself as a taijutsu specialist. A natural strategist, he isn't one to go in without thinking. He will start by assessing the strengths and weaknesses of his opponents while relying on dodging and quick jabs. He relies mostly on more aggressive tactics with powerful but devastating blows once he has understood his opponent better.
Kenjutsu [Journeyman]
Oda's experience in Kenjutsu goes all the way back to his childhood years. His father found peace in practicing Kenjutsu as a way to exercise, though it was not originally intended to cause harm to others. Oda's early practice in Kenjutsu comes from his times at the Shrine as a boy. It is not used nearly as often as his Taijutsu.
Stealth [Journeyman]
An essential in his line of work, Oda has learned to be quick and quiet on his feet. He is able to land quietly after falling from greater heights and his attention to detail helps him to take paths that would likely make much less noise.
Ranton Release [Dormant]
Storm Release runs deep in Oda's veins. His father would tell him from a young age that caring for the shrine was their way of repenting from the blood spilled from countless wars. His control over his Kekkei Genkai is at the moment non-existent due to his reluctance to begin learning the element.
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